#dash commentary tag tba

[2c75ff]

A pass, huh? Sometimes, maybe -- and really, that alone is testament to Seventeen's sense of mercy. After all, Picc does make an awfully cute face when he's thinking hard...

[talentbloomed]

tooru and i see u all adding the muse kids 👀👀👀🥺 OVERJOYEDD

[mercurial--supernovae]

"Rude. Show some respect little grasshopper."

[gerudospiriit]

@majikanben replied: bagill, in the distance: HELL YEAH BABE!

"She gets it."

[2c75ff]

"Okay then; so 85% six-foot-whatever, jacked, and long hair; and 15% being that guy at the party who brings a guitar out after like two beers to make sure everyone knows he knows the opening bars of Smells Like Teen Spirit. Got it."

"Hey! I might be six-three, jacked up, and have long hair but I also have a guitar! And a piano! And a violin! And I can play all of them! I'm also nice to women because I was raised right!"

[truly-quirkless]

@familylightfox commented...

“‘S against the law for an adult t’ hit a child… I’m not an adult yet…”

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to punch Bakugo (nitronapalm) for me, Harmony? He's insulting one of my friend's sketchbooks and I can't punch him or I'll go to jail--"

"Please don't kill him," He's pretty sure he's going to have an aneurysm, please send help,

[kaienmaru]

shaking his head at gintoki's antics. why is he the one getting blamed when all this started with gintoki deceiving him into paying more than he had to for his yakulk?

[saymecw]

"I don't even have genitals, of course, I'm gonna win."

[ruinlost]

>oswaldo… like the animated rabbit?

[prim3dsins]

Both of these are Tails moods rn

[corvidmagicae]

　 　 “... What?”

It's a very simple response, one heard by the witch many a time before. Any other mage who knew her reputation may have been cowed by her annoyed glower, those sharp red eyes glowing beneath the brim of her hat... but those who had actually gotten to know her would recognize the subdued disbelief and confusion in her expression was vastly dwarfing any irritation.

The suited human shoving a manilla folder in Bridgette's face? She fell into the later category. If anything, the woman - affectionately self-nicknamed 'Gadget' (since she refused to even remotely share any other name) - would just give a snicker at the elder's expression, rolling her eyes.

　 　 “C'mon, Biddie. You're old, but i know you're not deaf. Some of the younger fanged folk haven't gotten the memo yet that we're 'off the menu.'”

And immediately held her hand up to interrupt Bridgette's attempt to shoot a quip back at the wording choice.

　 　 “Yeah yeah, i know vampires aren't your forte. That isn't why the old ladies are putting this on your radar. THIS is.” The youngster opened the folder, slipping a couple of photographs out - the first a message scrawled at the scene of the crime, mentioning a particular newcomer to the local gangs.... and the second? A candid image of a familiar blonde. And Bridgette bit back a snarl, one of her fangs showing.

　 　 “The kid's alive - someone outside our group got to her first, obviously. Hopefully they know what they're doing to mitigate vampire bites. Something something, gotta wait out the poison, yeah? Keep them alive long enough? You'd know that sort of thing better than me. The problem is the group in question, and what happened to the biter. The dude's uh... he's not presentable. Not gunna show those images. But a little bit of clairvoyance got us a look at who decided to do some vigilante justice."

Gadget nudges the photo of the blonde towards Bri.

　 　 “So... yeah. That one's yours, isn't she?”

　 　 “She's not mine-”

　 　 “Yeah yeah, fae bullshit. But the point is, she's involved. And the old girls upstairs don't really don't care whatever rivalry you two have going on.... but they've decided that she's your responsibility. For uh... obvious reasons. If it were just her, it wouldn't be a problem, but this Vulcan thing has them rattled. Just... keep an eye on her maybe? Or give her a history lesson, or something. I dunno. You're the most contact she's had with the rest of SIBYL, so if anyone's going to get a better read of her and what she's trying to do, or better yet maybe get her to be less public, it's you.”

Oh, now Gadget's actually taking a moment to breath. Not before smacking the shorter witch on the forehead with the folder, unspoken yet light reprimanding, before dropping the folder in Bridgette's hands, but she's ceased talking none-the-less.

Not that Bridgette's taking the chance to talk. No, she's just running a palm along her face in an exasperated motion, pinching the bridge of her nose while she takes a moment to process what she's been told.

　 　 “Oh, goddammit Krupp. The hell have you done?”

[grimgrinnrs]

" So what I've heard is true then, hm? "

He is, as far as outside observers can tell, talking to no one. He stands alone, in an empty room, the only thing illuminating his surroundings being his own natural glow.

Hands firmly placed on the top of his cane, fingers tapping against it rhythmically. The stinging in his chest from the wound he endured some days ago barely registered in his mind right now.

And then, there came a chittering behind him. His shadows. That was who he was talking to. They'd seen it all. Or, at least, had heard it all. But weren't able to act. It was too fast, they didn't have enough freedom to act, so many complaints came. And all he did in response was pick his cane up and then slam it back down against the floor. The shadows around him fell silent again after that.

" SO YOUR IMP PLAYTHING RAN AWAY, WHAT'S IT MATTER TO YOU IN THE END? NOT THE FIRST PLAYTHING OF YOURS THAT'S GONE ON THE RUN! "

A grumble nearing the verge of a growl slips past his lips, the voice of George only causing him yet more of a headache. " It's not just about Clementine running away. Charlie was shot. Because someone wanted Clementine dead. My Clementine. "

" NOT EVERYTHING'S ABOUT YOU Y'KNOW! "

Alastor hoisted his cane up, his face barely held back from a scowl. He stared at the eye of Goerge, knowing he felt no fear. He wanted to be free from this. To be killed. But he wouldn't get that. Ever. Not even now, when he's slowly thinking less rationally than ever before.

" It doesn't matter if it wasn't meant to get at me. It did. No one hurts her, or tries to hurt her, and get away with it. And that statement goes for both Clementine and Charlie. We're going to find her. "

He then dropped the cane back to the floor and turned to begin leaving the room. His shadows followed the darkness he was once surrounded by getting lighter as they left.

" We're going to bring her home. "

" And we're going to kill e̷̢̛͍v̴̹̼͋e̷̞̪͛́r̵͓͔̆ẙ̵̲ò̵̘̳̏ņ̴̖̊e̸̞͒̍ that gets in our way. "

[reach4thestarz]

"...Ah, what the heck."

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[spxcemuses]

" Apparently one of my many competitors are having casualties because of the... "

Jack squints at the sticky note he held in his hand about the new milkshake and its popularity going around.

" 'Grimace milkshake'? Huh. That can't look good for their legal team. With a name like that and an equally unnerving mascot, I'm not surprised that things look... grim for Ronald's company. "

[ruinlost]

At this rate fan fiction will be at an all time high-

[sonicprim3d]

" It's a common misconception that the Chaos Emeralds can work by themselves and with only one person to get you what you want. By themselves, the Chaos Emeralds are simply a source of infinite power and energy, but when influenced by someone who's managed to collect them all together and those around them, perhaps even the whole world, they can do just about anything the main person, or persons, influencing them wants. It's why I've only gone Super when others need me to, like when I went Super to save the Master Emerald for Knuckles, or to defeat the Titans to free my friends. "