#thanks lovely anon

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Springtrap (who's his own person): “You shouldn't be anywhere near this fight with Glitchtrap! You're too important!” 

Glamrock Freddy: "I am not!"

Springtrap: "Yes, you are!"

Glamrock Freddy: "NO!"

Springtrap: "Why won't you just let me do this for you, FREDBEAR?!" 🐻

After that came a very long and painful silence... :')

[mothandpidgeon]

just you, Javi G and sandcastle building.

For a full minute I did not understand what this was referring to. I fully did ask which Pedro boy you would you take on a beach vacation. I’m drinking wine 🙃🫠 sorry, anon.

This is really a great choice because I’m going on a yacht. How fun would it be to build a sandcastle with human golden retriever Javi G. And for that matter I bet he has a yacht. And he could put sunscreen on me. He would love to do that. He loves taking care of you. (I need 100 spf.)

Tbh I’m not really looking forward to wearing a bathing suit but I bet he would tell me that I look good even if I’m not feeling confident. Is this getting sad? Is it the wine? I would love to do drugs with him also.

Let’s talk about sand sticking to Javi’s calves. I’m bringing that image on vacation with me.

[salt-warrior]

I’m going to tell my future kids about you and your perfect kaider fan fics. I don’t know anyone who has written them as perfectly as you

I am the most honored, anon. I bow before thee and bless thy future children with all the chaos in my being<3

[aoubooming]

hi dani, you are a wonderful friend and human, and your fics are always so inventive. I am delighted when I see you on my dash!

Anon! You are the absolute sweetest and just totally made my day! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

[lauradevries]

Cinderella Snapped by Jax

Ooh love that I give off that vibe. I’m defo a princess lmao, and emotional is right! Wanna be more, fuck what other people think I should do and be, than I am, but I’ll take that

[cowboysorceror]

a falling star fell from your heart 🌠

[adaki]

Do you draw Nina the killer perchance..

Yes and I end up disliking the drawings every time without fail but I thugged it out to give u this

[ahhrenata]

redraw of this ooooold piece

[hinamie]

in my portrait era it wld seem

choso and/or yuki request for anon <3

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[rookanisstuff]

I just wanted to say that the one piece you crafted of a particular kiss caught my heart, and I keep looking at it. Just... thank you for the art you gift this community.

You have a gift. You share it, and we love it. Know you ARE appreciated.

a smooch just for u anon (and a million for Lucanis)

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Unlike Glamrock Freddy, Springtrap (who's his own person) viciously attacks the brainwashed animatronics that get near Gregory, because Springtrap is desperate to save at least ONE CHILD from death... Glamrock Freddy has to prevent Springtrap from going too far... Gregory thinks that Springtrap is a badass! 🐇

I like this idea! And I could just imagine it like that XD

[surielstea]

I have an idea for an az x reader oneshot. az has been captured or has a nightmare and feels like he's been taken back to the time when he was all alone and locked up. and when he is rescued or wakes up, reader and his daughter (i love az as a girl dad 🥹) are there and he is reminded that he will never be alone again.

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel has a nightmare but when he wakes to the sight of you and his daughter he’s reminded that the horrors he’s faced have been conquered.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, descriptions of nightmares, brief gore, burning, it’s all fluff though guys I promise

Word count: 1.3k (she’s a shorty)

The room was small—if it could even be called a room. A cage, more like. Cramped and suffocating, the stone walls pressed in from either side, damp and ice-cold against the bare skin of his back. The space was narrow but stretched long into shadow, a void where the dim sliver of moonlight from the single, high-placed window refused to reach. Darkness clung to the corners, thick as tar, seething, alive.

He curled in on himself, knees pulled to his chest. His wings, too large for the confines of the cell, wrapped around him in a pitiful attempt at a shield. There was barely enough room to breathe, let alone stretch. How had they even forced him in here? He wasn't a child anymore—his broad shoulders nearly brushed either wall, his body too big for this place, yet just as weak.

A tremor racked his frame. Panic sank its claws into his ribs, scraping bone, tightening like a vice around his throat. The walls were closing in. The darkness pressed against his skin. It was happening again.

He squeezed his eyes shut, but it did nothing to stop the voices of the shadows. They slithered out from the blackness, creeping through the cracks in his mind, whispering, then hissing, then screaming—so many at once, overlapping, deafening.

Then came the smell; a sickly, acrid stench, curling into his lungs. Flesh burning.

Pain followed, swift and merciless. A blinding agony licked up his arms, searing his wrists where unseen chains bound him, branding him all over again. His muscles seized. He tried to pull away, but the heat was alive, crawling, devouring. It raced up his skin like wildfire fed on oil, consuming his chest, his throat, his face—

Distantly there were low, mocking chuckles from the darkness beyond the flames. Familiar voices. His half-brothers. Their amusement laced with cruelty, savoring his agony, relishing his screams—except he wasn't screaming. He couldn't.

His lips were parted, but no sound escaped, only the crackle of his own burning flesh. The fire climbed higher, deeper, beneath his skin, into his bones, hollowing him out from the inside. His fingers twisted, blackened, melted away, and still, the flames roared, endless, unstoppable.

He was burning. Burning again. Burning, burning, burning—

Azriel shot up in bed, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat as he shoved the blankets off himself. His skin burned, slick with sweat, his chest heaving like he had just clawed his way out of that cell—out of the fire. He staggered from the bed, the air in the room thick and suffocating, too hot, too much.

