#suspend your disbelief for me

[neonphoenix]

Wilson family head canons for the day:

Slade and Adeline aren't legally divorced

He still pays alimony

Does Not pay child support

Adeline wins the custody fight so completely she also gets custody of Rose. Post their divorce.

If he were not dead or otherwise pursuing the military, Grant would be a business major

Joey would attempt to double major in music and art (this would not work)

I have no college major ideas for Rose. Awarding her "English major" as a consolatory prize

Thank you that is all for the day goodbye.

[elftwink]

if you're about to get top surgery, you may hear a voice in your head telling you to make a joke about getting something off your chest even though it's overplayed. im here to let you know it's your imperative and sacred duty to not only make the joke but to tell it to every person you talk to. and that you are right it would be funny as fuck. this is not sarcastic if you tell enough people one of them will have never heard it before and also it's still funny to every person who has heard it listen to me this is a once in a life time opportunity— [i start getting dragged out by the palace guards] commit to the bit!!! if you don't you'll forever wish you had!! heed my warning or forever suffer the cons— [castle door slams shut behind us]

[tubbytarchia]

Somewhere in the woods, a moth tires of seeking light

[canisalbus]

So you've said before that regular dogs don't exist in Machete + Vasco's universe, since they're all anthropomorphized dogs. (Geez that's a big word–) But does that apply to all canines? Do normal wolves, coyotes, foxes, etc. still exist, or are they completely gone? Or did they become anthro, too?

Hehe sorry, I love worldbuilding and I'm too curious for my own good lol

Correct, four-legged domestic dogs don't exist because they have evolved to fill the role of 'people' in their universe.

Humans are absent and never existed.

Wild canines exist, but they're not anthropomorphic, they're the same as in our world. Dogs recognize wolves/coyotes/foxes etc. are similar to them in some ways, but view them as lesser creatures (similarly to how people see or have seen apes and monkeys) and typically have no qualms about hunting them. (Eventually dog Darwin will publish his controversial theory about anthro dogs and quadrupedal wolves sharing a common ancestor).

The rest of the animal kingdom is the same. Dogs have human diets (with slight emphasis on meat) and raise livestock for food, and keep cats, birds, rodents and other domestic animals as pets.

[littlestormofmess]

pov: your notifications are about to be clogged by the same emo guy for the next fifteen years of your life

Eight of Wands: It represents hastiness, speed, rushing, progress, movement and action. Whatever you turn your hand to at the moment will take off at great speed and gain momentum. You will be feeling positive and energetic. It also indicates infatuation, obsession and getting carried away or being swept off your feet.

@dnptarot

OMG ITS DONE !! i impulsively signed up for this underestimating the amount of uni work i had coming, so i'm super proud of myself for actually making it to the deadline KSJVSN thank you so much to esmé / @thighguys for organizing this wonderful project and for helping me w all my questions, as did fi / @psychicmoth !! i had so much fun working on this, hope you guys like it🧡

and here's a close up so you can look at the boy some more

[ninyard]

your requests have been heard I promise

[klm-zoflorr]

Okay okay. Fic idea. Coffee shop AU x superheroes AU.

Jonathan Sims is a barista at some random ass coffeshop. Little does everyone else know, he's actually the superhero "Archivist", very intent on protecting the city and not letting anyone else know about his secret identity. Little does Jon know, literally all of his coworkers happen to ALSO be superheroes that don't want their secret identities to be revealed.

Well Elias doesn't have hair yet. But I will fix that. His superhero name is? Watcher? Him and Jon are Superhero Partners™ because shut up i want that. He uhhhhhhhh he can know shit. See shit? Perhaps a bit of premonition sense? Idk. Maybe he's also evil and has a second secret identity as Dr Magnus the evil supervillain blah blah blah. No wonder he's barely at the coffee shop lmao. But a guys gotta make a living you know

Jon's power are... I'm thinking he can make people talk. Tell him their secrets. Compulsion basically. It can be used in combat to keep people talking and have them, well, not attack you

Tim's superhero name is Inferno. He's got fire powers.........

