#if ya wanna

[jasminem18]

some people say drawing ship makes them feel better

maybe you should try that

This is a bit late reply im sorry

Right now i can't draw properly (also busy with stuff including 5 drawings I'm trying to find time to finish) but i'll consider it I'll draw when i can So ?

[truetgirl]

WotC: We made you and your GF’s blorbos alchemy only cards. Me:

And now the question is will @preciousanalogheart​ see this or their discord messages first lol (love u baby <3).

(please note that any imperfections, slight mechanical mismatches, and the slightly wrong way to do emblem creation text are intended to save on text space, make them play intuitively, and are tuned with singleton in mind bc commander is where we play)

[mxgicshxrd]

22. "Is magic hereditary, or can anyone learn it?" (magic starters meme, from Fi)

Magic starters||Accepting!!

Liz raised her head from the piece she was reading in front of her on her screen, taking a sip of her coffee. Somewhat ambiguously, she nodded her head, a slightly sheepish look appearing. "Yes and no. When its hereditary, yeah, the rituals and spells are more powerful, so it kinda gives an edge, but people can learn it."

@wrongarmofthelaw

[threecirclingbuzzards]

Considered whether or not to put this here, but hey, it’s late and I have no reservations.

GENDER! Idk why but as femme leaning as I am I love people calling me brother. It's like an old name I haven't outgrown I think.

I'm my parents' child, their eldest (that one's the nicest to me, neutral gender feels better), and my siblings' brother. I am a girl. I am transfemme. These labels in tandem all define who I am.

I don't feel like a sister. I was never that for them. I was a dumb older brother figuring things out, and I still am.

I'm a brother to the community, too. Leaving a customer service interaction you can call me brother, I find it nice.

I am me. I am a girl. I am a brother.

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Spin My Wheel and Vote in My Poll for FMK: Fullmetal Alchemist Edition (every character I could think of and find a decent picture for)

Reblog with who you got and what you chose in the tags!!

[teaboot]

Guys guys guys guys guys GUESS WHAT

I started a new medication that was supposed to help with my insomnia- Doc said side effects included difficulty waking up and drowsiness during the day, but I figured, fuck, I have major depression and chronic fatigue, I already live like that, what do I have to lose, right?

So I ran a couple days to test it out, and I still wake up in the night, still sometimes get up and can't sleep, BUT. BUT??

I'M NOT CONSTANTLY TIRED ANYMORE??

I wake up naturally after about 9 hours without an alarm! I consider staying in bed longer but I get restless and need to get up! I don't get foggy and detached and disoriented after a couple hours at work! I HAVE ENERGY TO DO THINGS AFTER WORK??

Yesterday I came home after bad sleep and a longest boring shift and I CLEANED MY KITCHEN, SWEPT THE FLOORS, AND INVITED MY SIBLINGS OVER FOR A MOVIE. I made GUACAMOLE. Then I had a BATH and TOOK MY MEDS.

A week ago, the past twenty-odd years of my life consisted of waking up, fighting myself not to go back to sleep, sometimes failing and sleeping for fifteen hours solid, going going school or work, then coming home and immediately after eating, going back to sleep. Cleaning was an effort, hobbies were an effort, waking up was an ordeal, staying awake was an ordeal, and every day consisted of waking up 30 minutes before work, shooting back a redbull, working, then eating a gas station sandwich and going back to bed. Sometimes engaging in a hobby on a good day, going to the gym when I could drag my carcass up out of guilt.

I'M AWAKE. I woke up ON MY OWN. BEFORE NOON??

I cannot explain how happy I am. This shit was supposed to stop me waking up every 30 minutes and then make me drowsy all day by accident. BUT INSTEAD I HAVE A LIFE NOW?? I'M DOING THINGS???

I bought groceries TWICE last week. I CLEANED MY BEDROOM. I DID LAUNDRY

Vghfrhfdydstgfhjydguyj this probably isn't the place to be rambling but I'm genuinely so happy. This is how people on TV live. I didn't think it was real

[peachyykira]

Hey, that’s my mutual I wanna fuck. Go get your own. 😤😤😤😤

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[tired-biscuit]

female overstimulation is amazing but i rarely ever see male overstimulation being written.

like the kind where they’re hissing through their teeth that they’re clenching so hard it makes their entire jaw hurt. the kind that makes them fist the bed sheets so tightly that their fingers are starting to feel numb. the kind where they’re borderline trying to get away from you, their sweaty, tense body squirming and twitching all over, even though their hips are still relentlessly bucking upward; demanding more of your touch.

i’m thinking about the kind where their eyes are rolling into the back of their head and where they’re literally begging you to stop, with their upper lip quivering and their eyes getting so, so glazed with utter, lustful stupidity, despite the fact that they give no actual sign whatsoever of making you put a stop to your actions.

because they could, if they actually wanted to. they definitely could.

it’s the kind of overstimulation that just makes them pathetic as fuck and equally as endearing.

[collophora]

Sleep time.

[greatexpertcollector]

[clownsuu]

I got really bad art block atm again so take some mini doodles I did in my spare time 👍

cw minor implied(?) blood

I almost forgot about the existence of my Emo howdy w h o o p s KSHHHDJDHD

also sometimes I get reminded that Howdy’s “blood” is blue instead of red and I get surprised every single time

[ghostbsuter]

This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.

Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.

(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)

Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.

Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.

Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.

It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.

Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.

(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)

"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.

The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"

"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.

Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.

Shit.

"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.

"Danny—"

"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"

At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.

"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.

"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.

"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."

He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.

"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"

(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)

The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.

"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"

Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."

Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."

"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.

"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.

"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."

Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.

"Ellie?" He questions.

"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"

Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.

"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"

Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.

"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.

In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.

"What just happened?"

(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)

—

On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.

Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.

On that note, where is damian?

Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.

Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.

(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)

Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.

She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.

"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.

"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.

Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.

The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.

Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.

(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)

(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)

(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)

—

The Nightwing and his Robin.

[swordy-da-goat]

Lotta info down there 💡

Masterpost

[lizaisdrawing]

A calm outing 🌤️

[homoesia]