#buh...

[goldengodcannibal]

Hate when you have the worst sleep and then your whole day is thrown off >:T

[sans-guy]

i know fell tries to be a scary guy but i cannot help but wanna smooch him and be nice to him and snuggle him

[ursulanoodles]

Okay, I think I’m pretty happy with how he turned out! I added my favorite Shane quotes as captions. I absolutely could not resist making“clothing therapy” Shane. I wish TS4 had some better options, but I think he looks cute regardless. :)

 You can download here on the TS4 gallery. In case that doesn’t work, my EA ID is Kowplant

[springhealed-walker]

brb being verbally reprimanded in the group chat

[panicfast]

save me foppish vampire save meee eee

[battleguitar]

false king

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 162

“So,” Danny drawled from where he was sitting, legs kicking slightly. Really, what a fun reincarnation. A world with heroes and villains where he didn’t have to do shit in and could just vibe with Ellie. 

“So,” Tim responded from where he was typing on his computer, mostly in civilian clothes save for his gauntlets and boots. The Red Robin outfit was haphazardly dropped across the couch and his pole leaning against the end. 

“Technically there’s proper procedures for clones…” Danny motioned to both himself and Ellie from where they sat on the counter, snacking on a plateful of scones. From Alfred, he was certain. 

“Technically, yes… but do we want to actually do that?” 

All three of them smiled, something almost feral in the motion. Of course not. They all had the same memories after all, and Bruce had just returned from the past, from exactly where and when Tim had said he was. Despite no one believing him, hence why they were in his boathouse, and not in the apartment or manor. 

“Think we can pull it off?” Ellie took a sip of tea, mischief swirling in her eyes. 

“Of course we can.” Both Danny and Tim spoke at once, one pulling up a new doc and the other pulling the whiteboard out from under a curtain. 

[moonbean117]

[cry-ptidd]

Beast

[a-whole-tempest-in-a-teacup]

(it is enough. it is more than enough.)

Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery | Mademoiselle Gachet in her garden at Auvers-sur-Oise, Vincent van Gogh (1890) | 'Toad' - Mary Oliver | About Time (2013) | 'No Choir' - Florence + the Machine | Comic by eOndine | The Amber Spyglass, Philip Pullman | Superstore 'All Sales Final' (2021) | 'The View Between Villages' - Noah Kahan | Meadow with Poplars, Claude Monet (1875) | 'The Orange' - Wendy Cope

[hood-ex]

Bruce I Don't Respect Dick's Friends Wayne

World's Finest: Teen Titans #1

Robin & Batman #2

[goldengodcannibal]

Something that's been on my mind a bit wrt transitioning is like....I guess....if/when I start. I mean, how do you unlearn...30 some odd years of being raised feminine/as a woman? I know that takes time but I guess it falls into line with a fear of, you know, when I visibly pass, but read as too feminine, that seems like something that would get me into trouble/harassed/assaulted...

[eyeeereee]

You hadn’t answered Megumi’s texts at all. He understood it was early in the morning so he just told himself you were still sleeping. But then noon came around and nothing.

Ok weird…

He sends you a text that he was gonna stop by, to which you still hadn’t answered. He was growing worried. He takes quick strides to your dorm room, doing his best to keep his heart at ease.

He knocks softly on your door.

No answer.

He gulps.

He opens the door, stepping inside your room, only to be met with a lump under the covers.

“Y/n?” He questions, he noticed the tensing of your shoulders even under then blankets.

“I’ve been texting you, what’s wrong?” He walks over to you ready to pull the sheets off of you.

“No! It’s cold.” You squeak out and he blinks. “Can I see your face?” You peak an eye out and his brows furrow at the sight of them being red and swollen.

“Why are you crying?” He kneels down and you clutch your stomach.

“I got my period. My stupid cramps hurt s’much megs.” You pout and he frowns.

“Uh—is there anything I can do to help?” He pulls the sheets more down so he can see your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You sigh, leaning your face into his palm.

“My heating pad and pills.” You mumble.

“They’re in that drawer.”

Megumi leaves a kiss on your forehead, sliding the drawer open and grabbing your things. He hooks in the heating pad and sets it to medium heat. After he feels it grow warmer, he opens your pills.

“Come on pretty.” He says so softly.

You wince when you sit up and it only worries Megumi, tugging at his heart strings. He helps you drink water and finish swallowing your medication. Giving you small kisses as a silent good job.

Once you lay back down, he places the heating pad over your lower abdomen, making you sigh in relief. He smiles at the pure bliss on your face. You look so tired, he wonders how long the pain kept you up. As if you read his mind you tug at his hand.

“Lay with me.” You whisper and he nods, a small smile gracing his lips.

He slides under the covers behind you, his hand lying right on top of the heating pad, adding pressure to your abdomen, making you feel even better. He nuzzles his nose in your hair, sighing once he’s comfortable.

“You had me worried you know?” He says low, his voice raspy, buzzing through your ear and throughout your body.

“I know I’m sorry, I was in a lot of pain.” His arm around you squeezes at that.

“Just try to let me know, you know I’ll do anything to help.” He pecks the shell of your ear, his hands now gliding through your hair soothingly.

“I will, thanks megs, I love you.” You whisper and he melts, his cheeks growing hot as he stuffs his face in the space between your neck and shoulder blade.

“I love you too.” He murmurs.

He falls asleep before you, only then do you check your phone, giggling at all the messages he had sent.

Poor baby.

© eyeeereee

[tapakah0]

[drowzyscatterbrain]

manifest from the shadow the moment i saw his face begin to show discomfort.

standing over him, i saw the signs of his growing distress.

magic electrifying the stale air, increasingly unevened breath, limbs tensing up and twitching here and there...and i reached out just as the first disturbed hum escaped him.

night terror begin to fade when i hover my inhuman hand upon his skull. then, placing my thumb over his furrowed bonebrows, gently easing them as if physically wiping the bad feelings away.

slowly, but surely, his form relaxed. breathing pace returns normal as he settles back down.

then, putting both of my hands on sides of his skull, i leaned down, lightly placing my forehead on his before i closed my unblinking eyes.

in his now empty dreamscape, he drifts in silence, visions of timeline horror from moments ago became nothing but a fuzzy memory.

fuzzy...and warm.

then the darkness around him shifted. rippling, fluttering as if made of silk, wrapping around him in the most gentle way possible.

two waves of darkness, brushing over his cheekbones like a pair of hands...caressing his hands, cradling his face ever so lovingly.

as the ripples continue to surround him, he felt his sockets grows increasingly heavy, despite already being asleep.

distant whispers was heard as everything grows more and more fuzzy.

'good night.' was the last thing he heard before he fell further into the realm of sleep.

sans woke up hours later, somewhat more rested than average.

but the dream faded away. still there, yet unable to be recalled.

feeling funky.

kinda wanna contort into an eldritch horror that lurks in the shadows and absorbs his bad dreams when he sleeps.

i can be the weird entity under his bed. or in the dark corners of his room.

yea.

[applestruda]

impulse has a tumblr,,,,,