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[skeletoninthemelonland]

i remember seeing somewhere your art of nightmarish looking springtrap with no teeth no eyes, i tried to find it on your page but couldn't, you were the one who drew right? because the concept is just so good

I believe it's this one hhjgbsdjs

He originated from one of the very few dreams I had about Springtrap. This one wouldn't stop screaming......

#starbsart #fnaf #springtrap #inbox

[infamous-if]

this typo from the G short really got me hajsksksk

‘"I'll pack you some more coke for the trip," he says, not looking at you as he searches for a box in one of his endless cabinets.’

like damn okay ig that’s what you get when you date a rockstar

im crying

#inbox #g reign #ill fix that LMAO

[sanguineterrain]

hi sanne!!! my mind has been rotting with assistant!reader x dick, and i literally can’t get it out 😭. i'm in love with your writing and reblog everything! thank you so much, have a great day!!

cute idea! I gave it a little twist ;) hope u enjoy!

dick grayson x gn!assistant!reader. flirting, secret identities, sparring.

****

Bruce Wayne is evasive on a good day and downright invisible on a bad one.

So when you see him down the hallway from his office, attempting to escape without being caught, you nearly trip on your feet trying to catch him.

"Mr. Wayne!"

His shoulders rise with tension. You pity the guy, you really do. Being a gazillionaire is tough.

"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne, Sharon has been hounding me about the charity dinner. Please, if you could just go to this one dinner... you haven't been to an event all month."

And you're getting the brunt of it from all of WE's clients.

Bruce turns, his smile looking more like a grimace. "Hn. Hello. A dinner? I was sure I had a shareholder meeting that day—"

"All month? B, what happened to the two event minimum? That's your rule."

The new voice comes from behind you. Dick Grayson walks down the hallway, wearing jeans that probably cost as much as your monthly rent.

"Mr. Grayson," you say, nodding primly. "How are you?"

You shift the files in your hands as they start to slip. Dick is quick to catch them, balancing the stack.

"We've been through this," he says with a smile. "You know you can call me Dick."

Yes, you've been through this. Every time Dick shows up to Wayne Enterprises, he tells you to call him by his first name. And every time after that, you call him Mr. Grayson.

"Right..." you say, taking back the files. You turn to Bruce. "Mr. Wayne, if you would just consider the dinner..."

Dick gives Bruce a severe look. "B, this is ridiculous. You're such a stickler for rules and yet—"

"Oh, look at the time." Bruce scoots past you and Dick. "I've got that meeting with Lucius. Where does the day go? Please tell Sharon I'll get back to her."

You can't understand how a guy whose biggest exertion is made by playing tennis at the country club can slip through your fingers so fast. He's around the corner before you can blink. You sigh.

"Don't worry," Dick says. "I'll get him to go. And I'll get one of my siblings to tag along to make sure he doesn't duck out early."

You smile briefly. "I'd appreciate that, Mr. Grayson."

"Dick. So!" He trails behind you as you make your way back to your office. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Working."

"O-kay..." Dick jogs ahead to hold the door open for you. You push through, trying not to frown. "What about tomorrow night?"

You toss your scarf on the hook. It ends up on the floor. You ignore it.

"Still working."

"How 'bout I ask B to give you the day off then?"

Now it's your turn to give a severe look. "If you're implying that I'd be obligated to go out with you in return for a day off, you've completely misjudged my character, Mr. Grayson."

"Whoa, okay." He holds up his hands. "You're right, that didn't come out right. How about I get him to give you a day off, no strings attached?"

You dump your files and sit at your desk. "That's at your discretion."

"Hey." Dick leans on your desk, puppy eyes at full power. "Maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Did I do something that put you off? I'd like you to tell me if I have. I hope the fact that I'm Bruce's son isn't stopping you from being honest."

You put down your pen and look at him. "Look. You seem like a nice guy, and you're handsome with a rich dad to boot. But I'm just not available, okay? You're looking for someone to go to Tahiti with. I respect that. But I'm not that person. I'm just not interested in that."

"You think I'm handsome?"

You sigh and open your laptop.

"Right! Sorry. Not the point." Dick sinks into a crouch next to you. He pulls the oddest poses sometimes, like he's made of rubber bands. "Okay. You're not looking for a trip to Tahiti. Got it. I don't take many vacations anyway. So how about having a friend?"

