#everything ecstatic

[earthconsciousness]

[starry-bi-sky]

bruce and danny being fuckign nerds together,,,, they are being the BIGGEST nerds. geeks. if you will

these losers are color-coding the most inane bullshit. they are making diagrams for things you've never even thought of. they are having the time of their lives

"what are you two doing?"

Danny, sitting criss-cross on a table, hunched over a spread of papers and a bunch of different jello cups, his back is gonna hurt SO much: color-coding jello

Bruce, sitting in a nearby chair, also criss-cross, scribbling on a graph paper: hm [agreeing]

Alfred, already exasperated and SO fond: may i ask why? and on what parameters?

Danny: we're basing it off which flavors are the most mentally stimulating and for which subjects :}

Alfred, SO fond: ah. i see.

Danny, snapping his head over to Bruce and leaning over: wh- no-- no. Buzz, I told you: lemon-flavored jello stays strictly in the 'smelling salts' category--

Bruce, still writing on the graph paper: mn. no.

Danny, nearly sprawled across his back, faux-outraged: strawberry is NOT good for math-- you fucken HEATHEN--! Give me that pen!

Bruce, did that solely to rile up Danny, now trying not to smile: hnm.

[ruubesz-draws]

He buys and collects all the Mothra merch

He's so proud of himself!

[kitabearuwu]

You can’t tell me Ben fully 180ed his entire personality by season 2. I’m convinced that boy ALWAYS liked what he likes now, he just had too much anxiety to express it.

Season 1 Ben also being a pyromaniac is real, wake up sheeple!!! I’ll have to make art of that concept soon as well

[crabsnpersimmons]

*sits outside Have you Eaten? Restaurant*

AWWWE Sol and Lum are SO CUUUUUTE i love their DCA inspired costumes and how their ears match up to form a star!!

SO cute! chefs Moon and Sun are prepared!

Moon: Sun! sausages aren't spooky!

Sun: You seemed pretty disturbed the first time you saw them being made.

Moon: no no no!! don't remind me! it's embarrassing!

[smal5504]

bleeesuashuhfg im still not over it can you tell

yapping down beloe :>

as a wise kikuo once said "search!!! search!!! where are you enemies!!! search!!! search!!!" (in reference to la la la rasen no naka RHSFJSKGDHCFJ)

la la laaaaa so first of all many elements of this are based off of my cool cool bfdia pin imaginings animated series the link takes you to the tumblr upload of part 6 to the series!!! because it best pertains to this episode and drawing YAY YAY YAY i dont know what else to yap im jus really really REALLY proud of this ♡♡♡ /vvvvvpos /silly red pushpin attempts to counter debiliating anxiety and self hatred by putting on a whole show affirming that shes utterly unlovable, lives to regret it

also pleek obserb my bin beefydie-yay hyperanalysis video presentation it would be quites the appreciating

okay goobeye eid mubarak

[swan-orpheus]

Bix Caleen force sensitivity confirmed!!!

Seriously though, I wondered about her in Season 1 after she had the ^%$# tortured out of her when she dreamed about Cassian, her mannerisms and her increased vulnerability, but also the strength of mind that it took to even survive that. And then in the second arc when she said "i had a feeling". Did not think that they were going to even touch on it, but...

I love this. I knew that this show would handle it well, if it did.

Regular folks in tune with the Force in subtle ways. This is everything.

[queeny-v]

Day 2! - AU

I decided to mash up my two current obsessions for the AU prompt, so behold! Butterfly Soup X Ace Attorney!

[hercarisntyours]

words can't explain how happy i am that elita is a main character now

[miniagula]

movie sonadow would be so l umity-coded…and i say this bc their dynamic is similar to the games but with a different and tender perspective: they both empathize deeply with each other now, and this shadow is not as reticent or closed off bc of that. that being said: movie!sonic would ABSOLUTELY 'YOU'RE the sweet potato!' the hell out of shadow

[kuragesoda]

"it's creepy, isnt it?" "there's no traps... right?"

screenshot redraaaw !!

[inioranackatori]

Imagine, for a moment, a world where Gento being Blazar’s host became known to his team, his wife (who has Opinions for consideration later), and his son.

Imagine, for a moment, Jun, being seven, becoming interested in getting a pet. Except they can’t do a cat or a dog; the apartment doesn’t allow them.

Imagine, for a moment, Jun, while talking to his dad an about his work with Blazar (who is still the coolest hero ever) having the realization Firdran is Blazar’s pet. Blazar is part of the Hiruma household. Therefore, Firdran is, by default, the Hiruma family pet.

