#Followers Appreciation Month

[icara-mack]

bunnyblade on the SMP what will he do Once again joined @sixteenth-day-event for a v cool prompt <3 Went with the extreme events: switching dimensions prompt!

[peterbparkeradoptmeplease]

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #61 part 1

Danny didn’t like thinking about his old life. He was born to a family of assassins and as soon as he was out he never looked back. He had to fake his death and he changed his name, as far as anyone knew Damian Al Ghul had died on a mission to America. He was determined to keep this secret to the grave. Of course he knew who his dad was, Bruce Wayne was a prominent figure and he knew if we went there his secret would get out and he never wanted to be forced to be an assassin again. Once was enough. 

Danny knew he had a soft heart, his adoptive parents, the Fentons and Jazz had told him so. Jazz knew he didn’t have the greatest childhood or past but she never pried, she understood his business was his and wouldn’t let her own curiosity get the better of her. The only issue their family had was their parents obsession with ghosts. Damian never believed in ghosts, the entire thing sounded like a hoax. He probably never would have believed in them but then life happened. 

Danny believed, but it was kind of hard not too after everything that happened. When he had turned 14, his parents finished their biggest project yet. A portal to the ghost zone, of course it doesn’t work at first and his parents were very disappointed. Danny felt conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand he wanted his parents to succeed and he wanted them to be happy, on the other the portal was the reason he ate alone with his sister at night. He wanted a normal family life, something he was never allowed back at the league. 

He did something so stupid that night.

After his parents along with his sister were asleep, he crept down to the basement and stood in front of the empty hole in the wall. He looked around the outside of it first but nothing seemed to be out of place. Then he stepped into it and before he got too far into it something happened. He knew there were a lot of cords on the floor and thought he had avoided them all, but as he realized he was quickly being acquainted with the floor, he out of instinct held his hand out to catch himself on the wall. Right onto the ON button.

He didn’t remember much but pain after that.

A lot happened in the year after the portal was turned on but Danny thought he was taking things well. His sister found out about everything sooner than he liked but having someone to help him was something he didn’t realize he really needed until then. The ghost attacks were frequent and Danny was having trouble finding the time for school, friends, and fighting ghosts that the assistance helped a lot. 

Danny sat at as desk in Mr. Lancers class, who was going on about the play Hamlet. Danny was only half paying attention, he was preoccupied thinking about the latest conversation he had with Clockwork. Danny was recently crowned prince after his victory over Pariah Dark. He didn’t want the crown, ancients knew what Grandfather would do if he ever found out, but he had no other option but to accept. The conversation left him rather drained and it felt like every word his teacher spoke bled together. 

He eventually made his way to lunch and before he could make it to his destination a blue mist wafted out of his mouth. Sighing he ran out of the room to find a place to transform. Once he was Phantom he wasted no time finding the ghost. Of course it was Boxie. 

Before he had time to even fight though a portal opened up right besides Danny and he was kicked in by the Box Ghost. The world seemed to swirl around him until he landed harshly onto some pavement. The pavement was a roof and he appeared to be in a city. 

Not just any city he soon realized as he looked over to a bank that had the words ‘Gotham Bank’ brightly plastered on the front.

Shit… Danny wanted to avoid something like this, unfortunately the portal was already gone. 

After taking a moment to think about his predicament he decided the best course of action was to call Jazz.

He took a look around the rooftop he was on and when he didn’t see anyone he transformed back. 

Pulling out his cell from his pocket he pulled up his sister's contact on it and hit the call button. 

His sister took a bit longer than usual to answer but the hesitation in her voice caused him to pause, “H-hello?”

“Jazz, it’s Danny, we’ve got a code green,”  he knew setting up code colors with his sister would come in handy. Red meant he was gravely injured, yellow meant the ghost got away and he was in pursuit, blue meant he caught the ghost, and green meant he fell through a portal or something similar. 

There was silence on the other line for a moment and Danny was almost going to say something else but she spoke, “How do you know my name?”

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[blueberryfruitbat]

oops, I drew them as dragons...

