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[mast3r-rainb0w]

R.O.B.'s Back in Mario Kart… BUT AT WHAT COST?!! by Mast3r-Rainb0w

R.O.B. is back in Mario Kart World since the DS days, but not in the way you'd expect! Turns out instead of being a playable character, he's now a RIDEABLE bike. Talk about bittersweet... Anyways, have some fanart with a "The Godfather" reference, featuring the professor(s) from the NES games Gyromite/Stack-Up!

[youstillcantfuckosmosisjones]

You Can't Fuck R.O.B. from the NES era of Nintendo

And also Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros.

It doesn't matter if we're talking the actual toy or his decidedly bigger, heavier incarnation in the Smash series. R.O.B. doesn't have any holes. I suppose in theory you could stick him up your ass, but are you really willing to explain to the doctor why you have vintage plastic Nintendo shards stuck where the sun don't shine?

You'd have a better time with the R.O.B. Amiibo, aka the Toy based on the Game based on the toy. It's smaller, worth significantly less on eBay (do not check this), and easy to put in a jar.

[weazolgamer]

Come hang out on Nov 10 for my charity stream! If you can’t make it that’s okay, the donate link is in the image incase you want to help out!

Thanks to @littlemxhoney for the graphics!

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[girlfriendsimulator]

[potato-lord-but-not]

Sinners. you agree.

[snailsfall]

I’m no better than a man

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[littleblackmaps]

one thing that i really loved about mbj’s performance in sinners is the physicality he brings to both stack & smoke.

stack will lean on something in a heartbeat- a wall, a car, a doorframe. smoke rarely does.

stack is quick to crack a smile across his entire face; smoke is much more reserved and tight in the shoulders.

stack was the first twin to come out of his jacket and hat, already pressed up again a wooden beam. meanwhile smoke was standing rim-rod straight in the middle of the dancefloor, inhaling what’s probably his 43rd cigarette of the day.

when remmick first comes to the juke, smoke is standing in front, using his body to take up as much space in the door, and you can tell from his posture he’s not fucking around. meanwhile stack is happily tucked into the corner against the frame, loose and nodding along to the music.

mbj has grown so much as an actor, especially in this regard and i love that for him

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic Idea: Silver Tounge Snake

Damian has a brother, except said brother wasn't trained for combat operations. He was trained in the administration positions needed to keep the empire Ra's built functioning.

In essence, Damian was trained to rule, and Daniel was taught to manage the estate. This does not mean Daniel can't fight because Ra would never have a regular civilian lurking around; he just wasn't physically trained as harshly.

While Damian was climbing a mountain with a broken arm at five years old, Daniel was handed account logs of failing businesses that he needed to get out of the red or else at the same age. While Damian was slashing opponents, Daniel was told to sniff out the planted traitors in the staff.

While Damian was grinding his teeth against the senses-deprivation training, Daniel was bearing his teeth in a smile as he convinced local rulers to sign over their properties to Ra without bloodshed.

Daniel was raised in this role not because he was born five minutes after his brother or because he didn't show combat talent. On the night of the twin's first birthday, Ra had a well-known magic user do a soul test on the children.

He had all of his descendants participate in said test, and they rarely came out with traits that made them possible heirs. Talia, along with her sister Nyssa, was one of the few among his children who resulted in the green glow.

Many of his children were white glows—talented in the mind rather than in the body like Daniel. Once Ra saw the white aura around Daniel, he had tutors set up for estate management. One step above servant of the family.

He was just about to doom Damian to the same fate, effectively cutting them from the line of succession until the eldest started glowing green.

His green was much more vibrant than Talia's, as she was just the lowest shade of green, right above white, which was why he had not made it clear who the inheritance would go to. Nyssa had also been a light shade, balanced with Talia's.

But Damian? His was a bright emerald, the shade of green he hadn't seen in almost seven hundred years. Ra knew the boy would be grand when he aged.

Then, one day, his daughter ran off with his heir. Taking the boy to his father prematurely because she had discovered that Ra would use his body to preserve his immortality. She had left behind Daniel, viewing her youngest the same way all green souls kin viewed white soul kin.

