#will probably make a master post

[doublxpresso]

『So... This guy's been clingy』

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[twoshotsoffandom]

I think about this more often than I think is normal

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

If I was in a lucid dream with a ghost, I would simply impress them with my blunt rolling skills

[day-azevir]

It had been two hours since Tango had dropped him off at his apartment. Two hours since he had heard Tango's voice. Two hours since Tango wished him goodnight. Two hours since he watched Tango drive off and wished the night could be longer. Two hours of desperately trying not to think about it.

Unfortunately for Etho, he just could not stop thinking about it.

Thinking about it? Who was he kidding. Etho couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

Etho couldn’t stop thinking about Tango.

Why him? If Etho were to count up the hours, he technically sees Gem and Bdubs more often. He’d met them first too - so why Tango specifically? Maybe, Etho thought, it was his humor. How Tango always made him snort beneath his mask and could crack his smile with ease. Or perhaps how passionate he was about everything. Tango seemed to be driven in everything he did; from hockey to cooking and even the mundane things like board games or his motorcycle. Right, his motorcycle. Even after crashing and burning Tango got up and continued to live as if nothing occurred - could it be his fearlessness and perseverance? Maybe even his intelligence. Tango never seemed to flaunt it, but Etho knew well enough that he was a genius. The way his mind moved faster than his mouth, making Tango stutter in a way that softened Etho with every syllable.

And those are only the things he knew about Tango, what about all the things he didn’t? Etho had learned a lot about him since going to the rink and spending time with him outside of it - like his love for dogs and programming, his irrational fear of rabbits, his complicated family life - but Etho knew there was more. He wanted to know more.

Etho wanted to know Tango's days; how they start, how they end, how he navigates through them. The things that tick him off, the things that make him smile. What his plans were for the next weeks, months, even years if Etho could be so lucky to find out. Where he wanted to go, what he wanted to see. Etho wanted to know the sound of Tango's footsteps, to recognize his warmth. To know how he feels and if he likes to be held.

If he would give Etho the honor of holding him.

Would that be too much to ask? Did Tango even like him like that? This wasn't something Etho had any experience in - romance was never a focus for him - but now? Maybe Tango was just being nice. But then again, maybe there was more. Surely he wouldn’t spend so much time with Etho if he didn’t like him a little bit, right? He didn’t really have a point of reference for any of this. What even was any of this? Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe Etho was just seeing things that weren’t there.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

It had been five hours since Tango had dropped him off at his apartment. Five hours since he had heard Tango's voice. Five hours since Tango wished him goodnight. Five hours since he watched Tango drive off and wished the night could be longer.

Five hours of hopelessly thinking about him.

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Hot Take:

The Batfam isn't real. It's just the Wayne Family playing DnD and their characters are just their alter ego. Bruce is the DM, but Dick and Cass didn't want him to feel left out, so they created Batman. The campaign gets worse and worse the longer they play. On top of that- they also get just as ridiculous.

Everytime Robin "dies," it gets passed and then a new hero arises. At one point Bruce gets so confused as to what's happening that he just stops running the show and the kiddos start running it (hence him being lost in time.) After a while Dick can't keep up and Bruce comes back as DM.

Their worst monster? Joker.

Their favorite anti-hero? It's a toss up between Red Hood and Catwoman.

Tim is still upset that he almost died. Jason's upset that his family is pit against him for the longest of time. Dick is annoyed that Cass is better than him. Steph has made an alliance with Cass and Duke. Damian is still understanding the game.

And Alfred?

Alfred is somehow winning despite not *actually* playing.

Nobody knows how. Or why.

The game gets worse when the campaign grows and somehow everyone BUT Dick has a Superman.

("IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT MY FAULT KARA HAS A GRUDGE AGAINST ME!"

"You're just a sore loser, Grayson."

*Dick tries to jump the table but is stopped by Jason and Wally*)

Somehow, Tim becomes the leader of a group and Kon is following blindly.

Damian has to drag Jon out of SO many scenarios because Jon didn't listen.

Cass and Steph somehow always get out of scenarios because they use the "innocent," card.

(Everyone hates it.)

The game never finishes. Especially when the others come along.

[bookatans]

After reading Dooku: Jedi Lost it's so hard not to get stuck on how his closest mentors happened to be on the opposite side of a very complex spectrum and how that has just as much to do with the way Dooku's opinions of both the Jedi and the Republic were formed as much as his years of messaging Jenza.

