#this one took a hot minute

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[stardestroyer81]

It finally happened— Pizza Tower is releasing on the Nintendo Switch today!!! I knew I had to whip up a little something to celebrate, so have this drawing of Peppino and The Noise... on the go! 🍕✨

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[justalittlebluetiefling]

The Mighty Nein: Episode Summaries Episode 28: Within the Nest

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[skywalker42]

What people think ADHD is:

So I went to my room to grab sticky notes to leave my roommate a reminder on the dryer but then I saw my week old mug on my nightstand so I went to put it away and then when I was in the kitchen I realized there's no room for it in the cabinet and now I'm measuring the wall for shelving units.

Which, yeah, it is that. It's definitely that. But it's also this series of texts I sent to my friend this morning:

[artystaroc]

It was great! I loved Pomni and Gummigoo. Who doesn't enjoy tapping into some good ol' existential dread? Pomni comforting him and sharing her own feelings with him was sooooo sweet! And of course I was furious when Caine blipped him out of existence. I new it was coming but by god was it still upsetting. That was probably the point tho lol

And JAX. Ohhh boy, he was about as chaotic as I expected he'd be and I loved every second he was on screen!! Just look at him! The bloodlust in his eyes is Tangible

Ragatha and Kinger had some wonderful sweet moments too. I'm so happy that Kinger seems to have a wise father figure situation going on, even if he's forgetful and not always mentally present. The vibes are so good there

Overall, an excellent episode and I already can't wait for the next one!

[entropyvoid]

[ghostlightfic]

A question for everyone! What are your favourite holidays?

[Loop and Siffrin seem about ready to sit this one out.]

Isabeau: I really like the Change festivals! They're just fun!

Odile: New year celebrations are always entertaining.

Mirabelle: I like Neighbors' Day!

[The non-Vaugardian half of the party regard her blankly. She flusters.]

Mirabelle: I-it's, um! It's an evening where you're supposed to get together with your neighbors! It's kind of like a potluck? I don't know if it actually counts as a holiday, but. I like it!

Bonnie: Well, I like the... eh-kwi... um. Ee-kwe...

[They huff, frustrated.]

Bonnie: When it changes seasons!! There's always big harvest festivals and stuff!!!

[Loop and Siffrin perk up.]

Siffrin: Equinoxes?

Bonnie: Yeah!! That!!

Loop: I've always been a midwinter enjoyer, myself. That's a solstice, not an equinox.

Siffrin: Really? I thought you'd like midsummer.

[Loop hums.]

Loop: Midsummer's too many people. Midwinter is just... relaxing. Nothing like sitting around with a hot drink with family. Don't you agree?

Siffrin: I like midwinter. I don't know, though, midwinter doesn't have the lanterns. I like the lanterns. And the food!

Loop: Of course you do. I suppose I can understand that. The lanterns are fun. I remember every year we'd go up on that one big hill to watch them fly.

Siffrin: Yeah! We'd always make a picnic out of it! That was nice. Remember that one year we spent hours just rolling down the hill and running back up, and then... then...

[Loop and Siffrin both blank. Loop recovers first, looking distinctly peeved. Siffrin just looks perturbed.]

Loop: Blinding Stars-damned son of a--

[They say a few more choice words that shall not be repeated. Isabeau holds up a little notebook.]

Isabeau: Don't worry, I got it!

Siffrin: ...Thanks, Isa.

[luckyashes-art]

🐙❗❗❗❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ogto pus :3c

(Fr tho this is what I imagine Flo to actually look like GRARGHGH)

[estelle-skully]

Relentless Revenge

A trolls tkl fic

Lee!John Dory

Lers!His brothers

summary: after years of being the tickle monster of the family, John Dory finally gets humbled by his bros as an act of revenge

John Dory let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he entered his pod; he had just barely escaped a large group of fangirls who were desperate to get his autograph n shit, but he was not in the mood. All he wanted to do was to go for a little stroll, but apparently that was impossible, being as well known as he was. He knew his brothers went through the same stuff all the time, since they complained so much.

Who knew people would still care so much about us after disappearing from the face of the earth for so many years.. He thought. At least he knew he and his bros were successful. But god damn, the paparazzi could be unbearable sometimes.

Just before he could lazily plop down on his couch, he heard the sound of skittering behind him- a dark blur darted through his vision, and he instantly perked up. “Who’s there?” He asked loudly. Subconsciously, he hoped with every fiber of his being that it was some critter that had gotten in somehow and not an obsessive fan. The ones from earlier did follow him for a while…

With that thought in mind, he reached for the small pocket knife he had tucked away in his jacket. Sure, maybe he was overreacting a bit, but it’s never okay to break into someone’s house!

But as he was lost in thought, he was tackled to the floor from behind.

“ACK-!” Blindly he swung around his little knife.

“Jesus dude! Chill out! It’s just me!”

