#HES FULL OF SOUP
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has anyone ever seen a dog more full of soup than him
my first go making a friend out of yarn!
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a word for word interaction i had with my boyfriend that i think about at least once a day
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion#tavstarion#there is context but it doesn't help#we were watching food videos and there was a gnocchi soup that looked like beans#and G is. a special lad#and i love him#he and dorian are very similar in that they basically live in the woods full time
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Dp x dc idea 31
Danny is having a conversation with some dc hero this is the gist.
Hero: so your a meta
Danny: whats a meta
Hero: so an alien???
Danny: aliens exist?!
Hero: so where are you from
Danny: Illinois
Basically Danny has no clue what’s going on in the outside world. Whether it be a info blackout in amity or just him being to stressed to keep up. Just this hero trying to figure out what he is.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#Danny just casually souped a ghost in front of them#and got in a wee bit of a fight#as in he had a full fight with skulker#gives them enough reason to ask him questions#anything they ask gets the most basic least helpful answer#Danny’s not doing that on purpose#he’s just confused#the Giw gets casually brought up#just Danny going yea. i got sick of being shot at by the government so i left Illinois for. break
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The beauty of how vague mcsm character models are is that no one can say that Nurm wasn't in a pirate hat
⭐ Gay test meme by @/Blackfox12000 ⭐
#Posted the og to disc 😋#minecraft story mode#mcsm#mcsm nurm#nurm mcsm#mcsm fanart#minecraft villager#Full of soup#Nurm has to be at least a little badass/cunty whenever I draw him I don't make the rules#He's either iconic or a cutie patootie#I say as if he isn't a fifty year old man.#Yes he has a tail. I do what I want#Chat should I drop the villager headcannons?#Maybe I will#Might make this my actual design for Nurm cause DAYUM#clemont_ine
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Actually writing a HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU fic with a solid story line because there's too much stuff going on in this goddamn AU and I need to organize it a little!!
#y'all might not like the style of it tho because I made it like 80% dialogue and it's super easy to read#It isn't like- a full on fic ig?? Idk- but I get burnt out and demotivated when I have to write full on with descriptions and the#“He said this” and “she said that” n stuff#So I just kept like the core parts that you actually need to understand the story- aka my only favorite things to write: dialogue and#Environmental description!!!!!#So la dee da- here it is#This is actually super fun for me to write for once tho because it's a lot of dialogue AND shifting of symbolism + foreshadowing#+ I'm actually writing something instead of being blocked for months!! Yipee!!#Anyways- tell me how you folks like it- or not!#my writing#My fic#fanfiction#gravity falls#gravity falls au#gravity falls fanfiction#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#Alphabet Soup AU#<- I am KEEPING THAT NAME ily whoever coined it first- tell me so I can credit you fr fr
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Absinthe & Sugar:
"They" pronouns used for MC, Unspecified background, no gendered language or descriptors used. WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive content/non-explicit smut (very little description used). MC is specified to be the receiving partner (penetration) for a round. Exact relationship dynamic is left heavily to interpretation but I'd say skip if you are sensitive to toxicity. ✦Read on Ao3.
The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms, Vere said.
The sex isn't quite the way they intended. Leander is eager, desperate and overly affectionate. It rattles them, incongruent with the playboy image of a man they thought they were inviting into their bed; the casual escapade they were inclined towards doesn’t seem to be what they received.
They try to exert control—they do exert control, though it feels like a hollow facsimile at best. He accommodates their whims, accepts and welcomes their harsh treatment even as they dig their cursed nails into his flesh, press bites against his lips when he seeks their kiss. His eyes never seem to leave theirs, even as they parry and avoid every intimate gesture he offers them. Their first fuck is rough—a relief—absolution and damnation in equal measure.
They’re high on adrenaline for the second, nerves singing as he sears worshipful kisses against their golden fissures, laces their fingers together with his, murmurs nonsense.
They lose count of the rest. Their mind is lost in the heat and the sweat, the green haze they wish they could blame on liquor. It’s a dream—feeling someone so completely, without any of their usual visceral fear. But it’s a nightmare. The way they tip their head back to hold back their tears and end up showing their throat, the way they swallow his whispered promises.
