#LIL PURPLE BABY

[thebrainrotsreal]

I don't think this is s2 part B spoilers since he was introduced before the break, BUT YES GIVE MARK A LIL BRO FR. He's such a good big brother istg, he saw this baby and instantly bonded, like just let him have a normal happy life please!!! Let him be happy in general istg.

[99monochrome]

Hoody shit William afton??

[quetzlez]

Woe Willy Afton be upon ye

[queseresere]

Zed is my baby and I think he deserves to be a lil’ silly-goofy amethyst :D Ft. Tango from @chrisrin gemcyt AU.

(Edited cause the credit @ messed up)

There are a few closeups below the cut.

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Okayyyy what about Alec making Magnus blush head cannons 😬🙈

*rolls up sleeves* let’s do this!!

The easiest way to make Magnus blush is for Alec to be his most confident self. Shit eating grins, suits and consul robes, and sly looks over glasses of wine all included in this package

Izzy and Clary teach Alec all the booktok fictional boy trends and he obviously uses them all on Magnus. One time Alec did the “pinning both your hands above your head” move and Magnus was speechless the entire day.

Sometimes it’s just inadvertent things. Alec picking something up in his slightly tight t-shirt which flexes his arm muscles and Magnus bumps into a wall. Alec stepping out of a fresh shower only to find Magnus with his face buried in the pillow. Alec lying on the couch and stretching, and his hoodie riding up the slightest bit, and then he gets all confused when Magnus chokes on his wine.

Kisses!!! Little cheek or forehead kisses from Alec at random times that just catch Magnus off guard. He stops whatever he’s doing and cups his warm AF face and groans for like half an hour.

The very first time they spent the night together and Alec cuddles into Magnus while asleep.

Every single time Alec straddles him and kisses him.

Every single time Alec calls him out on being jealous.

Every time Magnus walks in on Alec showering

When Alec notices Magnus watching and pulls him in by the collar

Drunk!Affectionate!Alec

[faerune]

I am so insanely excited to share this lovely art of my Baldur's Gate 3 protag Triss by @milidraws! They were so awesome to work with and I'm so stunned by how well she represented my girl 💜

[mo-ok]

Ive drawn every day this week 👌👌👌 please enjoy the unnecessary amount of Go On RPM content (I cannot be stopped)

[mauveink]

Spectra Vondergeist from Monster High (Gen 3)

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[kindred-spirit-93]

BABY WILL SOLACE FOR THE SOUL!!!!! more under the cut. lore dump in the tags. be warned u may cri. enjoy :D

my boi loves bugs <3

first day on the field! pre flip flop era will wore cowboy boots like the texan he is

will "my hair glows when i sing" solace. i tried XD

[karimationkat]

I really want to draw purple getting kisses and hugs from KO/MT and just being spoiled like a lil baby but I'm afraid people might mistake it for a ship.....

[timothylawrence]

Heeeeeeee 🥺💞🥰😭🥺🥺

[jauntilyplacedcaps]

[bisexual-ashe]

why my durges gotta be so pretty 😫 (durges under the cut)

[redrobin-detective]

lipstick on your cape

“Robbie?” Tabitha looked up from the phone she wasn’t supposed to have on patrol at Nightwing. Hopefully Peg wouldn’t tattle on her to Bruce. “You got a little something on your cape. I think it’s that dark red lipstick they can probably see from the Watchtower.”

Beth examined her cape and, sure enough, there were some mysterious red smudges on the inner yellow lining, just past the right shoulder. She scrubbed at it with her gloves, how’d that even get there? Alfred would have a fit if this stained. Peg grunted as she sat down next to Tab on the edge of the building.

“So, do you wanna talk about it?” Peg asked, deceptively casual.

“About what?” Beth questioned.

“About why you’ve been sporting colored lips the last week,” Peg said softly. “I mean it’s pretty and all but its very,“ she paused. “It’s grownup. Are you trying to impress someone? I know things with you and Arianna are over but maybe someone on your team?”

“No, it’s not like that!” Beth blushed. “I don’t know, I thought it looked nice?”

“You’re 15 baby girl,” Peg said with a little frown. “You don’t need to look nice, you just need to be yourself. Especially as Robin.”

“I am being myself. I don’t have a reason, okay! I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, I like girly stuff I guess. Its a safety risk to wear fun earrings or necklaces on patrol so, I don’t know, the other day I put on some lipstick and thought it looked cute so I kept doing it.”

Her mother had been a tomboy, more at home in the dirt than society but Tabitha had always been impressed at how she could transform. The nights they were home, when they had to play the part of the Drakes, were special. Mom would do her hair, nails and make-up just so and become someone else. She went from Tab’s flighty, distracted but stubborn mom to a princess. Her smiles were calculated, her posture perfect and she could glide across a ballroom in six inch heels and a sleek dress like she was born for it. And she had been but she’d rejected it for her dad and archeology but mostly archeology.

