#clonk

[sanctus-ingenium]

[bob-artist]

Not gonna lie, I had no clue I was following you til that 'hello new people! I draw Canada geese' post and I couldn't be more pleased to find out what I signed up for

Woohoo, another real one! Let us celebrate :D

[ratatatastic]

absolutely fucking kills me how focused he is on making sure miss stanley is loaded up on balls

[mysterious-corpse]

kicked my stuffie off the bed and forgot he was weighted. oopsie

[arconinternet]

Clonk 1, 2, A.P.E. & 3 (DOS, Matthes Bender, 1994/1995/1996)

It started out as German Scorched Earth/Worms. It became something much, much bigger. You can play them here. Speed troubles? Adjust with F11 & F12 or just download for use with DOSbox at http://clonk.de. You can officially download all eight original Clonk games for DOS and, for 4 onward, modern systems, along with registration codes there. There's also a fan-made remake at www.openclonk.org.

“Ive always wanted to know if the the clonk games are real” -- G.P. Lackey

[moonliched]

aww i feel like a cat!

@total-fandom-tr45h @child-of-the-cosmos @doofnoof @chaireem

Reblog to headbonk your mutuals like a cat full of love

[snowflakeb0ttles]

im so tired someone sedate me eith the brick

[bobhumid]

Oomzh & Ωoohm! Bleep! Clonk! Phööööön & Braaaap! /.-)

[thetroupemaster]

@enbeemerang

Maybe living together isn't all too great. Some things never change

[bluuskkye77]

I just wanna...

[p1nkshield]

Hi 👋 This is chapter four of the Estranged Uncle Au!

Just a warning there is mentions of cults and a scene that has Damian being Damian (AKA knife child) Please take care of yourselves! I hope you enjoy!

Clark was sweating buckets.

“I promise you I’m not in danger! This is all a big misunderstanding! Bruce isn’t even that creepy!”

Jazz rattled off several reasons.

“He has a cloyingly sweet public persona, his personal computer has extensive information on all of the local rogues in the area and all the adopted sons we’ve met look practically identical to both each other and you and Danny! Not to mention they all seem trained for combat! How is that not creepy?”

Okay from an impartial standpoint Clark could see how it looked like he was tied up in a cult.

“I swear if another fruitloop billionaire obsessed with one of my family members tries to adopt me I’m gonna wail!”

How specific!

“Wail?” Clark began to ask but was cut off.

“Are you tied up in a cult Clark? Because we can get you out if you are! I … uh know a guy who specializes in taking down cults.”

What?

“I promise you I’m not in a cult! The blue eyes and black hair is a coincidence and I am not in danger! Also what do you mean you know a guy who specializes in taking down cults!?!”

Danny squinted.

“Hold that thought. Everyone stop talking!”

Danny reached towards Clark’s shoulder and picked out a small device, no bigger than a grain of rice out of his cable knit sweater.

“No one who plants listening devices into sweaters isn’t creepy.”

He then promptly threw it to the ground and crushed it with his heel.

“That’s the end of the recording.” Tim said while cringing.

“Sleazy?!? Me? Sleazy? I did a back handspring on hardwood floors for them and they call me sleazy?!”

Dick thought that he could win them over. Was he too heavy handed?

“It’s probably because you fell asleep in the pico de gallo timber.” Jason joked as he inspected the weapons vault.

“What? Me?!? I was the only one who made any headway! I was just up late trying to track whoever was hacking us!” Tim defended.

“Well good news! You found ‘em! Let me know when they hack my library account seeing as the Big bad bat computer is being hacked by a couple teens.” Jason said dismissively as he took a flamethrower fuel canister.

Bruce was experiencing a new amalgamation of emotions. He was both incredibly embarrassed, incredibly amused and incredibly impressed.

How embarrassing that the bat computer was hacked! He put so much effort into the protection of his data!

But then again Clark must be beside himself trying to convince them he wasn’t in a cult and that was incredibly amusing. He even said all the things that people said when they were in denial about being in a cult!

This was absurd! The only way to describe this was absurd!

“Fools! All of you do not truly understand the gravitas of the situation! If they believe that we are indeed weapons dealers they may snoop further and compromise all of our secret identities!” Damian huffed his way into the view of his family.

“We’ll be alright Dami, Tim is reinforcing our defenses for the computer and we’re going to try and disengage for a while. If we keep on trying we might make it worse.” Dick ruffled through Damian’s hair despite many protests.

Damian tutted at this suggestion. They needed to approach the problem head on and quickly rectify the situation lest it spiral into a larger one. Perhaps if they suffered an accident.

“Damian! I know that face! That’s the face you make when you go off and try to rectify the situation by yourself!”

“That is not true Grayson! I was simply thinking about confiding in my companion about how tedious my science project is.”

“You promise you’re only going to engage in age appropriate activities like science homework and book reports?”

“I promise.”

"I'm choosing to believe you" Dick began to walk away before pulling another sour face. "...Sleazy?"

Damian checked his hidden blades one final time before encroaching upon this Daniel Fenton who had foolishly entered an alleyway. He deftly held a knife to the throat of his target.

"If you continue to snoop into my father's business I will not hesitate to cut you down!"

Damian was expecting to me met with fear and copious apologies. He was a fearsome and terrifying warrior after all.

"Are you trying to hold me at knifepoint on your tippy-toes?" The target said in the same tone that one would use with a kitten trying to jump a bit too high. They should be focused on the clear danger Damian was posing. Or at least the danger he was posing. Between the moment Damian looked at his feet and the moment he looked back up to find a very unperturbed Danny.

"Did your father put you up to this?" He asked.

"No! I acted of my own accord!"

"Well are there anymore ineffective threats you want to say?"

Damian was about to say something when his stomach audibly growled. Curses! He could not bring a meal in order to maintain secrecy from Alfred! Damian slowly looked up towards Danny's face. He has that look that Grayson gets before he does something annoying like ruffle his hair.

"Are you hungry?"

Damian did not dignify this question with an answer and began to storm off.

"I'm having some friends over, we can spare you a plate! My friend Sam chose the menu though so its vegan."

Damian stopped in his tracks.

"What is it that you are making?"

"Cauliflower gnocchi with cashew cream pesto."

"And this is taking place in Clark's home?"

"yep."

"Fine. But I will not be lenient with you because you've offered me a meal!"

Danny laughed and texted Sam

"Hey get another bundle of basil Im bringing a guest"

[milkshakeworm]

i think we should give jimenez the credit he deserves for drawing the funniest tinny little panels out there

[mavikiu]

Wendy: Finally, after 40 hours awake I understood the spell!

Gajeel: You were awake for 40 hours?! Kid, that ain't healthy.

Natsu: No it was 56 hours. I counted.

Wendy: No, see, the first 16 hours don't count because I would have been awake anyways.

Gajeel: Makes sense.

Natsu: No the fuck it doesn't!

Gajeel: Wait a damn minute. What do you mean you counted? Salamander? How long have you been awake?

Natsu (awake for 62 hours): this ain't about me.

Gajeel (awake for 72 hours): GO TO BED!

[alchemisticramblings]

breaking news: local five hundred year old man falls down the wizard tower stairs again, surprising absolutely no one

the aftermath: