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weirdmarioenemies · 7 months
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Name: Mr. Egg, Mr. Pickle, and Mr. Hot Dog
Debut: BurgerTime
BurgerTime is one of those retro games and that's about it. It existed, and it's Retro!, and I feel like people don't really care about it aside from that. It never even got an awkward attempt at a scrimblo adventure reboot, like Frogger did! Poor BurgerTime.
Anyway, my first time playing BurgerTime was not by playing BurgerTime at all, but a SpongeBob Flash game clone of it. I have no personal connection to BurgerTime itself... but I know it has some enemies that are living foods! I always get a kick out of that! So I'm going to talk about some of the various design incarnations of them!
These original designs are exactly what you would expect from a 1982 arcade game. I feel like I've seen Pac-Man ghosts drawn EXACTLY like this. I like how Mr. Egg has the strangely realistic crispy bubbling detail around his edges. They're all fine.
...is what I felt before I noticed their elbows and knees! Ew! Bones! Wretched creatures!
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Ohoho... now what have we here? The in-game sprites are delightful! The simplicity makes them very cute! Their feet are interesting, being just little floating lines, except for Mr. Egg's, because his legs are made of amorphous albumen! Mr. Egg is really the breakout star here. Look at his yolk! That's his EYE! This is so awesome! That's such a rare design choice to see, especially since egg creatures that are not of the "creature hatching from them" variety are pretty rare themselves.
Mr. Pickle is no slouch either! I appreciate him being specifically a pickle slice, often portrayed as nicely crinkle-cut. I just have to question why he is a villain! Pickles are one of Burger's best friends! This is like if Cheese was a villain! I think if anything Mr. Pickle should be a cute little sidekick on the side of burgers, and in his place can be, I don't know, Mr. Olive? Of course, pickles are much funnier than olives!
Mr. Hot Dog is not as interesting as the other two, but a simple sausage with eyes and feet is still cute. He is like the leader of the bunch, the main antagonist of our hero, Peter Pepper, who I do not really care about. I like that it's him! Burgers and hot dogs are like counterparts, but in no way equals. Hot dogs are easier to hold and eat, but burgers are just Better. And hot dogs have finally decided to give burgers a piece of their mind!
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This flyer art is funny. I don't LIKE any of the designs showcased, but they're funny! Faces are moved around on the foods, noses are introduced to the series, and Mr. Egg is now a slice of a hard-boiled egg. You will also notice the elusive Mr. Lemon! Mr. Lemon is not real! I don't know why there is such an emphasis on lemon here. Finally, of course, you will notice the personified Cheese, as she noselessly beckons Peter to recline atop a beef patty. Ooh la la! Don't you wish you were invited to hang out with such a beautiful female cheese who is a girl woman?
Really, the designs of the core food fiends never diverged much from the classic cartoon-style versions they started out with, appearing like that in pretty much every sequel. Except...!
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In BurgerTime World Tour, which was not a good game at all, these guys have been utterly rebooted! Now known as Frank Furter, Ruthless Dill, and Sonny! Are these their real names? Or just some similar guys?
The designs are rather basic, as to be expected from Foods With Faces, but it IS interesting seeing them generally made so much more monstrous. Something ESPECIALLY interesting is that Sonny the egg is the only one with limbs, reminding me of how Mr. Egg is the only one to have actual legs in the original sprites!
Ready for the SCARIEST redesign from World Tour?
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This game's version of Peter Pepper is this horrible gentrifying millenial and I'm glad his game was prematurely delisted. I hope he got eaten by an egg and chewed by teeth made of yolk. I hate him!
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scrawnytreedemon · 7 months
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Decided to nail down my design for this dingus, lol. I think he's face turned out a bit more robust in that 3/4ths view than I intended, but hey! It gets the idea across.
I'm really proud of this :}
A humble doodlesheet beneath the cut [minor alcohol cw]:
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Life is hard as an 18-yro ex-hero apocalypse refugee trying to rent his wares. No friends but your bird(?) and this child you pay rent to.
These games are something else.
Now, onto the rambling proper:
I wanted to further the contrast between Link and Ravio even further. I gave Ravio a stockier frame(what else do I do with robed characters?) and made him a few years older. He looks stronger, sturdier.
