#The Sunny Days

[neonpaperlanterns]

The Sunny Days

I'm working on an ask that wants DogDay to also loyal little critters. So I couldn't help myself but make some.

To show that they are are with DogDay they all wear sun pendants. You can't see Rosie's but it's there.

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[thedailycharlieday]

[camtot]

It’s autumn here but I’m pretending it’s spring in my ceramics 🌱

[columboscreens]

[detailedart]

Clouds, breeze, trees, summer. Paintings by Renato Muccillo.

[poolboyatthegiovannimansion]

Reject Autism Speaks, embrace realistic and usually unintentionally autism-coded characters

[briargeese]

A sunny day at the Lake, not much better than that.

[placeholddog]

TRASH trash woman..Trash woman

[charliework16]

the best predetermined funeral photoshoot in history

[neonpaperlanterns]

I would like to request a little story.

Catnap has his army of mini critters, all terrified of what awaits them if they disobey the towering feline.

But a select few used to follow Dogday, and still do, despite their fear of Catnap.

Relaying information to him about Poppy getting freed and that she has a "Angel".

Doing their best to make his... Cell... A little comfier. Be it hugging him, trying to loosen his restraints a little bit. Or just sneaking him "food" they stole.

And of course, helping Angel tend to his wounds by using their small size to their advantage.

I don't mind if the story is just one of the above scenarios. I just wanna see a story where Dogday has his own little friends... Maybe throw something sad at the end with Catnap catching one of them.

[A/n: So I have the first 6 chapters up on Ao3, I was gonna keep going but I think that maybe getting some feedback that isn't my partner might be a good idea. So Sunny I really hope you like what I have so far.]

Chapter One: Little Red Bear

Huddled in the corner obscured by shadow, a little red bear waited. She watched as Catnap hoisted an unconscious DogDay up. Watched as the giant cat secured him to the wall. Blood oozed sluggishly from the dog's tattered torso. 

Apprehension filled Rosie as Catnap stood there. He was just staring at the other smiling critter. His tail swished lazily along the floor. 

Why wasn’t he leaving? She didn’t know when the others would be back and they really needed him gone. 

Worried eyes flicked back and forth between the two giants. 

‘Please leave. Just go away, you’ve done enough.’ Rosie thought as she fidgeted.

“You made me do this.” The sound of Catnap speaking made Rosie hunch further into the corner. She couldn’t see his expression but there was something off about his tone. Not that there was anything ever truly right about it.

“It didn’t have to be this way.” It was spoken almost remorsefully. A paw came up, coated in blood and viscera. She watched as the cat gentle brushed a single claw down DogDay’s cheek, staining it. A low sigh rumbled through the room as Catnap turned. His gait was heavy and slow as he left.

Cautiously Rosie crept from her hiding spot. Her legs shook as she scurried along the ground, dragging a cloth bundle behind her. Her nose scrunched up at the sticky pool of blood. Bypassing it the best she could she looked up at DogDay. 

His head was hung low and pain filled whimpers escaped his ever grinning mouth with every little movement. 

Untying her little bag she stared down at what little she had. The others were out getting more so she would have to make do. 

Rosie didn’t know how they were going to treat his gaping wound. What would happen if Catnap came back? Would he become enraged at the fact that DogDay had been patched up? That someone had dared to help him? 

Would Catnap reopen his wounds? Take and hide him away where they wouldn’t be able to find him? Would he just kill him?

Shaking her head, she tried not to think about it. She would be no help if she continued to spiral. Instead she grabbed the water bottle and scrapes of fabric she carried with her. Bundling them in her arms she skittered up the wall. 

As gently as she could she balanced on DogDay’s shoulder. A groan left him as he shifted away. Letting out a hushing noise she ran damp cloth along his face. Blood and grime was carefully wiped away. He didn’t wake up and Rosie felt thankful for that. She hoped everyone would be back before he did. And she really truly hoped that one of them would bring back some of those odd white pills. Now that everything had gone quiet, now that the high of freedom had dissipated the others were turning to the obvious. 

Survival.

The bigger bodies were hoarding what they could with extreme prejudice. It was getting harder to take without them noticing. 

Unease prickled along her spine and the state Tear had come back in last time. Huggy may be a shambling uncoordinated mess but he was relentless. Their small size was only good for so much. They were not made to be as durable as ones like Mommy Long Legs or even Poppy. 

Unnecessary scenarios swirled around in her head. Everything that could go wrong flashed across her thoughts.