Leander doesn’t behave decently. Doesn’t escort himself out afterwards. He spends all night crowding them in bed, arms encircling them, his heavy weight trapping them against his chest. They shove at him, weak and ineffectual, exhausted from the night's activities. While their eyes droop, fluttering closed against their will, his stare is vibrant, an affectionate smile upon his still-wet lips. As they drift off they feel the press of his mouth against their temple. They tell themselves they hate it, lips too numbed with impending sleep to protest aloud.
They mean to rebuke him when they wake. Deride his terrible etiquette as a one night stand. Tell him he smothered them with his body heat and hogged the blanket, contradictions be damned. They spend a long moment internally repeating what they’ll say—studying his sleeping face, the stress he carries during waking hours so obvious now that they see him not bearing the burden. The moment slips away when he opens his eyes, words momentarily caught in their throat as they admire the color of them, as they listen to his easy pillow talk. The curve of his smile, the crinkle of his eyes at their stilted responses. His warm embrace.
He holds them all night only to get on his knees for them in the morning.
The pleasure is so intense, they feel like they’re about to lose their own mind.
They dig their nails into his back when he fucks them, snapping his hips in a rhythm that steals their breath away. They hold him with the same fervor he held them. (As if that might be the tipping point—their last ditch effort—they’ve scared away anyone they’ve ever wanted just by wanting—)
And he says it; into their ear: “I love you.” And his voice is wrecked but he still manages to make it sound like a prison sentence. “I love you. I have you, I have you, you can—”
They score a punishing red line down his scarred bicep with one cursed hand, gripping his hair with the other to wrench him away, to make him look them in the face. He groans low in his chest, eyelashes fluttering—a true masochist—but his gaze meets their own with intent. He pauses, pulses inside of them but doesn’t come.
“Maybe I have you.” They spit viciously, though they don’t think they do.
He’s immune to their poisonous tone like he’s immune to their curse.
But they’re weak to whatever he is. To his soft retaliation.
They try to tug their hands away from his reaching grasp, but he doesn’t even acknowledge their resistance. He laces his fingers with theirs, saccharine sweet, pressing the backs of their palms into the mattress.
“I’m glad,” he says tenderly. Affectionate like he has the right, like he’s anything more or less than the worst decision they’ve ever made. “I want to be yours.”
His absinthe green eyes seem to peer right through them.
“And you're mine, too…aren't you…?”
The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms.
They wonder at the fact that they listened to Vere, believed him wholeheartedly, and still did this.
#lmk if i need any other warnings and I will add them I haveeee some plague brain fog; i am unwell pls send soup#(interaction is soup)#leander x reader#touchstarved fanfic#touchstarved game#touchstarved leander#18+ mdni#dividers are by me & i want u to know this image was so beautiful at full size and I have to stop making them at full size bc i am sad#anyways if u wanna use it for some reason just throw me an @#“He’s immune to their poisonous words like he’s immune to their curse.” has been in my drafts since like 1st week demo sad to see it change#sad to see it leave the nest#I will probs reuse the original tbh that is THE LEANDER & ATHERIS DYNAMIC TO ME#Flavor tags:#{This} Verse {The Same As The Last}#{Absinthe & Arsenic}#{Absinthe & Sugar}#citrus fiending tag#toxintouch writing
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#i havent actually started 3-1 yet all i know is that he ate a necklace made of poison glass.#so pls dont spoil me👉👈#this was inspired by my friends comment of “Phoenix is filled with wreckless abandon and poison glass”#accompanied by the full of soup image#phoenix wright#mia fey#trials and tribulations#my art#ace attorney
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Lol, I really enjoyed the shading style, so I made one more nibit
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me and my gf went over to my best friend's house and he fed his cat and lil dude was gone for like 20/30 minutes and came back FULL😭
@xdakota1x
#i love this dumb little thing#cat#kitten#full of soup#SO full of soup he is#little guy#goober#kitty#cats#kitty cat
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He’s full of soup 🍲
He got more soup~ 🍲
#soup#he is full of soup#valorant#my art#valorant fanart#valorant wingman#wingman#valorant memes#doodle#valorant gekko#sketch#digital art
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The cat’s out of the bag - Chapter 2
Here’s chapter two! More adventures of Wind stuck as a cat.
