#before my munch

[aristobun]

[mothusband]

the face of a woman who took bites out of my phone case while i wasnt looking

[yeenybeanies]

i keep thinkin about giants not knowing how to properly eat certain fruits. like, not knowing that you’re supposed to peel an orange, or cut around the big seed in a mango. bc why would they know this? fruits are a small little treat that they just pop in their mouth like a piece of candy.

giant: why does orange flavor taste good, but every time i eat an actual orange, it’s bitter

human: what are you talking about

giant: it’s always bitter!

human: the peel is bitter, but you don’t eat that.

giant:

giant: the peel?

human: do… do you not peel oranges before you eat them

giant: you don’t just eat them whole??

human:

human:

giant: don’t—

human: [takes off running]

giant: wait no gET BACK HERE—

[simmersofia]

Autumn Windenburg, 4:49 PM

Mo: Hey, loser! Go with me to the stupid school’s back party.

W: Eww, you wanna go to that lame ass shit? No thank you.

Mo: Of course it’s gonna be lame but I heard there’s going to be copious amounts of alcohol so you’re coming with me. Come on, we can just sit in some corner and get shit faced. Cassie, help me out here! How can he turn down an offer to get pissed with me??

Ca: Come on Wolfgang, a little bit of socializing won’t kill you.

W: Do you have scientific backing on that? Cause I’m pretty sure it will, actually.

Mo: Pretty please??

W: Gah, okay, whatever. You’re such a fucking nag.

Mo: Love ya!

[wiredalienvampire]

I think it was about time I drew this silly little gabbit

[flamboyant-king]

I remade an old drawing I did in high school. If I could find it I would show y'all but...maybe someday...

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Oh my godddd, so, I have plans to be out of town for a few days. I'm driving to see a friend who moved away, and I'll be over at theirs for a few days (13th-15th, maybe 16th, too, idk for sure yet), and we've been planning this for a while. But. Said friend only just heard back from someone they met in this new city and... friend of my friend has approved my friend's ask to bring me as a plus one to their home dungeon party. So. Y'know. That's one of our night plans when I'm over there.

Fuck. Yeah.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

First meetings between the Chief and the Drake

Tim honesty doesn’t know why he has to work with The Chief (or whatever the hell he’s called back in good ol’ Fawcett)

Why does an entire pseudo family of magic users even have a tech guy??

“They have useful information on the group were dealing with Tim,” rang-out Oracle’s heavily disguised voice. Ready for further hide her identity behind the screen to his left for when the expected Marvel finds his way to the Bat-cave. “With all the magic issues we already have to power through without outside assistance I think its nice we have more to rely on than just Zatanna or Jason whenever they’re in town.”

Tim fidgeted in the Bat-chair, swishing the tea Alfred made for him earlier in his mug. “I know but the whole family is a deck of wild cards, how do six people capable of taking on Superman on an off day just pop out of the woodwork with no history other than ancient the kind Babs?” Tim took another once over of the cave security cams and aerial footage of the manor’s surroundings, “We only found out about the rest of the family two weeks ago because of that shitty Luthor-Sivanna team up, Cap has a whole team hidden away in his city or that Rock place he mentions once in a blue moon and he never mentioned there being more of him.” Tim flew his empty hand up in the air, “and now Bruce is pulling his hair out trying to research what his now a minor pantheon of ‘heroes that are probably weird ass new gods’ and is going grey-er than normal finding nothing!”

At the end of that mini rant Tim could feel the disinterested, patient look from behind Barbra’s monitor, “Got the bats out of the cave now?”

“Is that some kind of family saying?” Questioned a voice from the nearby medical platform, The Chief had bypassed cave security at some point unknown to Tim.

Good god Bruce needs some anti magic runes or something…

“Oh!” The man startled when Tim head snapped to his direction, hovering in front of the door of a containment room or when they need to hold someone infected with anything from new fear gas to a zombie virus.

Why is he just floating there? Shouldn’t he be by the elevator or the Zetta tube if he just got here?

“Sorry, I’m uh- heh,” he hovered down closer to the Bat-computer, one hand rubbing his neck nervously and the other in mock surrender. “Cap said I needed to pop by to pass on what we know on Dionysian cult practices and what the stuff you guys found exactly does?”

There was a tense moment, one normally shared between vaguely Batman like heroes and vaguely Superman like heroes. Where one looks the other over studying for the slightest hint of evidence to their theories in everything about them, their form, the choice in costume design, the body language, to even the slightest hair out of place. All done in a fraction of a second to not force the subject of the inspection into trying to hide anything after the fact, all while the other acts so painfully normal and human that it throws every speculation out the window. Too nervous in the face of a mortal man to be anything approximating an immortal being or god, but proven to be far too strong to be anything but.

