#I love drawing young croc

[littlewani]

Crocodile holding 2 freezing snow rabbits from the latest one piece gakuen chapter:

Him (semi-canonically) having a soft spot for animals is the cutest thing gosh I love him

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 5

Kurt Wagner + Uniform Kink

Priest Kurt :3 Also talks of religious trauma.I know religious imagery hates to see me comin. Readers a visible mutant, inspired somewhat by Killer croc. Readers 8ft tall.

I know very little about catholic priests, the area I grew up was Lutheran. This also takes place at some point on Krakoa. This ended up being more story driven honestly, but I had fun writing it anyways. Not proofread, because I cant be bothered.

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

You had a strained relationship with religion, even if your entire family had been true to the faith. You may have been too, years ago, before your mutation manifested. Back when you had been nothing but their darling son, their gift from whatever god they worshipped, after so many years of trying. The gift just seemed giving, as your parents had more kids after you, giving you siblings.

You didn’t have many good memories with them. You got to hold the first two that were born, even play with them, but then your mutation started. It started out as patches of dry skin, something that could be treated with thick ointments and long baths. They’d thought it was a skin disease back then, and it had been winter, so it was all blamed on the dry weather.

It was harder to deny when the scales started appearing, and when you woke up to your gums bleeding from your new teeth growing in. your sobbing had awoken your mother, who had screamed bloody murder when she saw you. There weren’t many memories of that night, or the next couple of years at that. The human mind worked in strange ways, and yours decided to supress that part of your childhood.

All you remembered were flashes of coldness, of being locked away in what could only have been the basement. Of the churches priests and whoever else they thought might “cure” you of your “disease”. You remembered your father yelling about what he must have done wrong to gain a demon like you as his child. You remembered the quiet whispers in the kitchen at night, that you only were able to hear because of your enchanted senses.

You remember how your mother whispered to your aunt, that this was her fault. That you were the result of an affair, so this had to be God punishing her for her sins. You heard how more siblings were born, how they were told to stay away from the basement no matter what, and punished hard if they even went near it. There wasn’t much entertainment down there, your so-called parents only leaving you with religious texts and whatever else they thought might “save” you.

There was no want inside you to get out, even after what must have been years. Your mutation meant you barely needed to eat, to drink, or sleep. Most of your time was simply spent, listening to your family. Because of that, you learned the same things your siblings did because they needed help with homework, or you got to keep up with the news on the radio. You had accepted it.

It was only when one of your youngest siblings discovered you that it all crumbled. She was young, as small as you had been the day your dry skin started appearing. You knew her name, having heard your mother sing her praises because she had always wanted a daughter. And she wasn’t afraid of you. She spoke to you, sitting with her knees tucked under her chin, telling you about mass, about how God would love you anyways, even if you looked different, because he loved everyone.

But the good never lasts, and she was discovered by your not so shared father, and she was punished. Her screaming awoke something deep and feral inside you, a hatred you had never tapped into. Something that had you tearing your chains like they were made of sugar, your claws drawing deep gouges in the walls as you wrenched your way upstairs. The door split like paper under your giant clawed, scaley hand, the hand of a monster, a demon.

The noise you let out was like that of the demons of hell, something deep, snarling and terrifying. Your mother and fathers’ eyes widened in terror, your brothers, the two you got to hold, were terrified. The siblings that never knew you existed wet themselves or started crying in terror. And your sister. Your sweet. kind sister, was a curled-up bleeding ball on the floor, and yet she still smiled at you.

None of the family dared move as you picked her up, she was so small she fit in one of your giant clawed hands. You had never realized how big you were, but as you stared down at your parents with such hatred, it truly sank in. your father who had always seemed so big, as if he were God himself, trembled like a leaf because of you.

They didn’t stop you as you left, tearing the front door of its hinges with nothing but a small nudge, leaving it split in two in the front yard. It was night, and it was one of those white picket fence neighbourhoods, where you preached Gods love, but ignored how the neighbour beat their children bloody.

Having your sister die in your arms was what broke you, for a long time. You weren’t older than 20 at the time, you at least thought that was your age. And yet, you stood taller than any human man, broader and strong enough to tear buildings apart. And still you couldn’t save her. you wanted to rampage, to kill and destroy everyone and everything. But you knew your sister loved this place, even after they mistreated her so. So in the end you buried her somewhere nice, and left.

The brotherhood of mutants wasn’t a choice you thought much about taking. You were no hero, and by the time you learned about the x-men, there was already way too much blood on your hands and in your teeth. That was where you met Kurt, on the battlefield. At that point he was just an enemy, someone you could turn that deep burning rage against. Feed that blood thirsty demon in your chest, to make it quiet for a little while once more.

It took you years to learn more than that they were enemies, the x-men. Your pain must have been written on your face from the very start, even The Wolverine seemed to have a semblance of worry for you. But you didn’t care, you just needed to hurt somebody, and it was easy to run in the direction you were given and lose yourself to your demons.

There were times you would pray, times when you were alone and hurting more than normal. But it never felt like God answered. And why would he. You were a monster put on this earth to punish your mother for her sins, her very sins woven deep into your very being and fuelling you.

At some point you left the brotherhood. Even that wasn’t enough anymore to quiet your demons and pain. It had been years at that point, and Nightcrawler was still just an enemy who’d grown from a small annoying pipsqueak to a slightly bigger but even more annoying pipsqueak. That very furry blue elf had a knack for finding you, wherever you went.

Most of the time you assumed he wanted to fight, but Nightcrawler, Kurt, would just sit by you in his own contemplating silence. At times he talked, other times he was silent. Sometimes he sat close beside you, sometimes meters away. Him talking about his faith made your heart race, but knowing he too experienced pain because of his appearance helped, somewhat.

Time still passed, you still weren’t a good person. The x-men and mutant-kind settled down on Krakoa. You did not, at least not for a long time. You had settled down far away from everything, somewhere with a nice deep lake where you could sink to the bottom, and imagine you were in purgatory because you never thought you would go to heaven.

Of all people to drag you to Krakoa, you had never imagined it would be The Wolverine, Logan. He gave some big spiel about hating yourself ruining it all for you, trust him, he knew. At that point in your life, you didn’t care much, nothing mattered and everything was just a blur, the demon in your chest dormant and worthless.

Krakoa was nice, people even treated you kindly even after your time with the brotherhood. Your suffering must have been so obvious for them to just accept you with such open arms, thinking about it made you cringe. Kurt was still nice. He was older, had the starts of a moustache, and the garb of a priest.

Seeing the outfit made your pupils sharpen and your heart lurch, some deeply ingrained animal reaction. Hearing about the faith he ran, smoothed down some of your sharp scales, something that yes, had its roots in Catholicism, but was so much more accepting and kinder. The thought of being part of it made your mouth sour, but there was also no pressure from anywhere to join.

You and Kurt grew closer, over time. It was a slow and careful path, all your relationships on this island were. But Kurt was special, in the way he smiled, the way he smelled, the way you became so comfortable in his presence that he could sit on your shoulders. And the way you both grew so close, that it didn’t even fell like sin when he kissed you.

Kissing Kurt must have been what Adam and Eve felt when biting the apple, tempted by the snake to break the one rule they were given to follow. And yet, like Adam and Eve, you broke that rule anyways. Kurts’s fur wasn’t long, but it was soft to the touch, some areas longer than others and carrying a natural curl. The scent of sulphur and the incense he would use in his thurible, became what put the demon inside you to rest, for good.

And maybe Kurt was pavloving you a little. It wasn’t on purpose, you think. He would simply regularly wear his priest outfit, his alb, his chasuble, his stole and amice. And he would kiss you and taste like ambrosia, like something worth sinning for. Kurt would smell and taste so divine, and would touch you so lovingly. At times you were scared to touch, fearing you would hurt him too, but even then, Kurt taught you to trust yourself.

So, who could you truly blame for getting heated, whenever you got to watch Kurt dress himself. You didn’t have a tail like he did, but you did bury yourself in your giant shared bed and rumble deep in your chest like the reptile you shared features with. It seemed so sinful and sensual, even if it truly wasn’t his intention. To see how carefully Kurt draped fabric over his body, or how his tail would flick and make the light fabrics flutter. It made a whole never demon inside you yearn.

You didn’t want to dirty his outfit, shaming yourself for even thinking it. How sinful, how evil, how demonic. But it was yet another thing you sucked at hiding, to the point where the other x-men, your friends now, started making jokes that you churred whenever Kurt would flutter by in it.

You denied it, of course, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. And that didn’t mean Kurt hadn’t planned out how to give you what you both wanted. Which was how you found yourself laying back against your many pillows, Kurt in nothing but his alb and prayer beads in your lap, his three fingered hands against your chest.

It still felt so terrifying to indulge in those wants, even as you dug your claws into the bed as Kurt so slowly rode you, his hips moving at a pace that had your toes curling. Anything he did would have most likely had that reaction, but his soft accented voice cooing loving words at you, only served to leave you feeling more melted on the insides.

It was embarrassing how fast you finished. But who could blame you. You never had much experience, hell, you could count on two hands how many times you had ever touched yourself. It was no surprise you would cum so quickly, Kurts’s tail thrashing from side to side as he was filled more than he imagined possible.

His kisses were still just as sweet, as he worked himself over the edge too, dirtying his alb and your scaley stomach. This moment, Kurts’s act of dirtying his uniform himself, seemed to have been the only sign you needed, after that it was free game. He was the apple and the snake at the same time, packaged in blue fur and yellow eyes, his tail curling in coy ways only you knew how to read.

Kurt could never hate it, instead almost preening with pride as you finally let yourself indulge. Fucking him on the altar was a fantasy he had carried for a while, and when you finally did it the blue furred mutant almost passed out from how hard he finished, having to dig his fangs into his stole to keep from wailing at the intensity.

You would never step foot back into religion again, never to the extent where you could call yourself someone of faith, and Kurt would never force you. But you did end up going to Kurts services, on rare occasions, but that was more because you were excited for what would happen afterwards, after everyone else left. There was a demon in your chest, born from your family’s sins, fed by your own and nurtured to destroy. But Kurt tamed it, brushed its fur and held it close. There was a demon, and it was his.

[invincibledc]

Now that I have ur permission to request, I was wondering if it could be a batfam/invincible x magical boy reader (magical boys are just magical girls but dudes) it can be headcanons or a small drabble, doesn't matter!

(Anyway I'll be waiting in the basement 🕶����)

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦/𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

A/N: doing both because I love them both!

BATFAMILY—

If reader/you were to say the spells out loud, the family would try to see if you can try to do them some other way for your safety. If it’s not possible, than maybe how about you say the spells softly low

Your own batfamily suit is so cool! It has back up weapon that holds your magic incase your magical weapon snaps and have it regenerate, so it’s a win win that Bruce is considerate 

Bruce, the man himself sees you as a son. So of course expect a little bit of bossiness and control about where you go, what you eat, and how your performance is with missons

Although, Bruce is amazed by your abilities, especially your spells. He’ll test how much you know about your spells and analyze what each can do be helpful during serious things.

Lastly, he’s a good guy that makes sure you also have a good “normal” life outside of your magical business.

Jason is the type of guy to ask for you do a magic trick, and it literally the most classic “magic” trick in the world as you make an apple disappear or maybe pull a bunny out of no where.

Course zatanna and you are best friends! You both are different kind of magic users but are still powerful. Zatanna is mostly shocked that you are.. a magical boy.. cause like she never heard of that before so of course she is interested in you (platonic ofc)

And Raven? She’s chill about it! You could be doing something by her as you hum whilst she meditates to keep her powers in control

If you were the kind of magical boy to be like “i honestly wants this shit to be done” with a quick transformation of your outfit and immediately one shooting an enemy.. any one around the radius would be shocked to see that

Dick is literally the same as Jason, “do a magic trick!” He exclaims as he sits on the couch and watches you sighed in an annoyance as you pulled a quarter from his ear out of pity

He fakes shock before clapping his hands as he just kept that stupid grin on his face. But other than that, he at least supports of you if you do wanna be a at a kid’s party to show off your own tricks.

Dick always shows you designs of his own about your magical boy outfit, honestly is your number one supporter

Tim side eyes you everytime you transform cause it’s so dramatic, like bro is holding his staff as he just stares at the glowing light blinding his eyes. But either wise, he would just use that blinding light to “STRIKEE!!” a hoe when the foe is stricken by your glowing body

Tim using you as a glow stick, or maybe your wand as you run up and smack his head as he uses it during a power outage

You and tim are an odd duo that don’t be around each other as much, but always make things work with duo combos

Damian pitys you due to how he sees your whole being as pathetic, that was til you hit killer croc with the hardest beaming blast of his life

Soon he magically clings to you like a black cat that doesn’t like anyone but you, he literally tugs on your clothing to show you some drawings of you in a sparkling aura having your magical weapon

Shows Jon you, and Jon starts to fanboy over you whilst you have two young child just gushing over how cool you are to them now.

It’s a shocker really

INVINCIBLE—

Honestly, you’re in teen team, there’s so many coool people with such cool powers! And then there’s you in your “magical” outfit as Rex makes fun of you. Saying how “girlish” you seem whilst Eve and mark try to comfort you.

Rex was soon turned into a frog, smirking as he croaks in distress.

Rex never doubted you again, but after the whole shot in the head gig happened, he was one of the dudes that just got along with you. “Oh that guy? Yeah he can make you shit sparkles, watch out.”

If you had a magical weapon that helps along with your magical boy persona, you can bet mark is swooping in as you yelled in anger about your broken weapon that will have to regenerate in 24 hours now

Mark and the others, mostly mark, scolds you for relying on some “stupid” staff

Eve being your best girl friend as you both hang out, mark is a great guy. He would always make sure you’re okay, and always see what kinda other spells you can do.

If your magical boy transformation changed your whole appearance like hair, eyes, or just like height, the team will be shocked when you’re out of your appearance and look so… normal.

You’re more of a support than on the team, sure you can fight and handle battles with those deadly or passive attack spells, but you’re on the sideline of things

Debbie wasn’t sure about some magic boy in her house, but seeing how Oliver likes you and mark loves you around. She invites you at any chance for dinner

Meanwhile Cecil has plans for if you turn against him, of course if you went rouge and not just “hey, I quit.” Type of against him ofc

Either way. You and Oliver are such gremlins

“Can you turn mark into a frog?” Is what Oliver asked you the first moment you told him how you turned rex into one.

Chasing mark with Oliver was fun!

Eve finds it so funny when you turn any guy trying to harass her into a horse , just to actually call them a horse face.

Imagine mark watching your transformation and just clapping supportively as you flex off your new “hero” costume

The variants, they stare at you weird. You don’t exist in any of their worlds. You’re an anomaly, something that shouldn’t be alive, something that shouldn’t even breathe when you blast one variant from you with a beam that actually hurts him. And he’s supposed to be… invincible.

THANKS FOR READING!!

[vongulli]

I have a little suggestion/idea if you don’t mind! Can you draw young fem crocbug?

BTW YOUR ART IS TO AMAZING AND COOL, I ALSO LOVE HOW U DRAW FEM! CROCBUG, it’s so cute❤️❤️❤️

AHH THANK YOU!! They’re so cute to me, I can’t stop drawing them also AH ! Here they are!! If Croc was an apprentice with buggy I feel like they wouldn’t have separated 😭…

[jeanswifeycom]

𑁥౿ INTRODUCING MY ACTOR/RWE DR ! ¡

౨ৎ [ ABOUT ME ! ] ౨ৎ

・Name : Dawsin Tucker Wilder

・Birthdate : May 8th, 2008

・Age : 16

・Ethnicity : African American

・Race : Black

・Nationality : America

・Birthplace : Litchfield Park, Arizona

・Languages : English

・Face Claim : Malia Baker

౨ৎ [ PERSONALITY ! ] ౨ৎ

・ Likes : acting , singing , seafood , dancing , the summertime , drawing , reading , sour skittles , cooking , baking , late night drives , deep conversations , playing volleyball , starburst minis , dogs , sleeping , chocolate , taking pictures , beaches , warm baths , sweet tea , pasta.

・ Known for : being in alot of films , eating cucumbers all the time , having an oscar , always eating canes , drinking sweet tea 24/7 , always playing roblox , making dumb tiktoks , always trolling , being Megan Thee Stallion’s biggest fan , listening to music 24/7 , being a takis fanatic.

౨ৎ [ BACKSTORY ! ] ౨ৎ

・ Backstory : I was born in Litchfield Park, AZ to my parents Celeste Wilder & Davon Wilder on May 8th, 2008. I have an older brother, Cam Wilder. From a young age i always wanted to act. I would always audition for plays in school and went to a performing arts school for elementary and middle. When i turned 6 i auditioned for, Lucy Withers in Captain America: The Winter Soldier and got the role. I gained recognition from that movie and starred in many more films, my biggest role being, Elara Sinclair in Stranger Things. My brother is a coach for a 17u basketball team called, RWE (Rod Wave Elite). He is also a Youtuber & TikToker.

౨ৎ [ WARDROBE ! ] ౨ৎ

・ Description : I love to wear wide leg jeans , joggers, leggings , sweats , jorts , shorts , hoodies , crop tops , t-shirts , and zip-ups. I have more of a chill style, mostly wearing sweats and hoodies. I prefer wearing slides, crocs, and house shoes, but i wear jordans and platform shoes when called for.

౨ৎ [ RELATIONSHIPS ! ] ౨ৎ

౨ৎ ! [ MY S/O ] ! ౨ৎ

・Name : Nelson Neumann

・Birthdate : December 18th, 2008

・Age : 16

・Race : White

・Ethnicity : American

・Nationality : America

・Birthplace : Houston, TX

・Languages : English

・Face Claim : Nelson Neumann

・ main friends : Kylie Cantrall , Ruby Rose Turner , Walker Scobell , Jordan Leftwich , Ariana Greenblatt , Gio Heights , Momona Tamada , Leah Jeffries , and Priah Ferguson.

・ relationships : I am friends with alot of teen actors and alot of my brother’s teammates. I have a great relationship with Nelsons family, my strongest relationship being with his mother, Cassie Nuemann.

[diminuel]

I know that the baby dragon (roger garp coparents) comics are so silly and fun and i ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM but i was trying to remember all the characters in the crowd in the live action (im only in dressrosa in the anime) and then i thought too much about about your comics and now im SAD!!!

Garp and Roger at the very least being friends and co parents and Garp essentially KILLING HIM in front of DRAGON. Like roger may or may not be his bio dad but thats his PIRATE dad (a la shanks) and that being the dissolution of their family unit. Also fem!croc (possibly) being in the crowd???? Maybe they meet again there. Do you think roger looked at their "son" when he died? Do you think garp couldn't look at him?? And then for garp to stand there on an execution platform with ace???? His friends kid?? His grandson???? But this time instead of standing silently like dragon did, luffy refused to save himself.

And rayleigh, RAYLEIGH couldnt be there in his best friends final moments, couldnt be there for dragon, his nephew/godson/whatever. But finally he was able to help luffy after marineford. Finally he could help his family after so many years, even if luffy didnt know.

Anyways, love your comics and art, its all very fun and cute, even if the implications get me.

Also i guess this wasnt really a question, but i wanted you to know what you inspired in my brain and kinda get your thoughts!

I’m always happy to know that my silly comics get you to think! I do enjoy drawing fun stuff but as you said, most of them have more serious or angsty implications if you do continue spinning the universe a bit.

Like with the Baby on Board comics (the coparenting one) I imagine that even though Roger and Dagon’s relationship starts out easy and light-hearted, there eventually must be a moment where Dragon no longer feels welcome among the Roger Pirates (most likely when he joins the marines at a young age). I can imagine that Garp and Roger both (not very gently) teaching him that choices have consequences – he chose the path of the marine, which means that pirates like Roger will now be his enemy. And Garp is, his situationship with Roger aside, kind of hard-headed about his sense of justice.

Still, in an AU where he spent a portion of his childhood on Roger’s ship, he’d be upset about watching the execution, whether Garp is up there on the execution platform with Roger as in the live action or not. Maybe Dragon has to endure this without having gotten any closure with a man who had once claimed him as a son. And Rayleigh isn’t there to offer comfort or platitudes. Shanks and Buggy are too caught up in their own emotions to spare any thoughts on the feelings of a guy who occasionally looked after them.

I don’t know if it’s a spoiler to you, but we do know that Crocodile was for sure at the execution in the manga/ anime. So at least Dragon wouldn’t be entirely alone. I don’t know exactly which of my AUs the Baby on Board comics apply to (most of them?) but in some of the AUs this would certainly be a moment where Dragon and Crocodile meet/ see each other again/ enjoy a night together, toasting to the old era and welcoming a new one in their own way ;3

So if Dragon wants to drink his complicated feelings away, there’s someone there to do it with, even though I doubt he’d tell Crocodile that he knew the man who died today as more than just the King of Pirates.

And yes, of course I also like the idea of just how the Baby on Board concept would weave the threads of these people even closer together.