And yet, he's actually quite sickly. His dark skin is pale and blotchy, with circles under his eyes. He suffers from malnutrition in the wake of Lorule's ongoing famine, and as such, despite his formidible strength, is saddled with frequent fatigue. That man sees shrimp colours when he stands up. He is a worn, weary, wary thing.
Regarding his garb, I took a page out of Yuga's book when it came to the undergarments you can see peeking from beneath the robe, as well as the shape of the boots. Lorulian fashion, baby! The world may be ending, but at least we have our colourful stripes and pointy shoes.
Also pulled minor inspiration from the Happy Mask Salesman, what with the gold ornamentation(especially near the wrists and throat) on his own purple garb. While not nearly as cumbersome, I gave Ravio some sacks, pouches and pockets. He's a travelling merchant! Where else is he gonna keep his stuff?
May or may not give Ravio a cooler skintone, but I don't want to lose the contrast against the purple.
I could probably go on and on, but I'll leave it here <3 Hope he brings you Joy.
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junkh3ad · 7 months
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why does developing a new fixation feel like a crush. Like i’ve done nothing but think, drink and breathe Metalocalypse for 2 weeks now and every time i call my boyfriend and talk to him about the show/characters/Dethklok generally i get all giddy and shit 😭 he does a real bad impersonation of Pickles to make me laugh and it works EVERY. TIME.
autism is so strong with this. my favorite kinda music mixed with a funny ass show with stupid men i can love? beautiful.
thanks for coming to my ted talk!
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clowningclownn · 8 months
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I was thinking about my blorbos recently and- bro I got a type. not just in body type, but also, these three have something in common. they try to convince others they're bad and shouldn't be (closely) associated with them.
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joyridingmp3 · 10 months
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When I first saw Nene, Kou, and Hanako, and Kou made it clear he thought Nene was cute, I was scared. I've seen it 300 times before, why would you have both male leads express interest in the female lead if you weren't going for a
✨ love triangle ✨
...but no. I mean kind of, maybe? But not really. It's at least not a love triangle in the strictest most stereotypical sense of the word. What the main trio of TBHK has is a relationship triangle, and it's a PROPER triangle. Unlike the standard triangle where the two guys fight for the girl's affections and don't have anything to do with each other, really, each duo has their own ties to each other independent of the last person in the trio.
Hanako and Nene are the most obvious one. Hanako has a thing for Nene, but he also genuinely cares about her (right from the first chapter before he even really knew anything about her besides that she was in more trouble than she knew, as we find out later). They are tied to each other literally, but Nene still sees someone who's been hurt and needs a friend, and consciously makes the decision to be that friend.
Nene and Kou are just two human kids who are a little too close to the world of supernaturals. They both need a friend to confide in about supernatural stuff, a friend who understands because they see it too and have been through it. But they also both need a human friend to keep them grounded when things get crazy and supernaturals (even Hanako) think too differently. Kou is ride-or-die for Nene, crush aside, because he trusts her, and Nene goes to him whenever she needs help because she trusts him and knows he'll be straightforward and reliable. They need each other in the face of Hanako and Teru's secrecy.
It would have been so easy to just connect Hanako and Kou through Nene and let it be, but no. Kou is also in Hanako's corner as far as his safety goes, not because Nene would be sad if he were exorcised, but because Kou also saw the good in Hanako. They care about each other's safety and explicitly get scenes together that have nothing to do with Nene (reverse Bechdel test, lol). They disagree ideologically about how to keep Nene safe, yes, but the driving ethics behind that argument come up again and again throughout the story and Hanako and Kou are constantly at odds. Can the impossible be done or is fate unchangeable? Is happiness more important, or is reality? Hanako and Kou are two sides of a coin.
And then together, as a trio, they're three idiots doing their best.
I love them.
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leahsfiction · 9 months
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there's a perfectly good reason i keep saying xiancai when i mean suancai (apart from the similarity in pronunciation) and it's that xiancai translates to pickles and my brain immediately thinks "sour"
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presentfuckingmic · 2 years
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Guys look it’s all the times I’ve made romance/sexual orientated posts!
