#but I think I'd do okay

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[mamawasatesttube]

thinking about timkon absolutely inscrutable flirting. like tim, being tim "foot in mouth, all the way to the ankle" drake, will often just say some mildly insane shit, and kon, because he is kon, is always unfortunately like 😳🥺🥰😊 about it, so tim thinks hes some kind of god of flirting. nobody else subjected to witnessing them thinks that.

[insertsomthinawesome]

[requests are closed] Anon i'm sorry this is so late I finished these months ago. I meant to draw more but never got around to it UUUH. SORRY SLDKJSLDGKJSD I love them so much. I need to draw them more. ;;v;;

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

[chalkrub]

so i got through to the top 300 for the pokemon tcg contest. i'm feeling normal about it........feeling very normal and sane. which is why i also drew this in ms paint

[krysmcscience]

Saw this post and couldn't resist because,

1.) @tesscourtes' human!Bill is a lil cutie-patootie menace that I very badly wanted to draw, and,

2.) I have a - M I G H T Y - N E E D - for any version of human!Bill to find any way he possibly can to annoy Ford a whole lot :D

Also, 3.) I like to headcanon that Bill's knowledge in The Sciences is mostly limited to 'Ways I Can Make A Really Cool Doomsday Portal', and everything else he knows is just a slapdash mix of the stuff he remembers from whatever schooling he went through on Euclydia, a whole awful lot of lucky guesses (which he WILL gaslight you about if you tell him he's wrong), and - naturally - conning all the rest of the answers he needs out of any more educated saps who are unfortunate enough to be around him at the time (answers which he will then proceed to take credit for), so as far as I'm concerned, this "outfit" is perfect for him.

Ignore the shitty backgrounds, I am sick to death of doing backgrounds, I just want to draw goofy shenanigans, okay???

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 3 - Cider Press

Can't wait for a sippy sippy~

If you'd like to support my BAWKtobering by buying a commission or a treat for my spoiled, spoiled chickens, all my links are in my pinned- *i am immediately mobbed by a flock of chickens and dragged off stage in a cloud of feathers*

[why-the-heck-not]

the scarf is coming along and soon I'll have to get used to wearing *gasp* actual colors that aren't black or grey or so dark they could be mistaken for black when it's dark out

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[canisalbus]

Would Machete still be Catholic in modern!AU?

He was raised in a very traditional household, went through a fraught crisis of faith in his teens, became a disillusioned atheist and then eventually more or less made his peace with the whole thing and slid back a little bit to the secular/lapsed catholic territory.

[dailymanners]

Being civil =/= being two faced. If you have to regularly see and deal with someone, such as a roommate, co-worker or other type of work associate such as a supplier, classmate, etc. If you don't like them or have personal qualms with them, for the sake of everyone around you be civil with them.

Of course this isn't about abusers or people who make you feel unsafe. This is about people who you just don't get along with or you just find to be annoying.

If you're uncivil with someone you regularly need to be around, you are making the environment worse for everyone around you including the co-workers and classmates you might actually like and get along with. Few people find it comfortable to even have to be in the vicinity of people being uncivil with each other.

Why make the whole atmosphere of your home, workplace, classroom, etc. uncomfortable for everyone there just because you don't like someone or have personal qualms with them? Don't drag others into your personal mess with your co-worker or roommate etc.

Of course you can still assert boundaries while being civil with someone. In fact you should, in a civil manner, keep your boundaries up. That's the difference between "Sorry Guðmundur, I appreciate your offer for me to join you for lunch but I'll have to pass" vs "Oh like hell am I going to join you for lunch after what you said about me at the staff party Guðmundur!" the former is just being a civil adult, while the latter is making an uncivil environment that is likely going to make your other co-workers uncomfortable.

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[teaboot]

mr teaboot sir, how do i decide on a name for myself?? i'm transmasc and want a cool and masculine name, but i don't know what to chose. i have a longish list of possible names, but i don't know which ones feel right. any advice?

I've never really wanted a different name very bad but my advice is for clothes is that if you dress in fashionable styles that feel uncomfortable, you won't come off as confident as you do in clothes that you like and enjoy wearing, so instead of focusing on how you should appear, focus on how you like appearing.

Or, like. Forget "cool" factor, and find one that you' like to hear.

