#uh tw i think

[lichenbug]

they drink together often

[moistrodent]

The way Vivziepop portrays medication, specifically anti-depressants, will never not piss me off. She named them happy pills.

One step away from fucking normal pills. Yk. As someone who is on anti-depressants and bipolar meds who has taken other medications I SWEAR TO GOD VIV!!! I have heard the excuse a million times for Stolas being awful and manipulative to Blitzø because of he was off his meds :( and that’s not how it works!!! It’s basically never brought up. At all. Like okay sure I guess one of the most important characters in your show has depression never gonna touch on that? Cool. Very cool. I hate Stolas obviously but like please

[majorstumbles]

Wolverine is an interesting name for Logan.

While he is somewhat feral and hairy, yes, that’s not enough to go off of when Scott and the Professor stumble on him in those woods. Another trait of a wolverine is that they are easily domesticable. Easily tamed, in a way. Xavier took one look at Logan, who was broken and scared, invaded his mind to shape it how he saw fit, and named him after one of the most tamable wild species. And even still in the X-Men, he is shamed for his animalistic instincts. He is expected to be tame and civilized, is expected to be domesticated like many wild animals people bring into their homes. And when he acts on these less desirable instincts, he is cast out, in a way. When he lashes out, whether in some sort of courtship- much like a wolverine- or because of overstimulation, he is scorned and tosses aside until he is ‘presentable’ or docile. He is fundamentally deprived of the pack activities from the very animal he is named after, and is just expected to be okay. He is expected to discard these instincts, and yet he is named after the very thing these instincts resemble. He is used as a work animal, sent into dangerous situations like a canary in a cave, only to be retrieved and saved if someone may be fond of him- like someone may be fond of a pet. Logan is presented as an animal, and is yet expected to act like a man.

Anyways, Scott/Storm/Wade is the white lady who takes one look at a traumatized fight dog, goes ‘oh, buppy’, and has that thing spoiled in a week.

[sygneth]

Things are starting to get awkward hehe

Part 5 of of Holmes' collage adventures

Chapter 1: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 Masterpost (Index) AO3

[starwrighter]

You know what I love in DpxDc crossovers?

When people explain Jason's pit madness as having to do with ectoplasm. Whether it be the hc that the pits are corrupted ectoplasm, Jason being a revenant before being dunked in the pits or any other idea/theory I love it all!

But you know what I don't see much of? The pit madness being seen as something more clinical. In most of the DpxDc crossovers I've read it's always treated as something that can be easily and quickly fixed. I don't see much content about Jason's pit madness being treated like an serious illness and it's honestly underrated.

Make his pit madness be like cancer for ghost's. Something spread throughout his body like a fucked up spider web slowly killing him as it continues to go untreated. Making his life emotionally and oftentimes physically painful. Have Jason assume his pain is just the consequences of his vigilante life since nobody could ever diagnose him with anything.

Danny feeling heartbroken when he sees Jason not because he can sniff it out or sense it but because he can see it. Oftentimes cancer doesn't show symptoms until it's advanced. For Danny this is like seeing someone who's medical treatment has been so neglected that they're covered in tumors! Danny screaming bloody murder at Bruce for allowing things to get this far; for not getting him help and allowing things to fester like this. Danny's ugly crying because he's a child and he doesn't know how to react to something like this! It's a horrifying sight when medical care is neglected, but seeing someone suffering so much without even knowing what's going on? It's terrifying.

Jason trying to comfort Danny but Danny just starts crying harder because Jason doesn't know what the hell is going on and someone has to be the one to tell him.

Treat Jason's pit madness as a symptom of something bigger, not something that can be fixed with the flick of a wrist. Show me the grief of having a loved one/being the loved one suffering from something that has a good chance of killing them. Where the treatment can make you feel worse than the disease does sometimes. Seeing a loved one get weaker and weaker yet reassuring yourself it's just the process of healing and they're going to be fine.

Have it be something that's treatment is long and strenuous, something that might need surgery to fix. Jason needing a bone marrow transplant or an organ and Danny being the only halfa that's willing to give it to him. Jason having to choose whether he's willing to risk a child's life to save himself or if he's just going to die a second time.