John Dory was shocked to realize that his “attacker” was none other than his brother, Clay.

“Clay, what the hell was that for? I almost stabbed you!”

“No duh. And uhh.. I can’t tell you”

“Can’t tell me what? What on earth is going on?”

“Now, guys!”

as if on cue, the rest of JD’s brothers- Bruce, Floyd, and Branch- leaped out of their hiding places and ruched to him, pinning him down or sitting around him.

Next thing he knew, John found himself laying on his back with his arms pinned above his head by Branch, Clay straddling his waist, Floyd sitting near his legs and Bruce sitting by his torso, all four of them smirking down at him.

“What the hell is this!?” JD exclaimed, too baffled to really fight back.

“Revenge.” Branch replied curtly.

“That’s not enough detai-ahahaAaahahAHAHAHAA WAHAIT-“

the poor troll was cut off when Branch wiggled his fingers into JD’s armpits.

ohhh fuck. Now he understood. All those years of wrecking his brothers was now coming back to him.

he should have seen this coming.

regardless, JD still tried fighting back, but his brothers were shockingly strong.

at this point the rest of the bros started their attacks too. Clay was squeezing his hips and lower sides, Bruce methodically poked at his stomach and ribs and Floyd scribbled his fingers on JD’s knees

already it was almost too much for the poor ticklish fucker to handle.

He threw his head back and cackled, unable to fight back, and really really wishing that he could get back at his brothers right now.

“How’s it feel being the victim for once?” Clay asked, and JD low key wanted to (kindly) punch that smirk off his face. He chose to ignore him and tried using his hair to throw them off- if he could just use it as a hand, maybe, to tickle one of them back, or to cover Clay’s smug as face-

“Oh no you don’t!” Bruce exclaimed, noticing. Branch trued shoving JD’s hair down. “Don’t worry guys, I’ve got this. Being a dad has given me lots of tickle monster experience.” And Bruce leaned down and blew a loud, sloppy raspberry on JD’s belly.

Their eldest brothers finally lost it.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! GUHIHUYS S-STAHAHAP!!”

“d’nawww, what’s wrong? Has the big bad tickle monster finally been defeated?” Bruce asked in a really fake sounding sympathetic voice. As much as he hated to admit his defeat, John Dory nodded.

The bros stopped their attacks and all looked down at him, satisfied with what they had done.

It took a minute for John to fully compose himself, laying there as he still giggled from the leftover tickly feelings. He finally sat up and wiped the tears that pricked at his eyes, still grinning.

“You’re all such dicks for that,” he said, “but I guess that was fair. I think I’ll let this slide.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Floyd replied. “I won’t lie, I was actually scared shitless of this idea.”

“Took a while to convince him.” Bruce added, nodding.

“So, Johnathan Dorathan, what did you think? Ut was really all Branch’s idea.”

JD glanced at his youngest brother. “It was… a clever idea, I’ll admit. Im impressed by your ability to stay hidden like that. But do not ever tickle me again, because I will obliterate all of you on the spot.”

“Whatever you say, bro” Clay teased, poking his side. JD yelped.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it-“

“No actually what did I just say” John said, standing up. He wasn’t genuinely angry with Clay- he knew his bro was just messing around. But he was not gonna let this slide!

“ohoho god-“ Clay slowly backed away, knowing exactly what was coming.

“oh shit dude, you’re in for it now” Floyd said, almost wanting to run away himself, fearing that JD might decide to wreck all four of them.

“You can’t escape the beast forever!” JD exclaimed, lowering his voice to sound more gruff, “you have just triggered the tickle monster’s prey drive!”

“noho wait-!”

[phantomram-b00]

Idk what (funnier or) worse, tiktok showing me Aziraphale edits that make me relate more to him more or envy their gender or Pinterest showing me a tweet Michael Sheen made about Aziraphale’s Garage

[onyourstageleft]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[yuuugay]

all of em are pretty different since i didnt think it through jskbcdkjavcd but the 4 gods from @uroboros-if 👍👍👍👍👍

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 7/7 - First / Previous

Day 7: Back to Back + Fix It Track: 'All The Right Moves' - OneRepublic (Spotify / YouTube)

“When you asked me to help those troopers disappear I didn’t think it would lead us here Foxie.”

“Like you haven’t taken us to worse places on less information.”

“Hey, I just know how to show someone a good time.”

“Maybe if I was a parasite of some sort living in these drains,” Fox scoffed. 

The two were bickering as they moved, using it to ease the tension. Fox had been stressed for weeks handling this alone, and it had come to a head when Quinlan finally broke and confronted Fox, reminding him that they had agreed to no more life-threatening risks without the other right alongside them. They were to stay side by side, back to back. Putting space between them only left them both more vulnerable.

And so today Fox had shown him, taken him to a run-down apartment attached to a much nicer music studio, and explained it all. 

