#chest fuzz

[athenepromachos]

EMBRACE THE FUR 💋💋💋💋💋

[starry-bi-sky]

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

He's shaking. His heart is burning in his chest, pounding like a jackhammer against his ribs, and there's a trembling, aching rage building beneath his tongue and pressing against his teeth.

In his hands, his fingers tense and wrists locked, the article reads in big, black font: JOKER LOCKED IN ARKHAM ASYLUM AGAIN!

Danny shouldn't feel so angry about this, this is a good thing. Gotham doesn't have to deal with him for another few months at the least. He should feel relieved, a little more at peace.

He is not.

He cannot swallow the fury thudding behind his eyes, the burning white heat searing a deeper hole in his chest. A searing green filling static in his ears in the way only the rage of the restless dead can have.

How is he going to kill him now?

Arkham may be the only asylum in America made entirely of tissue paper, but it's still an asylum. There are cameras, guards, other patients resting inside. Danny can think of a million different ways to sneak in and kill Joker, but someone will hear his screaming.

It'd have to be rushed.

He doesn't want it to be rushed.

It's a cruel thought. Cruel and cold and merciless, but Danny doesn't feel an ounce of shame, not an ounce of guilt, for it. He wants to be alone with the Joker when he kills him, that's all he wants. In Arkham, you are never alone.

He forces his anger to bubble back down into his chest, stuffing it between his heartstrings and his ribs like a blanket you're trying to bunch up into a corner. It sizzles and burbles. The static begins to fade out into a high-pitched ringing; it sounds like distant screaming.

Danny is still trembling, but he can think a little clearer now.

He can wait.

He can wait. He can wait. He can wait. He canwait. Hecanwait. Hecanwait.

He can wait.

He's waited five years for this. He can wait one more week. One more month. One more year. However long it takes for the Joker to break back out, Danny can wait.

And when the Joker does, inevitably, break out.

Danny uncrinkles his fingers around the edges of the newspaper, loosens his limbs just enough so he can pay for it.

He'll be waiting.

The dead, after all, have all the time in the world.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

saw a four-armed pose and Could Not Resist!

[helyiios]

mm

[incorrect-sonic-the-hedgehog]

Fur

Sonic: *faceplanting in Shadow's chest fur*

Scourge: What the fuck

Sonic: *muffled* You just don't get it dude

Scourge: Clearly

*An undecided amount of time later*

Scourge: *faceplanting in Silver's chest fur*

Scourge: *muffled* Okay I get it now

Opal: Are you gonna get out of my son's fur-boobs?

Scourge: *muffled* Nope. I live here now.

Silver: Also please don't call it that

[hardly-an-escape]

men stop removing your chest hair challenge 2k24

[aeide-thea]

getting up IS hell and i do legitimately think my body is adhd-typically wired for a later shift, such that getting up is extra hell for me personally

that said, especially with the house to myself for once there's a real pleasure in prying myself out of my oyster bed half-respectably early and absent-mindedly making myself a latte and taking it in with me to sit in the little living room while the light still looks indefinably but definitively like Morning—feels like there's something of a pome in it, only i haven't got words in me about it, exactly, just a deep swept-clean contentment and a cat that's climbed up into my lap again, warm and soft and heavy as love…

[ambrosykim]

thought of butch!varric for a second and got so hard i got nauseous: i think i hauve covid

[naffeclipse]

The urge to snuggle into Moth Moon's arms is pretty big

You and me both

[raccoonspooky]

Bo sinclair has tried to wax his chest before right like theres no way in hell this man with all his vanity has not attempted to wax himself. Anyways I want to imagine him with one strip of chest where it’s obvious he attempted waxing himself. Imagine ur playing housewife for ur murder boo and u slide ur hand down his chest bein all domestic and shit and then theres one patch of skin that’s like sticky and devoid of hair and ur just not allowed to laugh about it or even ask about it because he’ll throw a man tantrum

[wind-up-thancred]

he finally got that morning coffee. happy thancred thursday

[alteredsilicone]

Cooking a redraw of my first illustration of the year

Thinking of going full Entrati vibe instead of an interpretation of Klimt, but still keeping the overall composition of Klimt's painting; also improving the colors

[hungerpunch]

smkskjsbsbbbbbshs

[athenepromachos]

Beardy boi 😆

(Love the Michelin man behind him)

[magicmalcolm]

[joosts-girl]

Joost got me reconsidering my stance on chest hair fr….

I MEANNNNNNN...

Tell me you don't wanna nuzzle your face into that chest 😏