What if not everyone came back? What would happen to them? What would happen to DogDay? 

A hoarse whine left DogDay and Rosie flinched. She hadn’t realized she was applying more pressure. Guilt settled heavily as she eased up. Carefully she pet along his arm as she discarded the soiled fabric for a cleaner one.

“I’m sorry.” A low wheezing sound left her throat instead of words. She watched him flinch at the noise. Her lack of speech never bothered her until this moment. It had never seemed important until now. She wanted to reassure him that she didn’t mean it. That she wanted to help him. Not that he was awake to hear her but she wanted to nonetheless. 

“Rosie we’re back.” The sound of the others returning made her wobble on her perch. A dismayed cry left the group as they took in what happened while they were gone. Looking down she couldn’t help but count as they began to scramble.

One

Two

Three

Four

“We’re all here. I promise.” Sly stared up at her. Their tone filled with that edge of annoyance. Hunching in on herself, Rosie made her way to the ground. Tank, Blaze, and Tear dragged in a sack of things. More stuffing spilling from ripped seams.

Wear, Star, and Max rushed past her. Their arms full of gauze and weird looking tools. 

Standing there, watching the others take over; she wasn’t sure what to do. What could she do anyways that others weren’t already taking care of? 

“Go make sure Catnap isn’t coming back.” Sly ushered her away. Oh, she supposed that was something she could do. If nothing else Rosie was good at hiding.

[shushuush]

My tumblr sexy man wall

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Experimenting with some new brushes and also I wanted a backdrop for a new website portfolio I’m making so I cooked this up 👩‍🍳👩‍🍳👩‍🍳

these are some designs for my Post Story AU! Go check out my design post for it :3

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Available as a print on my shop!

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Once Batman has revealed his identity to the JL, and after some strong encouragement from Superman and Wonder Woman, Bruce decides to try to start being a bit more "personable" with the rest of league. They've been colleagues for a decade and he trusts them all, and according to Clark and Diana this means there's no need for his whole mysterious "shadow of the night" bit, so he invites the league to dinner at the manor.

It is raining heavily, and even though it's not that late, it's nearly pitch dark but for the frequent lightning strikes. The league arrives together at Wayne Manor and the wrought iron gates stretch upward before them, ending in spikes at the top with ivy overgrown across them. They stand there, uncomfortable, wet, a bit weirded out, wondering how they're supposed to get passed the gates.

"This is creepy, right?" Hal says. "It's not just me?"

A voice. "Hello." As the league turns to the sound, thunder claps loud enough to startle everyone as lightning strikes, illuminating a small child standing on the other side of the gates that was definitely not there a second ago. He stands motionless under an umbrella, seemingly unbothered by the rain, expression vaguely irritated, and his eyes seem to flash green in the light. "I have been instructed to escort you inside."

The child doesn't move in any way but the gates slowly swing open, the creaking sounds sound straight out of a horror movie. Once they are fully opened, the boy turns and starts walking down the path without a word.

The league, some members quite freaked out at this point, follow him after exchanging some looks. They round a bend in the path and the manor comes into view. It is a massive dark structure, rising from the ground. Another lightning strike illuminates pointed spires, jagged edges, and it's gloomy, gothic nature. The sound of bats shrieking can be heard in the distance over the rain.

The league finally arrives at the front door, cold, wet, and thoroughly discomfited. An old man, a butler, looking out of time, opens the door, the child disappears inside. The butler welcomes everyone inside graciously but with a distant politeness. Despite the appearance of the exterior, the inside is well lit with warm light and seems inviting, though ostentatious. The league is relieved.

Until another massive lightning strike and thunder clap cuts the power off and the room is pitch black.

"Oh, you're here," a deep voice says from somewhere up above. No sooner are the words out than another lightning strike illuminates a dark, hulking figure on the staircase that was also definitely not there a second ago. At least two people scream.

Bruce is wildly confused as to why his guests are screaming, he didn't think any of them were afraid of the dark? The back up generator kicks on and the lights come back on and everybody seems to calm down. The rest of the dinner seems to go well (as well as a dinner can with the justice league and all of Bruce's kids) but strangely, to Bruce's confusion, it somehow only made his "spooky" reputation worse. He's not really sure why the whole league seems to think he lives in a haunted house.

[roman-royy]

CHARLIE, DENNIS, and MAC

iasip 05.05

[6clowncats]

nothing is clear.