#filthy-rat

[elbdot]

your characterization of guzma > the canon characterization of guzma

JHJDHJFDHFDGJHJFGSDHJF AWWWWW OH SHUSH OH YOU   (　•́ ///w///•̀   )

[kaidanalenkogf]

your name is madge? MY NAME IS MADGE!!! we should be FRIENDS

HELLO FELLOW MADGE 💕

[normal-horoscopes]

what do you do with all the stuff people use to pay for your fortunes? is there just a big bunker in the desert full of knick knacks?

THAT WILL REMAIN A SECERT

[backfliips]

yes hello your art is really goddamn good and you're doing lucifer's work okay byeeeeee

thank you, I appreciate it!!!!!

[ratballet]

paintless papa iii = off-brand john travolta

i hate that you’re right

[celestial-space-bee]

oh oh D1 dewdrop 👀👀👀

Again this took way longer than intended bc I still have no idea how to draw the ghouls in a consistent style 😅 (still not happy w/ it so I might try again later who knows lol) but hopefully you enjoy friend!! ✨

[cheekywithcullen]

EXCUSE ME

i saw someone snuggling a rat and immediately thought oh hey madge probably dreams of this

[galpalaven]

🌹

In the unbearably long and grueling years he’d spent on this shithole of a station, Garak had come to learn nearly every nook and cranny of Deep Space Nine. 

He knew the spots where the security cameras couldn’t quite reach. He knew every path it took to get from Point A to Point B from any given place on the station without getting noticed by more than a few people. He knew the routines of the engineering staff, the cleaning crew, the station regulars that wandered the halls during their downtime. There was not a single place on the station that he couldn’t get himself into in an emergency - not even Ops itself was safe from the depth of his knowledge of the systems keeping it running. He could bring the whole station to its knees if he wanted, and no one would be able to stop him.

It’s nauseating.

Lying in his uncomfortable little bed, staring helplessly up at the dark ceiling and listening to the hum of the machinery all around him, there’s a heavy weight on his chest that has his heart thumping obnoxiously in his eardrums. There’s something bubbling up in his throat, and he can’t tell whether it feels like acid or like someone is crushing his windpipe.

if you send me a 🌹 i’ll post a passage from a WIP