Imagine, for a moment, Jun realizing they have a kaiju firebird dragon as a pet and not a single person in the household has made sure to take it for walks! Or gotten it meals! Or - or - or -!

Imagine Blazar, being Blazar, does not want Jun to be upset. Gento, being Gento, wants to give his son the world. And his brilliant son does have an excellent point: Firdran is an important member of SKaRD, even if he is a giant flaming space kaiju. Now imagine -

Gento: “This is Hiruma.” <pause> “Yes, sir, Earth Garon is deployed in the Japanese Alps.” <pause> “Eh? No, sir! Of course we’re not playing fetch with Blazar’s pet! Firdran is helping us with materials stress testing and pilot training! It only looks like we’re playing fetch!”

[m00ngbin]

Hey guess what. It's Tuesday. Tfs Tuesday. Isn't that awesome? Aren't you excited? YOU SHOULD BE

[jadewritesficshere]

18+only

Steve rubs his eyes as he pulls the car into the parking lot. He yawns as he comes to a stop. Steve blinks a few times to get rid of the remnants of sleep as the passenger door opens and Eddie collapses in. "Thanks for picking me up," Eddie rushes out in one breath.

Steve hums slightly, reversing the car out of the lot and back down the road. "Can't believe the van died on me-" "seat belt." Steve interrupted, reaching across Eddie for the seat belt.

And if his hand felt against Eddie's chest, well who's to say.

Eddie snatches the seat belt out of Steve's hand, using his other hand to swat Steve away. Steve relents with a chuckle, going back to grip the steering wheel at 9 and 2.

"These are cute." Steve feels a tug at the hem against his thigh, causing him to look down. He got woken up so suddenly, he forgot to get dressed. Clad in only his plaid boxers, a worn grey shirt, and one tube sock, Steve ventured out into the cold night.

"Shut up," Steve rolls his eyes, batting at Eddie's hand just like Eddie had done to him moments before.

And if Eddie grabs his hand and holds it, well who's to say.

They sit in companiable silence before Steve clears his throat," Oh, by the way, I got you something." Eddie let's out a delighted gasp," Oh? For me?" "It ain't much, don't sound so excited." "Thee Steve Harrington bestowing upon me a gift? It's very exciting."

"It's in the glove box." Steve stares diligently out the window as he hears Eddie click the glove compartment open. He pulls up to a stop sign and stops. He can hear Eddie inhale slowly," uh Napkins?" "What? No-" Steve clicks his tongue looking into the glove box.

He reaches over and moves some napkins out of the way, finding the small bag. "Here." He tosses it in Eddie's lap. Steve grips the wheel harder, nerves taking over as he drives away from the stop sign. Its a stupid gift he thinks.

Inside the bag are a few things Steve had happened to find that screamed Eddie in his mind. A dark feather that shimmered in the light Steve had found outside the trailer. A random D20 Steve stole borrowed from one of the kids. A guitar pick he spent hours painting Corroded Coffin on. A rock from the quarry Steve had picked up after they had went and smoked there one night. A Polaroid of the two of them high, but Steve could see the love in their eyes as they smiled at each other. The ticket stub from the first movie they went to as a date.

"It ain't mu-" "Shut up this is amazing!" Steve blushes at the praise. Eddie's hand lands on his thigh, making Steve inhale sharply. "Gonna kiss you now," Eddie murmurs into Steve's ear.

And if they pull the car over and fog up the windows, well who's to say.

[a-bit-of-cest]

tfw you spend a full 24 hours thinking your captain is dying only to find out you're getting another crew mate

[mechazushi]

@sonicasura Don't ever give me a fucking idea ever again...

"SHIIIIIIIT!" Dante screamed as he felt his foot fall through the ground and right through the borders of a familiar yellow portal.

The immediate first thing that came to mind wasn't what would be his impending doom, but "Huh? I wonder if this means I'll get to see Kafka again." Several years ago, a similar yellow portal opened up in his world and promptly dropped the best thing to ever come into his life. Created by a demon experimenting with dimensional hopping (shockingly NOT his brother, but he was involved) Dante, as well as the rest of his motley crew of demonic-and-demonically associated associates, all came together to help the kaiju out of time head back to his own world. It was truly a massive ordeal, since not only did they have to contend with the concept of multiple realities and not just dimensions, but time travel as well. Kafka had somehow been sent back to a time where he once looked human. Unfortunately, towards the end of the incident, Kafka was severely harmed and was forced to make a decision he had already made once before.

