idk what im doing

(wow the only thing ive been able to draw iN the past couple weeKS aND ITS FREKAING BATMAN LEGO FANART)
oK …i can explain..im so sorry to this fANdOM …i m a freakin furry and had to make thiS…

aLSO I never name fanart..hardly eveR– ive never liked super heros or super villains…but the lego batman movie has completely changed my mind and i absolutely adore jokeR’s personalitY…heCKin so here’s some gay dogs for you guys…i’ll try to draw some actual human jokers and things later– but for now just…here…have this…

idk, it would be hilarious to see a fire/heat oriented beast clan that are lizards that have a DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME DRAGONKIN complex but also, i just really want a fox-like beast clan okay…

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Septiplier Paparazzi AU

So I’ve had this idea in my mind since I listened to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga after months and months of skipping it on my playlist.

 "I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me…“

So, Jack is an amateur photographer and Mark is a “not-so-famous” celebrity. Jack gets obsessed with Mark and, due to his wonderful shots, he presents himself to a magazine and gets some sort of “fame” on the platform. 
 An event shows up and various celebrities are invited, among them, Mark. Jack decides to go with the excuse to “just take pictures”, he dyes his hair green, puts on gages, wears his glasses and fixes his goddamn facial hair and shows up.

Or something like that… I don’t write fanfiction, but if someone does writes good fanfiction I’d like to see this well written. Believe me, I’ve tried, but I suck :P

 As you may know, my grammar is horrific. 

Check Please! AU idea: Hearts

Everyone remembers the first time they lose their heart, be it to somewhere, something, or someone.

The first time Jack lost his heart, he was six. It had been a weird feeling, but it was just as his mom had described it to him.

“It’s like having something fall out of your pocket while you’re walking,” she had said, arms holding him on her lap. “You can keep moving forward without it, but you’ll eventually notice that you’ve left something behind.” She did say more, but he had gotten distracted by the bracelet she wore around her wrist and her words simply floated through the background.  

He remembers ignoring the stares of the other boys in the changeroom as he laced his skates back up and walked back towards the rink.

He remembers the feeling of stepping back on to the ice and finding his heart at centre ice. Small, warm, and glowing slightly red, it had pulsed gently as he picked it up.

His dad had laughed when picking him up from practice after. “I’ve lost my heart to the game more than enough times, Jack. You’ll get used to it.”

He does get used to it, but he doesn’t know what to make of the small beating heart feeling colder and colder in his hand every time he picks it up after that.

Part 1: Jack | Part 2: +Parse | Part 3: Samwell | Part 4: Bittle