#I adore this little gremlin

[pokecraftking]

This pokemon has a stranglehold on my heart help

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP x DC AU

Danny's gonna adopt all the Halfas in Gotham whether he wants to or not, and it's gonna start with the little dead girl he found after crawling out of that portal in the league base.

Pt 2 here. My Au Art

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There's a dead little girl sitting on the rug in front of Danny's coffee table curiously eating Cheetos.

Well, she's not all the way dead, only half, could even be a little less then that, Danny would know he's sort of the leading expert on being half dead.

Her skins blue, like comic book mystique blue, vibrant and impossible to miss. Shes got these big black eyes and a nasty split going straight through her upper lip to just under her right eye.

She's also missing her nose, it's just gone, no cartilage left over just the gaping nasal cavity like skulls have.

The little girl looks dead, she is dead, or she's at least as dead as Danny is which is almost exclusively in name only.

Her name is Curaré, Danny only knows it because it's been branded into the skin of the little girls neck, just under the curve of her bald skull.

Curaré is terribly thin, the little toddler sized T-shirt she has on hangs loose around her torso where baby fat should fill it out.

She's horrible to look at, a tiny nightmare, her corpse like coloring doing nothing to mitigate the appearance.

Curaré was neither a healthy nor normal little girl, there was no way Danny could have left that league facility without her.

Oh and she almost exclusively spoke in Spanish which made finding her dinner hard.

Not that Cheetos are really dinner, little kids need to eat more then that Danny was pretty sure, like 89% sure. Although they did have a lot of calories...

Danny tilts his head absently as he looks at her, the little demon being illuminated red and green by the glow of the TV. She's enraptured by the Scooby doo rerun Gotham's only spanish language channel is playing tonight.

As if she can feel his eyes she turns to him and tilts her head the same way.

Danny blinks at her, Curaré blinks back.

" Uh- " Danny starts, trying to remember anything from his Spanish elective from sophomore year. God, his teacher had been right he had needed to study more. " The Cheetos, you like them? They're uh...bueno? Oh! Son Buenos?"

He points his finger down at the snack sized bag in her grasp, her fingers are tiny , they must be so fragile, looking at the desperate grasp they have on the bag makes Danny's chest hurt. How could anyone be so small? Had Danny ever been that small?

Curaré blinks again, long and slow, processing Danny's words. She looks down at her Cheetos and back up at Danny then she carefully holds the bag out to him.

" Oh no that's ok they're for you kiddo" Danny insists.

Curaré shakes the bag at him, like enticing a stray cat with treats but he only shakes his head again.

She gives up after that, shrugging and turning back to her cartoons.

Inside her chest Danny can feel her ghost core vibrate placidly as Scooby and Shaggy run across the TV in a panic.

Danny's own core can't help but try to match it's frequency, a low contented humming echoes between them, safe it seems to say.

Curaré can't be older then 4, which means she was resurrected young and that she died even younger. Danny doesn't know how any of it happened, halfas aren't created easily, the amount of energy needed...

She's so small.

He hopes it was fast, whatever it was that did this to her, made her like him.

Danny also hopes that her injuries aren't permanent. Some ghosts keep the carnage of their corpses well into the after life but as a Halfa Curaré should heal, even if she got those injuries during her ressurction. For her sake it'll be much easier to find some sense of normalcy if she isn't always actively bleeding, even if the blood itself is just an ecto-echo of real blood.

Danny curls his knees up to his chest and hides his face for a moment just trying to breathe. He's too young to be taking care of a toddler, he's still six months away from turning 18 and hes got school on Monday. His eyes burn and his throat constricts as he tries to swallow.

No one else but Danny would know how to take care of Curaré, and she's got no family to try and stumble their way through it. Danny can't take her back to the league and he sure as hell isn't going to search for whoever put that brand on her neck.

Even if he dropped her off at the fire station Gotham only has one Meta focused orphanage, it's state run and all the kids in it have to wear little prison style jump suits. And the food sucks, Danny can personally vouch for that.

She doesn't have a home, she's just as out of place here in Gotham as Danny is. Danny really wishes, not for the first time, that he had an adult here. Like Jazz or hell even Mr. Fuckin Lancer.

Just anyone. Anyone who could tell Danny what to do about this. Who could help him out with the child he's suddenly acquired.

He wishes anyone else was here so it wouldn't just be him and Curaré. Two dead kids sitting on the floor of a studio apartment in the Bowery watching cartoons.

What a pair the two of them will make, oh God. Danny laughs as a few tears stain his jeans.

Curaré makes a curious little noise that has Danny forcing his head up. She's reached the inevitable end of her snack sized bag and she looks absolutely devastated. She turns to look at him, tilting the empty bag towards him as if to say ' can you believe this shit!'