This led the duo to some new conclusions, as Vos’s information suddenly had a lot more pieces of the puzzle to snap together. Some realizations that they needed to act now, as soon as they could.

But for now, they bickered, because discussing how to take down a Sith lord running the entire government when you were a single clone commander and a Jedi not even well trusted by his own peers was a thought that needed a breath. Just some time floating around them in the storm drains they flitted through.

“You are a parasite, one I quite enjoy having around.”

Fox shook his head. “Only you could say something like that and think it is positive.”

“Oh?” Quinlan’s smirk was damned near audible. “Is that because I’m such a sweet romantic?”

“Quinlan Vos,” Fox slowed and turned, headlamp lighting up bright tattoos and twinkling eyes. How he could be so happy still, after everything they’d been through and all they still had to face, Fox didn’t know. But he was grateful for it. “You are an utter sappy romantic with a death wish, a brain cell for taste, and a drop of luck. Sweet is much too docile for how you love, and of everyone, I think I am very qualified to say as much.”

Quinlan’s smile grew wider. Even in the midst of everything, he always offered Fox a smile. And now, almost a year after offering a lot more than just that, he reached forward and took Fox’s hand as well.

“When it comes to me, I think you are definitely a leading expert.”

Fox had a retort, soft in its meaning but sure in its stressed humor, but it was cut short as keen ears picked up other footsteps. Because of course nothing would be simple. Even just walking through drain pipes was going to end as chaotically as they always did for them. 

Hunched down and still holding hands, Fox peeked around the corner in the junction. And immediately groaned.

“Remember that gang you’ve been pissing off digging into the Black Sun?”

He could hear Quinlan swear quietly. Because of course that slip-up the other day had the lower Coruscant gangs on the alert for them. There had been no way to avoid it, having to take more risks as so much of Quinlan’s trails had gone dry recently, but it left a little too much information on them out in the light for the Jedi shadow’s liking. 

“Fox, you know we’re going to have to-”

“We stay together as long as possible,” Fox cut him off. He wasn’t looking at Quinlan, but there was no immediate protest. It was a general agreeance anyhow, but Fox knew exactly where Quinlan was really going with all of this. 

“We have to reach the surface as fast as possible, and you know it is smarter for me to head to the senate-”

“Quinlan, I know!”

More voices, coming from different points around them now. They were moving as quietly as possible, talking in rushed whispers; but Fox’s voice grew a bit colder, angry in how Quinlan reminded him of how there was nothing different he could do. They pulled up short in another junction, this one opening upward and giving them a faster route out. But Fox wasn’t going one step further without making sure Quinlan understood exactly what was happening.

“I know, I’m to find General Koon and you’re going to shadow your ass through the senate to make sure nothing else happens before he and anyone else he can convince can get there. But we stay together as long as possible because I also know you will get yourself in trouble somehow, and you should know that if you die while I’m not there I will drag your spirit back from your Force osik and then kill you myself. Because I am coming back with them, I don’t care what you say about the safety of the chips or anything, you promised.”

Fox had rounded on Quinlan and crowded the taller man against the wall, close enough to still see his pained expression with the filter on his helmet. The gang was circling, and they would most definitely be fighting before they got out of here, so Fox knew there wouldn’t be another time after this point. That they would fight together now, at least one more time before Quinlan went off to shadow a Sith Lord that still made Fox’s chest tighten and nerves ache. Because he knew this was right, but parts of him still felt it was so wrong.

Hands reached out, gently caught the bottom of his helmet and lifted it like it had many times before. His eyes didn’t have time to adjust before soft familiar lips pressed to his and Fox put all of his focus into committing that feeling to memory as he always did, just in case.

“As long as possible. I do promise, with all that I can control Fox,” Quinlan's voice was clearer, close and no longer filtered through the helmet he held just above Fox’s head. “You’ll find me, and I’ll be there. I promise.”

Another soft press, noses bumping lightly. Then it was back as they were, Quinlan replacing the helmet that was so uniquely Fox, and then drawing his saber and a blaster.

“Ready Commander?”

The footsteps were louder, a shout came from the direction behind them and the whole tunnel system seemed to come alive.

“More than you ever seem to be, General.”

Smoothly they moved, back to back as the shots began and they took off down another tunnel, Quinlan trusting Fox to know where to go and Fox trusting Quinlan to guard his back for as long as he could.

Because that was what they did now, two wild souls in search of a peace born of thrill and trust, finding each other by chance and staying together by choice. That if anyone asked Fox he wouldn’t have any better answer than this was his Jedi, his best friend, his trusted partner. That there was at least one person in this whole galaxy they could trust within the cage of their ribs, that they would risk the pain it could cause for the chance at the joy they had found.

Because that is what they did now.

Loved wildly, trusted blindly, and guarded softly, all for the hope of just one more night under the stars together.