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DC X DP PROMPT #23
"Stop bleeding on the antique rugs, they are irreplaceable."
Danny was NOT above punting a child. Danny didn't want to be bleeding out on antique rugs. But Danny is also conscious enough to know that this is in no way his fault. It's not his fault he ended up in a cult after getting chased by GiW agents across international borders. Which was bullshit by the way - their justification was already tentative at best, and they had no business operating out of the states (they had no business operating in the states, but I digress.)
In reality, Danny only groaned at the kid.
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cleaned up some old old sketches
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exaltedfuzz · 3 days
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Lana Skye and friends
Chief + New on the Job
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The classic RFTA redraw pic
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Coffee Break
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Broke ass detective staring at your burger
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Bonus:
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cringefail-clown · 13 hours
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JAKE: Hals been quite down lately and to be honest i dont know what to do about it. Maybe you have some insight as to how i could cheer him up?
DIRK: Have you tried putting him in rice?
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Ichi: I don't understand, people who get in relationships and call each other cheap pet names. Like sugar or honey. They should raise the bar and call them expensive things.
Godzilla: Good morning my beautiful electric bills.
Mothra: I love you grocery list.
Rodan: How's going my dear student loans?
Ichi: I hate you all.
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brookriver · 18 hours
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some silly robot designs
their silly lore:
Judicator is a Predacon who survived the Cataclysm with amnesia and a damaged T-Cog; he's vaguely aware that he used to have a different altmode, and also feels a bit...out of place among others, but he sets that aside in favor of focusing on his work. Hardly anyone knows his actual name; Judicator is his title.
Vent's just a normal musician, don't worry about it! The fact that he keeps singing songs about things he couldn't possibly know about or events that have yet to occur is just happenstance; he's a very good storyteller, you know.
Leafnode is a walking, talking terminal for Vector Sigma. This drew some unwanted attention from the High Council, who upon discovering her unique traits, quickly squirreled her away for "protection".
Tayef and Ahangar are, respectively, a clerk for the High Council and an architect. Both before and after the war, actually! Ahangar's not super happy that the planet had to get the scrap kicked out of it for him to get as much work as he does now; Tayef's just happy he managed to get his old job back.
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boneywones · 7 hours
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i want people to appreciate the fact that the original universe and classic sans himself are,, like, the backbone of the multiverse
and i find it weird that some people just,, make classic and the og universe not important in fics that revolve around the multiverse.
+ i hate people that add classic as a measly side character in these type of fics if they even add him at all. it makes me mad.
i feel like im just mad that people dont make classic seem like,,, untouchable and a really important figure when he quite literally is. i feel like some sanses would understand that they wouldn’t even be existing if it werent for classic
and thank you for the godsend thats making that classic centric fic, cant wait for them to realise that hes actually the original 🙏🙏 /ot
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kbthebearcat · 2 days
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Donald realizing he has made a GRAVE ERROR in rescuing @oathborngt’s Herne.
I was debating on posting this because it was thrown together in like a few minutes and it looks like it hgnghgn☠️ But it does make me laugh and it made Oath laugh too so maybe it’ll do the same for some others….😅 The original audio is from Regular Show by the way, and taken from here!
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voxaholic · 8 hours
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A small extract of a wip.
Alastor will happily insult Vox to his face but when Vox isn’t present, when there is only the possibility he could hear, he has to do it vaguely enough that only Vox will pick up on it.
Can’t let other people think that he has Vox on the mind when Vox isn’t even present.
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deeneedsaname · 2 days
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I want Tech to be alive so bad…Idk I felt like his death in s2 didn’t hae much build up, though you could argue there was a lot of focus on him in s2, but I don’t think there was build up to his *death*. Maybe that was on purpose? I know some think that he shouldn’t be alive, that it would cheapen his death, etc — IDC !!!! I want my boy alive!!!
Not only that, but it feels weird that for a show about the bad batch, we barely got any time with all of them together? Crosshair was gone almost immediately, and Tech’s gone almost as soon as he’s back. And yet despite losing a member of the squad entirely, I feel like apart from the goggles, they’ve barely alluded to Tech being gone? Which I feel is weir whether he’s dead for good or coming back. Idk everything about his death writing wise feels weird to me so far.
Idk, im rambling. But the gist of it is I don’t think him being back would cheapen his sacrifice. The show is about the squad, and I want it to at least end with all of them being together again.
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liianliann · 1 day
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Is the lamb going to be a minor for all of eternity?
At which age are they no longer a lamb, but a sheep?
Or are they never going to become a sheep and stay a lamb forever since they are the new god of death aka immortal now?
Then when will they be considered an adult?
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raayllum · 2 days
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1x02 / 4x08
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hey! saw you had a post asking for requests and I had an idea.
can you please write a Vox x Reader thing where Vox is feeling insecure due to either Alastor or Valentino and reader comforts him & reassures him that he's good enough? maybe with cuddles at the end?
thank you! love your writing so much btw :)
- someone who is also an intense Vox simp
Upgrades (Insecure!Vox x Reader)
Thank you! I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it! I had an idea and kinda ran with it, so it may be a bit different than expected. Feel free to request again, especially if this wasn’t what you were looking for!
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It’s all about image.
