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#the girls are fighting!! STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE • 3.07 “Civil Defense”
Drew my minecraft character after going on a spree of minecraft tags whoopsies
ft MrBoss
she doestn have a mouth, got lost in the deep dark and accidentally fell and screamed and in cartoon style fashion ripped it off before the warden heard forgot to put it back and lost it later, its somewhere in the chests scattered around the house
Happy birthday Waluigi!
24 years ago, on 21/07/2000, Mario Tennis came out in Japan, and it was Waluigi's first appearance! Twenty four years of Waluigi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been a fan for about 5 years, and he's still my favourite nintendo character
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Old man Hinata (with fangs) 🫠
Click on the image to see the details better pls :3
@infinitemilk
For #FemDabiHawksWeekend2025
Summary:
Hawks walks in every morning and orders a matcha latte with fresh whipped cream like it’s her only drink. Dabi stares, Hawks blinks her twinkling amused eyes in response and drops her polite greetings and one to two minutes of obligatory small talk before they continue on their way, Dabi doomed to trace her around campus even when she’s not ordering matcha lattes before her very eyes.
One look at her, one glance of Hawks’ bushy golden brow raised Dabi’s direction, subtly hers, all that’s regrettably ever hers, as amusement tints in the reflection of gold and Dabi is—gone.
“Staring again, princess?” Her voice is light as the spring skies, teasing like Dabi doesn’t look like she just woke up.
She did.
What most will see as an artist mistake, I see as an extension to their wardrobe.
Thank u chat
Notes game!!!
At each milestone I will remove one feature from Barry B. Benson.
5 notes: his eyebrows
10 notes: his arms
20 notes: his shoes
50 notes: his nose
100 notes: his legs
200 notes: his hair
JAJAHEOFGIGHUGHGHGIGIGGHHGORIEHGUGUGHROGJGHFIROGHGURHJFOFGIGHRUFHHFIRORKGKG9MGOGOGMGKGOGMGOG
I BEGAN SLURPPING THE SCREEN WHAT THE HECHT OMGOGMGOGMGGOMGOGGMGO I LOVE IT SM OMG WHAT WHAT WHATWHATHWHAHSHFHHSAHSGGSAGHAAGGAGAHAHSGSGZHANSNXNXJX
THE COMPOSITION IS SO COOL AND THE LIGHTING TOOO🤯🤯🤯😳😳😳🤯🤯😳🙏🙏🙏
SOEODOFFFJDHAHAJSHAHAHAGAAHAHAHAHAHGEGRGAGGRHHSJJDJXJCJSAMMAAJHABRGAGRGAGGRGAGRGGAGHEEHEHETETETETETTEETYEHETEHETE🥰😘🥰😘❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰🥰💥🥰💥🥰💯💯💥
MY GIRLLLLLLLLLLL THE TRANSEPORTER IS SO PRETTYYYYYY I LOVE HOW U COLORED HER TAIL AND DREW HER HAIR🙏💥💥😳🙏🤯🤯🙏🙏🤯😍😍😍
SHE WOULD DEFINITELY SAVE UR LITTLE GUY SO THIS FITS HER SO WELLLLLL👌👌🙏🙏🙏💥💥💥💯💯
YALL’S OCS LOOK SO COOL OH MY GYAT THE COLORS OF THEM AND THE CREATURE DESIGN
Sinking Friend
Sea Angel belongs to @breadnabreadd
Man O’ War Jellyfish from @lovemonstress
Seal based one from my lovely moot @jelliannn
The only human by me
chat he's so me !!!
i love him sm omg
“Qibs where tf are you why aren’t you Posting you bozo”
Instagram.
It’s kidnapped me
But!! I did write a DAT thing early despite being on hiatus lol
@purewavelengthsoflight @ask-the-critters-survival-au it’s an expansion on Harley Sawyer and Ollie Playtime lore!! :3 because I love them both
Honestly I imagine them having this goofy ass “old man can’t talk to teenagers” vibe and i want to draw Harley just holding Ollie on a child leash with a “-_-“ expression as they bounce off the WALLS
Anyway!! Here ‘tis!!
