#I don't know what I'm doing

[extrashortshorts]

Hehe, cow

[diminuel]

The adventures of Captain No Brows continue *lol*

Some people have mentioned that Doflamingo might become interested in his mysterious savior. ;3

(Potentially set at some point after this comic.)

Next!

[cattnipt]

Fucked up looking dog you got there

[fangsofwhite]

Gods I haven't drawn these goobers in forever.

[sleepylapa]

charles: do you want to come over to my house and try what my maman made?

max: sure, what your mom made?

charles: me

max: ...

max: finally

[flyingfish-in-a-boat]

"bring back grid girls" except they're not grid girls they're grid boys and instead of boys plural it's just one boy and it's lucky strike Jenson Button

[nothomegal]

Basically, my "Pyramid Head x Reader" in a nutshell hahshsh.

[saydraws]

Tintin just wants to hug ~the soft tiddys~🥺🥺💞

[aspiringtrashpanda]

The resemblance is uncanny.

I've always thought that Dia is the embodiment of :D and today's prompt (pumpkin carving) for Obey Me! Month provided a perfect opportunity.

[kittyfrisk9]

Idea Dp x dc - Amnesia/2

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Note two: This takes place before Danny went into a coma and woke up with amnesia, I'm not sure if it counts as a flashback.

Dead On Main.

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The fall was the least of his worries when silence spread across the area, making every second feel like an eternity. But now wasn't the time to panic, because experience had taught him this only symbolized danger.

He had to find Danny! When he tried to move, he let out a groan of pain, realizing his right arm was dislocated. Eh, what a problem.

"Nightwing, respond, are you okay?!"

His mind, finally lucid, could hear Barbara's concern. He smiled, stood up, and put his good hand on the earpiece; he needed to communicate that he was okay.

"I'm fine, Oracle. It was just a minor mishap. I need to find... Danny!" As he spoke, the panoramic view showed him the man's location, and it was clear he wasn't in good shape.

Not at all.

Nightwing rushed to the boy's side. Oracle, from the other end, was asking what was happening, but Dick didn't have time to respond. Especially when he saw, horrified, how blood was pouring from Danny's head. Oh no!

"Danny, Danny! Can you hear me?" He struggled not to shake the man, knowing that moving him in his condition would be fatal. "Oracle, I need you to call an ambulance. Danny is not okay."

"Understood, I'll send an ambulance." Barbara understood the gravity of the situation.

While waiting, Dick made sure to place the boy in a safe position, though it was somewhat difficult considering his injured arm. The essential thing here was to keep Danny's head, neck, and spine aligned.

In the process, he heard a moan from Danny.

"Danny! Can you hear me?" Dick asked, leaning close. Danny's breathing was dangerously slow. "Don't move, okay? I'm here with you."

Danny's eyes slowly opened, filled with confusion and pain. "It hurts..." Ignoring his order, the boy tried to move, but Nightwing stopped him.

"I know, buddy. But I need you to stay awake and calm, okay? Do you remember what day it is today?"

Danny blinked, trying to focus. "Wednesday... I think." No, today is not Wednesday. His hands were trembling, and his heart was beating in an almost painful way; the boy's disorientation scared him a lot.

He has to stay calm.

"Good, very good," Dick replied, keeping his tone firm but reassuring. "Just stay with me, help is on the way." As he spoke, he constantly looked around, hoping to see the ambulance lights.

He began to lose his composure when the light in Danny's eyes started to fade.

"Danny, please, hold on a little longer, you're going to be okay." He pleaded with a trembling voice, though he knew that statement was more a form of self-convincing to try and keep his sanity.

He can't lose his younger brother's boyfriend! Everyone knows how much good Danny has done for Jason, for the family, for everyone. If they lose him... he doesn't want to think about that.

"How do you know my name?" With the weakest sound Dick had ever heard, Danny asked.

There was silence. Dick didn't know what to answer. However, his evasion seemed to clarify something in Danny's mind; the gears started turning. "Dick?" What a bad time to discover his secret identity.

Once again, Nightwing said nothing, but Danny understood everything.

"Jason too?"

He nodded, and Danny's eyes widened. Despite his deplorable state, the boy began to smile. Dick was sure that if Danny had more strength, he would laugh. "I should have guessed."

Subsequently, Danny began to close his eyes and, before Dick could panic, the boy looked at him and said, "Relax, I won't die." Then, silence filled the area. Nevertheless, for some strange reason that Dick couldn't explain, he felt that Danny's declaration wasn't a lie.

