#//smoothie

[loveology-doodles]

u open me up like a zip bomb! i can taste u on my lips like ur lip balm!

redesigned my girl smoothie recently!! also DoNotReadMe.wav is so good. slimecicle stop being so good at making music challenge [impossible]

please use she/it for smoothie!

[domithanasia]

the only reason why ten year old girls are destroying stupidly overpriced products at sephora to make “skincare smoothies” is because they aren’t being given access to a yard with a variety of mud, sticks, rocks, puddles, and old ceramic planters to make potions in. the children yearn for the apothecary

[bluebeesknees]

It’s alright if it’s you

[donutdrawsthings]

Bonus:

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Green thumb (dp x dc)

“Why won’t you grow?” Danny asked the little corner of fresh dirt he’d been allocated when he’d signed up for the community garden project. Sam had been the one to suggest it, and with significantly less ghost-fighting to do now that he’d moved away, it had seemed like a great new hobby.

“I gave you water, and all the other things Sam said to do, what more could you have wanted,” Danny said as he poked the desiccated stalk despondently.

Somewhere far off, there was the echo of screams, and something like a crash. Danny paid it no mind, thinking it might be an event or something starting. Gotham was a big city, and there was always something going on.

“I can’t tell Sam about this,” Danny sighed as he put his face in his hands. “She’d laugh at me.”

He sat in front of his failed tomato plants for a while longer before getting to his feet with a sigh. As he did, he turned to walk away, only to see a woman with bright red hair and greenish skin standing a few paces away. Behind her there was something like a cloud of something and Danny immediately stopped breathing.

Not having to breathe was definitely his favourite power ever, he hated hay fever.

“Hey,” Danny said with a little wave.

In response the woman raised an arm and a thick vine-looking thing shot out of the ground.

“Holy shit!” The halfa exclaimed. That was pretty cool. Controlling plants was seriously an awesome power, and majorly underrated if one listened to Sam’s rants.

Wait, controlling plants?

“Can you revive my tomato plants?” Danny asked the woman enthusiastically, before remembering himself. “Uh, please?”

The woman stopped moving and frowned.

“It’s just that I really tried to keep it alive, but this is the first time I’ve taken care of plants and I was really looking forward to fresh tomatoes,” the halfa babbled.

She tilted her head.

“Please? I can get you a smoothie in exchange, I know a great place, they also do ice cream.”

The woman’s lips twitched and then she waved her hand and continued walking.

Danny turned around to find his tomato plant green and alive.

“Oh my god, thank you!” He yelled, but she was already leaving.

Danny owed her the best smoothie in town.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

so how about that update, huh

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Don't Forget To Record

Vlogger Danny in Gotham

Danny moves to Gotham with Sam and Tucker and decides it would be a fun idea to record their journey from packing their things in Amity to recording how life is in Gotham.

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The trio packing their things:

Sam: "Do we really need to pack so many weapons?"

Tucker: "I mean they have a very high crime rate so.."

Danny: "So? They're mortal we've handled worse on the regular."

Viewers: " Yo yeah.. what the hell are ya'll talking about?!"

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Tucker holding the camera when Danny runs into frame

Danny: "Sorry I'm late I got jumped scared by some clown and accidentally snatched his wig!"

Sam: "I think you're still holding it in your hand?"

Danny lifting his hand into the cameras view

Tucker: "Uh babe? I don't think that's a wig.."

Sam: " Holy shit! Did you just scalp some clown?!"

Viewers a week later seeing the Joker getting arrested with a very fake looking wig just barely hanging on after fighting the Bats

Viewers clicking the subscribe button

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The Trio vlogging themselves being their usual brand of Amity feral

Gothamites:

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Just an Idea

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

claire and ethan t4t besties

[when-sanpape-arts]

Chilshi Week Day Six: Drinks

Pov you’re a burnt out server at a failing restaurant trapped in the walk-in with the new chef (who you might have a crush on)

[accecakes]

Cod x Fallout NV! Mixing special interests!

Allow me to go on a tangent for a hot minute.

