#i love them i have so many ideas

[zandra-lang-cave]

Well so, apparently people like the first part so I decide to make more. It was suppose to be just one small story but now I Have alot of ideas so now this is a series, no plot just shenanigans in space but still. This a thing now.

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Humans are weird is common knowledge around the galaxy. They live in a extremely dangerous planet yet somehow managed to survive the hostile place. Human are resileant, surprisingly strong and smarter than they look.

So, with all that knowledge, Casey panic was both amusing and worrisome to the four individuals on the resting station.

"Casey get out of the closet!" Screams the doctor of the ship.

"I'm a pan disasters and I'm proud!" the captain scream

"I mean the literal closet" the seekat spoke with an uninpress tone. Her antennas shaking slightly.

"In your God damn dreams" says the human of the ship.

"OH for the stars. I already told you, aticus is not a cockroach. He looks like one but he is not" marcy tried to reason "can you please just get out alredy"

"Yeah he is, he is small, insect like and potentially radioactive immune. He is a cockroach!" Casey states.

"He is sentient, you are hurting his feelings" marcy says.

"Don't worry doc, I'm use to it. It comes with being "unattractive" to most creatures" aticus says while he rest on a wall.

"It doesn't matter aticus, this stop being funny a long time ago" she says while trying to open the closet door by force.

"Speak for your self" says the golem "I'm loving this!"

"It's certainly amusing" says Randal while hiding a smirk behind his 6 finger hand.

"No its not" says the doctor.

"Look If me being here is gonna be a problem, maybe I should see to joining other crew" says the smalles creature. A resign tone in his voice could be heard.

"Not if I have a says in the matter" marcy says "look Casey, I know you have a irrational fear-"

"It's not irrational!" The human interrupt "I grew up surrounded by them all the time. Cockroach are gross, disgusting and get everywhere!"

"You say it your self, cockroach do all that" marcy says trying to reason with her captain "aticus is not a cockroach. He is a Tarlux. a small, insect like being with psychic abilities. He is not gonna hurt you"

"Honestly I really can't even If I tried. I kind of the runt of my batch, my psychic abilities are the weakest of my siblings" aticus claims "that's why I join this crew, I can help more has a medic"

"Look I know you can't harm me. Honestly No cockroach can, but its... it's hard to keep that in mind when every time I see you I can only remember something... bad that happen to me" Casey admites, the shame she felt could be heard in her voice.

There was silent in the room, no one new how to react. This was Casey the human, their captain strong enough to break a golem body. Hearing her so bulnerable seems wrong.

"This isn't fun anymore" says sandy.

"There's gotta be something we can do to get the captain to interact with the new guy. Because I would really like for him to stay, he is cool" spoke Randal while he tried looking a solution in their holopad.

Marcy stays thinking in silent then spoke in a gentle tone "then maybe we should start one step at a time" The doctor got close to the closet and put one of her tentacles in the door "can you open the door so you can meet my assistant and newest member of the crew?"

There was silent In the room before the captain spoke "I can get close... just don't touch me aticus please" she says in a whisper.

"I promise not to lady Casey" says Atticus.

The closet door opens and Casey got out of it slowly.

"You are polite one" the human says while getting close to the wall where the Tarlux rest. The doctor following behind her with 4 of her tentacles arround her body "That's good for a medic assistance, specially If you are going to work with miss grumpy here" she says pointing at the seekat.

"She is a menace but very cool to work with" the Tarlux spoke "the name is Atticus the fifteen, from the north colony in the planet Huetsi from the nova system"

"Pleasure to meet you, the name is Casey, from Baltimore city in the planet earth from the solar system" the human spoke "sorry for my outburst, Is gonna take time for that to not happen again but I promise you did nothing wrong" she finish.

"Don't worry, it's good enough apology if you let me stay in your crew" He says.

"Please says yes captain" Randal says.

"Please say yes he is really cool" the golem pleads.

The captain stays silent with a thinking face for a moment "well, whe can talk about it during dinner" she finish.

"Don't worry" the doctor spoke "I can convince her" she jokes.

Everyone laugh while they start walking to the dinning station.

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And done, I think I'm gonna call this series, shenanigans in spaces. That summarize everything.

[bookwyrminspiration]

if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[puddii-ng]

big fan of the new kids,,

[soosoosoup]

Oh Funk Branch Au by @bbc-trolls, I never stopped loving you

[civetside]

hello guys it's me miss consistent art style!!! wrestling AU????? sorry i am smashing my 2 current interests together as ya do, gideons trying to be a cool pro wrestler and harrow is her manager

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!

[owlyjules]

Since I am getting ready for Artfight, I decided to make some quick character sheets! Both of them are in the same Universe! Feedo (Cursed human and ex-hound of the Horned King wild Hunt.) is an advisor and occasional bodyguard of the Changeling King and important member of his court.

