#( Very busy few weeks !)

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[ghostbredtt]

Hello! Could you draw Akita? (Also Lloykita if you don't mind) no pressure

And your art is very goregeus btw

it's not really Lloykita, sorry!! hope you'll like it anyway ;) ty!

[angel-in-your-basement]

It’s important to my lore that sometimes I inexplicably disappear for some length of time, and then rise from the ashes like a horny phoenix to post once more

[an-established-butt-dent]

Art warmup! After working on some digital artworks, it’s good to go back to my roots in traditional media.

And look at this beautiful winter sunrise as a backdrop!

Now first I have to wait for the masking fluid (the blue spots) to dry, before adding the first washes of watercolour. Which gives me plenty of time to make more tea. :)

[haveihitanerve]

Guess who!! Yes I'm back, tis been a while

A video of Bruce singing gets leaked and his kids find out he's an amazing singer, and now they won't stop pestering him to sing for them

okayyyyy- see i am one of the firm believers that Bruce will sing only for his kids- so Dick was raised on Bruce singing him to sleep, sometimes on patrol when Dick would burst into song, Bruce joins in and harmonizes, all of his kids have been serenaded by him, either for bed or like hospital visit or just because bruce sings at home sometimes/while hes working... but i do likey-

It wasn't even something that he had done on purpose. It was just natural, sometimes, to sing. He would hear a good song on the radio and hum along. Play music while working a case. He didn't make it obvious he could sing- cough cough dick cough

But Selina. She had an obsession with it. Trying to catch him singing. Trying to record it.

"You're so good!!!" She would gush when he cut off whenever he spotted her recording. Bruce would shake his head. Wave her off.

But she must have caught him at some point. Because now there was a video. Bruce bit his lip to stop his scream as the late night host showed it off. This would not end well for him.

"Yo! Guys! Get in here!" Tim bellowed through Wayne Manor. He was already on the phone with Barbara and Dick, and they were heading to their apartment as fast as possible to watch.

"What's up?" Jason asked, entering the den where Tim was sitting on the couch.

Tim gestured to the TV. "B's on." Jason rolled his eyes, but flopped onto the couch next to his brother. Tim was the only one who consistently watched every Bruce interview. A habit that never died from his obsessive stalker observant stage before Robin, and now was even more prominent as he was actually connected to Bruce. Wanted to check he wasn't getting asked stupid questions.

Jason snickered as he spotted his brothers laptop open to the hosts persona information. Any wrong move, and Tim would destroy him for Bruce.

"Why did you call Drake?" Damian sniffed, entering the den with Cass. Tim shushed him, pointing to the screen.

"Just watch- I went back." There was a scream as Steph fell from the window, breaking in as always. She straightened, landing with the ease of someone who had trained with both the Batman and Catwoman, and hurried over.

"Did you see it?" She gasped excitedly, taking a seat next to Tim.

"I'm showing them." He hushed her hurriedly. Intrigued, the others took their seats, Duke strolling in last. He cranked the volume up higher and they leaned forward, eager.

"Now, recently, a particular video has taken Gotham by storm," The host was saying. Jason cocked his head, tugging his phone from his pocket to search for said video.

"Just wait." Tim coaxed, hands rubbing together like an insane man.

"We're watching." Barbara mumbled through the phone.

"Oh dear, I do hope it's not that one." Bruce was saying, chuckling, fake nervousness and smile on his face. The host laughed along, waving his hand to gesture the video play.

Jason choked on his tea and Steph's fingers dug half moons into Tim's arm as she watched with baited breath.

The video was of Bruce, in the manor, light instrumental music playing in the background. The video quality left something to be desired, crouched behind the couch, blurry, and audio a bit scratchy, but it was undoubtedly him.

"Am I blue? Am IIII Blue? Ain't these tears in these eyes-" The video ended abruptly, most likely because the recorder had been caught, but the damage had been done. Bruce looked near the tears he had been singing about.

Steph's grin was blinding. Dick's cackle erupted through the speaker of Tim's phone. A slow smile spread across Jason's face. "Oh this is going to be fun." Damian murmured.