He laughed; indeed, hope is the last thing to be lost. What a bittersweet feeling. Suddenly, the communications began to sound.

"We've captured the Joker," Red Robin reported. "He is currently being held by the police and will be sent to Arkham. B, something seems wrong with him, much more than usual." Tim shared his suspicions.

"Understood, Red Robin. Maintain vigilance and notify me if there are any changes. We'll investigate it in the cave, the others report," Batman ordered.

A bad feeling approached.

"The bombs are deactivated," Spoiler transmitted, joy evident in her voice.

In contrast, Dick didn't feel ready for what was to come next. Before disaster struck, Signal confirmed, "The hostages are safe."

He swallowed hard, aware that the question he feared most was coming. Guilt began to surface, questioning every decision he had made up to that moment. What could he have done differently?

"And Danny?" Asked Red Hood, his younger brother, the younger brother he had once again failed.

He turned to look at Danny: shallow breathing, pale, pulse worryingly slow. Unease lodged in his heart, wondering how he would tell his younger brother that his boyfriend was about to die. No! He shook his head. He has to remember Danny's promise; he's weak, but still alive.

"Oracle has already called an ambulance," he commented. He knows this won't ease Jason's anxiety, but at least it will help alleviate the tension, more or less. He's not sure. Hesitant, he continued adding, "help is on the way-" he was brutally interrupted by Jason's demands.

"How is Danny?!" This is no game. He understands that evading the issue will only make things worse, but he simply doesn't know how to tell his little brother the state of his boyfriend.

The memories of Jason being happy...

The silence seemed to drive the aforementioned crazy. "Nightwing!"

"He's not well!" Dick spat out, pressured to confess. "Danny, he lost consciousness a few moments ago, has a head wound, is bleeding. I'm sorry, Jason, I'm sorry."

Silence. Jason didn't respond. Nightwing bowed his head. Probably, it was only seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, his brother asked, "Where are you?"

"What?"

"Where are you? Where are you both? Where is Danny? I need to go to him, tell me." The urgency in his voice. Dick was sure his brother was clenching his fists, desperate to be by his boyfriend's side. How sweet, Dick wholeheartedly wishes Danny survives.

On his side, Jason lost patience at his older brother's continued silences. Ignoring Bruce's rule and throwing the code names to the wind, Jason exclaimed, "Damn it, Dick, talk!"

At that moment, Oracle responded. "Enough, Hood. I've sent you Nightwing's location, the ambulance will arrive in fifteen minutes. Don't worry, Danny will be fine."

Nightwing was surprised. Wait, fifteen minutes? Why is the ambulance taking so long? He called for help at least thirty minutes ago! Oh no, Dick looked at Danny and, consequently, at the wound on his head, the bleeding wound on his head. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

They're taking too long!

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

[shirofairy]

Baby Malleus // Baby Yuu

[diminuel]

"Do you want to go on a date?"

"Did you seriously let yourself be captured just to ask me out, Dragon?"

"Yes?"

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I'm sleepy and didn't know what to draw. Browsing through my reference folder led to this. >w<

I assume that Dragon would maaaaaaybe be a bit more careful considering he's probably already a wanted criminal by this point. But he is Luffy's dad, so maybe not.

Not that I know what "this point" is. My doodles are random and don't follow any consistent timeline. The only thing I seem to stick to is no hook = pre separation, hook = post separation. *lol*

[hyperfixiation-station]

oh those omegaverse ideas are so good. personally i have the thought of, like, medic reader sort of shyly gives ghost a leash and he picks out a collar for reader to wear in return. they'll walk around on base together with ghost always holding it loosely in his hand, both happy as clams

ASDFGHJK YESSSS

I'm sorry, I have never written leash/collar stuff so I hope I didn't disappoint :)

And, as always, not proof read sk lmk abt any errors

The leash scared him. It signified something permanent, something so much more than just helping you through your monthly heathe does so much more but won't admit to it

At least that what he said when you asked him why he was growling.

He was scared, actually, because he thought the leash was meant for someone else. Dont ask him why, he cant tell you he cant imagine being wanted like that He didn't even notice he was growling until you looked at him funny. To his suprise, instead of hiding it, you come over to him, leash in hand. He can smell the fear on you as you present him with the leash, cheeks flushed and eyes trained on the ground as you hold out the little black rope(?), decorated with skulls and band-aids.

Oh gods, the things he'd do to you if he didn't have to leave in 5 minutes. Which brings him back to why he came to see in the first place. He says his goodbyes, kisses you a little rougher than he should have, and pockets the leash before sprinting out the door to make it to the transport on time.

