#BUT NOT FOR LONG

[harmleikurdraws]

F I N A L L Y

Dickie bothering his dad, Demon Child creeping Father out, Bruce vs Jason, Tim doing just fine, Step’s Watah, Cass the Golden Child, Softboy Ace, Bruce is guilty too

[bota--bonk]

A scythe, for harvesting.

Here's one without the text. It's supposed to be like, wheat in the backround, flames in the foreground.

[totus-ardeo]

Im back with my shit!

[badasserywomen]

I have this mental image of sibyl taking off rau’s boots after a long day, looking up at them with such love/admiration and I can’t stop thinking about it

This just reminds me i do need to draw more rau and sibyl suffering from gay panic and thirst everytime she's around her. Im sure theres love/admiration in there as well.

[ladybugsimblr]

iambkay happy holidays from my fam to yours! 💖quinton, bailey, lyric, legend, and rebi love ✨🎄

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bailey shared the family holiday card on simstagram, giving the butterflies the early gift of finally getting to see a photo of the youngest princess and find out her name. b had those comments turned off though. she wanted to get back to “normal” and proudly show off her fam, but her way on her time and didn’t care to hear any opinions on the matter - positive or negative.

[donutdisturblivball]

do y’all ever go back to the Slides™️ whenever u feel low on content or you’re doubting for a bit and then you check who else is on with u and think “damn that’s a lot of people who are as mentally ill as me”

[holy-sweetsour-milk]

Little baby man bay baby man

[seiraheron]

Part 1 of moshang snotty au as a Secret Santa gift for foxyjoy-art_joy_ Happy holidays!

[birdie123au]

Greek Tragedy Masterlist (ongoing) // tartaglia x reader

hubris - excessive pride tending to lead to defiance toward the gods

Being a young servant girl of a disgraced priest meant that you were often ridiculed; forsaken by the gods. By a chance encounter with the crowned prince of Salamis, Ajax, you find yourself infatuated despite the concerns of your dearest disgraced father.

pairing: tartaglia x reader

ancient greece au

tags: major character death, mentions of suicide, mentions of sexual harassment, hella time skips, angst, angst with a sort of happy ending, poor reader, prince ajax, time skips, trojan war, misogyny, growing up together, children with no pregnancy

chapter index:

one - hubris

two - zelus

three - eros

four - agon

five - mania

[crimsongrimoire]

Balls

yknow. obviously not the expectation. most recent time i used it Apparently. still horny but that's not surprising to me at all

[nokaru]

AYO IT'S BOYS NIGHT OUT

[o-wise-corvid]

Here we go. Another part of the Papa and Bab AU.

Choosing the doorstep…

“What do you think of that one?”

“Uh.”

“Quite right. Too tired looking already. You need attention.”

A pause.

“Oh, what about them?… excuse me, ma’am, are you paying attention?”

A gail of giggles was the reply.

“Excuses, excuses.”

But then a sound bubbled up from Maul’s chest that startled him. He blinked at the baby girl, who he’d taken to calling “ma’am” so as not to assign her a name that wouldn’t last. She blinked back and then clapped her hands excitedly, dimples popping out on her cheeks.

The search was on its third day. There had been a few possible candidates but… but. Maul wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. But he hadn’t seen it yet.

“Oh, my stars.”

It took every drop of Maul’s self control not to shoot off the park bench where he’d settled himself and shrink away from the unexpected voice. A deep blue Togruta female, lithely built, with large white ovals around her red eyes smiled down at him. Her wide, flitterfly-reminiscent montrals swayed a little as she sat down beside him and waved at the baby in Maul’s arms.

“I’ve never seen a pink Zabrak before. She’s beautiful. Are you a single parent?”

Maul gaped at her a moment and then nodded, unsure what else he was supposed to do.

The Togruta smiled her sharp smile and her horns dipped toward one another. “Ah, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help but overhear how you were talking to her. I’m a sucker for good parenting. You delight her.”

She leaned toward him a bit. “I’m a bit force-sensitive. Helps me know what dance moves to pull. I come here before work to center myself.”