It wasn't altogether a sad period. They got to fool around (in more ways than one) and make the most out of this extraordinary visit. The two of them went into their relationship knowing it was going to be short lived, but both of them already had a deep understanding of why you should enjoy the moments as they come and not regret that fact that they ended nonetheless. Still, if Dante had a million chances to guess as to how the next decade and a half of his life would go, he certainly wouldn't of said that he would get the chance to meet an old flame again. Mainly because he was sure that any potential chance of this particular problem happening again should have been rectified beyond all doubt.

"And honestly? What are the chances? Like, infinity to one as far as quantum mechanics are concerned?" Was Dante's last thought as he saw the end of the worm hole in sight and mentally prepared himself for the inevitable crash that was soon to happen.

Landing harshly on his side, he tumbled out of the portal with a loud groan. While Kafka had the luxury of landing on a pile of trash, Dante didn't seem to get that lucky. Rolling to a stop, Dante continued to groan some more, shuffling onto his hand and knees slowly. He couldn't get much farther however, as two barrels connected to different guns were trained on him while in his prone position. Eyes quickly snapping onto the threat before him, Dante just sighed as he slowly rose to his feet with his hands raised.

"I hope we're not going to have much of a problem here officers, because I'm already starting to have one hell of a day." Dante stated before he even properly faced the two officers before him.

When they responded to his comment in fluent japanese, did he decide to take a second look as to who was holding him hostage. Taking a long look at the suits, something started to click in the back of his mind. The way the suits looked, with their form fitting shape and odd assortment of details, a drawing from a memory pulled itself up from the depths and almost smacked Dante upside the head.

"HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE DEFENSE FORCE OFFICERS!" Dante exclaimed as he quickly pointed at them. Unbothered by the clicking of safeties going off, Dante continued to prattle.

"You really are! You're Defense Force officers! No shit your defense force officers, you live here! Aw man, I can't believe I get to see his neck of the woods! Hey, this might be a long shot, but do either of you know a man named Kafka Hibino? This might seem farfetched, but I actually know him! Is there any chance I could talk to him?" Dante rattled of question after question as both of the officers in front of him exchanged bewildered looks.

"Hey, don't give me that. I know some of you have an understanding of English because y'all love your King of the Hill. Okay, it's not King of the Hill here, it's something like Man of the Manor or something... whatever! Either way, I really need to talk to someone in charge, so can we expedite that or...?" Dante continued to gesture wildly, overtaken with excitement that there might be a chance he could really see Kafka again.

The two Defense Force officers looked back at each other and just shrugged, not really sure what to do. While one began to talk into his ear piece, the other pulled out a pair of plastic zip-tie handcuffs. Dante's shoulders sagged once he saw them, but decided against taking aggressive action. From what he heard about from Kafka, his people might be a lot more reasonable than Dante's.

"Alright, if that's how it's gonna be. Just take me to your leader." He griped as he held his hands put in front of him.

"Besides, it's not like I can't break out of these." He thought as they escorted him out of the alley he was in.

Leading him behind concrete road blocks, Dante could see that he had somehow landed in the middle of a war zone. Officers left and right were unloading clips at their surroundings, aimed at anorexic looking lizards with fur and oddly dolphin-like faces. Normally unfazed by demons, even Dante felt himself wince a little at seeing what was most likely a small amount of what Kafka had to deal with on a daily basis. The two that flanked him directed him towards a cordoned area that was busy with noise and equipment. Towards the back was the opened back of a truck with two distinct individuals in front of it.

A tall man with a pink Mohawk stood with what looked to be a battle partner with white hair with blue undertones. They turned to face Dante as they sensed a visitor. Short sentences in Japanese were had between the four of them before the shorter, snow blond one dismissed the two that brought him in.

"So, you seem to have fallen out of a portal and know the name of our greatest defender. Why is that?" The cool one asked in serviceable english, his stature dripping with authority.

"Did he seriously not say anything about me? Guy spends three months in another dimension, you'd think he'd at least tell someone about it." Dante scoffed as he looked between the two of them.

"He actually couldn't when he first got back. Got stuck in quarantine for several weeks and after that was told that if he told anyone, he would get neutralized." The one with the pink hair shrugged apologetically.

"Ah! But that still implies that you know that he left." Dante countered knowingly, " It's better if you get the full story from him, but long story short, I'm the guy that rescued his fine ass and brought him back." He finished with a wink and affirmative thumb pointed at his chest.

"And we're supposed to assume this is true?" The snow blond one retorted, leaning back until he was sitting on the edge of the truck.

