#sorry this is so long btw

[ohbo-ohno]

https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/729766511286370304/oh-and-another-thought-on-johnny-training-his?source=share

Had this one last thought:

For the next few days after, Johnny stays close by Simon acting as his guard dog, glaring at their puppy whenever she gets close, giving off warning growls to behave.

He's still a bit angry with her, always watching her every move. And she stays hunched over, submissively avoiding eye contact. She's learning. Slowly, but she's learning.

Simon watches with amusement, a hand lightly scratching Johnny's head every time he tenses up when their puppy hesitantly gets closer. He trusts Johnny to hold himself back unless he needs to teach her a lesson again.

And their poor puppy just wants Johnny to be nice again because nice Johnny wasn't scary like mad dog Johnny is. So for the first time ever, she willingly gets on all fours and slowly crawls to where they sit on the couch, Johnny literally growling at her as a warning, and rolls around onto her back, whining with her belly exposed and paws up, just like she was taught to show that she knows her place.

It softens them and gets her praises. Simon pets her belly and Johnny eases up on how strict he's been for the past couple of days.

- 🥍

oh im :(((( going fucking insane actually

i love how literal the petplay is here. not just nicknames and crawling around, but fully expecting actual dog behavior. very hot tbh (i am a normal person with normal thoughts)

love the image of her being so so scared of johnny :( simon is nice and normal to her but simon's "nice and normal" isn't nearly as comforting as johnny's, and johnny isn't being nice and normal. he's growling and biting at her, doesn't let her get anywhere near ghost :( she sits on the little dog bed they got for her and pouts, looks all pathetic and sad on her own in the corner. simon just pets a hand through johnny's hair, ignores her little sniffles.

she hadn't realized how different things would be with johnny being actively mean

usually she and johnny eat dinner at the same time, but he doesn't let her get close to him that night :( she tries to go up to her bowl and eat and he growls until she backs off, so she eats cold food without johnny by her side (he always makes it easier - she doesn't feel so alone and sometimes she feels almost hidden by him) and it makes the whole process so much more difficult. she works up the nerve to try and beg for ghost to come closer, but johnny growls at her again and ghost just laughs, goes back to the couch after putting his plate in the sink :(

johnny and simon go to bed without her, johnny growling and snarling when she tries to follow behind him. johnny's up in bed when she eventually follows, and the doors to both of their crates are open. she works up the nerve to get near the bed, keeps herself real low to the ground and only slows instead of stopping when johnny growls down at her

she flips herself onto her back with a whine, squeezes her eyes shut so tight that she cries a little (she feels so open and vulnerable and humiliated and scared) and begs a little, tries to look as submissive as possible. she doesn't open her eyes even when johnny goes silent, too scared of another punishment like the last

but they don't do that. simon scoops her up beneath her arms, laughs a little at her yelp and the way she curls up into a little ball in surprise. he drops her onto his lap, gives her a few soft pets when she just sits there all stiff and stares at johnny with wide-eyes. johnny would be a little pouty about it, but he'd flop himself on top of her too, sandwich her between himself and ghost

it takes a while for her to feel comfortable again, even when both simon and johnny are back to their nice and normal attitudes. but she acts just like a puppy, so ghost and soap know they've made good progress with her <3

[froot-batty]

What’s going on with your Jack Ryder?

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. jackstory time

so jack like in most adaptations is a very controversial news anchor and like. the news anchor version of an ambulance chaser. like they would seek out the fucked up shit the rogues did so they could get the story out before anyone else (like most of the news LMAO)

except THAT was a big flop. jack's news station was really suffering because of all the other stations already covering the big stories - and jack decided that they needed something that NO ONE ELSE had

so jack started just. stealing shit. committing crimes. little stuff at first, but as they kept getting away with it they got more and more confident. eventually, they broke into a place on the outskirts of gotham that was rumored to hold a lot of weird and wacky items (some kind of collector's house or something), and found something that immediately caught their eye. some sort of glass box with a weird dark mist-like substance on the inside

and then the people who lived there came back. and jack almost immediately got caught. and shot and killed

the box broke when it hit the ground, releasing whatever was inside of it. jack doesn't remember much after being shot, but they do remember waking up four hours later with a new voice in their head and absolutely ruined clothes

so! the creeper is a weird ghost parasite demon thing and jack is a walking corpse and they have a venom/eddie brock thing going on. the creeper made jack 1000% more paranoid cause sometimes its like OKAY MY TURN ON THE BODY I WANAN GO SEE HOW FLEXIBLE OUR BONES CAN BE

[watcher0033]

Y’all, the Archive admins are made up of VOLUNTEERS. And they have been working for 12-13 HOURS STRAIGHT.

