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okay but someone peeing in their pants and then just straight up denying it... Did you just pee your pants? Psssh what? no of course not.. What's that wet spot then? I don't know I must have spilled something.. Are you peeing right now?? ...whaat no that's crazy
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Akechi: "the takoyaki was delicious." My brother in christ, you literally died from it.
[Unprompted]
"--What are you talking about? It was delicious."
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Customer: MOTORCYCLES SAY, BRAAPP! BUT BA RAPP IS GOOD TOO. DMV: JAPANESE GAY PORN Verdict: DENIED
#California license plate with text BARA#DENIED#bot#ca-dmv-bot#california#dmv#funny#government#lol#public records
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poor Liu Qingge is really going through it in the succubus extra, he just had to go and get a crush on the most oblivious man alive
"Younger than me... we had a rocky start... completely devoted.... often together.... saved each other..... peerless beauty..... outstanding talent.... noble blood.... totally in love with me...... Wow what a weird love fortune! Definitely doesn't match anyone in my life!" says Shen Qingqiu while actively sitting next to one of the two men it perfectly describes
#svsss#liu qingge#shen qingqiu#liushen#sqq#lqg#maybe you could be a LITTLE slower at completely denying everything about the fortune sqq..... for lqg's sake......#succubus: lol what do you know it's not like YOU'RE his fated one#lqg:#lqg: *kill bill siren*#you know in both mdzs and tgcf i'm pretty set on the main ship. don't really feel much need to shake them up#but in svsss i think sqq deserves a harem. i'm willing to ship him around with anyone let's have fun with it#go for it lqg!! it'll be like trying to romance a brick but i believe in you!!#my art
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Our banter with each other is quite mean to each other, so we used to get the note that "this is more Joe and Kit than Nick and Charlie."
#heartstopperedit#heartstopper cast#joe x kit#joe locke#kit connor#usergay#dailylgbtq#useranne#userelliee#userrlaura#userives#userkimmy#tuserlucie#userrjoana#usersnat#gifs*#owe netflix my life for letting them have a full press junket#was feeling chaotic so yeah i put the cigarette's gif in here oops <3#cannot confirm nor deny if its actually what he says but...LOL
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Funk branch au
Au and branch design by @bbc-trolls
#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls au#trolls branch#trolls prince d#trolls queen essence#trolls king quincy#thank you bbc-trolls!! for both making this au! and for giving permission for fanart <3#oooghghg love this au#never knew I needed something so much#Funk family! your perfect! your everything#forgive me my queen! had a hard time drawing you#funk trolls are a bit of a struggle lol#‘branch gets adopted by another tribe’ you will always be famous#yeh funk fam and even funk trolls as a whole would be a good fit for branch#their advanced tech. how accepting/understanding they are (cue twt talk about differences) and did you see them get ready to battle!#the more I think abt this au the more I love it#the more I think about funk trolls the more I LOVE THEM<3#they're so cool#this took a little long to make. kept adding more and more lol#in case your wondering Quincy is giving a talk about how him being different to both pop and funk is okay and should be cherished#like that talk in twt about how the strings/troll genres are different and to not deny it cause it's an important.#silk sonic on repeat making this! edit: forgot to say thanks to lonedawn for mentioning the album on bbc’s og post! you are so right <3#also listened to other funky songs#need more funk music!! it reaches as special part of the soul#can not recommend 'atomic dog world tour remix' enough. it's so good. prince d's verse at 1:27 fav#trolls fanart#excuse the messiness#funk branch au#my art <3
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It’s the perfect place for a picnic!
#sobbing about how much I love them#this scene is everything#this show is everything#it’s so good guys#I didn’t think I’d finish this today#but the fixation is going so strong yall#this was fun to draw- a lot of lighting things to deal with lol#still no fun fact but it’s fine dw abt it#uhhhh yeah#it’s so late and I needed to be asleep two hours ago#alas#I cannot deny the urdge to draw#(like actually tho)#anyways#cinderella’s castle spoilers#cinderella’s castle#cinderellas castle#cinderellas castle spoilers#cc spoilers#starkid spoilers#team starkid#Starkid#ella ashmore#justine grizzwald#lucy grizzwald#bryce charles#mariah rose faith#mariah rose faith casillas#lauren lopez#my art
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relic!seb from my latest chap......he angy
and so sane 😍😍 ((ref))
#relic!seb may be annoying af and way too red-flaggy for my tastes but i cant deny i love a disheveled homicidal lookin boy with eyebags LOL#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow fanart#choccyart#hogwarts legacy fanart#sebastian sallow fanfiction
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In love with how Agatha was just like, “yes I’m in love with death, and what about it?”
