#reminders™

[egophiliac]

just something I wanted to try! (tumblr please don't absolutely destroy this, thank you)

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every tk outfit

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[arthurpendragonsass]

brainrot sponsored by taylor zakhar perez smiling softly and fondly at nicholas galitzine

[ravenlexis]

friendly reminder that ratio's default expression is an adorable smile

[phoenixcatch7]

Open up

Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!

It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.

The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.

Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.

Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.

He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.

The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.

The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.

Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -

There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.

Joy.

He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.

But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.

Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.

As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.

This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.

He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.

Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.

The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.

Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.

HE SAW!

Both froze. Time stretched interminably.

The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.

Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?

Hm.

He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.

Maybe he had overreacted slightly.

Bonus:

Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.

"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."

Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.

"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"

"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."

"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.

"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"

"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."

"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."

"It probably is batman -"

"But the claws -"

They trailed off.

"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"

"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."

"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."

[akajustmerry]

my dad is a huge House MD fan (we had the DVD boxsets on a lot when I was in high school). anyways, I'm telling youse this because my dad is very biphobic to me. A lot. This is funny because not only was House MD the first place I ever heard use the word bisexual, but also, you know....house and cuddy were uhhhh......very formative for me. and I wouldn't have seen any of that if it weren't for my dad being obsessed with House. Yet he has the nerve to tell his friends loudly on the phone he "isn't sure what he did wrong" about "who I really like" and it's like, I'll tell you where you went wrong bud! You had House and Cuddy ignoring each other's personal space and eyefucking on the TV regularly from when I was 13 onwards!!!

[mishy-mashy]

Obviously, I can't ignore the funny pics of AFO either

AFO getting insulted for the first time on the web be like:

He looks like his fingers would be flying across a keyboard if he were on the internet.

AFO went and made himself into a troll face, man.

"MOMMY LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND!"

YEAH BOY, YOU LOOK REAL WEIRD BUT YEAH! RAISE YOUR TROPHY

MA! AN ALLIGATOR GOT INTO THE TRAILER AGAIN!

AFO's that arm being pummeled into the ground.

[All Might Doesn't Know How to Fucking Hold Back Against Kids: Case 47]

Feat. Accidentally twink-ifying AFO to the point he's become a twig

NEWS: AFO fails again, "Desperately trying to play it cool", All Might says, for at least the 3rd time in this fight

AFO tried being so cool with the "Shigaraki—my other self" and failed instantly. Livestreamed all over the world. Ugggghhh. The embarrassmenttt

Proceeds to split his face to smile, saying "I'll have to do the legwork myself".

As if to them, he didn't just go "Watch me do this. Come now, my other self. ........ I'll have to do it myself."

"Look how cool I am" *fails* "I CAN DO IT PROPERLY I MEAN IT"

He flip-flopped so hard here that if it were me, I'd give All Might the finishing blow to end me of my embarrassment. The world saw it. My life is over

AFO's ego is just so big and he's trying so hard to play it cool and keep his pride in his fight.

As if he hasn't been running around half-naked in a cape this whole time

[reanimatedgh0ul]

this is LITERALLY their dynamic in a nutshell

[lucy-ghoul]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

[newvegasceo]

coral island x cyberpunk 2077 mashup part zwei ft. @faarkas and @vilkaas oc's (painted over the official art/based the design on character silhouettes)

[egophiliac]

But … how the staff swear? We Need to know that too…(of you want of course … love your art and your Amazing humor!!!)

(thank you! :D)

Trein: said 'damn' once when he was sixteen, still lays awake at night in embarrassment about his deplorable lapse in manners.

Vargas: swears like an old-timey carnival strongman. lots of "poppycock" and "what the devil" and an occasional "deuces!" (this makes classes very confusing for poor Deuce)

Crowley: doesn't intentionally swear, but every once in a while he'll, like...put together a presentation on the new staff policies or something that builds up to an acronym which, by complete coincidence, spells out something shockingly depraved.

it happens often enough that you'd think he's doing it on purpose, except. it's Crowley.

Sam: swears in the text, gets away with it because the character reading is always something else

(this is very specific to the Japanese version and probably too meta but I made myself laugh with it, I...I'm sorry)

[mashkara45]

[scrawnytreedemon]

Look, you know I'm always on about Zant chuckability this, Zant blendability that, but you know who I also need to grab by the torso and shake??? Imp Midna. She is just. She is so.

I completely understand why her design might be offputting to some people, but she inspires a stupid amount of cute aggression in me. She's so grabbable, I want to smush her face like a little cat, I want to gently pull her lip back over her little teefies. Would I get immediately bitten and mauled and annihilated for this? Yes of course. Standard cat fare.

(And yes, my pfp is either very ironic or completely in line, depending on your view.)

[cyberpunkboytoy]

Did you know you can just design a Mikusona and scribble her down? And no one can stop you?

[arueshalaetablebuildingsociety]

I think it's quite telling how toxic and disingenuous the "proship/antiship" ""discourse"" is seeing the same people who denounce "harassment" accusing sexual abuse survivors of being "feelings yakuza" and "antis" when they point out the existence of such things as anxiety/ptsd triggers.

But, since I'm undoubtebly injecting myself into that "discussion", why don't we throw in another wrinkle: is denouncing fictionalized Revenge Pornography, like the kind that David Cage did to one of the (many) women subordinates he forced into sex or sex acts with him in Heavy Rain, "feelings yakuza?"

And if that person is you, if you are feverishly typing up a reply to say that I'm actually discriminating against other cultures by pointing out how demanding everyone tolerate your fucked up fanfic is demonstrably shitty, you should just log off instead. Have a Nice fucking Time™, loser.

[newtafterdark]

It's late at night, but I am pondering things about Beauty Calhoun again. Specifically about how folks early on in his creation on my blog were like "I bet he gives great hugs!" in my inbox. And thinking about it nowadays - well, they're not wrong per se. But at the same time they really are.

It's just to me, Beauty gives absolutely spine-crushing hugs. Not in the bad sense, but more like… this man's hugs will fix whatever is currently fucking with the pain receptors in your spine and shoulders. There will be a loud crunch sound, and afterwards you'll feel like a new human being.

Gorgeous though? Those hugs come with a threat level of 84%. If he likes you, he absolutely tries his best to not cause a bad crunch - though even after all these years his high strength levels will sneak up on him. He tries to be oh-so gentle with any small living thing (from his 6'9'' POV), that he'll straight-up cry if he thinks he caused even just discomfort in someone he care about.

Beauty may also be a worrywart in terms of noticing someone near him being hurt, which leads to "YOU COME HERE - LET ME FIX THIS"… but when it comes to the hugs, people know what they sign up for when they ask him for one. You get a hearty pat on the back/shoulder aftewards, even if you're still wheezing out a breath.