It was pitch black. Too much like that cell.

His heart slammed against his ribs as his hand shot out, searching, desperate—only to find the empty space beside him. The mattress was still warm, but not from you. He raked his fingers over the sheets, frantic, where were you? His breath came sharp and fast, the heat pressing in, caging him all over again.

Then, a sound cut through the thick, suffocating air. A soft wail. Not pained or panicked, but small, needy. His daughter's cry.

The noise grounded him in an instant, shattering the lingering illusion of flame and darkness. His pulse still pounded, his body still burned, but the fear loosened its grip just enough for his mind to catch up with reality.

Azriel was moving before he could think, pushing through the bedroom door and into the hallway. The wide space greeted him, nothing like the cage of his dreams—he could stretch his wings here, breathe here. The cool air did little to soothe the fire beneath his skin, but it didn't matter. His feet carried him forward, silent as ever, straight to the nursery.

The door was already ajar. Moonlight poured in through the wide windows, illuminating the room in soft silver. And there you stood, swaying gently with your daughter in your arms, humming a quiet lullaby. The sound was soft, soothing, meant for the child cradled against your chest—but it eased something deep in Azriel's ribs, too.

The little girl hiccupped a few more times, tiny fingers curled into the fabric of your nightgown, but she wasn't crying anymore. She simply blinked up at you with large, teary hazel eyes—the same shade as his.

Azriel swallowed thickly and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling, grounding himself in your scent, your touch, your cool skin against his overheated body.

You didn't flinch or startle. Just shifted slightly to let him hold you, resting one hand against the back of his head, fingers threading through his damp hair.

"You're burning up, Az." Your voice was soft, filled with quiet concern. You shifted like you wanted to turn and look at him, but he only held you tighter, afraid to let go.

"Did something happen?" You asked, fingers massaging gently at his scalp. "Nightmare?"

"Something like that," he murmured, lips brushing against the delicate skin of your collarbone.

You sighed, glancing down at your child, who gazed back with sleepy eyes, no longer fussing. "I think she's getting them too."

Azriel's throat tightened. His daughter, haunted by something she didn't even understand yet. It gutted him.

You must have sensed his thoughts, because you squeezed his hand, lacing your fingers with his. "Why don't we go outside? Get some fresh air?"

He knew what you were doing. Knew that you knew exactly what his nightmare had been about. But he didn't protest. He let you lead him out, stepping past the walls that had felt too tight, too constraining, and into the open air of the garden beyond.

The cold air kissed his fevered skin, a stark contrast to the lingering heat that clung to him. Azriel inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the crisp night air, laced with the scent of the flowers blooming in the garden. The tightness in his chest eased further, the remnants of his nightmare unraveling with each breath.

You stood barefoot in the grass, your silk nightgown whispering against your thighs as the wind toyed with the delicate fabric. The moon bathed you in silver, casting a glow over your features as you tilted your head back, eyes drinking in the vast sprawl of the night sky. Galaxies stretched above you, stars burning bright in deep hues of blue and violet, endless and infinite.

He moved toward you, slow, reverent. With the gentlest touch he had ever honed, he took the now-sleeping girl from your arms, cradling her small body against his chest. She barely stirred, only nestling deeper into him, her soft breaths warming the crook of his neck. His hand supported her back with ease, the other finding its place around your shoulders, pulling you into him, holding you close.

You melted into his embrace, your arms wrapping around him without hesitation. And just like that—his entire world was in his arms. Safe. Sound. His.

Azriel pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, savoring the sensation of your steady breathing, the warmth of your body against his.

You pulled back slightly, your fingers brushing along his jaw, tilting his face toward yours. Moonlight caught in your eyes, filled with nothing but love and quiet concern. No pity—never pity. Just you.

"Are you okay?" you murmured, voice soft as the night around you.

He exhaled, the last of his fear scattering with the wind.

"I'm perfect," he answered, and he meant it.

Your lips curved in the faintest smile before he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. Your fingers slid into the back of his hair, grounding him, telling him without words that this was real, that he was here, that he was home.

When you pulled away, you didn't let go. Instead, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms tightened around you both as if holding you a little closer would keep the nightmares at bay.

The night was crisp and cool, the sky endless above them. No chains. No fire. No walls closing in. Just the three of you, beneath the stars.

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[is-this-fascism]

please consider helping a homeless man upgrade his situation

hello, i'm the funny yuri guy on tumblr. i'm also disabled and homeless, and while i'm in the lengthy process of getting on disability, i need some help.

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$335/10k

[ugly-bug-starscream]

Given Steve Buscemi plays Starscream in TFOne and he has 5 kids in your AU, please please PLEASE do a drawing of Starscream doing the "How do you do my fellow kids?" meme?

i LOVEE STEVE BUSCEMI AS STARSCREAM ITS SO PERFECT!!

sir you are a father and one of the oldest in high command of cybertron at this rate,,,,but i will let him try to be hip with the youngsters as a treat

bonus:

the youngsters arent very impressed

[lazylittledragon]

I remember you said you like when people notice the details in your art so:

I'm completely fine over Astarion's face being all scrunched and concentrated looking at his painting and then when Kit comes into frame he COMPLETELY SOFTENS. By fine I mean destroyed. Perfect no notes.

!!! i just think him being able to love and be loved is neat