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nerdpoe · 4 months

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To prove to Jason that Bruce replaced him, Talia hacks a CCTV livefeed of Batman with his new Robin. But she mildly fucked up.

Because it's also got audio, and it's very clearly catching Bruce telling the new Robin that he doesn't need a Robin, and that the kid needs to go the fuck home.

It catches the new Robin do something completely unhinged in response to that, along the lines of solving a case right then and there to prove a point, and then jumping through a window into a gunfight before Bruce has even processed what he said.

"I mean," Jason starts tentatively, looking very Concerned, "At least that's one way to make sure the kid doesn't get himself killed, if he's got a minder."

The plan backfires, spectacularly.

Now Jason is concerned about this new Robin, and keeps filling Damian's head with ideas.

Ideas like Damian needs to force Drake to go to bed, Damian should help Jason make sure Drake eats more, Damian should help Batman hide trackers on Drake, Damian should get an adult if it looks like Drake is about to do something stupid.

Basically, instead of clearing the path for Damian to take the mantle of Robin, Damian is instead being taught to care for Drake like one would a domesticated wild animal.

#dcau #batman #red robin #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #talia al ghul #damian comes into the picture with tranqs aimed at tim instead of katana #their relationship is still very antagonistic #but for wildly different reasons now #jason's attack on titans tower was more along the lines of #showing up at the tower with guns loaded with tranqs #sure he broke both of Tim's legs #but it was out of concern #the kid needs to take a vacation while the adults talk #and by talk jason means force bruce to choose between joker and jason #bruce chooses joker #doesn't get to throw the batarang at jason because tim chose that moment to come on the comms #and starts shouting in bruce's ear to give the comm to red hood #bruce flinches and misthrows the batarang #cuts off the jokers ear instead #jason laughs so hard he drops the joker #it's part hysterical laughter and part actual laughter #bruce is trying to give first aid and shouting at jason to STOP LAUGHING #crackfic #crackprompt

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mipexch · 9 months

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their first flight

#can’t take a long vacation without bringing my little guys along. it’s an obligation to take cute photos with then #them*#youll see more. mayhaps #hollow was made by forrksie! go look at their stuff :) lovely people #thk

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poirott · 5 months

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AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT 1x06 "Triangle at Rhodes"

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pinkd3mon · 9 months

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I may not be able to go to the beach this summer so I wanted myself favorite characters to enjoy themselves

#kirby #kots #kirby of the stars #kirby fanart #hoshi no kirby #taranza #kirby taranza #galacta knight #Kirby Galacta #kirby galacta knight #don't ask about the combination of these two particular characters #i just think they've been through enough and deserve a vacation #i also think they would get along...#can you tell i first forgot about Taranza's horns #and then i kind of had to put them there like i could #i actually live extremely near a beach but if I went there i would melt #heatstrokes have been risen lately keep safe everyone drink water and stuff #heatstrokes hopefully don't exist on the kirby universe and they can chill

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lurafita · 1 month

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Why Izzy can’t wear extreme cut pants

Scenario for those: https://www.insider.com/carmar-denim-extreme-cut-out-jeans-sold-out-waitlist-2018-5

My suggestion:

Izzy browsing through a magazine, seeing these pants

Izzy: "Oh, those are cute."

Magnus: "Oh, Isabelle, dear, you can't wear those."

Izzy: "What? Why not?"

Magnus: "Because then Simon and Jace would land in jail."

Izzy: "Why?"

Magnus: "Well, if you wore those pants, Alexander's big brother instincts would get triggered, and he would kill anyone who made crude comments."

Alec: "True."

Magnus: "Then he would get arrested. Jace would try to break him out, and fail, earning him a spot in prison as well. I would successfully break Alexander out of jail, but likely forget about Jace. Which would for some reason prompt Simon to try to break Jace out, which would of course, fail. So then both Simon and Jace would be in prison, while Alexander and I would languish in my vacation home on a spanish little island, where no one would bother us and-... Now that I think about it, how about I buy these pants for you?"