Maul just kept nodding and patting the baby’s back. Then he suddenly realized… he might’ve just found the one. Slowly, he extended his arms toward the Togruta, offering her the baby. Who made a little worried noise at the distance between herself and Maul, but then spied the towering horns and a’kuul tooth headband, and made grabbing motions at the woman.

“You… may hold her… if you like.”

“Oh! Oh, thank you…” She gathered the baby close to herself and booped a fingertip on the little, pink-tinged nose. “No horn bumps yet. Oh, wait, you’re not Iridonian though… do your females have horns?”

There was a little panic there again. But Maul swallowed and… told the truth. “Nightchildren are very sexually dimorphic. Females do not have horns.”

“Nightchildren?”

“My clan.”

“Oh. I’m sorry; I’m extremely nosy. Didn’t mean to pry.”

Maul just shook his head. He didn’t mind. The Togruta was pleasant. Kind. And she liked the little one. Very much. Maul could feel it. He’d have once been nauseated by such stirrings in the Force. But now… he almost wondered if he’d felt that way simply because he knew he must. Or else die of sheer sorrow. And starvation for such things. Mm. That might happen regardless. He had never slept curled with another creature until this baby. And he had noted how deeply and comfortably he had slept.

“Kriff. Work. Um, nice meeting you. If you come to the park again, I’d love to see you two again sometime.” The Togruta grinned, gathering her bag, and then scurried off before she was late. Maul watched her and then, after a few moments, followed.

The dive she danced at was nothing remarkable. It stank and it was loud and full of the storm of lust and drunken emotions from the clientele. Maul made a face. This was no place for the baby. So. He waited. And got lunch. And gave the baby the bottle he’d prepared for her. Changed her diaper. And had a good little game of “baby gums Maul’s nose” before she drifted off into a nap.

And then, finally, the Togruta came out and headed home. Maul slipped in behind her and followed her, masking himself deep in the Force and moving gracefully to keep the baby from being jostled.

The stopping point was a tiny sectioned off door with a small circle of golden light in the door. It was actually not far from Maul’s room, which… he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It might’ve been a good thing; he wouldn’t be far… if he… no. No, this had to be it the last night. He needed to move on.

The Togruta unlocked her door and went inside.

Maul waited. And then nodded. Now was a good time. Before she went to bed. The woman would be good to the little one. He carefully unfolded the baby from his robe, the nest of the cheap little flitterfly print blanket going with her.

The baby stirred, bright little eyes opening to focus on him. And Maul felt a peculiar sensation, as one being caught doing something he shouldn’t. “You are going to like your home here. You liked her today. She will be better for you than anything I can do. I… it was nice. To meet you.” And then with an almost overwhelming surge of sadness that strangled his breathing and thickened his voice, “I hope you never have to meet me again.”

The little girl’s lower lip trembled and then her face started to crumple up completely. “Oh, no, no, d-don’t cry,” Maul said in a rush, pulling her back against his chest. “It will be-”

A rectangle of light exploded out of the gloom and fell over him. The Togruta stood in her own doorway, staring down at Maul, knelt in the street. “What are y… oh, it’s you. Oh, my goodness, are you okay?” She stepped out toward them, bending as if to check on Maul. “Are… sir, are you homeless?”

“H… I… no. No, I have a room over a cantina nearby. We were…” He looked down at the child in his arms. She had quieted and now had a grip on his finger. There was no way she was comprehending what had just happened… was there? She couldn’t know… but she obviously did. She wanted him. And… kark it all, Maul wanted her.

“We were just late getting back this evening.”

“I see.” She smiled at him. “Can you hang out here a second? I, uh… I have something for you.” And the woman went back inside.

Maul did as she’d asked, taking the advantage of privacy to cuddle the baby up close to his face. She cooed softly at him, cold little hands patting his cheeks. “Alright. You will stay. But… we will have to have a talk later. Alright.”

“MmmMMMmmmm. Pa. Pa.”

Maul’s vision doubled and then tripled as his eyes filled with water. He hadn’t missed the word. The name. There was no missing it. It seemed to enter his ears and crawl down to his hearts, piercing them and weaving itself into the very fibers of the organs until there would be no removing it.

