#da BOIZ

[clockworkreapers]

Cy def stole that cig from him. Sauron is not impressed

[maesena]

farkas & vilkas.

[dagabbaghoul]

The orcs

[trazyndiannajones40k]

I keep hearing about "humans are space orks" this, and "humans are space orks" that. When everyone knows that the true space orks ARR DA REEL SPACE ORKS! DER BE NUFFIN AS GOOD AS 'AVIN A NICE KRUMP WIT DA BOIZ. DEM 'UMIES ARR NUFFING LOIK US. WE GOT MOR DAKKA! WE GOT MOR GITS! AND WE GOT MOR DAKKA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!

[neongalaxiie]

A million times over, yes!

Would you adopt these little guys?❤️💙🤍💥❗️💫❗️💫

[moonlitriptides]

"Look into my face, then look again We are not the same, we're different"

//I love them your honor (´ε｀ )♡

[zaizaizain]

imagine Ren drinking milk as usual and Horohoro suddenly shouting: "OMG, IT'S COEMS🤑🤑🤑🤑"

[gcldbound]

Look what I found at the convention I went to today !!

[rapideyemichaelstipe]

My boys in my city

5 Seconds of Summer in Boston, MA on 8/11

credit if reposting (my insta is @jlhshoots)

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Batman figures out Dannys secret identity but the thing is that hes not in the system. Like any system. His face isnt a match for anyone in any database anywhere??!?! This needs investigation. So someone bumps into him for some dna. Which turns out wasn’t even needed because he got stabbed while defending Damian so we got fresh blood samples now baby! But nothing. Not even a relative or anything.

What they do learn is that he just started appearing on cameras a little over 6months ago but before that? Nothing. And he doesn’t seem to be any older than 15 (hes 16 and a half fuck you batman) but how could someone so young be so hidden in the system. Hell even in paper records they can’t find anything in him.

Maybe Bruce can vent to his Justice League friends…. No who am I kidding man would rather die then that. Probably Red Robin (yum) who gets to vent to his friends. Anyway I just need Clark added to the mix because I want him to think Danny isnt human. Boiz heart isnt going fast enough. If it’s going at all. Holy shit Bruce is that a ghost?? Ahh a ghost! … ok wait I hear a beat phew not a ghost. But he might need medical help.

Oo maybe now we have something. A reason hes not jn any record. He might be a testtube baby. Look at how scrawny and guarded he is. Aww B he might have been some sort of labrat. Oh we gotta help him out. He hardly gets any social interactions so it totally makes sense. Look at him B he doesn’t even run from Joker (I hardly know her). We have to protect this poor lost child.

Oh lord now the batclan is spiralling with crazy theories about him.

Do you think Danny would know too? Like maybe hes watching all the nonsense unfold. Or hes trying very hard to convince the bats that no hes just a normal human 16 year old. Like he ho la di da look at me just a normal kid doing normal kid things.

[missstar489]

you know, looking back, "Trouble at the Town Gate" and "Agatha vs. The Jagers" are probably the two sections I end up the most excited to come back to during a reread and i think i just figured out why

Agatha in these moments is starting to embrace her heritage, both halves of it, and use it in her own way

"Hanging Jagers in Town" is always a treat since Yay! Da Boiz! But Agatha, on account of not wanting to blow cover with her big fancy new legacy, doesn't react much. But that night when Jinka attacks to cut Da Boiz down in "Trouble at the Town Gate", thats when she first consciously and willfuly uses the Heterodyne legacy to her advantage by making the Boiz sware on it to do exactly as she says. Dimo commenting that what she did was very smart, Maxum calling her Mistress so quickly, then the Boiz doing just as she asked without any additional damages reinforces to both Agatha and the reader that she did exactly the correct actions to be a Hero and a Heterodyne (especially when you reread and realize what she said and how she said it echos the ritual of the JagerBruw!!!)