On one hand, you have Yoda, who we all know. "Wise and inscrutable," as Sifo-Dyas put it. Yoda is the picture of what a Jedi is supposed to aspire to be. He is the be all, end all of Jedi-hood. Under Yoda's teaching, Dooku was placed in a position where he forced himself to be the best — already an issue he faced before becoming a padawan.

On the other, you have Lene Kostana. From the first time meet her in the audiobook, they tell you that Lene Kostana is someone that the Jedi Council scrutinize and don't take seriously. Her interests in Sith history are seen as irrelevant more than they seem dangerous. Everyone is blind to the idea that the Sith could make a return, while she's preparing herself for a potential – and, to her, ineviteable – ressurection of the Sith.

In a perfect world, these two opposing forces would create a balance where Dooku might be able to learn from two teachers whose ideals might clash, but could ultimately be interwoven to form something coherent.

But this isn't a perfect world. From the very beginning, Dooku already has conflicts of interest, and they only add on over time. He's in contact with Jenza – a sister a Jedi is not supposed to have–, he struggles with an attachment to Sifo-Dyas, he has a tendency to let his emotions get the better of him.

Of course, all padawans have struggles that they have to face, but Dooku's are exacerbated by a couple of facts: Yoda is an absent Master when his responsibilities to the Council override his teaching, and Lene – who Dooku already knows is different, who Dooku originally wanted as his Master! – is the one who continues to mentor him when that happens.

Lene Kostana is not a perfect master. Of course, neither is Yoda, but Lene makes her deviation from the typical Jedi known and doesn't shy away from it. She's unapologetic in her search for Sith history, and while Dooku might find that fascinating, we as the readers can see where the faults lay, where that obsession begins to override everything and begin that rift in Dooku's faith and trust in the Jedi.

They suffer a traumatizing experience that unquestionably affects Dooku and makes Sifo-Dyas' visions worse, and what does Lene do? She asks Dooku to keep this a secret from the Council, because the Council already wants her to stop what she's doing. Then, when Sifo's visions do continue to get worse, she asks Dooku to hide it and places in him the fear that the Jedi will do something terrible to Sifo-Dyas, like institutionalize him. Lene tells him over and over again that the Jedi Council is not perfect either– tells him to be weary of them, that they''re afraid.

In contrast, when a situation comes up where the Council do find out about something else that's against the Code within the Jedi, Yoda tells Dooku that they would've helped had they been trusted and known, but Dooku doesn't believe him. He's even shocked and disillusioned by the Jedi taking legal matters into their own hands.

This isn't to say Lene's influence or Yoda's paragon status shaped Dooku into what he became. Everyone had a hand in that, Dooku himself most of all. Circumstances fell into place to create that path. Ultimately, it was Dooku's own hubris that became his downfall.

But, shit, having those two wildly different people to guide him sure as hell didn't make it any better.

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

I know the book describes Blinksy as like

an inherently depressing man with a failing business

but I decided it'd be way funnier if he's super-chipper and friendly and completely oblivious to the fact that his toys are super-creepy and that normal kids probably wouldn't want them

so in my game I turned him from a sad clown to a man genuinely delighted by monsters and living the dream making all his morbid toys and--ACTUALLY now that I think about it I think I just turned him into Guillermo del Toro

[wyvernity]

wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP

[doodloodles]

In light of Rogue's brief return I feel like I should throw my theory that the mysterious someone he lost was a previous incarnation of the Doctor in the ring before canon confirms or debunks it. Specifically one of their lost lives that got wiped considering they don't (consciously) recognize him—like with Anansi's daughter. Assuming Rogue isn't somebody we already knew with a new look

[itz-pandora]

It's awesome when Sonic games subtly build off each other

[asknillamilkfam]

Welcome to the Blog!

Better late than never to post this - Hello! This blog focuses on the relationship of Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie and their twin daughters, Blue Cream Cookie and Vanilla Bean Cookie!

My name is Mio (she/her; 30) , and I'm the mod for the blog! I made it just for fun and to explore the dynamic of SDVN in the situation of being parents! If that content isn't your cup of tea, kindly move on.

Important things to note;

Please do not send any suggestive or inappropriate asks about the children. Any such asks will be deleted. Suggestive asks between Shadow Milk & Pure Vanilla are fine as long as they don't directly involve the children.