😭 it’s called a Doctor’s Proposal and goes somewhat like this
Harley: We should truce for nefarious reasons.
Ollie: *dissociates*
Harley: Shit.
ohhhhgggKAY y'all
I have some personal albert hc's based on a character workshop today (very based off of other peoples Albert hc's)
- he has a mother and two younger sisters, his dad either walked out or died
- his mother is either sick or drunk so it's mostly up to him to provide for his family.
- his closest/only friends are the New York newsies. he's very apprehensive of katherine at first.
- he wears his newsie hat backwards (though we knew this)
- he's super hyper masc and stoic and cold to hide his insecurities about his feminine traits- he wants to go to culinary school and become a chef, and is also grappling with his sexuality and a crush on jack/race
- the abscencr of his father also played a hand in his demeanour and insecurities, he never really had a male role model to show him how to act.
- he has anger/emotional processing issues becuase if his mental health, sexuality and absent father. it's very rare to see him smile, and the only times he really does in the show is during numbers like kony.
- during his rare downtime while he's not selling papes or caring for his mum and sisters he likes to visit this one diner downtown. sometimes they give him food for free or just let him watch the process in the kitchen. they don't let him help because they'd have to pay him and also hes too dirty but it's his comfort place. he would never tell the other newsies. the line cook there is a gay guy and he and Albert talk a lot about everything that albert would never open up to anyone else about.
anyway yah! that's my albert! my silly guy!
ps im starting on the writing reqs :3c
Ranking All of the Newsies Songs Based on How Much I Enjoyed Being in Them!
disclaimer: i played jack over the summer. we had 2 weeks to produce the show. i am afab and a mezzo-soprano. anyway, enjoy!
18: The Bottom Line
i wasn’t in it + plus its a bad song
17: That’s Rich
i wasn’t in it
16: Watch What Happens
i wasn’t in it
15: Letters From The Refuge
i wasn’t in it
14: Brooklyns Here
i wasn’t in it but its so fun
13: King of New York
i wasn’t in it but me and the girl who played Medda had a really good time doing the choreography backstage <3 also just a banger
12: Overture
got wheeled in on a little platform during this. was silly.
11: The Bottom Line (Reprise)
i was in this one! barely! this is such a good villain song and it gave me chills every time. i was barely in it but i love that they mention jack’s newsies name in this one
10: Finale
made me sad that the show was ending and also i took the girl harmony on this one which is so random and hard lol.
9: Something to Believe In
had a rough time with the harmonies in this one and also the first couple times we ran the scene before it i completely forgot my lines after the kiss because i was nervous LMAO so during the show i was always wicked nervous that was gonna happen again.
8: Seize the Day
okay so im a dancer first. usually jack doesn’t dance much but i did! and then i ran around the entire auditorium because snyder was chasing me. i was so tired and out of breath and also just nervous for santa fe.
7: Santa Fe (Prologue)
i was chillin during this. the guy who played crutchie was amazing and we had a good time working on this song together.
6: Don’t Come a Knockin/I Never Planned On You
unpopular opinion but i love this song. cutie banter and i love when songs overlap eachother.
5: Watch What Happens (Reprise)
these harmonies are FUN! and i love jack’s little dialogue pieces in this.
4: Carrying the Banner
classic newsies getting ready. loved this so much.
3: Santa Fe
everytime i stepped off the stage after this song the cast would run and hug me. i was so so stressed during this though which is why it isnt number one.
2: Once and For All
you ever sang that section with a group of your best friends before? you know the section. anyway yeah its about the most therapeutic musical theatre can possibly get.
1: The World Will Know
and here it is! my favorite song that i was in. the energy in this song is so incredibly high and i just always felt that the ensemble was having just as much fun as i was.
Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.
Happy Pride Everyone.
Stay Gay.