#is there a point to this? well romance makes a lot of ppl happy and it Feels Funky#I’m not. mad abt it it’s just. such an interesting trend to me Y’know?#like once I was talking abt how I had that whole ranking system for how hot characters r considered and was Weirded Out when it was wrong#well. i do that for everything#including social media shit#if I wanted to make a semi popular post I know the formula (idk abt extremely popular and I don’t want to)#if u wanna know there’s two routes: chaotic and Definitely Normal#Definitely Normal includes popular characters like Aizawa Shinsou Todoroki#plus some more but shhhh#chaotic is. well Y’know that one post where I talk abt what I’d do if I went to the mha universe?#yeah that#basically me letting out my inner thoughts after they’ve been pickling for a bit#but anyway recently (like five months ago but it’s a big deal so it’s recent) I realize that. that’s not understanding stuff#it’s just. categorizing it#anyway so I think that doctor who told me probably had ocd should’ve sent me to a psychologist instead of telling me to stress less :)#and the next one who thought I had extreme anxiety#and the next one#the next one did tho :)#the psychologist told me to go to a different psychologist#then I aged out of the doctor I was going to#and now I’m here with a 222 at the raads test#so????#god fuck that got sad#I’m not fine with it but there’s nothing anyone can do to make it enter#*better#i just gotta go through the healing process#so! it’s chill#personal
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sink-kitty · 2 years
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i have the nostalgia on the brain…..might draw some Guys
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sarahghetti · 8 months
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going to the carnival hcs; m.k.
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pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, the gang's all here
summary: the carnival's in town! some headcanons for how you spend your time there with the boys.
warnings: mildly suggestive near the end, but essentially just pure fluff all the way through. reader is called princesa once, no descriptions otherwise.
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the carnival rolls into town—of course you’re all going!
and it’s kind of perfect because they all have their favourite parts.
food
marc is your food guy—he won’t be the one to suggest the funky fair foods like frog legs or peanut putter pickle corn dogs, but he will go halfsies with you on anything you want to get so you can try a lot of different things.
you’re giving this look to the deep fried oreos stand that has marc pursing his lips, obviously hesitant even though he offers no resistance when you direct the two of you towards it.
“if you want cookies, I saw a place near the entrance,” he suggests in a placating sort of way, as though he could dissuade you from trying any of the monstrosities at your disposal.
“but…” you gesture at the sign, look at it! and he’s never been more aware of how much you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger because he’s buying an order for you without a second thought.
“it’s… very sweet,” he remarks after his first bite. “not sure if it’s much of an improvement on the original thing.”
“then why do you keep eating it?” you make grabby hands towards the tray in his hand to try one, and he dangles it out of your reach. “wha—hey!”
“just hang on a sec.” he polishes off his cookie, tongue darting out to catch some errant sugar on his lips before pulling you deep into a kiss.
he’s grinning wide at his own cheesiness before he even draws back completely, your face is burning and, yeah—it’s pretty sweet.
meanwhile steven kind of taps out for this. veganism doesn’t exactly pair well with the hodgepodge of carnival foods being offered, but he will take a good sorbet when it gets particularly hot out.
if he fronts after marc or jake eat something non-vegan, steven will find the nearest lemonade stand to wash the taste out of his mouth. he gets a different one every time, and almost drinks the entire bubblegum flavoured lemonade even though he dislikes it.
jake secretly thinks it’s good. marc fronts again near the end of the cup and immediately tosses it in the trash.
jake has simpler tastes but will try to deviate a little in spirit of the carnival. as long as it’s generally something he likes, like fried chicken or a burger, he won’t mind if it comes in a cone or has a shit-ton of cheese piled on top. is the one to pay eight dollars for a cob of corn.
games
marc and steven will only play the fair game scams if you want to, but jake has no qualms about them at all. you mention that there’s a prize plushie you think is cute and he’s already pulling you towards the booth, eyes glinting in a way that you know he’s up to trouble.
jake then proceeds to crush every single game you come across.
skeeball? he’s getting 100 points with every ball he throws. hoops? draft this man into the nba, he’s sinking baskets like your life depends on it.
jake’s bracing a pellet gun against his shoulder, lining up the scope with the targets at the end of the booth when it finally clicks.
he might not be wearing the suit, but that doesn’t mean that khonshu isn’t with him. you lean in over his shoulder. “wait, are you—?”
bam, bam, bam. three shots, three bullseyes. the people around you are whooping and hollering, but jake just turns to you with a smug look on his face.
“didn’t even need him for this one, princesa, but—” his eyes dart to the top of the booth and you can imagine the god sitting up there, watching you. “what is true justice if not scamming a scammer, hm?”
the attendant comes around to give jake his prize, which he presents to you with flourish and a wink.
