#Gnark

[chernobog13]

The full membership of the Teen Titans, circa 1977, by the late, great George Perez.

This is from when there were two teams - Titans East (Robin, Kid Flash, Wonder Girl, Speedy, Aqualad, Guardian, Bumblebee, and Harlequin), and Titans West (Hawk, Dove, Lilith, Gnark, Bat-Girl, Golden Eagle, Beast Boy) - and before Perez and writer Marv Wolfman brought the concept to new heights with The New Teen Titans.

[beeconandeggs]

currently in the alpha archive of BAA:R and guess who i met!! J E S S, as i call her.

milk and cookies for her, i hope cazsm adds her/it back to the current game since they added George (who's from alpha too) back to the current game.

(oh yeah btw stan and george are here too js in different places) and i put more mouth spikes and horn spikes (if those ARE horns) and also 4 eyes

[giddyfatherchris]

Some more just in case you need it (which would be perfectly fine)

And also because YOU'RE NEVER STOPPING ME GNARK GNARK GNARK (‹- evil laugh)

Btw I KNOW Hyunjin's selfie isn't cute or funny but DAMN I'm gonna tell you a secret : I pretty much don't care because ISN'T THIS MAN SO BEAUTIFUL JUST LIKE THE REST OF HIS GROUP ? LIKE IT'S NOT FAIR !

(désolée pour de t'avoir agressée avec mes majuscules)

And just so you know I still have A LOT more so if you want some just say the word

And obviously : bisous (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♥

NOO WHY DID I JUST SEE THIS???

i love you so much raaaaah, i always need cute pictures of them teehee

BISOUS BISOUS BISOUS YOURE THE BEST

[shiny-miltank]

see as an untrendy gnark from the midwest I got so utterly confused why there's a lot of posts everywhere about a stanley cup craze. like "why is everyone going crazy over hockey all of a sudden?........oooooooh. "

[junipernight]

Bumble

Fandom: Teen Titans (2003)

Characters and Pairing: Bumble Bee/Raven, Cyborg

Summary: Bee is still a little touchy about mind-readers.

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Bumblebee went through all the footage, knew all there was to know from it - what they needed to work on as a team, where they went wrong, what was damaged and in need of repair.

She knew at what point each and every one of her teammates had fallen victim to Brother Blood’s mind control, and she knew that none of Titans West had done so.

The only thing she didn’t know was how.

 How come the original Titans were all immune?

(She’d thought she could fight it - she’d been in the HIVE for months after all, and he hadn’t gotten to her. She was Bumblebee, no one told her what to do. She suspected that there was some sort of ritual Brother Blood had done when he took over the HIVE to make the other students all controllable, and Bee had skirted around doing it, but no. There was no ritual. Because Brother Blood had waltzed into the T- Tower and hypnotized her entire team.)

(.... but not Cyborg’s team.)

It was starting to give her an inferiority complex.

Only starting to, though. Bee nipped that shit in the bud.

One of the things you learned early on when you made the jump from being a lone agent to a team leader, was that communication was key.

So she called Cyborg and asked him about it.

Turns out it was Raven’s doing. Raven, who was a telepath and a sorceress with years of training in the mental arts. 

That made Bee feel better.

Mostly.

She didn’t see Cyborg (or the rest of his team) in person again until the whole Brotherhood of Evil affair.

He tried to dance with her afterwards, at the big party they threw in Titans Tower (the west one).

Bumblebee excused herself from the dance floor. She told herself it was because she had her team, and he had his, and she didn’t want to make him question leaving his team again since she sure as hell wasn’t stepping down as leader of her team. Yep, that was Bee; a career girl through and through, with no time to waste on a man. She was definitely not avoiding him because the last time she saw him in person she tried to take him apart with a scalpel. Nope.

She ended up ruminating in a corner, sipping punch and thinking about Cyborg, and the Brotherhood of Evil, and the upcoming Steel City Annual Budget Legislative Session (Titans East’s budget proposal was due soon, and she hadn’t started it yet since they’d been capital-B Busy ). She should be happy—they just took down a gang of super-bads the size of the Justice League—but instead she mostly felt… 

“You’re giving me a headache.”

At that utterly nonsensical statement, Bee turned from the window she wasn’t really looking out of to see Raven. The goth girl was standing in the darkest shadows in the room, half-obscured by a support beam. The most visible feature on her face was a frown.

“Excuse me?” Bee said.

“Stop stressing about the future for one night and just enjoy the fact that we won this round.”

In a blink’s time, Bumblebee had her stinger pressed against the girl’s pale throat. Raven didn’t flinch.

“How’d you know what I was thinking about?” She demanded.