Exbrotherhood! Ghost: Simon has been part of the brotherhood for as long as he can remember. Having been abandoned as an infant on the steps of the Hidden Valley bunker. They took him in, becoming one of their most outstanding soldier with expertise in both weaponry and survival tactics. Simon would then be tranfered into their patrol team. Where he would collect data and become familiarized with the mojave landscape. Enough to expose himself to dangerous amounts of radiation. Which then turned him into a ghoul. He made his best attempt to keep his ghoulification hidden. However, word got around that they've been noticing a harshness in his voice and reluctant to change, shower, or eat in front of others. The overseer found out, making them take the ultimate decision of executing one of their own. In which he deemed "Putting him out of his misery." Simon completely shattered by his sentence. During his incarceration, he conjured the plan of faking his death on the day of his execution, in hopes of leaving the brotherhood and adopting the new identity he called "Ghost."

Boomer! Soap: John grew up on Nellis' air force base ever since his ancestors had left Vault 34 decades ago. Ever since Soap was introduced to heavy artillery and explosives, which is customary for residents part of the boomers. He discovered his natural talent of all things explosives, firing from long distances and calculating the necessary amount required for certain jobs. Soap volunteered to be part of their guard outpost. Anyone who would even look in the direction of the base would have been blast to kindgom come. They would receive all sorts of unwarranted visitors. A group that managed to catch his eye were the raiders who flaunted their makeshift armor. A part of Soap grew curious of their lifestyle and choice in wardrobe. After dark, he would secretly collect the scraps leftover from the explosions. Not much could have been recovered, but the pieces that did survive, he would wear and keep hidden in his bunker. Soap couldn't let the others know of his fascination. It would have been seen as fratinizing with the enemy.

[phantomskeep]

DC x DP prompt but it's just Danny acting like an ectoplasmic Venom with [insert DC character here]

Danny, after spotting a powerful hero having trouble: Oh no! I should help!

Jason "I've-Had-Too-Much-Of-This-Shit-Already" Todd: what the fuck why am I glowing

Danny, covering this helmeted fruit loop who was trying to fight tEN PEOPLE AT ONCE ARE YOU INSANE-: hi :D We're friends now :D

Jason: internal screaming

[vintage-tigre]

[eriochromatic]

Asked twt for some characters I haven't drawn before to do for this challenge, ended up with a pretty interesting spread!

Individual portraits underneath!

[juicegremlin]

they're so "sisters pitted against each other by their manipulative father who bond over how majorly he sucked ass after he's gone"

[paper-heartss]

morning greens 🥑🥗

[zephyrchama]

You happened to walk past the entryway to the House of Lamentation just as the door swung open. Fierce rain came down in sheets, obscuring the outside view. The person outside struggled to close their umbrella and stood in the doorway while trying to wrestle it shut.

Finally, Satan wiped his shoes on the welcome mat and came inside, depositing his umbrella in a holder next to the door. He was soaking wet. Water dripped off the bottom of his jeans and onto the floor. In one hand he held an unmarked lidded cup, and in the other was a very suspicious bag.

It was completely dry, not a single drop of rain could be seen on the outer fabric. It was also large and moving. Satan held the handles firmly, ignoring the constant shifting weight of whatever was moving inside the bag. Two furry tails popped out the top.

You waved at him. "Hey, Satan. Whatcha got there?"

He lifted the cup to his face. "A smoothie." He took a sip from the cup. Something meowed.

The two of you looked at each other in silence. Rain pattered against the rooftop. Satan lowered the smoothie cup and swirled its contents. "It's good. Blistering grape flavor."

You stared at the bag. A claw poked out the side.

Satan calmly stepped further into the house. Although, his movements were stiff, as if the calm demeanor was a facade. Every motion felt fake. He glanced at the bag.

"Well. I'm busy. It was good seeing you." He walked down the hall rather quickly and headed straight for his room. The door was pulled open in a hurry and immediately shut. Ten minutes later you received a text that said "don't tell Lucifer I'm home."