People seemed to really like last year's critters, so I'm back to celebrate Ace Week again with some more simple little artworks of silly little creatures. ✨Keep being amazing, fellow aces.✨
apparently i just can’t write soft, fluffy romantic scenes. sat down in front of my computer today, fully intending to finish a cute little fic. instead, all i got was my brain running around in circles screaming the entire time
Deeply cannot relate to people reveling in the idea of the rat grinders getting their comeuppance. So far their worst crime is.....being passive aggressive?? Teenagers???? Well I never!!!
"Jesus fucking Christ, it's cold." Mark wedges his hands under his arms. "We couldn't have killed Batman in the summer?"
"No."
The Knight does not elaborate. Mark wonders if it's Scarecrow's fault. No, he decides. No, the Knight gets half the blame. More than half. Most. Mark was not prepared for this bullshit.
"ACE locked down?"
"Yessir." Antoine's voice is crackly over the comms. "Scarecrow's all set up and...kinda happy. I guess."
Great. Mark is not happy they're working with that sicko, but if it'll keep him from attacking them, well, small price to pay.
"Good. I'll be there shortly. Tell Dylan I want to see him when I get there; something's come up."
"Yessir. Over and out."
Mark shivers again. At least it's warmer inside, but out here...hideous. This has to be illegal.
"Hopefully we won't need you too much," the boss says suddenly. Mark thinks back to all the videos he's seen, hell, to what he's seen the Knight be capable of, and doubts it.
"Hopefully," he says shortly. "I'm goin' in. This ain't right."
The Knight laughs.
"Be glad we're not here on Christmas. Then you get snow."
How cuddly is pike? My first dog didn’t mind being picked up sometimes but preferred to be on the couch versus being hugged and another puppy terrier we fostered
So I’ve been sleeping with one of those oversized Sherpa hoodie things bc they’re hella comfy and I tend to kick off the blanket when I sleep and get cold.
Well the nakeds have taken it upon themselves to burrow inside said hoodie every night and invade my personal space.
Last night EVERYONE decided to get on the bed and EVERYONE HAD TO BE TOUCHING ME. Mind you I have 7 cats (bibble isn’t even mine ffs why was she all over me), a chichi, a 200 lbs beast of a dog, plus a girlfriend.
I HAVE A KING SIZE BED AND THEY WERE ALL TOCUHING ME. ALL. OF. THEM.
Here’s a drawing for reference of my misery.
Don’t get me wrong I love them all and I would rave about them any chance given but OH MY GOD HAVE YOU HEARD OF PERSONAL SPACE.