Danny can't help but give her a watery smile, no more crying Fenton, and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.

" Okay, one thing at a time." Danny tells himself. " You finished your Cheetos and now it's time for dinner, right? Stop me if I'm wrong."

Curaré just looks at him.

Danny's not worried, they're gonna have all the time in the world to teach her to appreciate humour and also English.

" I'm going to take that as a yes. " Danny hops up off the floor and goes to find his phone, nobody does dinner like the local Batburger.

Little foot steps follow him into the hallway, he'll have to get used to that sound he's going to be hearing it a lot.

Food first, everything would be better after they ate.

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For BG I imagine he's been living in Gotham for a few months and found Curaré while popping in and out of different portals in Gotham. (Who woulda guessed that some portal in Gotham leads right to the lazarus pit)

Note: if u wanna see cool art for this AU it's all in the Danny and the little dead girl au tag on my pg!

[inkclover]

A wild Leshy joins your party! 🌳🐛

[bg-brainrot]

Some of my favorite things about Astarion in no particular order for no particular reason:

How he stabs

How excited he gets when blood and gore are involved

His quick quips

His wicked little grin

How he sneaks

How bad he is at hiding his vampirism and lying in general

How good he is at sleight of hand

How supportive he is of all of your wrongs

His hand movements when he talks

How open he is about his sexuality

Teeths

How good he looks covered in blood

How, despite 200 years of pure shit, he can overcome and break the cycle of abuse

His little pensive head tilts

How bad he is at planning

How good he is at critting

How he loves commenting on people's decor

His angry glower

His big pleading eyes

How he embroiders his clothing

How that embroidery is poetry

His little mms when he drinks your blood that first time

How, despite trying to act otherwise, he's just as much of a weirdo as everyone else in the group

Like he's just a chaotic little gremlin, truly

His content smile when he hugs

His lean in for a kiss

How, when he does dare to hope, he seems so genuinely happy

These are all things I wish I could tell him in the game, but since I can't, I write fic to tell him instead ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[somethingoranother7]

This is a Chance appreciation post, reblog if you love Chance WOE.BEGONE

[shaibonbon]

ART TRADE WITH THIS WONDERFUL ANGEL @adagiorii <33💚💛❤️

IT'S THE CUTE GREMLIN SANAKO 🦊, I find her so adorable broooo, she is such a cute gremlin ❤️❤️💜💜❤️❤️💖

She would make a great partner in crime with mini bon

[peanutjinan]

The kid friendships in this series are so wholesome and pure 🥺

[strangerwheelerthings]

Who is Nancy Wheeler?

Nancy Wheeler is extremely intelligent... and very impulsive.

Nancy Wheeler is very intense... and extraordinarily kind.

Nancy Wheeler is so angry at the world... and would do anything to help the people in it.

Nancy Wheeler is a leader... and she's prideful.

Nancy Wheeler is a hormonal teenage girl... and she struggles with ptsd and survivors guilt.

Nancy Wheeler deeply loves her family... and she absorbed all their dysfunctional coping mechanisms.

Nancy Wheeler can be very passionate... and represses all her emotions.

Nancy Wheeler can't lie to save her life... and does it quite frequently.

Nancy Wheeler has a strong sense of justice... and doesn't care one whit about the law if she disagrees with it.

Nancy is a great listener... and struggles with empathy when she can't understand.

Nancy Wheeler is a spitfire... and very polite to most people.

Nancy Wheeler is all this... and so much more.

Nancy Wheeler is complex and has flaws, and she's so overwhelmingly good.

[conjuring-ghouls]

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[zhe-venven]

re-playing some games that have been sitting in my Library for a while like Cotl and shovel knight

so expect more art from those fandoms, or don't my Brain work in strange ways

putting in a small sketch so that the post is not empty

[tetsunabouquet]

I'm shaking. In my search for a reborn doll to soothe the pain of probably never having a child of my own, I managed to find a feisty little girl who charmed me with her fussy expression. My mom says she kind of resembles Queen Elizabeth as a baby which made me laugh. I feel like she'll be a good fit in my rather matriarchal family - I think I never mentioned this so far, but the primary reason why my family has feminist roots is because we're a mostly female clan. My two male cousins are the first men to be born in my maternal bloodline in generations. (which is why I've been comparing my family to a pack of Hyenas since my teenage years). I am just going to let her photograph sink in and process my feelings about it this coming weekend. I'm ordering my babygirl next week. I promise I'll try to post another TWP chapter and the second teaser this weekend, but I might just be too busy with creating a list of babynames I can pick from and scouting for cute baby stuff with my mom because despite the baby being fake (unfortunately), my mom is still struck by grandma fever and wants to spoil her granddaughter.

