#trigger warning tho

[lightningmcqueeniloveyou]

Sometimes my day is going fine then I think about the theory for Mater's tall tales series where everything Mater said was real and Lightning didnt remember it because in the first tale, where Mater did the stunt thing by the cliff, Lightning did fall down the cliff and kinda died and Doc had to rebuild him completely so now he has holes in his memories.

[moonieee]

TW: HORROR IMAGERY ⚠️

A commission in january (or february, i've lost my sense of time these days) i'm a bit surprised with this commission cz i didn't expect anybody to like my silly horror binghe AU this much to order a short comic out of it 🥺

I'm always grateful for everbody who followed and liking my works. I thanked everybody who has supported me to keep drawing 🥹✨️🩷

[screwpinecaprice]

They're on a vacation.

[hanase]

I am obsessed with Atem right now. It's been going on for a few months. There's a story here but I can't write for shit. I'll upload a lot more soon!

[skrunklyprisonprincess]

MAKE LOVE NOT WAR

[zivazivc]

the morning (afternoon?) after this messy stunt. Floyd got off too easy in my opinion, but it's hard for Les to stay mad at him when he makes those sad pouting faces... 🤦

If you think Floyd's being really dumb at the start of this comic before getting a reality check, you have to take into account that he's madly lovesick and was feeling very smug atm; he's also a 15yo pop troll who thinks making out with someone means they're together now; and he assumed Les's sour mood was entirely the result of a nasty hangover...

P.S. They forgot about Hed lol (I almost forgot about him too, drew him just before posting lmao)

[yardsards]

also. i've said it before but infinity train is for the aros. to me. like it's got multiple relationships that are core defining features of the characters and the story. and, crucially, (while some are commonly shipped by fans) they are not textually romantic.

[corisandevontruckle]

when y/n is being the cutest, petitest, tiniest, smolest, most adorable, totally-not-like-other-girls-because-she's-unalived-someone-and-has-caught-the-attention-of-gasp!-her-enemy, organic, grade-a, unfiltered, grass-fed, stupidest fucking idiot I've ever seen in literally any situation whatsoever ✨🥺🥺🤪✨:

[on-the-clear-blue]

Nightwing crouches at the edge of one of Bludhavens tallest buildings, watching the streets with a pair of binoculars, back hunched and seeming more gargoyle than vigilante.

Deathstroke pads out from the shadows, the older man confident as he looks down at the hero: Truly fucked up this time kid...heard from a little bird that one Richard Grayson is in some deep shit...the offer still stands. Come with me. Let go of those silly set of rules and live a little...I remade the Red X suit...

Nightwing turns, and Slade realizes two things at once, Dick Grayson preferred to be closer to street level...and that he wanst that bulky.

Bruce, dressed as Nightwing and covering Bludhaven to let Dick have a date night, staring at Deathstroke as he stands and pulls out the escrima sticks: Come the fuck again?

Slade Wilson, realizing now that...Oops that's batman: Now wait there a second...you have a no kill rule Batman...

Bruce, filled with even more murderous rage: If I get you and the Joker my sons will love me again...you have a 3 second head start...

[lil-fellas]

i’ll be honest i do not remember the context for this one

[beeangxt]

[traumawhomst]

So Vampires, I won’t lie I love a platonic yandere vampire sire so much.

(1,250 words)

He sees you at your minimum wage job and at first just brushes you off as just another boring human. Then he notices the colors on your bracelet, school colors for a very expensive and exclusive school, a few (human) businesses partners he knew sent their children to that school and none of them worked for minimum wage on their free time. Between the bracelet, the callouses on your hands, and the way your eyes seemed dark and sunken, he knew everything. He left without much thought, telling himself that he didn’t care about some random human and their poor tragic life.

He told himself it was just curiosity when he looked up the current class list, (you can find anything with enough time and money) and found your name. Even in just the school photos you stuck out like a sore thumb, a wildflower in an otherwise perfectly manicured garden. A little further digging revealed you were an amazing student, even if your grades weren’t always perfect. You clearly had talent and a strong work ethic.

It’s just curiosity that makes him dig further, finding your admissions essay, in his office, finding himself smiling at some points, quietly charmed by your choice of words and styling of your essay. It had been a risk that had clearly paid off. He liked those willing to take risks, reminded him of himself when he was younger.

He might as well look further, finding your freelance writing which he poured over in chronological order a growing sense of pride in your progress over the years. Finding your work made him stumble upon your personal life.

Family, but not close, which seemed to be the theme for everyone in it. Did they know about your accomplishments? Did they even care?

He’s not very surprised when he follows you home and sees you living in a studio in an apartment with paper walls, living on a diet of instant noodles and whatever soda was cheapest for that week. How could you study living like this? You seemed to only ever work or study, taking every shift you could just to make enough to afford something a little filling than instant noodles. Surely you’re not at your best, he can’t help but wonder what you could produce given proper resources.

His colleagues laugh when he defends it all as just curiosity, and he decides to approach you in person to finally get over this little, inquiry to rest.

But you look so tired when you smile at him, you’re trying so hard to maintain the smile and he’s wondering when the last time you smiled and he realizes then, as he nods along to your explanation about whatever item he picked up, that he hadn’t seen you smile once in a week of watching you.

He could smell your blood and did his best to hide the scrunching of his nose. Wildly anemic and deficient in every vitamin and mineral that a human needed to stay upright. It set him on edge, wondering about the strain on your body it must have. Humans were so fragile already, how long could you live like this?

The thought of you dying sent a bolt of panic through him. You were young, talented, and hardworking you deserved time to flourish and grow.

