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[riuhere]

'looks like someone's annoyed >;)'

( @emelinstriker gave me motivation to draw again while @theweepingegg suggested and I quote "share your simpness to the world~" and I thought about it...you know what? why the heck not? it's my drawings, so what if I want to share it to the world? I have more btw so keep an eye out ;) just slowy turning them into digital drawings to satisfy myself and bring back that groove. Thank You U.U you guys are amazing people for inspiring me, hands down)

Triad Au rightfully belongs to the amazing @novelcain

[spartanfoxart]

"Never lie to a professional liar."

Fun sort of pin-up art of my Chiss Imperial agent, Kir'av'saiow (Iravsa).

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC: If You Take A Ghost Dog to The Dog Park

Cujo was what Sam called a 'Hound of Hell' and she meant it literally. After Danny became the King of Ghosts at the mature age of 15 and 2 days old, Cujo - his "dog" - became a listed Ghost Zone Hound which had multiple other names which included 'Hell Hound'. With Cujo's new found ability he was able to find Danny wherever he went and get him out of any potentially dangerous situation he found himself, as well as carry out orders given to him by Frostbite, Clockwork, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Elle, Valerie and of course - Danny.

But Cujo was still a dog.

A very excited dog who dragged him all the way to a corner of the Ghost Zone and through a natural portal into an city Danny hadn't visited in person before. Gotham City. Specifically Cujo took him to the Gotham City dog park where he proceeded to try to play with the other dogs in the park.

Most of the dogs seemed hesitant at first until a great dane puppy jogged over and the two started to play together. It was nice to watch considering how little Hell Hounds there were in the Ghost Zone, but on the other hand Danny was in his human form and having a glowing green dog was quickly gaining attention, specifically from the owner of the great dane, a 9-year-old kid with black hair and green eyes.

"What kind of dog is that?" The kid asked.

"Honestly? No idea, he's a rescue." Danny said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "His names Cujo. What's your dogs name?"

"Titus."

"Like the Roman Emperor?" Danny questioned, seeing the surprise on the boys face.

"Exactly. Cujo is the name of a horror movie dog, correct?"

Danny nodded, "Yeah."

"Why is he green?"

Danny shrugged, "Dunno, he came that way." Danny said, then facepalmed when Cujo suddenly took on his huge form and began running through the park with Titus right on his heels.

It wasn't just Titus anymore either.

Suddenly more and more dogs were chasing Cujo through the dogpark as Cujo howled, barked, then turned and bowed occasionally at the other dogs before he finally turned and made a mad dash at Danny.

The kid took a step back as Danny just sighed, bracing himself as Cujo got closer and closer. Then, when he was close enough Danny held out his hand.

"Cujo, stop!"

Cujo slid to a stop, ending up less than three feet from Danny, his tail swishing excitedly.

"Cujo, sit."

Cujo sat down, his tail now thumping on the ground.

"Good. Now, Cujo, shrink."

Cujo popped into his small figure and jumped into Danny's arms as he pet him then looked at the kid and other very concerned and confused people.

"Uh... bye." He said, walking away leaving everybody concerned and confused.

---

Damian sat at the Bat-Computer curled up slightly as he tried to find information on what he'd seen when Drake walked in. Drake approached, looking at the computer with a tilt of his head.

"Is that a giant green dog?"

"Indeed. It was able to shift size, was glowing, and is seemingly well trained."

"So.. what you're doing research so you can get one of your own?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm trying to find the boy was who had it."

"Why?"

"Because the boy whom was with the dog had rings of glowing green around his eyes. Lazarus green specifically. I suspect a Lazarus pit has opened up within the Gotham Limits and that this boy and his dog are playing in it. If a Lazarus Pit has opened within Gotham we must get the boy into custody and get both he and his dog some help, then we must seal the pit."

"What if you can't find them?"

"Then they'll find us. That green dog and Titus enjoyed playing together and dogs thrive on patterns. The dog - Cujo - had fun at the park so it's only a matter of time before they return to it."

"Huh... if you take a dog to the dog park, he'll want to play again."

Damian looked at Drake with a raised brow.

"I was referencing a childrens book about a mouse and a cookie."

"Leave such things for Todd." Damian said simply, looking at the computer again.

[eyes-of-nine]

early hualian dynamic my beloved(there's so much wrong with both of them but it's too early to get into it)

[abbeyofcyn]

Krang infection 38

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[saint0psy]

Some dancing sonadows 🫶🏻🫶🏻 both referenced

[marigoldendragon]

By popular demand (1 person) I edited in some peen for a nsfw version of my naga-Jamil piece

Can't upload it to tumblr, so link below

[redundantz]

lets end this

[whimperaudioconnoisseur]

pov

[1caru]

Ayo congrats on the 1k!!

I am a simple lad requesting Elliot and Leo (angst or fluff, your choice) :3

a heart made of eggshells

[shopwitchvamp]

Witch Vamp 2024 new collection names~

Spring 2024: The Fairy Summer 2024: The Fool Fall 2024: The Fall Winter 2024/25: The Fable

[communist-ojou-sama]

Otherside Picnic (manga) vol. 12, bonus chapter

Bonus Chapter: Flashback to That Night

“...Hey, Sorawo.”