By "Agatha vs. The Jagers" she not only feels comfortable enough in her Spark to keep Fuging infront of them but also safe enough around them to bap Maxums hat (which by now she is well aware how important a hat is to Jagers) and also get all Mad Girl right back at Maxum snarling simply because they are bothering her. Once again Maxum reinforces that this was the correct action by imeditly backing off, kneeling, and calling her Mistress again. Then once they explain what they are here for and why they are here and not with the Baron we get to my favorite moment:

Oggie crying on Agatha.

Why is it my favorite moment? Because she holds him (a big scary Jager!), she lets him cry (lets him be weak!), and she only hesitates for a surprised half second in reasuring him that she Is real.

That moment, that "I-I Am" , is when she becomes The Heterodyne to both Da Boiz and me.

Her projection in Sthatlehime, Showtime, the taking of The Castle, the Doom Bell, and her declaration on the roof are all great moments of her asserting her status as The Big Loud Dangerous Heterodyne Spark!

But they don't capture how shes gentle in ways other Heterodyne's wernt, how much she loves whats hers and how much they love her back

For Love and Loyalty you know?

[caruskie]

Doodle dump + warning: bløød and lil vent

Hello! Sorry for shitpost again, today wasn't really any good. But, here's some silly doodles (maybe I'll make some more later)

Yep, it's da boiz again! Trying to get the Toppats :D

Yeah, he just thrown it. I mean... Still works?

Lil Charles sketch! I've seen like a looot of art where he was an angel. I get the idea (still sad on that ending) maybe I should try to draw my version some time..

Okay, it's bløød warning again! I know it's drawn shitty, but I understand that some people still can be triggered by that

So yeah, you're warned

She failed to stop Henry and got into trouble:

Yeah, watercolors. I haven't drawn with them in a while. It's nice to draw with then, especially when you were doing more digital stuff or just something else

I wonder if Dmitri yells at his employees (I'm still afraid to be yelled at lol)

[notadxmbbunny]

❛ yeah, i mean, they were ... entertaining,❜ hiro informed fred with a limp shrug of his shoulders, gesturing vaguely to the pile of finished comics on the ottoman before offering the other a bit of an awkward smile. ❛ i still think we make better superheroes than anyone in these books but, you know, that's just a personal bias.❜ the younger stands up, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, smiling a bit more convincingly now; a bit more dopey. ❛ really ?? i'd like that... and, i mean it's not a problem if you do want any help with anything. might as well use me while i'm here, right ?? ❜ it would give hiro some kind of purpose besides trying to figure out if his brother was murdered or not, which is kind of a depressing thought to have on the forefront of your mind 24/7. there was a hopeful gleam in hiro's eyes, one intermingled with a sense of impatience that displayed itself through him rocking onto the balls of his feet and bouncing his sock-clad heels against the carpeted floor.

❛ what time were you going in today ?? ❜

He had to move him in. When Fred found out that Hiro had been basically homeless in town, there was no other option — what would Tadashi think if he knew he was just looking the other way? It was either convince Hiro himself or go to the rest of the group, which he knew he wouldn't want. He felt a little bad for springing a new roommate on Victoria out of the blue, but it was better than Hiro melting every day in his car. Besides, he knew Hiro. He was a good kid. It wasn't like he'd be crashing the house or having parties while they were trying to sleep. He kind of figured they'd hardly even know he was there. "You liked them?" He asked, assuming the answer was yes if he was already on the hunt for more. It was nice having someone else to read his favorite comics. He was excited to know who all of his favorite characters were, the best parts of the books in Hiro's opinion, the coolest fight scenes... "You don't have to work, but you're welcome to tag along! You can pick out whatever you wanna read. I like to flip through them in the store sometimes. It's a great time-killer!"

[sjw-publishings]

Lit Gud Streamin

With much encouragement from @dumb-and-jocked

>First Time Streamin’ bro?

The house husband blushed at the first comment coming to respond to him.

Carson Green was anxious…he’d heard of streaming but never tried it until some pestering from his Gaymer group as of late.

The stay at home husband wanted to help with the finances, hence why he even considered it in the first place. Sure it was nice being a homemaker, and definitely had a flair in cooking, but he wanted to do something different.

“Y…Yeah, it’s my first time.”

