#he was ooc I SWEAR!!!!

[nightbeamed]

kai my boo boo keys

[runraerun]

The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.

She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.

So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.

But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.

(Spoiler, it’s something more.)

[oh23]

Jon: ok so what are we doing for halloween

Damian: I have the perfect idea

Jon: Already??

Damian: Yes. So

Jon: Tell me tell me tell me

Damian: I'm gonna be Nightwing -

Jon: OH wo-

Damian: And you're gonna be a bitch.

Jon: -AHT THE FUCK DAMI?????????

[thedemises]

. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly  commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

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[toffeebrews]

doodling the two dragons..

color by @/superyoumna

kin by @/bun-bunmuse

kin is smacking color out of dissociation on the first one

and the other one they're roughhousing for fun cause...he did with other characters why not color? shrug idfk

this is prob in the future when kin a lil more familiar with color? i don't have their dynamic written down all the way yet don't @ me

@howlsofbloodhounds :)

[tiredtororo]

I called this one:

"Extra Stan, 3 dollars or better offer."

C1_(D-87'/-1)

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"Oomph-!" A gruff voice echoed in the dark night as a figure fell down on the sandy beach.

"Urgh,note to self. Do NOT use the Di-Jumper while jumping off a cliff."

Stanford Pines stand up,dusting the sand off his dark clothing as he look around. He is in a cave. A familiar sea smell made nostalgia washed over him.

He took out his locator to detect which dimension he was in.

"D-87'/-1? Huh, that is a new one." He mumbled as he find a way out. Using his night vision goggles,he look around,his six fingered hand using the cave surface to feel if he is in ancient ruin.

When he finally found the exit of the cave,his eyes caught names written on the cave surface,with a marker.

Ford & Lee Pines!!

He actually flinched when he saw that. The handwriting is so familiar.

He couldn't help but brush his hand over the messy name.

Lee...

Back in his dimension,he stopped calling Stan, 'Lee' before they reached 12. Despite Stan always calling him with that childish nicknames,Ford never called him 'that' again.

Ford shook his head,not wanting to even think about that person. He hated the aches inside him.

He walked out of the cave,looking around with his hand gripping his gun right,not wanting to take any risk even with the nostalgic surrounding.

Everything seems normal and just like how he remembered back in his dimension. The Glass Shard Beach,the dock.

Heck,he even saw the ruined ship.

The Stan O' War.

He shook his head again,trying to keep his focus.

"Focus,Pines. This dimension is probably an opposite copy of Dimension "46'\"."

The journalist sigh,and decided to get out of the beach to the sidewalk.

It was dark and cold with only a few pedestrian walking and minding their own business. No aliens in sight so Ford decided to lower his guard a little.

The place is exactly like his,only with a few changes here and there.

"Wonder if that place still looks the same." He mumbled to himself.

Before he knew it,he was walking to a familiar route,and stopped.

His blood suddenly run cold.

20 meters away,where the Pines Pawn Shop located,he saw a small boy,brown hair,standing while holding something.

Ford synced his time with this dimension time. It is clearly way passed midnight,why is there a child,standing there alone?

Something tug his heartstrings,the possibilities running wild in his head,yet he didn't want to believe it.

'Please,for once,let me be wrong...' he heard himself begging in his mind,as he stepped closer.

Standing in front of the Pawn Shop, there's Stanley Pines, apparently look like he is still 12 years old.

In the cold night of the Glass Shard Beach,he is standing there,wearing his signature white with red stripe shirt and dark pants. And he is holding something that made Ford's blood boiled.

"EXTRA STAN,3 DOLLARS OR BETTER OFFER!"

-tbc-

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Hshshshs idea goes boom-!

Probably gonna continue if anyone saw this- :3

[ask-swansea]

Hey Big Swan, you lost something

- @ask-captain-curly

Oh, thank fuck. Though he was off gettin' himself lost in the vents again. He was supposed to be helpin' me fix the heatin'.

Thanks again, Cap.

(OOC: THAT IS ADORABLE <3!!)

