#please be nice to me

[mousegirlheart]

it's tummy tuesday! you know what that means!

feeding her cheese and bellyrubs!

please....

[candycassowary]

Look at my lawyer Dawgggggg I’m going to jail 😭😵‍💫😫🤯

[civetside]

HEY this looks pretty messy but i read gideon the ninth a few days ago and im not normal anymore so i wanted to draw them, and my copy of harrow the ninth is still gonna take a day or 2 to get to my house so i am completely inconsolable, DONT TELL ME ANY SPOILERS OR ILL PISS A BRICK AND CRY

[ohmiina]

lil biana drawing!! please be nice to me i haven’t drawn digitally since like 2019😭 also this was drawn on my phone with my finger..

[theartsharki]

Made art to go with my fic "Sewn Into Each Other’s Fate" by me, @theartsharki . You know, your good pal Sharki! I will say I don’t think I am the best at writing but one silly short fic just for fun ain’t so bad? Enjoy the art more than my writing please.

[leasdoodles]

history would say they were roommates

[babyshoesnerdshit]

night shift

CW cursing, child neglect, sexual harassment, misgendering, drunk person (although not very well written lol), general violence, slight infantilization

idk i wanted to try my hand at writing some shitty platonic yandere batfam x transmasc reader (its self indulgence bby)

Hunger pained (y/n)'s stomach. Stupid cheapskate convenience store didn't give employee discounts though so he had to wait until he got home to eat anything, if there was even anything to eat that wasn't spoiled. (y/n) would have just stolen something to eat from the store (he didn't give a shit about their profit) but the security camera mocking him in the corner kept him from it. And with his phone almost dead (y/n) had nothing to do but stair at the wall and listen to the shitty radio station the store played.

(y/n) hated the night shift, it almost guarantied he would have to deal with more crackheads and drunks than his coworkers. Regardless of his feelings about the night shift it paid the most (even though that was still barely minimum wage), and he really needed the money. Even though (y/n) still lived with his mother (and technically father but he was hardy ever around), his parents had stopped taking care of him a long time ago. So (y/n) was the one to take care of himself. Sometimes he had to take care of his mother too, reminding her to eat or sleep. The bells on the door jangled, shaking (y/n) from his train of thought. Ah yes, the other type of Gotham crazies. Vigilantes.

"Hey kid."

"I'm not a kid." for some reason the batclan had decided that the 5th avenue convenience store was the best place for mid-patrol snacks.

"Ah yes, the old and wise 18 year old. My bad." Red Hood had a thick layer of sarcasm in his mechanical voice. (y/n) couldn't see his face from behind his helmet but was entirely sure he had the stupidest smirk underneath. (y/n) simply rolled his eyes (fighting back a smile) as hood moved about the store grabbing a random assortment of food and drinks. As hood was filling his arms the bell sounded again, this time it was a middle-aged man. (y/n) could smell the alcohol on him from the register. The man looked around, stopping as he saw (y/n).

"Welll helllooo~" the man had started leaning on the counter of the register. "Yoou're a fine slut, i could show you a reeall goOod time~" He smelled even worse up close. (y/n) sent a panicked glance over to Red Hood who had dropped his things and was now walking aggressively towards the man. "Wha you ignorin me BITCH!" the man lifted his arm to strike. (y/n) flinched, lifting his arms to cover his face.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Hood's voice was dark and low. His grip on the man's arm was painful if the man's face was any indicator.

"H-hey Mr. Red Hood. me and the lil' lady were just havin a niice talk." The man had lost any confidences and aggression he once had in fount of the crime lord. "She wuz jus bein a bitch, you understaannd right?" he sniveled. A sickening crunch was heard from the mans arm where Red Hood's grip tightened. The man started convulsing with pain and screaming. (y/n) felt sick.

"I'm going to deal with this trash. I'll be right back." Hood dragged the man out of the store, bells jingling behind him. It was moments like this where (y/n) remembered just how dangerous Red Hood actually was. Living in Gotham, (y/n) had gotten unfortunately used to getting catcalled and harassed, but he could never stop the shaking of his hands and the sinking feeling in his stomach that came with it.

Moments later the bells sounded again, (y/n) couldn't help but jump slightly. It was Red Hood.

