#ummm im gonna tag

[samsnax25]

hey guys my name is description you can #pay me on https://cash.app/$sammymimi and https://www.paypal.me/samwich25?locale.x=en_US hooray!! also pls be patient with me this is my first time doing this and im not the brightest!!!!

[cynicallyneutral]

「coward」

[biblically-accurate-dca]

au where moon fills in while sun is "on vacation" and nothing bad happens

[kenchann]

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[kirakewpie]

mommy using the vibrator on me while i give her head and punishing me by slapping my aching, wet cunt whenever i get too distracted. send tweet

[paradimeart]

my take on tfa knockout...and kobd

edit: go here to see my alternate take

[mistxmood]

hang on wait im not done posting things. i have a pipe bomb now

[jboh-art]

[neeeeeoposts]

i know i keep ranting about fusionfall but DUDE ITS SUCH A COOL CONCEPT AND WHY THE FUCK WAS THE GAME CANCELLED I STILL WANNA PLAY IT😭😭😭

but if u didnt know, fusionfall is a game based around an alien invasion involving cartoon network characters of the 2000s or somewhere around that time frame (if i am correct tho, the academy storyline has characters from some 2010s shows?)

by the way, major spoilers for the game ahead

but what is interesting about that is the fact on who is participating in the game. because fusionfall is a story based around the concept of an alien planet invading earth, it causes a life threatening situation for the characters we are introduced to and basically placing them into a war

AND DO YOU KNOW WHO IS IN THAT WAR??? LITERAL CHILDREN. mostly. what i want to mean by that is when you play the game or at least watch playthroughs of it, there are not adults that you meet at first, the only few adults i can count is Prof. Utonium and Father but there's probably more. Instead when you first join, youre met with younger people (depending on whether youre playing on the future or academy version, it really doesnt matter because either way youre meeting someone younger than the age of 20 when you first boot up the game)

this is interesting to me because, once again, think about who's participating in the war against Fusion. its actual kids, like the KND is actually the main supplier or weapons and transport throughout the entire game, and there are literally so many more examples i could give but i wont

but thinking about it from their persepctive, its fucking terrifying. its a literal war theyre in right now, and half of the population of Townsville (or wherever the game takes place) is either dead or somewhere else because nobody is there but them. for all they know, kids could be thinking that their parents or friends died in the invasion, or vice versa.

also, these characters had to take on a huge role at such a younge age. another example, but in the game (for the future version) once you complete the first quarter of the game and are sent back to the past you have to choose a guide to help you advance in your story. for those who dont know, guides are characters that lead four different story lines rhat can be a potential way to help you defeat Fuse at rhe end. The four guides consist of Dexter, Ben 10, Mojo Jojo and Double D.

Out of the four, double d stands out the most since for one, ben 10 and mojo jojo are like superpowered or something cause they feel actually qualified to be leaders in a war. Dexter is like the main reason that FusionFall takes place so he also makes sense to be a guide. Double D however is most likely still 12 years old (or older), still a genius n inventor, but he's just a normal kid here. you could argue that Dexter is just a kid as well, but he has such advanced technology that basically cancels that out.

what im trying to get at here, double d is literally just an average child with nothing but extra braincells he stole from his friends and more resources than usual that made him a guide. at 12. and is participating in a war. just. idk its probably that its horrifying to be a war general at such a young age??

OH AND I DIDNT EVEN BRING THIS UP YET BUT FUSIONFALL SURE AS HELL AINT AFRAID TO LET CHARACTERS DIE

in one of the versions of fusionfall, maybe the academy version?? Buttercup is presumed dead after one of the ppg fights against mojo jojo and she is shot into the sea and disappeared for like a bunch of years. Blossom and bubbles obviously had no idea shes still alive, and spent almost everyday trying to search for her until they had to give up and accept her sisters presumed death and THEN get burdened with an alien invasion (buttercup does come back tho, sorry for spoilers)

and in the future version where your character is accidentially sent far into the future where youre able to see the devastating amount of destruction the invasion can bring, you meet a lot less characters than you do when you travel back to the past. the past part of the game probably has at least over 50 characters or less im not sure, but when youre in the future theres at least 10 characters left

now im not totally sure if every character died or not, but considering the change in environment from the future and past, its not that far off from a possibility. though, it could jist be a personal headcanon for me.