[necrotic-nephilim]

you mentioned the arrows stealing tim from the bats and i just had the hilarious idea of that + jaytim

poor oliver would lose his mind bc he goes and saves tim from the bats and then tim brings one of them home

put it back tim you don't know where that's been

i'm CRYING this is so funny. it's even funnier given what Jason did to Mia. like of all the morally questionable mob bosses Tim could've dragged home, he had to pick *that one*? Oliver is trying to be supportive of Tim and give Tim more agency than Bruce gave him, bc Oliver worked *hard* to steal this one and he's not going to lose all of the progress he made. and it does seem like Tim's doing *somewhat* of a decent job of making Jason less murdery. and Jason agrees to the rule he'll keep out of the Star City scene, but Gotham's still his fair game. and honestly, that makes Oliver like him just a *little bit* because if he's going to make Bruce's life more difficult, maybe Jason is alright.

it also does *not* help that when Oliver goes to Roy for support bc Roy agrees that Jason is untrustworthy as hell. but Roy is *also* the guy who had a daughter with Chesire, so the best he can do is give Oliver a shrug.

also think it's fun if Tim is sort of tense, expecting Oliver to put his foot down and tell Tim no. like he's not used to a vigilante parental figure who's actually good at the parent part, so it's weird having this level of freedom, esp when he knows Oliver does disapprove. but Oliver lets Tim figure out hs own love life and make his own mistakes, even if he's ranting to Dinah about Jason until two in the morning. it doesn't help that Jason makes no move to try to get along with Oliver. he's just a shit to be a shit. at this point Tim is pretty sure Jason enjoys driving Oliver up a wall more than he enjoys dating Tim. who's to say if it's true.

[rust-berrie]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! shout out to all the shaniacs thinking about this man today

oh my god take it already he looks like he’s about to shit himself

[ask-trialtale]

wdym flowey didn’t have a warm welcome, everyone immediately told frisk to set him on fire, how much warmer does it get? should we have begged them to throw him into the sun instead?

OH MAN how could i have forgotten that. a welcome so warm it hits his melting point

[katsukikitten]

Line cook Akaza who occasionally is asked to help when some of the servers are sick or out unexpectedly or they're understaffed but some huge rush came in during slow season.

They ask and ask because he's the only one of the line cooks who can keep his mouth shut or say something so bitchy so subtly the customer doesn't catch it. Plus he's so hot some of the customers stop complaining right away and just give him heart eyes. The only problem is Akaza doesn't always come out and not just for anyone. The only time he comes to wait tables is if you ask him.

"He's gonna say no, please I'm begging you BEGGING and I know you don't want six tables at once." Your manager is giving you such pathetic eyes, blinking them too as if that would help, "Plus he hates me."

Your manager wipes away fake tears but what he's said is true, Akaza does hate him, "Please please please please! I'll even wait a few tables and give you all my tips!"

"No, no don't do that Douma then Hakuji definitely won't come out unless I'm crying while asking."

"okay start crying or something! We need him, he's so good and Gyutaro has Genya and Karaku helping! Plus Tanjiro as the expo!"

"Why not ask Tanjiro to help? He always says yes."

"I need him to cook! He's a good listener and that's half the problem! People will unload all their problems and he'll be at one table for half an hour. Please please please !" Crocodile tears prick his eyes, Douma was a class a manipulator, it just didn't work on you.

Not anymore anyway.

"Omg just shut up I'll ask!" Shoving at your manager away to help seat a customer before fixing your apron and checking your hair. Pushing open the swinging door to a chorus of laughter, music, and bickering laced with curses. As you approach the runners table blue eyes flicker up to your form through gap in the stainless steel. You can see his throat wrapped in two thick bands of ink, his soft lips that split into a smile, showing off his naturally sharp canines that gave him his devilish nickname in the first place.

His voice is heard over the chaos of the kitchen, reassuring in such a way the background noise fades away as he greets you with his usual question.

"Need somethin, Princess?"

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

A notification flashes across phone screens everywhere throughout NRC. The radio podcast, NRTea has gone live once more!

"Hello, hello, dearest listeners! And welcome to another episode of NRTea, the hottest tea party on sages island! I'm your host, Chamomile-"

"and I am Earl Grey"

"And oh boy do we have a story for you today! Take it away, Earl!"

"...alright.

As of late, there have been brambles spiralling up and encasing parts of the Ramshackle dorm. The brambles themselves seem generally harmless, as do the roses that fall from them, but if you prick yourself on the thorns, it would be quite an unpleasant sensation, so I'd suggest exercising some extra caution when visiting for now."

"Yup, yup! If you've got a friend or two living in the dorm out there, go check on em and make sure they're doing okay!"

