#for asking me if I’m okay

[i-got-da-rubes]

“Thank you for asking what nobody else did.

What not even I considered.”

Drawn with my non-dominant hand.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay 3 things

1. I was thinking about an aroace Sonic who says things that can be taken as wildly flirty/romantic but he just means them genuinely. “You have beautiful eyes, I keep getting distracted while looking at them,” not cause he’s interested romantically in them but because eyes can be really cool and pretty man I dunno what to tell you he likes looking at cool things and he thinks his friends are neat. “You’re the most beautiful person here,” because he really thinks that, he loves his friends

2. Sonic randomly dropping heartfelt genuine comments on his friends out of the blue completely blindsiding them and then moves on like nothing happened while they’re left going ?????? Bonus points if he does something immensely stupid or jerkish just before or immediately afterwards and they can’t tell if he was serious or not with the compliment (yes he was)

3. Sonic usually being so allergic to truly vulnerable moments that when he expresses something heartfelt randomly Tails thinks he’s been stabbed or something and does not believe him when he reassures him that he’s fine he’s fine he’s not dying yeesh

[keferon]

Are you perhaps hiding any more vortex doodles from us that you would be willing to share? I like the silly attitude you give him lol

I’m Always hiding some Vortex (TexAid to be exact) doodles haha

Me and @hodd1 draw them all the time bc they’re our favourite niche goblins

Vortex design is based on Disformer's art

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

He just wants to be missed

[must-be-mr-boggins]

Betrayal as a love language >>>

[rynnthefangirl]

Fandom: omg Ford was so selfish to invite Stan to Gravity Falls just to take the journal and go far away. He only cares about himself and doesn’t care about Stan at all.

Literally Ford’s mental state in that scene:

[dipperscavern]

okay but imagine how feral would cregan be once he sees you pregnant with his child, that man is jumping on you any chance he getssss

LORD PLEASE HAVE MERCYS IM GOING TO COLLAPSE

he already heavily desires you… like, all the time. but once his seed takes, and the maesters confirm you’re with child. WHEw. and once you start to show?? OH ITS WRAPS

oh and especially if you’re not from the north. especially if you were taught women were undesirable while pregnant. cregan would be sooo quick to shut it down omg

“I.. did not think-“

“Did not think I would desire you? That as you gave me life, I would leave you wanting?”

TEE HEE. OH OU OH AND IF. if you have the same mannerism as rhaenyra when it comes to resting a hand on your stomach out of habit.. oh that’s all it takes. he’s reminded of the babe he put in your stomach all over again, and his expression grows distant before deciding your presence isn’t necessary right now & escorting you to your chambers.

[reidrum]

the wedding band is doing unspeakable things to my psyche. there is not a single instance in existence where i am normal about husband spencer walter reid. oh my fucking god. #NEEDTHAT viscerally. carnally. poetically even. just him that wedding band and nothing else on.

[cable-salamdr]

Sth archie covers except I drew them and went insane in the process

(There is more to come I just need to figure out how to draw and render an airplane first. click on them for details and such please yah yah)

[blossoms-phan]

many people are afraid to be real lovers. dan and phil are not

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[icantbotherwithusernames]

i want him stoned in the town square

(why does tumblr make the quality so bad, i promise it’s better)

[bluesgras]

a VERY happy new year’s eve from you to me :] here’s to doing more

[kelin-is-writing]

Dabi’s side profile. That’s it. That’s the post.

[ani-is-my-username]

Click for better quality

I haven’t made any “complete” pieces in a while so… yep (first time I show y’all a drawing I did of the Joxter‼️)

Oh and here’s a bonus 😉