>LOL K

He was relatively unsure of this, but he had known and spoken to several of the guys a week ago, and though he could have sworn they talked about a different topic entirely, he recalled about many of them bragging about ‘raking in the dough’ for gaming.

True enough, many of them are not only being paid handsomely in royalties for streaming, but they have a surprisingly large fanbase!

Admittedly, he was sort of shocked…and sort of jealousy that many of them are quite popular online, almost like they reached stardom within a week or less.

But regardless, his group also promised that they will help out with ‘assimilating’ him into the platform and moderate his stream. So surely he would reach a certain level of success with their guidance.

Though he’s still unsure how exactly will do they so.

“W…What games will we be playing?”

>Dis the game dude

>Ur in it, brought in da Boiz to watch the stream.

With that, the number count rose exponentially, from single digits, to doubles.

The house husband blushed, twiddling his thumbs at being watched by wide audience. Is it like a reality show game? Or is it something different entirely?

Granted, there weren’t any instructions or briefings given about it. Maybe it is a more on the spot, spontaneous kind of thing?

“D…Do I need to do anything in particular?”

>Just be yourself , LOL

>You gotta impress us Noob.

He…kind of doesn’t like being called a noob, but he is new to streaming after all. So he ought to listen to them, no matter how they are like.

>Dude, ur Tagline?

Tagline…?

Oh yeah! All the cool streamers he watched had one.

Wait? Since when did he watch…well he is a gamer after all, so it’s only natural that he DID watch streams, at least some of em by proxy. He is rather connected to the other guys.

“Ummm…ok LOL, what kind of tagline. Do you all have any suggestions, dudes?”

>Just Lit Gud man.

>Yeah RAT

He thought maybe it’s tough love or something…though it really feels extremely rude. Almost draining even, like yeah it was exhausting trying to keep up with his group’s gaming shenanigans, but even in their streamin’ advice?

C’mon Man!

Plus he’s just got married not a while ago! They could’ve at least be NICE to him since he’s now tied down! Like don’t get me wrong, he loves his husbro, but when all is said and done, he does miss the glory days of being with the rest of the guys.

“Look, I-D-K if Lit Gud Noobs is such a nice tagline?”

Desperate for a win here. Yeah, he may be getting quite aggro. But it’s justified! Bro.

“And who you callin’ Rat, RATZ!”

His mouth slurred at that remark, a very sleazy…immature slur as he quickly covered his mouth in that regard.

Though admittedly, he kinda liked that.

After all, if he was the rat, then these noobs are his goons. And while he usually isn’t the dominant one in his relationships, admittedly he kinda liked roleplaying as one of the typical bros, even if he wasn’t THAT asian compared to them.

>RAT BOD

>You lift Bro?

“My body…its not that well off-“

>Get lit or get Shyt on

He’s gotta get LIT.

Watching as his weight sizzle away down, melting away the bubbling tummy fat into a faint trail of a six pack, straining loosely on the shirt being his college grad pectorals.

Gotta show off after all. Specially during the bachelor’s party!

His diet consisted of pizza, soda and chips. And so ducking what? Body trim as DUCK, that’s how he lived and how his rats loved it. Some people said it was his GENE-tics or some shit that he had this bod, but you know what he says to em’?

Get lit or get Shyt on!

But even so, da shyt? Why did these bastards gotta treat him like that? Weren’t they all buds or somethin’?

“You RATZ are always so rude.”

>We rude? KAPPA

>Haha Noob!

With every interaction and vocabulary pollution, hunching lazily towards the screen, eyes entranced by the masses of comments.

LIGHTING and EMPHASIZIN’ random words, like an obnoxious mixture tainting his patience. Persistent name calling and being on the receiving end of the relationship kinda pisses him off.

>LOL K, How’s the stream?

But admittedly, a growing part of him is really getting pumped, while irritated, a small part of him liked broadcasting to these gamers.

If only they had some MAN-NERS, sheesh!

“How the streamin’ goin? Dude IDK, just a Jerkin’ stream today, nothin but insults.”

