#i got into his vat

[vilaneeve]

Just sucked the first d*ck of my life sjsjdkdkdkd

[lotus-pear]

i think asagiri’s new favorite character is aya bc can anything else explain why both of her father figures just fucking dissolved in the same chapter

[cartoonguy08]

Medic and the Spy Head has been circling my brain for a bit 🙏

Guys I think I actually cooked

I tried something new with the shading! I think it came out good! :D

Also some little doodles cuz the dynamic is funny lol

Also I struggled drawing Spy’s Head and I kept redoing it 💀

[whale-trawl]

false nirvana

[smeekssneaks]

he’s so srupid /affectionate

why is the quality ass (click for better quality 💔)

[shaykai]

Made them in Sims btw (I was not supposed to)

Also ignore how pigmented Vat’il’s skin is, I didn’t feel like hunting down a mod that had an even lighter purple

[hyperfixating24-7]

Y’all can not convince me Nuru has no rizz she got gameeee frfrrrr Varian and Hugo wish they were her their awkward loser boy asses could never compare to the godly rizz she holds.

[evermorethecrow]

can crychuu eat food or does it just melt

he wont eat normal food

[to-the-batcomputer]

batman and the joker are always having INTIMATE ASS CONVERSATIONS, often in the middle of CITYWIDE CRISES

[slocumjoe]

It's so funny to think how we both have the incredible specific scenario of 'my sole survivor was stuck somewhere while serving in the military and had to eat his fellow soldiers and now he's a Cannibal'. Its like that Doofinshmirtz meme. Its weird that this happened twice. Here I was thinking I had galaxy brained when I did this a month ago and bam!! You did it too!!

8 END is both a blessing and in the right wrong circumstances, a curse

[lestantique]

why'd they make kylo look so greasy in the last two sw movies

[starscelly]

anyone else see that mans long ass rant video abt stars fans. we almost made it to the end before he implied shit abt all texans being stupid. but it was inevitable !

[ladytemeraire]

So OBVIOUSLY I love this AU for everything it is; Luke and Leia grow up with two dozen overprotective uncles, this is how it would have gone down in a softer, kinder universe and you cannot convince me otherwise, BUT ALSO:

Rex canonically survived and made it to Endor.

A remnant of the 501st survived to the same era as Anakin's children.

So please please please imagine him getting to actually interact with the twins.

Please imagine him hearing the name Skywalker and having to sit down and put his head in his hands and just breathe, because something of his General survived the war and the purges and the Empire and is here, now, living and breathing and thriving and standing in the Light despite everything.

(Luke is an ace pilot with a lightsaber on his hip, and Leia is a diplomat who commands the respect of an army, and Rex hears their name and connects the dots and the only thought ringing through his mind is your parents would be so proud.)

Please imagine them calling him Uncle Rex.

(Luke, I think, would do this basically immediately, because he grew up with an Aunt and an Uncle and Old Ben instead of a mother and father, and he loves and loves and loves and wouldn't hesitate to say Uncle Rex without a second thought because clearly this important person is his family. Leia, I think, would take quite a bit of time to adopt the term, if she ever actually does; but even if she never calls him Uncle, she would love him nonetheless.)

Imagine the three of them talking, after everything, after it all ends.

Imagine Luke, seeing the Force ghosts on Endor, knowing everything he does, having experienced everything he has, and sitting down with Rex around an Ewok bonfire and quietly saying, "Tell me about my father."

Imagine Leia getting to learn about Anakin as a person, not just a symbol of pain and terror and loss, and also getting to learn about Padme and the love she shared with her biological father, how that love was both his salvation and his downfall.

(Bail and Breha will always be her father and mother, she will always be and call herself Organa, and yet – she loves her brother, has loved him before she knew he was her brother, and this is a gift unasked for, this is family unlooked for, and being able to know the woman behind her fragments of memory is a chance she never could have expected.)

Imagine them learning about the brothers Rex had (the uncles they had) that they never got to meet, and Rex sharing a lifetime of memories with them.

"Let me tell you about Uncle Kix saving everyone in the 501st from some stupid stunt they pulled by the skin of his teeth, because he was the best damn medic we ever had and I would swear to you even without being a Jedi he could perform miracles."

"Let me tell you about the time Uncle Jesse accidentally set himself on fire and swore in front of Command and the Council in five different languages, and then three hours later took out half a droid battalion single-handedly."

"Let me tell you about Uncle Echo, how clever and brave and determined he was despite everyone looking down on him and his squad."

"Let me tell you about how hard Uncle Fives tried to tell everyone the truth, even at the cost of his own life, because his dedication and loyalty and love was stronger than any other force in the galaxy."

And they are gone now, they are stardust and one with the Force and nothing but memory, but they mattered, they were people, not just numbers, and they laughed and cried and bled and fought alongside Anakin and Padme and their brothers –

And the twins can honor their memory and carry their stories forward.

And that, more than anything, brings all of them peace.

@crossover15 kofi requested Anakin introducing the twins to the 501st!!

(kofi requests are open!)

[trianglegoddess]

Feral McGee™

It starts with the Joker. 

His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Joker’s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he? 

Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. He’s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again. 

The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does. 

It happens like this. 

The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair. 

Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham. 

And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair. 

Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up. 

He takes out one of Joker’s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold. 

Then he looks towards the camera. 

“Hey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-” he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves. 

Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham. 

“A constrictor knot,” Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. “Often used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.”

“Huh,” Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. “Go figure.”

—

The next time it happens, it’s the Riddler. 

He’s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And he’s not the only victim, they’re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddler’s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes. 

While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once he’s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely. 

Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, who’s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. He’s down with one punch. 

They think he’s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“Right,” the kid says, looking at the list. There’s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if it’s damage to the cameras. “Uh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-” he squints at the page for a moment-”Mama Nacaroni’s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And we’re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.”

The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black. 

Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless. 

“Stop it,” Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood can’t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. “You know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.”

“Hn.”

—

After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. They’re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised. 

Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than he’s originally let on. 

Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that he’s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down. 

Gothamites are going wild for the kid. They’ve dubbed him Feral McGee™ (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, it’s like there’s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesn’t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.  

He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again. 

And then the Joker escapes. 

It’s no surprise as to who he’s going to go after. 

Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Joker’s hideout pretty quickly. This time, it’s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGee™ is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up. 

They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGee™. 

The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid. 

Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed. 

“Fuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,” they hear him say. 

They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldn’t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kid’s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When he’s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger. 

“Oh, cool, you’re all here,” the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood. 

“Can I get an autograph? You’re dope as fuck, dude.”

Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kid’s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children don’t stop hounding him about it. 

In their distraction, they didn’t see the kid sneak away. He’s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Joker’s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isn’t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isn’t a scratch on him. 

When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker. 

“Okay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,” Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. “How do you keep getting kidnapped?”

The kid just shrugs. “I get distracted easily. And I’m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.”

“Why are you sleep deprived?” Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice. 

 “Finals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, “I happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?”

“Yeah, Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“If you don’t adopt him, I will.”

“Hn.”

[hemopseudo]

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[shaykai]

Spoilers for Durge runs in BG3//

I’m just sobbing over Vat because oh my god giving yourself to Bhaal is so tragic and upsetting-

But he would definitely do it because of course, he’s Bhaal’s perfect child, his hand crafted Chosen, he only really feels alright when he gives in to the urges so why not just give in completely, the world around him be damned

He’s so afraid of being alone but he essentially just guaranteed that he would be and it’s so saaaaaaad and I’m not okay about ittttttt