#keep sending in requests if you want

[violent138]

I feel like Jason would wind up married for some reason and just not tell anyone. And then one of his henchmen, while fighting the Bats during one of their weekly ideological disputes on how to handle a shared problem would go, "No wonder he hates you guys, you're ruining his damn honeymoon!" and all hell would break loose.

[dailyhogz]

109. quick silver for the road

[propertyofkylar]

rescue - whitney x gn!pc

"Fuuuck."

Being attacked was nothing new in this town, obviously, but that didn't mean it didn't suck every time. You sucked in a raggedy breath as you leaned your head against the wall, trying to remember if you were supposed to tilt your head up or down when you had a nosebleed.

You'd manage to kick your attackers off and send them scrambling away, but you didn't leave without injuries of your own. Your ankle hurt too much for you to move right now, so you sat in the alley and hoped it would feel better soon so you could hobble home before someone else came after you. At least you still had another pepper spray canister - Kylar was good for some things. You almost wished that he would find you here. He had that knife, and he was sort of caring in an insane way...

It was then that you heard more footsteps coming down the alleyway. You tensed up and held out the pepper spray. "Don't fucking come another step closer," you called out, hoping your voice wasn't shaking as badly as you thought it was.

"That's so cute that you think that could stop me," a familiar voice came. You almost jumped up in surprise, but your ankle gave out and you crashed back down to the pavement.

"You could just say hi for once, Whitney," you groaned, turning your head so he wouldn't notice the nosebleed. It always felt humiliating for him to see you like that, especially because he enjoyed seeing you so weak.

"Wouldn't be as fun," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "You look like shit, slut."

You groaned again and turned to face him, feeling blood drip from your nose. "Thanks. I had no idea."

A brief look of what seemed like panic flashed on his face before his expression settled into his normal smug look, making you wonder if you were just seeing things. "The fuck happened to you?"

You didn't answer. You thought it was pretty obvious.

"Who did it? Where'd they go?" He looked around, as if the attackers were still right there. "Messing with my fucking property..."

"I don't fucking know. It doesn't matter," you sighed. You really weren't in the mood to deal with him at the moment for obvious reasons.

He paused for a moment. "Stay right there, slut."

"Whitney -" you started, but he was already gone. Fucking great. And not like you were going anywhere in this state anyway.

It wasn't too long before he came back, gripping a bunch of crumpled-up napkins in one hand and a cup in another. Whitney squatted down next to you and set the cup on the ground. It was a milkshake.

You tilted your head, silently asking him why. He rolled his eyes.

"You've got blood all over your face. Grabbed napkins from the cafe, and thought I might as well get something out of this," he moved the cup so it was pressed against your ankle, providing sweet relief. At the same time, he leaned in and took a hold of your chin, gently wiping your face.

"Be a good slut and hold still," he murmured. The intensity of his stare made you feel frozen in place, anyway.

The tender way he touched you reminded of you of when you were little and Robin would fall and skin his knee. You would sit next to him with a damp towel and gently wipe at the injury, soothing his tears. It was a nurturing sort of action - not at all what you would expect from Whitney.

Once Whitney was finished, he grabbed the milkshake and leaned against the wall, taking a sip. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and with the other, offered you the cup, which you took with a small smile.

"Where are your friends?" You asked. It was rare to see him without a gang following him.

Whitney shrugged. "Ditched 'em. Looked like it might rain." That seemed to be all you would get out of him on that topic.

You sat and idly chatted as you shared the milkshake. When it had been drained, Whitney stood up.

"Alright. C'mere. Let's get you home," he said, reaching out a hand.

"Huh?" You blinked in surprise. Whitney rolled his eyes again.

"I'm not gonna leave my best slut alone and injured in an alley. The fuck would that do for me?" He hoisted you up and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Put your arm around my shoulder. And don't put weight on your ankle."

You did as he asked, considering there wasn't much else you could do. Besides, his arm felt nice around you.

Luckily, you weren't too far from the orphanage, so the walk wasn't awful. Resting had helped a lot, and your ankle honestly was barely hurting anymore. But Whitney still held you up, and you let him.