Now with an ao3 link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52017334/chapters/132551434#main
Chapter 1 | Next
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Wind and Twilight traveled through the woods for a while, Wind hanging on to Twilight’s pelt the entire time.
As he walked, Twilight told Wind a little about when he’d first been transformed into a wolf, explaining the trouble he’d had adjusting to his body, and how once he’d figured it out, it wasn’t too hard. Wind listened in interest, and made a few mental notes of things to try once Twilight set him down.
But eventually Twilight stopped talking as he looked more intently for signs of the others, and Wind found his mind wandering in the quiet of the woods.
He still couldn’t believe Twilight was Wolfie. No wonder he was so touchy about being petted, and seemed so intelligent, like he could really understand it when they talked to him.
It would also explain why Wild was so close with the wolf... did that mean Wild knew Twilight was Wolfie?
Did anyone else know?
Wind let out a thoughtful little squeaky noise, resting his head on his paws.
Time probably did. It seemed like he knew everything sometimes, but aside from him... well, Legend would have to know if he’d been turned into an animal too, but that must be it. That meant three whole people had known Wolfie wasn’t just a wolf... Wind wasn’t sure quite how he felt about that.
Of course, he had some other things on his mind at the moment.
He breathed out a sigh, adjusting his grip on Twilight’s shoulder. He still felt weird, a little nauseous and achy from his transformation. He also kept forgetting he didn’t have hands, and when he went to do things like scratch his nose, he ended up hitting himself in the face with his cumbersome paws.
How was he supposed to do anything like this? Even walking was too hard at the moment, and Wind felt his tail lash as he thought of how useless he currently was.
Hopefully they would find Sky and the others and fix this before it became an even bigger problem.
The afternoon dragged on, Twilight’s steps lagging a little the longer they went. The smell of blood was still sharp in Wind’s nose (which he was discovering was way better at smelling then his regular one), and he spared a wistful thought towards the red potion he knew was sitting in his bag. All his stuff had disappeared when he’d been transformed, so there was no way to get it right now... as far as he knew.
Just one more thing to ask about when I get my voice back, he thought with a sigh. I wonder where it all went anyway? Aryll’ll be so upset if her telescope is gone...
Twilight made a small noise of pain as he brushed past a branch, and Wind went back to watching him, feeling more and more worried the longer they went. The rancher kept wincing, and Wind finally bapped his ear to get his attention.
“Hm?” Twilight said, blinking as he looked at Wind.
“Your arm is still bleeding,” Wind meowed, and when Twilight gave him a confused look, huffed in annoyance. Right. No talking. Argh.
Twilight had wrapped a few bandages around his arm, but they’d begun to stain, red seeping through. Wind wasn’t sure how bad the injury was, but he wasn’t keen on having Twilight collapse from blood loss or anything.
I won’t be able to help him at all if he does.
Wind quickly chased away that thought, and instead of trying to communicate through further meows, got to his feet and moved around Twilight’s shoulder, gesturing clumsily with a paw at the blood on the rancher’s arm.
“It’s fine Wind, it looks worse then it is,” Twilight assured when he figured out what he was doing.
Wind twitched his tail. I don’t believe that for a second.
To prove his point, he abruptly jabbed at Twilight’s hurt arm, and the rancher yelped, jerking his arm so hard Wind was nearly flung off. He only managed to hang on by extending his claws and clinging to Twilight’s pelt, and gave him a flat look as Twilight tried to smooth his expression of pain.
“Okay okay, so it’s not just a little scrape. It still isn’t that bad,” Twilight grumbled, helping Wind settle back onto his unhurt shoulder. “But I can’t do anything more about it, Sailor. We’re just going to have to wait until we’re with the others again.”