Nishina Toriko had been quiet for a while, as I was thinking she was making an odd expression as she opened her mouth, her next words were “What should we do about the wrap-up party?” for a moment, Kozakura lost the thread of the conversation.

...Hm?

Kamikoshi Sorawo, like Kozakura, was looking at Toriko quizzically. Seeing those looks, Toriko added, as if making an excuse,

“Look, we went into the Otherside this time too, right? Then we’ve gotta have a wrap party.”

If you didn’t know anything about these two’s usual routine, this addition wouldn’t serve as much of a justification, but with that Kozakura was able to reorient herself within the conversation. Toriko and Sorawo have a habit of going out for food and drinks after coming back from exploration of the Otherworld, and calling it a ‘wrap party’. To Kozakura, who’s so afraid of the Otherside that she can’t help herself, the exploration that serves as a precondition to this celebrating is already so abnormal that she couldn’t imagine wanting to celebrate it, but on the other hand, she could undertstand it a bit. As a sort of ritual of return to daily life from a dangerous environment full of fear, the idea of a wrap party didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Perhaps the reason why she felt that way was because she herself was in need of such a ritual.

As she lifted her gaze, her eyes met with Migawa, who was standing with butler-like good posture. As if reading her thoughts, he nodded once. After finishing the rest of her tea, she set the cup down on the table with a clack.

“All right! Got it! Let’s go eat some meat!”

The two girls on the sofa looked up at her in surprise.

“Eh? But I don’t have that kind of money.”

Hearing Sorawo say something so timid brought an involuntary laugh to Kozakura’s lips. She trapises into the Otherside without a thought, but she’s afraid of an expensive meal.

“This time, I’ll treat you-- You did save me after all.”

We settled on the meat bar in front of the Shakujii Park station for our celebration. Ordinarily, Kozakura was not much of a meat-eater, but right now she felt like her body was craving some animal protein.

It had only been three days since she and Sorawo were abducted off of the street. Just three days! In that short span, entirely too many things have transpired.

Getting kidnapped is a big enough deal on its own, but then they were brought to a ruin in the middle of the mountains of Hannou. The person waiting for them there was a 4th-kind contactee, and had the ability to brainwash anyone with the sound of her voice.

Urumi Runa-- the teenage wannabe streamer.

Just remembering it sent a shiver down her spine. It was a terrifying voice. Far beyond the domain of ASMR, this voice from the Otherside rendered anyone who heard it a literal prisoner.

Urumi Runa brainwashed untold dozens of people with it, and made a cult centering around worshiping her. Kozakura was interrogated by Runa’s voice, and made to spit out everything she knew.

That said…

As she watched Sorawo and Torako across the table choosing from the wine menu, Kozaku was spurred into a bittersweet train of thought.

While she might have told her everything she knew, Runa’s questions were mostly about Uruma Satsuki, or well… the version of “Satsuki-sama” that existed exclusively in her mind. And in being asked, Kozakura realized that her knowledge of Satsuki didn’t really amount to much at all.

Ultimately, just what sort of person was she?

As she succumbed to Runa’s voice, that’s all Kozakura could think of.

She never did find an answer to that question, and she may never have a chance to get an answer, going forward.

“What drink do you want, Kozakura-san?”

Sorawo’s question brought her back to the present.

“What are you two drinking?”

“We’ve never had rosé before, so we were thinking of trying it.”

“Ah, is that so. I’ll just go with that.”

After she answered, Sorawo wrinkled her brow.

“Are you alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“You seemed a little bit out of it.”

Kozakura was internally surprised that this girl had developed the capacity to worry about others.

“I’m fine. Well, I am tired, so I might be a bit out of it.”

“Ah…”

The two of them nodded.

“I’m sure you are tired…”

“Thanks for everything, really.”

“You two, too.”

The information Runa wanted to hear about “Satsuki-sama” was, from Kozakura’s perspective, all inconsequential trivialities. Where she lives, what food she likes, whether or not she ever mentioned Runa, whether there were any pet-peeves of hers that she should avoid… While her ability was terrifying, Kozakura understood straightaway that the girl herself was nothing more than a mentally immature fangirl. This realization depressed her more than anything.

After a litany of mostly unanswerable questions and questions to which Kozakura didn’t know the answer, Runa clearly became a bit irritated at the slow going, but when she learned of the existence of Satsuki’s office at DS Research, and that notebooks written by Satsuki herself were stored there, she got excited, and ordered her underlings to to prepare for a raid.

Runa’s impulsive armed forces, driven on enetirely by her voice…While their organizational principles and doctrine were all childish and immature, If you have no way to deal with her voice, they’re quite formidable.

As she was worrying about the safety of the people at DS research, Runa ordered her followers to detain her and handed her over to them.

It was then that Sorawo saved her.

While her consciousness was still hazy from the effects of the questioning, Runa’s followers seemed to have a falling-out, and before she had any idea what was going on Sorawo had saved her and woken her up. While she was a bit disconcerted by how different Sorawo’s aura was from usual, they attempted to escape from the ruins, but…

The wine and ham arrived.

