#wholesome to angsty

[yourbuerokrat2]

Anyone wanna talk Q!Picard, have a drabble about a scenario with him, etc?

[vebokki]

do you ever wonder how often binghe created a dreamscape to see sqq when he was in the abyss? and how often he was abruptly waken up by hunger, wounds, or terrifying sounds and had to start all over again?

[xexedraws]

ok so, nobody warned me about how therapeutic drawing happy radiostatic was gonna be 🥹

[all-encompassing-hero]

I love how Farcille art comes in three very distinct genres.

1. Very sweet and loving girlfriends infatuated with eachother

2. "We are both monsters, one in flesh, one in spirit, cast out by the world we once called home, doomed by the narrative to never be truly happy, always longing for when we were young and free and could find comfort in one anothers embrace."

3. You think she uses the dragon form in the bedroom?

[oatmealdoodles]

Stolitz cheek touchies

[jyjkj]

Lando congratulating oscar first thing after he got out and the little helmet pats 😭

Squish-

Disappointed but not at each other 🥹

[emdeerm]

*Insert that Spiderman meme*

So, we see a lot of "DComics exists in Danny's world and he knows about the Batfam".

And I raise this:

"Danny Phantom exists in the DC universe and Damian knows a lot about Danny because he was forced to watch a cartoon by Richard. Who loved the show."

So, Danny ends up in the DC universe (bad reveal or something else - your pick). He knows about this place. He is an avid fan. He is a little confused at first about what version this is (a mix. It's a mix of favourites) but otherwise he's having fun.

That is, until Robin pulls the stunt where he comes upto him and speaks to.him about things he really shouldn't know????

[sheikfangirl]

Alternate Totk headcanon: Puppet Zelda won and and broke Link. He got entirely consumed by hatred and despair and is beyond saving now. No hope, no heart, unredeemable. Link is Puppet Zelda's corrupted knight. He is Dark Link.

[pastelricky]

This is why I shouldn't draw at 3 in the morning when I can not sleep. I always start designing fankids for whatever ship is currently giving me brainrot.

Hanamusashipping has me in a ditch and won't let me escape.

I need to draw art of jessie being a soccer mom now, don't I?

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

(It looks unfinished but I promise it isn't)

Happy birthday to the bestest boy

[emistations]

My take on Mobian Maria

Backstory:

[pistachi0art]

failed clone, new sister! 👥

[pincushionx]

Hunter head canon #3

Hunter his whole life has done something guard related. From training to be a scout which are essentially foot guards to the highest ranking guard, the golden guard. He wasn’t just trained to guard he was raised guarding. It’s something he does thats probably second nature for him.

With that being said I truly believe he will continue being a guard to everyone he cares about even if it’s no longer his job and even if he barley knows that person. (gus and luz for example in labyrinth runners and hunting palismen ) It’s ingrained in him the same way sheep dogs will heard humans because it’s what they know.

So I imagine hunter instinctively standing up in front of the hexsquad unconsciously guarding. Even if they are simply hanging out. They ask him about it and he admits he does it without even noticing.

Of course a lot of these behaviors stem from PTSD like him being hyper vigilante and being prepared to defend from any possible attack but even in moments he knows he safe he’s always watching making sure they don’t get hurt by something little like falling and making sure their all secure. He’s not even violent just defensive.

He keeps them organized even if can’t keep himself organized, he becomes aware of their mannerism in a objective way, he guides them. They basically become his herd in way.

Even if Luz could be seen being the ‘leader’, Hunter is always next to her ever so slightly in front, like a guard.

Luz is also protective but that’s a habit she developed while again for Hunter it’s ingrained.

It’s quite cute actually if you ignore his past, him being a protective friend willing to defend the people he cares about no matter what.

In short Hunter got that Doberman/collie instinct in him lol

Any who, love me a protective Hunter

[edgeray]

Arlecchino is a cold person.

(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)

It's no suprise to anyone. It is simply an objective fact of the matter. She is aware of this. The House of the Hearth is aware of this. The Fatui are aware of this. It's ironic given the nature of her vision, but it nonetheless rings true despite the fire she possesses on her blackened fingertips. She is callous and curt, and underneath her skin there is nothing except frigid ice that envelopes her being like a fitted coat. She speaks with no warmth, acts with the absence of heat, exists in a constant state of cold emptiness--a state in which there is a void inside of her, as if sucking all that is human of her.

Years ago, when she was just a child of the same orphanage she headed, she had naive thoughts of finding companionship, someone who would provide the warmth she sought on lonesome nights. She was barely just an adolescent who dreamed of lying in someone's arms, feel the heartbeat of another so surely, it would remind her that she was indeed alive. For even the briefest of moments, she yearned for someone who would, if not shield, then distract her from the cruelties of this world. She had shed those foolish wishes aside. In the House of the Heart that she was raised in, such notions were admonished, in fact, the wishful thinking was one of the reasons she had nearly lost her life. Never again, she had promised to herself, when she mercilessly beat the backstabber. It was then that she believed when the time came, her tale would end the same way as it began for her: alone. As the years of being a Fatui, then becoming a Fatui Harbinger, hardened her, there was comfort in that view.

That is what she believed in. Until you came.

Iciness wraps her being. It is present in her expression, in her words, in her touch. But that is exactly why she finds solace in your being. Her vision could only grant her a synthetic flame, but, you, you're an everlasting hearth. She melts in your embrace every time she slots herself in your arms, as it feels like a kindling ignited in her heart. It is only with you, that she learns how warmth can be found in.