[perrigoaway]

So have you ever heard of cookie run Kingdom cause there are these 2 cookies a defensive attorney and prosecutor and I'm wondering what you think or draw? What would happen if these cookies met phenox and miles Edgeworth

I have zero knowledge about this game, but I imagine it might be something Maya might play LOL

[pulsedmaggot]

in a more goated timeline

didnt know how to crop the other drawings so heres the full page <3 also i take commissions

[doodleodds]

Me? Uploading a Halloween comic on November 18th, almost four whole-ass weeks late???? Yeah that’s uh. yup. yeah

Thanks for reading! :) <3

[strangersatellites]

Eddie’s zoned out as he prattles off care instructions and wraps up the man’s (very strong) bicep, careful to tug it tight enough as to not hurt him. 

He’s distracted. Has been for the better part of the past hour. 

Steve’s been the ideal client. Perfect, he might even say. 

Hardly nervous at all as he climbed into the chair and made himself comfortable. No flinching at the needle, and he’s been as easy-going as anything. 

His eyes were heavy lidded and fluttery as the needle pressed into his skin, a soft smile gracing his face as he watched his spitfire little girl flip through Eddie’s books for a design she liked. 

“You find anything you like, baby?” He asked.

Eddie took a pause to peek up at the little redhead across the room. Her hair in two little braids, eyebrows furrowed, and tongue poked out in concentration.

“No, I wanted a dinosaur but these are all flowers and stuff,” She pouted.

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh. 

“Tell you what kiddo,” He stole a glance at Steve, blissed out in the chair. “Since your dad has been such a good sport and you’ve been so good, I’ll draw you up a dinosaur when we’re finished okay?”

Max’s eyes lit up and she giggled behind her hands and nodded.

Now that Steve’s tattoo is done, a pumpkin on the inside of his bicep, he sits up and calls her over.

“Come see, pumpkin.”

And Eddie hadn’t asked, but now, as he watches her bounce across the room and gasp at her dad’s tattoo he feels his face split into a smile.

“Daddy it's me!”

Steve laughs and it's so so lovely. He drops a kiss to the top of her head before he stands. 

“It is you, bug.”

Eddie peels off his gloves and puts his hands on his hips.

“Alright miss lady. Let’s draw you a dinosaur. What kind are you thinking? Stegosaurus, pterodactyl?”

She jumps up with her arms bent to her body and roars. 

“I’m a T-Rex!”

Eddie laughs and gets settled at his table. 

“Alright firecracker, let’s draw you a T-Rex.”

*****

After he’s sketched the outline, a little cartoon dinosaur, he runs it through on his temporary tattoo sheet and sets to “prepping” his station.

He sprays down the chair and tugs on more gloves.

He sits on his stool and pats the chair. 

“Come on up Red.”

She squeals and runs over and Steve hoists her up onto the chair.

In the meantime, Eddie rolls over to his mini-fridge in the corner and grabs the cold rag he’s had in the freezer.

He can hear Steve whisper as he tucks a loose hair behind her ear. 

“You excited, huh? My brave girl.” 

And Eddie’s heart melts. 

He rolls back over and puts on his serious face. 

“Okay Max. You’re gonna feel a sting but you’re a tough girl, aren’t ya?”

She furrows her brows and nods. She rolls up her own sleeve. 

“I’m strong!”

He can’t help but smile. 

“You sure are. Look at those muscles!”

He peels off the plastic covering the ink. 

“Where do you want to put it?” He asks.

She pats her upper arm.

“Here. Just like daddy!”

Eddie grins again and Steve is biting back a smile from his spot behind the chair. Eddie sends him a wink and watches the flush bloom across his cheeks.

“You ready, Red?”

Her focus face is back and she nods resolutely.

