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THUNDERBIRDS are Go!
I participated in a plastic model event.
プラモデルのイベントに参加してきました\(^o^)/
19/06/2023
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#real kit thunderbird 2#thunderbird 2#real kit the mole#thunderbird 4#thunderbird 5#the mole#zero-x#thunderbird 3
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Gerry Anderson core. Something is always super exciting about seeing all the vehicles and also the sound effects for them are ingrained into my core being.
#Gerry Anderson#Supermarionation#Gerry and Sylvia Anderson#Thunderbirds#Captain Scarlet#Stingray#Zero-X#image described
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I LOVE SETH AND JANE SO MUCH AAAAA I cannot shut up about them
#art#fanart#my art#seth lowell#jane doe#jane doe zzz#zenless zone zero#zzz#zzzero#zenless zone zero fanart#zzz fanart#seth x jane doe#seth lowell x jane doe#zzzero fanart
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DPxDC "Pick Me Up"
The stream goes live on the first day of the school year. It's the usual song and dance - mad laughing, threats, poor jokes, terror, and about thirty kids huddled together in a classroom behind Joker's back. Tim recognizes it as one of the Gotham Academy classrooms. Dick can't imagine the horror those kids' parents must be feeling right now. Jason jokes about middle school traumatic experiences. Damian is feeling very justified for skipping classes today.
Bruce, all suited up in his Batman garb, is making his way to the Academy as fast as he possibly can. Those are kids.
Gotham is once again anxiously kept on the edge of their seats, watching as Joker decides to interview the kids on their learning experience so far. Something about leaving a good first impression on the new generation or some other bullshit. Most kids stutter over their words - it's true that Gothamites are way more composed when facing life-threatening events, but those kids are only fourteen or fifteen for the most part. They are not old enough to keep their cool in the face of a murder clown.
That is, until Joker points his camera at one of the girls. Black hair in a high ponytail, blue eyes without a trace of fear, a slightly displeased, even bored expression on her face. She looks straight into the camera, not even waiting for the laughing madman to finish his question, and deadpans:
"I don't think I like school. Pick me up, please."
Joker sputters.
"Not so scared, I see," he sneers, and, in the next moment, a comically large gun painted in purples and greens is pointed to the girl's forehead, "How about now?"
The girl scrunches her nose and makes a so-so gesture.
"It's kinda meh," she admits, "Like, yeah, points for style, but you know, size doesn't matter. It's all in the technique."
Dick snorts over the comms. It's a bad time for laughing, sure, but the phrase caught him off-guard. This is not what you'd expect to hear from a teen, and definitely not something you'd expect anyone to say to the Joker. Jason's comms are muted, but Barbara knows he also laughed a little.
"Technique, you say?" Joker hisses, pressing the gun closer to the girl's head, and she winces, leaning away from it, almost as if she is disgusted by the touch.
"Yeah, I mean, guns are not that scary anyway. What are you gonna do with them, blast my brains all over the floor? Been there, done that," the girl shrugs, "Kinda nasty, but overall, it's just like slime, only sticky." She pauses and looks to the side, seemingly lost in thought, "Huh, maybe we should have added Borax to it. Or was it baking soda?.."
"Listen here, you little brat," Joker's fingers catch the girl's chin, and his voice becomes sickeningly menacing. Bruce is almost there, just two more minutes. Tim is already grappling onto the wall.
But none of them get to finish.
"Put your dirty fingers away from my sister," a low, cold, and even in a way that speaks of barely contained fury, voice comes from out of the screen.
The camera spins, like whoever is holding it turned really fast, and everyone watching the stream sees a fairly normal guy standing by the window - a turtleneck and ripped jeans, same black hair as the girl, same blue eyes... Wait, they are not blue.
And that's not a guy.
The camera falls down to the floor, and there are a lot of panicked screams coming from the broadcast now, but none of them sound like children's voices. It's the screams of adults, of grown-ass men, and later, someone even claimed they heard Joker's scream among them, too. The picture on camera glitches a few times, and the angle is awkward, but everyone still gets to see how shadows in the room morph into eyes, wide open and green, and how the darkness grows sharp teeth, countless grinning mouths that don't belong to any faces.