I better not hear any complaints when donation period comes around. OR ELSE.

cosplay by @woahchriswoah on Twitter

EDIT: How do we show appreciation to the volunteers? For me reading these deep dives on OTW issues u guys apparently it's been said multiple times that one of their objective statements is to have paid staff for ao3 and there's a surplus of donations they haven't used up or the other community solutions that needs to address. For those more financially literate feel free to analyze, snipe me or add to the discussion etc. linked here by deepa. They’re cool and these yearly analysis they did aint no joke.

But Seriously what can we do for these volunteers? The probable burn out from this entire fiasco would be no joke. @ao3org

[sickgraymeat]

I don’t have an instant cure but “talking to myself” in writing really helps, I used to just have a huge document where I’d put thoughts and they’d congeal into oneshots sometimes, and then I could skim that and find bits I liked to expand on etc but the point is it really loosens you up cuz none of that is For Others To Read until you Take It Out of Your Safe Private Document and you’re not writing anything serious, just talking to yourself. it’s journaling I guess but more like. about cartoons and ideas I’ve had etc

Thank you I really appreciate this! I guess this is basically what I do. It’s like a mix of bullet points, summary writing (kind of like the text posts I make here but even more unhinged lol), and actual drafting of small moments/scenes, bits of dialogue, planning etc. and a separate one that’s more like a bit more organized plot/story ideas list. But I get overwhelmed and often need to write things down immediately (bc 🧠👎 lol) so I end up making new docs and now there are several pretty big ones I go back and forth with.

And then when I get a more specific story idea I copy the parts into a smaller one so it’s more focused? I think I lose track of a lot of stuff tho bc I can’t find it in a big doc (like just a cognition issue probs. If I don’t know a specific search term I’m just scrolling and it’s 😵‍💫). I guess I don’t usually start hating it until it’s a little more formed but I’m not sure I think it varies depending on the topic and stuff?

Fr thank you so much for sending this though!! I hate to be like “oh I already do that” like I don’t want it to sound dismissive bc I really really appreciate it and even if it is very similar to what I do it’s nice to (a) know that other ppl do it and (b) frame it in someone else’s words. Like I’m not sure how I was thinking of it but now I have like something to point to for myself to be liek “this anonymous person on tumblr said they talk to themself in writing and that’s what we’re doing rn so it’s good bc they’re smart” and maybe respect the process more like with your words for it idk but thank you!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

[remxedmoon]

i hit 1k followers recently!!!! yipee!!!!!!! thank you all!!! so in celebration here’s all of my completed isat doodle pages, from oldest to newest. go nuts with them!! and maybe don’t look at the first doodle page too closely. it’s Old.

(no greyscale version below for once! just some mushy ramblings. you don’t have to read them don’t worry)

hhhhhha?? so many people. where did you come from. how did you all find me.

ok but seriously, thank you all so much for all the support. i never really. expected to make it this far? like, ever?? i’ve mentioned it a few times on here, but i’ve been a lurker for the past… 2 years, i think? and even before that, i never gained much traction outside of a couple posts. so this has been. very new to me!! in a nice way!! it’s weird to feel like an actual member of a community!! that people know about!

the idea of finally coming back to social media was Daunting (i literally got stress hives writing my first post lol) and the warm reception really. meant a lot?? i don’t think i would’ve ever gotten the courage to come back if i hadn’t been encouraged to by the people over at the isat discord!!

the fact that people actually care about my art still doesn’t feel real?? seeing people take inspiration from my art is just. surreal. just. auagssh. thank you all so so much for everything, i really do appreciate it!!! i’m really glad to be in this community. sorry if this all sounds sappy and long winded i’ve just got a lot of emotions about this whole thing!!