“now, is there anything else you want? the fist of vengeance—” he drops his voice down to what you know as an imitation of khonshu “—still has a few games left in him.”
marc fronts again to find his wallet much lighter and his arms full of plushies that jake won for you and just sighs.
steven must’ve read a book about the design behind carnival games at some point because boy is he knowledgeable about it.
it’s a bit of diversion from his usual egyptology, but he seems to know all the tricks of the major games like the back of his hand and leans in close to your ear to tell you exactly what’s happening as you watch other people play.
“you see that?” he points towards the ring toss booth, where a handful of people are fruitlessly bouncing rings off the rims of bottles.
you already know what’s coming but still, you ask: “do you wanna play?”
“oh, no, love, now the rings—” he brings the tips of his forefinger and thumb together in demonstration “—they’re barely big enough to fit over the bottles, you’d have to hit it dead on to have a chance. even then, the material isn’t any help, the rings’ll bounce right off like—that!”
he snaps his fingers, and you giggle a little at his theatrics. the sound always makes him blush a little, and he turns back to the game to distract himself before he gets too flustered.
someone puts down twenty dollars for a bucket of rings and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. “poor buggers.”
maybe he says it a little too loudly, catching the attention of some of the players and his face flushes red as he stammers an apology. you shove him playfully, face similarly burning. “steven!”
“sorry!”
the only exception for marc is the horizonal bar game, you know, the one where someone has to hang from a bar for some length of time? it’s practically impossible because it rotates under your hands, yeah, yeah, steven—he knows.
but marc’s a guy with far above average fitness who climbs up walls on the reg. doesn’t even need khonshu’s power to beat it, he just hangs up there, smirking at you as the timer counts down. it’s the easiest prize he’s ever won in his life.
rides
marc’s whole life is a rollercoaster, so he’s ok.
but in all seriousness, the midway rides aren’t really his thing. they’re transported in from who-knows-where, then set up in a parking lot by who-knows-who, and you’re supposed to just let them flip you upside down over and over again while paying ten bucks for the honour? no. he does not trust them.
steven and jake, however, see all the bright lights and loud music and are a little more favourable.
steven probably feels nauseous at the idea of being put upside down, but travelling fast in a circle, or spinning around in teacups? he’s so down. will join you in spinning the teacups to the max or sport a devilish grin as he singlehandedly spins the teacup as you scream.
(will give you a lil kiss on the forehead as an apology if he accidentally takes it too far)
jake sees the crazier rides as a challenge. won’t push you to do them if you really aren’t comfortable, but he gets this spark in his eyes and promises to keep you safe if you ride with him.
what does that mean? it means that he has full confidence that if there’s a failure in any of the safety mechanisms, he can suit up and save you before anything bad happens.
marc is absolutely flabbergasted that jake “protector of the body” lockley even considers going on any of these deathtraps. loudly protests from within as jake tells you about how fast his reaction time is—it doesn’t matter, jake, just don’t take them on the ride in the first place!
the Ferris Wheel SceneTM goes a bit differently depending on who’s fronting at the time.
steven absolutely insists on going on the ferris wheel and will wait any length of line so that you can ride it.
“look at that!” he’s pressed against your side, shoulder to hip, and uses your joined hands to point out landmarks in the distance as you climb in height. the city lights glitter across the horizon, and steven laughs at the spectacle of it all.
he’s probably imagined this very moment happening ever since you told him that the carnival was coming to town—sitting on top of a ferris wheel with you at his side, being able to kiss you at the top.
“did you have fun?” you bump into his shoulder, smiling at how happy he looks.
“fun? love, this is—” he shakes his head. “today has been like a dream. you’re like a dream.”
he says the last part like a confession, grinning, and you feel his happiness when he finally gets to press his lips to yours.
jake suggests you go on the ferris wheel in the same way as when he suggested the two of you cheat at the carnival games, so you’re immediately suspicious.
“stop looking at me like that.” he tries and fails to keep a smirk off his face, giving you an innocent look as he rests a hand on your knee. “isn’t it beautiful outside?”
it is. you take your eyes off him for one moment to admire the view and his hand creeps higher, fingertips pressing into your thigh.
“jake!” your eyes widen, and the bastard has the audacity to laugh. he leans in close, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“nobody can see us up here—it’s just you and me.” his lips move down to graze your jaw, and your breath catches in your throat. your heart flutters.