“Wha!? Sorawo, this isn’t sweet!”

“You’re right. This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“But this also tastes good in its own way.”

“It’s nice and refreshing.”

Sorawo and Toriko are surprised at their first time drinking rosé. When they’re relaxing and chatting like this, you could never take them for a woman who mercilessly destroys others’ minds, or a woman who’d raid a cult’s base of operations, assault rifle in hand. Not unlike Urumi Runa, Kozakura felt unease about the mismatch between these girls’ capacity for destruction and the childishness of their mentalities.

However, it’s also true that that immaturity likely saved her. Had they not been so foolhardy, she may not have made it out of that situation.

Their escape attempt came to a dead end, and Kozakura and Sorawo were once again caught in the basement of the ruin. Kozakura, now Runa’s hostage, passed through the gate and was brought into DS Research. Perhaps because she was rendered unable to resist by the voice, her consciousness became vague, as if in a dream.

And then, when she came to, Satsuki was there.

But what stood there was… that, was not Satsuki.

It was some completely different thing, imitating Satsuki’s form. Kozakura understood the the first instant she saw it. Within the empty husk of the woman she’d once loved, some unknown creature was was wearing it and moving it around.

And Toriko was moving toward that monster. While calling Satsuki’s name.

Stop it, Toriko.

Can’t you see? That’s not Satsuki.

From the depths of terror that kept her body frozen, Kozakura desperately clawed her consciousness back together. Summoning up all her irritation at Toriko for not recognizing this Satsuki as a fake, and her fury at Satsuki for trying to involve herself with such a young and immature girl, desperately, she moved her body.

Get yourself together, Sorawo-chan.

Hurry! Grab her! Toriko’ll get taken away!

She squeezed out that shout, and had no memory of what happened after that. When she came to, she was back at DS research.

There was no sign of Satsuki, and Runa was unconscious with her mouth gruesomely torn open.

Kozakura, with her mental and physical energy entirely spent, fell asleep on the spot without being able to take so much as a step-- in fact, she felt like she fell unconscious.

The main thought in her head as her consciousness faded was surprise that Sorawo and Toriko brought her back with them and didn’t abandon her. It was that extreme of a situation.

They might be hopelessly impulsive brats, who’ve matured in bodily terms alone, but they’re good kids. That was Kozakura’s appraisal of the two of them now.

So, well, there’s no harm in treating them to some overpriced steak, just for today.

As she gazed in a generous frame of mind at the two of them eating their meat, suddenly, a scene that she’d forgotten about flashed back across her mind.

Kozakura and Sorawo, having escaped from the cultists, hiding in a narrow locker.

Sorawo’s hand resting on Kozakura’s head as she trembled.

Her head being petted, as if to pacify her.

Over, and over.

Back then… why the hell did this maniac pet her!?

Kozakura couldn’t take her eyes off of Sorawo, who was cutting meat with her knife.

...No, really, why the hell did she do something like that???????

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Sorawo looked up.

The instant before their eyes met, the smartphone on the table began to shake. On the screen was a message from Migawa.

Sorawo looked curiously at her, and Kozakura looked back.

“...It seems like they finished cleaning.”

Kozakura replied, unnecessarily evasively.

END

[chaos-le-mieux]

Error Chara: Nightmare Alliance

And this one took like 9 months Mind you, it's also the longest one so far, but still ; -; Welp, at least Error Chara go away... not without some psychological torment. There will be an intermission Chapter before moving onto something more... Epic. Have Fun~

Will keep the images separate to prevent screen crunch on Moble. I'll have to re-upload all the old ones the same way one day. Undertale © Toby Fox Nightmare © Jukoblog

[strawbbfluff]

i see you staring.

you’ve been staring at my exposed midriff for a while now, and i can tell from the reddish color dusting your cheeks and the way your hands are fidgeting you want nothing more than to touch. just a gentle trace, even a soft caress. but i’m not going to let you unless you beg me for it.

such a needy ler~ patience is a virtue, y’know? i bet it must be so flustering for you, baby. to only be able to look and not touch. you must be losing your mind.

but don’t worry. you’ll get to touch… eventually. because i know you’ll be good for me. and i’m not cruel; i’ll stick to my word. i will let you touch me, after i’ve gotten to relish in your desperate begging for a while~

and it’s so sweet of you to wait for my permission to touch what you so obviously crave. so sweetly submissive today, huh? hehe, i’ll have to reward you later.

but for now… i’m in charge ❤️

[juxtaposedrose]

heya! immediately smitten by your sneezes lol - they're fire!! 🔥  if you're still down for requests, i'd love to hear you read something you like while sneezing~ trying to talk through them the best you can ^^ thanks in advance, and keep being awesome 🙏

thank you for the praise and the prompt, this was fun <3

holding back while reading poetry, talking through buildups, lots of hitching, and plenty of the obvious. they get a little harsh towards the end; dust allergies always rough up my voice a bit. somehow i'm sure you all won't mind~

the poem is an excerpt from the first Canto of Vladimir Nabokov's Pale Fire, one of my favorite books.