Screams turn into gargling and then to quiet whispers, filling the ears of all those listening with countless words in languages they don't know.
Red Robin turns off the recording and looks to that same guy from the levestream, sitting across him on the couch. The guy - Daniel, or Danny, as he introduced himself - looks him in the eyes and raises an eyebrow.
"Okay, and?"
"How did you do it?" Tim asks for the third time this evening. Danny blinks.
"Did what?" He asks, completely incomprehending. Tim groans. He's been trying to get his answers, any answers at this point, from the guy for thirty fucking minutes already. So far, he's got nothing. Danny, whoever the fuck he is, proves to be the most annoying human being on Earth.
"Seven people in a coma, including Joker himself, with no physical injuries and none of the children remember a thing! How?!" He demands, and a girl's face peeks from around the corner:
"I remember!"
Tim snaps his head at her, "What do you remember?"
The girl pauses, blinks, and looks to Danny. Then shrugs, "My brother picked me up from school."
Tim drops his head down and breathes out in frustration. He can't force the information out of civilians, he is a vigilante, not a mafia.
"Would it make you feel better if I promise not to do it again?" Danny asks, and his voice is way too innocent for Tim to believe him. He raises his head to look the guy in his shameless, amused eyes.
"I hate you."
"Thanks," Danny grins.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#tim drake#batfam#batman#dani phantom#danielle phantom#eldritch danny#but he wont admit to it#cork writes#cork prompts#i wrote this as a way to relax#theres zero plot to it#just danny being petty#and dani saying mildly concerning shit in camera#it was her first day in the new school#all in all it was a fairly okay first day
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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore
#m. talk#leon kennedy x reader#neteyam x reader#dante sparda x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o’hara x reader#sub zero mortal kombat#sub zero x reader#johnny cage x reader#astarion x reader#karlach x reader#star wars x reader#star wars#viktor arcane x reader#bi han#bi han x reader#soldier boy x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader
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Danny has been reincarnated.
Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.
It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?
His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-
Anyways.
He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.
He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.
Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.
Whatever.
So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.
He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.
He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!
'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.
Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!
He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.
Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.
He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#Danny is a clone of Wonder Woman and Superman#He wasn't perfect so he got put up#Through the use of bullshit youngest privileges Danny can boss around and somewhat pacify Match#You know how the Batfam made their own language in those Cryptid/Creepy/Isolated Batfam fics?#Yea that but between Danny and Match#This is obviously before Superboy freed Match but this is also after Superboy was freed#Danny has zero clue who Wonder Woman or Superman is or the Justice League#Lex Luthor is a bit perplexed over two clones missing when he finds out but doesn't care too much since they were both failed clones#And no problem arouse regarding the two of them#He's more so worried about who got passed his security#Nobody besides Lex (because as mentioned above) knows about them#Yet
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if only he had noticed
#rewatched jjk zero and it was a big miss steak#i will never get over them#stsg#satosugu#sugusatu#sgst#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo x geto#hidden inventory arc#premature death arc#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#fanart#geto suguru#suguru geto#arctvros
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Thunderbirds guest vehicles appreciation:
The many guest vehicles seen in Thunderbirds. Which is your favourite?
#thunderbirds 1965#guest vehicles#fireflash#sidewinder#sun probe#monorail#Martian Space Probe#ocean pioneer#RTL-2#crablogger#skythrust#KLA#Zero-X#Skyship One
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And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words
Comic Masterpost
Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world
#Shep came out a lil scuffed but I don't feel like redrawing that one panel a third time#drawing her with a new hairstyle is always a bit of a crapshoot on the first attempt so oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#but while my shep did her best to turn into an unidentifiable blob?#Garrus gave me pretty much zero issues. only had to redraw him once#we see who the more loved child is in this family#mass effect#femshep#garrus vakarian#mass effect comic#shakarian#femshep x garrus#garrus x femshep#cw: swearing#sharky shepard#sharky art
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Girls want only one thing…
#jane zzz#seth zzz#jane doe zzz#zzz fanart#zzzero#zzz#seth lowell#jane x seth#sethjane#janeseth#zenless zone zero fanart#zenless zone zero
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sugar daddy!simon would go so hard cuz he'd need no sugar but lets his hand linger on the small of your back when standing at the register with his wallet out or grab your foot to massage beneath the table at the upper scale restaurant yall are dining at.