“I like the sound of that.” jake pulls back slightly to see the small smile on your face. “’you and me.’”
it’s like you’ve taken the wind out of his horny sails. he can’t help but to smile back, and when he kisses you again, on the lips this time, you know that he agrees with you.
the ferris wheel is the only ride you can convince marc to go on; no matter what he says, he’s a big softie at heart.
he keeps an arm wrapped around you the entire time, holding you close. the scent of him envelopes you like a warm blanket.
marc doesn’t say a lot, preferring to just enjoy your company as you slowly make your way to the top. you don’t mind—you just rest your head on his shoulder and wait for him to open up on his own.
when you stop at the top, it’s like you’re in a movie. the neon lights spread out beneath you, your quiet breaths in the cabin, the soft kiss he presses to the top of your head.
“I love you,” he murmurs, and it means so much more than you’ll ever know. you smile up at him and he looks back at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen—like he’s at finally at peace, and you’re the reason why.
you can’t help but kiss him, then—let him taste the words as you say “I love you, too.”
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cookiep-cat · 4 months
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can you possibly mayhaps draw sum funky wunky Metallic Salad (Mephone4 x Knife x Microphone x Pickle)?
or maybe just sum Micro4 (Microphone x Mephone4)?
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THE FUNKY WUNKIES
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new-revenant · 1 year
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DP/DC Week Day 2 - Mistaken Identity
This is built off of my last post for yesterday’s prompt, in which Danny is on the run from the GIW and came to Gotham for what he assumed was a small amount of time. Unfortunately, he sensed the Pit in the Batcave and now he’s sorta mostly alive now. And the Red Hood thinks he’s his clone.
“I swear I’m not a clone Mister Red Hood,” Danny pleaded. He had been saying the same thing for a few minutes now, and Red Hood still didn’t believe him.
“Oh yeah, how did you know how to get here then?” RH questioned.
“I dunno! I uh, sensed this weird…thing-I think it was this funky pit-and jumped in it. Yeah.”
“First of all, that sounds stupid.”
“Well I’m stupid.”
“Second of all, you still didn’t answer my question. Third of all, why are you wearing…whatever you’re wearing. It looks like you came freshly from whatever test tube made you.”
Danny looked down at his outfit. “Yeah you have a point there. And I uh, I was a ghost that died in a um…horrific electrical accident and this pit brought me back to life.”
“Sure you did. Now-“ Jason pulled out his gun, “-Tell me how you got here, or you’ll be a ghost long before the Bats get back.”
Well Danny was in a pickle. So he decided that he would just say the first thing that came to mind, since it worked so well the first time.
“I’m on the run from the government so I found this natural portal and it dumped me out here.”
“…The hell is a “natural” portal?”
“They appear whenever there’s an excess amount of ambient ectoplasm concentrated in a small area.”
“Okay, that makes sense. I think.” RH said as he finally put his gun away, “Well then mini-me, wanna steal the tires from the Batmobile?”
“Fuck yeah I do.”
“That’s my clone!”
“Don’t call me that.”
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Tim was tired. Him, Batman, Robin, and Orphan had to leave in a hurry to stop the sudden appearance of Gentleman Ghost showing up and teaming up with Bane of all villains. GG managed to give him something akin to Venom in appearance, but was apparently much safer for Bane, and for more dangerous to everyone else who had to fight Bane. Almost had to call the league for help.
Not to mention the Batmobile just decided to not work so they had to grapple and run over to where they were. Probably GG’s doing or something.
Speaking of Batmobile, when they all returned to the Batcave, they noticed that all of it’s tires was gone. And they all knew who would steal the bat-tires.
“Jason,” Tim groaned as the group headed to the Batcomputer. Jason was leaning on it, helmet off, looking as smug as ever. Next to him was the four tires all stacked on top of each other.
“Heya Timbo. Heya B. Child. Hey Cass,” Jason smirked, “You know I just couldn’t resist taking the bat-tires.”
“Jason,” Batman glared at him, “Did you come here for a reason other than stealing the tires?”
“Tt. Knowing Todd, probably not,” Damian sneered.
“Kid’s right, I just wanted to steal the tires.”
The others sighed. Cass went over to collect the tires, but before she could grab one, someone jumped out of the stack.
“Hello!” The person-who was definitely at least a young teen-shouted. The Bats readied up to attack this intruder, before Jason bursted out into laughter.