[mollyhale]

hi everyone! im almost 2/3 done with my masters (!) and a main part of this semester is prepping for my capstone in the summer semester with a survey.

if you're between the ages of 18 - 35 i ask that you please take this survey - it should take no more than 5 minutes, it's completely anonymous, and it's about scarcity in fashion. i'd also appreciate any reblogs, signal boosts, or even friends/family offline to participate as i need 100 responses by April 23rd, so any and all responses count and it would make a HUGE difference to have you participate!

i thank you in advance for your consideration at all!!

link to survey: https://bit.ly/masters-survey-scarcity-in-fashion

[pnfc]

i haint watched the dang chibisode and idk if ill actually watch it with sound on sdfjk but i have a hurt feeling about them casually imbuing perry with speech for a one off gag because the idea that he needs to talk to communicate is fake. we had 4 seasons of wacky magic hijinks cartoon where perry never needed verbal speech to communicate. they couldve done this gag at any point in the show but they didn't, and the fact that they didn't felt significant. perry's muteness is such a core part of his character, to me, to the way i conceive of him/write him. i don't wanna overreact to a goofy little side cartoon (even tho i'm doing it anyway) but it's still the characters, and it still upsets me! ok that's it i've said my piece

[marclef]

collection of Very Good pizza tower sprite redraws lol, planning on doing more so here's just the first batch

look at my man GO

[nebuladreamz]

Birthday time :D

I doodled this on the 18th, figured it’d be nice to save for today.

This past year has been the most wildest year of my life. To everyone I’ve come to known, old and new.

You mean the fucking world to me. Here’s for an even better rest of our year, together.

@f0rtunesfuture @amberluvsbugs @garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @kandidandi @just-a-drawing-bean @cacaocheri @bunmuffin @sleepykas @xitsensunmoon @justaduckarts @skizabaa @starsketchez @fernzwing @smoljeanius @ilsole @tuzesdays @magicclownjuice @ohno-the-sun

(If I haven’t tagged you there is a Very(tm) high chance I am either unsure if you’d want to be tagged or too much of a coward to do it anyways but that does not mean you’d mean less <3)

[plulp]

I NEED A DOCTOR!!!

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

Hey guys! I'll be taking a whole month off in December because as you might have guessed (or looked through my tags regularly), I'm currently working on another animatic! Go figure, I keep coming up with one per year!

As such, I kind of want to focus on it so that I have the buffer time to refine it and upload it. But I'll still be working on other things too, of course; I'm not gonna abandon the ISAT TCSS AU (which all of you really love, thank you!) and I have other art pieces I wanna work on (like the Elevator Hitch series)! I'll be working quietly in the background is all.

I'll be back in January, hopefully with more progress on the animatic and a whole lot of backlog to post! And perhaps, a bit of renovation here and there on the blog.

Don't miss me too much, okay? See you next year!

[dreamties]

dreams - amanda young x gn! reader

a/n- no triggers !!! basically just like. fluff and awkward mutual crushes. also written in like an hour with no edits so um !!!! plz enjoy this completely unplanned piece <33333

mentions of adam !!! word count: 823

amanda wakes in a startled mess, her anxiety sweat pooling at the dips in her skin and staining her shirt and sheets. she feels unbearably hot and claustrophobic.

she knows that unless she's running a fever (which she knows this feeling and it's not the traditional sick- it's a sickness in her head), there is no possible way for her to be warm right now. her apartment is old and she gets a discount on rent from how decrepit most amenities are.

so it's mid-october and her heater is busted- but she still feels hot and sick amidst the frigid air.

she heaves herself off the bed, leaving the sheets sticking to her skin behind. she sorts through a pile of semi-clean clothes. amanda would like to get a kickstart on her day- she knows, at this rate, she won't be able to fall asleep again.

she rinses her hair in the kitchen sink. spends a minute scrubbing at the subtly indented scars on her cheek.

she dresses in a hurry, though she has no place to go, no place urgent at least.

amanda walks six blocks to her favorite cafe, huddled in a jacket that no longer zips up.

no respectable shop should be open this early. or this late. from past experiences she knows it will be open though. the only shop aside from 24-hour markets and the occasional gas station open at this hour, in this neighborhood.

an annoying, zingy bell sounds as she enters and sits down at her favorite booth. the person working, y/n, has never bothered her about ordering something. they always let her watch or idly write on napkins or draw on her skin- anything to keep her from going back to her apartment.