(Bonus! Have Jason deny the operation but Doctors work differently in the realms so it's done anyway without his consent. Does Jason think Danny died from the operation? Maybe it's some important ghost bone marrow/organ and the doctors being dodgey and refusing to let anyone see Danny before he's recovered enough? Jason grieving over a child and lashing out because "why would anyone decide the life of a child was something you could throw away like that!")

[tio-trile]

Lying awake at night thinking about an Ianthe arm design that makes anatomical sense

[saetoshis]

the obsession is coming back👹

[mayorspatula]

pink and purple is a good colour combo i think

you can blame @floofsterr for these two (dont give me requests btw if we arent close friends i will ignore you)

[nat-1-whump]

We need to give winged whumpees more love. Consider:

As hurt, we've got...

Sick Whumpee struggles to sleep because their wings make lying down tricky. This makes them extra miserable when they're already sick, tired, and desperately need to sleep but just can't get comfortable.

When Whumpee gets badly injured on the field, it takes the whole team to pin them down so they don't thrash around and make it worse while Caretaker tries to treat them. They've got people holding their legs, arms, and wings, and as much as Whumpee screams and writhes in pain, they don't let go. While they try to pull their wing from their teammate's grip, Whumpee accidentally dislocates it.

Whumper restrains Whumpee and rips their feathers out, one by one... Or all at once, if they are so inclined.

Whumpee gets caught in some kind of trap that covers their wings in gunk, effectively pinning them to the ground as they desperately try to escape from Whumper.

Sick with a horrible fever, Whumpee feels freezing cold no matter how much they're actually burning up. They keep trying to wrap their wings around themself for warmth, but Caretaker keeps stopping them by spreading their wings out. Whumpee groans as they try to pull their wings back. Caretaker whispers an apology, but they still can't let Whumpee risk making their fever worse.

Whumpee gets knocked out in midair, plummeting to the ground completely helpless. Or slamming into every tree branch, rooftop, or clothes line on the way down.

And as comfort, there's...

Caretaker gives Whumpee a warm bath and massages the dried blood out of their feathers. By the time they're done, Whumpee is fast asleep.

Caretaker repositions the pillows and blankets on Whumpee's bed into a sort of nest, trying to help Whumpee get as comfortable as they can. Afterwards, they bundle Whumpee in a blanket, wrapping Whumpee in their own wings first to make the blanket fit around them better and provide some extra warmth.

After Whumpee gets badly injured, Caretaker bandages up their wings, trying to soothe them whenever they cry out from the pain. Unable to fly, Whumpee gets increasingly impatient with themself over the following days. Caretaker notices their frustration and gently encourages them to take it easy and let their wings rest.

Whumpee uses their wings as a blanket for both themself and Caretaker as they snuggle together on the couch.

When Whumpee can barely walk due to their injuries, the weight of their wings only adds to the struggle. Though they encourage Whumpee to stay in bed and rest as much as possible, Caretaker is happy to wrap their arm around Whumpee's waist and help them around the house. Whumpee rests a wing on Caretaker's shoulders as they make their way to the kitchen for some warm food.

Caretaker asks Whumpee to hold still so they can draw their wings in their sketchbook. They say it's so Whumpee can see what their wings look like without trying to bend backwards in a mirror, but there's a silent understanding between the two that it's because they're both craving some time together. Whumpee starts to feel stiff from holding their wings out, but they can't help but smile a bit at the way Caretaker leans closer to watch the light move across their feathers. Though Whumpee had never seen their wings as anything particularly beautiful, they set off a sort of sparkle in Caretaker's eyes.

And maybe some wing-related dialogue, such as...

Whumper grinned, picking up a pair of wire cutters. The tool glinted in the flickering torch light. "Well, you've gone and flown a little too close to the sun, didn't you, Whumpee? Not to worry, though. You'll never fly again, when I'm through with you."

"Oh, why won't you sing for me, my beautiful songbird?" Whumper drawled as they ran a finger along Whumpee's throat. Whumpee only glared back. If it weren't for the muzzle, they would have spat on Whumper's shoes. They squirmed in their restraints, leather straps binding their wings close to their back.

"Oh, you poor thing... What happened to your wings? C'mere, let me look at them..." Caretaker pulled Whumpee into an embrace, grabbing their wings with gentle hands. Their breath hitched as they noticed that, under the tattered feathers, Whumpee's injuries were even worse than they thought.