[rezcowgirl]

I missed World Goth Day because I was busy being emotionally hungover at work!!!!!

I hate summer. But I'm getting better at making the most of it.

Happy belated World Goth Day to everyone except those who think you can be fascist and goth.

Post Victoria Day means: POOL. I thrifted this swimsuit for $6.

We are grabbing our My Little Pony beach bags. ✔ We are putting on a bunch of sunscreen. ✔ We are letting our hair do what it wants. ✔ We are wearing hideous platform Crocs. ✔ And most importantly, we are not worrying about what other people think at the pool. ✔

CW: SI

I've always loved swimming. It’s honestly the only exercise I like outside of dancing and walking. Well, I also liked those in-the-trees obstacle courses, but I can’t make a habit of it for $60 a pop.

I went something like 15 years without swimming. I’ve had many water-based days that I’ve been dragged to when I couldn’t weasel my way out of them. There was always something to get me out of actually swimming, though: I have cramps, I forgot to shave, I’m afraid of water, I forgot my swimsuit. I’d stare longingly at the people splashing around in the ocean and pools, knowing it could never be me again. 

I put this forever-never timeline on myself because I’m covered in self-injury scars. And I’m so glad it ended up not actually being ‘never again’. But it did take me a really long time to just make peace with existing in this body that I ‘wrecked’ (I didn’t wreck it. I know this now.).

The scars are not going anywhere. They are, unfortunately, a part of me, and they’re as faded as they’ll ever be. I don’t like them, but I’ve learned to not outright hate them. At 35, I’m still working on not being embarrassed. Maybe embarrassed is not the word. Ashamed? Yeah, probably that. 

When I was 18, I did this youth volunteer program that had me living with 9 other young adults for 9 months. One day, I actually wore a t-shirt, thinking I could get away with it. It was the dead of summer, and I was miserable. I was about 6 months into the volunteer program, and one of my housemates said “whoah! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a t-shirt” and I immediately collapsed in on myself. Laughed like “haha yeah, I don’t like them” and spent the rest of the night with my arms tightly pulled to my sides until I could go to bed. I didn’t change because I thought it would draw more attention to myself. I never wore a t-shirt there again. In all of the group photos spanning those months, I’m buttoned up, always with my arms and upper legs covered, layered shirts. I never, ever changed in front of my roommates. Like, we were actual roommates - we shared a room, and I remember them just pulling off their shirts to change before bed and I was so jealous. No one will ever see my stomach. No, no, no.

(I was also the only chubby, nonwhite and queer person in that group. Yay.)

The thing is, in my teens and 20s, when I saw someone with SI scars just owning it, wearing it, being fully present and unashamed of their body, I found it so affirming, empowering, beautiful, but I thought that would never be me.

Well, then J. died. And I thought of that one day on the boat we rented, where she kept jumping into the water. She was fat, hairy, and once, she accidentally flashed her whole vulva while hanging off the side of the boat and was like “you’re welcome”. I want to be perfectly clear - fat and hairy is a descriptor. A descriptor stuck in this societal mess that we’ve come to ascribe negativity to when it comes to ideas of femininity. She did not give a single shit about what anyone thought of her body. She went to Wreck beach (a nude beach) frequently, made friends everywhere she went, and did whatever the fuck she wanted. She was honestly, full-heartedly, one of the most beautiful, radiant, batshit crazy people I’ve ever known. I know everyone says that about their dead friends. I know. But I mean it. In grief, I’d think of all the things I would never get to do with her (still do). I’d think of all the things I would have never done without her (She always pushed me, for better or worse. Thankfully, mostly for the better. Mostly.).

Then I think about all the things I CAN do because of her.

One day 5 years ago, I just texted my best friend “come swimming with me?”, and she responded almost immediately “Watermania!!!???”. And we went. And it was a non-issue. No one stared. No one questioned. I’m pretty sure no one even noticed.

I still hate summer. I still wear long sleeves at work unless I know I have no meetings and will be mostly alone in my cubicle. I still get anxious when people look at me, but also: no one is making you look. I hate the discourse that my body is triggering. I hate the discourse that any photos I post where you can see my scars is “normalizing” it and that I should edit them out (I used to edit them out. I also naturally pose so you can’t see them from years and years of conditioning.). I hate the discourse that I should cover my scars with tattoos. I understand why people do that and I love that people find it empowering/healing, but I don’t want to at this point in my life.

I work hard on body neutrality. I don’t always like my body. But my body does its job, keeps me alive, wears the clothes I like well enough. I make it work much better than I did 5 years ago, never mind 15 years ago. I’m grateful.

Go to the pool. Hang off the side of a boat and accidentally flash all your friends your junk.

If you're into that kind of thing.

[certainty2witch]

Omg this has been my head since for forever, Imagine this 6 year old luffy having a nigntmare and decide to go the croc and dragon bedroom to ask for comfort but catchs them love making ,And calles daddy what are you doing? Croc and dragon stop and gets super embarrassed how are they gonna explain to luffy. Any hcs?👀👀👀

By the way this is no art request just ask.

Well i could try to draw something NOT nsfw about it haha it could be funny but idk

I need a suggestion from people, I should?

Oh geez this situation unfortunately can happen 😳 ehm well I think Dragon would be the one to explain everything to Luffy. Croc would just cringing too much for even talking.

Dragon would say they are you know trying a new type of power move, but he shouldn’t try that because is too young and Dragon would add that is probably a logia thing (yeah I repeat even in this post, I’m a “dragon is a wind logia” believer) so it wouldn’t be effective with him.

But Luffy probably wants to sleep with them, and they are naked 😅 so i imagine Croc turning into sand for escaping and put his clothes on, while Dragon would stay there wrapped in the blanket keep explaining things.

Then Croc, fully dressed, starts playing with Luffy so their kid wouldn’t notice Dragon dressing up too.

Poor Croc and Dragon that night they would sleep awkwardly after that… next time lock the door first 😙

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

“please stop staring at my lips like that it makes me feel weird”

oh shit. was your staring that obvious? you apologize for your rude staring and draw your attention to your pink sparkly crocs. after allowing jungkook to hold your hand, he walks with you to your first class and asks a rather strange question.

“did you hang out with MJ or maybe if she came to you while I was suspended?” you furrow your brows in confusion, why would mj want to hang out with you? you’ve never been close with her like ‘that’ which takes you back to the time she told you of hers and jungkook’s rendezvous in her car. you’ve yet to ask jungkook about it and he hasn’t brought it up since mj told you about it.

“Come on.. did she ask you anything at all? Or did you give you anything at all?”

“the only thing she gave me was that blood crystal. other than that, we haven’t said much to each other. why? you guys ‘talking’ or something?” there’s an obvious jealousy that can be heard in your voice despite your attempts to hide it. now you feel kind of embarrassed for confessing your feelings because there’s a possibility jungkook might still be into mj. you guys aren’t dating even though that’s what it appears to be.

your mind is racing with all kinds of thoughts of mj and jungkook being together and it genuinely makes you sick. jungkook knows about your feelings now so maybe he’s moved on and he doesn’t feel the same anymore. but it all changes when jungkook tells you that mj means nothing to him. he loves you and only you. the look he gives you when he places your hand to his face is like the same look eugene gave rapunzel in tangled.

you simply melt into putty when he gives you that look; begging you to avoid mj and what more can you say than “okay. i promise i’ll avoid her”

it leaves you with a lot of questions but they will have to wait because you have to go to class now. for some reason, being apart from him hurts. it’s like something is drawing you closer and closer to him and the further away he is, the more it hurts.

