#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...

[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,,,,,

[wyrmswears]

yknow what, fuck you, [unhumans your previous elemental masters of lightning and ice and makes them best friends^_^]

Ice is an unspecified eldritch being. He has an uncanny valley effect on humans that unnerves the majority of the team who in turn can't understand how Libber, Garmadon, and Wu don't feel unsettled by him. Eventually, the teams warms up to him, and though no one becomes as close to him as Libber is, everyone knows they can come to him if they want to hex their ex or get a demon exorcised (sometimes these are one and the same).

Libber is a raijū and though this isn't common knowledge when she joins the elemental masters, news quickly spreads; she isn't great at keeping secrets. She DOES bite and Maya learnt this the hard way.

more art but also cw for death under read more