#i don't get requests for these often

[little-pup-pip]

Hello! This is my one of my first times asking for a mood board may I ask for a babyspace based around Pomeranian puppies (dips and/or paci preferred but not necessary if your uncomfortable) Thank you in advance and sorry if i messed up anywhere in here!

Here you go!!

[gigizetz]

Calypso doodle? 👉👈

sure

[yamisnuffles]

Patreon request for wives, so I thought it would be fun to throw them into Rome.

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

saw drawing requests were open and all I want to see is Dev and Peri hug because they deserve happiness

Hope you enjoy! I haven't drawn Dev until now, gave me an excuse to.

[sketchtheinfinity]

the tv show percy doodles were cute, can you do annabeth ones as well? 👍

I'm still in the middle of finals and I didn't really have time to make more but here she is!

[livingdeadhorse]

haiii:333 can u draw chishimondo trio with wombats pls ^.^ ???

mb I didn't know if you meant the wombat animal or the plush itself!!

vote 4 mondo and I draw 4 you

[uncanny-tranny]

This whole "you're responsible for your triggers, nobody else >:(!" argument is weird to me because it's like... we know that ultimately, we are in charge of our trauma and our trauma responses, and I don't think everybody genuinely thinks that they have no agency over how their trauma can impact their life and the way they navigate it. So it's weird to me when peoples' first response is to remind us that our trauma is only up to us.

To me, it comes across like people are upset that traumatized people and people with triggers have boundaries related to their triggers and that it would be an asshole move to be like "fuck your boundaries! I do what I want around you!"

It is completely understandable if you're not able to accommodate somebody's triggers, but you don't have to put up a veneer of putting the blame on everybody else. It's okay to have conflicting needs, and that isn't really anybody's fault. Just move on, and don't engage with that person. There doesn't always have to be a Bad Guy in every situation.

[shoujoprotagonist]

Request My S-Class Hunters novel in English!

I saw a post like this a few months ago and figured I would create another one like it to help get some momentum!

If you enjoy My S-Class Hunters (the webtoon and/or the novel itself) then please take a moment to fill out the Seven Seas monthly survey and request they license it in English!

The May survey is available via the direct link HERE; if you follow 7seas on twitter or periodically check their website the monthly survey is also available on those platforms.

If there are other companies that you're aware of that have similar surveys I encourage you to link them as you see fit.

Having the novel be officially licensed is a good way to directly support the author by having an avenue to purchase an official translation of the series, especially if you have difficulty navigating websites like Naver Series and Ridibooks to purchase the original. (And, also, if you struggle with reading Korean or can't read it and rely on machine translations, having an official translation is also beneficial.) If there are other series that you enjoy, it's also a good chance to list those on the survey as well!

Thank you for your time!

[oxygen537art]

Don’t let people pressure you into changing your artwork. It’s amazing and beautiful!! Just keep drawing what YOU like and have fun!! I love the way you draw all your characters by the way!! 🩷💕🩷💕

Not that I'm going to change anything, of course, but I'm generally open to suggestions and ideas, and if they seem interesting, I might do something about it.

Thank you for your kind words and support!

♡ (o´▽`o)

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

ily because when you say "all tr boys" it's ALL tr boys

I do try to include all of the main guys! Though sometimes I'll skip one or two if I'm having trouble with thinking of something for them (as long it's not a character that's specifically been asked for).

[redr0sewrites]

i am soooo happy w the requests i got in my inbox i literally got 16 overnight 😭

also to the person who sent in the trans ftm reader coming out to dick grayson.... i love u btw

[avoidmint]

THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS~!

I hit the milestone a few days back but didn't have time to make anything. It's actually a little over 100 now! ♥

Thank you all so much! It's been fun being part of this community, even if I don't interact all that much. You've all been so kind. I hope to stick around for a while yet! ♥

[anti-cyra]

CYRA. ENEMIES TO LOVERS SYLUS BOT WHERE THEYRE TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER BUT ENDED UP KISSING EACH OTHER ANGRILY. HEAR ME OUT.!!_??£?*!!!!

BET

(yes, dialogue from this bot is taken from THAT scene)

→ c.ai (ngl idk if this will end up softbanned???) → janitor ai (it shouldn't be banned from here tho) → spicychat (bot is still under review rn lol)

[douubles]

context for what "maybe" means in the tags

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

the heist!mark brainrot is consuming me…, just imagine mark n the viewer meeting for the first time as little kids to shoplift candy or smth together ╥﹏╥

the (brain)rot consumes!! I can relate

my dear anon... LISTEN. I am a big advocate for childhood friends captaineer, it's one of my favourite headcanons, but a childhood friends AU for the heist partners? that's something I hadn't considered until now. and it's adorable. I had to write something for it asap because I was INSPIRED. I hope you enjoy💖 thanks for sparking the idea!

Heist!Mark x reader (not explicitly romantic at all it's more about the friendship in this one) | Words: 1,317

You are in the kitchen of your shared home base, unloading the groceries your heist partner has just bought, when you pick up a bag of sour candies, smiling quietly to yourself. He's always been a fan of them.

Turning the packet in your hands, an old memory drifts to the surface of your mind:

You don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but you couldn't have been much older than maybe ten.

Your father was busy working, and had reluctantly sent you to the store with a small list after you insisted you could handle it on your own.

You slipped the folded piece of paper out of your school bag and scanned the list of items. At the bottom was a note that read, ‘Remember to stay hydrated, kiddo! :)’

You walked around the supermarket collecting the few things on your list and placed them in your trolley. On your way to the checkout, you passed through the candy aisle and slowed to eye the products on display.