“Here.”

Maul sniffed, blinking at the stinging in his eyes, and then looking up. The Togruta held out a satchel to him. “It’s just a few baby things. Um… I… I was going to have one. But… she didn’t make it. If you’d use these things… I’d be honored. So would she.”

There was a long, silent beat and then Maul took the bag. “I am sorry. For your loss.”

“Thanks. It’s been over a year. I just couldn’t get rid of some things. Until now. Thank you. For taking them.”

“Thank you. Good… good luck.”

“You too.”

And then it was just Maul and the baby in the dark again. “Papa.”

“Well, ma’am, if you are giving me a new name… it is only fair that I give you one.”

She hummed, nuzzling into his chest. “Papa.”

Maul began the walk back to his room. “What about Pearl?”

“Uh.”

“Mm. Rose?”

“Uh.”

“You are not going to make this easy, are you?”

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Rush Hour

Now, with fingers crossed and all the hopes in the world, I will not have to do the absolute fucking nightmare I had today as often as I have been.

See, the trip to work wasn’t bad - I wasn’t in great shape at the end of it, but I never am, so fuck it. I had good luck with connections in terms of changing buses and, as I had planned, got to work in plenty of time to wait in the always-overlong queue at the in-hospital pharmacy so I could pick up mallet-meds. I’d have waited until after work but I have a thing at the moment whereby I take the mallet-meds a little bit before I leave for home so that I can more or less survive the trip home.

This will be important later.

Since I had the security app and password, it seemed a sensible thing to say to Scruffman, “I’ll test this out over the weekend and call on Monday so we can see what’s what in terms of working from home”. So I said the thing, and he agreed with it, and I will definitely test the things over the weekend. But I will not be doing it tonight even though I had originally considered it, because of what happened after I gathered up my work laptop and the peripherals and started heading for home.

Well, the first half of the journey wasn’t too bad. However, when we got to the sort of Russell Square sort of area, the driver went on the announcement system and said, “There’s a traffic issue around here and I’m told it’s going to take a half-hour to get to Holborn so this bus is going to stop at Waterloo”. I kind of get why - timetables and all - but it seems a horrible thing to do to commuters who’ve crammed themselves onto a bus to overcrowding point to just dump them off possibly several stops before theirs, and probably have to wait for another bus that will have run into the same problems (or be overcrowded to fuckery by other people who had to move to said other buses after having the same problems). So I just went, “Fuck this” and got off the bus, figuring I could get the Tube to Elephant and Castle and go from there.

This was probably a mistake. The nearest Tube station was Russell Square, which is a Piccadilly Line train, and Elephant and Castle is either the Bank branch of the Northern Line or the Bakerloo Line. So I had a couple of choices - one stop up to King’s Cross and switch to the Northern Line, or a few stops in the other direction to Piccadilly Circus and the Bakerloo Line from there. So basically it was a choice between what kind of abominable crush I wanted to face, since by then it had gone 5pm and the rush hour was starting. In the end I decided on tourists and nightlife-seekers instead of business suits for my impending crushedness and took the Bakerloo Line option.

Note: neither Russell Square nor Piccadilly Circus are remotely disability-friendly. So many stairs. But eventually, finally, I got to Elephant and Castle without wanting to scream too much. Though by that point, between stairs and connections, it was about 6pm. But all I had to do was wait for my bus.

And wait. And wait. And fucking wait. I checked online because the electronic schedule kept pushing the arrival of my very specific bus back by about five minutes at a go. Turns out that particular bus route was messed up because of a collision around the New Kent Road sort of area. But eventually, after twenty-odd minutes of wait and with painkillers wearing off, I finally got on my bus and headed for home.

It was exhausting, it was expensive, and I never want to do it again. But ... I mean, I may have to, but only once a week, not four times. Fingers crossed everything goes well. Though I did realise that if I want to work in my office, I needed an ethernet switch because the wifi in this room is bullshit. So another expense, but thankfully not a huge one. I’m just praying that all the stuff about sorting out the VPN actually works.