> Git Gud

> Just Git Gud

> Noob

Chat, filled with your run of the mill, cloned responses. Your typical mocks and insults, passive threading onto aggressive, a fine balance of being slightly very aggro but chill, producing RUDE DUCKIN’ INSULTS.

Each one after another, a shytposting blend that makes the stupid obnoxiousness rise higher and higher. Calves toning out from jumping upwards in sports as his body shrunk downward, making sure he sees eye to eye with dem BOIZ.

One liner aggressiveness alongside swarms of memes and complete nonsense. Idiotic behaviour, fitting a ‘RatChat’. Blending in with the other dudes, speakin’ their language, participating campus exercises and roughing around with the other bros!

Like a game, course, they are gamers after all. They know the COMBO, dissecting their streamer bud like it’s nothin’! Insults kicking right from the beginning!

He wanted to beat them at their own game!

Be hetter-BETTER! Calson Greo wanted to be a PRO.

“Alright RATZ, What’ll make me less of a noob and g-”

>Git Gud Noob

“GIT GUD?”

His voice slurred, eyebrows raised as he slumped back in his gaming chair. Like a simple command burning into his skull.

He just gotta GIT GUD! No instructions needed, except you gotta be IN DA LOOP. At TOP! As his buttocks clenched at the refusal of being BOT! Cheeks meant for exercise and gamin’.

He had to GIT GUD! And that’s being on top of his game always!

>You gotta be LIT Fam

“LIT?”

A delicious fuming rage erupted from his screen, as a multitude of laughing frogs and emojis filled his entire chat.

Igniting a fire within, his skin tanning till its just RIGHT. Made for a BOI who spends time gamin’ both online and in sports. Just like every other of his classmates back on campus.

>Stop being such a QUEER

“QUEER? Da SHYT?”

SHYT, these men tryin’ to get under his skin. Really making him all pent and rock solid. NO HOMO!

Wait WUT?

DUDE! LIEK…man he’s really even sounding immature in his thoughts? Wasn’t he some sort of QUEER? DA FK? He was g…a…guy, A GUY! YEAH! He was a guy like em!

“Thought you all stand for GUY RIGHTS?”

HE ALWAYS TOPS! Yeah so maybe he had a PHAG, but it was clear they are ‘sabotaging’ his GAY STREAM and tryin’ makin’ it the way it ought to be!

Full of SHYT-talkin’, assholes are dragging him down to THEIR level. A more rodent, nastier bunch instead of friendly GHEYS! But alright! If these idiots want to game, then they gonna-

>Look PHAG, if you want to WIN you gotta stop sucking

“SUK DEEZ NUTS!”

GOTTEM

An obnoxious Tenor bursted out from the man, retaliating like an immature douchebag as he finally sunk to their level. Height stooping at an average 5ft 9, GPA scores barely scrapping by the median. A fellow backslider like the crowd.

And HE was going to let these DOUCHEBOIS get it HARD!

>Just Chillax Gay Boi

“I AM CHILLAX!”

He sneered, as his voice rose into a stupidly obnoxious loud tenor, allowing that youthful tone engulf him in an asian tan like his peers, makin’ sure he is part of the Hivemind that is Snitch culture.

“No Sweats allowed…Just CHILLAX man…”

Feeling his mind sinking into the mass rebellious conformity that is his gamin’ community, his voice cooled slightly, gifted the flexibility to yell when he WANTS to BOIIII!

His buttoned down fused, as the simple white tee clung over his frame with slackened glee, bluntly accentuating his pectorals, as a typical print was plastered over like another typical meshed up shirt that the zoomers would wear.

He was NO SWEAT, Trousers shortening up to his thighs, lightening up into a more mesh, flexible material. Hanging loose L-sized on his waist are his flaming red basketball shorts, stickin’ out like a sore thumb whenever the dude stands up or goes for a bathroom breaks.

>Yo streamer, you a player?

“Am I a play-yer?”

The young man slurred, smirking as he acknowledged that remark, teasing those thirsty PHAGS and RATZ like he always does.

ResidentSnorer and various funny frogs spammed the chat box like no other, skyrocketing his view count to the thousands.

The young Boi loved every minute of it. He was getting the fame, boi.

