#thanks for the ask :)

[todomemolesta18]

Sinsmas definitely make Blitzo ooc he was the type who finish the job and didn't care whether the client is innocent or not. Ember Lynn for example she wasn't horrible but blitzo still do his job immediately without any hesitation. Also with stolas thing i'm sure blitzo would laugh at stolas misery and didn't do anything to defend him

ALL OF THIS. Why is he so OOC? Ah, I know. Cause Viv wanted to write her yaoi wattpad fic, except there are better wattpad fics. I just dont understand why does he see in Stolas. And he didnt have trouble killing an (aparently) innocent family before.

[thaltro]

more horror art please... i love the way you draw him ....... <:3

Ok!

I drew a doodle of him a little bit ago so I just coloured it

[stealingpotatoes]

A Jedi, a Sith, and a child killer walk into the bar. The bartender says “Get the f[rick] out, Skywalker."

well now you've raised a great question bc he's only a child-killer as a Vader and doesn't have enough time pre-suit to go to a bar, so he'd have to go when he can't like... drink properly. would he order a drink to stare at it??

or -- and hear me out here -- crazy straw

[glitchedcosmos]

Sonic and Shadow never really wanted to admit that they liked each other, especially to their crush's face, but that went flying out the window when Sonic took one of Shadow's threats during their sparring sessions as flirting, and he went for it.

Sonic got gut punched immediately after.

[whump-in-the-closet]

what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

[rollersfataft]

Good evening, I was curious if you doodle a Swerve?

absolutely, swervimus right from the source

[new-revenant]

Whenever Danny gets summoned, Clockwork freezes time and tells Danny to accept or reject. From an outside perspective, it looks like Danny's glitching

Clockwork is the one actually honoring the deals whenever Danny is told to say yes. Clockwork is bored and this gets him out of the tower

It's usually simple things like restoring youth or offers of power, which Clockwork does by rewinding time on a target or giving them a blob ghost, thank you Spectra for a proof of concept

Clockwork's price for doing this? Breaking Barry Allen's legs. Danny doesn't know why Clockwork has it out for this one guy, but he's not gonna question the guy who's been helping him and every other time traveler not named Barry

Except now. He's really questioning Clockwork since the latest summoning ended with Clockwork turning the human sacrifice into a baby and dropping Danny and the baby back home... in front of his parents

I’ve seen the last ask you gave to finemeal prompt, you sure do have it out for Barry haha.

Anyways, Danny’s just like “help i found a baby what do I do” to his parents. New sibling, or maybe child??? acquired.

[forrpercyy]

Could you draw ruegard?

I have before!! I need to draw them more tho

[gilverrwrites]

You know a horrible thing to happen would be discovering that the WHOLE batfam heard the sounds of you and Dick. Everyone knows that he'll make you scream and extract sounds you've never knew you had and he's a also hyper vocal, his moans , screams and other sounds can be heard. I would've never recover from the second hand embarrassment and would try to fly the country.

And he does that shit on purpose. Plays with your most sensitive parts until you're too needy to hold it back. Until you can't help begging him. Trying to keep your tone hushed but too sex drunk to control the volume.

“Shhhhhh.” he hushes your cries as he stretches out your tight little hole inch by titillating inch. “Fuck baby, I know, I know it feels so good but we’ve gotta keep quiet.”

In the next breath he's pounding your sex over and over, right at that angle, the one he knows makes you scream. You're choking back strangled moans, gritting your teeth to keep quiet, pulling his hair to let out your pent-up energy.

“You're so good, baby.” He praises you between puffs of breath, his mouth on your neck, nibbling those tender spots. “So, so good, baby, staying quiet for me. Maybe I'm not fucking you hard enough?”

Reactions are mixed. Not quite as bad as when it happened to Bruce, but ultimately still awkward.

Alfred would be first, with some kind of dry whit. Offering you a refreshment perhaps, as it seems you may need it.

Duke, Tim, and Bruce might offer Dick some kind of comment later, but for now, none of them are looking you in the eye.

Cass, Steph, Jason, and Babs can look. They can look at you with sharp, amused, knowing looks, and they can make jokes, primarily at Dicks expense but yours as well once they get to know you better.

Cass and Steph in particular are very giggly about it, not mean-spirited, but definitely pointed.

Damian only cared that your racket was an inconvenience to him, and requests that must you do that in the house, could you do it quieter?

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We were in a restaurant, purposely going there while you’re in labor (water already broke) because we wanted to do a public birth. We played along as you continue to labor.

