#LIKE WHOLESOME MUCH?????

[cryptocism]

It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

[o0kawaii0o]

no mercy 😭

[vaxxman]

"Do you miss the time when you used to do no harm?"

Old habits.

Merc behaviour is based on a nice little comment @up-in-flames-writing left on one of my comics :)

Rambling and more silly drawings below.

Loosely based on the Solemn Vow's public blurb:

Art lovers will cherish the bust of Hippocrates, commemorating a time when the Medic still thought doing no harm was a good idea.

I am absolutely convinced that Medic carries dextrose drops with him. German pharmacies throw these after you when you buy anything at all. I went to check if this one specific brand I know of had been around since the 60s and 70s and yes, it was.

Small acts of kindness I can see Medic doing is giving everyone one of these if they are tired. I'm talking about Engineer mostly.

Or they snack on them when solving practical problems together, like during the teleporter bread tumor incident.

[the-strawberryfarmer]

and I love them for it

[yuseirra]

the MC is so proud of his dog

best game

[gentlenotes-moved]

hey, you guys. life gets so much more fun when you let yourself enjoy the small pleasures of life, love your friends loudly and wholeheartedly, and let yourself be loved.

[donelywell]

If Sonic ever got stuck in Werefox form, what would happen?

I know this is technically not what you asked for- but I'm gonna use this as an excuse to draw Tails' first reaction to witnessing the start of a Super Full Moon transformation cycle.

It's odd that there isn't a lot of stories where Sonic teaches Tails something. I know Tails is a genius, but he's like 3 here.

But yeah! Sonic does sometimes technically get 'stuck' in his Hedgefox form.

Part 2

[here-comes-the-moose]

Crosshair: Ever since Echo joined our squad, my brothers have accused me of being too…intense about the reg. They’re over-exaggerating; I like and respect him a normal amount.

Hunter: The other day you threatened to blow up the ship if we didn’t cheer and clap hard enough for Echo.

[ratrrriot]

Hand-me-downs 💙🌻

[vingler-mirror]

Farewell Rayashki text post meme because I'm not immune to the Russian yuri and their adopted son

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[thelostmoongazer]

still hard to believe that with every fandom i infiltrate, without fail, there's always at least ONE person who's like

[it-wasntaphase]

“that’s so us”

“phil called his mum who’s a nurse”

“dan facetimed me with an hour long presentation on what we needed to do in elden ring”

dan calling phil anytime he’s in a taxi just to chat???

phil asking dan to facetime as soon as he wakes up???

dan asking phil how he should get his nails done???

THEIR MADE UP LANGUAGE??? THE INSIDE JOKES???

ACTUALLY SHUT THE HELL UP IM TIRED

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Bruce Wayne: I’ll pay you to stop killing people.

Jason Todd: Mm… nah.

Bruce Wayne: You’d actually pass up five thousand dollars… every month, to kill people for this fruitless journey?

Jason Todd blinks looking up from his gun.

Jason: Five thousand dollars... A month?!

Bruce: I can increase it.

Jason: You can increase it?

Dick Grayson falls from the side of the door where he and Tim were eavesdropping.

Dick: I wasn’t even paid that much until I left home.

Tim Drake, peeking from his corner: You're getting paid?

Tim: Yeah… great… cotton candy sweet… no but seriously, I want to get paid!

Dick: You can't be paid, Tim. I found out you were embezzling money from his company.

Tim: I needed a skateboard it happened the one time.

Bruce: No it fucking didn't

Dick: Ignoring Tim, I think I get why you're giving him so much money... you actually care about him again that's so sweet. I’m pissed, but so sweet.

Bruce: How did this get introduced into the conversation?

Jason, realizing this as well: Hmm… admit it. You care about me.

Bruce Wayne: I’m not… that is not…Justice matters here. I am simply teaching you that the true justice is not killing people and seeing as you won’t listen to reason, I thought I could give you something better. So you don’t keep doing this and you don’t get hurt or worse.

Tim Drake, stunned: Oh my God, you do care.

Bruce: Where did I say I care about him? I want to protect this… man, he is a grown man, who I adopted when he was a child, yes. I do appreciate him being around and don’t want him to die... again. I have him back in my life and I want to keep it that way.

Dick Grayson, crossing his arms: That was a long-winded way to say that, yes he does care about you. Aww!

Jason: I’m so torn. On one hand, jeez that's a lot of money... on the other hand… guns? Tsk, tsk, okay say the words, point blank, that you care about me and I’ll stop killing people that I see deserve a bullet through the brain or pay me. Tick tock, detective.

Bruce Wayne, visibly embarrassed because his tough guy persona is falling: Five thousand and I send you weapons every month to end this conversation.

Jason: All right! I’ll do it, just sign this contract.

Jason pulls out a contract in backpack.

Bruce: You have a contract? I… You… I need a moment.

Bruce turns around, pretending to look like he thinks but is trying to hide his smile.

Bruce: Okay, sure, I’ll look over this. I’m impressed, did you type this?

Jason: Wrote it by hand. Calligraphy practice paid off.

Bruce: I’m not saying it… but thank you for showing this side of yourself.

[madbard]

Headcanon that Dust absolutely resents how much he resembles Classic. There are elements of this back in Dusttale, with how Dust prefers to hide his face and identity while building his LV, but this is more out of practicality (and even shame) than anything else. He doesn’t want his victims to recognize him because it’ll make it harder for him to sneak up on people, and a part of him really doesn’t want them to know that he was the one who killed him. The longer this goes on, the more his disguise transforms from a way of hiding his shame to a way of distancing himself from who he used to be. Sans would never kill all those people, but he isn’t Sans anymore. He’s not really a person anymore, he is the act of murder itself. He is Dust.

I think this would get way worse when Dust leaves his AU and enters the multiverse though, because right off the bat he encounters murderers, just like him… who don’t look innocent. Horror, Killer and even Cross are set completely apart from who they used to be. They are scarred and twisted and nightmarish. Looking at them doesn’t trigger memories of a happier, innocent past. They have renamed themselves, taken on a new identity - but for them, this change was physical as well. No one will ever mistake them for Sans.

So Dust wears his hood. He hides his face. He keeps his magic burning constantly, because if he stops his eyes will darken and there will be nothing setting him apart from the monster who died, years ago, the first time a knife ripped through his chest. The others realize it, too… Horror probably wouldn’t care either way. Cross would understand the desire to distance oneself from an old identity, but would ultimately be in a similar boat as Horror. Killer would bring this up to taunt Dust once he realized it bothered him - and would quickly get bored with it. Ultimately, the others would just accept Dust’s refusal to show his face, his hatred of his own voice and reflection, as part of who he is.

I like to imagine that one day, the gang get into a serious combat. It’s vicious and close; both sides are bloody and exhausted by the time it’s over. If one side wins, it’s by a hair, and not much of a victory. In the dazed silence following the battle, Nightmare slowly assesses each of his acolytes, ensuring that they are still alive and intact. When he reaches Dust, he pauses. The assassin is bloodied, slumped over. His HP is steady but low; he’s taken a lot of hits - more than most monsters would have been able to survive. His hand vanishes beneath his hood, carefully inspecting his face. That night, back at the castle, Dust steps in front of a mirror. He takes a deep breath and, for the first time in years, removes his hood to look his reflection in the eye. The combat left deep wounds across his face, injuries that would never heal completely, that would leave him permanently scarred.

Dust looks at his battered reflection and smiles.

[brotheriadmirepeople]

[bibi-likes-to-draw]

I love them <3

Reblogs greatly appreciated!