#i immediately forgot it happened

[unopenablebox]

🌸 is so immensely likeable.... do you ever just like someone so much all the time

[puppyeared]

Um so. I remembered The Incident while I was hanging out with Odile

[rocketbirdie]

deranged picnic

[wasyago]

the kind of chemistry these two have is very entertaining

[thelastunison]

forgot to mention it before but hi I finally started reading Dungeon Meshi like a week ago and now I decided to color in one of my favorite pages so far

[gomzdrawfr]

angst, implied mcd

habits

[hai-nae]

astral projection thoughts for mcu mk from awhile ago

[hailsatanacab]

I'm a sucker for Twin Reveals, idk if you know that. So I have to ask about "you're joking, right? gala pranking turned twin reveal"

ngl this is the flavour of the month for me rn, I've really hopped straight back on the demon twins au with a passion! you get 500 words of the intro here because I have no restraint :)

———

Tonight is becoming, as often happens with a gala, a dismal affair.

Bruce has (finally) managed to extract himself from a torturous conversation with Mrs. Johnson, and is allowing himself a quiet breath with a glass of apple juice masquerading as whiskey when someone taps him on his shoulder.

“Mr. Wayne?”

It’s a voice he recognises, despite only meeting the man once. He doesn’t groan—he even resists the urge to throw his glass at him and make a break for it—but it’s a close affair. He’s not Superman, after all, and there’s a limit to his strength.

With a deep breath and the customary ditzy smile of Brucie Wayne plastered on his face, he turns towards Mr. Masters.

Only to immediately freeze.

“Ah, yes, I don’t believe you’ve met.” Mr. Masters turns and presents a young boy to him, gently pushing him forward slightly. His dark hair is ruffled and there’s a thunderous look on his face as he flashes Bruce a glare before stubbornly fixing his gaze back on the floor. “May I introduce to you my son, Daniel Masters?”

This is the fourth gala Vladimir Masters has been to since his reintroduction into high society, only the second one he and Bruce have attended together, and, as Bruce is silently lamenting, there is still so little known about the man. Yet, he doesn’t strike Bruce as someone that would pull a joke like this.

After 20 years locked away in his house suffering from an unnamed illness, his return had been completely unexpected and not entirely welcome, from what Bruce has heard. Too many years spent away shrouded in mystery has people weary about forging new connections, but his recent successes with his business might persuade a few brave—or foolhardy—individuals into making some investments.

Which must be why he’s now back on the gala scene.

Which must be why he’s chosen to become Mayor of a little unknown town in Illinois, as baffling as the choice may be.

Which must be why he’s pulling this stunt. This practical joke. Something to break the ice, to share a laugh with Bruce. To start a conversation.

The only real question is why Damian is going along with it.

“I’m sorry?” Bruce says, chuckling awkwardly.

Poor Damian looks just about ready to pull out a sword and start swinging, so perhaps he’s not as comfortable in going along with it as Bruce first thought. There's a tension in his shoulders, his whole body as taut as a bow string. Did Dick put him up to this? It’s definitely something his eldest would find funny.

“My son, Daniel. Daniel, say hello to Mr. Wayne.” There’s a flash of annoyance in Mr. Masters’ eyes as he gives Damian another nudge to introduce himself.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne.” Damian growls out, eyes still stubbornly lowered, his jaw tensing painfully. His voice sounds different, almost like he’s affecting Mr. Masters’ accent. Just what is he playing at? Bruce is struggling to find the funny side in all this.

Is this a case they’re working on? Not a prank, but rather some investigation that Bruce isn’t privy to? It wouldn’t be the first time his children have kept him out of the loop, but to do it in a gala, and a Wayne gala at that, where they’re sure to be recognised…

No, it has to be a joke. They’re planning to embarrass him, they have to be.

[jeeaark]

Speaking of House of Hope .. and since we have to get the Hammer to free her aaaaand unfortunately there's no way to say to the Emperor that it was only to free Hope and he instantly assumes the worst.... how did Greygold deal with it (if its OK to ask?)?

You ever read the first half of a dialogue choice and then not the other half before clicking too late? It went poorly to say the least! Terrible dialogue choices but on point for Greygold's terrible charismatic charm. Opened Greygold's eyes that Emps still has some deep-seated trust issues that still need sorting out between them.

But Greygold can't deny that they did, for all intents and purposes, grab that hammer for more than Hope. But For Love as well. And completing their quest journal.

[oscarpiastriwdc]

is that a model penal code in your pocket?

oscar piastri/carlos sainz jr | e | wip | ch 1/?

“You are always arguing with me about everything, needing to have the last word. You probably did this on purpose,” Carlos yells.

“On purpose?" Oscar throws his hands up. "Are you insane? It was an accident!”

Carlos’s glare narrows. “I do not believe you.”

carcar law school au

[shinelikethunder]

a backhanded but heartfelt thank-you to SPN, because last night over dinner with my mom and two dear fandom friends i confessed to pausing in the middle of a road trip to post a dumb pot-stirring poll about whether Car Boy even knows how to drive stick, and we discovered that "single set-up-to-fail attempt at a 'how to operate a stick shift' lesson from your dad who is shitty about it the entire way through" is not an uncommon Daughter Experience, and, well

the upshot is that the three of us, who are in our 30s, and my mom, who is pushing 70 and a goddamn saint and was raised by a dad who considered that shit an essential life skill instead of having some weird 'girls are hopeless with cars' complex, realized that's a fucking stupid state of affairs! that does not have to continue!!! and we are renting a manual mini cooper for the extended weekend so she can teach all of us properly

[journey-to-the-attic]

there's a moment in lesson 45 of nightbringer where mc falls off a thing (again?? is this foreshadowing?? i'm going to rule-of-three this and wait to see if it happens again) and satan tries and fails to grab their hand to catch them, but now i'm imagining the same thing happening with satan and ik except he does succeed, but it's her right hand and the prosthetic just POP comes straight off

[cryptocism]

i keep forgetting to record my art for speedpaint purposes so heres a progress gif instead:

[totallyawesomeomens]

[seekerofblades]

My entry for Stricklake month, Week Three (August 14-20) Sunlight/Moonlight

Barbara and Walter originally had planned to have a romantic night under the stars until Douxie had to be practicing some spells right near them at the wrong time. A spell had accidentally hit Barbara, turning her into a vicious werewolf under the full moon's light.

[brittie-frog]

I'm so down bad for Maddox and Ashlyn that my three favourite scenes are:

3. The Redlyn breakup - the chillest break up, Red supporting Ashlyn going after Maddox and the most insane storyline of Red realising he's bi because he kisses Seb

2. Just the entirety of Maddox during opening night - having an existential breakdown over your love life that you break the sound controls and then just give up on your stage manager duties and disappear (probably to help quinn)

1. The confession - a scene I want on repeat: the explanations of how afraid they are of how much they like the other then the "should we just stay friends?" Before having such a love induced make out their just completely ignore Carlos being there. (Also Maddison giving up and telling Maddox to stop coming back to her when she clearly likes Ashlyn... my baby just needed that push)

I love all my queer children but these two are the wlw so I love them just slightly more.