#Divot

[gushism]

a comic from 2022 for class about angels and hospitals

[saltwife]

(Image description below cut)

854 Divot, the bear with the snare. This is another big name bear at Brooks, and she has quite a story. A few years back, she got caught in an illegal wolf snare. She pulled herself free, but the snare wire continued to tighten around her neck. A decision was made that the park staff would intervene, as it was a human caused injury; and happily Divot was able to be tranquilized and freed of the snare wire, while her yearling cub looked on. You can actually watch a video of her rescue here (cw injured animal; they do show the wound): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7sbqfgw8VI

Divot has gone on to thrive, and has had multiple litters of cubs since then, but she will forever bear the mark of the snare in the form of a scar ring around her neck.

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Image description: A digital illustration of a chubby, medium-brown bear in a sitting position. She has a dark ring around her neck and is giving you a sassy side-eye.

[bobauthorman]

The Rise of Sindel

For centuries Earth has used Mortal Kombat to defend itself against the Outworld Emperor Shao Kahn. But, Kahn becomes frustrated by failed attempts at taking Earth through tournament battle. He enacts a plan which began 10,000 years ago.

During this time Kahn had a queen. Her name was Sindel and her young death was unexpected. Kahn’s Shadow Priests, lead by Shang Tsung, make it so Sindel’s spirit would someday be reborn, not on the Outworld but on the Earth Realm itself.

However, due to a curious alignment in Earth’s leylines, the site of the resurrection ritual must take place at Hole 5 on the golf course at the New York Country Club in New Hempstead, New York...

(Shang Tsung and a group of men in purple hoods and robes are gathered in a circle, chanting. Before them the ground twists and contorts, taking shape as Sindel’s body regrows before them. From behind Tsung, a man in a tacky golf outfit, silly hat included, approaches)

Golfer: What’re ya doing!?

Shang Tsung: ...We’re fixing a divot.

Golfer: Oh. (Turns and calls to his friends) They’re fixing a divot!

[golfgifts4u]

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[personalized-plates]

I M DIVOT

[dimorphodon-x]

The kids are having a sleepover with their favourite pillows/plushies! Robots are surprisingly easier to draw than humans, and I wanted to try my hand at sparklings :3

Novabird (left) belongs to @dimorphodon-x

Divot (right) belongs to @cuppajj

Dion (middle) belongs to me

[devilfic]

tasm!peter parker has such a sit-able lap. I can only imagine how difficult it is to not just shove his sketchbook out of his hands and crawl into his lap whenever you get the urge. he gets like a second to complain before you’re grabbing his cheeks in your hands and kissing him quiet and, well, that lap is yours now

it’s not even just when he’s sitting up! when he’s laying down, one leg bent and the other hanging off the couch, you just crawl right between his legs and lay your head on his chest. and he’s used to this kinda thing so he picks up the arm holding his book and rests it on your back while you nap on him

at some point, he will start likening you to a cat, though

[ahollowgrave]

-- please.

[robinsceramics]

our new sea-green glaze is a big success!!

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[payasita]

engraved

[beapbeaps]

the unspeakable urge to draw Alecto at work

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Thinking about Yoichi’s quirk being an underdeveloped version of the All for One quirk, maybe he was born premature or somethin

But imagine him having little divots in the middle of his palms, only visible when he really stretched out his hands.

also imagine that Yoichi vehemently hates this manifestation, and wears all kinds of gloves to hide it. he claims poor blood circulation, but really, it's because Yoichi doesn't need anyone (else) to think that he has the same ability as AfO

[imsquat]

beginnings of teeny boat 😁👍

[tina-armani]

[jonahmagnus]

I liked it when it said “it’s murderin’ time!” And botted all over those guys