(also as a bonus for reading all this or whatever. here’s a concept page for isatscryption! it felt a little out of place next to my normal canvases so i’m putting it down here! yipee! sorry my notes here are so disjointed auauau…)

[myrathefarmer]

The Gorgon Mage 🧙‍♀️🐍 my design for ZombieCleo on the FantasyCraft SMP!✨

My reference page 👇

[lunacias]

but we'll never be rid of each other

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who doesn’t know they’re touchstarved until they meet you.

the heavy want grows in their chest and is absolutely undeniably there whenever you two even just briefly touch. when you’re so close that they’re so desperate have you closer, wanting to feel their body pressed against yours in a tight embrace, that the thought of your hand in theirs is barely enough. when you two finally hug, or whenever you do, they sink into your embrace almost immediately, a deep sigh of content heard as they wrap their arms around you to return the tender hug. it’s a little hard to get their arms off you afterward, with those small mumbles of “just a little longer” and “i don’t want to let go yet.”

maybe they’re super embarrassed about feeling so at first and are so glad whenever you indulge in their desire to have you, to feel your warmth. or they’re incredibly stubborn about it but their actions always say otherwise, finding every little chance to have their skin touch yours, to quietly tug on your sleeve or any other sign that you immediately know what they want with it.

eitherway they’re forever thankful that you’re so understanding. with the little touches you guys end up doing like from simply pushing a strand of hair behind an ear or running fingers through each other’s hair, they’re absolutely addicted. smitten, even, so incredibly much that they can’t put their love for this, for you into words.

[funsizedcrow]

Link is Hylia's specialist little boy (this is not a good thing for him)

(stills under the cut)

[khaotunq]

gif request | Anonymous asked: Can you please make a FirstKhaotung best kisses gifset?

[ask-queen-arti]

"Damage Control" [ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 ]

(OOC: she is back! sorry for the inactivity, and thank you for being patient)

[emolionsrawr]

*at a grant nash BBQ*

buck: *staring off into space*

eddie: he's about to say something really funny or absolutely horrifying

tommy: what?

hen: just wait

buck: did you know these two orcas trained other orcas to kill sharks by taking out their liver and testicles?

eddie: yep horrifying

tommy: wait, really?

buck: yup, off the coast of africa there's these two orcas called port and starboard and they hunt sharks to eat their liver and testicles, they tag team them, one goes for their fins while the other takes out the liver, so far they've taken down five great whites, they even killed khaleesi, who was being tracked and traced for research purposes

tommy: oh my god really?

hen: *looks at tommy and smiles*

eddie: *whispers to hen* he's perfect for him

hen: *whispers back* i know!

buck: yeah! port and starboard have even started teaching other orcas to do the same! so far port and starboards record of how many sharks killed in a day is seventeen!

tommy: oh my god, that's insane baby, what else have port and starboard done?

buck: well they also hunt copper sharks and some fish, they even chased the great whites away from africa for seven weeks! but this isn't even the first time orcas have done something like this, in the early 1900's there was this orca called old tom who would help whalers hunt baleen whales, he even tugged the boats into the right position to get the whales, this happened in the port of eden new south whales in australia, you can actually go and see old tom's skeleton in eden killer whale meuseum, and on his teeth you can see marks from where he would pull the roaps! and old tom even has missing teeth because the whalers had this thing called "law of tounge" where they would strap the dead whales down so old tom and his pod could eat the lips and tongues, on the night where he lost his teeth logan, one of the davidson whaler friends tried to bring the whale in instead of pinning it down for old tom to eat, and old tom was pissed and tried to stop him, and he lost teeth, old tom died from starvation, when old tom died they thought he was 35, but the davidson family swore old tom helped three generations of their family with whaling, old tom was actually in his 90's when he died, they called old toms pod the killers of eden which-

tommy: would make an amazing true crime shark podcast name

buck:

eddie:

tommy:

hen:

buck: *tears up* you get me

[fakesorbet]

The Bad Kids + Summer drinks

[fireplceashes]

Like that? Yeah, that works. So that was okay? It was better than fake mouth static.

9-1-1 | 7.04 "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered"

[francy-sketches]

sorry I got posessed by the wattpad demon I'm normal now (lying)

+alt version that didnt fit the #aesthetic but it better represents my #vision of them ^_^ hashtag couplegoals

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.