trying a new technique where if i see a post on the internet i don't like i go 'ew! bleh! ick! ptooey!!' and keep scrolling

Submas transfer error AU, but like, reversed? kinda. Emmet as an Archeops wouldn’t leave my mind until i drew this. Also, some Sneasel Emmet doodle, he is not really happy that Ingo forgot him.

Emmet gets to terrorize the entirety of Hisui as a weird birb as a treat while searching for Ingo. He can run around reaaaally fast + no fall damage if he flaps those wings once or twice, he would be a real menace.

Yes I’m making this an entire poll because I’m super fucking indecisive and already being conflicted on doing multiple things so I’m gonna ask people. As of rn I only have two blogs, this current one and my art blog-which is @megdrawsiguess if you wanna follow-and while I don’t necessarily need more I’m low key considering it for mega man cause compared to all my other side interests I think it’s such a big interest that it needs to be separated. (That or maybe I’m just embarrassed posting on a mecha/retro anime blog when most people following me don’t know it despite it being based on a lot of that stuff, idk)

ok the 24 hr fast starts now at 5pm, wish me luck. I've had ~550 cal so far today, just gonna go for a run to see if I can get my phone back and then lie around watching my disordered eating playlist on youtube for motivation

going to do something absolutely balls to the wall INSANE today (start posting on tiktok again)

i think i'm going vegan

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

Expertise can't help you here.

Chop chop chop

the depths

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Drake Siblings

Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.

What if, now hear me out.

What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)

What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)

Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.

So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.

A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.

Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-

But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"

Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way