#[[but thank you for sending one ^.^]]

[glivs]

playin around with color on the alphadoodles

and some bonus exploration scribblies

[jesncin]

Two FAce Attorney for DC Gotcha for Gaza! (prompts closed!) Okay the prompt was just to draw Two Face but I've had this joke in my mind for so long that I had to draw it heheh

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Endangered Species Highlight: The Water Cone Wizard

(inspired by this post)

[jakkenpoy]

mayor shrine, for his birthday :))

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[mirrored-muse]

OMGGG I NEED MORE SHAUNA SHIPMAN FROM YOU YOU DO HER SO RIGHTTTT

can you please do one where shauna sees reader interacting with people and is always following and staring and reader is kind of scared but shauna is just like "please dont be scared 🥺"

And they smooch 😛

ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ | ꜱ.ꜱ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1176

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ��ɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ!!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ <3 ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

It starts with an unwavering stare.

Not subtle at all. Though Shauna Shipman was never the subtle type. You’d feel her eyes on you in the mornings while you stirred what passed for breakfast that day, or at night when you curled up in your blanket near the edge of camp. You caught her once, standing near the trees with her arms crossed like she was on guard duty, except the only thing she seemed interested in guarding was you.

She never said anything. Just stared at you, jaw tight, eyes hard like she was trying to figure something out.

You assumed you were next on her hit list.

Because everyone knew Shauna was the meanest girl out here. Sharp-tongued, hollow-eyed, always cold and bitter. People didn’t just talk back to her. They barely looked her in the eye. But for some reason, whenever you caught her looking, she didn’t look away.

It made you uneasy. Not because you thought she’d hurt you, if she wanted to, she would’ve done it already. No, it was the intensity of it. The way her gaze felt like it was going straight through you.

You didn’t know her well. She mostly kept to herself unless she was snapping at someone, or trying to make a point about something. You’d seen her laugh exactly once, and it was more of a scoff.

Later she started showing up wherever you were.

If you were collecting water, Shauna would be there, arms crossed, leaning against a tree, just watching you work. If you were with Akilah gathering mushrooms, or berries in the forest, Shauna would “just be out for a walk.” If you were by the fire, she’d sit nearby, silent, always facing you. If you were helping someone else, Natalie, Van, Lottie- she’d be nearby, watching, her mouth a thin line.

No one dared to say anything about it. Not to her face. They weren’t that stupid.

—

It all comes to a head late one afternoon. You’re lugging a bucket of water back to camp, sweat clinging to your skin uncomfortably when Shauna steps out from behind a tree like she was waiting for you there. Like she knew you’d pass by.

You freeze, nearly dropping the bucket.

Her eyes sweep over you, then settle on your face.

“Do you ever stop working?” she mutters, tone flat.

You blink. “I- what?”

“You’re always helping someone. Lottie. Nat. The rest of them.” Her gaze narrows. “Don’t you ever think maybe they don’t deserve it?”

You shift the weight of the bucket. “We all need each other, right?”

Shauna snorts. “That’s cute.”

She takes a step closer and you tense.

Because now she’s right in front of you, closer than she’s ever let herself get, and there’s something in her expression that pins you in place. You don’t move, don’t speak, don’t even breathe.

She notices.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says quietly, voice low and surprisingly raw. “You don’t have to look at me like that.”

You stare at her. “You follow me around all day. I don’t even know you.”

“Yeah.” Her jaw works. “I know. That’s the problem.”

There’s a moment of silence and you’re not sure what to do. You swallow hard, looking like you’re working up the courage to ask something.

Shauna shifts, and her fingers flex at her sides like she doesn’t trust herself not to reach out.

You try to ignore the way your heart stutters in your chest.

“I don’t get you,” you say, voice quieter now. “You barely talk to anyone, but you’ve been… watching me. For weeks.”

“I know,” she says. Blunt. Unapologetic.

“Why?”

Her eyes flick down to your lips, then back up again.

And that’s when it hits you, this isn’t about suspicion, control, or even boredom. This is something else entirely.