but if this were true, then the game just killed off like the majority of their cast, including the main ones like Dexter and left some behind, obviously so you know what to do in the game but like imagine it from one of the characters perspectives??

eduardo is the only imaginary friend we meet in the future, so he's all alone with none of his friends there

eddy's the only kid left from the cul-de-sac like dude what

numbuh 2 and 5 are probably the only KND members we meet

Ben is still there

basically, everyone left had to watch their family and friends die and thats a little idk dark maybe for a cartoon network game?? i mean just a little-

anywho i love fusionfall its a lovely concept and i really want to talk to people about it but NONE OF MY FROENDS KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT CARTOON NETWORK AND IM GETTING SAD OF TALKING TO MYSLEF

goodbye

[timidtresleches]

I think if the RWS devs ever see the rare occasion of Dude PP fanart they wouldn't be like "oh my god! who'd do such a thing". I think they might look at it for a second and be like "you guys are being way too nice to this guy by giving him more than 3 inches of a dick" and then continue retweeting the sfw stuff

[om0000]

such a mind blower

wonder by @catfacedcat

[aetherean-alchemist]

Here's some art I made for a Cucuhalo magical girl/superhero au I'm writing with a friend :3

[pixlokita]

Does Micheal miss his glamrock amimatronic friends? Like Monty, Roxanne and chica? Or did he just see them as soulless robots :(

He does miss them but that wouldn’t be that big of a problem because he can still sorta be around them in the past …

Meet the bully friends :> aside from Becky who’d rather be doing something else than playing deadly pranks on little kids.

Pretty much only Ramona is mine ^^ I’m not that good at designing characters so I kinda snatched and tweaked my friend’s @cookieruma29 gang :> she also did the lovely coloring and shading of the arts bless TTwTT truly a lifesaver 💖

you can probably guess (or not? Wouldn’t blame you) who’s who =w=)b

[plush-rabbit]

Dabi W/ Ice Quirk!Reader

Request: Oh boy here goes nothing >.< bear with me, please. I'm a huge sucker for "opposites attract,"  so what if Dabi met someone with a persistent Ice quirk that's destroying their body (frost bite) the same way Dabi's is, as well as their surroundings? And if Dabi is resistent to ice, rather than fire, what if Dabi was the only person that could resist freezing to death when touching ice person. Bonus points if condensed oxygen helps his quirk burn hotter/faster. I'll take anything, pls and ty!!! Uwu

A/N: this took forever, but like i wanna write again, and i miss it, and lately i’ve been feeling a certain way

Word Count: 1.5K

An ice quirk on the team. Dabi thinks it’s a joke. A cruel one that the universe has just handed to him. He snorts when you tell everyone your quirk and you chose to not comment on it. He’s not the most emotionally stable person in the team, or in general, so he holds a bit of resentment towards you. He’s colder with you- one worded answers, grunts and hums in responses to your questions. You haven’t done anything wrong, but it’s your damn quirk that has him sneering at you. Where his quirk is cremation, yours is frostbite. 

Maybe Shigaraki likes to piss him off, or there was a good reason to pair you and him together, but no matter, he listens because it is the means to his goal. He keeps his head down and goes on a mission with you. It’s supposed to be simple, receive something and drop it off at another location, but heroes have followed and now they’re chasing you and him down the street. It’s the first time that he actually sees your quirk in action. You’re quick on your feet, using the ice to help you “skate” around, ice that juts up from the ground in unforgiving spikes, a snowstorm concealing the both of you enough to make a grand escape. If he weren’t so jaded, he might have actually found it nice. 