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #izzy lightwood #alec is just nodding along to all of it #there are worse ways to get an uninterrupted vacation #probabaly

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camels-pen · 1 month

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completely unrelated thought to literally anything i've been doing today:

canon Sanji getting swapped with a Sanji from a genderswap AU. key point is that everyone's p much the same personality wise

there are crises going on. but mostly for canon Sanji lmao

this includes:

Luffy still likes to walk around w/ an open shirt

Franky also still likes to walk around w/ an open shirt

Usopp, guess what, also likes to walk around w/ an open shirt

granted, Usopp at least wears crop tops sometimes

Brook looks pretty much the same except for speaking mannerisms / voice pitch; startles the hell out of Sanji bc he keeps expecting it to be his Brook until a Skull Joke comes out of those chuckling teeth

The knee jerk reaction to Robin and Nami keeps crossing wires- one moment Sanji will just register a guy in his peripheral but not who he's speaking to and cuss and complain and shit. then the realization will kick in and he'll be caught up trying to apologize, but then wondering if he does need to apologize because uh, Nami and Robin are guys here right?? and they're not his Nami and Robin, but at the same time he can't just be rude to Nami and Robin-

he ends up staring into space for a while thinking in circles about it

Zoro is now of the gender he typically dotes on

"H-Hey, Moss-chan-"

"Don't call me that"

"Right. You want a smoothie?"

"I'm not gonna fuck you."

Usopp is the easiest to dote on, followed by Chopper, Franky, and Luffy. funny thing is, aside from Zoro, none of them have complained about/refused said doting. Sanji is reassuring himself that his list doesn't mean anything. he's not falling for Usopp just because of a pair of tits. that'd be ridiculous. after all his Usopp has got plenty big tits already-

he slams his head into a wall trying to forget that thought

also. he has no outlet for any frustration/anger/overwhelming feelings because he's got his code of chivalry thing. so he can't fight Zoro and he doesn't want to fight Robin or Nami. he starts smoking more to compensate, but then he either runs out or Chopper intervenes and gets him to promise to limit his use

in short. suffering.

This Nami and Robin do notice though & while Nami very much does not want to fight Sanji on account of, yknow, not wanting any broken bones or terrible injuries, Robin on the other hand-

He knew it'd help Sanji and it'd be nice to have a sparring partner to practice the more deadly things he can do on someone who can handle it, so he's kinda like "if it'll help, i don't mind sparring"

Sanji is caught between "oh fuck yes, finally someone to kick" and "I CANT HURT ROBIN-KUN"

the sparring ends up very pathetic on Sanji's side of things- think his fight with Kalifa but without him trying to bluff and looking openly stressed- Usopp listens to Sanji's woes about it later while she tinkers on inventions lmao

Usopp is also oddly clingy with Sanji, more so than his own Usopp. However, Sanji doesn't even bother thinking about it, just happy to soak up all the affection. He always has some sort of crisis thinking about his own Usopp later though.

Zoro, and I cannot stress this enough, is a woman. a buff, sweaty, mossball of a woman.

so yeah, suffering.

fem sanji, on the other hand:

having the time of her life

proud bisexual woman going "dear god, so many hot guys- wait shit, is that mosshead"

starts getting "overly friendly" with Usopp- laying his head in her lap, playing with his hair, carrying him around, calling him pet names, making him special snacks, etc.

everyone else puts it together real quick, except Usopp. who doesn't realize the answer until fem Sanji gives him a goodbye kiss on the cheek before going to prep for dinner

The answer: fem Usopp and fem Sanji are dating

fem Sanji: he's Usopp, therefore he's my partner in this flipped world, therefore I gotta treat him right while his own Sanji isn't here

Usopp wants to tell her the truth. but also. doesn't.

he is a mix of guilt and happiness every time he doesn't speak up and gets some gesture of love from her

in conclusion: one way or another, there is suffering all around <3

#one piece #sanji #usopp #genderbend au #nemotime #fem sanuso #sanuso #<- bet you thought i wouldn't be adding that tag when u started reading huh? well think again sanuso is always on the brain #in my most self indulgent heart sanji has a Realization tm from hanging with fem usopp #& when he gets back to his usopp he kisses him full on the lips no hesitation #the other self indulgent part says sanji finally gets Something through his thick skull #and starts trying not to act so different w/ folks based on gender #fem sanji doesn't learn anything though she's just along for a fun ride lmaooo #there is. possibility for angry/embarrassing 'actually i'm not dating my sanji' reveal #or a similar 'hey maybe dont change behaviour based on gender' realization but ehhh #i just want fem sanji having a blast and basically getting a vacation from her own crew. dunno why just want that for her #also. im working on my sanusoweek stuff i prommy

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merakiui · 1 year

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thinking about the housewardens, but they’re an idol group and you’re their manager. OTL they all vie for your attention, but you’re too busy balancing manager work to even notice that their gestures are more romantic and flirtatious than friendly. they’re always making eye contact with you when they’re in the recording studio, sometimes even smiling or winking when they know you’re looking. and when you aren’t around, they’re bickering over how some of them spend too much time with you compared to the others.

