SamCaresMore

Zukka!!! :)

that swap au by soggywhiskers on twt, they love each other, your honor

i'll post it there tonight, but you guys get to see it rn bc tumblr is very cool

(PG. 1 & 2) Continuation from Angel's bday, HUSKER IS ALIVE EVERYONE! Gonna be posting these pages throughout the week so ANYWAYS yeah totally everything will be alright yes absolutely...yes.

Zukka comic for a friend

His eyes watching his own reluctant godhood

I worked really hard on this one and it’s the completed version of a wip I posted earlier.

🪰🕸️🪱🖤💀🌀

there is no way to imagine early chaggie's first meeting that isn't at least a little silly

Charlie: "SO! Umm- What's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?"

Vaggie: "...." (is in Hell)

Charlie: "....." (princess of Hell)

Charlie: ".....aside from the, damned for all eternity by Heaven for your past actions, thing."

Vaggie: "Nothing much. Meeting pretty demon ladies, I guess?"

Charlie: "Oh who? Is she a friend? Where'd she go??"

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "......."

Charlie: "It's me isn't it. I'm the pretty demon lady."

Vaggie: "Sorry."

Charlie: "What? No don't be! I've, I just haven't been called pretty in a while, or talked to anyone who wasn't a living demon plushy, so I'm kinda out of practice with the conversational cues and-"

Vaggie: "Not for that. It's uh.. I've lost lot of blood... I think I'm about to pass out."

Charlie: "-you WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "wha's your name again..?"

Charlie: "I- I didn't say but I'm Charlie WHAT BLEEDING!??!?"

Vaggie: "'s nice meeting you Charlie." (slumps over)

Charlie: (catching her) "Ah! Ahhh!?" (hugging vaggie while frantically shrugging off jacket) "Pretty lady unconscious, the unnamed pretty lady IS unconscious!!!" (wrapping vaggie in jacket like burrito and scooping her up) (RUNS)

Charlie: "EVERYBODY MOVE MOVE MOOOVE! UNCONSCIOUS AND EXANGUINATED PRETTY LADY COMING THROUGH!!!"

Part 60!

Sleepover ✨

The technician is working that mask too

Part 59 | Part 61

Start from the beginning -> Here!

“Not Metropolis?”

“If I’m going to be dealing with superheroes, I don’t want to also deal with aliens.”

She was still keeping decent pace with him- perks of not actually being a person he guessed- but Gotham was getting on his nerves. Probably on purpose, the city didn’t want him here and She apparently was willing to annoy him to a second death over it.

“And New York?”

“Shit’s fucked.” Danny offered. “I don’t even want to know what’s going on there.”

“Gods. Above the Empire State Building.” She said, and he tripped on cracked sidewalk, barely slowing his run.

“See? You’re my best bet. I’m late for class and your school’s the opposite direction.”

“I don’t go to school.”

“Tell that to your ‘Gotham Academy for the wealthy or whatever the name is’ uniform and your schoolgirl ponytail.”

“I’m a representation of the people.” She shot him a look, eyes again glowing as the spirit tapped into the the energy around her. “Amity Park, go home.”

“Lady Gotham, respectfully. Nah.”

I feel like people underestimate Ballister's actions in the movie and dumb him down to be just a guy with sad big eyes when he's literally a metaphor for transphobic gay men who participated in the system based on violence and hate. He's so much more than what fandom makes him out to be and he's quite flawed

Like :/// yes he's cute but let's not infantalize him???

Ones hands can tell the story of how they’ve lived… and how far they have come.

I’m a sucker for Good Dad Splinter ever since I watched TMNT ‘03. That rat was gifted sapience and his immediate instinct was kindness. I love that for him.

Rise Splinter lived a rollercoaster of a life, but as a Hollywood star he remembered the names of all his stunt guys and coworkers, and as a prisoner he cared for the rat that shared his cell. His sons are very close and physically affectionate, I think that says something about how he cares? That’s just how I like to headcanon him :)

It’s interesting to explore the idea that a seemingly monstrous transformation is what pushed him to be a kinder human

Ones hands can tell the

story of how they’ve lived… and

how far they have come.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

*Crowley casually driving in the Bentley at like 100 mph*

Muriel on heelys speeding past the Bentley: HELLO MR CROWLEYY

Crowley: what the fuck-

I love when the grumpy character gets the sweetest mf drink to ever exist and the more energetic character gets the “I’ll just take it black! Like my soul” drink.

Anyways, so you know Angel and Husk-

“Well there’s contract magic- that’s what Constantine does, along with the majority of prevalent magic users.” Tim nudged her foot out of the way, continuing the chalk circle around them. Sam turned to follow, wondering how he managed to keep the circle so even.

“Wait, who’s Constantine?” Tucker asked. “They’re not in the files.”

“He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Danny muttered. “He’s in contract with half the Creatures on this side of the realms. You know the amount of ghosts I got complaining to me cause he tricked them better than they could when they went under contract?”

“Hnn, yeah most wouldn’t take too nicely to getting tricked. Salt please.” Tim handed the chalk to Tucker in exchange for salt from the bag he’d shoved into the other teen’s arms. “And then someone like Zatanna is Born with her magic, but Born are rare, so I doubt one of them would be targeting you three specifically. Leaves us with Creature or Cursed.”

Sam watched in mild amusement as Danny tried to smudge the chalk-and-salt lines, static bursting from the point and making him recoil. “Creature, that would be fae-things right? Ghosts, demons, whatever is made of magic or magic adjacent?”

“Basically. Salt will help with that. The chalk is hopefully for anyone who tries to cast like how I do. Although trying to harness magic by manipulating curses is rare since it involves far too much grave and museum robbing. Lucky for me, mom and dad did the legwork, so I haven’t needed to rob a grave yet. Mind setting this cat pair at the northern and eastern points of the circle?” He offered two tiny stone cats to her and Sam wrapped her hands around them, the smooth stone unnaturally chilled.