“Course I am, ain’t easy being this good…”

>u dating someone?

“DAY-TING?”

Slippers took a hit in their quality, soft material becoming a pair of stretchable basketball shoes. Made for the kind of guy who keeps his options open.

Both in da basketball court, and in da bed. And yeah, it was technically his home. Well, he and his GAY fiancé’s. But it’s mostly a BRO thing! Roommates with benefits!

“Boiz, I have a fiancé , but..”

>Sounds Sus

>you gay or what?

His eyes widened, SHYT, he wasn’t supposed to say that. Not that he minded the older man…except when he was being GHEY-but weren’t they a couple…of MEN.

But aren’t they together? Da SHYT! He was a playah! BUT what about that time when they cuddled-BRUH that’s GHEY! BUT WHAT ABOUT-YOU GHEY BROSKI? BRO? B-

“BUTT-FK! I mean…I MEAN my BOI-FRIEND!”

>MEGAFAG

Fiddling the ring, the band stretched beyond the size of his palm, turning into pure eleastic as it slid down his right wrist, loosely fitting like its part of some showoffy trend.

As the chat continues to spam various emotes, including a distinct rainbow head, don’t these douchebags know he’s single and ready to mingle? Why are they thinkin’ he’s gonna be bangin’ it with some dude?

“Who you noobs calling GAY? It’s just ONE night!”

> QUEER ALERT!

> GAY GAY GAY

One hand palming below, the other one flippin the stream. Colson Groh’s darkened hair flicked down the side, his new asian ethnicity fully taking hold without remorse, blending in with the group of bullies pickin’ on him and his-FAG!

“One night of PRANKIN FAGS!”

Picking on em hard, he wasn’t one of em, but man is it HOT setting them STRAIGHT! The twenty two year college dude smirked, as PHAGS couldn’t resist starin’ at his clean-shaven slack-jaw and risen cheekbones till they get completely RAT PRANKED.

GGEZ

>Ayyy LIT

>Lets go BOI

>AFKin’ RAT!

“Bet you all can’t get ladies to your doorstep.”

>Check GayPay

GayPay my arse, StraightCoin’s the deal bro.

Though speakin’ of ladies. Hot damn…is he THAT dry? Cause he’s having that fantasy every straight, gamin’ charged college guy’s has.

Surrounded by hot ladies.

Then again, he’s always THIRSTIN’. Course, a guy like him can get a bunch of women in a flash. But he totally can jerk like a maiden-less douchebag like a bunch of the idiots watchin’ him.

Makes him relatable to his RATZ, yeah? Sides, nothin’ wrong with a lil jerkin’ on cam, nothing GHEY bout it!

>Yo RAT, check out your numbers

>BRO past 7k

>NO CAP

LIT_GUD: +7k subs

“Nggh!”

Rapidly vibrating his 7 inch joystick, brows raised as they thinned out. The last bit of hesitation melting away, making way for youthful gamin’ bravado as a seedy wide grin beamed in the stream.

“How to LIT GUD getting chicks?”

>PRO-DUCTION BRO!

>GIT LIT STREAM!

>YEEEEAAAAH BOI!

Comments flooding all over his stream, a mass mindset and mentality calling all to pump. PUMP! Pumping his POG-O STICK to the MAX! The Go-To-Game for men of his kind.

The HIGH score, as his eyes narrowed in utmost dumb simplicity, tilting his head upward to the ceiling as he grinned wildly as he thought bout’ that simple fantasy!

All da LADIES comin’ at him. YAAA BOIII!

“JUST LIT GUD BOIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

Colton Goh no scoped all over his boxers, slumping back as drops of youthful rebellion spluttered all over, mucking it with obnoxious bully testosterone like he always does.

Feels so LIT! Being able to climax whenever the heck he wants, why abstain when he can just LIT GUD MAN! All those goody two shoe brethren back at campus grounds are really missin’ out.

But of course, he’ll scoop the remaining wads of mayo to his jerk off bottle later. He may be a backslider, but he gotta be up in his production game, beat his last record and all that shiz.

