#also TYYYYYY

[majachee]

Happy oven-ready day!

JOJO REFERENCEM?????

[t4tdanvis]

Charcoal and Raspberry

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

@cobrakiin here are ur bois! Causing problems and sucking face, as one tends to do :]

[Commission info]

[vozart]

i’ll finish all of these at some point i just need to focus on one of them first 🧎 help

[assigning-ii-as-mlpg3]

can u do cabby…. please if its not too much >w< this blog is so cuteeee i’ll make fanart of a fusion between her and whatever pony you pick :33

I think Cheerliee (earth pony) or Kimono!

EDIT!!! i also think Razzaroo fits her :3

[grecoromanyaoi]

lbr the sheer idea of a white (north) african is enough to fry a westerner's brain. this is how netflix cleopatra happened (I hope this doesn't sound condascending I love seeing you on my dash have a nice day)

usapilled ppl when u tell them that a historical hub of trade routes and cultural clashes that was conquered by 83938484 different groups throughout history is in fact ethnically diverse and it doesn’t make any ethnic group in the region less “legitimately” a part of that culture

[just-a-creep-babe]

THE ENDING OF PART 19??? HELLO???

Now, I am REALLY curious (esp as I thought Jackie boy marking her would just have her be naturally more drawn to her) as to her hot and cold personality bc one moment she is sleeping with him then the next she is ignoring him and sleeping with Masky and Hoodie 😭(Still on the fence bout Jeff tho 😭)

I am honestly SO HYPED for the re-write in Y/N's POV bc theres gotta be something and ngl I am looking forward to it!

YESSSSS IM mAD HYPED TO WRITE (Y/N)s POV!!!

I’m also planning on drawing one of the scenes in the part & making it like,, that part’s “banner” or wtv for (y/n)’s pov 🥹🥹

So I’m v V excited & it gets me excited all over again to hear someone looking forward to it!!!!!

[maschotch]

free ticket to talk about low empathy emily. i've missed your thoughts and opinion posts.

i love low empathy emily <3 i think it makes so much sense for her character… a child of a diplomat who grows up understanding the world through intricate rituals and structures that she doesn’t relate to, only to realize that there’s a big piece that many people actually do connect with. i think functionally she’s learned to manage it, and she’s intelligent enough to recognize the patterns of causes/effects of behaviors. i don’t think it bothers her but she’s worried it’ll make other people mistrustful if they found out, which is why she tries to hide it when she first joins the team.

i think her interpol team knew (and i think many of them had similar situations, but to what extent idk). i also think the bau members all have various levels of awareness. i think some of them would look at her differently, so they don’t see it or choose not to see it (like morgan and garcia). jj just thinks she’s good at compartmentalizing and has her own issues with her inferiority complex that makes her stuck with that idea of emily. i think spencer realizes it eventually… maybe in season 4? but he’s able to see evidence of her caring for them, so he recognizes that her mind just works differently and accepts it at that, which makes him more willing to share his own experiences with her. i think gideon and rossi can both tell immediately, but they don’t care. i think hotch probably would’ve been able to tell sooner if he wasn’t so hung up on taking his frustrations out on her in season 2… revelations should’ve been when he could tell but i don’t think it was until maybe season 3 that he truly realized. at first he’s skeptical whether it’ll interfere with her abilities as a profiler, but when it obviously doesn’t then it’s no longer his business

[apheliia]

Not to be very off topic but could I ramble about my bg3 pc in your dms? a scene I’m writing in specific. I won’t spoil anything ofc, I just love putting my blorbos through the wringer and also I love your writing and I wanna get better at injecting a bit of horror into my writing! Hope you’re having a great day as always

go for it! 🥺🫶 i'd love to hear about them, and i'd be happy to help in any way i can <3

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

SPITTAKES

HOLY SHIT DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

[murdleandmarot]

17, 20, and 25 for the ask game? :3

Hi hello!!!! Thank you for asking :DDD

17. Music, fairytales, and my friends :)))

Music is my entire life and I adore everything about it 😌. I could go on forever about my favorite songs, (Don’t even get me STARTED on Cats I have SO MUCH to say. Someday I WILL do a song by song breakdown of the show because yes I am insane)

Fairytales are the best ever and I love them :))) I have a huge book of them from all over the world with these rly cool illustrations.

My favorites have to be The Fitchers Bird or Bluebeard. I once used the Fitchers Bird to write a fanfiction *runs away,* and it’s obviously how much I love Bluebeard :) my favorite fairytale as a kid was Cinderella.

And I LOVE MY FRIENDS SM 🫶🫶🫶🫶 (irl or on here I love people <333)

20. Nights where I have motivation to write are the best in the entire world. The stars align. I have my over the ear headphones with me (Apple I will KILL YOU for getting rid of the headphone jack).

When it’s storming it’s also really nice :)) writing + storms are the perfect soup ever

25. SPRING 💐💐💐💐💐:DDDD!!!!!!

The winter depression ends, the MOURNING DOVES!!!!!!

Also it’s just me. I am spring💐💐💐💐💐💐.

[hoshigray]

my apologies for being MIA for a while (irl stuff + spring break), but to compensate for my loss, how bout sending me some thirst ideas?? :3

[gearsphere]

wizardly(?) portrait i saw in a thrift store

Holy shit…. Thank you it brings me genuine joy thats out there…..

[tiberius-kirks]

hiiii <3 33, 66 and 99 for the ask game

33. buzzkill -- MOTHICA

66. bilgewater -- brown bird

99. how I'd kill -- cowboy malfoy

send me a number for my spotify wrapped!

[luvst4rc0r3]

CAN YOU DO A JINX X READER FIC BUT READER IS PREGNANT AND LIKE SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO TELL JINX.

IF YOU DO IT TYYYYYY❤️❤️

“Two Pink Lines”

Jinx x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Mention of abortion?

WC:2311

NOTE: established relationship.

Your POV

You had been pacing the tiny space of your shared room for the last ten minutes, the little pregnancy test feeling like a bomb in your hands.

Your heart was pounding so hard it made your head hurt. You knew this wasn’t something you could just ignore—Jinx deserved to know. But saying it out loud? Actually forming the words? That felt impossible.

“Hey, Jinx, so, funny story—I’m pregnant.”

Nope. Too casual.

“Jinx, I have something to tell you… I’m having a baby.”

Too dramatic.

“Surprise! You knocked me up!”

Oh, hell no.

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. Every option sounded worse than the last. There was no way this wouldn’t shake her, no way this wouldn’t send her brain spinning in all directions. Jinx wasn’t bad with emotions—she just didn’t always know what to do with them. And this? This was big.

You had seen how uneasy she was lately, the way she watched you with that nervous, twitchy energy. She knew something was up, but instead of pressing, she’d let it fester, probably assuming the worst.

Jinx had been through too much, lost too many people, and she had this awful habit of thinking everything was her fault. And you had not been helping, avoiding her questions, brushing off her concerns, all because you didn’t know how to say it.

That had to stop.

You exhaled sharply.

You needed to tell her. But you also knew that telling her face-to-face might make it worse.

Jinx was all reaction—she acted before thinking, emotions bubbling over before she could grab hold of them. If you just told her, there was a chance she’d shut down, that panic would take over before she even had time to process.

But if you left the test somewhere she’d find it, without the pressure of you standing there waiting for a reaction… maybe that would help.

Your eyes landed on her workshop.

That’s it.

She was always working on something, always tinkering with gadgets and bombs. Her workbench was her safe space—the one place she could think things through. If you left the test there, she’d have time to work through the shock before she had to deal with you staring at her, waiting for an answer.

Decision made, you swallowed hard and forced yourself to move.

Jinx wasn’t in the workshop, which was perfect. You stepped inside, ignoring the usual chaos of scattered blueprints and half-finished projects, and placed the pregnancy test dead center on her workbench.

She wouldn’t miss it.

You took a shaky step back, staring at the little plastic stick like it might suddenly shout the news for you.

This was the best way. You had to believe that.

Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked out. You’d give her a couple of hours—enough time to let her mind run in circles, freak out, and hopefully settle before you came back.

You just had to hope she wouldn’t blow anything up in the process.

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Jinx’s POV

Jinx felt like her skin didn’t fit right.

Something was wrong.

You were gone again, and she had no idea where or why. You kept sneaking off, looking at her like she was some kind of fragile bomb that might explode if you said the wrong thing.

