#or just a request

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[defstanis]

hi :3 may i humbly request for some of the witches coven(feferi, damara, jade)

them witches

tried to go for something slightly creepy

[skeletood]

GREEN DAVE I FUCKING GUESS

@horrorjerk ok i drew him green now fucking explain yourself

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Michael if they met as teens

[crythartic]

some insta doodle requests!!

[applestruda]

anything with gem ever will make me incomprehensibly happy (:

Esmp 2 gem!

[gotchibam]

Silly little Spheals ko-fi doodle for Nova! ❄️

[whipbogard]

brutalia in your style pls? 👉👈

Brutalia it is

+ bonus Babian

I have not known peace ever since I discovered that’s fandom nickname for Baby Damian (?!)

[sclappin]

Hey guys! Let's put my art to good use!

Dr. Mohammed Al-Deeb ( @mohammedaldeeb ) reached out to me on my personal blog looking for help spreading awareness and getting donations for his fundraiser to get himself and his family out of Gaza & support themselves in Egypt once they get there. He is #212 on nabulsi and el-shab-hussein's Vetted Evacuation Fundraiser spreadsheet.

I'm doing drawing requests for anyone who donates at least €5 to his GFM and sends me a screenshot of their receipt. They can be sent to me here or @petitelappin. You can request a guy from your shows, your OC, your cousin Kyle, and I'll make a little drawing for you.

Match my own donation of €20 and I'll add color!

Let's see how much we can raise!

[nanamisgirly]

AFTERCARE WITH CALEB ྀི

your clothes are discharged somewhere across the room, forgotten in the haze of love and too many rounds to count. the AC hums low, cool against flushed skin. the sheets are tangled, warm and damp. your bodies lie curled together, a tangle of limbs and slow heartbeats.

caleb's head rests on your chest, his cheek smushed against your skin, hair damp with sweat and your fingers lazily stroking down his spine. his breath is slow, a little shaky, like he's still trying to come down from somewhere very, veryhigh.

“you did so good for me, baby,” you murmur into his hair, pressing a kiss there. “might have to give you a medal. or a snack. or maybe both. medal first, snack later.”

caleb lets out the softest whimper and wraps his arms tighter around your waist. “don't say stuff like that,” he mumbles, voice muffled and boyish. 

he's just so cute :( this towering, gorgeous colonel of the Farspace Fleet is reduced to a cuddly mess on your chest, love-struck. 

“look at you,” you tease, dragging your fingers down his spine again, featherlight. “all flushed and clingy and needy. colonel caleb…more like colonel caleb of the blush patrol, ain't you?”

he groans, muffling his face into your breasts. “i'm not needy,” he insists, and then immediately follows up with, “but please don't stop touching me. ever. like, ever ever.”

“ so dramatic.”

he hums, nose nuzzling into your skin. “i'm in love, it's allowed. i've got wife privilege. i can be dramatic. i can babble. i can—”

“you are babbling.”

“—babble all i want,” he finishes stubbornly, ignoring you completely. “my wife loves me when i'm dump and floppy…and pink in the ears too!”

“you're very pink right now.”

he lifts his head just enough to pout at you, cheeks extremely rosy, eyes hazy and affectionate and way too full of heart. “you're mean…” 

you lean down and kiss the tip of his nose. “sorry, you're just too adorable when you pout.”

“i don't pout.” he frowns his eyebrows as he clings to you like a koala and whines when you move an inch to get more comfortable.

“sure, caleb. keep telling yourself that.”

[alaia777]

pre-relationship! sae who saw you sitting on the curb, looking exhausted with your bag open. thinking you were asking for money, he dropped some bills in. you gave him a confused look, but he just shrugged and walked off.

pre-relationship! rin who always trailed two steps behind you at school, looking like he was on a secret mission to protect you from absolutely nothing. one time, someone tried to ask you a question, and rin stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said, “she’s busy.” you weren’t even talking to anyone.

pre-relationship! bachira who kept seeing you on his couch, thinking you were just another one of his imagination’s weird visitors. he’d wave at you, go about his day—until you started stealing his snacks. that’s when he realized you were real, and his mom was tutoring you in art.

pre-relationship! barou had this odd habit of pulling out a handkerchief whenever you sniffled from the cold, pressing it to your nose and saying, “blow.” the first time you were weirded out, but after a while, you just gave up and let him do it.

pre-relationship! nagi who would always destroy you in games, not knowing it was you he was playing against. the next day, he’d sit next to you in class, completely unaware that a few hours ago he was trash-talking you, and you were doing the same back. you’d share a look, but neither of you would say a word.

pre-relationship! isagi who tried so hard to act cool around you, but his ears always betrayed him, going red every time you acknowledged him. one day, in a nervous attempt to be smooth, he accidentally called you “your majesty.” after a beat of awkward silence, he just casually walked away like nothing happened—pretending he didn’t just say that.

[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[stale-breadcrumb]

they're watching a scary movie (i also love them in domestic settings <33)

@pbeltarts

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