Tabitha loved computers and skateboards and comics and cars but she’d spent so many hours learning to style her hair in different ways, to paint her nails like a pro and to layer her lipstick like she was ready for murder. It was a side she hadn’t indulged in much lately. Being Robin was it’s own sort of freedom but it had its restrictions as well.

“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Peg said thoughtfully, leaning back to look up at the moon. “I guess Jan and I set a bit of a precedent huh?” Robins were crime fighters. They laughed at criminals and fought against the worst of the worst. They were efficient, practical and inspiring. They didn’t wear lipstick. Beth brought a glove to cover her mouth.

“Sorry, I guess it’s not really appropriate, is it? I think I have some make up remover wipes in my belt.” Peg grabbed a hold of her wrist.

“No, no, keep it on,” Peg insisted. “It does look nice, you did a good job and it really compliments the red of your suit.” She shifted so they were holding hands. “My mom used to do me up in makeup before shows, so the audience could see our faces. I can still feel her fingertips running over my cheeks.” She said with a soft voice, eyes closed in memory. “Moving in with B, I couldn’t do makeup that extravagant. I had to make a good impression and then, as I got older, I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression from lipstick and eye shadow.” 

“It’s such a burden to be beautiful,” Tabitha said with an eye roll even though it kind of was. She saw the way people ogled Peg at events. Tab had tripped one particularly creepy guy right into the punch bowl. Bruce had given her a thumbs up across the hall.

“You’re not Jan, no one expects you to be,” Peg said softly. “We just want you to be yourself. That’s the beauty of being Robin, you get to be whoever you want to be.”

“And what about B?” Beth questioned.

“You introduced yourself by breaking B’s rules,” Peg said with a grin, breaking the hand hold to ruffle Tab’s hair. She angrily straightened her clip and re-fluffed her bangs. Just because Nightwing just had a simple ponytail doesn’t mean some vigilantes didn’t care about merging style and function. “I think you’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, okay,” Beth said, scooting over to lean on Peggy’s shoulder. She loved her mom, missed her a lot but having a big sister was pretty great too. “You could add a little color to your lips too if you want.”

“I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen the colors you wear, baby bird,” Peg chuckled.

“Well how about your hair?” Tab asked, sitting up. “I could teach you how to do a simple french braid, or more fancy if you’d like. Still be functional but adds a little bit of style.”

“Tomorrow, my place, my hands always cramp after too long using the grapples. I’ll order some of that disgusting pizza you like,” Peg grinned. Tabitha grinned, her lips a dark ruby red under the Gotham moonlight.

Robin didn’t do her make up every night. Some nights she was running late, finishing clipping on her cape as she ran to the Batmobile. Other times she was too tired, too pained, just not in the mood for such frivolities. But other nights, she sculpted her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. She rubbed primer, foundation, blush, sealant on her face that could hold up against wind, rain and rogues. She poured over her ever growing collection of lipsticks and lipstains and picked a color that spoke to her.

Red was for when she was feeling daring, bold, she had many different variations of the color but deliberately shied away from Joker red. When Spoiler took to the streets she acquired all sorts of different purples to complement the laughing boy’s costume. Pink was for when she felt soft but strong, when she was making a statement to the worst of Gotham that it couldn’t change her. Black was only to be used on the nights she knew would be bad. Bart got her a glittery gold one that she loved but used sparingly because it caught the light easily. Peg had laughed when when Tab shown up once with Nightwing blue lips, her braided hair dancing in the breeze.

She was Robin, she was a hero, a role model, a symbol. But she was also a girl, a girl who loved dresses that flared out when she spun and lots of shiny, sparkly dangles and doodads and she loved the taste of matte lipstick as she jumped into the fight. Sometimes people were just a pile of different things all mushed together. And the rest of the world was going to just have to get over it.

[yardsards]

i have no room to insult people's food preferences because i HAVE drank condiments for enjoyment on multiple occasions

[xoteajays]

yamane haru / the dormouse

haru’s life hasn’t been easy, but it’s only getting worse when she wakes up in this strange world with no idea how she got there.

her ever-present exhaustion slows her, but she manages her way through games all the way up until she runs into two people she’d thought she’d never see again. the beach, it’s a ridiculous place and everything she’d expect out of danma hatter. at the very least, it’s somewhere to call ‘home’ until she can get back to her real one. she’ll even deal with the ‘beach princess’ title people keep calling her, brought on by hatter’s - and even aguni’s - clear affection towards her that keeps her out of the riskier games.

haru wouldn’t call arisu and usagi catalysts - at least not to their faces - but everything did get turned on its head and go up in literal flames when they showed up. at least haru has her luck keeping her alive when a whole new round of games start up.