~🫧

“also before you go like-” he take a breath. “can you just- after you’re done with school go to the grocery store and get me my favorite ice cream, will you?”

He gives you those puppy dog eyes that you cannot refuse. he knows your weak points really well and if he wants that kiss, he will need you to go to the grocery store.

“I mean not exactly after school maybe you could go in the evening or maybe even at night..” he offers, but before you respond, he just says goodbye to you and he leaves for his class.

As soon as he is out of your sight, jungkook smirks.

He will be getting his kiss tonight. 

As soon as he enters his English class, he sees MJ there, she waves at him and he waves back, but the smile doesn’t really reach his eyes because she’s one lying bitch.

Jungkook notices young jae with a plaster on his nose. And he feels kind of guilty, but at the same time he deserved it for talking about you that way.

as soon as he walks past him, he feels young jae shivering, and he can smell his fear.

Wow… maybe he really was too harsh..

Jungkook quietly goes and sit down at the back of the classroom. He embarrassed himself in front of the school. “Ugh…. Can The night come soon enough…?” JK Whispers to himself before taking out his textbook.

•••

It’s lunchtime now and Jungkook is looking for you everywhere and to his good luck you’re also looking for him. “YN IM HERE!” He calls out waving his hand and that’s when you spot him.

“come on let’s have lunch together and remember to buy me ice cream from the grocery store and just give it to me tomorrow.”

Jungkook gives you his bright bunny smile. And the both of you talk before approaching your table, someone interrupts you both.

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: September 2023

Oh yeah the air is getting crisp and the coats are getting heavier. I'm ready for fall and here's how I spent the month of September!

……….FILM……….

Hook (1991) There's so much to love about this (the sets! every single pirate! And I truly do love the story here) but taking away nostalgia, it really feels like a B movie. And I kinda forgot just how awful adult Peter is. I mean that's the point, but even the stuff with Rufio feels mean-spirited. But Pirate baseball and the croc clock more than make up for any of that.

A Night At The Roxbury (1998) Having never seen it, this was pretty fun. Maybe not as strong as some of the other SNL-inspired movies, but it ended so strong that it more than makes up for anything else.

Strays (2023) Slim movie pickings at the beginning of the month but this turned out to be way better than expected! I was worried all the decent jokes were in the trailer but it was consistent throughout. And a 1.5 hour runtime? The dream.

……….TELEVISION……….

Love is Blind (Episode 4.13 to 4.16) The beauty of missing the first 12 episodes of a season of reality tv is that they replay important clips so frequently that it's like I watched it. Still baffling that anyone signs up for these shows after seeing what happens to folks that go on. Is it hubris? Do they think they'll be different? Truly bizarre.

……….YOUTUBE……….

How Our Property Tax System Robs The Poor to Pay For The Wealthy by Strong Towns and The Suburbs Are Bleeding America Dry | Climate Town (feat. Not Just Bikes) by Climate Town Hey can you tell I'm into city planning and how to move away from crummy design? Can't stress enough that suburbs are a blight on society and it's making cities broke, contributing towards climate change, and ruining good spaces. Push your local councils to move away from minimum parking limits and towards multi-use buildings and public transit. VIDEO (Strong Towns) VIDEO (Climate Town)

when green screen actually makes the movie better by CinemaStix When folks complain about green screen (me included), I think what we're really complaining about is seeing a tool used poorly for the wrong job. Sin City (or another fave of mine, Speed Racer)wouldn't have worked if not for green screen. VIDEO

Why Policing in America has ALWAYS been Broken. by F.D Signifier A thoughtful and thorough crash course on policing in America. VIDEO

……….READING……….

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism by Amanda Montell (Complete) The beginning is promising but the book is so casual and leans so much on the author's own experiences that I can honestly only recommend it as a loose introduction to cults. I really wanted a deep dive into language, psychology, and sociology but this isn't that. Hey if you know a good book about weaponizing language, let me know.

The Road to Oz and The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum, Eric Shanower, and Skottie Young (Complete) Finished rereading the omnibus collection of Oz comics and it really is a joy. Young's drawings and Shanower's writing does a lovely job at capturing the whimsy and warmth of Baum's books. Really really great adaptations.

……….AUDIO……….

Guts by Olivia Rodrigo (2023) Listening to this reminds me of what it was like when small problems felt like the biggest problems in the world and there's a sweet comfort in that. Realizing that those troubles passed means that maybe these current ones will too.

Punk Tactics by Joey Valence & Brae (2023) This hasn't hooked me the way that the Underground Sound ep did but I'm still going to give it a bunch more listens before I decide if the Beastie Boys schtick has worn off.

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Mof1 Crew is dealing with the aftermath of causing some light domestic terrorism. So the usual.

Neverland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) Drama with the rival elves is ramping up and who knows what will happen next! You can read about it here.

And that’s it. See you in October!

[shewhopats]

Thoughts on Overwatch character designs (Tracer edition)

The energetic and optimistic young lady that the franchise always seemed to be trying to frame as the main character.

Overwatch 1: Orange and blue (complimentary colors) are used to draw your eye to her important aspects. Her orange goggles make you focus on her eyes. The tights emphasize her sleek design. Also invokes the speed and fragility she is known for in the game. But most importantly, it makes you immediately notice her chrono-accelerator (I think that's what it's called). Even if you've never heard of the game, you know that the glowing device is something important. And I love her hair (it always looks ruffled up by the wind as she zips around) and her flicked up collar. The boring browns are kept in the background, so we can focus on what's important. The only things I don't like are the weird fins on her forearms (makes an otherwise sleek design look more clunky) and those plastic-looking crocs (I imagine they are suppose to invoke moon boots, but it does not match well).

Overwatch 2: Most of my original points still stand, and they fixed the awkward forearms and ugly shoes. But I don't like the extra bits of orange added to her fingertips, shoulders, etc. And i dont like the fonts and stripes added to her tights. It makes her design a bit too busy. When I look at her, my eyes are drawn all over the place. They also took away the scuffing you can see on her OG skin, which I thought added character. But worst of all, the made her chrono-accelerator, arguably the #1 aspect of her design and lore, smaller and less noticeable, and put a jacket over some of it. It's also surrounded by some weird white bits, and the blue is more faded and neutral as opposed to sharp and eye-catching.

Overall, I rate her OW1 skin as 9/10. Couple small things I didn't like, but it does an excellent job of hinting at her character and lore.

OW2 skin is just a 7/10. They fixed some things I didn't like, bit also added a bunch of unnecessary details that I feel takes away more then it gives.

[humans-are-tasty]

young crocodile 

[searidings]

this is what happens when @ekingston and i get our hands on the prompt “that's my wife!” and agree that she'll draw my idea for it and i'll write hers (aka hearing kara call it out as she watches lena being wheeled down a hospital corridor)

“Excuse me, you can't go through there!”

