I Know Your Heartbeat

Hi Pip! Could you do a mood board for a wolf puppy with ghost theme and black and white vibes? Deco pasi please and thank you 🖤

Yes!!

medically accurate muscle chart:

I wonder what they’re watching

More fem!ranpoe <3

az gothic

The sunsets sure are beautiful, they say. And they are. A celebration of the sun’s disappearance for the day; The sun rises are a sickly yellow-green, and only a warning of what is coming.

There are no clouds. The last time you’ve seen clouds feels like forever ago. You’re starting to wonder if they were even really there. The sky looks white anyway.

The sun is reflected in the sunglasses of strangers. They never come off; You can’t tell if they’re looking at you when they talk to you, or if they have eyes at all.

When did you get that tan? You’ve been inside as long as you can be, hiding from the bone-dry heat. Deep down you know it’s still going to find you. You close the curtains and turn the air conditioner up. Your tan gets darker.

It’s the middle of summer, and the sun has set. You look out your window. A large spider is splayed across the glass. You grimace and look away. When you look back there are more, pressed between the glass and the screen. One of them is something you’ve never seen before. You’re not sure it’s a spider. You close your curtains.

There’s a tarantula in your sink. You don’t know how it got there. “It’s illegal to kill them” you’ve heard someone say. You grapple with what to do for an hour. The tarantula never moves.

There’s a tiny snake in the kitchen. You can swear you’ve seen the same snake in your classroom, many years ago. You sweep it into some tubberware and put it back outside.

There’s a cricket somewhere. Only one. You can never find where it is, but you know it’s in your house. You know it’s watching you; It grows quiet when you move.

The Superstition Mountains have claimed someone else.

You only dare sit outside in the dare with friends. Together, in the light, on the porch, the roof, a trampoline. Anything that doesn’t touch the ground. The coyotes howl, and someone jokingly howls back. They stop when the coyotes sound closer, the next time.

The coyotes are miles away. One laughs, and the sound comes from right outside of your window. You tell yourself it’s in the distance, that sound carries. The laughter continues.

“It’s haunted, you know,” someone tells you. You’re not surprised. “It’s haunted, you know,” and this time it’s your voice. They’re not surprised.

There’s a Circle K on the corner. And the next corner. There’s two, across the street, facing one another. It doesn’t matter which one you go into. They’re the same one, after all.

The dust clings to everything. To the windows. To the cars. To the cacti. To your soul.

You pass by someone’s yard. There is grass, a bright emerald green. It is the only one like it on the street, still wet from the sprinkler. The heat makes it stand out more than it already did. You fight the urge to lay in it, for the umpteenth time. As you force yourself to walk away, you know that one day you will give into your urge. The heat will make you.

Tempe can say otherwise all it wants. It’s part of Phoenix. Mesa is part of Phoenix. Glendale is part of Phoenix. The entire Valley is Phoenix, no matter how loudly it is said otherwise. Only Tucson and Flagstaff are not part of Phoenix– They’re far enough to escape it. You are not.

Tim Drake

Physical: I say this with love but he is one of those awkward teens who's faces look like they're ten but their limbs are like limp spaghetti noodles. Has an ongoing zit on his chin that ligit no-one notices but he's convinced it's the size of Kentucky. His eyes are big and puppy-dog looking, and when he's focused they get really wide and his button nose scrunches up. His eyes are really light blue, to the point where if the light hits them they look purple. His skin is pale and burns easily, but instead of looking supernatural it just looks weird since he has dry skin half the time. He is 5'1 for most of his teens, only getting a growth spurt when he hits 17 that leaves him at 5'5. His hair is pin straight but thick enough to tangle. He barely uses gel for his civilian identity, but drowns himself in it for Robin, making it into spikes. He's trying to make himself more intimidating, but he's instead he looks like Sharkboy from Sharkboy and Lavagirl. When he was 15 someone asked if he was in middle school yet and he just nodded blankly.

Mental: Tim Drake was the first character I have ever headcannoned as autistic. He was a weird little kid, but people just thought he was being stuck up and a know it all. When he was in third grade he had a sensory overload in the middle of class, and the counselor suggested he get tested for Aspergers (bc at that time that was what they would have called it) Janet was all for it, but Jack refused, saying that Tim was "Too smart to be a r*tard"

Janet gave in, but also researched how to help an autistic child. She was away a lot though, and since Tim didn't have an IEP he continued to struggle. He was often told that his stimming was disruptive, so he had to learn to stop doing it. When he was first starting out as Robin he was really happy about catching a criminal on his own for the first time, and he forgot himself and started bouncing on the balls of his feet and flapping his hands a little. He was mortified when Bruce noticed, but the next day there was a fidget toy sitting on the case files he was supposed to review with a note from Bruce saying he thought he might like it. Tim nearly hyperventilated with excitement and had to breathe into a paper bag. Bruce was concerned. Eventually, when Bruce gained legal guardianship over Tim he got him tested, and eventually diagnosed. There was an IEP, but it only really included letting him stim in class since Tim didn't want learning accommodations or counseling. Mostly the diagnosis was just a confirmation of what they already knew. Other than Autism, he is an anxious baby. Not just in a "Cute uwu shy baby" way though, he once threw up from nervousness after he thought he had disappointed Bruce. I think he's always had depression, but it only really flared up after Kon died. And of course, all the bats have PTSD of some sort.

