#also you get 3 moms

[samfangalore]

As someone who used to be super into the marvel fandom and especially the fanfics and is also a gaymer I actually really like midnight suns I was not expecting so many memes and the character storylines to be so interesting also I love that you get your own little self insert able to play video games with the gang and then fighting against suped up villains/(friends?) is a lot of fun

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)

[breeberrypies]

THEY TOOK VOLTRON OFF NETFLIX.

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[goobobbers]

LARIAN MAKE SHADOWHEART FAT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about how eddie munson probably has a ridiculous collection of guitar picks. little jars of them. some collected at shows, some he picked up for a nickel at the only local music shop he's ever trusted to do work on his Sweetheart, some he was gifted for free at his local record shop that he's been frequenting for years now. the little old man running the record shop even gets excited when new vinyls are sent out with promotional merch, and he knows it's a band or musician eddie is into. probably even called eddie in at times and handed him a handful of metallica themed pics, hardly worth much, but solely because "i knew you like them and will find a good use for these, son".

my point is, he's got a pick for every occasion. shitty plastic thin ones for just fucking around with. thicker, nicer ones that might have been proper holiday gifts to him. the kind that are meant to hook on his fingers like rings (he tried using them a few times, especially for rifts, but ended up saying he played better when he felt the strings against his skin instead while picking away). novelty ones, ones that just looked plain cool. so on and so forth.

and he's got his collection just sitting in little jars across his room. he used to keep them in other things, like old ash trays or tin cans he'd cut and mold to be good containers. but then he started dating you, and you insisted on lending him any empty jars you weren't using. you had your own collections in yours: pretty stones found down by the creek, bottle caps of the sodas you and eddie get every time you stop at the gas station right on the edge of town by lover's lake - you even had one of every single crumpled up note eddie had ever given you over your time of dating. a few jars of those, actually. so what was lending him a few spares? at this point, the jars were a collection in themselves, and... well... it was prettier to see his vast collection in those glass jars anyways. being able to pick out the vibrant tones of the guitar pick you'd been with him as he'd purchased two weeks prior, or the pick from the show you'd gotten him tickets to last christmas. it was nice. a cute reminder of time spent, of what made eddie munson tick.

the important thing is, eddie munson isn't blind. he sees the way you look at that collection, especially after he fills the jars with it.

how some days, he'll be strumming away on his guitar, softly humming, and you'll just grab a jar to pick through. interrupting his nonsensical playing to ask him where he got one you didn't recognize, sometimes asking for the stories behind ones he knew you already knew. he'd caught on to the way you just liked hearing him talk, especially about the things he cared most about.

you also really, really liked the pick he wore as a necklace. it was probably your favorite in his collection, and you knew it was his favorite too. giving it as a gift to you was never an option, because it had been given as a gift to him originally by his mom.

so he does the next best thing.

he figures out your favorite pick in his collection. the one you always go back to, the one you ask for the story behind on a nearly weekly basis. one similar to the one always resting against his collarbones. pearly sheen, marbled tones, a slow indent the shape of his thumb being worn into the old tortoiseshell. it's a little less red, a little bit brighter, and he can't even strum it against his strings anymore without thinking of you. it's somehow become his lucky pick - the pick he cherishes most aside the one from his mom.

and the one he chooses to turn into a necklace, for you.

does it all himself. carefully piercing a hole through the top just like his own, picks out a nice chain that costs two paychecks of his, takes an old pocket knife to it and spends weeks carving your initials into the shiny material. he's gentle as hell with it, finishing it off with some gold paint to fill in the carving that matches the chain and swirling tones of the picks.

a week before christmas he nearly backs out of the gift idea, and almost begs wayne to help him go to the mall and pick out some other basic but safe gift for you. a perfume/cologne, a nice sweater, anything. wayne refuses to let him, and the only thing the gentle old man will offer is a nice box for eddie to place that necklace born of love into.

the look on your face on christmas morning, sitting in the center of the munson's living room, on the verge of happy tears as you lift the homemade necklace so gently, soothes away every single doubt ever had about it all.

and the look on wayne's face is a simple, caring, stern vision of i told you so.

[francy-sketches]

Rhaena and her pink barbie dragon 🎀

[neurotonic]

random right robot and phoenix bonding doodles!!! yayyyy

[anthyies]

happy incarnation kim dokja will die at the hands of the person he loves the most tuesday

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

toko and hiro!! had soo much fun desigining them, toko in particular

toko is the ultimate exorcist/medium. she's been able to perceive the supernatural since childhood

instead of dealing with her garbage parents she got taken in by a temple. but she got teased in school anyways for seeing ghosts/living in a temple so she's still pretty distrustful

sometimes the spirits she meets try to possess her, which is a lot easier to do than she'd like it to be. she sticks talismans to herself

hiro is the ultimate writer. he specializes in murder mysteries, sci-fi, and supernatural thrillers

is infamous for having stories that have predicted events to startling accuracy by chance. including world-changing inventions, supernatural phenomena, and murders. he's been involved in more investigations and hauntings than he'd like to talk about

has been stalked before by fans, people who think he can tell the future, police forces and criminal organizations enough to be a little paranoid. but tries to be easygoing all the same

[egophiliac]

swipes everything else off of the table to yell about diasomnia flower bookmarks

(I gave Silver one too :D)

[millidew]

sometimes a family is you, your girlfriend, her husband who's also your boyfriend, your mutual son and his electric rat, a mr. mime, and a baby

[lyricsandpapers]

The Three Stooges living through the Divorced Parent Arc

[budd-ie]

pre-marriage hualian walk into a store with all kinds of merchandise and Hua Cheng is following Xie Lian around with his trigger finger ready on his gold plated debit card, as he’s wont to do. He sees an iconic live laugh love sign and he thinks to himself “corny ass Facebook sign” as an offhand thought but doesn’t dwell on it. Seconds afterwards he hears a small gasp from Xie Lian below him followed by “San lang, look! ‘Live laugh love’. Isn’t that so sweet?” He loves it. He wants to make one himself and hang it in the house. Just so you know, the next thought going on in Hua Cheng’s head right about now is “I would die for him"

[fraternum-momentum]

WE'RE GETTING EVICTED FROM OUR APARTMENT.