"Sorry about that kid." hood picked up the food he had dropped earlier and set it on the counter.

"Ah, it's ok." (y/n) hated how small he sounded. Taking a breath he started to scan the things hood had picked out and tried to steady himself. "It's Gotham, shit like that happens all the time."

"That doesn't make it ok." Hood sounded softer than before. (y/n) felt anger crawl up his throat, the bats always treated him like a kid. Even Robin! And he was, like, 12!

"That'll be $29.47, you want a bag?" (y/n) tried not to show his anger. As upset as he might have been, Hood did just save him from an icky situation.

"Nah." Hood picked up half of what he bought with one arm as he flipped a 50 onto the counter. "Keep the change." He started to leave.

"Hood, you're forgetting half your shit." He had left a large banana nut muffin, a pack of gummy sharks, a chocolate milk, and a packet of pizza flavored combos.

"They're for you kid, you look starving." He was out the door before (y/n) could protest.

(y/n) sighed with a light smile, well at least he wouldn't be hungry for the rest of his shift.

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Jason was fucking livid. This god damn BASTARD! Who the fuck did he think he was, harassing his little brother. Raising his FILTHY had at him. Jason was seething.

"RR" Jason turned his comm on.

"Jonathan Davis, 54, 237 Maple Street, apartment 122, married to Eliza Davis, daughter is Maria Davis, place of work 57 West End Road." Tim already knew, he was watching it from the security camera back at the cave.

"I only spared him so that you could make his life something worse than death." Jason staired down at the beaten and bruised body of the man.

"Don't worry. It will be." Tim's voice was cold and calculated. No doubt already planning all the ways this man would watch his life fall apart.

Jason leaned down to the barely conscious man, "If you DARE go fucking near him again, I'll leave your head for your wife and daughter to find in your fridge." the man simply looked at him with fear. Jason grabs him by the scalp, "Do you understand?" his tone was dark, made even more intimidating by the mechanical modulator.

"Y-yes! I understand! I understand!" the man cried.

"Good." Jason shoved his head back into the filthy ground of the alleyway. 'right where trash belongs' Jason thought to himself.

[miskiart]

The shiny new Winter Amaro Coffee and pin have dropped!☕✨

I think the crystalline look on this came out really well :>

(It is not holo, BUT I WISH)

The pin has rainbow metal! Like rocks, each one is a little different 💙

[garaks-huge-naturals]

i feel like often it is not that there is no platonic explanation for this, but more in the context of cinematic language, friendships are not framed like this.

[honeymoon-in-aeor]

We are all aware that whatever happens, whatever crisis of morality the Prime Deities have or don't have, Aeor will fall by the end of the next episode.

I personally believe that the Prime Deities will actively make the choice to destroy the city, as much as it might hurt them to do so. Why, exactly, do I think that?

The very thing that broke this family of gods apart was that Primes got attached to the mortals that the Betrayers wanted to destroy, enough for the Primes to fight for the mortals and lock the Betrayers away so tightly that they could not even grant their worshippers magic. The way the Betrayers see it, the Primes chose these paper dolls, these bad first drafts, over their own siblings.

Maybe the majority of Aeor wants all of them dead. But Archmage Previn and some other mages, according to her, do not want to kill the Primes. Only the Betrayers and the Primordials.

I'm certain the fear that mortals would turn such a weapon on them and use it as soon as they do something that mortals dislike is there.

But what better opportunity for the Primes to show the Betrayers that as much as they fight, as much as they disagree, as much as they hurt each other, they will not let anyone turn their siblings into nothing?

What better opportunity for the Primes, just this once, to choose their siblings over mortals?

[mydadleft471]

Hey Messmer lovers, how we doin'? ;D

Sorry in advance about the shit job I did with cropping this lmao

Debating on posting the full thing, but I had so much fun writing for this sad boi

ALSO please be kind to me I haven't written in MONTHS and I've never done a fanfic or written in ye olde English soooo

Edit: I finished it and it’s up on my blog if you wanna look 👀

[melitherion]

~This went a much different direction than I had originally intended, but here's whatever this is~

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🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

TPOF Fox x MC/Reader

Reader finds themselves struggling with stockholm syndrome, and the slow attachment they're beginning to create towards their captor.

