#<- also implied

[divorce-enjoyer]

can we talk about this.

[thatstoomanysausages]

Grian: Mumbo, I know we’re getting very distracted, and you’re very cute. The way you sound, you’re very cute. And you’re so tiny- you’re so tiny. Yeah, very cute with your little noises but let���s go and scheme.

…Grian? Did your trait of denying being implicitly gay for a partner in a life series (3rd Life, Last Life, Double Life- actually all of them) go out the fucking window? Because this was adorable as anything. Outright saying he’s cute? Crazy.

[artist-heart83]

The secret Mario Bros boyfriends™️

I have this idea running through my mind since months

Just a funny concept~! Since Mario and Luigi have secret relationships and I find it funny that one time Chris and Luigi were in the house and Mario was coming, so Luigi told Chris to hide and at the same time Mario told Puzzles to enter through the window as he distract Luigi, and then the scenario of the drawing happened.

[crowleycorvid]

She's so me

[another-delta-lover]

Call me medic bc. B. Bc. Augh

[the-asterism-artist]

"Psychosis...? People like me don't get that. We don't get that shit."

[taruruchi]

IDK GUYS I was like. Crashing out so bad I was possessed for a min

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Kijo: Dollface, can you please take me back?

Takaaki: (Married, has three kids, happy.)

Takaaki: Uh...well...about that.

[luetta]

[zipsunz]

never to meet, forever apart

[kicks0u]

uh oh! i turned your slime girl into a robot!

[queeraang]

fascinating thing about sinners is how absolutely doomed the narrative is.

like okay if sammie hadn't gone to the juke joint, remmick probably wouldn't have shown up. but then the klan would have. okay smoke took those assholes out solo, if it was him and stack maybe they could have handled it. well the juke joint would have shut down in a month because no one had any real fucking money because of the sharecropping scrip. not to mention two seperate mobs are on their way to fuck the twins up (what do you MEAN you robbed al capone??). okay maybe they covered their tracks, well they're still in the fucking jim crow south and stack and mary have a cool 35 years until loving v virginia so best case scenario is he's broke and watching the love of his life from afar until he's 70. plus annie implied the twins were on borrowed time anyway since she'd been quietly protecting them the whole time they were gone.

idk it both adds to the horror that there was no way out and just solidifies sammie saying it was the best day of his life, like that one little perfect moment was all they were going to get anyway

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Urgent Call

"I need your phone."

Tim looks up from his laptop. The boy in front of him looks like he's been dragged to Hell a week ago and just made it back: smudges of soot on his face, his not-so-white t-shirt smelling of smoke, and a nasty looking burn on his hand that he somehow doesn't even pay attention to. Tim thinks back to his mental list of 'Rogues currently on the loose', but it's only Ivy and Harley (who don't even count anymore), and Penguin, who is not known for setting things on fire.

"I can call 911 for you, if you want?" He offers, because this is still Gotham. Despite the fact that a slightly scorched guy casually walking into a coffee shop is not something out of the ordinary here, he's not giving his phone to strangers.

The guy grimaces and starts aggressively rummaging through his pockets.

"No, thanks, ACAB and all that, and they won't do shit here anyway," he says, and then pulls a handful of tangled golden jewelry — rings, chains, necklaces with various gems in them — from his pocket and places it on the table in front of Tim. "I need your phone," he repeats.

Tim stares. First, at the gold — these things look antique, and his parents were archeologists, he knows what he's talking about — then, back at the guy. He looks... ordinary, sans the dirt and smell.

But the burn on his hand looks significantly more healed than it did just a minute ago.

Thankfully, Tim has already had his cup of morning coffee. Which means he is thinking very rationally when he does get his phone out of his pocket and hands it to the guy, just to see what he does next.

"Thanks," the guy grins at him, plucking the phone out of Tim's hand and unlocking it. Tim's eyebrows shoot up — there's a password there! — but the stranger is already dialing in a number and pressing the phone to his ear.

