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[coquexari]

comms are still open btw chat.../silly

The sky falls and the tides rise, for Odysseus of Ithaca.

Inspiration taken from: @anniflamma 's sandwich art Enjoy <3

[eliotdrawings]

Reminder you can tip me or subscribe over on kofi

[turndecassette2]

'details of our escape' TTRPG book is up on KS!

w/possible worlds games, prose by renee gladman, art by myself

[creecher-feecher-shop]

A scrapped ford sticker design I made that I thought was post-worthy (i was going to make a stan one but idk how to draw him :'()

[godivaghoul]

yo yo I'm still alive, new art coming soon, if you want to support me and help making more get some st*ckers or pr*nts here! 🖤

also it's my bday today so you legally have to be nice to me 🥳

[frownyalfred]

“forcibly being mind bonded is horrifying” right but what if it means Bruce and Jason actually get each other on a hilarious level

[boomerdangs]

YALL LOOK WHAT ME AND MY FRIEND MADE FOR THE COMPETITION HIRSCH IS DOING ON TWT

PLEASEE go like the original if y’all like this 🫵🔗

[malcolmschmitz]

Read about DWARVES! IN! SPAAAAAAAAACE! (And help a trans guy finish transitioning!)

Mining's a rough job-- you have to leave the safety of the Shiphall's air bubble, and travel through the floating rocks in the Void. Tor's trained as a cook- he's more comfortable with a pan than a pickaxe. But all dwarves can mine, if push comes to shove, and Tor's been pushed into the job. The real problem is Kholan, Tor's assigned partner. In the Void, one misstep can send you spinning into nothingness forever. You need someone to watch your back. Kholan thinks Tor's incompetent, for nonsensical reasons. Kholan doesn't trust Tor. And because Kholan's a flaming loon, the feeling's mutual. Can Tor make it back to the Shiphall in one piece? And can he do it without strangling Kholan?

So I have a new short story for sale! I'm trying to cover my misc gender confirmation surgery expenses- stuff like "ice packs" and "copious amounts of tylenol"-- and so I'm trying to get at least 50 pre-orders to help cover that stuff.

I'm excited about this one, because it's in a different universe than any of the stuff I've written about-- and it's one I want to write middle grade fiction in one of these days.

[humming-fly]

I feel like growing up with someone with some sort of severe autoimmune disorder shadow of all people would be good about wearing masks

(given the sonic movies take place on modern-day earth with all the trappings that entails I kinda wanted to see if you could put a mask on one of these guys and ngl much easier than I expected lol)

also consider: matching

[ghostbsuter]

This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.

Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.

(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)

Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.

Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.

Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.

It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.

Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.

(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)

"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.

The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"

"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.

Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.

Shit.

"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.

"Danny—"

"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"

At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.

"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.

"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.

"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."

He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.

"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"

(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)

The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.

"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"

Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."

Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."

"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.

"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.

"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."

Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.

"Ellie?" He questions.

"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"

Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.

"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"

Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.

"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.

In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.

"What just happened?"

(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)

—

On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.

Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.

On that note, where is damian?

Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.

Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.

(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)

Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.

She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.

"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.

"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.

Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.

The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.

Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.

(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)

(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)

(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)

—

The Nightwing and his Robin.

[markscherz]

Happy World Frog Day! 🐸

I hate to make this a commercialised holiday, but you may be interested to know that I sell some frog-related merch on RedBubble, including the poster shown above, stickers, and other fun stuff like an awesome froggy shower curtain! I have one at home, and it’s excellent. Profits go towards supporting your local frog scientist.

[effinbirds]

A treat for my fine Tumblrians: since I only have 69 of these beautiful new Effin' Birds shirts available, I figured I'd give you first dibs before those monsters on Instagram buy them all to resell them at a profit. (Feel free to buy them and resell them at a profit, though, capitalism sucks ass and we all have to eat.)

I'll also have a limited number of them with me at Fan Expo Vancouver next weekend, and possibly at my next few shows after that. You can find my upcoming appearance schedule right here.

[greykolla-art]

Haha! I tricked you into seeing my original comic characters!😈

(not MY oc's per say, my friend made them im just drawing the comic. They're like my foster children.)

I had to re-remember how to draw these guys cause I've thinking about Hazbin and other stuff instead.

But then got absolutely decked in the head by the realization that Vernilat looks WAY too much like Alastor!😂😂😂

Insane, it's a pure coincidence too!

[turndecassette2]

speaking of comics you can read: the frog comic too is available as a pdf on itch ––– > LINK

[probablybadrpgideas]

you need to change your user name all of these ideas are fucking awesome

taking the opportunity to plug the probably bad podcast, where we go into more detail and figure out exactly how some of the ideas would work (and also take questions)

[godivaghoul]