graffiti questions

Gotham City Gothic
  • There are gargoyles on the rooftops. There are gargoyles on the steeples. There are gargoyles on every corner. There are gargoyles following you.
  • You are in the bank depositing a check when a man comes in with a gun and demands money from the tellers. Once he’s gone, people go back to normal. Did they even notice?
  • A friend from Metropolis comes over to visit, and wonders why the skies are always grey in Gotham. Where’s the sun? They ask. Sun, you say, tasting the word. It’s unfamiliar. What’s that?
  • It rained yesterday. It’s raining today. It will rain tomorrow. It always rains.
  • A man on the street corner yells that the end is nigh. His smile is stretched unnaturally wide. You give him a wide berth, and he cackles.
  • In the sewers, something waits. On the streets, something waits. On the rooftops, something waits. Gotham City is hungry, and is growing impatient.
  • In the shadows, you thinking you see something with pointed ears lurking. You look again and see nothing. Just your imagination, you tell yourself. Yes. Just your imagination.
  • Laughter echoes from an abandoned alleyway. You pick up the pace, shoving your hands in your pockets. You saw nothing.
  • There are green question marks graffiti-ed on every available surface. You never see people painting them, but they must come from somewhere. One morning you wake up to find one on your bathroom mirror.
  • The plants here move in ways they shouldn’t, twisting around building, clogging up roads. No one else seems to notice.

(inspired by the regional gothic trend!)

A thread to hold

Summary: Phil wanted a sensible life, a fireplace and a picket fence, and Dan was a wrecking ball he could simply no longer afford to keep around. But once you care for someone, it never really goes away, a constant thread between the two of them. Divorced!Phan with custody over a child. Angst and Fluff.

Word Count: 8.4k

Trigger Warnings: depression, panic attacks, alcohol, divorce

Author’s Note: Honestly this fic has been in the works for a very long time, it’s my child, and I wrote it during many different periods of my life which is why it flits between happy and sad, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy it!

Excerpt: Phil opened the door, his hair stuck up just a little at the back, and one of his sleeves pushed up, the other falling over his hand. Fuck. The same sinking feeling in his stomach. Always the same. Because Phil was still breath-taking to him, despite the projected feelings and the ink stained tears that hid in the crevices of his face. He was still breath-taking. And not just because of his looks, of his gentle tilt of the head and his bright blue eyes which seemed to reach inside of him (you could go swimming in those eyes). But because it was him, because he was gentle and kind and warm and he was Phil.

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the-vault-hunter  asked:

Okay this is a question I have for your human au, after watching the background of Rainy night I notice there were some kind of graffitis, so my question is.. Does peridot makes graffitis on the street ? Is she some type of street artist?

oooh,you mean the L and P letters (and those small drawings in the middle )

to be honest,Per is more the kind of…traditional/digital artist. Lapis is the street artist,she used to do many graffitis and she taught Peridot as well…I mean,look at her,she’s my tough street gurl and I love her !

As a bonus description,that graffiti was made by both,near that bus stop. They always used to met there by mistake after the classes were over so they chosen to make a graffiti there,drawing their initials and symbols in the middle (Lapis’s is the teardrop and Peridot’s was the diamond,but she gave up that symbol,that was her family symbol and she hated it,so she changed it in that small alien head )