Other: This is included in one of my fics, but I think the stuffed koala bear we see hidden under his bed in that one comic panel with his father is called BamBam. He got it shortly after the flying Grayson's deaths, when he first saw Batman swooping down to save Dick. He tried to say Batman but he had a lisp and the nanny heard BamBam so that was that. He is a serial clothing stealer. He was too shy to take any of Bruce's clothing at first, but he was given a tee-shirt as pajamas when he was staying over for one of the first times (before he moved there) and Bruce never got it back. If he had been questioned about it he would have said he forgot, and that would have been a lie. Bruce didn't mind, the shirt came down to his knees and looked adorable. Soon after that he gave Tim an old sweater of his that had "Shrunk in the wash, strangely enough. I guess the water temperature must have malfunctioned." It was still too large on him. It fell halfway down his thighs and the sleeves completely covered his hands.

BFB Au

Cleaned up a bunch of doodles i did for this au. In this au:

modern, human, no magic au

boi has raccoon eyes in EVERY universe

boi has flapjack themed socks in EVERY universe

he wears a lot of black. and yellow. but mostly black bc its practical. easy to clean, easy to style. It goes with everything.

Hunter and Luz are siblings. Hunter was taken in before Luz was born

him and Luz fight. A lot. As siblings should

For reasons, the Nocedas move to Bonesborough just before Luz starts high school. Hunter's adaptable he doesn't care

their first day at Hexside, they split since he's 2 years older, and soon Luz becomes fast friends with treehugger Willow and eventually mythology-obsessed Gus

Hunter reluctantly gets befriended by the Blight twins. They're friends now, there's no escape

Hunter got his left ear pierced when he was in middle school. The pain traumatized him so it's just the left. Doesn't get more until 2nd year high school. Can't stand the idea of piercing his right tho. Not sure why

Now a solid friendship, Willow feels comfortable enough to visit Luz's house

Was NOT aware the cute but intimidating new student from school lives here and thinks she's got the wrong house

she doesn't. He welcomes her in, explaining Luz went out for a minute but should be back soon.

They're both pretty shy at first. On Willow's end, they've never talked and this boy is older, not to mention he seems to be friends with Amity's older siblings. Not the best line up. For Hunter, he's only seen her in passing, only heard Luz brag about "my bestie, Willow" this and that. Neither of them have much to go on, but this is his sister's best friend, this is her best friend's brother, and they are gonna make an effort because they love and care about Luz, and they understand getting along is important for her.

So they talk. Small talk, but they talk, slow and a bit awkward as teenagers are. "Oh, what track are you in?" "Into any sports?" "Whats your favorite color?"

Hunter hates small talk and meeting new people is terrifying; it's not so bad bc he recognizes Willow and it's only her, but she notices he's getting more nervous. She opts out of the conversation first, giving him a reassuring smile, "Sorry if I'm keeping you. I'll just wait here till Luz gets back."

And he is NOT having it. How dare this v cute girl come into his house, under his roof and be all considerate and accommodating??? No. No he will not be bested like this.

He waves her off and returns her smile, continuing the conversation with renewed vigor.

Luz returns just as Willow's starts going more in depth about her more exotic plants (she mentioned she has her own little green house at home and Hunter has never been more intrigued). She is v much elated to find her bro and best friend are getting along. Sadly, they have to end the conversation there, and as they part, Hunter going up to his room and Luz tugging Willow to the next room, they exchange a "Nice meeting you!" "You too. See you around..." but it's actually nice and both look forward to the next time.

While they don't hang out at school, they start talking in the halls whenever they pass each other. The Blight twins say nothing when they notice Hunter taking the long route to their next class.

Willow frequents the Noceda household. A lot. In her defense Luz is needy and constantly needs love and affection, so she's invited everyday. But even Luz has a life outside the house, has other friends and school activities to attend to. So she ends up resting at the house like a pitstop, doing homework and stuff, waiting for the bus or for her dads' to pick her up (sometimes Hunter will keep her company)

Hunter falls first in every universe.

Southwest Gothic II

jackalopes are funny, but el chupacabra isn’t. and when the coyote howls you wonder if you should be relieved. Something bigger didn’t eat them.

route 66 is still the old post-card of American Nostalgia, except for when you’re driving past and it’s dark and you watch dust devils spin past you on the side of the road as you approach a lone gas station with a flickering street lamp. this place was forgotten long ago, and it’s not pleased to see you.

on that note, route 666 would make even the most staunch atheist uneasy.

you bought a tacky glass paperweight with a scorpion inside, but today you swear it moved

teddy bear cacti.

the ghosts have “types” of course. you know them by heart: miner, native, nun, cowboy, and scorned woman/prostitute.

but nothing can prepare you for the last kind of ghost or spirit – it isn’t a person, it has no one name, but it belongs there and it slides into the bodies of scorpions and under the scales of rattlesnakes, warning you off. Some might call it death itself – the desert’s most powerful ghost, the hallucinations of heatstroke, the dryness in your mouth, the hot, baked air that tempts you to your knees, to rest your head, or to wander off the hiking trail past petroglyphs and towards the glimmer in the distance where other bleached bones lay. death belongs to us, she is ours. and you are hers. take water with you. 

offerings for santa muerta. dia de los muertos – where the whole family goes to clean the graves and ask, not jokingly, did you hear them, mija? (You do. There are always voices on the wind).

the leylines are probably all hooey from snowbirds, but the different tribes all have their own stories about their land and the reservations, and if you’re related, you’ve heard them, and you know. The desert is big and it is alive. you might not “open your chakras” in sedona, but you will listen to your elders. it is in your best interest not to wake anything up you shouldn’t. 

rivers with no water, forests of stone, blood red rocks, sandstorms which overtake you, and the sweet smell of creosote after a rain bringing short relief from anything that might be hungry and waiting.

the ghost towns are empty, except when they aren’t and you need to run.

– Walter M. Schirra, Sr.