What's one that sounds nice coming from a loved one?Or what makes you think of good things? I'd probably start there, and maybe take em for a spin with someone you trust before making any legal changes, just to try them out.

I might not have a lot of experience here, but that's what feels good to me, at least.

Sorry I can't be more help

[dykeofmisfortune]

doing this thing i call "reading every class high school lit book i missed out on" partially because as an english minor i feel like a lot of ppl in my english lectures have already read these books in higschool partially because high school english classes suck balls and i think the way they taught kids to read books was lame and dumb as hell and killed love for reading and i think some of these books they make kids read should never be experienced in a classroom setting

[mumblingsage]

Product Recommendation: Surviving the Respiratory Crud Edition

Various unpleasant viruses and stuff are going around, and I think I got the mild version - it's not COVID and in my case didn't even include a fever, just a ton of congestion and a nagging cough. It's been a week and I'm on the recovery upswing but still not there yet. The good news is I can forget, for hours at a time, that I'm ill, thanks to taking these products on the scheduled doses. And Robitussin wasn't lying when they said their raspberry is 'better tasting': it still tastes like cold medicine, but is strikingly palatable and minimally cloying (identical taste in both this and the longer-lasting nighttime formula). I can also attest it got me through my bought of COVID last year.

The Throat Coat sweet ginger fennel, meanwhile, is like candy. Naturally mentholated candy, which might feel a bit weird but in a very good way when it's simultaneous numbing your throat and cold-steaming open your sinuses (that's how it feels to me, anyway). Throat Coat does a tea that I'm enjoying, too, which doesn't taste like medicine at all but just a soothing, not-too-sweet but not-at-all-bitter herbal tea.

Anyway, this is a recommendation if you have the time and means to stock up before the crud gets you, and because it was a nice surprise to find cold medicine that's not only quickly effective but also tastes fine.

[charleslelurk]

Would love to read your idea for 18 🩸 Carlando!

Carlando + Vampire

From here

There's a reason Carlos can't work out at home, and it's mostly Lando. Or well… mostly Lando when he hasn't fed in days, when he's a little on edge and going to need to drink soon. That version of Lando is why. 

Which is how Carlos has found himself tackled onto the bed by his slightly smaller but much stronger boyfriend. He didn't realize, didn't know Lando was multiple days into the week without feeding, and Carlos had begun a small free weight circuit on the patio before he found himself embraced from behind, Lando's face pressed into Carlos's neck right beside his jugular, smelling Carlos's rapidly pulsing blood through his skin. 

Carlos was wrangled to the bedroom quickly after that. 

"Fuck, Carlos," Lando moans as he licks Carlos's collarbone, tongue protruding from between his distended canines. They're normally longer than his other teeth, his smile full of character and gap-toothed, but they push out even further when he's hungry. "It's been days, fuck."

As much as it's a surprise he's ended up in this situation today, Carlos can't help but adore Lando like this, shaking and needy and desperate for Carlos. The thrill of having what Lando needs, to be able to provide that to him… it has Carlos's heart beating out of his chest, loud enough that even without Lando's superhuman hearing, Carlos can hear it thundering. 

Carlos brings a hand up to cup the side of Lando's face as he makes his way down Carlos's chest, tongue winding a river between his pecs. He can feel Lando quivering with need, controlling himself as much as he can given the circumstances. It makes Carlos feel insane, that Lando is using all of his self control for him. 

"Take what you need, yes?" Carlos says, brushing his hand down to put his fingers on Lando's chin and raise his head. Lando could easily resist, but he's good for Carlos, good to Carlos, and obediently lifts his eyes to meet his lover's. 

"Okay," Lando says, eyes nearly black as his pupils dilate. "Yeah, okay."

Given permission, his body relaxes–tension leaving even as he still shakes–and Carlos lets go of Lando's chin to allow him to turn back to Carlos's body, to choose where to drink. 

"You smell so good," Lando says against Carlos's stomach, lips just above his navel. It tickles and Carlos tries not to squirm. 

"My blood is singing for you."

Lando shakes his head, lips never leaving Carlos's skin, just resting and brushing along his smooth torso. "Not just your blood," Lando says, wetly licking down to Carlos's v lines. "But your musk and your sweat and your…"

Carlos waits but Lando trails off, losing the thought. He watches Lando instead press his face into the junction of Carlos's leg and groin, where his femoral artery runs beneath the skin. He takes such a long inhale, Carlos feels his skin beneath Lando's nose go cold from how hard he sucks in the breath. 