"And why would you want to be my friend? I'm just some assistant."

"Well, I..." Dick scratches his neck. "I like you. Is that so hard to believe?"

Very. But okay. You can throw him a bone.

"I guess not," you say.

Dick frowns. "You don't believe me."

How does he do that?

"Can I please get back to work?" you ask, only a little worried about being rude. "I'm sorry, I'm just very busy."

His face falls briefly before he stands and nods.

"Of course. No problem. I'll see you around? And I'll get B to go to that dinner."

"Thank you."

You don't notice his lingering looks, or the fact that he picks up your scarf and places it on the hook on his way out.

****

3...17...64.

The safe clicks. You smirk. Easy peasy. The hotshots always use their own birthdays for combinations. Predictable. You bet Bruce Wayne does the same.

It's a blessing that you were able to duck out early today. Bruce gave you the rest of the afternoon off. You suspect that was due to some outside meddling.

You take out the files from D.A. Colson's safe. You always say that if crooked district attorneys don't want their documents stolen, they shouldn't put them where anybody can find them.

...Maybe you were too harsh with Dick. He's sweet, no doubt. It was nice of him to get you off early. But you kind of feel like he'd take issue with the fact that you spend your weeknights breaking and entering.

"You know, cracking safes is already Catwoman's shtick," a voice says behind you. "You might wanna find a new gimmick."

A thrill shoots through you. You toss your head as you turn, leaning against the open safe.

"Catwoman steals diamonds." You hold up the documents. "I just steal files."

"Files from the district attorney," Nightwing says, crossing his arms.

"The dirty district attorney," you correct.

"I'm supposed to let you off on a technicality?" He sounds amused.

Your shrug one shoulder, a little coy. "You could. I hear you're the nice one."

He laughs. Nightwing has a pretty smile. It's the first thing you'd noticed about him.

"Oh, yeah? Anything else you've heard?"

"Plenty. But I'm in a bit of a hurry tonight, Wing. As much as I enjoy our little chats..."

You dart to the window. Nightwing easily blocks your exit.

You're not quite sure what overtakes you when you run into Nightwing. Ignoring the fact that he manages to be the one to chase you almost every time (and what a chase it is), there's a tension between you. Or maybe it's just one-sided on your part. It certainly doesn't help that he's got a nice smile and bouncy hair.

"You know I can't let you go," he says, hands on his hips. "Put it down."

And he's extremely good at what he does.

"Make me," you say.

He never uses his escrima sticks, which you know is a courtesy to you. But that doesn't mean you can't hold your own.

"Alright," Nightwing says, smirking slightly.

He takes three steps, blocks your immediate kick, and takes the documents.

Something swoops in your belly. You kind of get why Catwoman exclusively fights Batman. Once you go bat, you never go back.

"Got them," he says cheerily. "Now what?"

You throw a glass bird tchotchke at him from Colson's desk. He catches it with his free hand, but it's enough of a distraction for you to slide into his legs. Nightwing stumbles less than you would like, but you push him down against the desk.

He grunts as he hits the wood, then rolls you over in the next breath, hands catching your wrists.

"Stealing... makes you no better... than Colson," he says, hair falling over his mask. All of him is pretty, really. It's too bad he's so firmly on the blind side of justice.

"If these documents are released, Colson will win his case and bury his own crimes in the process. Is that what you want? Another crook in court?" you ask.

Nightwing frowns. "You know that's not fair. We can't toss a case for the sake of putting Colson behind bars. And if we pick and choose whose lives to play with, what gives us the right to carry out justice?"

"I dunno, Wing," you say, a little breathless. Nightwing's hips are politely shifted off of yours, chest to yours. "Seeing you go rogue would be kind of exciting."

You can tell he's glaring at you. "Not in your dreams."

"Been in my dreams, have you?"

You gain enough leverage to push Nightwing off of you. He's back on you immediately, trapping you against the wall.

"How is doing something like this not crooked?" he asks.

You scoff. "It's for charity. I'm donating residents to the county jail."

You twist in Nightwing's hold and land a kick. In the three seconds he's distracted, you grab the documents. No sooner do you do that does Nightwing tackle you. The documents slip out of your hand.