Wind let out a little grumbly growl, but he knew Twilight was right.
That didn’t mean he liked it, though.
They continued through the woods in silence, Twilight only speaking up on occasion. They both perked up when he found what looked like boot prints, hopefully a sign of the others, and Wind paid more attention to his surroundings after that.
His senses were sharper then normal, which had been totally overwhelming at first, but he was starting to get used to the sounds and scents of the forest. Wind could hear birds flying overhead from much further away then normal, and smell all kinds of things.
Along with the blood and wolf smell on Twilight, Wind could sniff out the sap from the pine trees they walked by, and various animals that had passed by the trail they were following, along with a faint whiff of the sea all at the same time.
It was pretty weird.
Wind kept himself amused by trying to figure out what all the different smells were, his nose stuck in the air. He als tried to make out some of the more unusual noises he heard, and Twilight looked at him more then once with a smile on his face, like he knew what he was doing.
Wind just wished he could ask him for advice.
It wasn’t until the sun was nearly set when a new noise filtered through the trees, and Wind sat up, swiveling his ears around as he listened. It hadn’t been the same birdcalls he’d been hearing as they walked, or the rustling of leaves in the wind...
He strained his ears a little more, and perked up as he finally recognized it.
That had sounded like talking!
Twilight heard it only a moment later, and he smiled over at Wind, speeding his steps towards the noises. They grew louder and louder, and as Twilight pushed through the bushes, the other Links came into view, talking around a half-set up campsite.
Wind ducked down a little on Twilight’s shoulder (in respect for him wanting to keep Wolfie a secret), and began looking around for Sky.
“Rancher!” Wild called out when he noticed him, and the other heroes paused in their discussion to give him relieved looks, several eyes drawn to his bloodied arm. Warriors stepped over when he saw it, and immediately began fishing in his bag, relief and worry equal on his face.
“Glad to see you’re alright Rancher, we were worried,” Four said as he set down some firewood, and Wind ducked even lower as he walked by. Where was Sky?
“What’s going on?” Twilight asked as he stepped closer to Warriors, and Wind looked around at the heroes as some of them resumed their discussion, their loud talking sounding more like an argument to him. It was mostly making his ears hurt.
“We can’t find Sky or Wind,” Warriors replied as he continued to dig in his bag. His voice was grim, and Wind thought he looked a little frazzled. “They must have been separated from us somehow, I don’t know where they are. But what worries me most is that they’re the only ones we haven’t found. Apart from you Rancher, we all came out in the same area.”
“That’s strange,” Twilight replied, his brow creasing. “Sky isn’t with you all?”
A wave of dread swamped over Wind. Oh no.
“Nope. Haven’t seen him since we came through the portal. He probably fell asleep somewhere,” Legend drawled, but his voice held a fair amount of concern in it.
“Have you seen Wind?” Four asked Twilight, and then his gaze caught on the cat sitting on his shoulder.
His eyes went wide, color shimmering off of them, and Wild seemed to notice the cat at the same moment the smithy did, his eyebrows shooting up.
“Twilight is that a cat?” the champion asked loudly, and Twilight cringed as the argument stopped, everyone staring over at where Wind was sitting primly on his unhurt shoulder.
Four and Time exchanged looks, Time’s eye narrowing in a calculating way, and Wind heard Twilight swallow.
“I...”
He trailed off, and Wind moved closer to his head, giving him a gentle nudge. It’s okay Twi.
Twilight let out a sigh, his face turning to one of resignation.
“...Yeah, it is. I... guess the cat’s out of the bag,” he mumbled, and Wind twitched his whiskers at the phrase. Seriously Twilight? “This... is our sailor.”
The clearing was suddenly very quiet.
“...You’re kidding,” Legend groaned after a solid minute of silence, putting his head in his hands. “Rancher you’ve got to be more careful with that stupid necklace.”
“It wasn’t my fault!” Twilight said indignantly, and the clearing broke into confused questions while Wind gave Legend a look, sticking his tongue out. That’s right it wasn’t! Well... not really. “It was an accident, veteran.”