[x-neurotoxin-x]

Hello everyone have you met mY CHILD????

[crystallizabethine]

I feel like Gandalf and Pippin's dynamic in Movie 1 boils down to this

[iamthecomet]

I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit heuehha

hehheehehe. Ok, first of all. I have so many thoughts about Sunshine and Dewdrop and I never let myself explore them, and I don't know why? And also, angry!Mountain? And if you were hoping for smut, I'm sorry. You'll have to settle for giggling ghouls instead.

"DEWDROP!" Sunshine hides her face in Dew's collarbone and giggles. He braces his hand on the back of her head, fingers dug deep into her copper curls to press her face tighter to his chest. It's either in solidarity, or an attempt to suffocate her. The broom closet is small. Big enough to hold three brooms, a mop, and two very small ghouls. As it is, they're pressed together at every point. Sunshine's thigh is wedged between Dew's. His chin is in her hair. His heart is hammering against her forehead. Mountain's footsteps get closer. He's big and angry, and so he's stomping down the hall like he's trying to topple the abbey with each step. Sunshine tips her head up so she can look at Dew in the dim closet. The only light is a slant of it coming in through the door. It casts over Dew's face, highlighting one eye, and the bridge of his nose. His mouth is tipped up into a smirk that's getting dangerously close to being an actual smile.

Mountain's footsteps slow. Dewdrop must see something on Sunshine's face, a noise bubbling in her throat because suddenly his hand is clamped over her mouth, fingers digging roughly into her cheek. He looks down at her, eyes wild and wide. She's sure he's too hot to touch for any of the other ghouls, but to her, he just feels like the comforting warmth of a bonfire on a cool night. Suddenly, the light expands. The door opens. Dew stumbles, toppling to the floor as soon as the door isn't there to lean on anymore. He drags Sunshine with him, landing in a heap at Mountain's feet. Ifrit rounds the corner as if the commotion summoned him. It probably did. He and Mountain have been looking for them for a while. Dew and Sunshine have been hopping from room to room trying to avoid their wrath. In her defense, stealing their weed and replacing it with kitchen herbs seemed like a great idea at the time. And it's still pretty fucking funny. Though, to be honest, she'd rather be dealing with high Mountain and Ifrit, instead of you know, being high and dealing with Mountain and Ifrit. Dew groans from beneath her. Heaving out a sigh that sounds a lot like he's finally giving up. That's no good. "Get up," Mountain demands.

Sunshine looks up at him and Ifrit, arms crossed, brows furrowed down. Ifrit's tail flicks back and forth like a cat getting ready to pounce. And that's no good either. She doesn't want to deal with the consequences now. She's still having fun. She looks over their heads, to the beams of light pouring in through one of the massive gable windows. She smiles sweetly up at Mountain. It's cruel, she knows, because he's a sucker for a soft smile, she watches his guard drop, just a little. And she reaches up, makes a fist, and suddenly the room is flooded with sunlight, blinding everyone but her. She jumps to her feet, hauling Dew up by the wrist, and bolts. "Go, go, go, go" she shrieks, dragging Dew behind her as she skids around the corner. "SUNSHINE!" Ifrit roars from the other hallway. Dew cackles. He's picking up speed now that he can see again. He overtakes her easily, adjusting their hold so their fingers are laced together as they run. He grins at her, "I've got the perfect place."

[yansurnummu]

quick thing of my ohmes-raht healer, Ma'jhada and her senche-raht brother, J'dasi :3

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys I played the ANTONBLAST DEMO and I’m SUPRISED I AINT THAT BAD AT IT-

I LOVED boiler city!! I played it twice just to get a hang of it the second time and I think I did pretty swell!! Although I kept missing things every time so I gotta work on that >:)))

Also VERY VERY surprised I didn’t die during Happy Hour my first time!! I kept dying mid runs (the main level itself) cuz I kept losing hearts 💀 but I did great with happy hour!!

Cinnamon springs I’m trying Annie!! I lover her, SHES SUCH A LITTLE GREMLIN UGGH!!! 💚💚💚💚

Also fun fact, my dad walked in on me playing it and he asked if Annie was a demon, SHE PASSES AS A DEMON GUYS-

Also also also, cinnamon springs has me kicked in the butt 😤😤 There’s one part with this one tall ledge I can’t jump on and I think I know what to do?- But I’m not sure 😅 But I’m having fun!! >:)))

The demo is INSANE and if you have the time to play it You definitely should!!! It’s a BLAST- 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