"Damn it!" Jason cursed as his foot connected with the table.

"Language." Bruce immediately responded, more impulse than actual chiding.

"Yeah yeah." Jason grumbled. "Sorry. It's just... I've been a bit blue lately. Can't think straight."

He hurried out of the room before Bruce could see his grin. Bruce, on the other hand, was gripping his spoon tightly.

"Man," Dick complained, scrubbing at his eyes underneath his mask. Bruce frowned at him from the nearby roof, leaning closer.

"You okay?" He rumbled, reaching for a tissue or something to offer his son. Dick waved him off, dabbing at his eye with his gloves.

"Yeah- I'm fine. There's just something in my eyes. Probably tears." He winked, falling backwards off the roof. Bruce's jaw cracked from the force with which he was clenching it.

"Fu-" Steph grunted as she slammed into the floor, hands reacting too late to protect the hard landing.

Batman landed a step behind, hands moving immediately under her arms to lift her. "'m fine." She grumbled, wincing as she attempted to put weight on her left foot.

"Clearly." Bruce agreed, wrapping an arm more firmly around her waist to take most of her weight.

"B!!" She whined, but let him take it. "I can walk." She muttered. Bruce huffed a laugh, herding them both back into the cave.

"Of course you can. Think of me as a cane." That got a laugh from Steph, even as she let out a yelp as he let go to grab some gauze. "Sorry," Bruce murmured, helping her onto the med table. She waved him off, letting him prop it up and feel around.

"Sprained. Should be fine in a few days." He started to wrap it and Steph let herself recline, letting out a heavy breath as his fingers brushed a little too hard against her ankle. "Sorry." He mumbled again, but she just nodded back.

"You gonna be okay?" Bruce asked, helping her sit up. "Your room is still set up. It won't ever not be. You're staying here tonight, at least." Steph nodded her agreement, not willing to fight over it. Besides, she wanted to stay needed to torment him.

"You know what would really make me feel better?" She asked as he carried her up the stairs after they had changed back into civvies.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "What?" His voice was flat, suspicious.

Steph smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around his neck so he couldn't drop her and escape. "If you sang for me."

Bruce groaned, and as suspected, his arms relaxed marginally, prepared to drop her and make a run for it, though of course he didn't actually let her go. Steph grinned.

"Its really your fault," She pointed out. "If you had just told us-"

"I never kept it a secret." he grumbled, bringing her into the den, where, as planned, the rest of the kids sat. Dick smiled at his father, accepting Steph from his arms and setting her down next to Tim. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her closer.

Jason cleared his throat, holding up a microphone from Dick's twelfth birthday. No one said a word, just blinked expectantly at him.

Bruce sighed. They'd all gotten those damned puppy eyes from Dick, he was sure of it. As if to confirm, his eldest batted his eyelashes extra, and Damian even rubbed his eyes, sticking out his bottom lip. Unfortunately, being aware of the source did not lessen its effects in the slightest.

He snatched the mic from Jason, cleared his throat, and began.

@jellynber

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

sea monster au where Foul Legacy's species exchange jewelry as a form of courtship.

he's been giving you little pearls and shells for months, finding the most colorful gems in the sea just for you- Legacy loves watching your eyes light up as you cradle the gifts in your hands, placing a kiss on his masked forehead. but they're not enough- not in his mind. not enough to show how much he adores you. so for several nights he finds the best bits and bobs, stringing them together until he makes a lovely bracelet of coral and shells and pearls, scaled tail waving in excitement as he examines the intricate trinket.

Legacy is oddly nervous the next morning when you see him again, claws scratching at the rocks as he lets out a quiet chirp of greeting. he hoists himself up so he can sit beside you, tail draped over your legs. with a tentative chirp, the sea beast gently settles the bracelet in your hands, looking from it to you and back again pleadingly. you stare in awe, slipping it onto your wrist and admiring how it shines in the light, and slowly Legacy's tail begins to wave in delight at your acceptance of his courtship. a happy trill rings out as he nuzzles against your cheek, hugging you tightly and getting your shirt damp- but you don't mind. instead you laugh, petting his coppery hair and scritching behind his horns, watching as Legacy's fins shiver in sheer joy.

you'll have to make him a bracelet of his own, out of something sturdy but shiny especially for living in the water.

