#not sure yet

[nonamivi]

Wait so that's what this was

[comfytickles]

MORE OC TICKLES!!!

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RAUUUGH I WANNA EAT THEMMM GFFJYGVCRDFHGHB

[sleepyheadnat]

"...do you remember who you are?" Twilight asked tentatively.

The dragon was unfazed, all-seeing eyes staring right past him. "I am the Light Dragon. I have roamed the skies of this land for centuries."

"Sure, right, yeah." He gulped uncomfortably. "But do you remember who you were before?" No recognition flashed in the dragon's eyes. Twilight briefly turned to look at his brother, standing a few feet behind him. He took in a shaky breathe. "Do you remember him?"

For once, there seemed to be the shadow of something, some emotion swimming behind those multi-colored eyes. The dragon turned its stare to Wild who felt uncomfortably transparent and desperately hopeful under its gaze.

"This is the Hero of Hyrule, his spirit the guardian of the land for almost as long as I have roamed its skies. He visits me sometimes. Brushes my mane. Talks to me of things I do not understand and memories I cannot recall. He says that he loves me. He is kind."

[bomber-grl]

A colored sketch of Hiro I did! Been awhile since I last drew him

[vacillatingcreator]

Body Swap (part 1)

NEXT>>> Lil Sonic and Shadow body swap comic, as a treat! It's funny imagining them saying things in each others voices YHFSSF How did they get body swapped? No clue!! You decide! Probably had something to do with Eggman! (as usual LMAO) Shadow is internally going like "Don't make that face, it doesn't fit me." HSFJFSH Don't know how often this will update considering how busy I am, but we'll see! (Comic dubbers feel free to dub, just credit me as the artist yes!)

[fanby-fckry]

*Arackniss comes out as aroace*

Henroin: So I’ve got one son who likes men and one who likes nobody. Does anyone in this family like women?

Molly: *slowly raises her hand*

[your-soup-overlord]

A tiny look into one of the fics called It's My Party (And I'll Cry If I Want To)!

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“Why don’t you just tell them?” Jazz asks Danny once she sits down on his bed, pushing aside his blankets and patting beside her.

“Mom and Dad love you, metagene or not.” She continues.

“Seriously, Jazz, we’ve been over this.” Danny sighs, sitting next to his sister as she turns to face him better, “They hate ghosts, and have threatened to rip phantom apart molecule by molecule. If they’re willing to do that, then what makes you think they’ll stop once they find out their son is a ghost?”

Jazz frowns, “Danny, I know the accident was terrible and horrifying for you, but you’re not a ghost. You need to accept the fact that it simply activated your dormant metagene and gave you ghost adjacent powers.”

“How can I have a metagene when both mom and dad don’t have one! Jazz, I know you don’t want to believe it but-“

“No Danny,” Jazz exclaims as she cuts him off, “ You’re alive. You can’t be a ghost, because ghosts are unfeeling and-“

“Jazz, just stop!” Danny yells, slightly teary. He stands up off the bed, putting some place between him and Jazz as she also stands up with a deepening frown.

“I know you don’t want to believe it but I am a ghost, I died in that accident. I know you don’t want to believe it, but if I can somehow come to terms with it then why can’t you?”

Jazz just stares him down with her disappointed stare. After a few quiet seconds she then sighs, looking exasperated and somehow even more disappointed as she levels him with a harsh glare.

“Even Sam and Tuck agree, Danny. You’re going to far with this ghost thing! I don’t care what that yeti says, or any of those other creatures! You’re not dead. You have a heartbeat and most importantly, you care. You’re not evil, and all this death talk is beginning to freak Tucker out!  And you especially need to stop around Sam. They’ve begun talking to me about it, and about how you’re scaring them. And, well, we’ve all agree that you need to stop fighting those ghosts. Mom and Dad are perfectly capable of getting them, so from now on you’re benched. Those horrible things have been filling your head with lies, and it’s becoming a problem.”

Jazz declares before she walks out, keeping that awful disappointed glare on him.

Danny slams the door behind her, silently seething and holding back tears. They talk about his death so easily! Yet they don’t care to acknowledge it. Danny died, whether they want to accept it or not, and there was nothing they could do about it.

[bee-sidebranch]

Trying to find a better way for me to use my traditional inking in my pieces, i can't be bothered to go through the hell that is scanning the images and running them through three different devices via cable.

