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cacaocheri · 3 months
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HIII HIHIIHI I MADE AN ARCHIE AU!!!!! i read the comics obsessively as a kid and have a collection of the digests so you know your girl had to combine them. yn is archie and sun is betty and moon is veronica ofc. except their personalities dont really align (i didnt want to make moon a stereotypical rich girl) so its basically just like teen romance shenanigans from the 1950s. they are silly i love them
also chica is jughead btw
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layraket · 9 months
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the chain as little creatures part 2!!!
now i really want to make this an AU, i have so many ideas for them.
i had the idea of making wind a little pig because of the little pigs on his island, but i guess he being a little seagull fits more with the pirate thing
Close ups!
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dulc3vida · 1 month
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kitty!reader is so nonchalant, it throws jj for a loop. he's used to girls being all like "what are we?" after they do anything together but you dap him up and drive away from him like nothing happened. it drives him crazy bc he's the one with the reputation for leading girls on and now his leash is being tugged every which way. he's so annoying about it too like he sees you talking to another guy and he's throwing his arm around you, pressing a gross wet kiss with lots of tongue to your mouth before asking what you guys were talking about.
he hates that you think its funny too. he tries asking you out in so many different scenarios- none of them good. you're fixing your lipgloss after blowing him and he asks you to be his girlfriend and you straight up laugh in his face bc if he really wants you, he'll do better.
"quit frontin' mamas, you know you're mine."
and you are his. everyone knows it. even after you two finally get together, you still try to play with his feelings but he shuts that shit down real quick.
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simbasomba · 26 days
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The brainrot of these two hits HARD
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zanes-pet-catfish · 5 months
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Some rq boy sketches
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I like the idea that each series with the recurring characters are just different reincarnations of each, MCD isn't even where this starts in my mind, that goes to a mermaids tale, then a royal tale and then it's actually mcd then pdh/fcu/mystreet.
Although it would be wild in universe to name your child Zane, yaknow, like the mass murderer from 700-1000 years ago
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intheinkpot · 8 months
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Lae'zel gazes down at Drakuuln with clear amusement, her fingers tracing the ridges of the scales plating his stomach. "You submit so easily now. What happened to the man who declared that I should submit to him?"
"Mmmm. He got real tired of figuring out everyone else's shit for them. Being told what to do became a lot more appealing." He cracks open an eye lazily and smirks. "Decided I liked being bossed around by you."
"I see. It seems our adventures have made you wise after all. I feared they would only addle your brain more."
Drakuuln chuckles.
"Though it seems you struggle with this new found wisdom still. I did not say to open your eyes. Close them. Submit."
Drakuuln's open eye slips closed, the tension melting out of him as Lae'zel continues tracing the ridges of his scales up to his chest. A far cry from the subtle but clear tension when he pulled her aside from camp to explain that his body would not be what she expected. She kisses the soft leathery scales of his throat, reveling in his gentle sigh.
"Zhak vo'n'ash duj," she whispers.
"Vethirasvim," Drakuuln murmurs. "Eritov. Erthe'Lea'zel."
Familiar words she had not known the meaning of until recently, when she had gone around Drakuuln's knowing smiles and deflections and half-truths and asked his mother to translate. My treasure. My love. My Lae'zel.
Her breath hitched. Come sunrise she would tell him how she felt. He had been telling her long enough.
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soulcured · 2 years
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I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. The quiet yearning from both
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g-eetings · 7 months
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Very close to just writing tojoshi myself
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simpfornegan · 1 year
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i need obikin moots so bad, i can’t contain these thoughts any longer…
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gh0stz404 · 5 months
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hskfhshdujfbfb,,,
feeling so so so normal about julian x asra but like in a “bitter exes” way
like they are so bad for each other but can’t seem to leave
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andersonlore · 6 months
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PLS CONTINUE THE ‘YES TO HEAVEN’ SMUT I NEED IT
y’all want some more 🤭
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science-lings · 2 years
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oh no god help i’m having too many character design ideasssss
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awkwardgtace · 2 years
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17, 25 and 26 for the merfolk trio?
17. What is something this OC hates?
Byssal: People who use old stories to judge others.
Pelago: Violence. She doesn't want to see anyone fighting.
Kyrie: Anyone who hurts his family, friends, and especially Melody.
25. Would you be friends with this OC in real life?
Byssal: I would def want to be. He'd be unlikely to want to be my friend.
Pelago: Definitely.
Kyrie: Reluctantly. He'd be more into the whole friend thing than me
26. If this OC had three wishes, what would they be?
Byssal: For others to stop judging Pelago and Kyrie. That he couldn't hurt Pelago, ever. That Kyrie and Pelago would be safe without him (includes Melody and Caprice eventually).
Pelago: For sirens to return to the sea safely. Oceanids getting the colors back in their fins. that everyone could feel the call of their destined when hearing a siren's song.
Kyrie: To understand human language fluently, he hates not getting things Melody and Caprice say. That he could be human size whenever he wanted. That Melody could be a mermaid whenever she wanted.
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bookwyrminspiration · 7 months
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if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off
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convexicalcrow · 2 months
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come back skulk Cub my beloved come back
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hailsatanacab · 5 months
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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