A lil fake space magazine :0
doctors orders! - sim jake
synopsis. jake was a little concerned by how often you were sat in his waiting room, but he couldn't deny how he searched his appointment list each morning hoping to see your name
pairing. jake x female reader
genre. social media au, fluff, comedy, angst in later chapters, smut for sure
characters. enhypen, chaeryeong and yeji of itzy, wonwoo and mingyu of seventeen
warnings. lots of swearing (it's me so...), very suggestive themes involving jake, smut in later chapters, mentions of character family death
start date. tba
end date. tba
taglist. send an ask to join the taglist! blog must show you are 18+ perma taglist will already be tagged!
profiles.
appointment one:
2:08 a.m. — Kuroo Tetsurou
❀ best friends to lovers
“Are you asleep?”
Kuroo’s voice was soft as it sounded from next to you. He tried to keep quiet, not wanting to wake you, but there was something that was keeping him up.
After a brief moment of silence he peaked his head up from his pillow to look at you.
Your arm was tucked under your pillow as you hugged it to you. Strands of your hair fell perfectly into your eyes and your chest rose and fell slowly in your slumber.
You never looked more beautiful in Kuroo’s eyes than you did now.
As badly as he wanted to talk to you about what was making his chest burn, seeing you like this was more important.
He shifted slowly trying not to stir the bed too much as he tried to get closer to you, his head now resting on the pillow next to yours instead of at the foot of the bed.
“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled, his hand just a mere inch away from your face now.
He wanted to brush the hair from your eyes, to kiss every part of your face goodnight. He wanted to hug you into his chest while you used him as a pillow.
More than any time he’d felt this before, he wanted to tell you how he felt. He’d been your best friend for a long time but in the past few months he loved you more than a friend should.
“God damn why are you so perfect. You make this so hard, you know.”
He whispered turning to lay on his back now and shutting his eyes softly.
The image of you asleep with the smallest of smiles touching your lips was burned into the dark side of his eyes.
“When are you going to let me tell you how in love I am with you?”
As he slowly fell asleep to the image of you, he missed your smile grow bigger.
He didn’t need to know you’d been awake since he slipped under the covers, you could always tell him the same thing in the morning.
love you, love you, love you.
yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader
my first ever dark content/yandere oneshot aaaaaa!!! plsss thoroughly go through the cw’s before reading ^^;
cw’s!!: non-consensual drugging, mentions of needles/syringes, medical malpractice, descriptions of violence (gutting, beating someone to death, etc.), mentions/romanticization of cannibalism, blood eating, medical abuse (???), gn! reader, no use of y/n, uhhhh freaky suguru. like he’s actually crazy (but so are u) and uhhh i think that’s it?? ^^;
wc: 1.3k (what.)
“how have you been feeling?” your therapists voice is soft, just barely loud enough for you to hear. it’s like he’s trying to grasp at any sense of normalcy, as if any of this was normal. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you move to look at him, a deadly look in your dazed, slow-blinking eyes.
he completely disregards your glare with nothing but a growing smirk, shifting to adjust your position on his lap. “i see you’ve taken well to the sedatives.” his cold hand grazes your bare arm as he speaks and you have to resist the urge to use all of the strength you have left to throw yourself onto the floor just to get away from him. you decided against it. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.
suguru’s a charming man. every nurse, therapist, and criminal in this hellhole of an institution knew that. maybe that’s why he clung to you like this. you saw through him, had threatened to knock his teeth out just because you found his smile unsettling in the preliminary meeting (“a convenient way to find your perfect fit!” is what one of the brochures had read).
a few weeks later he was your primary therapist. the only one allowed to see you for sessions and the only one able to prescribe what medicine you took.
this time it was a strong sedative administered by needle, only given to you the one day a week you saw him for your “sessions”. he seemed to enjoy this one, considering how he hadn’t switched the prescription in almost a month (though you were sure he was upping the dose every week, there was no other explanation for the way the syringe seemed to get more and more full every time you saw the nurses holding it).
it’s only now that he seemed to notice the narrow-eyed expression you were giving him. “aw, don’t look at me like that… it’s for my safety, angel. i can’t have you lashing out and hurting me, can i?” his palm rests on your cheek and as much as you will the muscles in your neck to jerk away from his touch, it still doesn’t work. only a small grunt leaves you and that sound only heightens the amusement in his eyes.