Kara growls. The woman blocking her path is short and gently rounded, the kind lines of her face drooping in disapproval above her nurse's scrubs. “No visitor access beyond this point, dear. Immediate family only.”

“Immediate— you're joking, right?” Kara cranes her head, peering through the closing doors to catch a last glimpse of Lena's gurney as it rounds the corner at the end of the hall. “That's my wife!”

The nurse gapes at her. “Your—?”

Kara growls again, louder. It's a good thing she'd blown out her powers twenty minutes ago, or she would not be held responsible for the Kryptonian-shaped hole in NC Memorial Hospital's expensive surgery doors. “Yes, my wi—”

Her snarl is cut off by a hand clamping down firmly over her mouth from behind. Kara's first instinct is to bite it. She resists, narrowly, as the familiar scent of shea butter moisturiser registers in her adrenaline-fogged brain.

“You sure about that?” Alex squeaks around a nervous laugh, voice pitched a half-octave too high. She removes her hand from Kara's mouth, wiping her damp palm on her pants with a wrinkled nose. “Get hit on the head during that fight, did you?”

Kara whirls on her sister, eyes blazing. “Am I sure?” she parrots incredulously. Alex cowers a little beneath the force of her stare. “Unless you're trying to tell me I hallucinated my entire wedding—”

“Supergirl isn't married,” Alex stage-whispers loud enough to be heard in Florida, glancing pointedly down at Kara's ash-caked body and oh yeah, she's still wearing her supersuit.

Right, right.

The nurse – Rosemary, her badge reads – finally picks her jaw up off the floor long enough to speak. Her eyes are wide, sparkling with sudden glee. “So Lena Luthor and Su—”

Kara's hackles rise at the suggestion in her tone. “Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers are happily married,” she interrupts sternly. “You might have seen the wedding photos in last month's Vogue.”

The nurse smirks. At her elbow, Alex drops her head into her hands.

“Kara Danvers, hm? Amazing what a pair of glasses do for you, dear.” Rosemary's brow quirks with impish satisfaction and, oh. Whoops. It would appear that in her haste to quash any potential rumours of Lena's infidelity behind the back of her very recent, very publicly human wife, she'd forgotten about the other delicate matter at hand.

Alex sighs so long and so heavy Kara legitimately marvels that she doesn't pass out from the strain. “I knew keeping a spare NDA in my back pocket would pay off,” her sister groans, thrusting an official-looking, if crumpled, contract beneath the nurse's nose.

“Sorry,” Kara murmurs sheepishly as Rosemary signs away page after page of her right to ever disclose Supergirl's identity in any capacity. “I wasn't thinking, I can't— Alex, it's Lena.”  

“I know, I know,” her sister soothes, frustration dissipating as she reaches out to pull Kara into her side, ignoring the soot and grit that smear across her jacket at the contact. “She's gonna be okay.”

“But what if she's not?” Kara asks and the sobs arrive then, the last remnants of the fight or flight response that had propelled her this far dissipating beneath the weight of her terror. “She stepped right in front of that bullet, Alex! Of all the stupid, reckless—”

“If I recall, she was pushing you back after you shoved her out of the way in the first place,” Alex hums thoughtfully. Kara's tear-filled eyes snap to her face, incredulous, and her sister grimaces. “Right, right. Not the time.”

“She has to be okay,” she gasps, clutching hard at her sister's jacket as her knees threaten to give out beneath her. “She has to, I can't— I feel like I can't breathe. Like my heart's been ripped out.”

Alex clicks her tongue in sympathy, wrapping a firm arm round Kara's waist and guiding her to a nearby row of chairs. Rosemary deposits the signed NDA wordlessly on the hard plastic beside them, reaching into her scrubs to produce a pack of tissues.

Alex accepts, extracting one to dab at Kara's snotty, tear-stained face with her free hand. “Welcome to married life, kid,” she chuckles, pressing a kiss to Kara's matted hair. “It can be a real bitch.”

-

It's a long night.  

It's a long night, a night of anxious waiting and barely-restrained nausea and vending machine coffee so bad even Nia won't drink it. Her family, their family, crowd the waiting room, dozing across the rows of seats as the hours drag on and on.

Alex tries her best, at varying intervals, to force her back to the Tower for a stint under the sun lamps. Every time without fail, Kara sets her jaw, then sets her feet in the middle of the surgical wing waiting room and refuses to budge.

This leads to several arguments, and a lot of impassioned shoving.  

“What if she needs me?” Kara laments tearily, pout activated and puppy dog eyes firmly in place. Alex, mid-football tackle with her arms and right shoulder braced against Kara's torso as she attempts to use her entire bodyweight to force her sister toward the exit, only grunts with exertion. Behind them, J’onn dozes in the corner. Brainy and Kelly and Nia continue their conversation without batting an eyelid.

“No, scratch that, she does need me,” Kara corrects, unaffected by her sister's NFL-worthy body slam. “She's been shot. I'm not going anywhere.”

Alex, perhaps finally sensing defeat after her fourth unsuccessful attempt, gives one final shove with all her strength. Kara doesn't so much as wobble, and her sister releases her with a huff. “Fine. But for the love of God, change your clothes before you start shouting about your wife again,” she pants, red-faced and sweating as she collapses into a nearby chair. “That was my last NDA.”

That's a compromise she can make. Kara accepts the bundle of clothes Nia presents her with, stripping out of her dirt-caked suit and re-donning her glasses. Thankfully, the only person around to witness Kara entering the bathroom as a superhero and re-emerging as a Catco reporter is Rosemary.  

The updates on Lena's condition are sporadic at best. By the time the first surgeon emerges to say the bullet has been removed from Lena's chest cavity Kara's accidentally cracked three plastic chairs, advanced all the way to Lollipop Land on Alex's Candy Crush, and worn a groove into the waiting room linoleum with her nervous pacing.

When another doctor emerges three hours later to tell them Lena had developed a tension pneumothorax and needs additional treatment, Kara's made it to Rainbow Reef and chewed her bottom lip bloody.

When, at five in the morning, yet another doctor appears to inform them that Lena is being placed on anti-radiation medication to counter the Kryptonite that had coated the bullet, Kara's finished all nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-five levels of the damn game. The doctor leaves, promising to be back with more news soon, and Kara squeezes her sister's hand so hard poor Nurse Rosemary has to be called to administer an ice pack for the bruising, solar flare be damned.

Dawn breaks to find Kara scratchy-eyed and grumpy, worn ragged with worry. The waiting room begins to fill up around them, new patients and their relatives coming and going, and still there's nothing new on Lena. Every time another scrub-clad surgeon pushes through the doors Kara's heart skips a beat, all of them sitting up straighter in their seats, but every time the doctor passes them by.

Kara's just wolfed down six cold breakfast sandwiches procured by Brainy on his sojourn to the hospital cafeteria and is debating the relative merits of starting Candy Crush over from scratch when another young doctor appears. Her scrub cap has avocados on it. Kara likes her already.

“Family of Ms Luthor?” she calls, looking around, and Kara pushes up hard from her chair to the resounding snap of cracking plastic. Whoops.