I'm not happy with how the piece turned out but tbf i barely rendered it.

the characters with the * do not belong to me

*1 belongs to Ohmanit

*2 belongs to PrismSoup

*3 belongs to druidshollow

[jelloteeth]

Danny Phantom x Pokémon Legends Arceus!!!

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[luckydomino]

so dungeon meshi…

[zebrashavestripes]

Riddler art dump

Been practicing with Gotham screencap sketches but haven’t posted any out of it. I think I’m improving. I love ma boi

[foxtricksterwriting]

Meeting Reimagined; Keith

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written for Duality, even though I think about it a lot. And I'm back with a new MC, Tytus!

Tags: @dualityvn

Tytus sighs, annoyed by the cold rain pelting him harshly. As he jogs, he notices the flower shop he’s walked by everyday. He heads that way, figuring that the rain won’t let up for a while still. He dips into the shop and lets out a relieved breath. The floral air invades his nose while he looks around, making him hum in content. He jumps as a soft voice ahead of him says “Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Tytus looks ahead at the counter, finding a tall blond man with blue eyes. The man gives him a shy and apologetic smile. “Hello, hi, sorry, I was in my head a bit. Yeah, the rain’s terrible right now,” he responds while giving an awkward laugh, “Is it okay if I stick around until the rain’s gone?”

“Oh, yes, that’d be fine. Feel free to look around while you’re here,” the blond cashier nods as he speaks. Tytus nods back, not giving him a second look. He scans the store, looking at the arrangements and other potted plants. After not finding what he’s looking for, he steps up to the counter. “Excuse me, do you have Bat Flowers?” He asks, scanning the cashier and finding his name card on a lanyard around his neck; Keith. 

“I’m sorry, we sold our last two this morning,” Keith says after a minute of thought and checking somethings. Tytus deflates a little, but desperately tries to rein in his reaction. “Oh, okay. Thank you,” He says. “We could take your number and call you when we get more?” Keith offers. “Ah, no thank you. I appreciate the offer though,” Tytus declines easily but he keeps talking, “but I would still like to get a plant. Do you have any recommendations? Preferably something that wouldn’t hurt a cat if it got eaten.” Keith lights up at the question.

“Of course! Spider plants, Echeveria succulents and Bird’s Nest Ferns are all pet friendly. Spider plants are actually notorious for being non toxic to animals. Boston Ferns are another option, but they're a little harder to care for,” Keith continues to explain how to care for each plant while pointing them out. Tytus watches him as he speaks, mesmerized by how outspoken he is. His passion would be obvious to even the most oblivious person. His whole body radiates joy and a bit of excitement. It’s a bit infectious, at least it is to Tytus. The green and black haired man can’t help but give the slightly shorter man his full attention. When Keith is done explaining, Tytus hums before saying, “I’ll go for the Spider Plant. You said they were over there, right?”

Keith nods and Tytus goes to retrieve it. As he carefully sets it on the counter, Keith asks, “Have you cared for any kind of plant before?”

“Yeah, actually. Mostly herbs and cat grass, though. I use the herbs when I’m cooking,” Tytus internally reminds himself to leave out any mentions of spells or potions. No telling how this guy would react, for now at least. He continues, “I used to have catnip, too, but my cat found and destroyed it when I wasn’t paying much attention. I haven’t had many plants that were there to just look nice.” Keith chuckles a little. As Tytus pays for his new spider plant, he notices that the rain has stopped. He looks back to Keith as he picks up the spindly plant. Before he even thinks to stop himself, he says, “Could I have your number?” Wait, fuck, shit SH--”Sorry, that was really sudden. You don’t have to agree to that.” He tacks that on, not sure if he’s already fucked up somehow.

The blond blushes as he registers the question, “Oh, I’m flattered!” His expression morphs quickly into one of sadness, “Don’t take this the wrong way. I think you’re very attractive and you seem like a nice person, but having my number isn’t a good idea.” Tytus’ brows knit together with confusion but he quickly shakes it off and nods. “That’s alright. Thank you for at least humoring me, and for helping me with the plant. Bye,” He says this as he walks towards the door while giving the blond a smile. He ducks out as suddenly as he came in.