"Come on! You just said that someone saw the portal I fell out of! You're gonna know the whole story now anyway, just ask Kafka about it! Speaking of the devil, is he around? Genuinely would love to talk to him again." Dante asked as he bounced around in place, bored of how this conversation was going.

The two officers exchanged informative glances with each other. The white haired one kept his face neutral, but the one with the Mohawk looked incredibly concerned. Catching the unspoken discussion between them Dante spoke up with worry seeping into his tone.

"W-wait, you can't be serious. You can't seriously tell me that the strongest guy in your world- in probably both of our worlds-is..." Dante couldn't bring himself to finish the thought.

He knew, even with as little time as he got with Kafka, that it was the entirely out of the realm of possibility that he did something self-sacrificial and stupid, but Dante was sure there wasn't anything Kafka couldn't bounce back from. The one with the Mohawk slowly approached Dante, his eyes downcast and hand outstretched and aimed for his shoulder. Dante reflexively backed away, afraid of what that gesture might mean.

"Don-don't." Dante whispered shakily, "Don't tell me that he- Look, I may not have gotten to be with him long, but I'm really attached to that goofy little dumbass, alright!" Dante couldn't bring himself to back away any further, anticipation killing him slowly, but the lack of confirmation made the knife twist in his stomach all the harder. As the hand finally made contact with his shoulder, the pink haired man finally looked him dead in the eyes and quickly licked his lips before answering.

"He's overseas right now." He finally answered.

"Oh my god." Dante huffed and rolled his eyes, exasperated at the deception.

"He's in America specifically. He's supposed to come back at the end of the month, but if you really wanna meet him, I'm sure we could have him back home at the end of the day." The one that toyed with his fears continued to tease as he kept his hand on Dante's shoulder.

"You're a real piece of shit, you know that? You're definitely Iharu." Dante retorted as he playfully shoved back at the asshole laughing beside him.

"Aww! He did talk about us!" Iharu joked.

"And I guess that makes you Reno." Dante continued as he leveled with the man in front of him still.

"Only good things about us, I hope." Reno replied as he dug out a knife to cut away at the restraints around Dante's wrists.

"'A pair of the best damn co-workers he ever had the pleasure of fighting beside.' More or less a direct quote." Dante mentioned as he offered up his wrists.

"Hopefully the title isn't going to be put to the test today. As you probably saw, we're a bit under siege right now." Reno acknowledged as he cut away the restraints.

"Yeah, I noticed." Dante said as he rubbed his wrists, " Bunch of ugly bastards too. Want a hand?"

"As much as we would like to say yes..." Iharu winced as he crossed his arms, " Letting you out of our sight is probably gonna have upper management come down on our heads."

"Aw! You seriously want me to miss out on all the fun?" Dante playfully whined as he pulled out his pistols and twirled them, " Just give me a chance! I'll be fast, do some recon-" He continued to speak as he walked away, already committed to the idea of helping out.

"Th-that's okay! We've already got someone doing dedicated-" Reno nervously called out, trying to reign in the demonic force of trouble, but was quickly interrupted by a loud boom emanating from a crash collision into the ground that happened right in front of the three of them.

"-Recon." Reno finished with a disappointed sigh.

What Dante saw before him shook him to his core. A tall, lithe, but still muscular figure with wings that could only have demonic origins. With their head down, he could see that they had four very long and surprisingly wide dragonfly wings shaped and colored like bright jet lighter flames. As they rose to their full height, he got a clearer picture of their form and face. Their legs looked like plate armor made out of broken chunks of lava, radiating a similar heat but a more deep burgundy color. Their waist and sides had a defined, plate-like look to them; almost replicating human muscle but in a more defensive look. The arms were similar to the legs, but had developed exhaust pipe like protrusions along the forearms.

It was their face that threw Dante for a loop. Sharp looking spikes were carved and sculpted out and around their eyes, reminiscent of a volatile butterfly. Their teeth were long, fang-like, and fully exposed with some of them at odd angles or doubled up over each other. Even with no lips, it was clear as sunshine that the demon before him had a malicious grin only someone from his family could be capable of. The horns were the worst part, black and red but ribbed like his how was in his Sin Devil Trigger form, but curved up and back just like Kafka's secondary form. They flicked off a fire whip shaped mass of hair and stepped off of their kill they had landed on unceremoniously.