She hated it.

Hated not knowing.

Hated the pit of anxiety gnawing at her stomach.

She stomped into her workshop, muttering to herself, fingers twitching at her sides. Maybe she could work on something, blow off some steam, keep her hands busy before she—

Her eyes landed on her workbench.

Jinx froze.

There, right in the middle of the mess, was something that didn’t belong. A little box.

Her brows furrowed. She stepped closer, picking it up and flipping it over in her hands. The words on the front made her stomach drop.

Pregnancy Test.

Her breath hitched.

That wasn’t—

No way.

She ripped the box open, fingers fumbling as she pulled out the little plastic stick inside.

Two pink lines.

Her heart stopped.

She stared at it, willing the lines to disappear, to change, to be anything else.

Two lines meant—

It meant—

Jinx’s breath came fast and shallow, her grip tightening around the test. Her thoughts were spiraling too fast to grab onto.

You were pregnant.

With her baby.

Her lungs felt too tight. Her hands were shaking. The world tilted, her brain screaming at her to do something, but she didn’t even know what.

This was why you’d been acting weird. This was why you were avoiding her, why you looked so nervous every time she got too close.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Did you think she’d be mad? Did you think she wouldn’t want this?

Jinx stumbled back, almost knocking over a pile of scrap metal.

A baby. A tiny, fragile thing that would need her, to touch her, to need her warmth.

Her.

Jinx.

A girl who broke everything she touched.

She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking in a sharp breath. No, no, don’t go there, don’t—

Her brain wanted to run, to slip into that dark, gnawing place where she wasn’t enough, where she couldn’t be enough. But another thought cut through the panic—sharp, insistent.

You hadn’t left.

You didn’t run.

You left this for her to find, trusting that she’d handle it.

She blinked down at the test again.

Her fingers loosened.

The fear was still there, lurking under her skin, but something else was rising up too—something warm and unfamiliar.

You were having a baby.

Her baby.

Jinx let out a breathless, slightly manic laugh.

She had to find you. Now.

And you had a lot of explaining to do.

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You took your time getting home, dragging your feet through the dimly lit streets of Zaun. Every step felt heavier than the last, your stomach in knots.

You had done it. You had left the test on her desk. You had given her time.

Now you had to face whatever came next.

But the closer you got, the more the fear crept in.

What if she freaked out?

What if she shut down?

What if she left?

Jinx had a habit of running from things that hurt. And this? This had the potential to destroy her.

Your hands were ice-cold when you finally reached the door. You hesitated, heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.

Then, slowly, you pushed it open.

Jinx was standing in the middle of the room.

Her shoulders were hunched, her hands curled into fists at her sides. The pregnancy test was still clutched in her fingers, white-knuckled like she had been holding onto it for hours.

The moment she saw you, she went still.

Completely still.

Your breath caught.

She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t moving toward you.

She was just staring.

The weight of it crushed you.

She didn’t want this.

You could see it in the way she held herself, in the way her fingers trembled slightly around the test, in the way her mouth parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t force the words out.

Your stomach turned, a sick, hollow feeling settling in your chest.

She didn’t want this.

And that meant—

You swallowed hard, your voice coming out quiet, fragile.

“I can get rid of it.”

The second the words left your mouth, Jinx broke.

“No!”

Her voice was so sharp, so panicked that it actually made you flinch.

Your breath hitched.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The room was suffocating, thick with something raw and unbearable.

Jinx’s breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast. She looked—

Terrified.

Not of you. Not of the baby.

Of losing you.

“You don’t—” her voice cracked, and she shook her head so violently her braids whipped around her shoulders. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think—”

You took a step back.

Jinx moved forward immediately, closing the distance like she was afraid you’d slip away if she didn’t grab hold of you now.

“You thought I didn’t want this?” she asked, voice strangled. “You thought I—?”

You had.

She saw it in your face.

Her expression twisted, something like hurt flashing behind her eyes, and it made your chest ache.

“Shit,” she breathed, voice cracking. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “I don’t—I don’t know how to do this, okay? I don’t know how to be—” Her throat bobbed. “I don’t even know how to be a person most days. How the hell am I supposed to be a—?”

She cut herself off.

Didn’t say the word.