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The familiar weight of the collar settled against your shoulders as you achingly sat up in bed. A warm down comforter and probably the most luxurious sheets you'd ever found yourself settled beneath did nothing to ease the anxiety the cool metal stirred within you, nor did it soothe sore muscles under layers of carefully laid bandages across your body. You could feel the stitches itching unbearably underneath.

Sliding out of bed, your steps as quiet as you could manage against the wood flooring, you crept to the door, reaching out to slowly turn the handle. Stepping out into the eerie silence that blanketed the entirety of the house, there was a moment of hesitation before you allowed your voice to fill the empty air.

"Fox?" You called out, your voice cracking, a reminder of the strain against your throat and vocal cords brought on by minutes...hours...days of screaming. The glare of monitor screens and illuminated vulpine eyes fixated upon your bleeding battered body flashed in your thoughts for just a moment before you managed to push the memories back into the hazier parts of your mind. Dizzy, you took a gasping breath you hadn't even realized your lungs had been desperately crying for.

Despite being alone, at least for now, you kept your footsteps light as you crept down the hallway and into the living room.

There's a vague memory somewhere of being spoon-fed soup when your shaking hands couldn't handle the minute exertion of lifting a utensil to your lips. The affectionate way his eyes crinkled as you took the food into your mouth could have been a lie crafted by the copious amount of drugs still floating through your system.

You knew the basic layout of the house, but due to still healing injuries you'd not had the energy nor the presence of mind to explore your new cage. Your home, he'd called it. Your body jerked as phantom claws gently caressed your shoulders, your neck, lingering under your jaw for just a moment; a loving caress or a sharp reminder that the life pulsing just beneath the beastkin's fingertips was no longer yours alone. Home? A bed of nails. A bed fitted with luxury cotton sheets and the finest down comforter that money could buy. Fingers so cruel but so gentle as they caressed your head guiding you to the pillow to sleep, drowsy from pain meds and the physical exhaustion that came with recovery.

Fox broke you into pieces. Then Fox put you back together again, a little less perfect each time. A beloved doll he couldn't help but play with too roughly. How he adored your cracks though.

You recalled rust-tinted water draining away with your sanity as you were wrapped carefully in a clean towel, and later redressed in comfortable clothing just your size. So gently, so as not to further pain your wounded body.

Fatigue gripped you in its claws as you found yourself wandering out of the kitchen, the contents of the refrigerator, fresh bloody meat and a not too small supply of raw chicken hearts tearing away any sense of appetite you might have had. It wasn't often that you reflected upon the fact that you too were meat. Fox seemed to enjoy his meals best when they were bloody and raw.

You found yourself at last silently stepping into Fox's bedroom. You'd been in here before, though the memories were foggy. Your self-inflicted wound from Fox's stream finale promised no easy recovery and as such for the first few nights in Fox's house you spent your days resting in his bed, under his watchful eyes. He'd made certain you weren't alone for even a moment until you were recovered enough to handle your basic needs by yourself. Whether it was purely for your sake or for his you didn't know.

You were lonely, and you wanted, no–craved his presence, like a starving stray animal. It made you feel sick, a knife twisting deep into your core, an agonizing pain that you could feel this time. He hurt you and broke you open in ways no one else ever could, and yet afterwards you'd find yourself leaning once more into the beastkin's touch as he turned stinging pain into ecstacy and warmth. A prey animal with no survival instinct.

Burrowing beneath the sheets of his bed you were enveloped in his lingering scent, stirring your pulse, though out of desire or dread you couldn't be certain. You pressed your face into his pillow, almost reveling in the way the lingering fox fur tickled your skin. A strange sense of comfort confronted you. Somewhere else in the house a door opened and closed, and your name echoed through the air, but sleep had already washed over you.

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[40cleverways]

Some MarioLore Sketches. Designs belong to @lovebunnycosplay

[spoiledskullz]

Ewww cooties day 💜❤💌💝💘

[vermin-teeth]

Why do people give Gandalf such plump tits like

That bitch is like 1000 years old those thangs are wrinkly

[milezperprower]

FINALLY. a reference for this cretin.

okay so I’ll probably adjust some of the colors slightly when I make a full crew line up (that’s gonna take a while) but this is pretty solid! please be patient with me