so imagine their surprise when they realize that they don’t know much about their manager’s private life. with seven idols, each with varying levels of fortune and all incredibly influential, it isn’t that difficult to pry. and when they learn you’re actually in a relationship, they’re all stunned. their manager is always working, so they never considered you’d have time for dating, much like how their agency forbids them from seeking romance. they always thought they might have a chance.

it was one thing to compete amongst themselves, but now they have to compete with your actual lover. this simply won’t do. they’ll have to find a way to have you all to themselves, and with the world practically at their fingertips it shouldn’t be too much of a challenge to achieve their precious manager’s heart, even if they must play a little dirty.

#meraki mumbles #housewarden idol au #yandere twst #imagine you're dating rollo who is the most normal compared to all of them #he's not rich or influential like them #so when the housewardens look into him and his background and find he's just a boring guy with a boring life (or so they think)#they're all like 'this is the man who's stolen manager's heart???? really?? a man who's probably blander than the blandest bread??????'#they're quite salty >:(#housewardens: so there's seven of us and one of him... we can put him in a coffin before manager even suspects anything :)#omg imagine they pay for a vacation for you and are fully expecting you to invite one (or all) of them along for the trip #and then you go with rollo and they're like -___-#the housewardens might not know of your private life but then you also hardly know them >:)#too many thoughts... orz

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mishapen-dear · 7 months

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i know too fucking much about qsmp badboyhalo.

#and also. not enough #that one big summary of his Deal was like . 1k words.#and it brushed over so much shit #like his trust issues and the vacation arc and his criminal background (on qsmp) and the way he was the first to take protecting the #eggs seriously and i dont even KNOW enough about his relationship with maxo and the french that is a big blindspot for me but bad and max #(and foolish?) og founders of the theory bros the first people who started questioning cucurucho and then the french his family the people #who keep proving to be on his side over and over and i love it when he hangs out with pierre and talks create #and when he chills with antoine and helps fix the big spinning ring #and his WEIRD warrior's bond with etoiles (bad always gets along with the protectors have you noticed that #forever was the second big egg protector and baghera took care of pomme from the start and cellbit threw himself to the feds to try to help #the island and etoiles took the weight of the code attacks from bad's shoulders to his own in entirety. he respects them all a lot and i am #chewing him to pieces)#and his relationship with baghera!!!! she can read him so so well and he fucking trusts her enough to be dapper's mom #he may have felt weird about it and was jealous and :c because tahts HIS dapper but #he didn't kill her about it #or really do anything to discourage it #and he noticed her tear streaks and her leg and got Worried about the federation 'fixing' her and #genuinely he was so so happy when he realized she was back he went !!! mode #look. LOOK at these fucking tags. look back at the post. i can Keep Talking.#my point remains i know too fucking much about qsmp badboyhalo #shit and i didn't even TALK about his weird bullshit with foolish #i need a giant corkboard

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hotwings-incorrect-quotes · 1 year

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*league of villains on the train*

toga, as the train starts to roll: ok, let’s gooooo!

shigaraki: everyone has their ticket?!

all lov: yes!

shigaraki: good

twice: hawks, did you pack all the important stuff you’d need for a seaside trip?

hawks: *pointing on luggage rack*

luggage rack:

twice: oh

hawks: i took a grill

dabi: YOUUUU LITTLE- i’ll grill YOU chicken!

hawks: love you too

artwork source: @viiinz

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tomsmusictaste · 2 months

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Alternative Bands + Car Crashes

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rawliverandgoronspice · 5 months

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because I just... draw ganondorf's OoT outfit a lot right now, and it's Quite Something as we all know, I was cursed by the thought that I find absolutely hilarious that, while he wears dignified long robes and ornate armor every time he's actively at war with hyrule, his most risqué picks, combined with body types that demand a ton of effort to maintain, both happen in games where part of his plans involve trying to convince a hylian king that he is very uwu and not a threat at all whatsoever :3333

and he was right, because it works. both times.