A week later and Soap is begging him to "just pick one already!" He's been dragging his comrade from store to store for over 3 hours trying to find the perfect collar for you. It won't be as special as the leash, the leash that he'd come to realized you had made him with your own two hands, but he could at least put thought into it.

Two stores and another hour later, he finally finds it. He's still wishes he knew how to make you a collar, but the pretty little thing he's picked out for you is satisfactory enough, or so he hopes. Soap nearly sobs with relief as the head back to the safe house, the collar all wrapped up nice and pretty with a bow on top.

He decides that the agony of shopping with his Lt was worth it when he see you and Ghost the next day. Your smile is blinding, and his Lt looks happier than he's ever seen. Yeah, it was worth wasting half a day in Italy to see that look on his best friends face.

[undergroundpuppy9]

So I didn't know whether to post this because I actually did something more NSFW afterwards but I don't think I can share it here, anyway I wanted to draw Raya like this after seeing a reference picture

[bluedovee]

Bad Sansuary Day 8 Boxed In ft. Dust

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

The werewolf lore by @deadbranch has been living rent free in my head for a time, and this ended killing me further, so... I'm so sorry (I'm not lol)

Disclaimer: Yes, it's Ghost. Yes, it's my OC but because some people get stupid about OCs I haven't described her, so you can imagine whatever. People that knows, knows

Also, sorry for all the lore inaccuracies. This came to me last night at 3am so it's kinda messed up and unedited.

Music and smoke surrounded him as he descended the stairs to the club, ten minutes before the party started, his bulky body moving easily through the crowd because most of them had the good sense to open way for him.

The ‘hunters’ were gathered in front of the ‘coat checkers’, waiting for them to offer the boxes where they would be able to choose a prey’s item. A mix of pheromones and anxiety filled his nostrils, wafting from the people around him. Nervous whelps, experienced predators, all of them waiting for the game to start.

He pushed to the front, to where the box with the item that interested him was. The box where the prey had chosen males to pursue them. One whelp tried to protest when he got to the front of the line, but an icy stare made the idiot cower and decide against crossing the imponent male.

Turning around, he looked at the clock to check that he still had a couple of minutes, and then looked down at the open box, trying to locate the item he was looking for.

She always left the same item. He wanted to believe it was for him.

The first time, he had been at the party by chance. Soap and Gaz talked him into going, telling him that he needed to relax, unwind, on some other shit. He had stopped listening after the first five minutes of their nagging. But somehow, he found himself going along with it, begrudgingly following them to a big house on the outskirts, and staring down at a box just like the one he had in front of him.

He didn’t care about male or female. But when he saw the delicate lace of a red bra, with a small phoenix charm dangling between the cups, his cock stirred in his pants even before he opened the sealed bag and sniffed it.

He found her in record time, leaning against a counter while chatting with other girls, and when he stepped inside that room and she looked in his direction, he was done for. And for her scent, she was too.

The first time they didn’t exchange a single word, they just went hand in hand to one of the rooms upstairs, locked the door and fucked desperately as if the world would end if their bodies came apart even for a second. Forehead against forehead as he rutted into her slow but hard, his massive body caging hers against the mattress and feeling her fingers tangled in his hair, and her eyes on his the whole time.

The second time he waited outside of the venue hours before the predators were allowed to go in, just to see the prey arrive and check if she was there. And she was. Somehow she knew he was there in the shadows, watching, and her pretty face had relaxed on a smile when their eyes met, and he knew he was screwed.

That second time he had pushed his way to the front of the line, much to Soap and Gaz’s amusement, and rummaged inside until he found what he was looking for. The bra with the little phoenix charm. She used the same garment, so he would recognize it.

Or he wanted to believe that.

That time, she was waiting for him in the stairs, next to a closet room, and her smile greeted him as he practically ran upstairs like a stupid eager whelp, until his hands reached her waist and he swept her up. Her giggle made his cock harden in his jeans, her legs wrapping around his waist while the skirt of the pretty black dress she was wearing slid up to her hips.

That time, they kissed throughout the whole act, locked inside the closet room, holding her in his arms so he could make love to her against the wall. Love, not hopeless rutting.

Tongues tangled until they hurt, his big hands scooping her arse, her legs around him and her hands cupping his jaw while they kissed as if they had been kissing for a thousand years.

This time, he already had a hotel booked. For the whole weekend.

When the coat checker gave him the go ahead, he rummaged in the box until he found what he was looking for, stepping aside to open the bag in a hurry.

The red lace with the phoenix charm.

This time, maybe they’d even exchange names and numbers.