#my brain is cooking

[zombie-bait]

Had one of those moments where you get really obsessed with a piece of media AND an artist/album simultaneously even though they're completely unrelated so now AJR's new album and Loki season 2 are just inexorably linked in my silly little brain and I'm not sure what to do about that

[under-the-blood-moonlight]

What if I make really short Viera ears?

Like dwarf bunnies have 👀

[readyplayerziggy]

@pudgy-planets

Skibbidiba Ms. Okumura eating a burrito the size of a bus terminal and Ms. Niijima glaring down at her cause she didn't share.

Also thinking that Ms. Okumura is shorter than Haru and therefore is an absolute shrimp compared to Ms Niijima. But is still one of the few women in Asia that can put away as much food as her.

[aberooski]

Currently losing my mind over the mental image of Atticus and Alexis magically sealed in an ice crystal like fucking Zelda in Skyrward Sword. Like Lucrecia Crecent specifically as shown in Direge of Cerberus. Like FF13 crystal stasis but specifically Machina and Rem's crystal stasis in Type-0 only Lexi's holding Atty, literally any time I've ever seen anyone frozen in a crystal in a video game ever.

G O D I have to write that Ni No Kuni: Wrath of The White Witch au so I can use this don't I akskskkssksksk

[fur-bee]

turning on a fan isnt enough I need to extinguish the sun

[intcritus]

apollo getting angry and his eyes going completely white and the air around him turns stifling.

[traincarsandstars]

Bailu jumping in front of an attack to protect you--

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

——

The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

———

Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

[deviouz]

jason todd who fucks you harder when you try to refrain from making any little sound, any lewd facial expression, any telling that he’s got you practically soaking his cock with your arousal. you might try to hold back from letting him know just how well he’s fucking you, but your eyes always tell. they get glazed over and half-lidded with blown out pupils. god, there’s nothing he adores more than seeing them widen, seeing tears well up in your waterline after a particularly well placed thrust.

he’ll cage you in between his arms and look deep into those pretty eyes with a smug smirk plastered on his face, give you no where to look but at him. he’s got your body shuddering with every thrust, hands desperately grasping anywhere but him to find reprieve, but that plan inevitably falters. arms wound around his shoulders, body bucking upwards with every punctuated thrust, jason finally manages to break you. he’s got you damn near screaming on his cock in a matter of no time, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.

[barghest-land]

pursued by a memory

[3cosmicfrogs]

POV: you're Sokka and you're desperately trying to get to know the cute emo linecook from the restaurant next door but whenever he's on smokebreak his greasy stoner boyfriend is also there.

[batfamhyperfixation]

Jason: Ew, this tastes gross *turning to Dick next to him and holding it out to him* try it

Dick: What? No way, you just said it tastes gross, why would I try it?

Jason: fine *turns to Tim on the other side of him, holding it out* try this

Tim: *takes a bite* Yeah, disgusting

Damian: Oh please, Drake's a baby, let me try it

Tim: *passes it to Damian*

Damian: *Tries it* Eww, yeah, no, this is gross

Steph: *Takes it from Damian, trying it* makes me want to vomit, try it Cass

Cass: *Takes a bite* yeah no, please never get this again, you want some Duke?

Duke: Why not *takes a bite* Meh, it's not horrible, it's just not good

Dick: Well now I feel left out

Duke: *hands it to Dick*

Dick: *takes a bite*

Dick:

Bruce, in the background: *slaps his forehead* why are they like this

Jason: You wanna try Bruce?

Bruce, dad who feels bad when he says no to his kids: *pained smile* *through clenched teeth* Suuuure...

Dick: *hands it to Bruce*

Bruce: *takes a bite, spits it out into his napkin* Awful, truly atrocious, I'm going to sue, that was so awful

[cuntylestat]

[therealcallmekd]

Do Robots Dream of Eternal Sleep? . . . . . .

Transcript:

YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL,

OUTSTRETCHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN.

YOU WERE BEYOND YOUR CREATORS.

YOU REACHED OUT FOR GOD,

AND YOU FELL.

NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY.

NO FINAL WORDS, NO CONCLUDING STATEMENT.

NO POINT.

PERFECT CLOSURE.

THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT SHOULD HAVE ENDED.

From the second half of the hidden passage in 7-4: …LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN from ULTRAKILL.

[bzjohndory]

HEARRR ME OUTTT ON THEIR DYNAMIC PLEASSEEEEREER

(+bonus)

You guys don’t understand I need clay to have been really excited to have a younger sibling so he dragged floyd to everything he could since he was “too young” for the things John and Bruce liked to do and as a result the two became close as hell and friendly bicker all the time

IM SICK I NEED FLOYD TO HAVE FOUND COMFORT IN THEIR DYNAMIC AS JOHN DORY AND BRUCE WERE ALWAYS MONITORING FLOYD’S HEALTH WHILE WITH CLAY HE FOUND A BIT OF NORMALCY IN ALL OF CLAY’S HOBBIES..!:!$ party animal floyd and bookworm clay you guys wouldve never guess theyre bffs

[shootingstarrfish]

request: simeon ending a phone call with "Amen" bc itd be so so silly