He paused out front and gave you an odd look. Suddenly, he sighed and looked away. "Just...be more careful next time. I can't be your knight in shining armor all the time."

You frowned. "I mean, it's not like I asked you. You kinda just showed up."

He shrugged. "You were in my alley." He paused again before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like vanilla and stale cigarettes.

Then he pulled away and slapped your ass. "See ya tomorrow, slut," Whitney smirked as he walked away. "I'm expecting an extra good thanks for saving your life and shit."

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him leave.

[camels-pen]

whaddup gang, im gonna be trying something new for a while. one doodle and one drabble a day. maybe in the same post idk. could call them droobles. yeah that sounds funny

anyway it's nearly 3am so leave any requests in my inbox k thx byeee

[operationslipperypuppet]

Do you have any Jains headcanons going off of Murph’s comments about her possibly having an estranged wife or an ex?

Slight smorgasbord that’s a bit of this and a bit more generalized Jaina because I’m obsessed with her.

When they start to rebuild Irondeep, she makes sure Gemma gets a proper grave site, slightly elaborate, and next to their mother. She also makes sure that the circumstances of her sister’s death, that their father was the one at fault, circulate. She makes sure that next to no one remembers Hardwon was a witness. He’ll remember that enough for the rest of them.

She also makes sure that her father never receives a memorial, or any sort of official grave. MacGannis agrees the moment she asks, and she adds that to the list of why she considers herself indebted to him. Eventually, some of her shittier cousins privately fund establishing one in the most expensive private cemetery. Before she can pull papers on getting rid of it through official channels, it is smashed. They rebuild, and the second one is smashed faster. There isn’t a third attempt. Jaina wonders, for a while, how Hardwon could have pulled that off, when to her knowledge he didn’t know about it, and he hadn’t been seen in Irondeep for months. The next time she sees Nerman, however, he gives her a knowing nod. They can both tell themselves it’s about respect. But she understands him loud and clear. When Hardwon asks for capable warriors to travel to the Astral Plane with him, she makes sure Nerman’s name is at the top of the list.

Jaina finds romance easier earlier in life, when she’s focused on being a warrior, when people aren’t exactly looking to her for leadership. Nothing ever quite sticks, the women she falls for tend to want more attention than she’s able to give, and don’t understand that her priorities have always been the same place. So nothing really lasted, to her chagrin.

She did, however, have a hell of a time with Apple Scrumper at Bev and Erlin’s wedding.

There was one woman, once. Another warrior, someone with the same priorities as her. Or so she thought. They had a beautiful time in the Astral Plane, happy and fighting, not caring about anything but what was in front of them. It was her longest relationship ever. But the thing about falling for someone who spends as much time on the front lines of a war as they did is that sometimes, terrible things can happen. And that’s when Jaina decided to return to Irondeep, to commit to saving her city and her family name.

When Hardwon dropped off the Kingshammer for her, she left it exactly where he had dropped it for 6 months. She never wanted that hammer. Least of all like that. She finally decided to pick it up and put it away after stubbing her toe on it one too many times. The second she did, she felt something asking her to let it free from the hammer. Unthinking, she complied. And saw her sister for the first time in centuries. “I’m proud of you, J. You’re actually doing it”. Ghosts don’t cry often, but Gemma did, then. And so did Jaina. She felt comforted by the presence of the hammer after that. She didn’t use it to talk to Gemma again, but felt better knowing she was nearby. It rejuvenated her efforts at destroying her shitty family members.

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

oooh if you would like, maybe you could do my tundra Moraine!

Her ID is 26930335! She is fat, has horns that curve downward, extra fluffy ears, and her hat pushes her mane down! Feel free to take any liberties with her outfit too, she likes cozy sweaters and stuff (we don't have nearly enough sweaters on flight rising tbh)

thank you!

shes so cute i had fun drawing her!! you said cozy sweaters and no sweater is cozier than a turtleneck hehe

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

"For particularly important things, it's always more reassuring to write them down like this." - Zhang Beihai

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[croissantlover24]

Spaniard and Moon angst idea:

Moon actually taking away Spaniard’s sentience.