It would take a few months for all the necessary paperwork to be complete and in that time he slowly builds a sort of friendship with you.

On your end an older man, (whose eye color you could never remember) started to come in at least once a week. He was sweet in a way you hadn’t expected, happy to talk about any book he or you had brought. That’s when you really noticed him, when he came in holding your favorite book. He hadn’t read it yet, and was happy to hear your small preview and talk about the major themes in it. He always managed to come in when it was slow and for some reason no one ever approached you when you two talked.

He’d said he owned a bookstore, (more than one you imagined from the amount of first editions he causally walked around with) but was visiting here for business. He told you that when you refused to take one of his very expensive first edition he tried to give you. He only relented when you explained that your apartment was rather damp and you knew that it would only degrade the book over time. Next week he showed up with the newest edition, and refused to leave with it. Really you’re doing him a favor, he’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

He wasn’t scary either, he always had this air about him that was calming. Something that made you relax and trust him, and in the few months you met him he’d never done anything make you doubt your trust in him.

He’d brought you a book to read with an immortal character in it, and asked what you’d ever take the chance if offered. The thought of being stuck in your life forever or any life really made you sick to your stomach. No you’d rather accept that your life would be finite and told him you thought life would be meaningless if you were immortal.

And for the first time, something new quickly twitch across his face. Anger? Disappointment? After months of friendly banter and discussion it was almost a slap in the face of the reality of it all. You didn’t know him, or his motives. The look only lasts a moment, before shifting to his pleasant neutral again, but you still saw it. You pretended for the rest of the conversation until he leaves. You request to a new work schedule when you finished for the day.

He on the other hand was practically spinning about it. He should have been ready for this sort of answer, but he wasn’t. He’d had the conversation played a million times in his head, and you always agreed on it being a gift. He rationalized that you simply couldn’t understand it, given time you could be persuaded to see differently.

He showed up, ready to talk with you only to find out (through a heavy layer of compulsion) that you’d changed your hours to avoid Him. Time to move forward with the plan it seemed.

He found you one late night as you walked to your apartment and something about him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand-up.

He offered to walk you home, and you finally put your foot down and told him to leave you alone, as politely as you could muster. But you couldn’t seem to actually speak any of the words. What were you trying to say again?

He happily chatters on about how excited he is to show you your home, one arm around you steering you to some place you didn’t recognize. But every time you tried to say something you’d forget a little more of what was going on.

He didn’t really want it to do it this way, he told himself as he guides you in the deep state of compulsion you’re in. He wanted to win you over with the idea, to gladly accept his offer, to see it as the gift it was. But he could also admit to himself watching you try and fight the compulsion and fail, it was adorable to see the stubbornness that you had, it’d serve you well in your new life.

[why-am-i-so-bad-at-being-good]

Yk people are actually being quite hostile towards HG after the most recent DDVAU chapter, and now it's gotten just insufferable to me.

This will be a rant and an expression of my thoughts, so feel free to skip if you're not a fan of HotGuy from DDVAU.

Yes, HG has his flaws, but you can't pretend that Scar is a perfectly goody two shoes otherwise. I've not seen Scar's Hermitcraft videos much so I'm not sure how he carries his character in that SMP, but he sure as heck isn't a cinnamon roll that people are making him out to be.

Like really? Just take their fight in Third Life. You'd say that even after seeing how Scar turned on Grian after he didn't pick up the no kill pass? True loyalty here imo would have been that Scar would go and straight up kill Bdubs. But he didn't. If my memory serves me right, he also appeared all buddy-buddy to Bdubs (till the Nokia watch incident lol) and then killed him too.

His loyalties have forever been himself, and not to mention he is a cunning salesman with a silver tongue and a maxed out charisma stat. This is what makes Scar Scar. He's not helpless, he's not lawfully good. He does what he can to survive and even thrive. And people really need to start accepting that tbh.

Coming to HG now. In the scene, it is definitely him manipulating Grian to get information out of him. But get this. Scar's job is to be THE Emerald Soldier. Many lives depend on him. Heck, the government does too! And he needs this information BADLY. He cannot let Mother Spore harm more people. He's already seen people close to him get hurt.

So what does he do? He imposes his presence onto Grian. Forces the information out of him. From what I know about Grian's character, (not just the DDVAU one, more like in general) he would have probably lied to save his friends. Or maybe take the blame. Or even hide some information. I think Scar knew that. So that's why he resorted to manipulation.

Scar can be ruthless if he wants to, and we just saw that. Whether he had any internal emotional qualms about his actions or not, we'll know in the following chapters. However to me it feels just that he swallowed his morality for a bit, for the greater good. He had to appear intimidating to get his point across, and he did just that. He needed the power dynamic to shift blatantly and give him all the power, and he did that, as he usually does in the Life Series too. It's subtle but it's there for sure.

And yes, I felt bad for Grian and would give him head pats and tell him it's all okay, but I also recognize that Scar just did his duty, albeit in a very unforgiving manner. This can coexist.

This will surely result in a very big emotional segment when Grian realizes the person behind the mask is actually Scar, but oh well. That's the fun of angst.

[shesnake]

people thirsting for Yao in Sinners should check out the 2022 film #LookAtMe where he plays twin characters one of whom is gay

[theladart]

Rapidash/Rainbow Dash ponymon fusion: Firestorm!

Inspired by @pinxpony‘s Pinkie Pie/Flaffy fusion, Flaffy Taffy (hope you don’t mind the tag :P)

Edit: Found out that the rapidash pic I got for reference is a fakemon mega evo designed by CaseyDeanFakemon on Deviantart

[omegalawliet]

I forgot I had a screenshot of this fic lord