Now, I am going to go soak in a hot bath while my very delayed dinner finishes cooking. Yes, I know, but I got home way later than I expected to and then the roast needed to settle to room temperature-ish and it’s a big one so it takes hours to roast. Also, honestly, I wasn’t that hungry when I got home anyway. Too exhausted and pain-riddled. Also it’s very cold and I’m trying not to turn on the heat but maybe I should just a tiny bit. As a treat. Hot bath first, though.

[cutetanuki-chan]

happy baby

[moonfurthetemmie]

Meetings (Part 1)

Starting with Pluto and Slash, just how a bunch of the H!DS Characters meet. No idea how long this’ll be.

Next

Ah, nothing like being covered in blood and running from law enforcement first thing in the morning.

Really, couldn’t they wait until he took a shower and changed clothes? The longer the blood sat, the worse it was going to stain, and it would be a pain in the ass to get out. 

Contrary to popular belief, he was not an expert at getting blood out of his clothes. 

“Hey! Stop!”

The short, blood-covered man snorted without looking back. Man, cops were so stupid. Especially these small town cops.

He darted around the corner and took the chance to look back.

One officer was yelling into their radio. Most of the others were trying to shoot him, like he hadn’t been running from law enforcement with guns for decades. 

He couldn’t help grinning. Man, this was too easy.

He weaved around signs, trees, and bushes as he ran, ignoring the gunshots behind him. 

This was more attention then he’d wanted, but it was nice to run around some. 

He debated turning o  the officers and slaughtering them, too. Would that be too much? Was it worth it?

“Sir, we’ve established a visual on Nightmare.”

Uh oh. 

He glanced back, and spotted a squadron of much better geared people, humans and monsters, marching out of a portal. Each of them had a familiar yellow insignia on their uniforms. One of them, who appeared to be the captain, was yelling through their radio.

Greeaaat. The police called JR. 

Alright, so no killing cops this morning. Got it.

Nightmare decided to take more drastic evasive maneuvers.

Namely, opening a portal and getting the hell out of Dodge. 

Normal cops he could deal with. Under some circumstances, he might mess with some JR personnel. Normal cops and a whole squad of JR personnel, however, was far too risky.

Especially since Dream had started making weapons that used his radiance. So far they only had spears and swords of various other bladed melee weapons, but he wasn’t sure when they were going to figure out how to make bullets out of it. And that would suck if they got too close to him.

Nightmare didn’t make a portal straight to his current hideout. He jumped through several universes before stopping. 

Then he realized he wasn’t at home. In fact, he had no sweet clue where he was.

It was just an endless plane of white. There was a visible horizon, but the sky wasn’t that much off from the color of the ground. 

“…What in the goddam-“

“Why are you covered in blood?”

Nightmare is reasonably proud.

He’s not too proud, however, to admit that suddenly hearing a voice behind him in a really weird new place made him screech and spin around, and summon his scythe and try to attack whoever had scared him.

Fortunately for her, she’d been smart enough to stay well back from the strange guy covered in blood. Even so, the sudden movement and the very sharp, glowing blade that had slashed at her made her jump back with a strangled yelp.

“Dude! What the hell?” She looked irritated.

Nightmare took a deep breath. Clearly this person didn’t know who he was. He dropped his scythe, which dissipated into nothing well before it hit the ground.

“God, you scared me.”

“I scared you?” She said indignantly. “Bitch, you come into my universe covered in blood wielding a scythe-”

Nightmare waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I look like I just murdered some people. I know. I get that a lot.”

She narrowed her eyes. Nightmare had seen lots of weird colored eyes before. Hell, he had weird colored eyes. Her having one grey eye and one red eye wasn’t as surprising to him as it might’ve been to someone else.

She was pale. Like, really pale. She was almost completely black and white, except for the gold heart locket around her neck and her red eye. Her hair, which was short and fluffed up in the front, was white. Her clothes, some sort of uniform, were mostly white. Her skin was actually white.

She…also looked really strong. He could see the muscles in her arms. He probably shouldn’t give her a reason to attack him. He had a weapon, but she might too, and if she caught him off-guard and got a hold of him that probably wouldn’t end well.