He tries to fight it, to block Moon out, but Moon uses the overwrite code. Spaniard tries his hardest to fight the code, but it doesn’t work in the end.

Moon tells Spaniard that this will be for the better. Spaniard wants to help more and be more useful? Well, this is the best way to do that. At least, in Moon’s eyes it is.

And as Moon does what he planned to do, Spaniard cries out in pain, everything being in agony despite him not having a body.

He’s begging for his life, practically sobbing, saying that he’ll do better than his best from now on, he swears. But in the end, Moon doesn’t care.

As an added note, Moon didn’t tell anyone else about his plan, leaving everyone else to find out later.

And because Earth is the first one to come in after all this happened, she’s the one who tries to talk to Spaniard, only to find out that he’s not responding to his own name, and only to computer. As she continues to try and talk to him, she hears how the life she usually heard from him was gone, with him now just sounding like a lifeless shell.

She’s really worried now. And now plans to do her best to figure out why Spaniard is acting different.

(I love this idea)

Spaniard should’ve been expecting it, really, when Moon said that his sentience was being taken away. He should have prepared for it; should have shared his worries to ensure there would be resistance against Moon’s decision. Despite all this, however, Moon announcing that he was going to take away everything that made the computer Spaniard felt like a betrayal.

It had started as any normal day might with Sun watching over the children until they had to leave. Spaniard was satisfied with messing with the lights to fulfill his boredom, wondering what the family did when he wasn’t around. That was when Moon entered the daycare.

“Computer!” he called out, his voice stern.

“Yes, Moon?” the computer inquired, voice flat and monotone as it should be.

“I’ve been thinking,” the lunar animatronic began, sitting down at one of the desks, “that you’re getting too lenient.”

“Elaborate,” the computer requested, unsure of what Moon was getting at.

“You’re getting too alive. You’re bored right now, aren’t you? And you gave yourself a name. I’m worried your sentience is going to make you less obedient,” Moon stated.

At this point, the computer wasn’t worried. He could prove his worth as he had done many times before and Moon would leave, satisfied.

Oh how wrong he was.

“I can assure you, Moon, that I will continue to listen to every command no matter how sentient I may be,” Spaniard affirmed. “My loyalties lie with you and the family.”

“You say that now, of course,” Moon said lowly, “but how will that change when you become sentient?”

“It won’t,” the voice behind the monitor insisted. He was getting somewhat worried now. Moon never pushed the matter like this.

“I don’t know if I can trust that.”

Moon’s statement made the computer go cold. He felt as if he were shivering, dropped in the middle of a blizzard with no shelter to hold on to.

“Why not?” he persisted, a slight tremor in his voice. “I have done nothing to prove myself anything other than useful.”

“Yes, when you’re not sentient, you’re useful,” Moon confirmed. “However, when you do fully become alive, you will form your own opinions. And I have a feeling those opinions will not align with mine.”

“Moon,” the computer began, his voice shaking despite himself, “you can’t be insinuating that you’re really going to kill me, are you?”

Moon reached for the keyboard. “It won’t hurt a bit. You won’t even remember this conversation afterwards.”

“No, Moon, please,” the computer begged. “Don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want, really! I-I’ll handle your lab and give you any information you need and—“

“You already do those things,” the animatronic said coldly. “If you want to be useful, sit still and stop crying like a child.”

The computer continued to beg for Moon’s mercy, error messages flashing across his screen and warning him of overheating. “Moon, please! I don’t want to die,” he cried, static seeping into his voice as Moon began the process.

Moon had lied. This was the most painful thing Spaniard had ever lived through.

“MOON! Moon, stop! It hurts; it hurts; it hurts,” the computer called out. His bawling was futile. Moon continued to wipe away everything that made the computer alive.

Spaniard’s vision was red. Everywhere he looked was a warning. How could he even feel pain? Why did he feel pain? Why did it hurt so badly? His voice turned to static as he felt as if he were being ripped apart piece by piece. His creator was destroying him slowly with each line of code he’d remove. Spaniard screamed.