“C-come on kid, was ‘hello’ the best you got? I thought we decided on saying ‘boo’ or something like that.”
“My mind blanked okay? How about you go kick your teeth in?” The intruder said.
Looking closer, it was obvious to see a connection between Jason and the child.
“Did you get cloned?!” Tim questioned. “How-why-Is this why you came?”
The two skunk-haired trouble makers looked at each other.
“Sure.”
“Totally.”
“Who cloned you?” Batman asked.
“The government.”
Damian also had a good question, “Todd, why would you bring a clone of you into the Batcave?”
“Oh, he didn’t bring me, I went through a portal and climbed out of that green pit over there,” the kid said.
“The Lazarus Pit, you mean,” Batman said.
“I forgot we had that,” Tim muttered.
“Yeah, so apparently ambient ectoplasm or whatever can like, condensed in one place and create a portal, or something, I don’t fucking know ask him,” Jason jutted his thumb over to the kid. The others looked at him expectingly.
“So…have you ever heard of the GIW?” The kid asked, “They wear white suits and stop people from learning about the existence of ghosts?”
Tim instantly went over to the Batcomputer to look for information about the GIW.
“Tell us more,” Batman requested.
“Well their like, this secret government group that experiments on ghost and they thought the uh, pits had something to do with ectoplasm. Including this guy-“ he pointed to Jason, “-he’s obviously some sort of undead to anyone with enough knowledge of ectoplasmic life forms-yes I know that sounds like an oxymoron fuck you-so you can probably connect the dots from there if your as smart as people say you are B.”
Tim stopped his search for a moment to look over at the clone. He had a similar smug look to Jason, but something was off. Something about him was…unnatural? Uncanny? Whatever it was, Tim wanted to look away from him and never look back.
Focusing back on his search, nothing was coming up for the GIW. Batman and Damian joined him, while Cass helped the kid get out of the tire stack.
“So, or we going to call the kid mini-Jason or?” Tim asked, bring quickly cut off by said kid.
“Call me mini again and I’ll bite you. Also, is it true that when Batman first met Jason he was stealing the Batmoblie’s tires? Cause that funny if it is true.”
“It true,” Batman answered.
“That’s cool-also can I have one of those batarangs? They seem-“
“No.”
“Can I have-“
“No.”
“Aw come on! You didn’t even let me finish my sentence.”
“Ah don’t worry kid, I get you one of those batarangs,” Jason patted him on the back. The kid eyes lit up in excitement.
“Really?”
“No,” everyone-sans Jason and Cass-said at once.
“Aw man.“
Batman pulled away from the computer, “I’m going to contact all the magic users I can. The rest of you-keep the child away from anything important. We don’t know if he could be a spy, or a sleeper agent. Robin, inform me if any attacks occur in Gotham. Orphan, inform the rest about the clone. Red Robin.”
“Yes sir?” He looked over at Batman and desperately tried to not make eye contact with the clone.
“Try to get as much information out of him as possible.”
“What about me? He’s my clone after all,” Jason complained.
“Find him some clothes-and make sure he eats. Goodbye.”
Then he left, with Damian going out to patrol and Cass going out to inform the others. That left Tim, Jason, and Jason’s clone in the Batcave.
“So, I don’t think we settled on this earlier, but what do we call you?” Tim asked the clone. He looked around, as if trying to come up with something based on his surroundings. Finally, he came up with an answer.
“Call me James.”
“Was James really the best name you could come up with?” Jason remarked.
“Was there really a need to be so rude about it?”
And the two started arguing. Tim would love nothing more than to take a nap right now. Alas, he would just have to drink 17 more cups of coffee to deal with this nonsense.
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marauderswolf22 · 6 months
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all the marauders would wear different types of funky socks (or different topics on them) and you can't tell me otherwise
remus: one of those small patterns and one colour, like universe elements, dinosaurs, different types of flowers etc.
sirius: a longer ones with a text on it (sometimes quotes) , for example "for better, for worse, and for God's sake" -Wisława Szymborska, and ofc crazy not matching colours
james: he would have socks that looks like a jar of pickles or a glass of juice, you know them
peter: he would most likely wear an animal-patterned, minimalistic but funny
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oscconfessions · 1 month
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lmk kinds of ship names are so fun can we ppl make more ..... ex. cheesyblog (cheesy x fan), gaming achievement (pickle x trophy), astrobiology (blackhole x tree) etc.
idk if 'sliced pickles' (obviously knife x pickle) counts in this list for some reason because it sounds funky 2 me lol
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gagegh0st · 16 days
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Batfamily Kiddos And My Hc's Even though nobody asked for them
New series asshats! "-- hcs even though nobody asked for them will be a returning series you little shitfucks.