Speakin’ of which.

“E….Z….”

7k’s still just rookie numbers for a guy like him, but considering he got it all in a bunch of hours, he’s as good as the pros like the rest of em’!

“Yo…and that’s how you dudes get the ladies, man.”

>AYYYOOOO

>MY STREAMER!

>YA BOIIIIII

“Boiz, if you see any gays going all homo on ya. You gotta give em the LIT GUD!”

Normally he would collab with his streaming buds, but he really oughta help his Bromies out by teachin em.

Especially ratting out GHEYS until they turn into a couple of rats like he is. And what better way than to create his own Streamin’ channel? All he got to do was be himself bro.

Brings in the subs, and sides, hot chicks dig him, and fags thirstin’ over him get weeded out until they are a bunch of rats like he and his gamer crew.

‘[TOP] Gay Dude Joined the stream’

Speaking of fags…

“Ayy, a new fag joined the stream, sweet.”

Not sure how did ‘Gay Dude’ squirmed into his ‘TOP’ friends list, but he must’ve added him during that stupid RNG game he tried last night while he drank Heteroade with the bois.

But honestly, heh, he doesn’t give a Rats arse bout em’. After all, he needed someone to dunk on to celebrate his 7k Subs, so why not make sure the fag gets the whole RatChat streamin’ experience?

Heh, this will be hot.

“Give em a couple of Lit Guds in the chat, noobs.”

[doggocake]

·°Designs for da boiz°·+*

Just some head shots of da little guys also sorry for removing Janus's hat, I had to do it to em- I might do full body versions at some point, but i'm real sleepy ;w;

[willowaudreykeyes]

AWWWWWWW

disaster twins drabble~

for @sad-leon ... hugs !!!!!!!

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Leo stood in the door frame, a dark silhouette in the soft hallway light. Donnie glanced up from his phone, huddled under blankets and playing Metazooa, and lifted the corner in invitation.

"You good, fam?" Donnie asked, practiced, as Leo climbed into the echo chamber of warmth with him and immediately stuck fucking ice cold feet to his shins, just to make Donnie hiss.

"I'm great." Leo said, audibly a lie because there was a wobble in his voice.

"Yes. And I am from the macrolepidopteran suborder clade rhopalocera." Donnie replied, sarcastically.

"Oh my god, nevermind, I shouldn't have come." Leo said, as he physically wormed closer to his twin and stuck his equally freezing nose into Donnie's shoulder.

Donnie hissed again, flinching at the sharp temperature contrast. "Why are you so cold?"

"Outside." Leo muttered, wiggling as he pulled back enough to dig his phone out of his pocket. The screen lit up his face and he started typing.

Donnie sighed, resigned to losing all his warmth to his ridiculous turtle he called his twin. "Why the hell were you outside in the middle of the night?"

"Dunno." Leo hummed at whatever was on his phone then tucked it back away. He rubbed his calves together like a cricket. "Why are you still awake?"

"Dunno." Donnie replied back, mocking his tone of voice. The way Leo was pulled away from him was letting all the heat out, so he pulled him close again to press all the stupid cold parts against him.

A moment of hesitation, before Leo's freezing hands clung around Donnie's back, holding on so tightly it oofed the breath from Donnie's lungs.

"Come here first next time." Donnie whispered.

"I didn't wanna bother you." Leo replied, muffled between pillows and blankets and dark room and the slow reheat of a cold turtle.

"Scoff." Donnie crushed him, like it might fix him. A small squeak from the back of Leo's throat. "Since when?"

"D." Leo said, simply. Unstable. Cold. Freezing.

"It is a privilege to be bothered by you." Donnie said.

Leo shuddered and pressed closer. Donnie held on tight.

"A butterfly." Leo rasped.

"What?"

"That's what you said. I googled it. You're a butterfly. A big purple one, I bet."

Donnie chuckled, inexplicably pleased that Leo had cared enough to even look. "Yeah. That's right."

"You'd be one sick ass butterfly, D."

"I know."

It was stupid. Donnie smiled against the side of Leo's head as he hugged him as close as he could. The temperature evened out between them.