Couldn’t.

The weight of it was too much.

You looked down, eyes burning. “Then maybe—”

“No,” she snapped, voice hoarse. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”

Jinx ran a shaking hand over her face, dragging her fingers through her hair.

“I want this,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I want you. I want—”

Her gaze dropped to your stomach, and something in her expression cracked.

“I want them.”

It was barely a breath, barely a sound, but it knocked the air from your lungs.

She looked lost, like she didn’t know how to want this but did anyway.

Your throat tightened.

“You do?”

Jinx let out a soft, broken laugh, but it was filled with confusion and fear. “I do,” she whispered, her eyes glossy. “I just don’t know how. I don’t know how to be ready for this. But I want to try. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose us.”

Her voice wavered, and she reached out, her hand trembling as she placed it gently on your stomach. It felt tentative, like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to touch you, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to have a future with you and the baby.

But her fingers lingered there, almost as though she were trying to feel something real, something to ground herself. Her breathing was shallow, her body stiff, like she was holding herself together by sheer will.

You didn’t know what to say.

You could see it in her eyes—the fear, the doubt, the overwhelming weight of everything crashing down at once. She loved you, she wanted you, she wanted the baby, but she was terrified. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin everything. She couldn’t bear to mess this up.

But all you could think about was the space between you, the way she was afraid to touch you too hard, like she might break something precious.

“I don’t want to do this alone,” Jinx muttered, her voice cracking as she looked up at you, her face twisted with desperation. “Please, don’t make me do this alone. I… I don’t know how to be a mom. I don’t even know how to fix myself half the time, let alone another person. But I swear to you, I’ll try. I’ll try, okay?”

Her words hung in the air, raw and painful, and you could feel your heart breaking for her. You reached out, pulling her close, wrapping your arms around her. She tensed at first, but then she melted into you, pressing her forehead against your shoulder, her body trembling.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving this. We’ll figure it out. Together. I promise.”

Jinx clung to you tightly, as if she feared you would disappear if she let go for even a second. Her hands dug into your back, her nails pressing into your skin as though she were holding onto the last thread of stability in her life.

But even as she held onto you, you could feel her shaking. Her whole body was trembling with the weight of everything she was carrying—the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty. She was scared, and you could feel it in the way she breathed, in the way her fingers tightened around you, as if she thought she might lose her grip.

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” you whispered, your voice soothing, trying to reassure both her and yourself. “We don’t have to have it all figured out right now. We’ll take it one day at a time, okay? No pressure. We can be scared together.”

Jinx pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze was still full of uncertainty. But there was something else there, too. Something softer.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’m terrified. But I want this. I want you.”

Her confession hit you like a wave, crashing through the walls you’d built in your own heart. You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes, couldn’t stop the sob that escaped your throat. You didn’t want to be scared anymore, either. You didn’t want to doubt everything you had with her, everything that was coming next.

You kissed her then, gently, softly. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desperation, but one of quiet understanding. Of shared fear, shared hope.

When you pulled away, you both stayed close, your foreheads resting against each other, breathing in unison.

“I’m not leaving,” you repeated, almost to yourself, as much as to her.

Jinx nodded, her breath shaky, but she didn’t pull away. “Promise?”

You smiled faintly through your tears, nodding in return. “I promise.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the silence between you stretch, the weight of everything pressing down on both of you. But there was a new understanding there now. An understanding that no matter how broken you both felt, no matter how terrifying the future seemed, you wouldn’t face it alone.

You had each other.

And that, for now, was enough.

YALL I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!

I want food

[sunfloweraro]

AAAAAA I WASNT EXPECTING THIS AT ALL!!! They’re so precious omg!!!! I now legally HAVE to write Bunny riding on Wolfie’s head (it’s going into the next scene Wolfie is around!!) Bunny looks so tiny and adorable sitting on top of Wolfie, and Wolfie looks so cute and fluffy I want to pat him SO bad!! I love this SO SO much thank you so much for drawing and sharing!!!!!

@sunfloweraro I rediscovered the rough pencil sketch I had of Bunny sitting on Wolfie's head that I drew a few months ago, and drew it out completely!

I don't draw fur (or animals) much, but I gave it my best shot :)

OG sketch:

Bunny is just a lil guy