It takes less than a second before someone evidently picks up, and the guy starts talking.

"I have less than three minutes before the phone dies, so listen very carefully. Etrigan is fine, Jason is not, Klarion is still being a bitch. Dora won't help anymore, so you're on your own until Sam makes it there with the staff. I'm in Gotham because, apparently, mazes and I don't mix well together, so if you could summon me back, that'd be cool," he says, a look of mild annoyance on his face.

Tim is back to staring at him. He recognizes some of the names, and, well, one could have been an oddity, two a coincidence, but three is a pattern.

"The fuck you mean you can't, I gave you the incantation two months ago!" The guy raises his voice, his foot tapping on the floor in frustration. "Do you think I just go around giving my summons to people for shits and giggles? Like, yeah, have a spell that unleashes a cosmic being of immeasurable power, use it as a bookmark!"

This interaction, despite Tim only hearing one side of it, gets more and more alarming with every word.

But then, the boy suddenly straightens up and stills, his eyes flashing bright, unpleasantly familiar green.

"You what?" He asks, his voice slipping from just angry to quietly enraged hiss, "Sold it to whom?!" But, before he gets an answer, Tim's phone makes a thin, tiny buzzing sound, and the guy takes it off his ear, looking at the screen.

"No, no-no-no," he mutters, shaking it like that would make it work. To no avail, though: the phone screen flashes a few times and goes black. The guy curses. At least Tim thinks it's a curse because he doesn't understand a word, but the stranger's face and intonation are telling.

"Useless fucking moron of a human, I swear I'm going to drown you in cow shit once this is over," he switches to English, dropping the phone on the table right by the small pile of gold, "I'll bargain your pathetic soul from everyone you've ever dealt with and give it to the Observants, and maybe, after a few millenia of endless Council paperwork, I'll have mercy and sell it back to Lucifer and watch him fry you on a skillet."

...Whoever the boy is, Tim absolutely refuses to ever piss him off, okay. That's an impressive threat to even make, not to mention being able to go through with it.

"Do you need help?" He asks cautiously. If he is getting his context clues right, this is something that involves JLD, and maybe John Constantine specifically since Tim doesn't know any other man who is a magic user, sold his soul numerous times, would care about Etrigan's wellbeing, and could invoke this kind of murderous intent.

The boy looks back at him, his eyes back to normal blue.

"Huh? Oh, no, I doubt this can be helped," he waves Tim off and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Sorry about the phone, but, unless you have a way to yeet me across the globe so I end up in London in the next twenty minutes..." he shrugs, smiling in that helpless 'nothing you can do here' way.

Tim picks up his phone. It's dead, wholly and completely, won't even turn on when he tries.

He really, really shouldn't do that. This is definitely none of his business, and very much out of his capabilities and area of expertise.

But he thinks about the zeta-tube in the Cave.

"Actually," he says, and the guy's eyes snap back to him, a bewildered sort of surprise on his face.

[ayanathedork]

I Think I Know You (3 page comic)

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Taka sneaks inside the house after a night out with Mondo and Taichi sleepily greets him as he turns on the light. He doesn't seem very pleased, but not as pissed off as his father would. Taichi would ask him where he was and Kiyotaka decides to just come clean. He trusts Taichi more than his father. Even if Taichi is his step-father, he isn't so hard on him and Chihiro.

Kiyotaka tells him he was at Mondo's, they didn't do anything, but he was just over their house. Taichi sighs, saying he doesn't mind, but Kiyotaka shouldn't be coming home at 3 in the morning with how Takaaki worries over him. Especially when it comes to Mondo. But he promises Kiyotaka to cover for him, just as long as he doesn't keep them both from worrying. At least not tell Takaaki, but to come to him (Taichi.) He can at least calm Takaaki down.

Kiyotaka thanks him, giving him a hug and goes to bed. He's glad his father wasn't up because he would've been murdered on the spot.

[sausqusyy]

Saw this on my fyp and knew I had to redraw this with Olrox