#himbo giant

[clownsuu]

Man art block is bad (I say, posting normally)

I’m not sure why I draw them cuddling a lot- given that I am a person who doesn’t like physical contact JDHFHHDJ

[sad-endings-suck]

Still think it’s hilarious that Kratos looked at Faye, a woman that regularly wielded a magic godkilling boomerang axe with ease, performed magical warding spells, and was considered a revered warrior and respected entity among other respected beings, and still thought: “yeah, that’s a normal mortal human person”.

[asleepinawell]

A miniature giant space hamster. Fear not, you will learn the difference in time.

[arrow-gt-ace]

the man is from the early 1900s and has like one brain cell that he reserves for work. please be patient with him

[edoro]

Underappreciated form of oc creation is giving them a pet that's an absolute Creature in some way

[foxghost]

long-suffering sigh

[ziggityzigg]

I just realized that Eret is a himbo.

I wonder what made you think that.

[daedelweiss]

The thought of Leo being the youngest and getting the all Leos treatment of being heavely traumatized by getting thrown out the window (some more literally) is worrying.. the ball of sunshine :(

Does donnie baby Leo more or mikey?

Also what is Splinter like in this au :D?

oh yeah haha... planning out The Leo Treatment™ for this smol baby is... yeah it hurts :,)))

donnie absolutely babies leo more. leo kinda has an idea that donnie is but at the same time, he interprets it as donnie wanting to spend more time with leo so he just goes along with it. he doesn't know the gravity of what happened the night they were mutated so he doesn't really understand don's concern and fear over it. he genuinely thinks he's helping donnie by sneaking out the lair and helping people when donnie is just terrified of losing another family member 💔

donnie kinda babies mikey but not to the same degree as leo. leo is naïve and starry eyed whereas mikey is more independent and keeps to themselves a lot. donnie knows that so he doesn't really pester mikey to be safe and whatnot. but he does hope mikey will be comfortable enough to have a conversation with him one day 💜🧡

i'm still developing splinter's character because i want him to be different than the splinters that came before him. all i can say is that he's trying his best 💖 it's not easy losing your partner and being thrust the responsibility to raise your kids alone in one night. but he does love his kids so 🥺 the one thing i really wanted to establish is how close him and donnie are. ik previous iterations have splints and leo as the closest parent/child bond but i wanted it to be donnie this time because donnie needs more love 🥺

[buggbuzz]

finally watching the last season of lucifer. he is so stupid <3

[edgeofthegibbuniverse]

Just when I think I’ve found all the goofy pics of Barry, a gem like this appears.

[dragonanon]

Currently salivating over Hercules from Record of Ragnarock. Don’t mind me. 🤤😫💦💦💦💦

[thedawningofthehour]

Draxum ...buddy ...pal . Your sister already did.

asdfghjk AND THAT WAS THE START OF ALL THIS!

[aro-attorneys]

* starts new bg3 save *

* does the exact same stuff again *

[pigcatapult]

so I really really like Promare

I know the plot's an afterthought, but it's also two straight hours of nonstop "the artists had fun with this scene"

and I have an incredible weakness for size-difference ships and enemies-to-lovers

[links-bomb-arrows-go-brr]

The fact that I’m not seeing any Penn/Link content is unacceptable.

He calls Link ‘partner’.

What are you guys waiting for?

[innytoes]

You have one of those 12 foot skeletons in your yard and you caught me trying to take selfies with it / Sweet Tarts

Also for @invisibleraven who asked for the exact same thing. Who knew this prompt had Carrie/Reggie vibes?

When the Wilsons celebrated, they went hard. Their birthday blow-outs were legendary from the time Carrie had been in kindergarten. Their Fourth of July drones show (fireworks were so 90s) was epic and set to their favourite music. Christmas? Their mansion was covered in so many lights they had their own generator, and every room had a Christmas tree. (The one in Carrie's room was all pink, of course.)

