#SHE WILL COLLECT EM ALL

[sha-biest]

OKAY I

I don't have time anymore I wanted to do something still but I only managed to draw one panel and Im going to be busy rest of the week because of SITUATIONS

So I deliver to thee... an awkward Mikey

HAH AMMI WILL NOT ACCEPT A NO She's like a little duckling, spotted him and just accepted him in her brain (AND PLEASE don't think you have to reply to the silliness Sara, especially if you are busy ❤❤❤ I'M ALREADY FEASTING ON THIS PANEL ALONE SO I'M GOOD EGVJKGBBGF)

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 238

talkin about pokemon in the jrezi server got me thinking about drawing some for aradia! i think its a good balance of ghosts fossils and maybe even some gifts from her friends that reminded them of her!

[adorabledrugl0rd]

That’s it, that’s the post

[chibifox2002]

I am curious to see how Squid Ink and Seafoam cookie would interact, would squid remind Seafoam of their old friend?

She'd interact with Squid Ink the same way she does with Rookie Cookie! Although, a tad bit calmer.

And yeah, Squid definitely reminds Seafoam of her old friend...

[necronomi-kun]

My Little Pony Crystal Empire Rainbow Collection Twilight Sparkle ✨🦄

[voided-selfships]

Its rude to break into other people's houses.

[TAGLIST]

@mashyaoi @comfycozycirrus @ghost--girlfriend @wanderers-wife

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the desire to do comms vs my inability to remember that i got a message FIGHT-

[illdothehotvoice]

Look at my figure shelf boy I'm still sick

[windor-truffle]

if I had a nickel for every sidequest involving Sophie and the death of a child/childlike humanoid I'd have... wait 5 nickels?? jesus christ Sophie I'm so sorry 😟

[savage-rhi]

Fuchsia 😂

[eulaliasims]

drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️😊 (I hope you're alright!)

Thank you, Epi! 💛 I'm ok, I've just been dealing with real life stuff and I haven't had the mental energy for social media at all.

Part of the irl stuff is that for the last month I've been going back and forth to the vet with my cat, Juno, trying to manage her medical conditions. She was diagnosed as diabetic in the summer and yesterday I had her in for a Cushing's test, which came back positive, so. (Cushing's can cause diabetes in cats, which I strongly suspect is true in her case.) I'll be spending another while shuttling her back and forth as we start medication for it. She's honestly doing pretty well right now, but it's still draining/upsetting to me to see her have these issues.

tl;dr: thank you for the sunflower!! I love it and appreciate you for sending it to me. :)

[simplepotatofarmer]

i truly wanted to write today but i'm exhausted. i had to shovel a lot of snow from around the run and then i spent like. four solid hours just being sad about watson. <3 <3 but! i'm really excited for the prospect of hatching cluck and brittney m. crockpot eggs this spring! :D

[safyresky]

Been thinking about CS!TSCS for a month at this point. Please enjoy these lil' doodles about it!

[ID in ALT and typed dialogue under cut :D]

Numero 1

Jacquie: Up the CHIMNEY?! Carol: RIGHT UP IT! MID DISCUSSION! Jacquie: GIRL, DUMP HIS ASS!!!!

Numero 2

Santa: How did you even GET that vest, huh?!?! Jacqueline: I MURDERED my PREDECESSOR. Santa: you what

Numero 3

Jack: Good day at work today, little flurry? Jacqueline: Mmmmmm yep! Told Santa I killed you for the vest and the title >:) Jack, turning around sharply and full of pride: HA! NICE!

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These were the doods I meant to post last last Thursday after this scrimbly Jacqueline, lol. When I tell you that Crystal Springs TSCS has been IN MY HEAD, I AM NOT JOKING!

The reason I didn't post these sooner is bc I really wanted to draw the last one and hadn't gotten around to it as of yet, and I also wanted to colour these PROPER scrimblies because holy SHIT I LOVE COLOURING 🤩🤩🤩🤩

More fun facts about CS in TSCS:

Carol and Jacqueline have regular vent sessions. Mostly Carol; Jacqueline's just there for the TEA (and emotional support)

Her catchphrase could very much be "CAROL. DUMP HIS ASS" in this cs au

"Don't you mean tscs au?" NO. TSCS IS AN AU IN ITSELF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

She frustrates Santa to no end bc A) She's Jack Frost and he has previous biases, and B) she goes OUT OF HER WAY to bother him.

When I say Jacqueline dislikes tscs!Scott, I am not joking. It is not hyperbole. She can't STAND him. And she tells him that to his FACE. MULTIPLE TIMES. And adds insult to injury bc she's buds with Carol and Buddy and Sandy, lol, and all the new gen elves are like, chill with her

(I have a silly hc that Betty is a Bernelle kid and Jacquie's her godmother, lollllll)

She and I both dislike people who need change and refuse to work on themselves/believe they're FINE and it SHOWS.

After she made the claim about murdering Jack, Santa was TERRIFIED on top of his usual distaste for Jack's successor lmao

She was quite delighted at how Santa took that tale. Elaborated a bit. I imagine it went something like this:

"...you what?" Her murderous look intensified. Santa could easily picture the darkness gathering around her the way it did in cartoons when the evil character was. Well. Being evil. "You heard me!" She sounded way too delighted, Santa noted. "I killed my predecessor! You know, the guy before me? Yeah. Stabbed him right dead. Pulled the vest out of the melted pile of slush that was once Jack Frost the first and put it right on." "...Jesus Christ."