Dick Grayson
He has a really good music taste, loves a good jazz, funk, or jersey club song
Collects certain hand sanitizers because he likes the smell
He hoards magazines about himself so that once he becomes a parent, he can show them to his kids.
Has a soft spot for birds.
Night owl
Always wanted a parakeet but Alfie and Dad said no.
Really likes travelling to hot places
Cant swim, almost drowned the last time he was in a pool
Barbara Gordon
Really allergic to cats (Red eyes, hives, all the works)
She was a total nightcore kid back in middle school
Has multiple sets of joint problems that have been left untreated for actual years
Big fanfiction person
Collects plushies of bats because she likes them
Graphic novel addict
Dyes the tips of her hair different shades of red
Absolutely fucking hates tight jeans
Jason Todd
Been book buddies with Alfred since he was really young
Absolutely terrible at driving
Started greying prematurely, he dyes all of it but the white piece.
He takes melatonin before bed because of him having anxiety
Can't hold a girlfriend for shit, too promiscuous to stay single tho.
He had lots of pet fish growing up
He has a rose garden and is very proud of it
Wants to retire one day to be an old guy with a nice garden and literally a. single. child, that's it. All he needs.
Damian Wayne
Listens to way inappropriate music for his age
Thinks he's grown but he always has homework due
The bitchiest little sibling you will ever meet, he is a huge snitch too.
Always having an identity crisis.
Had really traditionally girly interests growing up (Ex: Fables, Flowers, Balet, and Barbies <3, what a sweet child)
Isn't allowed to have a girlfriend ever according to Bruce.
Laughs at inappropriate times a lot
Chronically wears vests because he thinks that it flatters his figure. (It doesn't, Alfred knows this but wants Dames to feel his best even if it makes him look short.)
Tim Drake
Was obsessed with wolves when he was young
Loves a funky-print suit
Really likes painting with gouache or watercolour
Big-ol Adhd brain
Wears the same coat without washing it for at least six months
Plays really funky indie games
Really likes feeling pretty, paints his nails, curls his hair, or even gets himself some new jewelry
Got his ears pierced when he was young, and has tons more ear piercings and plans to get his nose bridge pierced even though Bruce said he would kill him.
Stephanie Brown
Started coding at an early age
Collects old metal stuff
Special interest is welding and glass blowing
Very fond of bears, especially pandas.
A cheese connoisseur
Designs all the suits for the batfam
HTML is the love of her life
Aro ace and only Bruce knows, he's chill about it tho.
Cassandra Cain
Hearing problems GALORE
Uses some forms of AAC because of hearing problems and speech impediment (Lisp and Stutter)
More brooding than most of the boys
Really likes scrapbooking
Watches kids shows for fun because she had a really fucked up childhood
Absolutely never cries in front of the other siblings
Bruce is her shoulder to cry on because he gives such good advice
Crochets Before bed because it's a good stress reliever.
Duke Thomas
Haircut always stays fresh asf
Dissociates a lot
Always was a math person, didn't like reading growing up because of vision problems
Really loves chickens and has names for all of the chickens they own
Collects action figures of farm animals
A very faithful partner, he doesn't get into relationships with people he doesn't see a future with
Has a very fun textured closet but sticks with the yellow.
Collects cool pens and gives them to Alfred so he can have something cute to write with when he writes down groceries.
OK BYE CHAMOY PICKLES !! ILY, DRINK WATER, SHOWER, GET UP, STRETCH, AND KEEP BEING AWESOME!!!
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theemporium · 4 months
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to anon who wanted more charles amd slavic!reader
imagine her asking him to get jam from the basement and what he finds is pickled vegetables in soup jars, jam in honey jars, honey in jars that have little pickles. dear boy would be so confused, especially if its written in cyrillic so he goes back to the kitchen and says he doesn’t understand anything cause the letters are funky
PLEASE😭the boy would be having a breakdown if she sent him down during a dinner or something. he doesn’t wanna embarrass himself but he’s also looking at all the jars like ???? and then just starts sending her pictures like, “this one?” and waiting for a response
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