"I can do this all night," he says, knee wedged between your legs. "Might as well yield."

"Yield? You're not even playing at your full strength, hotshot."

He smiles. "No, I'm playing nice."

You roll your eyes. "Well, play fair."

And then you jump out of the window.

Your tuck and roll isn't the worst but it's not the best. Especially when Nightwing neatly lands a few feet away without a wince.

"Showoff," you say.

"Give me the documents," he says. "I want to put Colson away, too. But this isn't how to do it. He's still a civilian, and his client's life matters."

You get up and wobble on a loose brick on the edge. Stupid historical buildings.

You're desperate. If he keeps this up, you're bound to land yourself a night in the police station and lose the documents.

So you dust yourself off. And you stop. Right at the edge of the roof.

"Okay," you say.

Nightwing takes a careful step forward. "Okay?"

You toss the documents to him. He catches them in surprise.

"You're surrendering?" he asks.

You shrug. "Like you said: you can do this all night. And I guess there are better ways to catch Colson. More permanent ways."

He tilts his head. "You're not gonna kill him, are you?"

"No! Jesus, man. Ye of little faith."

"I'm just trying to understand why you surrendered."

You sigh. "Because you always win anyway. You're a better fighter than me. And I'm cornered. I just feel like cutting my losses early. You're a lot more convincing than Batman."

"Is that so?"

"Oh, yeah. I much prefer you chasing me."

"Uh-huh." He nods towards the building. "Come on, then."

"Okay, sure."

You take a step. And you fall.

The brick is loose under your foot. It doesn't take much for you to keep going.

Panic surges through you, but that only solidifies your acting.

"Wing!" you cry, toppling over the edge.

"Shit!"

Nightwing lunges and grabs you by your waist, then uses momentum to haul you both to safety. His cheek against yours for a moment, body pressed to yours. It really is a damn shame he's such a Boy Scout.

You knock him in the stomach and snatch the documents, then separate from his grip. You watch his face contort in realization as you land and bolt.

"That wasn't playing nice or fair!" he yells, landing on the opposite side.

You're already gone, laughter echoing.

#dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson x you #Nightwing x reader #Nightwing x you #Nightwing fanfiction #nightwing x y/n #dick Grayson fanfiction #dick Grayson imagine #dc fanfiction #batman fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[kcggggg]

i have really enjoyed your comics for several years of my life. thanks for making them :}

i wish i had that same enjoyment you have of my own work. but alas, that seems like a losing battle for me.

but thank you for sharing your feelings with me. i appreciate you doing so and my therapist says I should try to be kinder about that, so thank you.

here's another old picture i've had saved to my computer for years

#inbox

[fatliberation]

Do you know where I can find studies for fat bias in healthcare or disproving fatphobic stereotypes in any way? i’m looking to make a binder for my workplace at a hospital to show providers in a way to advocate for my fat patients

I recently compiled 29 sources on this - you’ll find more in my tag #resources.

NO WEIGH! For Professionals is a great primer on anti fat bias specifically for healthcare professionals.

#inbox #fat liberation #medical fatphobia #resources

[mattastr0phic]

I fucking LOVE how you draw hair, I just wanna shove my hands in y'all's hair and violently ruffle it jesus-

Thank you! Crimes against Clef have been committed.

#inbox #dr myriad #scp 963 #dr alto clef #dr clef #myricle #clyr #chainshotgun #scp #scp foundation

[d0ciled0lly]

Love the pics but you gotta slide a finger in at least to show us how wet you are

#inbox #1cky princess #1cky thoughts #1cky daddy #1cky daughter #1cky br0ther #send 1cky asks #cnc fr33use #fr33use #free use slvt #dumb wh0re #attention wh0r3 #cvmaddict #cvmdoll #cvm wh0re #breeding toy #breeding pet

[artfight]

I had a dream that for this year’s event, the teams hosted were Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell. Is this a sign /j

Perhaps we are in purgatory now waiting for Art Fight, until we get to the hell of the site going down, for the heaven of trading art to rise up from the ashes... or something like that.

