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MASTERS OF THE AIR + SCENERY/PLANES & BLUE 1st motaversary • week 1
#1stmotaversary#masters of the air#motaedit#perioddramaedit#periodedit#pdedit#myperiodgifs*#motagifs*#edits#userperioddrama#weloveperioddrama#onlyperioddramas#dailyflicks#usershelby#riveterema#usersparky#simizone#userlin#i guess i'm a total fraud y'all#i said i'd lean heavy on croz in all my motaversary gifsets#and yet#there's no croz to be found in this one 🤡#there is bill veal in the first one tho#so there's that
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self drag but the collective fascination half of new vegas fans (on here anyway) seem to have with benny is hysterical to me that man has NO redeeming qualities yet gay people on tumblr loveeeee to think about him about 100 times harder than the writers ever did
#again. self drag!!!#i also love this little freak#for whatever reason#it’s just a little baffling bc based on the way his character is sorta scrapped after the chip#and completely optional in an ncr route#like you know the writers didn’t think too much about him#and yet#tumblr does#awful awful man#fnv#fallout new vegas#cassie rambles#benny gecko
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A blanket across their laps, cushions to rest on, the moon and stars clear in the night sky, and sake dishes in hand. A poet, and a pink hermit. History in this moment, much like poetry, was certainly rhyming. Even Kasen's more jovial nature in this moment reminded her of those long ago days. On such an offer given, Yoshika would bring the dish to her lips.
The alcohol went down smooth, a sake infused with the essence of one of her pets was certainly a unique concept to think about as the first dish was certainly downed. No effect yet, but no drinker worth their salt would be laid low by a single dish of sake. The night was young.
"I suppose I'll need to apologize to said associate if we end up indulging and drinking it all, then...but this sake is better than what I would have been able to procure. It's a unique flavor to say the least, and it's smoothness might be dangerous if we were not who we are." Undead can't exactly die of alcohol poisoning, after all, and she doubt former oni could as well.
"Allow me, Lady Kasen, 'tis only fair~" Now it was her turn to take the bottle and refill Kasen's own dish. While she may be hosting the Jiangshi, it was she who first intruded on her night of drinking. Filling her dish for her (and also her own once more.) Was the least she could do to start. A soft smile, turns into an expression of soft contemplation before she speaks again "Ah...but I owe you a poem to go with your drink. So allow me..."
"Dark night and clear sky Brilliant moon as our backdrop Drink in hand I recite:
In this sealed world with you, I had a thought: A flower scented hermit, a past left in history. An undead poet, a mind cleared of haze. Drink in hand, stars shine bright like oh so long ago. A poem recited to an audience of one. We drink side by side, and we pour and drink again. Sitting here under a moon so brilliant with a companion so lovely...I am at peace. And we drink. I raise my dish to the moon and reflected in its sake, the three of us: A lovely hermit. A brilliant moon. And a foolishly sentimental poet. To let go of the past To leave no regret And to maybe start something new We drink."
After that she would once again bring the dish to her lips to take a long sip. It wasn't one of her old poems, it was something new concocted at the drop of a hat of a subtle wish. She didn't move her gaze to the hermit's face. No, she'd keep it locked to her own dish before opening her mouth once more.
"I apologize, I know its not the usual Kashi style I used and favored in the past...buts its rules are too strict to properly convey what I wished to say...sorry if it wasn't to your liking." Just saying it was enough for her.
"Depends on who you ask I suppose." One arm might say otherwise as it runs rampant, or those who have found her scolding rather mean spirited instead of well meaning as she intends.
There's cushions for comfort, there's a blanket for one's legs, sure the other might not be entirely afflicted by the night's cool air as she might be. But it's the thought that counts, treating Yoshika like a guest instead of simply one of Seiga's minions that followed her home.
"There's food a plenty here, but you should save such bold promises of a meal in the morning for the morning itself." Producing what seems like custom bottles of something, distilled by the hermit herself, with such a plethora of strange and wondrous creatures.
The possibilities for what you could make were endless, one doesn't need to harvest the creatures to gain access to their essence, flavors and spirit.
"I am quite proud of these beasts, my best little pet behaved well to let this ferment with their presence infused. I planned to gift it to one of my former associates. Simply to see how she handles it, but for someone who might not feel the most from a general drink."
"It'll be perfect for you tonight." She takes Yoshika's arm and guides her hand over to accept a dish for her drink.
"Have a taste or two, then we can talk food." She pours for her guest, like an oni...
When the best drink is involved, she's suddenly far more jovial.