[breadmecoshy]

Experimenting with style on these two

I feel a little empty, since I finally finished the oumota comic. I can start drawing another one while I have the strength....

I have comic ideas that are tearing my soul apart. Or I can just draw something romantic ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[azul-marie]

— a touching of souls.

their kisses with you. fem. reader. suggestive. feat. bi-han, kuai, tomas, syzoth.

bi-han —

steady and sure, grabbing at your waist, wrapping a hand around your throat to keep you still as he indulges himself in your lips. although he is not the most affectionate man, bi-han has an exceptional fondness for kisses. perhaps it’s the breathless sounds you make, or the soft gasps in between his tongue — perhaps it is simply that he prefers you at his mercy, a pretty little thing caged beneath or within strong arms. typically at night, when the moon is high and all is silent, he allows himself to calm, to open before you and allow you to initiate. bi-han tends to lose himself in these moments all too easily, an annoyance at his expense. most times, without even trying, simple kisses from you lead to sleepless nights and sore bodies.

kuai liang —

ardent, unrestrained, grasping at hips and breasts and hair, unable to keep what little space remains between the two of you from heating up — figuratively, literally. his lin kuei ways may have taught him restraint, focus, but kuai’s hotheaded tendencies always get the best of him when it comes to you, only for you. his kisses trail like fire all across your body, his teeth leaving scorches in their wake, a tongue like that of flames licking at tender flesh until you melt like caramel in his hands. kuai is unrelentingly keen on smothering you with every bit of adoration he has; his lips alone are more than capable of proving it. you are a goddess worthy of worship, and he a devotee all too willing to bow down and serve, evermore shall his love burn for you.

tomas —

soft like daytime mist, cupping apples of cheeks, the tremble of fingers when his lips touch yours. he has little experience with romancing women, much less the gift of their kisses; you are his beginning, his end. it is precisely why tomas pecks, rather than lose himself to your lips, for a bashful nature keeps what eager will he has in check. his boyish charm only adds to the endearment, and often he finds you to be the one most content in initiating them. it’s a strange comfort, that you still pursue him despite his meeker approach to affection and love. assuring him that he is wanted sends his self-confidence soaring, and gradually does he ease into the idea of receiving and giving kisses on a more constant basis — privately, of course.

syzoth —

quick and light, flurries of kisses, all about your pretty face, your petalsoft lips, sometimes at those sensitive sweet spots across your décolletage if he’s feeling cheekier than usual. syzoth, fairly new to the concept of kissing with warm, wet mouths, tongue and teeth and all, hadn’t expected warm-blood affection to be so pleasant. he is cautious of physicality, having grown to live without its softer aspects for years prior to you, but kisses are easy, innocent enough to practice. you have made it this way for him, precious as you are. he kisses you hello, goodbye, as luck before either one of you leaves for calling duties, and simply when he feels like it, even if friends are around to witness and tease. he doesn’t mind them, as long as you don’t.

[emrys-rusts]

A traditional lineart-sketch of soft Brian and Jonny propaganda after I successfully infodumped my sister about the mechanisms (she favours Brian!!) Is Brian looking for lice or braiding his hair? We may never know...

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Been playing around with the concept of long haired Jonny a bit, and my impression is that usually jonny doesn't get to grow out his hair much because it gets burnt/pulled/cut off in fights, so when there is a lot of action going on, especially when they are on an adventure lavishing in violence and more violence, it just..stays short. It doesn't help that he barely takes care of it and sheds like crazy (speaking as someone who also sheds hair easely, but I keep it long)

Now, sometimes through the millenia, it takes a bit of time to seek out good violence, so whenever the crew can do nothing else but stay on the aurora, jonnys gets to grow out his hair a bit! He honestly doesnt care enough to cut it off (and noone trusts him with scissors so they dont suggest it) but he still has some sensory issues from time to time, though he doesnt count them as relevant enough. Brian notices though, especially when cuddling, so he usually plays with his hair, pulls it back, all that. Brian generally admires any physical trait about jonnys body, as he doesn't have one of his own (that is his impression of himself at least). Usually there ARE fights between the crew mates that damage jonnys hair still, sometimes enough to have it all short again, or at least charred, but I think during this particular span of time where brian and jonny are comfortable with eachother there just happens to be more time spent cuddling brian than bullying tim! I don't know why I'm putting so much thought into this but the little things matter to me aah

The sketch before the lineart looks like this:

Just for comparison :) traditional art is PAINFUL

And yes that is Brians coat that Jonny is bundled up in!

[somegrumpynerd]

Cross has trouble getting to sleep alone in his room and goes looking for a distraction, but ends up finding a solution for both of them

[avastazyana]