“But... how?” Warriors asked, looking between Wind and Twilight with an expression of alarm. He’d found a potion bottle, but seemed to have forgotten about it as he stared between them. “He can’t have— really? Is this a joke?”
“Oh it’s no joke,” Four said with a quirked eyebrow.
Wind eyed the smithy curiously. Maybe Wild, Time, and Legend aren’t the only ones who knew about Wolfie after all.
Twilight sighed. “Captain, it’s complicated, and I promise I’ll explain, but long story short... we need the Master Sword to fix him.”
Warriors looked even more alarmed. “What? Why do you need the Master Sword? Is he cursed?”
“...Sort of?”
“Sort of?!”
“Okay, yes, it’s sort of a curse, but it’s easily fixed,” Twilight reassured.
“He’s right. Relax Captain, we just need the sword and he’ll be good to go,” Legend spoke up again, and though Warriors still looked worried, he calmed down somewhat.
“Erm, one problem with that... Sky has the Master Sword with him,” Hyrule piped up, and the confused questions and chatter died down a bit.
“Oh. Well that does put a wrench in things,” Wild said.
Wind meowed quietly in agreement.
All of them turned to stare at Wind at the noise, and the sailor squirmed a little at the scrutiny. He could feel their eyes on him, looking at his fur and whiskers and everything, and he sank down a little in Twilight’s pelt.
“Sailor, are you okay?” Warriors asked as he stepped forward, studying Wind with a worried look.
Wind let out a meow in reply, and without really thinking, gave Warriors’ outstretched hand a lick. The captain blinked in surprise, and Wind had just enough time to wonder why exactly he’d done that, before Warriors smiled, giving Wind a small scratch behind the ears.
Ooh... that felt nice.
Wind leaned into the touch, a rumbly noise rising in his chest, then blinked, and shook himself as he realized what he was doing.
For Jabun’s sake, he wasn’t actually a cat!
“You’re really okay, kiddo?” Warriors asked seriously, and Wind nodded, still enjoying the feel of his fingers gently running over his fur. He was feeling better now that he was back with the others, even if he was embarrassed to be... well, a cat.
I was already the youngest, and now I’m the smallest too, Wind thought as Warriors removed his hand, feeling glum. Even a miniblin would give me trouble like this, no less something like a kargaroc. I’m toast if we go into battle...
“So a cat, huh... that’s interesting,” Four said thoughtfully.
“You’re awfully fluffy,” Hyrule said, peering at Wind.
“Wow, yeah,” Wild said, putting his face right up by Wind’s. Wind had the sudden urge to bat at the hair coming lose from his ponytail. “Are all cats this fluffy?”
“Yes Wild, they are,” Twilight said, his voice sounding a little strained, and Time came over and pushed him gently down to sit on a log.
“Alright, let’s slow down a bit. I believe a further explanation would be helpful, but Twilight’s arm could use a potion first.” Time took the bottle from Warriors and handed it to Twilight as he spoke. “Sailor, are you hurt at all?”
Wind let out a thoughtful little chirp, and looked back at himself. He was reminded again of the handful of cuts he’d gotten during the fight on the cliff as he looked at his fur, but there wasn’t anything serious. He mostly felt sore from being knocked through the portal, and then being forcibly turned into a cat.
He couldn’t easily communicate any of this though, and looked a bit helplessly at Twilight.
“I think he has a couple scrapes, but nothing bad,” Twilight answered for him, having done his own look-over. Then the rancher leaned closer to Time, continuing in a lower voice that Wind almost missed. “All that magic hit him hard though. He can’t have a potion in this form, but... getting something warm in his stomach would be good for him.”
Wind narrowed his eyes, but didn’t protest as Time looked him over, his eye studying the few cuts he had.
Sympathy shone on Time’s face as he looked at Wind’s changed form, and he ran a gentle finger over his head before drawing back and asking Wild if dinner was ready. Wild nodded, and while Twilight drank his potion, Time poured a bit of the soup Wild had been letting simmer into a dish, and set it down on Twilight’s lap.