he doesn't push (surprisingly but hey it works for you!) you give him whatever you want, be it just your hand to hold or a chaste kiss on the cheek in thanks after carrying all the stuff he bought to your room. he spoils you rotten regardless but then the issue comes when you actually want him to touch you.
simon doesn't touch. not when you model the little slips of clothing he so generously gifted you from that one overpriced shop at the mall. not when you wear his favorite skirt, the one that got him to talk to you in the first place on the sugar daddy website. not when you invite him in for a nightcap, letting your bare legs rest on top of his while watching a movie.
he. doesn't. touch.
simon doesn't touch you even when you want him to.
keeps his right hand curled around the glass he's nursing and the other laying on the backrest of the couch when you tell him if he wants to peel off the undergarments he'd just bought you today. (a shot you don't shoot is a shot missed anyway.)
"'s not necessary," he says. "got 'em for you to wear." he hasn't taken his eyes off the screen once.
that'd sting more if you hadn't caught him discreetly palming himself outside his trousers while you'd modeled these too.
"might not be necessary but it's what i want." that gets his attention, an arrogant curl on his lip making your heart flutter in your chest.
he gives your knee a squeeze. "i've always given you everythin' you've ever wanted but this is the one thing you're gonna 'ave to work for."
work for? simon doesn't wait for you to ask what he means.
"only way i'm touchin' ya is if ya beg," he rumbles.
should've known it was too good to be true. but you've got an ache between your legs that won't go away no matter how many times you've used the rose (also another gift.) guess you'll just have to "beg".
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your definition of begging and his are not even in the same dimension. he had shot you down when you'd said please. when you'd batted your pretty eyes at him while saying please. when you'd gotten on your knees between his legs and said please with your hands flat on the carpet.-
simon had only tapped you on the nose and said, "'s good, but not good enough."
what had been good enough was you riding his thigh until sweat slicked your skin, until your lip trembled with need, until his trousers looked like he'd spilled his drink on it while you mewled out your please's.
only then had wiped the corner of your eyes with his thumb and whispered tiny words of praise into your ear, his breath warm against it.
"wasn't so hard, was it, pet?" you'd been beyond reason at that point, core burning almost painfully hot with desire, so you'd jerkily shaken your head. anything to finally get him to touch you like how you need.
his long fingers splayed out across the back of your head, palm almost engulfing your entire head. "now tell me where you want me to touch."
he touches with clever fingers, his warm tongue, even uses his crooked nose to rub at your pearl while his thumb, spit slick, presses into the girl of your arse. having him fuck you is a whole different beast you have to tackle. if you plead for something, anything, he'll rut his cock between your thighs and come over your sticky pussy :)
#he makes sex extra hard but your bank account has never had so many zeroes so is it really a loss?#now you're the one begging for it and all he'd wanted was some pretty doll to adorn his tree trunk like arm#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader
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yeah uhh.... why are there so little fanfics about billy kid from zzz????? are we playing the same game???!??!?
like every time i see him my immediate reaction is CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
#— ❀ rieamena talks!#rieamena#riea#billy kid zzz#zenless zone zero#zzz#zzzero#hoyoverse#billy kid#billy kid x reader#billy kid fluff#billy kid smut#clang clang clang clang
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❀ ˎˊ- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows. ❀ ˎˊ- wise x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 1.3k ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.
Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isn’t because of you.
Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.
But this time, it’s him who’s being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isn’t you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).
No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customers’ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chef’s eyes, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why.
“Wise?”
He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. He’s quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.
“Sorry, you were saying?” he says smoothly (at least he hopes it’s smooth, he still doesn’t know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” you laugh. “I was just saying that you have a little something on your face.”
Wise feels his cheeks warm. “Oh, really? Thanks for telling me.”
He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly you’re all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.
“Wha- Wait, what’re you-” he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.
