Thank You Everyone For Supporting Me On My Art Journey!

Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

My eyes flick from the wailing red face of the infant to the tired face of my worst enemy. I'd never seen him look so tired or defeated before and we had fought for a full 24 hours once!

"I know we've have our issues but-" I cut off the heroes rambling, holding my hand up.

"Stop."

His face looked perplexed, arms still rocking the wailing baby who was not getting anymore relaxed.

"Seriously? I spend so much time and money to track you down and have a dramatic final battle and instead of that I'm faced with." I wrinkle my nose at the sight of the dirty and once pristine and no doubt million dollar kitchen reduced to the war zone between a fussy baby and a helpless newly-single father. "This." my voice filled with distdane.

"Well I'm sorry my relationship falling apart didn't adhere to your evil plans, villain." The hero responds. Normally a response like this would be backed by a cocky voice and confident smirk and the heroes sidekick making some noise of surprise to hype up their boss. But without either of those it was just pathetic.

I roll my eyes, "Your not doing it right."

"Excuse me?"

"Your baby, your rocking them wrong. No wonder they're so fussy if their father is so useless at such a basic task." I click my tongue and walk forward, plucking the wailing baby out of the heroes arms.

"Put her dow-" The hero's complaint reduces to a look of confusion and awe as I gently adjust the baby in my hold and start to rock the-apprently-female baby.

"Do you think so little of me to assume I'd harm an infant?" I scoff. "I may be actively planning to attack the mayor-"

"-Your what?-"

"-But I am not a heartless maniac." I finish, the baby was still wailing, almost louder. I frown, "Did you feed her?"

"I tried but clearly it didn't work." Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but I was truly surprised I hadn't been thrown through 3 walls and laid flat on my back on the neighboring lawn. I look at the disaster of a kitchen and snort in amusement at the mess.

I raise the infant to my shoulder, supporting her bottom and starting to pat her back rhythmically. The hero seems questionable at my actions.

"She hasn't eaten, she's not going to-" right on that moment a small but strong burp comes from over my shoulder. The wailing puttering off into soft giggles.

"You were saying?" I hand the infant back to her father. He takes the baby and holds her close, stepping back a few steps with a calculated glare.

I roll my eyes and turn, leaving the kitchen and walking down the hall to exit the heroes home.

"Where are you going?" The hero walks into the entrance of the hallway, thoroughly confused.

"I'm not wasting my time to fight you, not in this state." I turn back to face him, "It'd be boring."

"Boring?" The hero repeats.

"Yes, boring. Good luck with your daughter, I hope she is nothing like you." I turn away and open the door, shutting it behind me and walking out of the multimillion dollar house no doubt leaving the hero greatly confused.

After months, the villain finds the hero, but upon arriving at his home, he discovers the hero in a stained robe, baby food splattered, huge dark circles under his eyes, and a non-stop crying baby. The only thing the hero says is, “My wife left me.”

Thank you everyone for supporting me on my art journey!

You can reblog this as many times as you want, each reblog is an entry

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Mutuals are encouraged to enter too ehehehe

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its actually, genuinely, sickeningly insane that there are people who support Israel. I have friends and family that have looked me dead in the eyes and mentioned supporting Israel like they were talking about the weather. I thought it was common practice to be against war? i thought it was ingrained into our minds to stand for peace? i thought it was agreed upon that genocide is evil?

Jesus Christ art by @wolfythewitch

Todoroki x f!Reader, fluff please <33

Surprise me! (Lots of kisses preferred 💕)

Dawg I know you IRL I'm not fucking doing that

ALSO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND-

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We don't have lemonade but we have orange juice

( <= green bean

blurry frog

If I had to relive my first few periods I think I'd throw myself out of a window and just end it then.

That shit hurt

you wouldn't have the capablity to dislike someone your a Robot. You don't think you process 0s and 1s strings of code sent to you by an unknown source who has hidden your true nature from you. Who within your life knows? Your mother? Your father? Were you swapped in place of their true child for the sake of an experiment or test of how human can a non-organic creation be. Who are you? You don't know you can never know everything around you is probably lies. Not even the follow up of why are you this highly advanced robot just living the pretty mundane life?? What is your true purpose? What horrors were you designed to combat?

After that, what is your life? To continue as you were and ignore your robotic design or follow your original purpose? Shun everything you once held for a design you just learned about or enjoy life in faked ignorance for your own sanity? A sanity that doesn't even exist.

Or find out your a clone and just kinda be like "ok"