#soulfatter#shes trying so hard not to whip out 'the moon is beautiful tonight isnt it?' line shes trying so hard not to be overly cheesy#and yet#she is cheddar still
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My professor told me the way I talk about dashcon is the way her generation talks about Woodstock I’m gonna go stab myself brb
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worst tv marathon ever
#critical role#fanart#bells hells#с3#fearne calloway#orym of the air ashari#dorian storm#teven klask#laudna#essek thelyss#ashton greymoore#imogen temult#chetney pock o'pea#braius doomseed#ludinus da'leth#cr downfall#in a way#man#its finally finished#damn.....#i cant believe i spent so much on joke drawing#and yet
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Maybe should've tried harder for that scholarship
#I'm. like. sorry#spent ten minutes thinking if i should post this#they were uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh working on their boat idk#what au is this ? idk man just take it#why are they so beefy ? who cares#fiddleford thats who#poor guy (hes living my dream)#anyway#needed to get this out of my system yadda yadda#gravity falls#SO SORRY THIS IS MY FIRST CONTRIBUTION TO THE FANDOM#and yet#standford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#obssessed w the ppl who tag him by his full government name#fiddlestan#fiddauthor#OBVIOUSLY I DONT SHIP STAN AND FORD
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half the time i pick up nature writing it turns out what i'm really picking up is someone trying really hard to deal with a divorce death or dementia through looking really intensely at a slug.
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Thank you, @aceinacorner, for this gem:
You are the inspiration for
DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 3]
[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]
Duke narrows his eyes.
He swears Tim was not in the Cave just five seconds ago, and yet, in the brief moment when Duke wasn't looking, he just materialized out of motherfucking aether. Smelling like Chinese food and holding a chicken skewer that looks so good that Duke's mouth waters.
"Can I have a piece?" He asks, the divine smell of food overriding the urge to ask 'where did you get it' or 'how did you get here'.
Tim nods, smiles, and hands Duke the whole skewer before going for the elevator.
Is it Duke's hallucination, or is he really humming something as he goes?.. Actually, that doesn't matter. The chicken tastes even better than it smells, and Duke is perfectly willing to keep his mouth shut in exchange for food.
You don't talk with your mouth full, after all.
~☆~
Cass watches Tim over the table. She hasn't heard him coming into the dinner room - no steps in the hall, no rustle of clothing or breathing. It's like the boy has somehow appeared right in front of the door out of nowhere before entering.
What's more, he seems obviously not hungry, picking at his food with an absent, if a bit dreamy, expression. Granted, Tim always picks at his food, but Cass can see the difference between 'Tim's mind is busy with a new case and therefore too distracted to eat' and 'Tim already had dinner elsewhere and is too full to eat now'.
The bags under his eyes are also not as dark as they usually are. Come to think of it, Cass hasn't seen him in a bad mood for a few weeks now, which shouldn't really be that strange, but it's Tim. The smallest of inconveniences can put him in a bad mood.
Tim notices her looking and raises an eyebrow.
Cass blinks and goes back to her plate. Whatever is keeping her brother happy, it deserves her full approval.
~☆~
Jason is... not so sure as to what is happening.
He did notice that Tim was really chill lately, but this is going a bit overboard.
"Did you spike it with arsenic, Replacement?" He asks, suspiciously looking the offered cup of coffee over without taking it. Tim - surprisingly, actually - doesn't react to the nickname in the slightest, instead giving Jason a deadpan look. Then, he brings the cup up to his mouth, takes a sip, and hands it back again.
Okay, well, that proves no arsenic, at least. It's still very weird. Tim doesn't just buy coffee for people, and he especially doesn't buy coffee for Jason.
"Am I going to owe you something for it, or what?" He asks, slowly reaching for the cup. Tim sighs.
"No. It's just a drink - my boyfriend loves it, and I think you'd like it as well," he explains with a shrug, and Jason is honestly too befuddled to ask about anything. Including the boyfriend part.
No, but since when does Timbers have a boyfriend? He sure hadn't mentioned anything about it to any of the others.
The drink turns out to be not coffee but something else, tangy and thick, and when Jason takes the lid off, it's green like Mountain Dew.
It does taste great, though, and later Jason considers asking Tim for another one. He hadn't had anything better in ages.
~☆~
Damian strikes through the last one of the training holograms, breathing heavily. And yet, just as the 'simulation complete' message pops up in the air, he hears a step behind him.
He turns around faster than a lightning, and-
Finds Timothy's neck at the tip of his katana, with his hands up in surrender.
"What are you doing here?" Damian sneers, lowering his weapon, and Tim swallows. Not because of surprise or fear, though, he clearly had some half chewed up food in his mouth.
