#future adopt

[sheepleif]

ROW TWO IS DONEEE I LOVE THEM ALL!! the teal/cyan blood is so cute idk what possessed me to create such a critter!! i can’t wait to draw the high bloods and get these all together :3

[dementra369]

By the way I was created another one adoptable character but non-pony. Not remember about posting wips with him...nevermind.

This is royal cheetah Alexander and he is my the first non-pony anthro (furry?) design.

I don't make an auction for him yet. And because of it I 'm thinking now where would be more profitable to sell him. Some guys and one of my friend recommended me to do it on FA but I don' registered there and…if honestly I'm a lttle dislike this site because of content in open space. Just personal reasons. Anyway I seriously thinking about they telling me that more people would be interested in furry OCs there than on DA for example.

But I really don't sure…

[reyukey]

POSSIBLE OC ADOPTIONS!?

You read that right! I have a few sans au oc’s that i have no plan in using and will be giving away for free in the future once i get some things settled. I don’t know the exact number of oc’s there are but its a few. They don’t really have designs and if they do it was probably drawn on paper (which im horrible at traditional btw). They will have pre made names and designs. I just want you to credit me as the original owner/maker and let people know that you have adopted them. These were random oc’s i made out of boredom maybe they will have a little backstory but for the most part its random. They were made with a generator that i made (by hand. Irl.) Soooooo....If your looking to adopt a sans au i randomly made look out for the future! Feel free to ask me anything about this!

[charlie-ver]

tiefling design era

if you like them

and you have twenty bucks (which I hope is a fair price?? I generally try to make the designs worth it and more)

watch out

im

working

and have many ideas

here's one ((: i think they're cool. Wanted to drop into like an eastern dragon design? I need to make some of them afab / generally need to dip into more variety with bodies bc I just default to masculine designs LOL

[cidnangarlond]

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[chloesimaginationthings]

The secret good ending for FNAF ruin,,

[filibusterfrog]

space adopts :) 80 USD obo, dm me or email me at filibusterfrog@gmail.com if youre interested

(csp file and timelapse available on request)

Galaxy [SOLD]

Nebula [SOLD]

Comet [SOLD]

Star [SOLD]

[pandebunuelo]

mutual admiration

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny and Ellie had majorly screwed up. Now here they were in the hydro-electric car Danny had designed for applying to Wayne industries/whoever would give a fifteen year old a fat paycheck, sitting in the middle of Gotham, at night, surrounded by glaring bats.

Crap.

Time to bullshit his way out of this.

He looked at Red Robin and sheepishly grinned, "...hi dad."

Ellie, the little gremlin, didn't even hesitate before adding, "We are so grounded. I told you we shouldn't have messed with the broken time machine but nooo."

The bats were either taken about or cackling and Danny to this chance to put the petal to the metal and get out of there

Tim is now obsessed with finding his future kids.

[reineydraws]

i think a side effect of loving mishanks for many people is becoming very endeared by the "rayleigh is mihawk's parent" au's haha :') first one's part of this fic i posted where smolhawk challenges rayleigh to a duel ⚔️✨️ second one's just a random kid!mishanks doodle. i think their shenanigans (incl buggy!) would be cute.

[demigods-posts]

i think it's hilarious that no matter how important the situation is. annabeth will stop everything to greet an animal. stuck in the underworld and trying to save your friend's mom's soul while simultaneously trying to prevent a war between the gods? pet the three-headed guard dog. trapped in the deepest pit of hell and on the brink of death while trying to prevent the rise of a goddess determined to harm everyone and everything you care about? cuddle the half-dead cat. trying to help your boyfriend get his second college recommendation letter so the two of you can begin living the safe and happy life you had always wanted together? adopt and share custody of a hellhound with a goddess.

[bluerosefox]

Glowing Green Puppy, Tiny Tots, and Damian 'I am not turning into my Father' Wayne.

I've been seeing a few DPxDC Dad!Damian ideas so I'd like to toss my idea into the void of the internet.

Damian is on a lead about a glowing green puppy, that can apparently change size and go through walls, and finally manages to track it down before even his father hears about it. The puppy seemed to be stealing random things too.

He was fully ready to use all the tricks in the book to get the puppy to trust him... and after a few days/weeks he manages to gain its trust.

He just wasn't expecting the puppy to drag him to abandoned warehouse and drop him in front of a few kids that were hiding out in it.

"Oh! Cujo you finally brought your new person over!" says the only red-haired one in the group, and she was holding a baby, as two almost identical toddlers ran over to the excited pupper that began to run around them.

[parrot-parent]

Space saver

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Dead on main teacher/single parent au? If you're still doing them :D

Hi there! Sure am! You're the only one who's sent one so far lol.

Alright, Dead on Main, parent/teacher huh?

Update: I started writing this when you sent it, but got busy and forgot to finish it, this is what I have so far! Anyone can add to this if they want!

Danny sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face, walking into the building, always uneasy in school buildings after usual school hours, call it trauma or old instincts but he'd never gotten comfortable in them.

But Dante had gotten into a fight during English and Ellie had jumped in to help, so the teacher had left him a voice message asking him to come by the school.

"Hi, Professor Todd?"

Danny poked his head in the room with the correct door number he'd been provided to go to. Dante and Ellie looked up at him and grinned at him unrepentantly.

Well, Ellie did, Dante just looked unrepentant, chin jutted out, but both of them had their heads raised defiantly, shoulders set, even as Dante had a bruise peeking out from under an ice pack on his cheek, and Ellie had the tell tail signs of a nose having been bloodied and a split lip that was already, to his keen sight at least, starting to heal.

"Hi mom.""sup mom." Dante and Ellie greeted.

The snort of amusement from behind the desk drew Danny's gaze from his wonderful, amazing, chaotic neverborn children to the teacher behind the desk finally. He wasn't going to say that the man wasn't a sight worth a 20 year voyage, but he kept himself composed other than a sheepish grin.

"Mr. Fenton I'm guessing?" Professor Todd motioned to the chair between the two kids before offering his hand to shake.

"Dr, actually, but yeah that's me. Just call me Danny, please, professor." He took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake, noticing the callouses not often found on academics but not minding it.

"Just call me Jason then. I presume you heard the message then. Since then we've had a few more updates about Dante and Ellie's fight and while they will still be being suspended for the way the fight ended up going," Jason started, a file in front of him being opened and a set of papers with various notes on then in it becoming visible. "But they will not be the only ones."

"Damn right we aren't! They were hateful biggots and I regret nothing!" Ellie cheered, fist pumping in the air as she did so.

On his other side, Dante snorted but grinned in a feral way Danny recognised as very much his own, "I only regret not punching harder."

The sigh let out by both Jason and Danny at that had a snicker and a grin gotten in response from Ellie and Dante.

"Right, be that as it may, your determination to protect your classmates from discrimination is admirable, as is stepping in when you did. But please, next time just come get me or another instructor or adult." Jason's request was met with a nod and a grumbled agreement.