Eddie lines up the sheet and sticks it to her arm. She turns her head back towards Steve.

“Daddy? Will you hold my hand?”

As if Eddie’s heart wasn’t already a puddle on the floor.

“Here we go, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he presses the cold rag to her skin.

He hisses through his teeth and grimaces like he’s in pain. He holds back a laugh as she puffs out her cheeks and visibly squeezes her dad’s hand.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Steve tells her. 

She lets out a sharp little breath as Eddie shifts and presses the rag back against her skin. 

She looks up towards him and giggles. 

“It’s not that bad. I’m tough like daddy.”

He flops the rag back down on his tray and goes to peel the paper away from her skin.

“Yes you are!” He says as he smiles down at her cute little dinosaur, “Do you like it?”

She looks down at it and squeals. 

“Look daddy! Look!”

Steve hoists her up onto his hip and swings her around, giggles filling the space and Eddie’s heart. 

“I love it, pumpkin! You’re the coolest little girl in the whole world!”

He puts her down and she runs around the chair to where Eddie is peeling off his second set of gloves and bumps right up next to him. He furrows his eyebrows and goes to ask what’s wrong when he’s interrupted.

“Look dad! Just like Eddie!”

And now that he looks at it he sees it. Max’s dinosaur is in the same place as her dad’s tattoo. But it’s in the same place as Eddie’s dragon too.

[diltonsstrangescience]

(Disclaimer that I know literally nothing about Danni, besides the facts that she’s trans and dated Dilton at one point. I have no knowledge of her personality or backstory or anything. I’m improvising based solely on this one picture:)

[antomander]

The thing about Imodna is that, fucked up as they are, they demonstrate the realities of the dynamics of so many wlw relationships. For better or worse, really. And for two women married to men who bring them to life I think that that is kinda beautiful. Sometimes love is more significant than health and that’s fucked but, baby, if it ain’t human, baby, if it ain’t real.

[m1d-45]

reverse isekai but it’s me at 6:45 pm in a car

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest, depictions of modern organized religion(none are specified, none are in great detail, but talks of restrictions within those are mentioned. it’s only one paragraph but still), this is unedited and with zero (0) plot to it :))

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky

your world is loud.

from the moment the favored could see it, this was clear. it was loud, filling with screaming machinery that left trails of dust and buildings so tall it made their neck hurt to view.

it was bright, with lights that shone through the darkest of nights, reflecting off glass and the speeding machines and reflecting reflecting reflecting back into eyes to sting. your sun is so harsh, so unpleasant and overbearing, hot instead of warm and burning instead of soothing.

it’s cluttered, wires suspending from towers and running along your roads. glittering signs point out things they can’t read, the sacred script only giving them a headache. at night, they can find no comfort in the stars, something that sends them into a panic the first time they see it. it’s not clouds, it’s not anything worldly blocking their view, it’s that they’re gone, the ones they can see washed out and faded. they wonder how anybody can live like this, and if you blessed them with a night sky of such beauty because yours was so…

they can recognize some of it, the plants and trees and flowers, wild or not, call to them in recognition, but so much is frighteningly new. the style of the clothing, the kinds of jewelry on the people you pass. try as they might, they can’t locate a single vision anywhere, not even on you. they wonder if people hide them, like during the vision hunt decree, but even at home you don’t reach for it, you start fires with odd devices and plants grow slowly, the air and stone unmoving to your desires. you spill drinks. you freeze water using more strange machinery.

it’s so strange, because they can feel your world brim with elemental energy. their vision beams, shining so brightly with all of the potential suspended in your world. no matter how poor their elemental sight, your world glows, the air itself carrying a blue tinge. they try, in a world without visions, to use theirs, and their power springs in an instant to their fingertips. it dances across their hands, enveloping when they barely intended for a small spark, a small flame jumping across the dry grass of unspent energy in your world. they extinguish it quickly, tightening their hand into a fist to stamp it out before they damage something, and something like awe shines in their eyes. there’s so much, their vision so eagerly lapping it up, and you.. don’t use it?