"I know I myself must check in on my dearest companions soon..."

"Well that's it for now! We've been your hosts, Chamomile-"

"And Earl Grey,"

"And this has been NRTea. Stay thirsty, dear listeners!"

The stream continues on for a bit before cutting off, though.

"Hey... James?"

"Yes?"

"Y'know how Yuna has been locking up lately and stuff? Says she's been super sick recently."

"Mhm... It's quite concerning, if I am being honest. I haven't seen her for a while..."

"...I wonder if Yuna is alright. I hope she doesn't get hurt with all those brambles."

"...Me too, Lewis. Me too."

(✨YUNA OVERBLOT STUFF YAHOO!!!

-✨mod, @night-raven-miscellany. Technically James and Lewis, too, but I haven't been adding them fhdjfj)

Kiyuu stared down at her phone with a frown as the podcast ended. She didn't say anything, prompting Aros to speak up from behind her.

"...Lucky you haven't been over there for a while, isn't it?"

He spoke, giving Kiyuu a faint smile, leaning in just a little closer while dabbing a makeup brush into the eyeshadow pallette in his hand, before applying it, making slightly quicker movements than previously, already being able to tell what Kiyuu was thinking.

They both knew the signs by now from even just a glance. With the context the podcast had accidentlly given... Something bad was about to happen. That much they could tell.

His expression morphed back into a frown as he watched how Kiyuu's face seemed to go through a cycle of conflicting emotions, confirming what he'd thought.

"...Yuuto's close by, though. And he definitely won't hesitate to head straight for Ramshackle once he suspects something's happening..."

There was more silence, only disturbed by the quiet sounds of rummaging through makeup and supplies from Aros. They'd been in the middle of testing out some makeup samples Aros had been sent for a promotion when they'd decided to tune into NRTea's podcast in the background.

"...Would you like me to quickly finish applying your makeup before we go?"

Aros offered, picking up an eyelash curler, and tilting Kiyuu's head up gently with his pointer finger.

"But-"

"Ah- Let me finish now. If you're worried about time, I'll change up our plan, do something quick, yet effective, instead. Don't stress out more than you need to. It won't do you any good."

"Mmh... Okay then. I'd- really like that. Thank you..."

Kiyuu conceeded softly, a silent exchange of gratitude from Kiyuu between them, Aros nodding in response, expression neutral as he continued.

"...Heh. I bet he's real excited right now. I worry a lot for him when he does this sort of thing, y'know. Just doing whatever he wants with no consideration to anyone else's feelings..."

Kiyuu mumbled, an underlying bitterness that she never quite felt wholeheartedly in her voice.

"That's just how he is. The only thing for us to do now is help them both out, hm?"

"Ah- right..! Yuna, I heard their name was, I think... I hope they're alright..."

"As do I."

Aro's commented as he stood, reaching instinctively for his hand mirror, handing it to Kiyuu as he hastily, yet still neatly, tidied up his supplies.

"Satisfactory?"

He asked, turning his head around to gauge Kiyuu's opinion.

"Yeah! More than, for sure."

Kiyuu agreed, handing back the mirror. She felt a little better now, the familiar feeling of her makeup calming her nerves ever so slightly.

After a few short moments she stood, hastily reaching to fix up her hair into a more practical fashion.

"Okay! Okay. Let's go! We shouldn't waste anymore time."

She announced, projecting bounds more confidence than she actually felt.

"Yes, let's. Perhaps we'll even arrive before anything too disastrous occurs on either party's end..."

Aros responded. Though somehow, they both doubted that much of a miricle would happen for them today...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Had to explain to a friend today that No Really I Swear Magneto And Professor X Are Friends And Like Each Other Thats Canon And Real

[atm-sctey]

Y'all what the fuck is this

I woke up and this thing was in my barn...

I'ma call him Theo though. He's funny.

[shousdraws3]

Revenge

[bucketkicked]

thinking about the connected oc i was gonna make for irene... a buddy, a friend, an annoyance... that's oswald babcock!

just a fellow who has terrible luck but keeps his head up high... and maybe in the clouds a bit too much. the story goes that he'd fallen into a well and irene had come to reap his soul, but he was so joyful that someone had come to save him that he...kinda came back to life. but only kinda, after death touches you, you're never fully the same. he likes to bring up his "rescue". a lot.