#mama rotten

[tangents-within-tangents]

The brainrot has gone so far that I've been for the first time both reading fanfic AND making fanart for said fics, but @ashyybees-art headcanon of cadet Echo volunteering at the nursery was WAY too adorable and hey I’ll take artistic inspiration where I can get it

[lostfanboyarts]

Everyone say happy birthday to the special boy!!!

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

Death Warrant!Au

When the rejuvenating, life-extending effects of ectoplasm to the dead and dying was discovered by planets across the stars, it triggered mass conflicts that left several systems obliterated beyond repair. Hundreds of Billions had migrated to the Realms in numbers that were never seen before by the residence of the dead. They had various forms of damage and disfigurement on their new forms as a result of the ectoplasm being weaponized and used on them. Their very beings were corrupted beyond repair with their minds significantly altered with highly specified obsessions.

• Peoples from the destroyed worlds being so afraid that they lashed out, ripping anything that saw them to pieces out of fear of being attacked.

A serpentine creature of the Realms eagerly stalking them and fed upon their cores to grow stronger.

• Soldiers of these races were hell-bent on continuing to fight and proceeded to attempt subjugate this dimension that was new to them. Their rage guiding them blindly as they left paths of destruction throughout the realm.

A beast, wrongly slaughtered in the early madness of an delicate fledgling world that happened to be rich with ectoplasm followed the warpath and basked in the rage.

Eventually, more creatures like them came to prominence as a result of these strange new victims. Being aspects of emotion that were born from the masses in the war.

The Ghost King during this time period could not sit idly by and watch these newly born ghosts run rampant and terrorize his kingdom. With a heavy heart and a weapon in hand, a call to arms was called and the purge of these beings began. It tooks thousands of years, but when the last corrupted ghost was destroyed, the King took to the realm of living and wiped away all traces of the Realms from the minds of the survivors with all recollections of this terrible war for ectoplasm erased from history.

As his rested his eyes one final time, before the Tyrant would cowardly claim his life, made a major, sacred declaration that all citizens was made:

• If any hostile, mutant ghosts were to be found, they were to captured and examined by the king's council to await judgement. If they are too dangerous to restrain and seek bloody violence, they are to be destroyed.

• Any scientists trying to use ectoplasm for endangering life were to be have their memories erased and put to the sword for their crimes.

• Anyone foolish enough to Defy Death using ectoplasm, the greatest violation of the laws in the infinite Realms, they were to be put to death as and immediately given their Second End.

~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~

When Pariah Dark, the Cowardly Tyrant King, is defeated and Danny fianlly takes the throne after a few centuries of training, the Observers hand him a compiled a list of names who violated these sacred laws.

They have him start with Earth and Danny's jaw hits the floor with what the charges he was seeing. He can already hear the chaos in the meeting room.

• Amanda Waller, Vandal Savage, Darkseid, Granny Goodness, a court of owls(?)...the list is long, and that's just Earth alone!

• Jack "The Goddamn Joker" Napier and a few of the more violent Rouges of Gotham are charged with Veil Destabilization.

Even Jason Peter Todd Wayne...the Red Hood!? Danny can probably work something with Jason, force him into therapy sessions (along with the whole damn family) with Jazz and a couple cleansing sessions and supplements from Frostbite...the others had to go...

The continued slaughter of the innocent, combined with the suffering they endured and the misery felt by Shades who couldn't move on was making the veil deteriorate at dangerous speeds. New pits would form across the city eventually as a result.

Lady Gotham has done everything she can to keep the madness from happening but she can't hold it back any longer. Her core is ready to shatter under the stress and is constantly in agony, but she won't abandon her knights, despite Danny's pleas to save herself.

There's a certain brigade of furry's who may or may not like this news but said brigade had no choice but to take it on the chin. They have children who Defied Death in their ranks and the Realms are not afraid to destroy anyone foolish enough to stop them.

• Lex Luther is charged with crimes against humanity. And several other violations in regards to unethical experimentation.

One sticks out to Danny.

Lex used Danny's stolen DNA from a stray core shard from the Guys in White, who he was was funding in secret, even after they were disbanded, to create a clone comprised of the Earth's resident Kryptonian, the bald bastard, and himself to kill and replace said Kryptonian...the guy who literally helps save the earth time and time again from doom.