#Art Fight #Artfight #Artfight2024 #Inbox

[linked-maze]

hi! in honor of 4/20, i was curious (only if you’re comfortable talking about it) if any of the older links maybe partake in the “hyrule herb”

maybe some of them do! who knows XD also sorry for not answering on the day you asked this! I had no idea what you were talking about at first-

#tw drugs #inbox

[sonicexelle-junkary]

If any of your EXEs were to meet a “classical” EXE (Lord X, Exeller, Sonic.OMT/OLR, ect.) what would happen? Who would survive (if anyone)?

The universe explodes. The end.

#inbox #ask #sonic.exe #/LH #(honestly my reaction to anyone who asks this stuff) #(I know y’all curious but I don’t fucking know or really care bout these guys) #(plus all the logistics n shit going on) #(powerscaling for other universes is dumb) #:P

[skeletoninthemelonland]

You should start saying "welcome to the underground" everytime someone follows you lmao

well.

#inbox

[brian-in-finance]

Received 10:08 p.m. BST Saturday

Thanks for the message, Anon. 😃

We’ve seen photos of Caitríona with her nephews and nieces and her friends’ children, as well as photos and video of her with Outlander’s child actors. She looks like she genuinely enjoys the company of children, and I imagine her wee lad benefits from her nature.

Received 7:29 p.m. BST Sunday

Thanks for your message, Anon. You’re a cheeky one. 😂

Gif: World Buzz Hub

Remember the premature celebration? 😉

Received 8:24 p.m. BST Saturday

Thanks for the message, Anon. 😃

No, she was not alone. And anyone who read my blog Sunday evening would have seen a screenshot of her husband had Mr All Thumbs better control of his phone while watching the IFTA red carpet activities on TikTok. When I attempted to take a shot of his walking into the Royal Convention Centre shortly before 6 p.m., my fingers failed me, and instead of getting a screenshot, I closed my phone screen. #HowEmbarrassing

Here’s part of a DM conversation (BIF is white-type-on-black; BIF’s pal is black-type-on-blue.):

(I had been cursing at the inane-to-me questions and comments from the TikTok hosts. 🙈)

So, some of us knew Tony was there. Aside from having nothing visual to share…

… we Orcs were far too busy making plans to meet at LandCon7 to be posting sans proof. 🎪 Like everyone else, we waited for kind souls in Ireland with access to RTÉ’s streaming the IFTAs Monday evening to provide visuals… or…

Instagram

Remember… don’t talk too much or too soon. — Bear Bryant

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Inbox #Anonymous #x3 #IFTA Awards #Received 20 & 21 April/Responded 22 April 2024 #Thanks bcacstuff #Thanks thetruthwilloutsworld

[infamous-if]

Will Seven suffer even more on ch3?

Seven's life is a constant merry-go-round of suffering. The horses riding the wave of torment up and down until someone comes by and fixes the stop button and finally helps them off.

aka yes lololol but a few ROs do in some ways, some smaller than others

#inbox #seven lawless

[humanpurposes]

Hi. Did adragonprinceswhore deactivate? I can’t find them. Thanx 🤍

Hey, yeah she did :( She's still on AO3 if you want to read her fics!

#inbox

[kcggggg]

Hi KC, this is the only place I can think of to contact you. On the FOA website's archive, comic number 61 (No Smoking) is switched around with number 62 (New Reader). Thought you would wanna know. Thanks for the years of awesome webcomics!

thank you! I might fix it soon or might fix it later! in any case, here's a cel from inspector gadget I wish I had bought when I saw it on etsy.

#inbox

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

My father has been pushing me around about my eating habits and how little I eat.

However, counterpoint: I do not feel hunger cues. Or at least I feel them very rarely.

As a kid this was fairly easy to monitor. Because we had routine meals and even if my texture/sensory issues were acting up and I was punished for it, sometimes we did midnight snacks! Which was fantastic until that was forbidden.

We stopped having routine meals around the time I turned twelve and we moved to a new place.

Now I have no idea how to schedule meals + everything else I have to do On Time, or else.

Help?

Hi there,

It sounds like you have some interoception issues. This means you are having trouble understanding what you feel inside your body. Like hunger or feeling thirst.

Edited this to include an article about this in case people are wondering what it is:

Have you tried eating some snacks throughout the day? It might help. You can eat small meals during the morning, afternoon, and evening. I don’t think it matters what time you eat. As long as you’re eating meals.

Maybe my followers can provide some advice and tips too.

I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is open