Anyway, after that, she goes home and Jack pops in for 4 o'clock coffee and the final image ensues, lol. This interaction follows that:

"And he believed you?" Jack asked, pulling out the chair next to her and plunking down, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. "Damn near shat himself about it, too," Jacqueline confirmed, looking sly over the top of her mug. Jack laughed. "Oh that's, that's marvellous." "Mm! It was! THEN I elaborated. Told him I took the vest like a war trophy, you know? Didn't even wash it or anything. Shame I said SLUSH instead of BLOOD because I bet he would've like. DIED on the spot picturing me putting on a blood soaked vest, ehehe. I swear Jack, I could see his soul leave his body. Definitely top 5 best days at work. Maybe top 3, even."

Jack is deffs enjoying retirement in this au! Going full vacation mode, spending most days in various hot spots on various beaches with various drinks, usually popping by the family home for 4 o'clock coffee and cocoa--and a break from the sun since he burns and Winter worries

YES he IS still wearing his suit pants. I thought that'd be funny and just about died picturing him in khakis

With every Jack I draw his hair grows more powerful, AS IT SHOULD BE!!

I DID draw a chair behind Jacqueline but her poofy hair ate it~

I think she is A) older in this au than she regularly is and B) is already married to Dite. I'm still on the fence about both those things, but she feels older in this au--probably because the entire cast is older lmao

Late night post is late bc I finished colouring this and wanted to share it asap, DAMN THE TIME!!!!

[chaoticsoft]

update on the annoying fucking coworker: she's been up my butt all week about going shopping for teacher supplies together. I cancelled on her twice so finally today I agreed to go with her after work. She was being SO. ANNOYING. Calling to me, telling me to come inside a store like I'm a dog she gets to order around (I just straight up ignored her; bitch you are 22 years old, WHO are you speaking to like that?). Then she just randomly told me she had to leave and I was so fucking grateful & relieved. Not sure if my face just betrayed my intense, intense annoyance or what but I pray to God I failed the vibe check and she'll leave me alone from now on. 🙏🙏🙏

[doubleedgemode]

There's a post that explains it way better than I do but. I'm currently thimking about A.B.As frankenstein influence

Aside from the obvious "concept art refs frankenstein by name, so one could assume the head key worked as her electrodes/bolts" I don't see many people mention how her strive boots are black platforms a la creature's movie depiction's (roadworker if I'm not mistaken?? I probably am) boots. Also yknow they have lil bolts

[redactedgoose]

hello. guess what time it is? it's bully Vlad hours, featuring tropes such as 'get out-billionaired, idiot' and 'Maddie's type is genius idiots; Bruce Wayne's is hot people who could kill him'

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He's done it, he's finally done it! Jack is dead! And Daniel is none the wiser. His little badger glares at him, clearly warning him not to start anything at his misbegotten father's funeral.

Vlad just smiles back, just barely not smug enough to tip him off, and goes off to find his Maddie.

She's going to need support, after all! My, maybe he'll even offer her a shoulder to cry on, an arm to support her, and then eventually help her through her grief before she-

Vlad draws up short.

No. No, impossible.

His Madeline, his Maddie, is already in the arms of another man, crying quietly against his suit- which, he notes sourly, anger beginning to flare in his core, is more expensive than the one he's wearing.

The man could even be Jack himself, if smaller and more lithe. A cousin, perhaps?

He forces a mournful expression onto his face, rictus in its falseness, and approaches them.

"My dear..."

The man turns his face to Vlad as Maddie does, allowing him to finally place him.

No. No.

Bruce Wayne? The Bruce Wayne? Air-headed playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne? Here, holding his Maddie at Jack's funeral?

"I am so sorry for your loss," he finally continues a a beat later, blinking slightly faster as if his pause was from sorrow and not rage. "Jack... he was..." he trails off before he has to utter any kind words about the fool.

Maddie sniffles; Wayne proffers a handkerchief from nowhere, which she takes with a small, tender smile.

"Thanks, Vlad," Maddie says. She sniffles again, daubing at her eyes. "I still can't believe it..."

"Neither can I," Vlad says, bowing his head instead of staring daggers at Wayne. He does glance at him, though, once he raises his head, hoping to subtly prompt an explanation.

"Vlad Masters, right?" Wayne asks, cracking a wan smile at him and offering his hand. "I don't think we've met before."

"Indeed not," he says, giving Wayne's hand a firm, quick pump. "How did the two of you meet, if I may ask?"

"Oh, so long ago," Maddie says, a ghost of a smile on her face. "We were both much younger... Bruce was learning some self defense at the same class I was, and it spiraled from there."

"Oh, I definitely did," he jokes, that wan smile turning stronger. "Spiraled straight down onto the mat! She put my on my back so many times!" He laughs.

Maddie's smile strengthens, legitimate mirth in her expression now. "You gave as good as you got, Bruce! Your pins were the worst to wriggle out of!"

They laugh in concert, facing each other. It's the only reason why they don't see Vlad's eye twitching. He's suddenly very grateful that he didn't pick up a drink to keep appearances- it would have shattered in his grip by now.

The next fifteen minutes are agonizing. She hangs off of him and he lets her. They laugh together, they cry together, and every advance of his, dressed in best intentions and veiled in concern, is rebuffed.

"Oh, Vlad. You don't need to worry about me," she says wetly, mere minutes before the eulogies are about to start. "Bruce is here for me."

Vlad very quickly comes to the only sensible conclusion: Bruce Wayne must die.