“Hey, stand still,” you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.
At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.
As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadn’t fainted on the spot. That would’ve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.
His face feels cooler - hopefully it isn’t so red anymore. By the time he’s able to think coherently again, you’ve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what you’re talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.
The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?
And this isn’t the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of his… ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).
Just last week, he’d seen you at the Coff Café, and Tin Man, being both a gracious cafe owner and a huge romantic, had decided that that day was a good day to have a 50% off deal specifically for pairs if they bought two or more items.
Wise hadn’t questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.
But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasn’t sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.
He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars he’d see at twilight, when he couldn’t sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eridu’s nightlife.
Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Man’s artificial eyes.
He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of “good luck” haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.
The amount of times he’s caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he can’t count on both hands - and that’s not including what Belle has tried. It’d be funny if it wasn’t also incredibly humiliating.
“Master, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you should’ve stayed home to take a nap.”
Wise sighs. “Be quiet, Fairy. I’m in public.”
“What?” you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing he’d been a little too loud.
“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - it’s a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.
“No, it’s okay,” you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. “You’ve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?”
You, Wise wants to say, but he doesn’t feel like embarrassing himself further. “I guess I’m just tired. Long day today.”
“I can tell,” you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. “Come on, I’ll walk you home. You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”
Wise’s heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.
“Bro!” Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you aren’t looking. “[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-”
Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belle’s mouth. You can’t help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.
“Ignore her,” he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. “Do you want to come in, or…?”
“No, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands bashfully. “It’s getting late, so I should be getting back home.”
Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).
“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”
You nod, shifting your feet. “I guess it is.”
Wise’s brows furrow at your behavior - what’s on your mind. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.
You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and it’s almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.
“I really enjoyed today,” you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angel’s. “Thanks for hanging out with me.”
Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.
It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.
“Hey sis?”
Belle sounds as shocked as him. “Yeah?”
“I think I’m going to faint.”
He hears his sister sigh.
“Wise, you’re helpless, you know that?” she shakes her head exasperatingly. “And just when you finally made progress too.”
reblogs w comments are appreciated !!
#—stellaronhvnters.#zenless zone zero#zenless zone zero x reader#zzz#zzz x reader#zzz wise#zenless zone zero wise#zzz wise x reader#wise x reader#zenless zone zero wise x reader#x reader#reader insert#y/n#archives 🏵️
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Yeahhhhh….the economy 🙂↕️
#zzz fanart#zzzero#zenless zone zero#zzz jane doe#zzz seth#Jane doe#seth lowell#fanart#hoyoverse#sethjane#seth x jane#zzz#zzz qingyi
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Sukuna doesn’t love you. That’s what he tells himself. Why would he love a lowly human like you? He doesn’t care what happens to you. Not when you’re annoying to him, with your big grin, kind heart, soft hands, nice body… No, he doesn’t like you. And especially not love.
So why does he get so mad when the other servants (excluding Uraume) look at you for too long? Or at all? Why does he avoid answering when you ask where so-and-so went after the person had looked at you and had the audacity to talk to you? Why does he insist that you be the only other person besides Uraume to be allowed to touch him?
He doesn’t quite know the answer himself, but he knows how you look at him as you help Uraume clean his body, how your gaze focuses on the parts he prides himself most on, how you swallow hard and avert your eyes when he clears his throat, making him smirk every time.
He sees how your eyes light up when your favorite flowers (no matter how rare) end up filling the garden, and how you carefully cut some to put in a vase in your room.
He notices how you sew any tears in his kimonos from battles, saying it’s a waste of good fabric if he just makes a new one. He watches the care and attention you give his mere clothing, so when he has his seamstress make your new clothing, he picks fabrics he’s seen your hands trace along, noting the textures and designs you like.
He notices how your eyes light up when he discusses with Uraume what he wants for dinner, and chooses your favorite meal. He catches himself doing things just to make you happy.
But he doesn’t love you- oh, shit, he does.
@samaraxmorgan
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#zero posting THREE times before sleeping???#well yes!#i just wanna smooch sukuna#jjk#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#sukuna#true form sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna fluff#sukuna ryomen fluff
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