#thoughts #shitpost #ganondorf #oot #totk #maybe the femme fatale angle was indeed baked within the character all along #every time I draw him in full I'm like “why are you like this!!!!”#because he's smarter than me that's why #checkmate myself #also.... I think it's an angle gerudos would think of going for when attempting to deceive a hylian given The Weird Lore #so why would he think he is any different...... it *would* be a strategy that works at home too.....#sorry I have slept like 3 hours my brain keep on thinking I should wake up before 5 in the morning even though I'm on vacation

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rotworld · 6 months

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31: Dead End

(previous)

even after everything that's happened, you are still a child of the road.

->contains brief body horror/parasite appearance.

You don’t dream, but you don’t feel awake. Everything is soft. Hazy. You’re falling, or maybe you’re floating, and everything is dark. There’s a voice somewhere far away, muffled wailing. Something stirs the water around you. A hand finds your arm and another joins it, pulling you to the surface. There’s light, bright and blinding. You squint and try to cover your eyes but your limbs are weak and heavy. You feel yourself draped against someone, your arm slung over their shoulder. You can’t walk. They drag you slowly across the floor and up a flight of stairs, one step at a time.

Then there’s another hand. Another voice. Someone else slides against your other side and you’re moving faster now, your feet knocking against the steps. You smell blood. Death. You hear footsteps. Shadows pass overhead like clouds. Someone touches your face and you lean into the warmth of their palm. Your vision is still blurry. Your head feels like it’s full of water. One of the steps crumbles away and you’re shifted, moved around a hole in the floor.

You smell fresh air. Sea breeze. The salt of the ocean. Home. There’s a fullness in your heart you’ve never felt before, a bone-deep certainty. This is home. You’ve finally made it, after all this time. Stairs turn to carpet and carpet to tile, and finally you feel the scrape of concrete. You’re outside and there are people all around you, laying you down in something soft and grainy. Sand? It feels nice.

“...shift shock, probably. Must’ve been right at the center…”

“...still breathing, it’s just shallow…”

“...things on their neck? Are those…”

You open your eyes again and the world is still a gray smear, but you see a cloudy sky. Drift fog. People crowding around, talking quietly. You groan, struggling to sit up. There are hands on your back, your shoulder, the back of your head, cradling you gently and helping you sit up. Jamie is closest, wide-eyed and weeping, Iridesce keeping them steady with a hand on their shoulder. Malachi is on your other side, letting out a long, relieved breath, and Glenn is right beside him with a grin on his face. The Singer kneels in front of you, his pearlescent mandibles lifting slightly in happiness. They’re all worn and ragged, covered in blood, but they’re here with you, alive.

“Where—?” You can’t quite get the words out, your throat feeling raw.

“We’re still in Anchor,” Iridesce says, smiling wryly. “It has a stunning coastline, believe it or not. For all their talk of normalcy, half the anchorware in the city was only there to maintain all the construction they put over the natural landscape.”

“That last shift split the city apart. Half of it fell into the ocean. Good riddance, honestly,” Glenn mutters.

At the mention of the ocean, you glance at the water. The tide is coming in, each wave caressing the beach climbing slowly higher, closer to your toes. Something stirs not far from shore, a ripple emanating from a growing shadow. Something colossal breaks the surface, sprinkling water across the beach like rain. You stare up in shock. The thing—your kin—smiles down at you, no longer in the dark.

“Finally,” he whispers. His voice is just the way you remember it from your dreams but even sweeter now, low and velvety. “I get to see you here, where you came from.” Like John Doe, his body is complex and always moving, tendrils and bristle-like hairs all swaying slightly, as though following the motions of a current. He only has one visible eye, the other half of his face concealed by a draping, curtain-like membrane, curling and colorful like part of a jellyfish bell. He drops slightly, bringing his face closer to you. A ribbon-like tentacle extends towards you, curling out of the water. You reach out and it curls around your fingers gently, a suckling kiss to your palm.

“I remembered how to breathe,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says proudly.

“Am I going to change?”

“You have always been what you are. Now, you will see what I have always seen.”

You’re aware of the others behind you; the Singer and Glenn on the shore. Malachi and Iridesce standing in the wet sand. Jamie, wading in deeper, splashing behind you. They stop just short of touching you. The air is tense with words they want to say. “Would it be hard?” you ask. “If I kept going…”

“You will need to be careful. Diving too far, too fast will still harm you until you have fully adjusted. Shall I stay in the shallows with you for now?”

You lower your hand. The tendril follows like an affectionate animal, still seeking your touch. “No, I mean…if I kept going here. On land. Will I stop being able to breathe the air?”

He tilts his head, his gaze softening. “No. You will need to keep your gills damp, but…” You expect him to be angry, but he chuckles. “Truly? You are leaving? Lorne will be disappointed.”