“It's Luthor-Danvers,” she gabbles as she bounds over to the surgeon, palms sweating. No matter how many times she hears it, it never loses its thrill. “I'm, I'm her wife.”

The young doctor's features soften. “Of course. I've come to let you know that it looks like Ms Luthor-Danvers is out of the woods. She's sedated and still on an anti-radiation drip, but she's through the worst of it.” She appraises Kara, gaze lingering on her chewed-raw lips and clenching fingers, then leans closer conspiratorially. “It's not general visiting hours yet, but you can see her, if you'd like.”

“Yes!” Kara's shouting almost before the surgeon has finished speaking. “Yes, please, yes.”

She hugs them all, Alex and Brainy and Nia and Kelly and J’onn, and leaves them in the waiting room as she follows the doctor's sunshine-yellow crocs down the hall.

They round corner after corner, an interminable maze. Powerless as she is, she can't hear Lena’s heartbeat, and the absence of the steady beat that has become the soundtrack to her existence sets her even more on edge.  

But at last they turn a corner, and there she is. She's pale and bandaged and her eyes are closed, creamy skin streaked with dirt and bruises, but she's there, she's alive, she's Lena.  

The surgeon holds the door open for her with a smile and Kara's across the room in a heartbeat, smoothing a hand over Lena's warm cheek and pressing kiss after kiss to her forehead and hair.  

“I love you, I love you,” she whisper-cries against Lena's temple, tucking her matted curls behind her ears. The smell of blood and dirt and antiseptic is almost overwhelming, but beneath the dust and debris caught up in her hair Lena's scalp smells the same as always. Kara presses her face to the crown of her head and inhales deeply, soaking it in.  

“Why'd you have to be so damn brave?” she whispers, nuzzling her cheek against silky softness. “I love you so much. Please don't step in front of any more bullets. Please learn to be a coward, occasionally.”

The singular relief of having Lena living and breathing and in her arms again is so complete, so compounded by the fear and the adrenaline and the sleepless night and the solar flare, that she feels suddenly that she may crumple to the ground from the force of it all.

Unwilling to relinquish her hold for even a second she appraises the bandages covering Lena's right side, then crawls onto the hospital bed on her left, careful to avoid her many wires and monitors. She tucks herself in beside her on the wide mattress, chin hooked over Lena's shoulder and face pressed to the side of her neck, and lets the tears that haven't really stopped falling since that bullet had left its chamber fall for just a little longer.

Nothing matters outside of the two of them, outside of the warmth of Lena's body and the softness of her skin beneath Kara's lips and the steady thud of her heart beneath Kara's palm. Nothing else in the world exists, so when an unfamiliar male voice sounds from the doorway it takes her a moment to register the intrusion.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you really can't be on the bed with her,” the strange, disembodied voice calls from behind her and Kara frowns tiredly, unable and unwilling to acknowledge anything outside of the woman in her arms.

But before she's even managed to raise her head another voice sounds, the soft tones of a young surgeon in an avocado scrub cap.  

“Oh, honestly, Peter,” the kindly doctor says with gentle reproach, a quiet calm washing over the room as the door is pulled closed and she and Lena are left alone. “Leave them be. That's her wife.”

[girlwithwolftatoo]

CONSIDER: Harrow (and the Moon Boys if you’re up for it, might be too much tho. Completely understand) helping the reader, who happens to have mobility issues and uses a cane in order to walk, shower (perhaps after doing the deed 👀).

This epiphany did come to me while I was showering, yes.

It's always a pleasure to write about Moon and Croc boys, honestly.

Marc Spector:

Overprotective. He's like your personal service dog because he's following you everywhere (even at home).

You need to reach something from a shelf? He's already handing it to you. There are some static stairs? He'll carry you bridestyle. No empty seats in the bus? He'll go straight to someone and "friendly" ask them to move.

The flat's shower isn't meant to help you during shower, so he brings in a tiny chair or bank so you won't get tired or hurt. Once you're done, he'll hand you a towel or apron and will help you to get out.

...But yeah, if you ask him to shower with you he's extra careful, and extra shy too.

For sexy time he's always asking softly if you are fine. "Is this position good for you? Sorry, I'm going to- okay, am not hurting you am I? Slowly, baby, slowly... yeah, you're fine, that's better for you, right?"

Steven Grant:

He believes you when you say you can do things by yourself. It doesn't mean he's not worried about you when he cannot be physically in the same place as you are. What if you need assistance and there's nobody at sight?

Makes an extensive research about your issue and how to help you have a better life quality through that. "Why don't you rise your legs, honey? Yes, sure, you can put them on mine- I read some massages are helpful, let me..."

The first thing he does when you take a bus is searching a seat for you. "Um, excuse me, can they take this seat?" and will fight whoever mutters something against you for looking "too young to need a special seat".

When he has some money, he buys things for you that may help you in your daily basis, like removable seats and even sets a handle in the shower for those times you spend at the flat.

He hates seeing you in pain, and sometimes it's something you can't avoid. His puppy eyes shine with held tears while he massages and smooches you. "You're so brave, my love, you deserve better" "You're the best for me, Steven, thank you" (aaaand now he's crying)

Jake Lockley:

His limo, his rules, even if you need to go to the supermarket for a box of cereal he's your personal driver, and he won't accept a no as an answer.

Offers you his arm like an old fashioned gentleman. "Jake, I can walk, don't worry" "And I can get you if you trip, bonita, c'mon"

Jake seems to grow a fifth sense to know when you start to get tired or a little in pain. It's the moment his arms lift you and either carries you like a monkey on his back or bridestyle because why not.

If you had a specially hard day, he'll do everything for you. Makes you rest on the bed with a good amount of pillows to hold your back and legs, brings you the dinner and some tea he snatched from Steven's cabinet ("I'm sure this inglesito menso has some good teas for pain") and, if you need to, gives some massages with oils. And oh the feeling of his big hands softly moving towards your body is both calming and arousing.

Even when he loves wilder scenarios, he learns some positions to have sexy time with you without the risk of hurting you, mostly side-to-side positions or, if you feel you can handle it, you can go on top and he holds you good and fine.

Arthur Harrow:

He knows very well for the pain you're going through. In a certain way, he feels linked to you from the very first time, not because there's a lack of disabled people in the cult, it's just there's something in you, in the way you deal with this, that draws his attention.

Likes to hold hands when you're walking together, and even jokes a little about how you're "balanced". "By ourselves, we may look uncomplete for the rest of the world, but together, we're like a scale, you see? We help each other, we need each other"

You've grown to be as independent as you can, but what you don't know is Arthur has the commune aware that, if you need any sort of help, they better assist you.

He's the one who kneels to you. He helps you to take off your shoes after a long day and then, he accompanies you to the bath so you can clean yourself. But the truth is he likes to take baths with you.

Picture this: you and Arthur are in the mood and, once the day is over, you get into your house and make love on the bed. Arthur maneuvers so you feel comfortable and takes advantage of the situation to massage your back and legs. He mutters sweet things to you meanwhile, if there's someone in this world he praises besides his goddess, is you.