When their eagle claw foot touched the ground, their monstrous form dissipated in a bright flash and revealed a human woman underneath it all. Twirling twin defense force issued axes back into their holsters, the woman strutted forward confidently, staring past Dante the whole time. Now seeing her true face, Dante had to stop himself from reaching out and touching her, just to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. Her hair was still long, but had a puffy pom-pom patch of spiky hair acting as her bangs. What was most interesting was that it was perfectly slate grey; not black, not white, but strands of both had layered between each other to make the most dazzling silver hair color. The face she had almost made him weep, for while the ears, eyebrows and eye shape were most certainly Kafka's, this woman walking towards him almost looked like the spitting image of his mother.

"Oh man, Uncle Reno! You ain't ever gonna believe what I just found." The woman exclaimed in somewhat awkward English and added emphasis with exaggerated movement, "I just found that ugly motherfucker crawling its way out of an actual portal! You know, like in that one game I showed ya! Anyway, this one put up a real fight as you can see-" She walked back a little so she could scruff the battered demon by its neck and shake it around to draw attention to its wounds, "I know he don't look like it, but I'm tellin' ya he's alive! Well, at least I think so anyway. Don't matter 'cuz he's tuckered out right now. Do you think Aunti Mina will let me keep him?"

As she asked her question, her attention finally caught up to noticing that there was a newcomer in the room, "Hey, not to be rude, but who's the new guy?" she asked and she jabbed a thumb in her direction.

"The name's Dante." He introduced himself tentatively, offering a handshake.

"Oh, like the Inferno?" The woman cheerfully guessed as she took his hand.

"Something like that." Dante answered as he took notice of the new shape of the dragonfly wings that hung off of her body.

The set that was there had changed their appearance and developed a more translucent display with the spear-like tips on the ends that were there before now relaxing into the shape of armored claws. The smaller, shorter pair wrapped around her waist while the longer pair draped themselves around her shoulders, the hands coming to rest on either sides of her neck. Once Dante had the thought that they reminded him of Nero's wings, did the dreadful realization in him sink even further.

"Seems to me like you're a real spitfire among your crew." Dante tacked on as he continued to quietly observe what could very well be his own child.

"Oh if you think I'm bad, you should see my twin sister! A real salt-of-the-earth type, but a demon on the battlefield." The woman joyfully explained as she teasingly bopped him in the shoulder.

"Oh." Dante gasped as he tried to restrain his churning emotions, "You have a twin sister."

"Yeah, she's with Daddy over in America right now, but they'll be back soon enough." The woman remarked with appeasing shrug.

"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name." Dante mentioned as he fought the urge to cry.

"Probably didn't give you the chance to, bit of a motor-mouth and all." The demon woman giggled, "I have everyone call me Rimi!"

". . .Please tell me that's not short for Rimini." Dante cautiously wondered aloud.

"How'd ya guess?" Rimi gasped with astonishment.

"I tend to hit the jackpot with things like that." Dante gritted out through his teeth, trying not to wince.

"Bet you can't hit it twice! What's my first name?" Rimi challenged.

"Francesca." Dante answered, already telling where this was going.

Rimi let loose a long, low whistle, "Wow! We got a real Sherlock on our hands, huh! Either that or Uncle Iharu had been talking shit about me again."

"They're your uncles?" Dante questioned genuinely.

"Well, I mean not really. But Daddy's just so close with his generation of Defense Force officers that me and my sister just feel better calling them our Aunts and Uncles!" Rimi clarified as she bounced excitedly on her toes.

"Rimi! Got a new task for ya!" Reno shouted out to break up their conversation.

"Oops! Sounds like duty calls again. Hope to see you around Devilman!" Rimi called out as she moved closer to Reno.

Dante watched on quietly as Reno ordered Rimi to take the demon body away for observation. As she slipped away, Dante could feel his heart skip to her pace, the now ever present knife in his gut continuing to twist more and more. He had to force himself to look away as she morphed into her... kaiju form? Devil Trigger form? He wasn't sure and the pain of not knowing made everything hurt worse. He had two little girls and he knew nothing about them. He didn't understand how Vergil had stayed calm once he heard the news he had a son and never knew beforehand. Because now? Dante felt like setting fire to time and reality itself for robbing this chance away from him.

Biting back the desire to do so, Dante instead opted to ask one pressing question.

"How many years of child support am I missing out on?" He asked, trying to deflect his pain with a joke.

Reno and Iharu exchanged another set of glances, ones more concerning than the last, before turning back to answer him.

"A little over seventeen years worth?" Iharu answered with a shrug.

Dante chewed on his bottom lip as he processed the news. Turning away from them, he had to do something to redirect the amount of overlapping emotions preparing to tear him up inside.

"FUCK!" He quickly screamed, the force of it briefly sending him into his Devil Trigger form.