Right as he starts walking home, a shiver crawls up his spine, tickling his neck and making him look around. He spares the shop window a glance, seeing Keith through it. He’s looking back at Tytus, but missing the polite smile. And something about his eyes seem……off. I don’t think they were like that before. He shakes it off and hurries away, content to get lost in his thoughts while minding his new plant buddy.

[thebirdsareafterme]

I’m not pressing the panic button yet. Nothing’s been confirmed, the decision hasn’t even been made. Do I have a 1000 word tribute to Daniel’s career in my drafts right now? Yes. Am I going to post it now? No! I will save it for when I can confidently say “this is indeed the worst day of my life” and they confirm that the rumours are true. It’s not over until it’s over, even if everyone and their mothers are acting like it is.

[chlochette-sunde]

The disturbing thing about watching a 15-season series in 4 months is that you see the actors age drastically and dramatically fast.

[lomltrentarnold]

hi i want to request a trent one shot where he comes home from pre season and y/n has surprised him with cake and balloons etc to celebrate him becoming VC. it’s just the two of them there and cute and fluffy. please n thank you

celebration — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

anon this is such a cute idea 🥺💗💗 thank you for requesting sweetheart <3 sorry if this is not what you had in mind! | main masterlist

Trent was exhausted — his limbs were heavy and he was experiencing a bad jet lag. All he wanted to do is go home, take a shower and cuddle in bed with you. He wants to hug you, kiss you, and be in your vicinity, he missed you so bad.

He could already feel the tension leaving his body when he opened the door to your house. The familiar scent, warm, cozy, comforting and so you, had him happy to be back home. To you.

“Trent!”

A body collided with his the second he placed his suitcase and bags down. The sweet smell of your shampoo hitting his nose immediately, making him bury more of his face into your neck. His arms went around your body, bringing you closer to him, practically moulding your bodies together.

“Hi, baby.” Trent softly whispered, plump lips pressing little kisses at the side of your neck.

Giggles escaped your lips, high pitched and love sick. His kisses became mote ticklish and the way his hands keep squeezing your body made you swoon—God, you’re in deep with this boy.

You separated yourself from Trent, hands still lingering as you intertwined your fingers together and pulled him to the living room.

“I have a little surprise for you!”

A fond smile made its way on his face but it turned into a pout forming when you disappeared into the kitchen. “Where are you going?” he whined.

“Just a sec!”

You came back to the living room with a little cake in your hands, a string of balloons in between your fingers, half of your face covered by the red balloons.

You sat the cake down on the table in front of him, before taking the seat on the couch and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome home, vice captain. So proud of you.”

The cake was covered with red frosting, ‘CONGRATS, VC TRENT! ♡’ was written on top of it in white.

Trent eyes went soft, the pout only looking more visible when he saw your pretty grin. He leaned in and captured your lips with his own. His warm hand sliding across your back and pressing you to him. You hummed out a noise and Trent gripped your hips in reflex. You started to move in sync, the tip of his nose nudging against yours as the kiss became deeper.

Breaking apart, Trent stared at you, eyes brown and wide and so so disgustingly in love. “Thank you, baby.”

You giggled when you noticed his swollen red lips as he licked them. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks before pecking him twice. “Do you want some cake?”

“Mhm.” Trent hummed out, nose nuzzling into you as he cling on you for dear life.

And thats how the night stayed as, Trent glued to your hip as you both shower each other with love. You reminding him every second of how proud you are of him and how far he’s come. He was already feeling a little sleepy so you weren’t sure if he heard you. But thats okay, you can continue telling him tomorrow, and everyday after that.

[irenenoirr]

Horse-riding date 🏇

Does Serah Clifton remember the full name of this man, considering this is the sixth time he has asked her to be his courtesan for the day? Probably not. She would always refer to him as Mr. Elwood, and when he asks, she will tell him "it's lovely to call you by your last name". That's just how barely respectful she is towards this man. Oh please, he used to be her father's subordinate, yet now he comes around once in a while, wishing that he'd land a hot sexual endeavor with Serah. The only thing holding him back is how expensive that'd cost, and probably the fact that his wife at home would instantly file a divorce lawsuit if that happens. Yet he just cannot stay away, can he? So Mr. Elwood would sometimes asks Serah out, maybe to dinner, maybe to the tennis court, or maybe to his favorite horse ranch, just so he could watch his muse from up close, and potentially touch her here and there when no one notices. How pathetic that is.