And when you're done, he prepares the bathtub and you spend a long time in it helping each other with the soap and shampoo.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud

Or a robin on the wing,

But I feel so gay—in a melancholy way—

That it might as well be spring…

It might as well be spring.

[ ID: Traditional art that has been colored and edited digitally, featuring Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit from Smile For Me the game.

In the artists interpretation Kamal as a kid is much shorter than Habit. He has short straight hair. He wears a oversized dark purple sweater. Then he has a frilly red skirt which sparkles. Ending with light blue socks and pink crocs. Blue-magneta headphones are worn.

Here Habit is a really tall kid. He has a muppet-like appearance with yellow-greenish fur, very long rose-pink curly hair, pink blushing cheek patches with three freckles, ears stuffed with cotton fluff , deep red nails. His eyes are orange, circled below by red ruffles and have some pale purple eyeshadow. He wears a teal buttoned shirt with wavy darker pants that have yet darker stripes on them. Basically it's Kamal’s outfit from the game. His feet are bare.

We are viewing them from above. Kamal is braiding lillies of various colors and shapes- multicolored, freckled, painted- into Habit's huge hair, now he's at the end of it. He sits with folded legs. Besides Habit's ear lies a Tooth Lily. Habit lays his head back, supported by hands on the ground, and looks at the viewer with a devilish smile-a glint in his eye, one blue snaggletooth showing. His feet are thrown about casually. Between them lies a half-open book titled 'Science Of Constipation' in loud colors and fonts. It shows a page titled 'Importance of taking a dump by Bob Smith' that has been absolutely vandalized by Habit. Bob Smith's photo now sports a hat, devil horns and a mustache. ' Preface' has been struck out and replaced with 'Peeface'. Skull, flowers, star, eyes, and a silly emote with its tongue out have been doodled with a red sketch which lies nearby.

Nature surrounds them. Most of it is springtime flowers that can be found in Boston, USA. Daffodils, crocuses, peonies, roses, azaleas, pansies, tulips, black-eyed susans, trailing arbutus. Among this lush greenery- snails, ladybugs can be seen underneath while dragonflies, butterflies, bees fly above. Some young black sheep graze. One looks ahead, with a white heart-marking on its head. Beside Habit's left leg is a large light orange-brown rabbit, curled up and sleeping. Somewhere among the flowers are two small white red-eyed rabbits nuzzling.

To the far right swaying bushes of cattail grow. Beside them is a clear stream running, host to a male and female mallard duck leading their ducklings, bladderworts, white waterlilies with their pads. Among these waterlilies, a brown frog and tadpoles in various stages of life can be spotted. One duckling catches a tadpole in its beak. To the very front are Habit and Kamal's paper boats engaged in a race-- Kamal appears to be winning. One is pink and crumply, heavily decorated, a submerged tag attached to it reads ' B.H'. The other is neat and streamlined with a little teal flagpole announcing it as 'KB'.

The first version of the drawing is overlaid with a very warm orange filter, the second is unedited. End ID]

Talk below the cut!

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I WORKED ON IT FOR MONTHS NO JOKE THIS IS MY CHILD WHOM I WAS PREGNANT WITH AND NOW I HAVE PAINSTAKINGLY BIRTHED AND CLEANED HIM FOR ALL OF TUMBLR TO SEE

[ Plain text: Please look at this I worked on it for months no joke this is my child whom I was pregnant with and now I have painstakingly birthed and cleaned him for all of tumblr to see]

🥸[ Glasses-and-moustache silly disguise emoji ]

aNYWAY this is part of a series of drawings where Habit and Kamal are just playing as kids really LOL

I listened to Vashti Bunyan's 'Just Another Diamond Day' album a LOT while coloring and drawing this HAHA also some vintage springtime songs! They were so lovely!!!

This also taught me a lesson to plan out my drawings more I guess but also WITNESS THIS BEAUTIFUL CHAOS AND MAY YOUR HEART BE OPENED TO ALL THE JOYOUS POSSIBILITIES MY FRIEND

[ Plain text: Witness this beautiful chaos and may your heart be opened to all the joyous possibilities my friend]

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A stranger would not have noticed the change, but Molly could see that the withered earth was brightening with a greenness as shy as smoke. Squat, snaggly trees that had never yet bloomed were putting forth flowers in the wary way an army sends out scouts; long-dry streams were beginning to rustle in their beds, and small creatures were calling to one another. Smells slipped by in ribbons: pale grass and black mud, honey and walnuts, mint and hay and rotting applewood; and even the afternoon sunlight had a tender, sneezy scent that Molly would have known anywhere. She rode beside Schmendrick, watching the gentle advent of the spring and thinking of how it had come to her, late but lasting.

"Unicorns have passed here," she whispered to the magician. "Is that the cause, or is it Haggard's fall and the Red Bull's going? What is it, what is happening?"

"Everything," he answered her, "everything, all at once. It is not one springtime, but fifty; and not one or two great terrors flown away, but a thousand small shadows lifted from the land.

Wait and see."

-- From The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle

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[twistedtummies2]

If you were to make your own Batman series, what would be the cast of villains you'd use? I'm curious to see some more obvious ones like the joker or two face, as well as some of the lesser known ones, like baby doll or lock up. If you have any original ideas for a villain (or at least a rough concept of one), feel free to tell.

It's funny you mention this: I actually had a LOT of ideas for a Batman series of my own as a kid, which naturally never went anywhere. XD I remember drawing sketches of different characters and having thoughts of my own on how I would portray them, which ranged from the reasonable to "what was in the chocolate milk at the cafeteria, seriously?" As far as the major villains go, I'd want to use as many of them as possible. Joker, Riddler, Mad Hatter, Catwoman, Penguin, Two-Face, Scarecrow, Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, Ventriloquist & Scarface...the list goes on. A lot of them I'd probably want to use more than once. However, there are a couple of villains I think I'd want to make "special" by only using once or twice, perhaps in large two-or-three-part storylines: Bane, for example, I think loses some traction after Knightfall. I'd probably want some kind of abridged take on Knightfall and that would be Bane's ONLY appearance. Similarly, I think I might do a couple of episodes with Mr. Freeze, but not a whole lot. Same thing with Professor Hugo Strange. Man-Bat I'd probably give one or two episodes to, and that's it.

As for lesser-known villains: the Tally Man is one I'd love to play with, and another is the Cavalier. I also think I'd do something with Dr. Death and make him the first villain Batman faces, since he was the first recurring supervillain in Batman comics, and I don't think he gets enough credit. The Terrible Trio are another group I'd want to use; I'd base them on the version from recent Batgirl comics, since that is my favorite take on them. One character concept I've had since I was young (even featured in some OLD fanfics I started work on back in High School) was my own take on the March Hare as the Mad Hatter's sidekick. I imagined him as a human being who was genetically experimented on, thus transforming him into an anthropomorphic hare. The Hatter ends up taking pity on the poor creature and thus the Hare becomes the Hatter's loyal sidekick and friend, the two genuinely caring about each other and working as partners. I'd also feature Tweedledee and Tweedledum as the Hatter's henchmen. Come to think of it, I should revisit that March Hare concept...time will tell...