“A combination of personal experience and luck,” Raven quipped. After a moment, something in her expression shifted. “And empathy,” she added, almost gently. “No mind-reading involved, I promise.” When Bee hesitated, she drawled, “You should probably lower that before one of the three Titans watching us right now decides to intervene.” Slowly, Bee holstered her stinger and looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, Jericho, Kole, and Gnark were all staring intently at her. Jericho in particular looked stricken; he had his hand to his throat. Bumblebee’s cheeks burned.

“Just a misunderstanding,” she called, holding her palms up placatingly. The other teens seemed to accept this, and she turned back to Raven.

“Sorry about that. I can be a bit touchy about mind-readers, after…”

“Blood,” Raven finished darkly. “Understandably.”

They both shuddered, just the tiniest bit.

Great. Now Bee had given the girl a headache, threatened her with pointed objects, and reminded her of the creepy megalomaniac who’d once tried to dissect their mutual friend alive while they watched. She’d had no idea she was so much fun at parties.

A thin line of red drew her out of her self-deprecation.

“You’re bleeding!”

Raven brushed her fingers over the cut, and held them up to inspect. “Yep.”

Bee grabbed her hand—the one not smeared in blood—and tugged her towards the exit. “Let me patch that up for you.”

To Bumblebee’s surprise, Raven didn’t protest, and they quickly left the noise and blaring lights of the party behind them.

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Once they were away from the music and the mingling, Bumblebee felt her confidence return to her. This was more her element.

She led them unerringly to the med-bay. She’d never been inside this wing of the Tower, but she had the schematics memorized, of course. 

When she gets to the med bay, she finds it’s set up just like the one in Titans East Tower, which makes it no problem at all to spot the cabinet with the antiseptic and the bandages in it.

She goes to open the cabinet, and that’s when she realizes she’s still holding Raven’s hand.

Bee lets go. “Sorry,” she says.

Raven shrugs and half-floats onto the patient cot, crossing her legs as she does so.

Bee holds a cotton pad up to the antiseptic and tips the bottle just enough to wet the cotton. Normally, she wouldn’t bother with antiseptic; soap and water were good enough. But she knew all the nasty places her stingers had been.

Bee tilted Raven’s chin up with two fingers, and pulled down the girl’s high collar. Gently, she daubed the cotton pad against the wound. Raven winced at the sting of the alcohol,  the first genuinely human reaction Bee had seen her make all evening.

Bee finished sterilizing the cut, and made one more pass to wipe up the blood.

Then she threw the pad into the biohazard bin, got a bandage out of the cabinet, turned around, and stopped.

The cut was gone.

Bee blinked. The cut was definitely gone.

Suddenly, Bumblebee remembered an important piece of information from Raven’s file: she had healing powers.

“Why’d you even come with me if you could just heal it yourself?”

Raven readjusted her collar.

“I couldn’t think clearly back there,” she said, hopping off the gurney. “Anyway, healing powers don’t come with antiobiotics, and if your rogue gallery is anything like ours, you’ve stung some nasty stuff with those.”

It was the second time Raven had echoed Bee’s thoughts. 

“Hey,” Bee said suddenly. “I don’t get to hang out with other girls very often, and you don’t want to be here. Why don’t we go out for drinks, or something? You pick the place, it’ll be my treat.”

Something gleamed in Raven's eyes. “I’d like that.”

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A/N: I wrote this a year ago, but I just realized I never posted it to Tumblr. Soooo... tada!

So far as I know, in the twenty years since the show aired, no one else has created art or fic for these two - which is a shame because you can’t convince me that Karen “There’s not a man alive who can tell me what to do” Beecher isn’t a lesbian. And Raven and Bee have both a common friend (Cyborg) and a common enemy (Brother Blood) and a common pastime (Sarcasm). They'd be such a power couple.

Anyway, until I can write the epic, action packed romance they deserve (and which I have outlined! but alas, writing burnout) this is my humble submission to the fandom.

BTW, I'm calling the ship Bumblebird

[dabuerre]

GNARK GNARK

[coritimee]

gnark...

[miserycorde]

In most other situations, Nepenthe would have been entirely willing to let the opposing hunter claim the kill on her behalf. It would spare her from a lot of things -- the act of taking yet another life, dealing with the bloody aftermath, being in Caelid for a moment longer than she needed to be. Indeed, this would have been such a pleasant surprise...

Except it wasn't. She needed the blood of the Tarnished as an offering, unspoiled by whatever this Pest sought to do with it. Naturally, her assumption was that it'd be something related to rot, as was their usual point of fixation... That, and her own bloodlust had been itching. A wretched mire scorched within her very being, placed there against her will. Regardless, she had little choice but to bend to it, lest she disappoint the Formless Mother and lose herself to the craving. It was a risk she was never willing to take.

If this adversary was prepared to fight, then a fight he would receive.