Damian was raised knowing that he would one day inherit everything Ra had to offer as the Heir Apparent, and Daniel was to be his most trusted right-hand man. He was meant to be a helpful tool Damian could wield.

Daniel, however, did outshine the rest of white souls. He was a master manipulator, a snake hiding in the grass, able to convince anyone of anything. He never saw a line too immoral to cross if it was beneficial for the Ghul ruling family. He even convinced Ra's to ease off many punishments for Damian with a few soft spoken words and gentle movements.

Ra's could admit that Daniel was terror in an entirely different way than his brother. His loyalty, however, was never in doubt.

In her mind, he was a servant and not worth the risk of getting him to the Detective. Ra saw no reason why he couldn't use that against her.

He had his men whip the boy's memories, set him up in an American home with a couple that owed him a favor for using his Lazarus Pit to study the undead, and sat back. Daniel would live as Danny Fenton, thinking he had been a member of that family since birth, unaware of the sleeper agent he was.

Ra faked his death, amused by the Detective's wails upon finding the trails, and waited until Damian grew soft enough from his father's foolish sentiments to throw his dead brother's fate back into his face. He allowed Daniel to be Danny Fenton for four whole years before activating the boy to kill Damian.

The last thing the runaway heir would ever see was the smile of his silver tongue brother, whom he left for dead. The twin with a sharp mind that even Timothy Drake could not predict. The one that Bruce Wayne would hesitate to kill, unlike the clones he attempted to send before.

He did not account for Daniel developing a second personality known as Phantom. He took all the sleeper agent training and somehow twisted the boy's ghostly part into thinking he was Damian's dead brother.

It was a glorious plan meant to shatter their minds as much as their bones.

Before he could activate Daniel to complete his four year old mission, the fool wandered into an experimental protal. It did not kill him, but it made some.....side effects.

Ra's waited a week to see if anything would come of Daniel's accident, but when no evidence indicated any change, he had his ninjas active, the sleeper agent.

That he had actually died that day.

Phantom did not know he lived in Fenton. Fenton was unaware that his "fainting" spills were his body, giving control to the assassin's support stored away in his mind.

Worst Phantom seemed utterly convinced that since Damian was running around as Robin, a hero of the innocent, he should too. He set out to protect the silly American town Ra's had planted him in, and then, he began managing the damn thing.

He caused the unemployment rate to drop in Amity Park, worked on getting the neighbor's company up, sweet-talked the local landlords to lower rates, and got the Americans to take their education seriously enough that every graduating student of his high school received at least two scholarships. He covered the property damages his battles caused by convincing the people they were responsible.

Ra's had trained that silver tongue had sharpened that devilish mind, and it was being wasted on the Detective's sensibilities. At least Phantom had convinced the entire town to be ecto-mindful.

It nearly made up for the ghost finding his way to Gotham. Fenton and his class won some kind of competition hosted by the Detective for all high schools in the nation. It was some idiotic science experiment, but once Phantom was there, the ghost fell into his support role of Robin like a duck did to water.

Wayne Enterprises' stock value skyrocketed when Phantom pretended to work for them, turning his silver tongue on the belly of Gotham and carefully breaking every crime origination with a smile. Fenton himself grew the eye of the Detective for being the leading mind of the experiment, and Ra knew it was only a matter of time before his son-in-law pieced it all together.

The boy would forever be out of his reach, and he only had himself to blame. He should have killed the white soul kin years ago.

[redstringredeye]

👀

[ali3nsupastar]

Siblings!

[scribz-ag24]

virizion/emolga meet-cute. remember how emolga is the only person who hates virizion's guts for no good reason?? and that was all it took for her to fall lmao, shes the pmd world equivalent of Mr Darcy

prequel to this post. based on that flork-of-cows clark post

[r-aindr0p]

Man the jury is unhinged on those culinary crucible event

I genuinely thought for a few seconds that Ortho would idk casually nuke the food

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[hinamie]

realizing how much i like drawing him a million years too late :<