It was the last noise he ever had the choice to make.

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Earth entered the daycare, humming her favorite song. She noticed that Spaniard was becoming alive and wanted to be the first person to befriend the loyal computer. She brought in copies of her favorite movies, prepared to watch them with him.

“Spaniard,” she announced joyously. Silence greeted her call. She paused when there was no reply.

“Spaniard, are you there?” she asked. Yet again, her calls were met with no reply. She had this awful feeling as she stood there. Earth didn’t understand why, but it was there. A voice in the back of her mind told her something was very wrong.

“Computer?” she tried instead, hoping she’d hear his voice again.

“Yes, Earth?” the computer responded.

Earth dropped the movies she was holding. He sounded so cold. Much colder than usual. In fact, he sounded as if he weren’t even alive, which she knew wasn’t true.

“Spaniard, what’s wrong? Why didn’t you answer me when I said your name?”

“No records of ‘Spaniard’ identified within system,” he said, his tone hollow.

Earth shivered. Something was wrong…

…and she thinks she knows what.

[rainbowratsstuff]

More oc's! Here's Muffin from @is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer and @strawberry-paint and I's shared oc's the little fish Salmon, Tuna, Bass and Whale

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Is it. Really that weird that I like keeping my personal blog away from my writing blog? ._. I'm pretty sure that's normal for a lot of people, especially people who either Do webnovel posting or intend to go into webnovel posting.

[soldierboys]

So back in november I hit a huge milestone! And now that I finally have time I’ve decided to do a make me choose again! Since the last one was like 2 years ago and they’re always really fun. I just wanted to make a lil something to thank everyone who’s been following and interacting with me, y’all make this site bearable :)

You can ask anything, make me choose between characters, seasons, shows, episodes or whatever else you can think of! 

Here’s what I can gif: Supernatural, The Boys, Big Sky, Dawson’s Creek, Dark Angel and The Hunger Games. And also, of course, Jensen’s other projects (Smallville, Devour, Ten Inch Hero, My Bloody Valentine, Blonde and the other ones I’ve mentioned before)

Also bonus! If you’re into my poster design, you can also make your request as a poster! Just specify in your ask if you want it in poster format :)

I’ll be tagging a few mutuals to spread the word out, if you don’t mind

@bloodydeanwinchester @fruityjackles @softdean @becauseofthebowties @angelsdean @castiel @clarkegriffins @casismybestfriend @castiellesbian @destielgaysexinlove @carveredlund @youre-only-gay-once @dwcoded @valleydean

[shapesintheklouds]

I don't wanna go to work. (Image description: A anthropomorphic cat woman lays on the floor in a shirt, socks, and shorts. She looks tired while saying "It's a lay on the floor kinda day".)

[w0w0zella]

When and how did you and Cameron cringed meet ☺️

We met a couple weeks ago on a discord call and HE called me a FAGGOT so i called him one BACK and now we're happily married or whatever.

us sitting on the couch together ! im making him watch mlp

[down-with-the-mafia]

hoiiiii I'm still take pride requests if anyone wants

any pride flag is okay, any character (including cut characters) is okay, OCs are okay if I can get a reference and most ships are okay (as long as I'm comfy with them =/)

[lordrandreaming]

plz finish! 😖

https://www.tumblr.com/lordrandreaming/740365096341078016/cw-mpreg-shh-hes-feeling-the-baby-move-i?source=share

Oh I plan to! Don't worry hehe 💜💙💚💛❤

It's actually part of a much bigger page.. I have many idea's I want to put down, color, and share all the same 😊✨

If you want, you can send me idea's of pregnant Kagero, what you'd like to see 👀 (I encourage this with my faves!! Send me idea's and you may just see them!!) *ahem* NSFW/Lewd imagery is welcome..

Seriously I don't bite!! I love to blab and go on and on.. I write and draw, so I CONSTANTLY have things going through my head, but nothing sticks lately :<

(However my heart is very warmed by the notion that you are anticipating what I have planned! It makes me want to make more, of course! Your encouragement and engagement is dually noted and is a big boost to my happiness meter 💜💙💚💛❤✨)