“Let’s have dinner,” Time said, sitting down beside Twilight. “Finding Sky is our priority, but empty stomachs are a more immediate problem.”
Nobody had any objections to Time’s suggestion, and anyone standing sat down. Wind had a feeling they were having dinner mostly for his and Twilight’s sakes, but Twilight definitely needed a break based on how pale his face was, so he didn’t complain.
The tantalizing smell of soup wafted through the clearing, and Wind suddenly realized he was rather hungry. His stomach let out a quiet growl, and Wind carefully shimmied down Twilight’s arm, still really not used to dealing with his paws and tail. But he managed to land without incident, and settled onto his lap next to the dish Time had gotten for him.
It took him another several minutes to figure out how to lap up the soup with his tongue though, and even then he still got some on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on him as Wild began passing out soup, and Wind felt his face grow hot, even though he was sure cats couldn’t blush.
Did they have to stare?
He shot a withering look around camp, and everybody seemed to get the hint, looking at their own food instead of his.
Wind quickly lapped up the rest of the soup while nobody was watching, caring less about being messy and just wanting to finish. It didn’t take him long to empty the dish, and he leaned back, licking his chops.
The soup had left a warm feeling in his middle, and Wind felt a lot better now that he’d eaten. So what if he had trouble with getting his tongue to work the way it was supposed to, and had bits of soup on his whiskers? It had been delicious.
Wind let out a breathy little sigh. Now if only I wasn’t still a cat...
“So Twilight, what exactly happened to you and Wind?” Warriors asked as they all ate, tone light, but still a bit suspicious.
“I don’t know all of what happened to Wind, but I can tell you what happened after I fell through the portal,” Twilight said. There was a flicker of something uneasy on his face, but he quickly smoothed it over, and Wind blinked.
He’s still nervous about Wolfie I bet... Is he going to explain about that, or make something up? he wondered, watching Twilight set down his empty dish. I wouldn’t blame him if he did. But then again, if I’m right about Four, then Hyrule and Warriors are the only ones who don’t know he’s Wolfie. It would be weird not to explain...
Twilight began to speak about the battle, and Wind settled a bit more comfortably on his lap, unable to stop himself from yawning.
He’d been planning to try walking around some more, and practice getting his paws to work right, but he was full of soup, and warm, and feeling awfully tired again, and decided just sitting and listening wouldn’t be so bad.
Besides, Sky might show up any minute, and then I won’t need to practice.
Twilight’s soft voice made little vibrations go through Wind’s paws as he spoke, his voice rumbling a little in his chest. The sound was oddly soothing, and Wind felt his eyes start to droop.
He valiantly tried to stay awake, but the exhaustion and tiredness in his bones he’d been trying to ignore suddenly reminded him of their existence full-force. Another yawn escaped him, his teeth glinting as he stretched his jaws, and Wind tucked his paws under himself, nestling his tail around him.
Someone’s hand patted his fur, and Wind sighed, tucking his face under his tail.
They would figure this all out, he was sure. Sky would show up with the Master Sword, or they’d go find him, and Wind would be back to normal in no time at all.
...He hoped.