His proclaimed older brother wiped the floor with a Superman infected by red kryptonite. He broke the man of steels arm and bruised multiple ribs subduing him so that he wouldn’t knock down another building. The Captain had been able to catch up to and outrun Wally when a bomb got strapped to his wrist and disarmed it while still flying faster than the man could run. None of the Marvels have documented limits in all the battles they’ve joined the league on, short of the minor annoyance of a magical attack. One of them is the dictator of a small country. They pop in and out of existence for superhero duties on a whim. Good god Bruce why did you have to rub this specific paranoia onto me?

“I’m going to hazard a guess and say our magic friend has arrived?” Oracles distorted voice snapped him from staring the lanky hero down, just now noticing the outstretched hand waiting to shake his. Turning back to the monitor Tim replied a curt, “He’s here.” Ignoring the childishly dejected look of the possibly thousands years old or freshly spawned being of magic to his right.

“So,” the hero in grey clapped his hands, “I can just upload the data we’ve got on them to the Bat-Computer here and just head out for you guys to do your, uh, Bat…thing?”

“That would be be-”

“Do you have the files physically on hand, on a drive, or on another device we’ll have to link to the computer?” Oracle interjected, startling both men.

“Oh, uh, well…” he began flexing and un-flexing his fingers, “I can literally kinda just, well I can basically upload everything I know in my head to what you’ve got here?” Probably realizing how odd even that sounded he rushed to clarify, “I-I’m basically like a magic technopath or whatever it's called, I can talk to machines and control them to a degree. Not like flinging keyboards with my mind or talking politics with a toaster levels of talk but I can just y’know,” he gestured between his head and the many screens, “Take what's up here that you need and put it in here?”

The man gave a unsure and lopsided grin, as if hearing how near absurd it sounded to have the ability to mix two polar systems together so seamlessly to be as simple as a data transfer between a computer and a human maybe human mind with magic. A force that has famously never worked well with modern machines or technology without major repercussions or those machines fusing with the person trying to mix them, the closest they’ve gotten that doesn’t instantly mutate the user or straight up explode is when Cyborg connects to New Gods Tech and even then its a gamble of if he can do anything with it or if it will infect him with some kind of virus.

He’s nervous mentioning it but he has an air of confidence like hes done this before, but also as if its common knowledge for him but something to withhold from Red Robin. Tim wonders if this is a universal power for his “family” but replays how he phrased it in his mind, he only said “I” and not “we”, it’s most likely a power specific to him or only he’s been able to master.

[mercless]

🗡 mad cowboy disease....

[gunthermunch]

i cant edit replies for some reason so i just wanted to add that you CAN post a story about lets say, gunther meeting lilith, max and lucas childhood best friends to lovers, wg and trash boy jeb, idk even a story in which we find out what happened to mila's husband. that's all fine and great and I'd love to read it. what makes me, anxious? is when these stories go a similar route or the characaters develop the way they did in Munch. they're premades we are supposed to come up with stuff for them ! the thing breaks, however, when it goes.. that other route.

[evanbuckleykinnie]

can't wait until I've watched enough x files to be able to write self indulgent msr fics :)

[agena87]

The second time Wolfgang and Malcolm met; when Mal went to sign up Joy for some art classes. The little girl had already shown some talent for drawing and painting, even at the young age of four, and expressed her desire to learn more to become an artist when she grew up. Mal, being the awesome dad that he is, never refuses her anything (though he tries not to spoil her). When going to meet the art teacher, Malcolm actually didn't know the name of said teacher, he just had been told by Max that there were courses for kids on the week-end at a certain art studio, and that it was the best teacher in town who held them. He was pleasantly surprised to see Wolfgang there, since he had been on his mind since their first meeting at Lucas and Max's wedding. Wolfgang was just as happy to see Malcolm, who he had found quite nice and interesting when they had talked during their first meeting. He was even more happy to see Malcolm wearing a more casual (and quite fitting) outfit (Luna hadn't been at Mal's that day, and hadn't bitch at him for wearing "hobo clothes"). Both men (well, a man and a Wolfie) ended up speaking for two hours while Joy explored the studio. And Mal left with the promise of a future coffee (friendly) date with Wolfie.

[californiaquail]

you go into grocery outlet to see if they have some toothpaste and cheap blackout curtains to replace the ones your cat destroyed and you walk out with an armenian pastry and fucking fruity ass infused gin even though you literally have gin at home and don't even drink that much

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

I eat raw mushrooms simply for the fact that I enjoy it

Have I weirded you out yet?

[alastorsfuckassbob]

the way i am fighting the urge to just actually go crazy and write a fic with lucifer engaging in some ...uh...yk... activities..with..um yk ......

y e a h

[happyfunf3tti]

grrrr i wanna eat breakfast but i caaant because of surgery today TvT