Unfortunately for the White Mask, He Who Meddles was in his element. Dangerously lithe, crawling across the Caelid's disgusting terrain with remarkable agility. Pure insectoid determination. Even with her own athleticism, there was no way that Nepenthe would be able to catch up with him in time.

She had options, at least, from her vantage point upon the cliff. Hastily, she removed one of her gloves, revealing the pallid and bruised flesh underneath. The accursed blood in her veins prickled beneath the skin of her palm; a volatile conduit for her blood oath, the arcane repugnance that came to her from the Luminary and the Mother. Honestly, she preferred to only use her miséricorde when she could, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Carefully, she placed her cold fingers against her lips, and then stretched her arm outwards. A putrid swarm manifested before her in the form of a red cloud, starved for sustenance.

Beneath the natural ambience of Caelid, it was likely that He Who Meddles would be able to pick up on the sound of the bloodflies tailing him, should he not be too distracted by his quarry. They were distinct in their approach; biting. Bleeding. Buzzing. Oh, so much buzzing! Not wanting to waste another moment, Nepenthe began to clamber down the cliff as soon as the incantation was ready, using a gnarked root to support her weight as she made her much-slower descent. The swarm would not exist for long. She was still acting on borrowed time.

She could only hope that it'd be time enough for her to catch up.

His gaze had lingered a moment too long it would seem, too caught up in the surprise of seeing another stalking his target to keep his observations swift, and He Who Meddles rattles off a menacingly sharp hiss as the eyes of the white mask seem to meet his own. The gleam of their steel-sharp knife glinting in the barest sunlight, their posture coiling with an intent and their grasp on their blade-- the intent could not be any clearer, nor could their affiliations by the foul-blood clinging to them amidst the familiar scents of Caelid.

Frustration gnaws at his skin from within, making his chitin itch, and it's accompanied by an... unfamiliar sensation. Simmering low but surely, bubbling up at the notion of someone daring to interrupt his pursuit for their own designs. Indignation, yes, indignation that another would seek to take-claim prey from his very jaws. No less than one affiliated with that of a rival power, for even with little love for Rykard that he has there need be no doubt as to who the better hunter be...

Perhaps that's the thought that truly incites a reaction from him beyond merely impaling them with his glaring, for when they spare a glance between the tarnished (still ignorant, still ripe for the taking as the knight begins to of all things snack on something--) and himself, He Who Meddles raises a clawed digit up and draws it across his throat painfully slowly. A terribly human gesture, but hopefully one that would get the point across as the lower pair of his arms unfold and bare their own cruel, curved claws. Hefting the spear that he'd allowed to rest in the dust and pustules at his side, He Who Meddles leans forward and easily begins scaling down the cliffside with the ease that of a spider might have creeping across the wall.

If this were to be a competition, so be it. He had no intention of losing it to a rival, here in the heart of his home and with a quarry so easily claimed. He offers Nepenthe one last glare, mandibles click-clicking together in tandem even as the distance between himself and the tarnished begins to close.

[chungledownbeamcannon]

Titans go!

[jovi8602]

Beautiful page 😍😍

[fluffmugger]

Wander outside when talking to $boss on phone, find stuffed in letterbox what I assume are (no wrapping) christmas presents for myself, his lordship and yon newphewson.  Handwriting: my mother’s.    No discussion on dropping things off, no txt or call that this had happened,  she literally had to drive an hours round trip from her place to ours at some ridiculous bum-fuck AM to do this.   Peak  PA, y’all.

[onlylonelylatino]

Origin of Beast Boy by George Perez & Gene Day

[giddyfatherchris]

Okay so here's another request cuz I'm never stopping gnark gnark gnark : could you maybe do an skz fake text with reader being shy (or not if reader's comfortable) to talk about their period ? Like idk, asking for pads or tampons, talking about the blood stamps on the sheets, something else if you have another idea ? It's as you want. Also, I don't really care if it's bsf!skz or bf!skz

Bisous bisous ~

hello mon ange 😇

got divine inspiration for this today (as i just got my period and needed some comfort lololol)

hope it’ll be up to your standards and thank you again for the request <3

here it is, enjoy xx

[lucassodrawings-blog]

Last udpate ! i swear >xD

[katebishop-official]

shoutout to the guy who yelled “you’re a cunt Taylor” when our student body president got on stage

[xeropaige]

Highro Da Draggin’: Full Comic (11 pages!)

Hey, everyone! Some of you may have been wondering what that “Highro Da Draggin’“ thing was that I was posting bits of last year, well now that Spyro: Reignited Trilogy is out, and Cooties 1 is currently out of print, I thought it would be a great time to release this comic in full for everyone to enjoy for free.

[If you are viewing it on my blog and the images are too small, remember you can right click > view image, or right click > copy image address, paste etc...]

Trigger warning, dragons be getting high as fuck, this is dopesville #weed