...Yeah, Lex is undoubtedly, fucked beyond total comprehension. Anyone defending him was risking all-out war with the Infinite Realms.

But hey, at least Danny was finally having child of his own! The little tyke is only a few years old in the tube, Ellie's visits are far and in-between and Danny's status as a Halfa made him sterile and develop an embarrassingly strong case of baby fever.

He's sure the ghosts from Krypton would love to help out in raising Conner in case Kal-El wasn't really planning on being around the boy. After all, being cloned himself, Danny knows the emotional baggage that comes with being violated to this degree by your enemy.

He just hopes the guy can come around and accept the little guy...

[xbydefault]

Do you ever plan on posting sketches of scenes you’ve written? I remember you mentioning that you would sketch out scenes in notes after some chapters and I would love to see more of artwork !! Sorry if this is an odd question!!!

This is a call out, a call out specifically for me, my call out.

I keep saying I’ll post my sketches then never do, don’t I? 😭

I did not forget this ask, but I did panic and went rummaging though my note books, only to realize that I had thrown them out!!

None of the ones for Definition of Insanity survived (except one which I need to finish shading thx. If I accidentally stumble upon the rest I WILL post them!)

BUT I have some on my laptop so here have some Head and Shoulders(TM) from the Controversy series:

So originally Robbie was going to be in on the whole “Drug the Bridal Party” shenanigans in Agree to Disagree and then Sportacus waking up in the backseat and then idk they would kiss and make up (then I obviously decided that ALL SHALL SUFFER)

Old man Íþró making faces and being angry at Robbie in Finding Common Ground

Babbuh Sportacus and emotionally compromised Íþró

Some Mama Rotten

This one is a wip that I still wanted to share

And bonus from People of the Mounds Robbie before I decided what color his dress should be!

[wayfinder-family-lover]

I love Teerak's reaction to Leeghlai.

Like you can see him connecting the dots. Realizing who is the someone Lee is interest in.

And I am certain that night, he will call Mama Phisut and give her all the tea about Ghlaijai lol.

[unrelatedghosts]

Look at this weird creature

[rotten-dan-art]

beloved shaped beasts

[luckylunatix]

Cursed headcanon: Gregory Mama is infested with those fleas that spread bubonic plague

[fizziefactory]

Harvest post Harvest || @king-of-wrath

Figuring this was as good a time as any, Mortis decides that this is his chance for a quick smoke break. Patting the coffins into an even wall on the carriage, hands retract down to their usual length, before reaching into the inner pocket of his pitch black vest. Decorative chains rattle for a moment, before he pulls out his trusty electronic cigarette. Loaded up with a gas that would surely take out anyone who wasn't literally made out of steel, he puts it to his lips and slowly inhales the closest thing he could get to nicotine.

♠︎ ".... Hell sure be caught up in this whole royal business..."

Raising his gaze to the coffins, he lets it sit there for a while, contemplating the possible situation in his head... but he kept on coming back to the same thought over again.

♠︎ "Royal or not, that'd be a life snuffed out too soon... unbeknownst to him, over in an instant. And that just ain't sittin' right w'me."

Exhaling the smoke, the fizzy moved his eyes over to the Sin beside him, grabbing the edge of the wide brimmed hat that shielded his metallic skin from the sun.

♠︎ "Though I be countin' m'self lucky for it t'be my only concern. Wouldn't look good for the Wrath Ring I reckon."

[joined-shores-art]

To keep my head from exploding I put the lore accurate RichterNort lineage together and UHH-

Under no circumstances should that cluster be physically possible and yet here we are 🫡 (that pic next to Roxas is Vanitas btw I couldn't do a proper portrait with his WK design yet)

I only now noticed A2 is really the one that links these together and that's adorable!!!!!

[tmnt-crossover-polls]

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Propaganda is appreciated but not required

[toki-macross]

Look at this happy smush face! Totally spoiled, lovey girl! <3

[shakesey-p]

who is this DIVA 💜

I'm mildly scared to ask what this means-?