[chalkrub]

art trade of a swag beast

[deep-dark-fears]

You can be smoothie. A fear submitted by Felix to Deep Dark Fears - thanks! You can find original art in my store over HERE!

[anuyuri]

中秋快乐！Happy Mid-Autumn Festival 🥮

I hope you can eat a lot of good meals and maintain wonderful relationships.

[justarandomart]

Veeeee~

Image description: digital art of Vee from The Owl House in her basilisk and humanoid forms. Her hair is long, as it appears in the timeskip. Both Vees are gazing towards the viewer, and her basilisk form is smiling widely, curling her tail around her humanoid form.

The humanoid Vee has her arms crossed with a slight smile, and slightly raised scale-like freckles on her cheeks. End description.

image description by @anistarrose

[magolordidsomethingwrong]

some random homestar experiments for fun! (ignore last image)

[shesmore-shoebill]

Running a little low on both writing capabilities and spare time at the moment. So instead, for day three of Amangela Holiday Week. I'm just going to offer the skeleton of a dialogue exchange I envisioned for this prompt, and you can all fill in the blanks as you'd like! 🫡 The voices are potentially way off but hopefully the vibes are still there.

standard smosh rpf disclaimer. F for fiction. fear not ye characterization does not apply irl. etc. etc.

Prompt: "You taste like peppermint."

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"... Amanda. ...I know what candy canes taste like."

"Yeah, but. Well. Well, this is just in case you wanted to try. My one. Because this one is- uh- especially good."

"...You specifically want me to try your. Half eaten. Candy cane."

"Well not if you're going to give me attitude about it-"

"I'm not giving you attitude, you're just being weird. And I love you for it, but-"

"We share food all the time, this isn't THAT weird. And you don't have to-"

"-no, I mean, I'll do it, but god, Amanda, you know, there are WAY easier ways to get me to swap spit with you-"

[silence]

"... Did I say that out loud?"

"... Okay, way to turn my cute planned thing into the grossest thing I've ever heard. "Swap spit???""

"HEY- wait, don't turn this on me, what do YOU mean by planned-"

"You know what? Nevermind. Just get over here so I can kiss you."

"... you taste like peppermint."

"Well. I ate like. Four candy canes since this morning to try to get this to happen, so, I'm sorry, but it did work."

"I didn't say I didn't like it. ...But let me check again."

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Context floating in my head that I couldn't execute effectively/quickly enough: this is pre amangela officially getting together. but both of them have an inkling of how they/the other person feels. Someone brought candy canes in. Angela has spent the full day being tormented because every time she looks over at Amanda, Amanda has a candy cane in her mouth/is partway eating it/is looking over at her while her mouth. Does Things/etc and she's Not Being Regular About It.

(In her defense Amanda is absolutely doing it intentionally.)

Close to the end of the day Amanda fully just offers Angela if she wants to "try her candy cane" while holding out the one she's eating. Cue this conversation.

Optionally: whatever else you think suits it!

thanks again to @zillaphoneswag for setting this up! :)

[heleizition]

trans girl kon ft. tim request for @walkthruthefire :]

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[miabebe]

Kinda want all those who follow camp seventeen to do this quiz that my cutie @monamipencil found! Please let me know what you guys get, I'm super curious 👀 This is what I got!

[paintedkinzy-88]

Blood/gore TW again, but not as bad as last time—

Here’s a lil aftermath (and bonus silly doods) for that first Ghost!Leo comic (〜￣▽￣)〜

Leo may not want them using the goggles… but the headphones are very useful! It’s a lot easier to talk to them than it is to constantly text or flicker lights. Plus, if seeing him isn’t an option, hearing his voice for the first time in a month is definitely enough for now.

And y’know, it takes a lot out of him to be somewhat tangible, but for moments like these, he’s willing to put in that extra effort. Boi needs his turtle hugs again ;w;