However, when you two are finally able to hide away- the drop-off location date changed due to the heroes intervening- he takes a good look at you. You’re huffing and puffing, your breaths coming out in clouds of smoke. Your nose and face are flushed and the psalm of your hands are turning into a harsh blue. Ice is stuck to your skin, and you’re slowly bending and unbending your fingers. You of course can feel him staring, and while he isn’t polite enough to ask, he just won’t ask unless it interests him. Yet, you want to fill the silence so you tell him about your quirk.

Your body wasn’t meant for this quirk. In reality, this quirk hadn’t been seen in your family for a few generations- enough to know that your cousins and aunts and uncles hadn’t had this quirk. It was a surprise when you started to make ice- not snow as some would have liked- but ice. You talked about how you made jagged statues of ice when your emotions were too much, how your skin would harden and it would take ages just for it to return to normal. How because it was a quirk thought to have died out in the family, your body wasn’t made for it. The worst of it was that your quirk was powerful, but your body wasn’t, and he tears his gaze away from you when you say that. It really is a cruel joke from the universe that he met you.

For whatever reason, he starts to treat you just a little better. He sits next to you, and gives you at least more than one word in most conversations. It’s scraps, but you take it eagerly. Due to that, you both get paired on missions together. He thinks it’s another joke from Shigaraki and the others, but you seem happy enough with it, so he doesn’t make as many remarks about it. He won’t admit it, but he prefers to have you fight with him, if only because when you activate your quirk, the cool temperature not only soothes his skin, but makes his fire burn longer and hotter. And while he hasn’t made any comment about it, he sees how you stick close to his fire, watching the ice melt off your skin and keep the blue softer than before. It’s a beneficial teamup. That’s all it is.

Of course, you can’t just have the exact opposite of his quirk- you have to be the exact opposite from him. Polite, and kind. Caring and soft. It comes in all types of forms, from giving him the parts of the meal you don’t like, to sitting next to him and having ice form around you, wilting the plants and expanding into the cracks of the concrete, just for him to cool off. You’ve become observant of him, and you watch as his own usage of his quirk makes him feverish, almost sickly. It comes in a wave at night, as he’s laying in bed, panting and head splitting open, and he thinks he’s going to die, to have his insides turn into mush and leak out of him, until the door creaks open. 

You walk in and sit beside him, cooing his name softly, and pressing your hand against his forehead. You tell him that he’s burning- that you think he really is going to melt the bed and the home that you and the League have been living in for the past few weeks. You stay with him through the night, pressing your hand against his forehead, trialing it down over to his neck where you think you see steam slip between your fingertips, and lifting to hover over his chest. Through the night, you repeat the motions, and he’s in and out of consciousness, lulled back to sleep when you shush him gently and make him just a bit colder. You can’t stay awake all through the night and inevitably pass out with your hands on his chest, your quirk still cooling him. He wakes up angry, snarling and pushing you against the wall, and you have to explain between gasps of air that you were trying to help. You’re sorry, and there are tears in your eyes. You’re trying to pry his hands off of you, nails pinching into his skin and when he sees how your hands are covered in a thick blue hue, almost as if you were wearing gloves, does he finally let go. You’re crying as you apologize, and he hates how he’s standing over you, so he squats down and tells you that he didn’t mean to be so rough. It’s not an apology, but it’s something close to one.

Guilt doesn’t eat at him, but it makes looking at you arduous. So, at night, he walks into your room. He wakes you up with a shake and you don’t attack him as he did to you, so maybe that doesn’t mean that you’re all that upset. But when you speak, you’re careful to keep your hands twisted over the covers and pressed under your shirt. He offers a solution. He hates to be indebted to others, so he offers to take your hands and warm them up. You think it’s a trick, and he makes the comment that you’d be useless if you got frostbite. It doesn’t take much for you to give him your hands, and he sits beside you after constant urging. He holds your hands and makes a soft warmth emit from his own, and a part of him aches, but you hum, and watch him through your lashes, and his body is on fire under your gaze. You sleep soundly, and he stays awake watching you and holding your hands. 