Soon enough, you told me that you need to push. I was excited to see you give birth into that tight jeans of yours, but I say to you: “Don’t push… not yet.”

I’d done so well, keeping my labouring noises to a minimum, as we sat in a booth at a mediocre restaurant chain. When we arrived you waited politely for me to take a seat first then, instead of sitting opposite, you sit down next to me on the leather covered bench. No doubt wanting a front row view of what was to come.

The music played loudly over the speakers, accompanied by the excited chatter of patrons drinking and laughing on a casual night out, completely aware of our current situation. There was barely any room with us both sat on the same cushioned bench, my swollen pregnant body squished between the wall and your body.

As the contractions ramped up I began to rock forward and back, desperate to alleviate the pressure building in my hips as our baby’s head sunk deeper into the bowl of my pelvis. I clamped my mouth shut to muffle my involuntary groaning as the waves relentlessly crashed through my whole body. Your hands were soft and supportive, rubbing my aching back, squeezing my thigh or holding my hands. And yet, your body did not move from the seat, keeping me trapped in the corner of the bustling restaurant.

The waiters gave me concerned looks as I became more and more sweaty and dishevelled with every visit to our table, but your reassuring smile and friendly tone seemed to put a stop to the staff making any comments of my wellbeing.

I managed to last through the starters and main course, but as we ordered desserts I was starting to struggle. The heavy weight pressing down in my hips was getting more urgent, the skull of the baby’s head widening my cervix and squeezing through the birth canal. Even with the soft elastic of my maternity jeans, my belly felt tight and constricted. The pain of the contractions starting to make me nauseous.

The grunt that rattled my throat was uncontrollable as the latest cramp squeezed everything down.

“Nngh— I think I need to push…” I panted, gripping the edge of the wooden table, trying to breathe through the instinctive urge to bear down.

“Don’t push… not yet.” You grumbled against the shell of my ear, holding one hand possessively on the top curve of my contracting belly.

The waiter came over with our desserts but I could barely look up, solely focussed on not giving into the pressure. You took the plates with our desserts, ordered another beer, and rubbed my back in a casual affectionate way.

I whimpered against the raging spasms rippling my belly. I needed to move, my legs needed to be wider, the baby was coming down… coming out. The noise of the restaurant faded into the background as my grunting occupied my senses. Another contraction contorted my belly, shifting and squeezing everything inside. Oh fuck, I couldn’t last much longer—

“I can’t h-hold it… I have to push…. Mnghhhh!!”

Before you could react I was bearing down against the weight in my womb, giving in to instincts and the primal urge to birth.

“No!” You snapped, quickly moving your hand from your beer to between my open legs under the table. Your palm covered the crotch of my jeans and it was clear from the look in your eyes that the hand was going to stay for a while. “Okay… you’ve done so well sweetheart. You can push now if you want.”

I knew it was futile, I knew your immovable hand was blocking its exit, but I couldn’t stop myself from bearing down, pushing against the large mass of the baby sitting just behind my lips.

“That’s it. Push for me darling.” You smirked, feeling the baby bulging in my jeans, knowing it wouldn’t get very far with your hand and my jeans in the way.

~ ko-fi ☕️ ~

[spookyratking]

Can you draw P03 (or the uberbots) from Inscryption again, pretty please??? With a mechanical cherry on top???

OFC I CAAANNNNNNN

WENT TO DRAW P03 IMMEDIATELY AFTER SEEING THIS ASK GHHHHJJJHH I totally forgot I just drew em once and never again...hes a little hard to draw but I love hjim..

[penumbramewtwos]

So how's it feel to recover so many years? I wish I can do that ;w;

(Joke ask, you can just....🚗 vroooooom)

Funnily enough, if she were to actually recover herself into her youthful self, her pointy horns and red mega eyes would remain; I just found it funnier if she completely reverted in these non-canon shitposts XD

[bubdraws]

An art request diakko dancing

[thaltro]

Oo! What about Horror x Dust? They're my favorite! Love your art btw <3

Yup here you go. I feel like Horror holds him like a prize winning fish. have your horror dust meal eat up.

[glitchedcosmos]

THANK YOU PRIME, FOR GIVING US SHY SHADOW, THANK YOUUUUUU,

They gave us the best shadow and nobody can pay me to think otherwise

[realm-sweet-realm]

send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤

Sure thing!

@creepyalienghost

@standardizedbogey

@sp1derc1der

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