Caretaker slapped sick Whumpee's cheek, trying to wake them up. "Hey, Whumpee, um. Listen, y-you're fever's getting worse and I just need to know... Whatever you are, do you go to a doctor or a vet?" They weren't exactly prepared for this winged stranger to show up on their doorstep half-dead. While they might have normally found their dilemma a bit comedic, right now it was hard to laugh. Whumpee desperately needed medical help, but they had no idea where to take them.

"Ngh-stop! Let go of my wings, or so help me I'll---" Whumpee's protests turned into a scream as Caretaker poured antiseptic onto a cloth and pressed it against their gaping wound. Whumpee passed out from the pain, falling limp with tears still streaming down their face. As their vision faded, they heard Caretaker's whispered apologies.

"Six months for the feathers to grow back?!" Whumpee's lower lip started to quiver. "B-but... I can't fly..." They took a wing in their hands, running their fingers along the bare, bloody skin where their feathers had been ripped out. Caretaker reached out to put a hand on Whumpee's shoulder, but Whumpee flinched back. A tear rolled down their cheek, stinging them as it landed right on an open cut on their wing. "Nonononono, th-there's gotta be something you can do! Anything! Please... I want my feathers back."

Just... Wings. Yeah.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

@vanweek2024 day 3 - time

you may be asking yourself "how does this drawing even fit the prompt?" well i'll tell you!

the prompt is time. how do you measure time? a clock. how could this relate to vanweek? a vanny themed clock. how would this make any sort of sense in universe? she is selling the clock.

did i have any other ideas? no

here's a bonus w/o the effects. contains both a green screen AND a bg you can actually look at

[mymp3]

ideation

[strayingsocks]

This was NORMAL.

YOU changed.

[pfhwrittes]

👉👈 soap armpit kink thoughts?

(hi it's injestedsoap)

hello my beloved @injestedsoap! you want soap 'pit crew thoughts? you got 'em!

i mean there's just so many thoughts i can share with you!

are you in the mood for slightly sleazy soap who has a thing for 'pits x housemate!reader? the kind of man that places your coffee mug on the highest shelf so you have to stretch up to reach for it in the morning meaning that the oversized t-shirt you wear to bed bunches up and offers him a tantalising glimpse of the soft skin under your arms.

slighty sleazy soap who makes it his mission in life to hide every single roll on, stick, or can of deodorant you buy so you have to ask him to borrow his (which he's hidden from you of course). the kind of man that when you're stood in a tank top at the threshold of his room asking him oh so nicely if you can please please borrow your deodorant johnny, i can't find mine and i stink practically stalks over to you, grips your wrist to lift your arm high over your head, and unceremoniously shoves his face into your armpit so he can take a deep shuddering inhale before releasing you.

he says something about not having any left and practically slams the door to his room in your face so he can shove his hand down his pants to furiously stroke his cock while the slightly sweet slightly spicy scent of you is still thick in his nose.

or are you in the mood for whiny needy soap who pins gaz against the cool tiles of the communal showers immediately after PT?

soap who's feet are slipping in in the cheap flipflops he wears in the showers as he ruts his leaking cock up against gaz's toned abdomen. he utters all kinds of filth about ye jus' smell so good, fuckin' drivin' me crazy, please please please gaz i need tae smell ye as gaz grips the damp hair of soap's mohawk to stop him from leaning his face into gaz's armpit.

gaz who persuades soap into giving him the sloppiest, nastiest blowjob of his life partially to shut him up and partially so he'll definitely get off before soap does.

while gaz is still blinking the starbursts out of his vision and trying to get his knees to unlock, soap shoves his face into the tight curls under gaz's arm and moans low and filthy, his hips stutter and he cums untouched all over gaz's happy trail.

.... is that what you were thinking of, perhaps? 😅

[spirits-art-blog]

Having your thoughts and personality be dictated by an AI for months only to suddenly have free will thrust back onto you would be, at least a little bit, disorientating.

Some frames of the individual Mikeys!

[halflifebutawesome]

you used to be such a baby.

[raykunaraccoon]

Tw!! Bl00d n silly monster rahh

Was on Aggie.io with some friends!!! ^^

Here r some stuff i drew lol

Random batch

Some of the toons u see r again from my aus and I'm not explaining them bc i haven't thought of a good story for them @_@

But i like rhem so

Uh

Yeha:)