“m’gonna fuckin’ kill you…” you manage to strain out. you despise how weak your voice sounds. you despise the way his eyebrow quirks up in interest in response to your threat. you despise how his voice comes out a low, patronizing purr when he asks “oh, are you?” because he knows you will. he knows that if he lowers your dose you won’t hesitate to hunt him down. he’s seen your files, he knows.
you let out a shaky breath at his words, that deadly glare in your eyes never faltering as your head nods in response to his question (though he’d barely constitute it as a nod, more like a subtle twitch of your muscles). “m’gonna gut you… cut you alllll the way from your bellybutton to your fuckin’ throat…” you can feel the delirium from your medication settling in when you’re halfway through speaking, but that doesn’t stop you.
“how gruesome.” is all he hums, a deep, twisted glint of admiration in his gaze. “you’ve certainly grown more creative.” the pad of his thumb presses into your bottom lip as he speaks. he seems almost satisfied with your violent description, like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for (to him, it was).
he couldn’t help but feel touched by your words, how you planned something particularly torturous just to bring him as much pain as possible. the way you hurt people — at least before you were admitted — was concise and unmeditated. someone made you lose your temper so you hurt them, plain and simple as that. you were only able to plead insanity because of the way you “blacked out”, only noticing the soreness in your arms (and the brain matter in your hair) after you had beat a man to death.
so for you — a patient with uncontrollable violent outbursts — to plan something specific just for him? oh, he could feel the pleasant chill rolling down his spine. how would you do it, suguru wondered. would you steal a scalpel from the nurses or a knife from the kitchen? would the way you cut him open be clean — planned, even — or would you just hack at his skin until you were satisfied? he could almost imagine the way you’d pin him down (not like you had to, he’d let you see his insides if you asked politely enough) and run the cool metal over his abdomen before he felt the sharp contrast of the warmth of his blood trickling down his skin. he could only hope he would be alive long enough to see the crimson tainting the pretty skin of your hands, getting under your nails and sinking into the grooves of your palms, absorbing every drop of him.
suguru was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t notice the way you had squinted at his far away expression, a muscle in your jaw giving a small twitch. maybe if you…
suguru also didn’t notice the way you had managed to slowly pry your jaw open, the tip of his thumb now resting against the ridges of your bottom row of teeth. at least, he didn’t notice until you miraculously willed your jaw to snap shut, the metallic taste on your tongue bringing you a primal sense of satisfaction (you would’ve preferred to bite the the tip of his thumb clean off to teach him a lesson, but this would do).
and oh, you would’ve laughed in his face if you could when you heard that strangled little gasp leave his lips. you relished in the way he watched you with a dumbfounded look, his usually piercing eyes opened wide in surprise.
your victory was disturbingly short lived, though. his shock quickly turned into something almost giddy with the way his eyes seemed to light up like a child who was just handed their favorite toy. he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth, his head cocking to the side almost observantly. “how do i taste, angel? hm?” there’s a crazed look in his eyes. you feel like you’re getting dissected. “maybe you should eat me after you cut me open, yeah? i’d let you, you have my permission.” he’s all too eager to give you more ideas, more ways to torture him even after death.
his arm snakes around your middle so he can press a palm to your stomach. “i’d be with you forever… wouldn’t you like that, angel?” he murmurs lowly by your ear. you don’t have the strength to answer anymore, your eyes blinking slower… and slower…
he holds you tight as you slump against him, (the sedatives make you intensely drowsy… it doesn’t help that he had prescribed you double the recommended amount) making a mental note to up your dosage once again. he can’t risk you building up some sort of immunity, can he? if the force of your bite was any indication, he’d have to find a new medicine for you within the next month or two (not like it was any hassle on his end. if anything, he was excited to see your adorably pathetic attempts to brute force your way through the daze of a new drug).
he just had to keep you here with him… you’d learn to love it.
to love him.