He really, really hoped.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu wind#lu twilight#lu chain#...minus sky#linked universe fanfic#kitty wind#linked universe wind#fic#writing from the floor#you can tell I was having fun writing Wind being cute#even if he’ll deny it until he’s blue in the face#also he’s literally that cat meme that’s the ‘full of soup’ one
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wanted to share this fic that i have been obsessing over day and night since i read it.. 🥹 i love it sososo much pls give it a read!!! ♡
#i was taking screenshots of the chapters like they were photos at a concert#just wanted to read something cute before bed and suddenly i am crying because of how sweet they are to each other#their characterizations are everything#oikawa is such a nerd / brat / baby#my favorite breed#kuroo is a little shit as he always is but oh#oh when he gets all gentle.. T___T#i already said this on twt but i turned into fucking soup when he called him “baby” for the first time#head so full of thoughts#oughhh#@astridandrose thank u so much for writing this + the kuroo x oikawa oneshot which i read and love too#oikuro#kurooi#kuroo tetsurou#oikawa tooru#haikyuu#yan is echolocating ⋆˙⟡♡
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rip tim drake u would’ve loved meal prepping
#bart vc why is your fridge full of tupperware with chicken rice and broccoli#he’ll still eat tim’s food. but he won’t be happy about it#it’s always funny to me when fanon in an attempt to make characters relatable will take away basic skills#basic skills they possess! or even enjoy doing!#there is a bat that can’t cook and i assure u it’s not tim or dick or steph or (insert another character who is GROWN.)#& has to provide for themselves because they live alone and don’t have an actual butler#yes i think about bruce’s fuckass tuna sandwich every day! what of it?#anyways i think about tim cooking often#i think he is a decent cook. he enjoys eating and he likes cooking for people he cares about#soup he made for steph and meal he was gonna make for bruce i love u#tim drake#what’s bro yappin about
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our flag means death S2E3: the innkeeper
#our flag means death#ofmd spoilers#ofmd s2 spoilers#shrimp gifs#it was just a very pretty scene i think#i'm laughing because i played around with curves -- as you do -- but then i had to manually bring the brightness down and make everything#more blue again because it's just better that way lol#god i'm having... so many little marbles bouncing around my head like#this post is already tagged with all the spoiler tags i think i can talk in here#the way it started i had No Inkling At All that this would be this kind of setting. so i didn't pay attention to the surroundings or all th#stuff. hell i could barely hear what they're saying because all my fancy schmancy english skills fall apart in the face of your normal soun#mixing. I MISSED THAT IZ AND ED SAID “LOVE” LIKE HELLO#but. but anyway. but. but once it was revealed that This Is All In Ed's Head. that hornigold is ed and everything is ed. man. god.#it's cold and wet and dark (ed likes warmth). ed was washed up on the shore with his face full of sand but THEN he got rescued by someone#who he hated and associated with all the pain and violence AND who then force-fed him soup so he could get better. who had pretty pieces of#glass hanging from his tent (there's no sun but the decoration itself is a promise of a pretty sighs when the rays of the sun hit#just right--) AND you can't forget the sandals. and the play-acting and aoughhhh EEEDDDDDDDD god he's so good HE'S SO GOOD#i dont think i should touch the delightful revenge scenes because they're dark as fuck and idk if the files i have are hq enough#to survive the becurvening. BUT. ed my love!!! i hope this is not where your insanities end
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Big Agree... how could i have forgotten that olivine has SOCIAL SKILLS?!. he has siblings. He has followers. He knows how to deal with petulance. Of course he has the expertise to inadvertently bribe eiden... something something catch more with honey than threats...
Wait hold on it's like an interview question
MASTER EIDEN REFUSES TO STAY IN BED DESPITE HIS INJURIES. WHAT DO YOU DO?
#the mansion is full of creatures ready to AGGRESSIVELY CARE EIDEN#canon: yakumo has tripped over a single blade of grass (horizontal)#i bet yakumo drags his feet in this weird silent shuffle so i'm surprised he hasn't tripped over himself more often#olivine's chest is like a weighted blanket for your brain#let his weighty bosom smother all your anxieties#after i drew these i started thinking about the scenarios for aaalllll the clan members#and trying to separate them into classes like. ;violent. force. persuasion. gentle#but my brain shortcircuited bc too many people#just goes to show howmuch bias goes into every person's headcanons#because i? would personally suplex eiden into bed and force feed him soup#so of course Violence would be the most accessible idea in my brain#and i would categorise most clan members in that Box#regardless of whether that's accurate characterisation or not............#sometimes. peace is an option.i should not forget#(i will forget.)#nu carnival#replies#nu carnival eiden#nu carnival garu#nu carnival kuya#nu carnival olivine#nu carnival yakumo
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gourm... gourma..... he's so cutie patootie i love him
#rain world#art#my art#rain world downpour#rw slugcat#rw designs#artists on tumblr#slugcat#rw gourmand#rain world gourmand#gourmand slugcat#rain world design#he's so fat i love him so much#BEAST full of SOUP
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