There’s no way to quite tell when it was that he started to warm up to you- when he became just a bit softer around you, when he actually wanted you to talk to him, but it happened. He likes being around you. He teases you lightly, nothing too harsh, and he listens to you ramble about why you had to be a villain, or why it seemed like the only choice despite coming from a decent family. When it’s just the two of you, sometimes fluffs of snow start to creep from where you sit, fragile ice covers the sides of the building in a thin layer with an intricate design webbed into them. It might be the first time in a long time when he thinks that ice isn’t so bad. And when the ice creeps and cracks against your face when you smile, there’s a faraway thought that you’re pretty when you smile. 

Whether the others have noticed your nightly excursions to his room, they haven’t said a thing. He, however, has said many things, but he still leaves his door unlocked for you, and a crack open for you to push in. Slowly, your quirk has been consuming your body, and it’s made it difficult to open things without needing aid. And every night without fail, you come into his room. You help cool him down, and he holds your hands in his, claiming that there is no other for you to take his warmth. A part of you has started to suspect that he likes holding hands, but you don’t dare risk that gamble. He keeps you beside him, sleeping next to you with your hands still in his, and he wakes up before you, telling you that you kick around in your sleep. And every morning, before you wake, Dabi bends your fingers for you, making sure with every move, that you haven’t woken up. He’d deny it even if you were to catch him in the act. 

[milksteakkk]

sweet fluffy treebros is great nd everything and i could totally see it but also. i think they should be a teeny bit horribly toxic

[jasonsbruce]

sometimes jason wears his old robin suit when he’s alone. it’s not the one he wore while being held captive in arkham asylum. he burned that one as soon as he escaped. it was torn, damaged and bloodstained, but that wasn’t why he destroyed it. it was because of what it represented. instead, he found an old prototype, one that bruce had designed for him but never used. it’s pristine—a version of what he could have been. a reminder of everything he lost. the suit doesn’t fit perfectly anymore. jason has grown since his days as robin; the sleeves cling too tightly to his arms, the fabric strains at the chest. but he wears it anyway, standing in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection, seeing the ghost of the boy if things had ended that day. maybe they should have. he wonders if bruce thinks the same, if bruce would rather be staring at a headstone than at what jason has become. one night, bruce catches him in the suit. jason sees him in the mirror, frozen in the doorway. their eyes lock through the reflection, and jason can’t read his expression. does bruce see a ghost, too? for a long moment, bruce says nothing—he just stares, eyes moving over jason in the suit. haunted.

“what are you doing?” bruce’s words are quiet, rough, like it pains him to get them out. “what does it look like?” jason’s tone is filled with venom and resentment. “isn’t this what you wanted? your perfect robin.” he gestures to the suit, the pristine symbol of everything he isn’t, has never been, will never be. bruce takes a step forward, but stops himself. he looks like he wants to say something, but the words seem to die before they can reach his lips. the tension is suffocating. “what’s the matter, bruce? nothing to say?” jason sneers, cutting through the silence, sharp and bitter. “or maybe you just wish i had died that day.” bruce’s eyes flash with something dark—a flicker of guilt, anger, maybe even something more. it’s everything jason wanted to drag out of him. for a moment, neither of them moves, the words hanging in the air between. and then bruce snaps, crossing the room in a few quick strides. he grabs jason, pulling him closer, his breath hot against jason’s skin, his hands almost trembling as they slide up jason’s body, his fingers tracing the tight fabric of the suit. jason leans into him, closer, his mouth brushing against bruce’s jaw. his voice is low, almost taunting, as he murmurs, “is this what i have to be for you to touch me?” bruce tenses, and for a split second, jason sees it—the crack in bruce’s perfect mask. it’s not just about the suit, not just about the robin he used to be—it’s about the tension that’s been simmering between them, left unchecked for far too long. the unspoken need that jason can feel in very touch, every glance. for a moment, bruce doesn’t move, his hands frozen on jason’s arms. jason watches him carefully, waiting, wondering if this time bruce will give in—if this time, he’ll stop pretending that everything between them is still black and white.