you have machines for everything, devices to harness the wind and waves, boats to travel across water at impossible speeds, strange flying machines that you can hear from the ground, mere specks in the sky, and yet… you have yet to capture them in their most essential forms. you speak of elements, sometimes, but you use different names and there seems to be many, many more. you say that the air holds ‘nitrogen’, that you seal things with foil of ‘aluminum’, and you even say that water itself is composed of ‘hydrogen’ and ‘oxygen’, something that they struggle to understand. how can water be made of something else? how can hydro users bend more than one thing to their will? how can anemo wielders command such a broad spectrum of things? you speak of other elements in the earth, and though some are familiar, such as iron and gold, others’ names hold no meaning. you say potassium is in fruit, that there’s multicolored rocks called bismuth and poisonous liquids named mercury. you say that there’s 118 elements, when all they’ve known is 7.

it takes them a while to come to terms with that one, and even then they settle on it being inherently outside of their understanding. after all, they are in a world crafted by a god.

speaking of..

there are multiple religions in your world?

and it’s not as if they’re different ways or interpretations of the same god, no, it’s entirely different ones. not in the ways of teyvat, where everybody’s aware of all seven and follows the one of their nation, not even that much. they’re wildly different, with different policies and ways of worship, some with multiple gods and others with just one. some are strict, ways of lifestyle chosen and laid out, whilst others are lax. and even within the same religion, it varies from one place of worship to another? somehow? some religions specify clothing, disallowing certain parts of the body to be exposed- which they can understand to an extent. it’s when they learn of religions that police love, ones that write in harsh lines where and when and who somebody can love, that they need to take a step away.

so many parts of your world are confusing. so bright, flashy, new, rumbling in the walls and barreling down the roads with nothing but a scream to warn. lights are everywhere, every sign and post and building vying for your attention. this they could understand, as who wouldn’t wish to be the object of your interest, but the most dizzying fact that they learn during their stay is that you are no different than anybody else. everybody is subject to these sights, everybody is pulled in by a particular shade or cut of cloth, everybody is startled by the bright lights and loud announcements. everybody. you’re lost in the ocean of people so different and yet endlessly identical, nobody’s eyes lingering on you or calling your name specifically. when you step into a crowd, nobody notices you, save for the select, precious few to whom you are known. you have to carve out a place in your world, go out of your way to make sure your name, your face, your interests are kept in somebody’s mind, and even then people dare to forget.

that’s the worst of all. overwhelming lights, sounds, smells: nothing. it makes sense that they’d be out of their depth in a world built for the divine. but to know that you’re not receiving any of the recognition you deserve, to know that nobody thinks highly of your work in teyvat, to know that you were kind enough descend and build yourself a new life amongst the world, and to share your creation across said world, only for nobody to appreciate it. nobody thinks twice. people dare to complain over something you’ve hand-crafted, over something that, even after completion, you revisited with a traveller, doing your best to save one sibling and fix the problems that had cropped up in your wake. you’ve done so much, you’ve cared after it so lovingly, and you boosted the power of some of those you granted a vision to. as somebody who had experienced this love first hand, the favored could not find the words to express their anger at the situation. your world was wrong, it was cruel, and though they found beauty in the most hidden of places, it didn’t change the fact that it didn’t love you.

it only strengthened their desire to take you back to teyvat, where you would be truly loved.

[canisalbus]

do machete and vasco live in a dog only world? or are there other animals? and are there non anthropomorphic animals too, or are they all anthropomorphicized?

I'd say

1. replace all humans with domestic dogs

2. actual four-legged dogs don't exist

3. wild canids, like wolves and foxes, exist but aren't anthropomorphic

4. the rest of the animal kingdom is the same

[halfhissandwich]

Hehehehehe Roman and Virgil doing things together would be really nice :)

Virgil’s introducing Roman to Marcus the spider!