#{open || dash}

[frightenedcookie]

@one-time-i-dreamt is always on my dash, had to start with her!

[spitblaze]

>staff implements a non-optional algorithmic dash

>people find out very quickly the the algorithm isnt very good

>immediately people start gaming the system to make every post the 'rat rat rat' post

>website becomes functionally unusable

>staff takes down algorithmic dash and says it will return

>it never comes back

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[bixels]

Concept art for the Grand Galloping 20’s NYC story, which’ll split the main six into pairs.

With two tickets to a Wonderbolts ballgame, Wígmuŋke and Félicie must traverse the treacherous transit system of Manhattan island. While Wígmuŋke dreams of meeting her hero, Team Captain “Spitfire,” Félicie learns the value of an assertive voice amongst rude New Yorkers.

[madrewrites]

what in the otherworldly fuck happened y'all

[rumiraclemi]

non-qsmp watcher checking in on the livebloggers like

[yourlocalabomination]

May I present to you one of the dumbest things iv ever drawn.

[spooksier]

pandorica radio, a comic about an angel, a saint, and you.

out now and forever

☆ prints | patreon | comics ☆

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Crowned Prince Shouto who is so very much in love with you, even if it did take a while to come around after the arranged marriage occurred.

Crowned Prince Shouto whose brow creases and eyes twitch every time people in high court mock how plain you are under hushed breaths.

Crowned Prince Shouto who gets absolutely sloshed at a royal banquet to try and drown his anger when he hears a rumor going around that his marriage is unconsummated due to finding you so repulsive before storming off to find you.

Royal Advisor Izuku who rushes off to try and follow, only to hear a shriek coming from your room. When scrambling to investigate if you're okay he finds his master on his knees absolutely devouring your cunt while your receiving chamber door remains open a crack.

[captainofthetidesbreath]

Open Sea paladins take "open" to mean open shirts

[melverie]

I feel like I'm intruding on something

[sanatomis]

let’s go read fluff !

smut “aw, dang it!”

smut “aw, dang it!”

smut “aw, dang it!”

smut “aw, dang it!”

fluff . . . with smut “aw, dang it!”

[radishearts]

[Wip] it’s a falsie and a Ren :D!!!

I’ve been sort of logging my thoughts into a note pad while I draw and it’s so interesting to figure out how I think when I draw. Anyways. No idea how I’m gonna render this but I’m gonna give it a hell of a shot :D

[ruushes]

probably not going to watch iwtv but LOVE having iwtv mutuals bc seeing ppl talk abt it is like getting secondhand gossip on the insane drama in your friend-of-a-friend’s toxic polycule and it’s literally just the canon events of the show, like as far as i can tell the show is just like that, also assad zaman may be the most beautiful man alive

[captainpluto13]

DASH HABER DASH HABER PLAESE PLEASE I MISS HIM

Woah I improved a lot if you compared him to the first time I drew him. I love this guy and his hat 🎩💙

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 232

Once more thinkin of These Series of AU/Prompts, where the Class pulls a Tiamat. Becomes Giant Hydra Dragon. But with some inspiration from @radiance1's Blob King AUs. Specifically also the dragon ones.

Now, the nine of them are admittedly far older than they once were. Far older than most of the people outside the cage they were tricked into all those years before, exhaustion seeping into their bones as their ectoplasm was siphoned away.

Yet no matter how much the GIW drains away- if they're even called as such anymore- they never run out. If anything, at least from what they've noticed, unable to do much of anything else in this pit, this tank of green and red, they seem to be making more.

Their recollection of being separate, of having separate bodies have long since slipped away in exchange for keeping memories of their families and friends long gone now. Perhaps they're in the zone, as ghosts, but perhaps not.

Days feel like both seconds and years, words falling away as their Core hums as one. Sometimes a Blob ghost manages to find its way inside- the trap designed not to stop things from getting in, but to prevent them from leaving.

They always disappear whenever the ecto is taken away, not having enough to continue holding on to a physical form. But... the blobs don't stay gone. Their own ecto brings them back, tiny forms almost mimicking their own.

It's something to distract them, something to actually do besides growl at the figures beyond the barriers around them. The blobs don't speak, don't make more than squeaks, but it's something. Almost like dozens of toddlers floating around, becoming more and more draconic in shape with every siphon.

Do their captors realize, they wonder, how they've made them all stronger than they were even before? Do they realize what they've done, creating this loop of ever-growing power?

No, Star giggled, pink and gold scales shimmering as she bobbed her head in amusement, Paulina's darker purples following.

They don't know, Wes agreed, dark amusement echoed by both Sam and Dash, fangs flashing amidst the liquid. The trap would not be able to contain them for much longer, they all knew. They could feel it, how the siphon stuttered with every run.

It wouldn't be long now. They had waited three hundred years for the chance to escape- they could wait for a few days more.

...

Though they won't complain about an early prison break if those alarms are anything to go by.