#Very domestic

[up-the-bracket]

New chapter of my 90s fic is up!

Unmade Bed with Blue Throw,

Marc Whitney

[musicalhistorical]

In a discord server I'm in somebody lamented over how dirty the floors were of their fantasy setting. So I decided to draw a lil fantasy roomba, called Froomba.

Will definitely draw more of them.

[captain-rbf-benson]

Liv kissed her softly; ��I’ll make it worth it.” She teased, giggling.

She put her hands on Casey’s hips. “I love you.”

🌑 (senior-ada-novak)

Liv was in a nice, dreaming sleep. She was curled up on her side, still.

She felt the pressure of someone getting into bed.

She felt the pressure of someone getting into bed.

Liv awoke with a start and moved to pin the apparent assailant!

"Casey?" She groaned and got off her. "You ok?"

@senior-ada-novak

[lazylittledragon]

enrichment for the baby rogue

[lindamarieansonsnaps]

[tawnysoup]

the fritter (frin critter)

[bonesbonesbones69]

More tlt art about harrow getting carried around by gideon in stupid ways. I went back for the rest of the pics, I drew this stuff for like an hour instead of working yesterday.

[dilfmobius]

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

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Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt… nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.

[marlynnofmany]

We do deserve dogs.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sublime Equine.

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[jellyskink]

So... what if I took those AUs where Bill and Ford get married, only I kept the dynamic just as toxic as their canon relationship? Introducing: Domesticated Ford! A terrible universe where Ford knows he's been manipulated and doesn't care, and Bill could never love a creature so beneath him as anything more than a cute little pet. Other Fords hate this one

[pyxxiestyxx]

You're Safe

Thinking you outran the affini that had tried to block your path, to insist you follow them. You're safe.

Shakily closing the door to your house, triple locking it, pulling all the curtains shut. The adrenaline pumping through your veins slowwwwwly subsiding, coming out of you in shaken gasps and shudders. This was the third time this week that this affini had just 'happened' to find you. Something about the way they spoke just...unsettled you. As if you were already a floret, instead of an independent. You're safe.

You shower, scrubbing the fear and (dare you admit it) arousal off of your skin, thankful. You'll have to take a different way to work from now on, but that should be the end of it. You're safe.

Towelling off, realizing how quiet it is in your hab. jumping slightly at every noise, then telling yourself that no, its nothing. you check with your hab AI, affirming that yes. You're safe.

Crawling into your bed, underneath the weighted blanket and surrounded by cute plushies, the lights turning off. Knowing that tomorrow you might need to transfer ships, but for now… You're safe.

Slipping blissfully off into sleep…only to feel your weighted blanket get…heavier. Opening your eyes to see the affini. The Affini. The one with the claws and the wicked smile, running a sharpened claw down your cheek.

Your heartbeat rapidly sputtering out of control, but they place a vine on it and gently shush it.

Telling you the same words, over and over.

Because the only thing that could ever hurt you now….is already here with you <3 "You're Safe." "You're Safe." "You're Safe." "You're Safe."

[soullessjack]

your idea of domestic tfw2.0 is a gated community gay couple with an estranged/absent uncle. my idea of domestic tfw2.0 is sam banning violent video games in the bunker because jack keeps trying to do MK fatalities on monsters when they go hunting and dean won’t stop doing the narrator voice to encourage it. We are not the same

[rubikor]

would you hold my face softly and tell me it will be alright?

[great-and-small]

As an entomologist who runs a public-sector mosquito control program: thank you for helping with tying to educate people on why mosquitoes are important to the environment and should *not* be completely eradicated. Yes the populations of certain species should be controlled in certain areas, but with over 3000 different species worldwide (all occupying different habitats and ecological niches) complete elimination of mosquitoes in general both cannot and should not be done. Only a comparative handful of mosquito species are a concern re: spreading disease, the rest of them either don’t bite humans at all and/or they are not competent vectors.

And now because I can never resist plugging my faves: one example of how cool and unique mosquitoes can be is the species Uranotaenia sapphirina. Not only do they have beautiful metallic sapphire markings, they’re also the only currently known species to specialize in feeding on invertebrates! They will bite mammals and birds a bit, but they overwhelmingly prefer taking blood from earthworms and leeches!

Anyway, this ask is getting long so I’ll stop yapping. Your blog is cool and keep up the good work!

(P.S. can confirm that the photo you found was indeed an Aedes aegypti - another fascinating species in its own right not least because it’s one of the few invertebrates besides honeybees one could make the case to say is domesticated)

I have to sincerely thank you for not only your very kind words but also the gift of knowledge about several bugs that I will very much be falling down the rabbit hole to learn about. I have to admit I am in awe of her