[sonnenreich]

[ . . . ] 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐂𝐇 ⸻  a private & selective portrayal of the witch in the woods, 𝖟𝖊𝖊𝖛 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍. 

❝ i am needed, i am necessary, i am good, I AM THE SOLUTION. ❞

⠀      ⠀    (  .  .  .  )  born  as  the  promising  heir  and  only  son  of  the  solar  coven,  zeev  was  known  to  be  loyal,  diligent  and destined  to  carry  the  torch  of  their  ancient  traditions  into  the  future.  however,  faced  by  great  danger  of  those  who  did  not  welcome  their  kind  and  driven  by  desperation  and  a  desire  to  protect  his  family,  zeev  delved  into  the  forbidden  depths  of  dark  magic.  despite  having  succeeded  in  saving  them,  he  was  cast  out  from  the  fold,  branded  a  pariah  among  his  own  kind.  the  sting  of  rejection  cut  deep. 

𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖞 𝖎𝖓 : magic comes with a price, the wish to belong, loneliness & isolation, mother issues, grief & loss, deceiving beauty, fear of abandonment & rejection. 

⠀      ⠀     ❝ 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉.     ❝  𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙.    ❝  𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘.     ❝  𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙.

  ⠀    ⠀   ⠀  ( owner of 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 )

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 : husband hayley enid mike camille nausicaä vika jessie kamania

𝖎*; ( indie & original witch based on neo-pagan beliefs and modern witchcraft aesthetic, selective & mutuals only, activity varies, 21+ p&mdni, conjured by cherry, this blog mostly runs on a queue! )

[hardknifeplays]

Simon Riley spoiling his missus rotten.

sfw, fluff, soft!simon — reblogs & likes are appreciated.

This man, Simon Riley, will never let you buy cheap things. Even if the thing you want is good quality and highly functional, and buying it really helps you to 'press down the cost'.

"No," said the man quickly when you want to buy an affordable reading tablet, his eyes are still fixated on whatever document was on his laptop screen. Confused, you raised your brow while your hands folded on your chest. "Babe, I'm just using it for reading. That's all, nothing productivity-related." you explained more, but your husband just answered you with another low hum.

"Said no," he repeated flatly. Not knowing why did he just outright denied you of the decent tablet, you sat yourself down carefully on the edge of the table next to his laptop. "But why? I will use it just for reading, I repeat, my sir, just for reading. I'm not going to play games, or even text via the tablet. It is affordable enough." you argued, your hands moving around so expressively (mostly to convince him to agree with you).

Finally, his eyes darted and met yours lazily. He studied you from your head to your torso, then back to your eyes, before letting out a long exhale.

"You don't deserve cheap things," he sighed. You rolled your eyes, and quickly responded, "It's not cheap, Si, it's affordable. Why do I have to buy more expensive things if the cheaper ones are well-functioned already? Especially just for one purpose?" and you could see he responded by wiping his face with both of his hands, before he stood up from his seat and placing himself in front of you.

His swift movement made you looked up at him, the distance between your bodies was almost non-existent and you could feel his warmth radiating towards you. A fucking human furnace, this Manchester lad. He looked at you in the eyes, this time his brows down, looking rather concerned. He lifted his finger outlined your jaw lightly, his eyes trained on your lips before his dark brown iris shot you again with a more loving and gentle expression.

"Why are you always treating yourself this way? Denying yourself from something that you truly deserved," he began, "You don't deserve cheap things, mama. I can afford your every need." as he said so, his lips met yours softly, and you felt his finger tucked some strands of your hair to the back of your ears.

When he let go of the kiss, you returned him a kiss on each cheek. "I don't always need expensive things, Simon. As long as it works well, that would be enough. We can use the money for something else. Okay?" you reassured him once again. His eyes aimed down at the table for a few seconds, before getting back to you.

"You don't always need it, but I am willing to give it to you," he stated, staring right into your eyes for a few seconds longer.

You could feel your blood flushing all over your body, spreading tingling and warm sensation just by seeing the seriousness in his eyes. It made you feel cared for, and you know at this moment that this man would always give what's best for you. Your 'enough' would never convince him, if he could go further for you, he would.

He always would.