Shauna exhales through her nose. “Because you’re the only person here who doesn’t make me want to rip my own hair out.”

You stare at her.

She says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. Like it’s not the most fucked-up kind of compliment you’ve ever gotten.

You want to laugh or run, maybe both.

“You’re mean to everyone,” you say.

“I know.”

“You’re mean to me, too.”

Shauna’s jaw clenches. Her voice drops, rough like gravel. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

You open your mouth to argue, but you don’t.

Because maybe you didn’t mind it. Maybe her dry little jabs, her narrowed eyes, the way she watches you like she’s memorizing your every move, maybe it made something good twist in your stomach. Maybe you liked the way she made everything else seem to fade out. Maybe you liked her.

The silence hangs, thick as the humid air around you.

Shauna steps in again, closer this time. You could touch her if you leaned forward half an inch. Her fingers brush against your wrist like she’s testing the weight of the moment.

“I’m not good at this,” she mutters.

“Talking?”

Her lips twitch, almost a smirk. “That too.”

Your chest rises, tight and fast. “What else?”

Her gaze burns.

“This.”

Then she’s kissing you.

It’s not slow, not careful, Shauna kisses like she wants to eat you, sharp, hungry, desperate. Her hands grip your jaw, her fingers digging into your cheeks, as she backs you into the nearest tree before you can think.

Your bucket hits the dirt with a dull thud.

Neither of you notice.

You gasp against her mouth, and she takes advantage of it, tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees feel like they might buckle beneath your weight. She crowds into your space, palms flat against the tree on either side of your head now, caging you in like she owns you.

And god, maybe she does.

Her teeth catch your bottom lip just enough to sting, and you whimper into her mouth, clutching at the hem of her jacket like it’s the only thing holding you up.

When she finally pulls back, she’s panting. Her pupils are blown wide, her cheeks are flushed, and she looks at you like she wants to devour you whole.

You’re dazed, lips swollen, breath uneven.

Shauna’s eyes drag over your face, slow and calculating. Like she’s trying to decide what to do with you now that she has you.

You’re the first to speak, voice barely steady. “You… really don’t do subtle, do you?”

Shauna huffs, something like a laugh caught in her throat. “Didn’t think subtle was gonna work on you.”

There’s a flicker of something behind her eyes, uncertainty, maybe. But it’s gone as fast as it came.

“You okay?” she asks, but it doesn’t sound soft. It sounds like a demand. Like you better be.

“I think so,” you breathe.

Shauna’s eyes drag over your face like she’s trying to memorize your features. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not sorry.”

You blink. “I didn’t say you should be.”

She smirks. “Let’s get back to camp before the others come looking for us and ruin it.”

[emilyartstudio-s]

STAR BOYS 🌟

[rjshope]

MiniMoni + their bond

for @outroindigo✨

[daily-shadow-doodles]

How would Shadow react when he saw snow for the first time?

Day 10: Snow

[salamispots]

a rug hook commission for @stickynotebirds! :O (who also drew the original sketch/design and I tweaked it a little bit)

[poindexterpng]

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[peace-hunter]

I like the idea that the Matrix was said to contain "The wisdom of the Primes" and while it kind of DOES, what he actually got was the ability to commune with the Primes, and while everyone expects them to be a well of wisdom they're kind of just normal people and tell Optimus that Megatron's a glitch.

He's basically just got 13 older annoying siblings.

some times collective wisdom means knowing how to build and lead an entire army while restructuring your entire society after decades of oppression.

others it means knowing that mixing the cybertronian equivalent of vodka and tequila is a Stupid Idea and you will definitely regret it oh my god-

and being the youngest of fourteen sometimes means knowing that and doing it anyway lmao

but yeah that's basically it! that's kinda the point of the au! yeah they were wise and intelligent and almost divine but they were still people! and the concept of wisdom can be very subjective when there's thirteen of you and you have thousands if not millions of years of Opinions™ aklsjdlalds

haunted au

[my-name-is-apollo]

Guys

Have you seen Apollo with his cool swan-lyre??

Well now you have 🦢

[razables]

echoes

create/destroy