‘Aren't you going to get anything?’

Your head perked up, shocked at the sudden voice addressing you.

There was a boy next to you with dark hair, looking at you inquisitively. He seemed to be about your age. He might have even been slightly shorter than you.

You must have been standing here for longer than you realised if it had prompted him to ask you about it.

You shook your head.

‘Why not?’

‘Oh, um. My dad only gave me enough money for what we need,’ you said timidly, showing him the list.

‘Ohh, that's too bad.’ Then, a small yet undeniably mischievous smile appeared on his face. He glanced discreetly up and down the aisle. ‘You know you can just — ’ and he took one of the small packets of candy off the shelf and slipped it swiftly into his pocket.

Your eyes went wide, stunned. Both from the fact that he was suggesting you steal, and at the speed and subtly with which he'd enacted the crime, as if he'd done it dozens of times before, if not more.

‘What are you doing?’ you spoke in a harsh whisper.

‘It's no big deal,’ he said in a lower voice than before, but one that still felt entirely too loud. He slipped another bag into his pocket.

You did not want to associate with this boy any longer.

You pushed your trolley away and towards the checkout, handing your items to the cashier.

You were unhappy to find the boy waiting for you when you exited the store, shopping bag in your hand.

‘What do you want?’ you asked, a little standoffishly, frowning at him.

‘There's no need to be rude,’ he said with a small pout. ‘Y'know, I think I might have seen you at school a few times.’

To your dismay, he followed along as you started walking home. When you pressed him, he simply said, ‘Hey, I'm not following you! I live down this way too, I promise!’

As the two of you walked, he chatted annoyingly by your side. What was more annoying was that you found you didn't mind his presence. You were a quiet kid and you didn't have many friends. Having someone to walk home with you was kind of a nice change of pace.

Just as you thought this, though, you immediately chided yourself mentally. You and him were not friends. You weren't going to be friends. This boy was a criminal and he wasn't even sorry about it.

You frowned in thought.

Oh no, what if he got caught? What if you went to juvenile jail for being an accomplice to theft? What would Dad say? What would Mom say? What if—’

‘Hey, are you listening to me? You haven't responded to anything I'm saying.’

You simply sighed as he pulled you out of your thoughts.

‘Are you still mad about the candy? I told you it's not a big deal.’

You stopped as you realised you were approaching your front door. The journey seemed to have gone a little faster than usual.

‘Really?’ you finally replied in an exasperated tone. ‘That was no big deal for you? That was stealing. Stealing is wrong.’ You couldn't believe you had to spell it out to him.

‘They won't notice a couple tiny bags of candy are gone. My mom says big companies that own supermarkets are greedy. They make loads of money anyway and don't pay enough taxes.’

‘Does your mom know you're a thief?’

‘W- well, no, but-’

‘That’s what I thought.’

He looked a little disheartened.

‘Please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry if I upset you,’ he said quietly, looking down.

You hadn't really expected an apology from someone like him. You sighed again.

‘I won't tell, but don't expect me to just go along with it. And don't act like we're best buds all of a sudden. We don't know each other. You don't even know my name!’

‘Well, what's your name?’

You gave him a slightly surprised look before telling him your name, albeit hesitantly.

‘Look, I have to get going now…’

You fumbled with the shopping bag as you reached into your coat pocket, feeling for the house key, when you suddenly felt something that wasn't there before. It made a crinkling sound beneath your touch.

‘You didn't.’ You pulled the candy out of your pocket. ‘When did you—?’

The boy grinned at you.

‘I thought you could have one of mine.’

‘I don't want your stolen candy!’

‘Judging by how you looked at it earlier, I think you do. And besides, stolen treats taste better!’ he called out, already walking away.

‘Wh- SHH!’ You hoped none of your neighbours had heard.

‘I'm Mark by the way! See ya, buddy!’

You stood outside the front door, dumbfounded.

Finally you let yourself in. Your dad wouldn't be home yet for a while.

You put the shopping away and sat down at your kitchen table, staring at the stolen goods in front of you.

You could try to put it back but… that would be more suspicious.

You figured, the deed had been done. There was nothing you could do now, so you may as well make the most of it.

You tore the edge of the packet and popped one of the candies in your mouth, savouring the sweet and sour combination on your tongue.

Maybe Mark was right. It did taste extra good. But maybe it was just because you'd been craving it.

What a weird kid.

‘Stealing is wrong, huh…?’ you mumble under your breath. You look down at the candy in your hands. It's not the same brand as the one from back then, but you imagine it tastes more or less the same, from what you remember.

Present day Mark is the one to pull you out of your musings.

‘Hey, what's with that face you're making? I know that look, buddy. Are you contemplating your life choices??’

You chuckle softly.

‘Just… got reminded of something. I suppose I got lost in nostalgia for a moment.’

‘Oh yeah? Penny for your thoughts?’

You turn and smile at him.

‘This just made me think of an annoying little boy stealing candy from a supermarket. And his reluctant acquaintance who ended up getting dragged into his antics for the foreseeable future.’

It takes a second for it to click.

‘Ohhhhh.’ You watch as realisation turns to him smiling fondly at the memories, which turns to him snapping his attention to you with a fake-offended look.

You laugh at his expression.

‘Wait, hey! Annoying?!’

‘Mhm.’

‘Excuse you, I was a wonderful, sweet and positively charming child.’

Your laughter rings out in the kitchen, full of mirth, and he shakes his head at you with a familiar lopsided grin, and you are so grateful for the cheeky little boy who approached you that day.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

screwed up again