Vox is a loud, confident man. Everyone knows that much. He’s outgoing, social, charismatic.. He’s not afraid to stifle a rumor at a moments notice. He has no qualms about taking out the trash when necessary- and in business, it was often necessary.
“-is nothing working?”
“ignore his chirping!”
Business is all about image. It comes with its pros and cons, its rises and falls. A little risk is a natural part of it. You've got to have some skin in the game if you want to win. Business was all about the ups and downs. Sometimes it seemed as though it was an endless path down, to Vox
“Everyday he's got a new format!”
Vox is a man of change. Keeping up with the latest trends and slang. He’s not afraid to make sacrifices- it’s all apart of business, after all. He’s always looking for a new upgrade.
“You’re all bark and no bite, Voxy… just another lap dog, aren’t you?”
Vox is loud— attention seeking
Vox tasks risk— he’s got nothing to lose
Vox is a man of change— eager to please the masses
Vox is… insecure
It’s all about image.
When Vox summoned me to his office, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. As his assistant, I had grown accustomed to his mood swings and occasional bouts of self-doubt, but something about this felt different, more intense.
The tension in the air was palpable as I made my way down the dimly lit corridor toward Vox’s office. I could sense his unease from the moment I entered the room, his usual air of confidence replaced by an aura of vulnerability.
“Vox?” I asked, stepping into his office. I gently closed the door behind me and walked over to him.
“Ah! There you are, darling,” Vox said, spinning around in his chair to face me. He wore a wide grin, cables stretched from all around the room to the back of his head. “I need your help with a few upgrades. Hand me that tablet, would you?”
“Vox,” I began softly, crossing the room to stand beside him. I gave him the tablet but didn’t leave. “Are you alright?”
“I, uh..” Vox faltered for a moment. His normally vibrant eyes were dull with self-doubt, and I could see the weight of his insecurities pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He took the tablet, his expression a mask of determination as he worked on those ‘upgrades’. But the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow betrayed the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
"I've been thinking," Vox began, his voice hesitant. "About what they said. About me being too eager to please, too willing to change myself for others."
My heart sank at the vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion that he rarely showed to anyone. It was a side of Vox that few were privileged to see, and it filled me with a sense of urgency to help him.
"I understand why you might feel that way, Vox," I said softly, moving closer to him. "But you don't need to change who you are to please others. You're perfect just the way you are."
My heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, the weight of his insecurities threatening to crush him. “Vox, you’re perfect just the way you are,” I said again, trying to get it through to him, my voice firm with conviction. “You don’t need to change for anyone else.”
He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I thought if I could just get rid of these flaws, these annoying feelings, I’d be better. But I don’t know… I just- I need some upgrades, and I’ll be right as rain!”
I reached out to him, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. “Vox, you don’t need to change who you are to please others,” I insisted, my voice unwavering. “You’re already perfect in my eyes.”
For a moment, Vox seemed to waver, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, with a soft sigh, he leaned into my touch, his walls crumbling in the face of my unwavering support.
He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, reaching out to take his hand in mine. "I do, Vox. You're brilliant, talented, and incredibly charismatic. You tell the best jokes, you have always have shark facts! I love you shark facts. You don't need to change a single thing about yourself."
For a moment, Vox seemed lost in thought, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. But then, with a shaky exhale, he leaned into my touch, his shoulders relaxing as he allowed himself to be vulnerable.
"I just... I don't want to be seen as weak," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
"You're not weak, Vox," I assured him, squeezing his hand gently. "You're strong, resilient, and capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. And I'll be here to support you every step of the way."
With those words, a small smile tugged at the corners of Vox's lips. And in that moment, as we sat together in the quiet comfort of his office, I saw him cry for the first time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, wiping away his tears, his voice barely audible. "I just... I don't know… I’m sorry..."
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace. "It's okay," I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I love you.”
And as we sat there together, enveloped in the warmth of each other's embrace, I knew that no amount of insecurities could ever change the depth of my love for Vox. I held him close, rubbing his back. I gave him soft kisses and whispered reassurances, keeping my arms wrapped around him all the same. I wanted him to know that I loved him, flaws and all.
“Thank you, I…. I needed that. Thank you,” Vox mumbled, his face buried against me. He held me tighter. “I love you too.”
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thunder-threnodies · 3 days
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WOE BABY HIRAM BE UPON YEE
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@esteemed-excellency
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wrencatte · 2 days
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Here's the thing. Cal is nosey af. He can't help it. The Force more or less wants him to experience stronger echoes, they call to him and practically wave their hands shouting "look at me!" And the smaller ones? He can shield himself but it's not so air tight.
So if he can't ignore the echoes ("It's the will of the Force, Master," he said, only half-jokingly. Master Tapal believed him - tentatively at first, but then the Incident happened and, well, the entire battalion learned very quickly what "the will of the Force" meant for Cal Kestis.)
Yeah, can't ignore the echoes. But you know what he can ignore?
Locked doors.
They're locked for a reason, okay? And yeah sure, he may have sliced a few here and there, actually sliced with his lightsaber even more, but, for the most part, he's been trained and expected to respect a locked door. So what if it would probably open a short cut for him? It's locked and he has no real reason to ignore the long way 'round if it means he can go exploring.
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killapunk · 1 year
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Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!
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