"Inaccurate drop off," he says, looking Damian straight in the eyes, "I was aiming for the main floor."
He smells of Indian food and spices, and Damian almost sneezes.
"What do you mean 'aiming'?" He demands, but Drake just waves him off, heading towards the elevator up.
"No worries, I'll do better next time," he shoots a smile over his shoulder, "See you on patrol!" And with that, the elevator doors close after him, leaving Damian alone.
Drake has always been strange, but this is too much even for him.
Not that it's Damian's business. He huffs and starts the simulation over again.
~☆~
If Dick didn't witness it with his own two eyes, he would have never believed it. Alas, he did, and even though the swirling green vortex has already disappeared like it was never there, Tim, whom the strange portal just spat out on the floor of the Cave, is still here.
"What the fuck was that?" He nearly yells, and Tim looks up, a face of perfect innocence.
"What was what?" He returns the question, and Dick can't find the words to explain, so he just wildly gestures to the place where the portal has been less than five seconds ago. Tim blinks, "Oh, that. That was my date."
Dick chokes on his breath.
"Your date?" He parrots, hoarse and breathless, and Tim nods, like there's not a single thing wrong with anything that has just happened. "Since when do you go on dates? Wait, I thought you were engaged, you said it was cheating to date anyone else, even if you didn't know the spouse, you said-" he cuts himself off, feeling his own face slowly falling and his stomach sinking down in horror. "No. No, don't tell me."
But the shit-eating grin on Tim's face is already proof enough.
Dick clears his throat. Takes a deep breath.
Seeing that Tim is still in one piece, and, well, that he did just casually come out of a magic portal in the middle of the Cave, it's probably safe to say that it's not the first time.
And, judging by the mirth in Tim's grin, it's also safe to say he's been rather enjoying it.
Dick releases one long, loud breath and forces a smile on his face as well.
"So, how is it?" He asks, trying in vain to sound light-hearted, not suspicious. Tim's smile gets wider, and there's a glint of excitement in his eyes now, which Dick considers a good thing, all in all.
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."
~☆~
Bonus Scene (that somehow turned out longer than I planned)
~☆~
"Where's Tim?" Bruce asks when all the rest of his kids are already seated around the table for breakfast.
"At Danny's, probably," Steph shrugs before digging into the waffles on her plate. Bruce frowns.
"Danny's?" He asks. He hasn't heard that name before. Is that a friend of Tim's?
"Drake's paramour," Damian clarifies, not bothering to look up from his own food, and Bruce's mind comes to a screeching halt. He blinks stupidly, looking around the table and sincerely hoping it is some sort of a prank, but Cass smiles and nods, and Dick has an expression of pure exhaustion on his face, and Duke is huffing a snort of laughter at him for it.
"Since when-" Bruce starts, but he is suddenly cut off by a glowing circle that appears just a few feet away from them all.
It grows quickly, morphing into a vortex, a green and ominous tear in reality big enough for a person to walk through, hanging in the air a few inches over the ground. The space around it feels staticky somehow, and the color is too bright to look at directly, and it definitely doesn't belong to their dining room. But before Bruce is able to say another word or do anything at all, Tim steps out of it, his hair and clothes ruffled.
"Oh, fuck," he mutters upon seeing them all, and turns around, sticking his head into the vortex just as it starts to close. The vortex pauses.
Bruce is almost too stunned to move.
His kids don't share the sentiment, though, most of them not paying the portal any attention at all. Bruce would have reprimanded them for the poor awareness of their surroundings if he didn't notice how Damian simply glanced up at it before going back to his food.
They saw the portal. They just didn't deem it dangerous. For some reason.
Tim's face comes back out, and he turns to Bruce. His expression looks different than before: a bit smug, a little mischievous, and just a tad bit nervous.
Then, another head pops up through the surface of the portal. A boy - or at least they look like a boy - with snow white hair that floats in the air and bright, almost neon blue eyes. His skin is far too pale for him to be human, and- he has freckles that look like constellations.
For some reason, that's the part that makes Bruce finally resign to the fact that this is just how his life is. With breakfasts interrupted by green portals and otherworldly boyfriends - because who else might it be, really - before he even had his morning coffee.
"Hi!" Said otherworldly boyfriend grins and waves his hand. "I'm Danny, Tim's fiance," he introduces himself, and Bruce conjures the last scraps of his scattered mind to smile and nod back.
"Good morning, Danny. I'm Bruce." He has no idea what else to say; it seems like a bit late for shovel talk, but a bit early for welcoming speech.