So of course they went all out for Halloween, too. It was pretty hard to convert a sleek white modern mansion into a spooky old Victorian house, so instead they went all out with other kinds of decorations. Like the skeletons that hung out in front of the large windows on the second floor, having cocktails. Or the ghosts hanging from the trees and railings. Or the spooky lights and glowing orbs in the pool. Or the gazillion decorative pumpkins around the place. (Again, the ones in Carrie's room were pink.)

This year's new showstopper, though, was a twelve foot skeleton that her dad brought home. He showed it off, jazz hands and all, like the dork he was, and she could only barely hide her smile even as she eye-rolled at him.

"Not cool enough?" Dad asked her. "Don't worry, I thought of that."

And then he pulled out a pair of giant novelty sunglasses from somewhere. That got her to crack, and she laughed, which made her dad beam, which made her feel gooey inside. Out in public, they had to be perfect, and cool, and flawless, but when it was just the two of them, they could goof around and be dorks.

Now, while all of October was Go Hard On The Spooky Stuff, their Halloween basically had two big nights. The first was their Big Halloween Bash, where dad invited all his famous friends and people he worked with and Carrie got to invite some of her friends as long as they all promised to be cool.

The second, which deep down Carrie liked much better, was Trick or Treating. Because what was the point of living in the rich neighbourhood if not to show off all your badass decorations and costumes and spooky playlists and wow kids with amazing treats.

Full sized candy bars? Pah, those were for the old money losers down the street. Carrie and her dad got custom made edible crystals. Kids could pick out their own colour and shape, and eat something that looked like it shouldn't be eaten. Did you want a neon green orb, or a jagged piece of quartz, or even a candy beetle encased in 'amber'?

Carrie, of course, made sure to grab some in all her Candi's colours and put them aside. (And a few pink ones for herself.)

But the big holiday bash had come and gone, and trick or treating wasn't until tomorrow, so what the hell was this guy doing in their yard?

"Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?" she asked as she flung the door open. Usually, if someone was lurking around like that, she'd call security, but this guy didn't seem to be paparazzi or a crazed fan who wanted to murder her dad. Also, she'd shoved her taser in the pocket of her cardigan before opening the door. (It was pink. And bedazzled.)

The boy, who seemed to be about her age, yelped and flailed, nearly dropping his crappy little phone. "Sorry, I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I thought nobody was home!"

Carrie raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Is that supposed to make it better?" she asked in her nastiest mean-girl-voice.

He flushed, looking ashamed of himself. Suddenly, even with the leather jacket, he seemed a lot smaller. "I'm sorry," he said miserably. "It's just that this is the first time I've seen one of these giant skeletons in real life and I really wanted to take a selfie with it. I mean, he's wearing sunglasses and everything."

He looked so sad, like a kicked puppy, and really, she couldn't begrudge him too much. Their skeleton was pretty awesome. And he was pretty cute.

"You're never going to get all of him in frame with you like that," she rolled her eyes, grabbing her keys and demonstratively pulling the door closed behind her so he couldn't slip inside in case this was just a ruse.

She made sure to keep her hand on her taser as she passed him, but he just gaped at her. When she was far enough away to get all of the skeleton into the picture, she pulled out her phone. "Smile!" she said, and on instinct, he did. She snapped a picture, and when he realised what happened, he beamed, begging for another one.

She had to admit that the one hugging Skeletor's leg (yes, her dad had named their giant skeleton Skeletor like a massive dork) was pretty funny. As was the one where he was bowing down before it. And pretending to run away from it.

They had a little photo shoot for like two minutes, before he seemed to run out of ideas, and thanked her profusely, before moving to leave.

"Hey!" she shouted after him, and he froze in his tracks. "You have to give me your number so I can send these to you!" Okay, so he was cute but not very bright. She could work with that.

He looked a little flustered, but gave her his number to put in her phone. She sent him a test text, and his entire face lit up when he saw the first picture appear on his own screen.

And if maybe she texted him again the next day inviting him over to try one of their gourmet crystals and see the whole yard done up right for trick or treating, well, she just wanted to share the holiday spirit.