On that note, this blog may occasionally have suggestive content; it will always be tagged and will never contain explicit nudity or heavy NSFW. I may also delve into topics of self-harm and eating disorders based on my head canons for characters; any kind of topic that is covered that may potentially be triggering will be warned about at the beginning of a post.

This blog will contain my personal head canons and preferences in regards to ships, sexualities, gender identities, etc. If there is something you disagree with, that's fine! But I'll stick to using my preferences for things! Thank you for understanding!

Fanart of content of this blog and of the OCs included is ALWAYS welcomed and much, much MUCH loved and appreciated 💕

I do work full time in education, so there may be times when it takes a bit to get asks out; I apologize in advance!

Enjoy the blog and thank you for reading!!

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[kanerallels]

Ok, since you opened it up to AU requests from other fandoms, and since you've been TGE-posting the last two days . . . I would LOVE to see a snippet of Maia and co. (any "and co" will do, but my first choice is Csethiro or Beshelar and Cala) in a SW AU. (Also do not feel pressured to do this. I recognize it is kind of borderline on the list of what prompts you're looking for. I'm just. I think it sounds fun.)

OH MY GOSH friend. I was literally JUST thinking about this idea. Like yesterday. This is more a set up for the au than anything else but enjoy it all the same, there is a good chance I snap and write an addition later on:

When Emperor Palpatine died suddenly (from what, it was still unknown. A failure of the heart in his sleep, poison, assassination from enemies both close at hand or mysterious were all explored and summarily rejected), the Senate went into an uproar trying to determine his heir. The Empire had only been a true Empire for fifteen years—the succession rules were unclear, to say the least. There were those who campaigned for a political replacement, for a new election.

But those closest to Emperor Palpatine claimed to know his will. That his rule would be passed on to his closest kin, his half nephew. There was much murmuring over who this half nephew was. They knew of the half brother—a proud man who, unlike his fellow Nabooans, put no stock in the beauty of art and craftsmanship, but seemed to relish the art of war and profit.

However, Varenechibel (for so he was called) had died in a ship crash earlier that year, along with his three eldest sons. The fourth remained—a half human boy of eighteen, who had been raised by a distant cousin on an Outer Rim planet, safely out of the way.

He was out of the way no longer, and rumors flew thick and fast about this Maia Drazhar—whether he would be a ruler like his uncle, if the stories of his mother were true, calling the boy himself an inbred fool who would run their Empire into the ground. Very few had any faith in him, and most hoped that Mas Amedda, the Emperor’s Grand Vizier, would steer him in the right direction.

Some, like Senator Organa or Senator Berenar, seemed to hold out hope. Though when the boy himself finally appeared—tall and awkward and dark-skinned, accompanied by his scowling guardian and an elegant looking Twi’lek man who was as pale as the new Emperor was dark—hope did seem to flicker out. It would seem, it was remarked, that Mas Amedda had his puppet after all.

This all changed a month into the new Emperor’s—who, in Naboo fashion, had chosen a ruling name of Edrehasivar—rule, during which he hired two bodyguards of decidedly non-human descent, politely ignored Mas Amedda’s every suggestion, and began quietly ruling in a way that would have made Palpatine’s heart, should he have possessed one, quail with rage and horror.

The general Senate was up in arms, Bail Organa found himself positively delighted, and a young Umbaran woman, whose family was currently in negotiations of a personal sort with the Emperor, was revising her opinions rather rapidly. Csethiro Ceredin hadn’t expected much of Emperor Edrehasivar. What she had expected had been disproved, and she found she would be very interested to see what came of the Emperor’s rule.

She was far from the only one.

[pezhead]

AGE GAP AU MASTER POST

AU where the 2012 boys are all different ages~

OVERVIEW ~ 1ST POST ~ AU TAG ~ ART ONLY TAG ~ ART: NOT MINE

Rise Crossover: QUADRUPLETS ~ SPLINTERS ~

Competition(s) related AU TAG ~

CTIYS: LINEART ~ ENTRIES ~

[wikitpowers]

kitty and merthur parallels bc i'm sad pt.1 (beware of spoilers!)

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[zwodder-softdrink]

I wanted to enter this into @head---ache’s DTIYS because I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone when I’m drawing

Close ups below the cut!

(I was proud of the font lol)

HAPPY 5K!!!!!!!!!

Edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING CORD.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I’m in a Hero of Shadow of mood but don’t have time to write SO hope y’all don’t mind me reblogging a ton of stuff with him <3