#And drunk

[committingcrimes-2047]

I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!!!

(WARNING!!! BADLY WRITTEN AND MAKES NO SENSE BUT I WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU!!!)

Imagine taking Powder out for a walk around the undercity to pick up some supplies for your husband Vander.

You have your back to Powder while you talk to the shop keep, unbeknownst to you, Powder had been tinkering with one of her gadgets and pocketing old parts off the street and shops.

You finally turn back to Powder after hearing her panicking and a faint ticking sound when you realise that she accidentally activated it.

You immediately grab the home made bomb off of her- looking around to see if theres anywhere to throw it but you're surrounded by people and before you know it you curl in on yourself- confining the small explosion to yourself.

You fall to the ground, feeling your stomach burning- shards of metal from the bomb lodged into the raw muscle that was now exposed and colorful smoke surrounds you.

Powder stands above you, sobbing and panicking trying to help you get up- but you tell her to go get Vander and she nods before running as fast as she could away from you- you can barley hear anything around you and the crowd that was once around you had vanished.

The last thing you remember is the blurry figure of Vander running towards you in the distance, followed by four smaller figures.

My writing is absolutely ASS, so anyone who knows how to write and is willing to- pretty please do! Literally my posts are just to give other people ideas. (totally not because im desperate and suffering from Arcane)

If someone does write this, PLEASE write Vander and the kids taking care of Reader until they recover and Reader reassuring Powder that they aren't angry.

(The explosion was small by the way- but Reader didn't want anyone else to get hurt and thats why they locked in idk dude its 12:42 AM and im tweaking)

Hes so fucking hot dude

[radiance1]

Vlad opened his eyes expecting to look up at his cieling.

The pair of eyes staring straight into his own was not what he wanted to see.

"I need you to make a clone of me." Danny, ever the grain of salt in a pile of sugar, said with all the tact of something who didn't just break into a man's room.

Vlad squinted up at him and scowled. "Hello to you as well, Daniel. Not even a good morning?" He groaned, reaching a hand up to massage his temple to try and offset the headache he could feel settling in. "Do you have the slight clue what time it is?"

"It's 3 AM."

Vlad blinked, and his scowled deepened. "That somehow makes it even worse." He sat up as Danny leaned back, and reached for his side table, taking up a glass with little difficulty and downing the water in few gulps. He then sighed and looked back at Danny. "What is this about making a clone of you?"

Danny crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Exactly what it sounds like, fruitloop. I need you," Danny pointed a finger at Vlad. "To make me," He then pointed that finger at himself. "A clone."

Vlad's eyebrow twitched at how Danny spoke. As if he were explaining someone complex to a child. He sighed, killing whatever retort was on his tongue to instead rest his head in his head.

"There should most likely be one left that I haven't melted down yet, do with that what you will." He shifted back some until he could rest against his headboard and waited for the nuisance to leave-

"Why are you shirtless?" Inquired the child that was still there.

Vlad opened his eyes to shoot his a glare and he scoffed. "Are you not going to run along towards whatever need you have for a clone, child. Or do you insist on ruining whatever peace I have left?"

"Is the clone an actual clone or..?" Danny tilted his eyes, eyes roaming off Vlad to the lump beside him.

"No, it won't suddenly come to life, it is just a body." Vlad explained as he manifested a wing to hide said lump from Danny's gaze. "So you need not worry about that part, though why you would need one is beyond me."

Danny stayed quiet for a moment, before shrugging. "You still have a clone of me though? That's kinda weird dud-" His smirk was slapped right off his smug face by a wing as he flew back a bit through the air.

He matched Vlad's glare with one of his own as he rubbed his face, before huffing. "Fine. I'm leaving now." He phased through the wall, leaving with the whisper of fruitloop and leaving Vlad in that blessed, of so sacred silence.

Sadly, it was not to last.

His bedroom door was slammed open, with enough strength to shake the entire room and cause the poor thing to slam into the wall with enough force to crack the blood thing. "Dad! Those weird birds are-" The voice momentarily interrupted by two shouts of alarm.

"SWEET BUTTER BISTCUITS!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

"-...Why are you naked...?" Danielle said, a look of disturbed confusion on her face before she ducked low to avoid a blast of magic. "Okay, now that was uncalled for- ewwwwwwwww!" She then screwed her eyes shut and put her hands over her eyes and looked as if she might puke.

Vlad, deciding to spare his daughter from a sight only he should've seen this morning and acquainted himself with quite thoroughly last night, he moved a wing to hide his partner's... private bits, from sight. Who then decided it would be the best idea to sit down.

On Vlad's wing.

If Vlad were any lesser man, he might have complained. But he was not. So he did not.

He did shift his wing around, however.

"You have a kid?" John Constantine, conman extraordinaire, rather shamelessly took the glass offered as Vlad covered the both of them with a sheet and drank the water. "Would a been nice to know before I shot at her, actually."

Vlad massaged the bridge of his nose, a headache coming on that in no way was because of a hangover and sighed through his nose. "She was not even supposed to be here for a week more, so there was no reason to tell you anything."

To which Constantine shrugged.

"Why are you here, Danielle. You were supposed," He stressed the word. "To be somewhere in Metropolis."

A single eye peeked out from between the girl's fingers, before she let out a relieved sigh and dropping her hands. "Those weird birds tracked me down to tell you they want to meet you." Dani wrinkled her nose. "Though I think you should put on clothes though.

"Weird birds-" Vlad paused, sneaking a glance over at his alarm clock to see that it was, in fact, 3:15 AM and groaned. he dropped his face into his hands. "Those blasted phoenixes, it's three in the morning!"