“Look, lady, I honestly was just trying to get home. Sorry about showing up in your blank canvas of an AU covered in blood.“

She folded her arms. “Cross.”

Nightmare blinked. “What?”

“My name is Cross.”

“Oh. Nightmare.” He tilted his head to the side. “…You‘ve…never heard of me, have you?”

Cross raised an eyebrow. “No. Should I have?”

She sounded so unimpressed. He probably would be too, but still. It irritated him.

“Well, probably not,” he said dryly. “I doubt JR cared enough to warn one singular person in an otherwise empty universe.”

She stared at him blankly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He frowned. “…Are you serious? Justice Reigns? You’ve never heard of them?”

“I’ve been stuck here for a really long time, I don’t have any idea what’s going on outside of this place.”

Nightmare gaped at her. “JR’s been around for over a hundred years. There’s no way you’ve never heard of it. Or Dream. Me, that’s different, I’m just a random serial murderer, but-“ He shook his head incredulously. “Jesus. Alright, well, friendly word of advice: stay away from them.”

Cross lifted her head. “Aaand…why should I listen to the blood-covered rando who just admitted to being a serial killer?”

“Because you either agree with everything they say, or get brainwashed into it, or get killed for speaking out against them.” Nightmare scratched at his arm. Ugh. He needed a shower. “They say they want to make a perfect world, and eradicate crime, yada yada. Dream, the guy in charge? He thinks that’s what he’s doing. But he also thinks he’s a god and that he can’t do anything wrong ever. Also they execute people if they find them guilty of any crimes, so…”

“…Ah.”

“Yep!” Nightmare said cheerfully. “Great guys. Anyway, I need a goddamn shower, and I don’t like this place, so-“

“Hold on.”

Oh, that was a bad tone. That was the tone of someone who thinks they can threaten him. And unfortunately, since Nightmare didn’t know much about the strong-looking woman, she probably could.

“You can make portals.” Her gaze was piercing. “Get me out of here.”

…Ah. Well, given that she seemed to be stuck here, that was a fair request. Still.

“…Yeah, no,” Nightmare decided. “I’m not taking a stranger anywhere with me, especially not someone who looks like they could pick me up and throw me.”

Cross narrowed her eyes as her fingers curled into fists.

“Alright,” she said coolly. “How about this?”

Suddenly there was a flash of red. Instinctively, he jumped to the side, and barely missed getting his arm sliced off by a giant glowing sword. The red glow slowly faded until the sword appeared to be made of normal metal. 

“Get me out of here, or I’ll cut you to pieces.”

Nightmare stared at the blade. Why was it shaped like a giant knife? What kind of sword-

Oh wait he was being threatened. Very effectively.

“…Can we negotiate?” He asked, raising his hands slightly as Cross pointed her weapon at his throat. “I really do not feel safe taking you with me anywhere, what if I just show you how to make portals?”

Cross lowered her sword slightly. 

“You could go wherever you want that way,” Nightmare continued. “And I don’t have to worry about getting my skull split! It’s a win-win!” 

Cross dismissed her sword. “You know what, that is a better idea.”

Nightmare, not being super keen on going back on his word with a scary knife-sword-wielding buff lady, did not just run off, and did actually teach her how to make portals.

With his luck, she’d find a way to get out anyways, and he’d run into her again and get killed. He kind of felt bad for her, anyway. This place sucked. He couldn’t imagine living here.

Once Cross had gotten the hang of it, though, he dipped. He went through a couple of universes again before stoping, this time right where he meant to be. Home.

Well, temporary home. At least until someone came to see why the person that had been living there wasn’t paying their bills anymore, and he had to run again, but for now it was comfortable.

He immediately went to the bathroom to wash the dried blood off. It was getting gross.

[justaminion]

Chapters: 3/? Rating: Mature Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Summary:

Oh dear! After crash landing and losing their ship, Anakin and Obi-Wan are forced to spend two weeks at a luxurious honeymoon resort. Obi-Wan is entertainingly distressed, Anakin is amused, both of them eventually relax, and the galaxy might just be saved as a result...

Chapter 3 is finally up! Fun and games and fighting and things finally heating up a bit.