“I’ll come back,” you promise him. You’ve never meant it more than before. “I want to. Maybe I’ll even stay, someday. But right now, I…”

“You are the closest thing I have to kin in this world. I understand. You must go where the current takes you. This is also our way.” The tentacle slips away with one last affectionate squeeze of your fingers, vanishing beneath the surface. He makes a rumbling sound—a song you remember from the ferry, calling out to you. Before, it was a slow, mournful noise. Now, you hear joy. “I will eagerly await your return. Whenever it is. However long it lasts. I will be here, always, to welcome you.” He sinks slowly, vanishing beneath seafoam and the rising tide, swallowed up by the blue, shimmery depths. You feel tears wet your cheeks; tears of happiness. Of relief.

You turn around and Jamie collapses into your arms, sobbing against your chest. You hold them, swaying back and forth as the ocean flows around you like a comforting embrace. You walk back to shore with them and they cling to you the whole way, as though afraid you’ll drift out of reach if they let go.

You sit together at the top of a sandy hill, watching the water. People trickle by to see you, offering gratitude and heartfelt embraces. There’s a lot left to salvage of Anchor, sensor arrays and stabilizers, things that could make the roads much safer. Malachi and the people of Nelton have already begun going through the labs, cataloging and organizing anything of use. The Verlindans are heading straight for the University, having found files that suggest a cure for the sickness Anchor inflicted on them. Iridesce kisses your cheek before she leaves. She has a funeral to prepare for, but much more to look forward to. The Singer is returning to Compass Hill and he invites you to stay, as he always does, though doesn’t look quite so worried when you gently decline.

“So,” Jamie says.

You laugh. “So?”

They lean their head against your shoulder and take one of your hands, toying with the joints of your fingers. “Now what?”

You hum thoughtfully. “Should probably get you to a hospital.”

“Eh, I’ll live. The Verlindans aren’t too shabby at field surgery.”

“The University, then. Somebody needs to explain what happened here. When Compass Hill changed, there was all kinds of legal stuff we had to go through, but ultimately, they gave the town to the weavers.” You smile sadly, thinking about that now. “I wonder what’ll happen this time. There aren’t many of us. Seems like a waste to have a whole town for two or three people.”

“If they wanna give you the whole town, take it,” Jamie says, shrugging. “Seems like the least they could do.”

It almost feels strange to get back in your car now. It’s right where you left it, the windshield still cracked. It feels like a relic of a different time. The engine stutters but starts up. You’ve never felt this way at the start of a journey. This isn’t a chore or just another job. There’s no urgency. You could take the scenic route. Stop in Prismville or Compass Hill, maybe visit Glenn’s neck of the woods of Nelton. “I’d want the fences to come down,” you say thoughtfully. “The gates, too. The lab should be torn down once we’ve stripped everything useful. I think it all needs to go.”

“Where would the courier house go?” Jamie asks, sounding almost cautious.

“Hm. Maybe where the lab used to be? I don’t know. It could go anywhere.”

“Anywhere?”

“Yeah, anywhere. Where would you want it?”

Jamie looks at you with wide, watery eyes and a trembling smile. “Come on. That shouldn’t be up to me.”

“It’s at least half up to you. How am I going to run a courier bed and breakfast if the in-house barista doesn’t like the view?”

You have to slam on the brakes when Jamie tugs you over by the collar of your shirt, kissing you breathless. “We need to stop in Prismville,” they say breathlessly. “We’re gonna book the nicest suite in that huge, fancy hotel and we’re gonna fuck like it’s our honeymoon.” You shiver at the pleasant sensation of their fingertips teasing your gills. “And then we’ll deal with the serious stuff. Go back to the University, file whatever reports we need to file. Then we’ll come back here and you’ll finally have your proper homecoming—”

“Too late,” you say between hungry, nipping kisses, the fluke darting out to taste your tongue. “Already had it. You missed it.”

“What do you mean I missed it?”

“I mean you missed it. Sorry. I’ve been home for a while now.” You pull back far enough to look Jamie in the eye, sharing a soft smile and savoring this new pull at your heart.

[NOW PLAYING ON THE RADIO: MY DAY BY BLUE FOUNDATION]

#rotpeach writes #goretober #the drift #thank you for coming along for the ride this year!! i really enjoyed this project #going to try and do some art of the characters but first things first ive got a post-goretober vacation to enjoy lol #no writing for a bit but i'll try and get through my asks soon

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