Dani just shrugged and stepped out of the room. "They're in your living room by the way, the fourth one down the hall that takes the two right turns, and they're getting pretty impatient." She then paused, staring straight at Constantine, who stared back with a raised eyebrow.

Water dripped down his face and down onto the bed as a ball of water slapped smack dab in the face as he reopened his eyes with an unamused expression.

Dani stuck her tongue out and then disappeared down the hall.

"Well, I'm awake now at least." Constantine said, reaching over Vlad's lap to place his now empty glass onto the side table.

A loud screech cut through the noise of the mansion, and for the second time. Vlad groaned.

It was only three in the morning...

[greeen-bean]

Do you think that whilst Charles was alive in boarding school there was a ghost story going around about a boy who died there? A boy who was used as a sacrifice to the devil. A boy who was a puff. So the school covered it up. It was an act of god, they said. And he's still here, turning other boys gay. so the devil can claim them as well.

Do you think Charles heard those stories? Do you think that when he first met Edwin he made the connection? And hated himself for thinking he was cute. Thinking that Edwin was turning him into one of them. So the devil could get him? Even still, he doesn't tell him to go. They sit, they talk, they laugh.

This can't be him. I mean, sure he's a bit, flamboyant, but he's so kind, and funny, and caring, and I'm so tired, and everyone is so horrible.

And then he dies, and he sees the blue light, and he chooses Edwin anyway. He's not ready. He has so much to learn, about himself, about the world. he's not ready.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

You guys I feel so defeated I don’t wanna live in Trump’s America again I’m gonna lose my rights and even though I’m a legal immigrant I’m also scared of my citizenship being questioned and losing access to healthcare because I’m AFAB and also transgender like…

Idk I’m just drunk and ranting. I’m going to keep fighting for myself however I can, but fuck, I wish I didn’t have to fight so hard for basic human rights and decency.

[lem0nicle]

my first ever drawing of sea stan!

kinda messed up the lineart, but it's still good, i think. hope you like it :)

[rvspecter]

[ghostydrawsstuff]

What is goody good, my giggity gamers? How many of you sigmas have succumbed to brain root like a a real alpha male?

(I am so fucking sorry for that..... )

I can't believe ya did either! But hey at least ya didn't use gyat rizz or smth lmao

Btw sorry for just us four, it's been busy!

Also I'm probably keeping this new look for Slender, I think the suit vest thingy just looks a lot more fancy! It looks good on him :3

[hersurvival]

Is this love?

Am I allowed to say that?

It usually scares off others

And I need you,

Please stay, please don't be scared

I only want the best for you

And I understand that is not me,

That you are four years into a commitment

But maybe -

Maybe I would consider making another pact,

Calling upon a cross-roads demon

That we may reconvene when all else proves

Not to last

I hope you make it last,

I hope you have found

Everything you have ever wanted

But also..

Selfishly..

Would you ever consider moving North to Alaska?

[moranaaaaaaaa]

My Chinese teacher told us that we could draw something to pass our exam, so I made a good omens comics AHAHHA

English version of it for the social media is here

[acaribeau]

Yes, shut up Drunk Old man!

I wonder why 🙄🙄

Don't let me alone with him, Satan! :c

[wolf-grrl]

Maybe nobody cares but I have so much love for lawrence gordon. Like the blue shirt he's wearing in the flashbacks is such an outdated style. Very 80s Wallstreet style. It's so like him to be stuck in the fashion of his youth. What he knows to be "refined." Lawrence Gordon Lawrence gordon doctor Lawrence gordon.

[mad-c1oud]

ohhh would love to see more of your art! bugs <3

YEHAHHHHHHH BUG ART!!!!

below are some of my first attempts at miniature bug watercolors and I chose Luna moths bc of their colors and they are my dads favorite :3 upper left is the very first attempt and latest is last box, still not finished… all done with watercolor paint (most from Etsy) and super fine brushes- toothpick for scale!

Then we have some doodles!!! These are just from my pocket sketchbook and done when I was bored. The first is an antler horned beetle (I found a super cool book on beetles at the library and kind of lost my mind, I have so many I wanna draw/paint). And the other is an annual cicada and it’s various cycles of life!!! Cicadas are my favorite bug hands down and I started that sketch as a tattoo concept for myself that I hope to get one day, I just want to find the right artist…

Also last year I started dabbling with printmaking and bought a speedball carver and some cheap erasers and made me some cicada wind stamps. I hope to make more bugs and stuff with them this year <3

That’s all I have for bug stuff right now!!! My energy has shifted to writing lately but I’ve missed traditional art a ton and hope to jump back in soon

Might share more of my work in the future, I have a bunch <333 thank you sm anon for letting me share this!!!

(Y’all feel free to send me any bugs at any time, I could always use to inspo. Cant guarantee I’ll draw/paint them but I love learning about critters and crawlers :3)

[moodysullie]

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It's nearly 3:00 AM and my nearly-24hours-awaken-half-tipsy-half-drunk-head contains nothing but this

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(cn // some DILF graphic contents that you'll want no one to see you looking at them)

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And ... uh ...

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Yeah ...

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Something VERY graphic

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( this post will either destroy itself or the whole blog idk let's find out after I wake and sober up )

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[mangyraccooon]

Real unimportant but does anyone remember the one stony fic where Steve kept calling tony 5+1 thingy

It was like Steve called tony to pay for his soup because he broke his credit card in a act of protest then he called cause his motor bike broke down then he called cause he was drunk and they kissed but Steve forgot then civil war happened and another call and there was a happy ending

I’ve been looking for like 2 weeks and I can’t find it and I really don’t want to be asking on A03 because it messes with the archive and stuff but I really want to read it again and bookmark it but I can’t find it and it’s driving me crazy

Anyway if you remember this fic pls tell me because it was so well written and I really want to read it again