You let out a shaky sigh, and then you placed your finger on his chest pointing at him. "Okay, your money, your rules." you chirped playfully, and a grin bloomed at the lips of your husband as he scooped you from the table and pulled you into his embrace.

"That's my missus." he smiled into your hair, finally winning you over.

[suhtorus]

mama's day. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mom!reader, family fluff, two unnamed sons and one baby girl. a little gift for myself ! ᡣ𐭩

little sunshines au

satoru has a plan for your birthday—a very detailed one.

step one. wake up the nuggets

it takes him less than two minutes to get the oldest out of bed, and there's really no point in waking up his baby girl since there's not much an eight-month-old can do.

the problem is your toddler.

"c'moooon, don't you wanna give mama her gifts?"

satoru's tone grows exasperated the longer his son refuses to cooperate, kicking his legs and throwing his nemo plushie at his face.

"no!"

the five-year-old immediately shushes his baby brother, only making the latter whine even more, tears now running down his chubby cheeks.

satoru feels his face fall upon seeing his son so upset, he should've expected the little ones not to take it too well to be woken up at six in the morning.

"hey," he tries softly this time, caressing the soft blond hairs of his toddler, "I'm sorry, mochi. can you forgive papa? go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?"

the sobs end and now there's only small sniffles coming from the sleepy kid.

"oki."

step two. make breakfast

"like this?"

satoru leans down to inspect his son's work, brows furrowing as he tries, and fails, to read whatever gibberish his son tried to spell on top of the freshly made waffles.

with a loud smooch on the kid's cheek, satoru squeezes him in a tight hug, grinning proudly the way a father would. "a masterpiece. mama's gonna love it."

dad and son work surprisingly silent, focused on their own tasks. it doesn't take them long to have plates full of food and fruits, as well as freshly made juice.

"why don't you grab these," satoru hands his son two bags with the names of expensive brands on them, "while I go get your siblings. okay?"

"on it!"

step three. gifts

"happy birthday, mama~"

"ma-ma!"

you wake up with a start, surrounded by four pairs of blue eyes staring down at you.

"happy birthday, love of my life, mother of my kids, my one and only!"

satoru pecks your mouth as your brain processes the beaming faces of your three nuggets. your boys sit next to you, one on each side, while satoru holds the baby in the air right above your face.

your confused face finally eases into one of happiness (and relief).

"thank you, my little babies!" you smile drowsily, urging yourself to blink the sleep away as you smooch the faces of all three of your children. "mwah, mwah, mwahhh–"

your husband can't help but smile upon seeing you smothering the kids with kisses. and with his hold still on his baby girl, satoru tugs her away from you and nods at your lap.

"open your gifts, baby. we got you aaaall of your favorites." he winks at his son and the little one covers his mouth behind his tiny hand, giggling. "and we also made breakfast for mama, right?"

with a pointed look from satoru, your toddler remembers the plate of food on his lap.

"eat waffu, baby." your two-year-old offers you the plate full of waffles, pushing it towards your mouth, insistent. "eat it."

step four. spoil her rotten

your two boys happily run across the gardens while your baby girl crawls on the grass, squealing right behind her brothers.

"liked the surprise?"

your husband's arms wrap around your middle from behind. his hold is the greatest comfort you could've asked for.

"you mean waking up with three of your clones staring down at me while I sleep?" you snort, but there's no real bite in your tone. "I loved it. especially their drawing of me surrounded by blue-eyed mochi."

your eldest had insisted on drawing their little family—with you right in the center—and satoru thought it'd be funny to add the mochi instead of the kids.

"oh, but I'm not done yet, sweetheart." he spins you around in his arms, now grinning at you. "an entire weekend. you and me. what do you say?"

a groan slips past your lips and he immediately frowns, indignation clear on his face.

"c'mon, pretty. it's been a while since it was just the two of us." satoru goes for the puppy eyes, knowing that by doing so he already has a fifty percent of chance of winning. "you're not only a mother, but also a wife. let your doting husband pamper you."

"and who's watching over the kids? the baby??" you try to reason, glancing at your nuggets as they giggle their little hearts out as they play together. "satoru, we can't just leave."

"sweetheart, relaaaaax. ijichi got us covered."

oh, that poor man.

you make a mental note to give nanami a call.