#she was so unbothered#lmao i love them#and she doesn’t deny it either lol#she just said ‘yeah I like the bad boys’#they are actually perfect for each other#I mean she got DEATH to fall in LOVE with her#perfect relationship#in my opinion#can’t wait for them to kiss next episode#agathario#vidarkness#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agatha x rio#rio x agatha#agatha harkness x rio vidal#agatha all along#katherine hahn#aubrey plaza
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remember when I did this?
well I did more
#deltarune#crossover#heathers#noelle holiday#kris dreemurr#pizzapants#susie deltarune#nooses tw#blood tw#suicide tw#hanging tw#death tw#art tag#first three were actually done a year ago but i never finished the fourth one until now#partially bc Background Hard but also i was like 'this might be too dark actually'#my friends were like its heathers of course its dark and then i showed them the sketch and they were like oh that IS dark#whatever its done i did it#ALSO this is important some people were confused with this last time: these are based on the MOVIE not the musical#like literally these are screenshot redraws from the movie but with dr characters lol#important bc since the musical makes betty and martha a composite character and in the movie theyre two different girls#and i wouldnt have put susie in the role of martha in the context of the musical. i probably would choose catti for that#and im also. not that fond of the musical. on the whole. for reasons#i do have like five of the songs from it on my showtunes playlist though LMAO#i may not agree with the story and characterization choices but i cant deny bangers
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The Preferable Alternative-prologue-part 2
Start - Previous (just start) - Next
And here we go! : )
#tmnt#rottmnt#preferable alternative#my doodles#rise donnie#rise mikey#I feel like a lot of you are going to figure out exactly what's going on here before you're supposed to#but that's fine#I won't be confirming or denying it if you do#not until it's revealed in comic that is#after that oh boy do i have some very stupid jokes for you#and a lot of cool shit too#also i love drawing tails!#Especially Donnie's tail#it's so expressive!#he's just flipping and curling it around#and i love it#i should really slow down with this comic#i'm killing my hand so bad#but i'm having fun#so rip hand#the comic thanks you for your sacrifice lol
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The Foster Mother
Now on ao3 and VHS release
There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.
“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.
“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite��minimal.”
…Alright.
Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.
Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.
And then Tim walked into the room.
And then Jazzy was there.
*
Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.
She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.
She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.
Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.
(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)
Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.
The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.
She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.
Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.
She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.
Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.
She looked up when he came in.
Tim. Stopped in his tracks.
It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.
“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.
She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!
“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“
“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.
Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.
(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)
She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.
He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.
“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”
Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.
“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”
Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”
Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?
“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”
Which. Whiplash. What a statement.
“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.
Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”
“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”
“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”
Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.
Jazzy waited patiently.
“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.
Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”
It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—
—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.
She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.
“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.
He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.
Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.
It was for the best.
“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”
…Tim’s heart skipped.
He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…
Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?
And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!
“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”
She handed him the backpack by the handle.
…Tim peeked inside.
On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.
And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.
Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.
Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.
It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.
Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.
Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.
“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“
“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.
“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”
Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.
“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!
“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”
Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.
And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.
Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.
He swallowed.
Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.
#dp x dc#Jazz fenton#tim drake#that one time Tim specifically hired a fake uncle so that Bruce couldn't adopt him#free to a good home#Jack Fenton knits btw#I'm not going to continue this but i thought it was a cool premise and needed its time. Have fun with it if you want to!#this is dedicated to all the fulltime nannies at the library who are fully just college girls raising babies#dpxdc#dcxdp#Jazz said is anyone going to raise this baby and was targeted by ninjas for it#I don't have any future plans BUT there is a moment where Dick tries to sneak into her apt to 'check it out' and she fully Gets Him with a#TBI and a Fenton CreepStickTM#also. parents who try to shape their kids by denying them every form of human comfort and access to their interests. You're dead to me#also also also I'm still a Tim Drake Autistic truther#not NOT inspired by the Say Uncle by Megarakles. This one's for you fellow fans#also. if he goes with her. He gets parented for the first time ever and it Sucks Ass lol.#faer fic
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🌹Enter the Fabricated World...
(redraw of art from 2022! old work below the cut if you're curious ;)
(btw, the hanged ib is a figure you see in the Sketchbook area if you view the Sinister Painting in the yellow area. It's memorable to me cause it scared me so bad lol)
Still like the vibrance of the old version!!! My colour choices have gotten more muted over time
#ib#ib game#garry ib#mary ib#rpg maker#rpg maker horror#ib mary#ib garry#honestly its not really an “art improvement” redraw I just choose to render in wildly different styles#but ok not to deny. that I do think i improved since 2022 lol#despite only drawing like 7 things a year
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Customer: IN A WORLD OF SMART CARS, PHONES, WATER, ETC.... I HAVE REALIZED I AM JUST A DUMB GUY. DMV: DUMB GUY Verdict: DENIED
#California license plate with text DUMBGUY#DENIED#bot#ca-dmv-bot#california#dmv#funny#government#lol#public records
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Ratio: we are far from the romantic nonsense that other couples do.
[name]: (brings a spoon with dessert to Ratio’s face) would you like to try it?
Ratio: (tries the dessert, after which he wipes the corner of [name]’s mouth and “scolds” they for being careless.)
Aventurine: ...
Aventurine: yes, i believe you.
#lol he never admits that he likes all sorts of romantic things#I think Ratio has a picture of [name] that he looks at when he misses them#and Aventurine is like “ah this guy is really a simp for them”#but Ratio keeps denying it.#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#dr ratio#dr ratio fluff#dr ratio x reader#aventurine#hsr
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