y/n is not behind the counter right now. which is unusual. they usually do- well, amanda's not actually sure what they do. she hasn't been stalking them, after all, just observing. she has yet to figure out all the nitty gritty details of their job.

she recognizes, with a delighted and gentle smile, that they're decorating the interior for autumn. paper leaves strung together. doodles on the chalkboard menu. cutouts of pumpkins placed throughout the display boxes.

they hum to themselves as they work. amanda finds it soothing. she always does. because y/n always seems so endearingly lost in their own bubble- amanda feels something that sounds like envy but feels much softer.

she tracks her eyes with their movements, lulling her into a calm.

amanda does not mean to fall asleep. she is exhausted and the cafe is so warm and light compared to her residence. it's too easy when she does.

she doesn't fight back like she thinks she will. she recognizes she's dozing off too late for her mind to react.

it's the season-appropriate interior. the humming. a distinct beep from someone brewing coffee. increased foot traffic through the entryway. the dimmed yellow-y lights. the scent of perfectly spiced chai.

a clink of a ceramic mug on the tabletop stirs her. she doesn't feel ill this time, as she allows her body time to adjust before moving. before getting out of bed. she absently scratches the side of her neck.

"oh, geez," comes a whisper. "i didn't wake you, did i?"

amanda's eyes widen. she sits up more professionally, keeping her hands clasped in her lap.

"no," she replies. "it's fine."

y/n smiles at her. sparks flicker in amanda's heart- their expression feeling so personal and directional. they're not simply smiling; they are smiling at her. she feels close to melting- better than melting.

"good, good. i hope you like your drink, amanda."

they freeze. readjust their apron and looks at her concerned, embarrassed, too.

"it, um- it is amanda, right?"

she nods her head. the scene unfolding feeling so dreamlike. it's intoxicating.

"i- i see you in here all the time. i got your name from my coworker. that sounds-" they fluster. "his name is adam."

amanda lets herself react as y/n reacts. she chuckles. "yeah. he's- it's complicated."

they laugh. "oh, god, i bet! what isn't complicated with him?"

they're leaning against the headrest on the side of the booth opposite to her. it feels like friends reuniting. it's more than reconnection, whatever she is actually experiencing.

it's magical, though.

"oh, um-" they tap at their nametag, letters drawn with their own expertise. "y/n. i'm y/n. wait- shit, you've already known that."

amanda finds their humble fumbling endearing.

(y/n wants to say- "it's not every day i get to chat with my prettiest customer"- they feel too shy to even think of forming the letters in their mouth)

(amanda wants to tell them they have the sweetest voice she's ever heard. she thinks that might be overbearing and acts against her desires)

"we should- when you come back again, you should say hi to me before it gets busy."

[alien-enjoyer]

the calf1sh enjoyers are so enchanting to me. there is like, a total of about 3 quarters of a piece of evidence for it in all of splatoon and all its obscure content. and yet i see the vision. it’s about the solidarity in being someone who went with the known enemy willingly, on their own terms, and got far more than they bargained for. they’re fundamentally changed by their experiences. they would understand each other in a way no one else would.

[lethalfrogposting]

thank you all for enjoying my frogs! o7

[herboreal]

Gonna be making merch again, hopefully soon. I'm working out a decent amount of designs first.

Here are two designs to look forward to! hEDS life: crying zebras (with rainbow (queer) sad zebra option)

[finzphoenix]

Trying something new for Patreon: 20-minute videos of whatever WIP I'm currently working on! ^_^

Gosh, I hate advertising my own Patreon account, I'm so sorry for spaming about it! ;w;

[mjulmjul]

hey new followers,

am I getting recommended at signup or something? how are you finding me? (replies to this post are appreciated!)

btw if you're default avatar gang right now, everyone will instantly block you because they think you're a bot. reblog some posts (it's like retweeting, but you reblog as liberally as you'd 'like' tweets; hold ctrl+click the 'reblog' icon for instant-reblog in one click), change the avatar, add a blog title/bio and you're good. 'but that's work' this is your new home, don't skip the vacuuming and put some curtains up

hi and welcome btw