#i spend way too long on this lol

[ban--tam]

what a week, huh

[alchemiclee]

when your workaholic boyfriend falls asleep on the sofa and you want to hang out with him 📝💤📖

bonus gift i did for my secret santa event i hosted! the winner of the raffle was @pixe7ed 🩵

[aroacefanartist]

hi hello apologies but this is gonna be really rambl-y (also the crossed out stuff is mostly unimportant, i just like talking abt them)

robin (dc) is a mantle that a lot of different characters have had over the years, and some of those characters are here multiple times so i made a list of all the robins (feat theyre numbers on your list (some of these are pointless to say, bc theyre here only once anyway, i just like to list all off them off) (so many lists hehe)

Dick Grayson: 24 (im not sure if this is meant as just generally robin ,but all the others are specefied and he was the og so), 108 (he is curently nightwing), 377 (idk much abt the talon thing but it specifies his name so it doesnt matter lol)

Jason Todd: 188 (stole the wheels of the batmombile, became the second robin, died and now hes red hood)

Tim Drake: 184 (red robin is his current vigilante persona), 436 (third robin, he figured out batmans secret identity)

Stephanie Brown: 111 (showed up and just never left, currently spoiler)

Duke Thomas: 236 (he was an unofficial robin, but im not sure he was ever an official one and the quick google search is split but i think its fine to include him) (hes signal, kinda wanna add more but idk what :/)

Damian Wayne: 186 (the current robin and my favorite stabby child <3(what i mean is he was raised as an asassin and thus has actually killed ppl. hes my fave. actually theyre all my fave. but him<3 yknow?))

Okay the list of all the submissions is here, I'm sending it here prior to getting the candidates list set up so you can all go over it, if you see any mistakes, doubles, or anything of the sort please let me know so that can be corrected.

This should give you a good idea on who will make it in, but I'd prefer to make sure I didn't make any mistakes that could cost someone a spot or give someone one they didn't deserve.

[bittasol]

clarazz are so strong if i was (vaguely in love with and) slightly possessive of my best friend and the whole world was obsessed with him (like i was) id crash out 😭

[ganondoodle]

realized i painted half the environments on the first pages of chapter two in the wrong color and it kinda deflated the determination i had to push myself to get the first comic update out asap :/

[thewonderousjaysky]

Another mer zero bc I'm better at drawing him now and I still like this design lol

[jimmyclueless]

i shouldnot . have spent that much time . coloring the mudhut</333 aauau

[icewindandboringhorror]

recent things and such~

[screwpinecaprice]

In the city!

Commission for  missyuniverse_ for her fanfic at Wattpad! ( account: Kittens_escapism or juanitasuniverse ) 😊😊😊

[syn0vial]

i regularly get tags in my boba fett posts that say something along the lines of "#he needs a hug" so i'd like to pose a question to my fett fan followers:

assuming it came from someone he genuinely likes and cares about (think beviin or mirta), how do you think boba would react to someone hugging him?

[quaranmine]

the amount of math i put into figuring out my PTO is honestly so funny. i've probably spent like 2 hours this week and last week just playing with the leave calculator spreadsheet my coworker gave me. this morning i added a sheet for 2026 so now i'm calculating my PTO out that far. i basically already have a plan of how i'm taking time off for 2025 so as to maximize my time off in 2026. i dont think this is a normal level of attention to detail but at least i'm having fun

[poesielibre]

Horn project

Yes, I started another mod project. I am making horns this time. This is the ''Fancy'' version of this set. It still needs refits, variants and custom materials before this one is done.

[deus-ex-mona]

my five surviving braincells when something remotely good happens:

[whimsicalcotton]

apf 20 :O

20 - on a scar

so i ended up setting this somewhere vaguely in the polluted marrow-verse bc How Could I Not w that prompt combo <3

CW for some talk of self-harm

Max won't stop giving her this look.

Chloe's grown used to the weight of her wide-eyed stare — well, sort of — but this feels somehow different. Heavier, hesitant. 

It started midway through their trip. Rachel had called a little earlier in the evening, waxing poetic about her long day and asking if they wanted to pick her up and head out for a bit to de-stress. So Chloe hopped in the truck with Max in tow, and after rescuing Rachel from the dungeon known as Blackwell's dormitories, they’d decided that then was as good a time as any to introduce Max to their tradition of impromptu midnight picnics. One stop at the convenience store and several bags of sweets later, they’ve all settled down in the flatbed, half huddled together and watching the stars between bites. 

Rachel's hoarding a bag of skittles and spinning a tale of Andromeda’s chains when Max starts shivering. Chloe interrupts to ask if they want to head back and is shot down in short order by two different pouts and a dramatic whine of, “No way, I'm just getting to the good part.” So instead she squirms out of her jacket and insists on handing it off to Max, hoping it still carries a bit of residual heat. 

That's when Max starts looking. Bushy little brows upturned in quiet concern, moving to absentmindedly fidget with the jacket collar. It’s something Chloe has come to recognize as a mark of overthinking, a sign that Max is worrying far too much about something more than likely out of her control. 

“Yo, Mad Max,” Chloe calls over to her as Rachel finishes. “C’mere.” She shifts a bit and motions in invitation for Max to come snuggle up to her. Max wastes no time making good on the offer. “What’s with the sad puppy eyes? Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

Rachel moves a little closer too, leans into Chloe’s other side. “I think,” she murmurs, reaching down to run her fingertips over a patch of raised skin on the inside of Chloe’s forearm, feather-light. “She’s worried about these. Am I right?”

Max nods, timid and tentative.

Chloe forgets about her scars, sometimes. She’s used to them. Used to covering them up without a second thought, used to glancing them over, used to ignoring them for the sake of surviving a hot summer day. A good chunk of them are even hidden amidst her tattoo at this point, and she’s learned to ignore what few remain in the open. By now they’ve grown pale and thick with age, not having seen the returning glint of a sharp edge in a long while. Which is a good thing, she supposes; even if their discoloration and visible shift in texture make them almost as easy to spot as when they were fresh. 

“Oh.” She swallows hard, takes a sudden interest in examining the scuffs of her boots. “Don’t stress yourself out about it, Max. They’re getting pretty old. No worries, yeah?”

But Max remains unconvinced. She nestles herself further into Chloe, holds the girl's arm in both of hers and hides her face in the crook of her neck. “M’sorry,” she whispers, half lost to the dark.

Before Chloe can even think of an adequate reassurance, Rachel answers for her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she offers with a soft smile. “I took care of them.” She turns up to Chloe again, donning a slightly more unimpressed expression. “Most of them. When you’d let me, anyways.”

“Oi, I don’t think now is the time for petty technicals.”

“What, like she doesn’t already know how stubborn you can be?” Rachel counters in a lighthearted scoff. She laces their fingers together, gives Chloe’s hand a gentle squeeze. “My point is, you weren’t dealing with it alone. You had me looking after you.” 

They're quiet, for a minute or two, before Max finds her voice. “G-Good,” she says, emerging from her hiding place just long enough to pull back and nuzzle into Chloe’s shoulder. She presses a soft, cottony kiss to one of the less visible scars lurking amongst curls of inky thorn and ribbon. Then another, then another. “Thank you.”

Chloe bites back a shiver of her own.

[devilsskettle]

going from not having friends at work but liking the people i work with to having friends at work to not really having friends at work and not really liking the people i work with …… kind of terrible. i used to be kind of happy to go to work, and now it’s like. just miserable for my whole day every day

[sysig]

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