Arlecchino is a cold person.

It is why you, as a warm one, is perfect for her. You whisk away the most depraved thoughts, ease her of any emotional and mental turmoil, and you do not treat her with the same coldness as the world seems so fond of doing to her. You are her flame, the one that sparks her being and reminds her that she is alive because her heart beats with you, beats for you.

Except you are cold now. It is unfathomable to her how you can be this way when your entire being exists to warm her, but when she touches your skin, you are unbearably frozen. Your body does not tremble like it does when her clawed fingers ever so gently trace your skin. The corner of your lips doesn't quirk up into the usual small smile of yours when she appears in your sight, but they remain ever rigid like the rest of you. Uncharacteristically, your expression doesn't soften with her presence.

You are cold, just like her. And that makes her afraid. Her hand searches for it, prodding your skin for a familiar thumping that is nowhere to be found. You continue to stare at her, unblinking. Here would be the moment where you give her a beaming smirk and you'd cup her face tenderly as if she was glass. And she would let you, because you are her beloved, who has watched her shatter so many times before and wordlessly each shard back together, and it is for that reason that she would lean closer towards your touch.

Because you lie broken in her arms and her hands are stained again with the familiar color of red. Your eyes are glossy and gaze unblinkingly at her. Frozen. Even when you are covered in your blood, you are beautiful, she notes, but oh, so cold that it makes her doubt if you were warm to begin with.

She misses your warmth. Where has it gone? Or has it died along with you?

Her hearth is gone. And as she clings onto your form, her body wracking with a fear and desperation she's never known before, two revelations come to her: that there is no such thing as an everlasting fire, and even after so many years ago, she was right along.

Arlecchino is a cold person. And she will remain always cold.

[jungleclan]

Prologue

Prologue - Moon x

Two cats remain after their clan mysteriously goes missing...

Welcome to JungleClan, my silly little clangen 💖

NEXT

[tornado1992]

Tails is not a big fan of clothing.

But, he’s also not a big fan of Sonic forbidding him from using black hoodies, besides the fact that it’s an oddly specific prohibition (like what’s with the sudden interest in clothes?) there’s also the fact that Sonic didn’t exactly tell him why and just said something along the lines of “black is not your color”. Well first of all, RUDE, he would look so cool in black!, and second of all, who does he think he is? Sure he’s his big brother but not his boss, he’s the boss! He’s eight years old, he can wear whatever he wants!

So he might have just bought some black hoodies on purpose and he might be planning on wearing one today just to spite Sonic (this will show him, he does look good in black! Even if he never actually wears it…).

He usually arrives to Tails’ workshop at… 1 minute from now (oops, well, time flies when you’re scheming odd ways to annoy your big bro, time to shine, he only has 30 seconds left!), putting on the hoodie that quickly comes with the price of messing his bangs upwards instead of the looseness they usually show, oh well, doesn’t matter, maybe the new hairstyle would look good with the new clothes! He could even try and put on some metal accesories later, maybe something to make his tails look cooler.

He can hear jumpy and joyful steps as the front door opens rapidly behind him, Tails turns and puts on the biggest smirk he can manage, preparing multiple comebacks for anything the speedster could say about his new look, but when his sight reaches his big brother he notices there’s no annoyance surrounding him, not a bit of anger, and not a drop of amusement, all he can see in those emerald eyes is shock, before is evolved to confusion, just to be replaced by a pure sight of fear and something so much alike sorrow,.

Tails gasps to the sudden reaction, he was expecting Sonic to mock him for his wardrobe choice, not for him to freeze dead on his tracks without a word, not for him to just stare at him, and certainly he wasn’t expecting the upcoming tears he could see forming in his brother’s eyes.

Sonic stays still, looking at Tails as if it wasn’t him in that black hoodie, almost as if he was an alucination, a dream or even a ghost, just seeing right through him. Tails himself stays frozen while looking everywhere for the cause to his brother’s sudden change of attitude, he isn’t sure if he’s looking at the same Sonic he knows through those glassy eyes.

There’s hesitation in Sonic’s steps when he walks towards him, slowly, as if expecting the kit to disappear if he moved too fast, not that he noticed, he was far too busy thinking of a way to chase away his brother’s tears, and just as Tails turned his sight back at him he found his cheek being cupped by the hedgehog’s trembling hand, his sorrowful gaze directed to the kit’s face while he rubbed the fur on his muzzle, with such gentleness, as if he was holding the worlds most fragile, precious gem, a new softer touch finding its way to his bangs, putting them back to the usual style.

Sonic wasn’t one to show such direct affection, at least not in physical form, even if he was acting strangely clingier this past few days since the battle in the mountain… this was a whole new level, and Tails is not one to deny any of his brother’s limited edition physical affection acts; the last time Sonic held him like this they were far more younger, Tails being way more tinier, not even tall enough to reach and look straight into Sonic’s eyes, but that wasn’t a problem then, Sonic made sure to carry him so he was close enough for their foreheads to touch, that had been for special occasions though, for when one of them (mostly Tails) needed it, wether it’d be because of sadness, fear, sorrow, or a dreadful combination of all.

Apparently Sonic needed it this time, because the warmth of the hedgehog’s forehead against his wasn’t a memory anymore.

Yeah, Tails won’t be wearing that black hoodie again anytime soon.