"Would Young Master Danny care to join us for breakfast?" Alfred's calm, but still slightly amused voice comes from the door. Bruce turns to look at the butler with a sense of exasperation - is he really the last one to learn anything in this house? - but the man seems... well, not surprised, at least not on the surface. But his grip on the pitcher of orange juice is just a little too tense for him to have been in the know all along.
Danny turns to him and smiles nicely - his teeth are also way too sharp for a human - before shaking his head, "No, sorry, I was just dropping Tim off."
"For God's sake," Tim rolls his eyes, "Just put on some pants and come out, I refuse to suffer through this alone."
Dick chokes on his toast. Steph gasps, her eyes snapping between Tim and Danny in delight. Cass snorts and kicks her under the table. Damian groans.
"Spare me from the details of your personal life, Drake. Need I remind you that I am thirteen," he narrows his eyes.
The constellations on Danny's cheeks shine just a bit brighter, and Bruce has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but his guess is along the lines of embarrassment. Especially when the boy completes it with rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"You mean to tell me that, at thirteen years old, you don't know what sex is?" Tim deadpans, running a hand through his hair in a useless effort to smooth it and taking his seat at the table. Dick's coughing fit comes back with renewed force.
"We didn't-" Danny starts, still kind of hovering midway through the portal, but Damian pays him little attention.
"I do. Yet, I prefer my mind free of the knowledge when it applies to you."
"I want all the details, though," Steph pipes up, looking at Danny from her seat, "Can you, like, sprout tentacles or something, because I know for a fact Tim likes that kind of-"
"Steph!" Tim yells at her, face red, and then turns to Danny, who suddenly has a very interested, if a bit mischievous, look on his face, "Don't you dare."
"Yeah, okay," Danny snorts and disappears back in the portal. Bruce half-expects it to close after him, but the vortex stays.
Which probably means the boy - the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, Eyes of the Universe - is going to be right back.
After he puts on some pants, supposedly.
Bruce watches Tim rub his face in frustration while Steph giggles and elbows him in the side, and sighs. This is so not how he expected this morning to be.
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc x dp#tim drake#batfam#batman#duke thomas#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#bruce wayne#cork prompts#ring of rage#i did not expect this to turn into series#and yet#here we are#btw yes that was ectoplasm that tim gave to jason#also no they did not fuck#yet#they just cuddled#i stand by tim being a monster fucker hc#steph has seen him read way too much manga with tentacles#dick likes danny#he just doesnt like the idea of tim dating#its his baby brother goddamnit#bruce is just done#dead tired
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if ever you get lost, just stay where you are; your parents will come and find you
#ngl this piece was NOT supposed to include bill cipher#i was going to draw an oc#and yet#the demons#they found me#gravity falls#bill cipher#the book of bill#gravity falls fanart#fanart#art#digital art
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somethin somethin arms around each other in heaven
#they could choose to stand anywhere in that crowd#and yet#jensen ackles#jackles#misha collins#jenmish#cockles#destiel#spn#supernatural#spnnash#spn meta#emily yaps
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jon was hired at the magnus institute in the same year annabelle was turned into a web avatar. which could mean nothing
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you'd think vi would be at least a little bit conflicted on how to feel about jinx killing caitlyin's mom (a member of the council). like yes, she loves caitlyn and caitlyn is sad, but vi was no1 piltover hater when she was a kid, and then spent the entirety of her adolescence in prison under cassandra's rule. she's lost her family and her childhood because of these people. you'd think she'd maybe look at jinx firing that rocket and think "y'know what... based" or maybe at least have some internal conflict between her empathy and love for caitlyn and the reality that these people have ruined her life.
instead she's all about caitlyn's grief and completely turns against her sister, and is literally willing to kill her last remaining family member to avenge... the piltover council.
#arcane critical#arcane vi#arcane jinx#vi#jinx#jinx arcane#this would've been so cool to see genuinely#vi of all characters has the most reasons to hate piltover#and yet
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#I hate that this got me IM SUPPOSED TO BE SAD laughter feels wrong rn.#AND YET#togachako#bkdk#dkbk#bakudeku#dekubaku#:’)#ktdk#reigen arataka#mp100
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self control lost. its posting flickory hours
bonus delta :
#y'all have no idea how far off the deep end i've gone lmao#trolls floyd#trolls hickory#flickory#like. i aint even that kind of guy - the kind to get feral about two people together. like y'all have seen y'all know#AND YET#SOMEHOW#i /am/ that kind of guy with these two#????????#makes it funnier to me that they're kind of a rarepair#gotta cook more flickory stuff for me and like 10 other people#floyd#hickory#delta dawn#sandflakedrew#dreamworks trolls
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