"Please, Lando," Carlos coaxes. "Feed."

Lando moans, closing his eyes, and Carlos's dick jerks beside his head. It's a beautiful sight, his hard cock beside Lando's curls. He wants to ruin them. But first, Lando needs to eat. 

"Come, come," Carlos says, jostling Lando between his legs with gentle pushes of his knees into Lando's ribs. He turns his head to the inside of Carlos's thigh and gently kisses the skin, delicate and with care, before he lifts his eyes to meet Carlos's own and opens his mouth, canines long and sharp, and bites. 

The immediate sting disappears as Lando's venom numbs the bite, just the ghost of it remaining. Carlos gasps, dick hardening at the sucking sensation of Lando drinking his blood. 

"Muy bien, muy bien,"  Carlos murmurs in praise as Lando drinks. He doesn't stay in one place long, doesn't want to cause scars or drink too much too fast and cause Carlos to go unconscious. He licks the wound on Carlos's thigh to seal it and comes back up Carlos's body. Lando pauses to give Carlos's hard cock a small kiss to the head, and Carlos lets out a tiny, whining noise. Another day, if they were having sex without Lando needing to feed, Lando would have a coy look or a glint in his eyes about it. Today, he doesn't notice his affect on Carlos and focuses on his next spot to feed. 

He sinks his teeth into the outside of Carlos's hip, into the meat of the muscle. The blood there can't even be good, isn't plentiful without a large vein, but Lando loves where Carlos's body is strong, capable despite the fragility of being human. He always says they couldn't do this if Carlos wasn't so strong, if his heart couldn't take the strain, if he wasn't like a bull that refused to be taken to slaughter. There's still a fine line they walk, still an amount that is too much, but the draining effects of Lando's feeding, if done right, like now, only add to Carlos's pleasure. 

Carlos's hands find Lando's hair as the second drink still makes him feel woozy for a moment, Lando putting him on the exact line they play with, but not over. It's glorious. 

Lando doesn't stay long at Carlos's hip. Once again, he licks the wound shut and moves further up Carlos's body. Carlos's hands are still in Lando's hair, gripping. They tighten when he realizes Lando is eyeing his peck. It makes Lando pause, cuts through the hungry focus he has. He glances up at Carlos, a check in. When Carlos's hands relax again, Lando descends. 

He bites beside Carlos's nipple, close enough for Carlos to let out a deep moan at the sensation. The pain fades quickly, and then the sucking sensation just on the fringe of where he's sensitive has his cock throbbing. 

"Lando."

He can feel the way Lando is smiling around his canines sunk into Carlos's skin. He stops quickly again, careful not to drink too much too fast. When he raises his head this time, Carlos tips his head back, baring his neck. 

"Please."

Lando reaches up and gently trails two fingertips down the vein in Carlos's neck. His look is soft, despite the way his pupils are still blown, his eyes black depths. 

"It's dangerous," he says, both a consideration and a warning. It's a large vein, easy to drink too much from far too fast. 

Carlos nods vigorously. "Just a little bit," he says, accent catching on the T's. He tugs on Lando's hair, like he is going to pull Lando up his body to his neck. "Please." 

His second plea seems to break something in Lando. He makes a rabid little noise and brings his mouth to Carlos's jugular without preamble, sinking his canines in and sucking. Carlos opens his mouth in a silent moan, eyes wide and hands buried in Lando's curls, holding him close. His hips kick up into Lando's body above him, rubbing their cocks together, as Carlos's vision swims for a moment. 

Lando pulls back even as his hips grind down into Carlos's. "You're–it's so–"

"Good, yes?" Carlos pants, vision still swimming. He feels Lando lick his neck and then settle back between Carlos's legs, his hands running down Carlos's thighs. 

"Delicious."

Carlos lets out a guttural moan at the word, closing his eyes and letting his knees fall open with Lando between them. 

"Lando, please."

"Yeah? Please? What do you need?" Lando takes Carlos's hard cock in his hand, jerking him dryly a handful of times. He's finally not shaking, having drunk his fill. Carlos has given Lando what he needs, and now Lando can give Carlos what he needs. 

"Lando, please, fuck me."