#i may have fucked up.

[corgandcorgkind]

Update. Kael is back and Ember fucked around with a deck of many things.... when the Barbarian gets 2 wish spells and wishes for a dead party member back and also a puppy

(We have a glacier wolf, his name is snowflake)

Anywho we're in the underdark. We got captured and put into some D&D movie style arena games

One of these games being a fistfight between our half orc barbarian, Corg, and an orc War Chief named Corc. It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre. Corc got obliterated. We had to take a few seconds to laugh our asses off. Challenge two was the magic duel where Kael fought a copy of himself named Keel. Keel then pulled a Gale and blew the fuck up.

Faryn almost died in the last challenge and now there are displacer beasts. Help. Send help.

[jsheios]

So Hilda season 3. (This post has nothing to do with hilda season 3)

[bananafire11]

Tadc..... dinosaurs.... tadc dinosaurs

[corpsentry]

a glass sun 1/2

[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[origamiyoda]

Transparent little PS2 DMC3 save file Ladys for you. Mwah. Use as u please

[excellentrectangles]

hey disney so uh how dedicated are we to this being a miniseries? because this truly is too good to limit to one season!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[vurelly]

there is something about pathetic men that enchants and beguiles me

[osamucide]

NSFW—MDNI

thinking about boyfriend!Akutagawa who loves horror movies.

thinking about boyfriend!Akutagawa who doesn’t get a lot of time away from work—but when he does, of course he wants to be with you. there’s so little to this bleak existence that interests him outside of work. and of course, when you both settle in for your monthly movie night and it’s his turn to pick, he’s going to choose some terrible, fucked up, stomach-turning film.

thinking about boyfriend!Akutagawa who, with regard to your tolerance for scary movies, still likes to push your limits with them. he’s found that there’s hardly anything he can’t endure with little more than a furrowed brow, and it makes him feel so needed and loved when you cling onto him, clutch his hand, or bury your face into him after a particularly startling jump scare.

thinking about boyfriend!Akutagawa who gets unreasonably turned on during anything gory, anything shocking, anything poetic or allegorical involving flesh and blood and guts. he loves it if you yelp and squirm and maybe unintentionally grind against his hard-on when you’re wrapped around him and trying to hide from the terror.

thinking about boyfriend!Akutagawa who loves it even more if you’re just as into it as he is—if you ghost your fingers along his waist as one half of the stupid couple trying to bang in the haunted house during the exposition ends up disemboweled, disfigured, decapitated, or otherwise mutilated. he’ll fight off his wicked grin and tease you back—bite you softly, fondle your chest, finger you too gently—until it gets really good.

thinking about boyfriend!Akutagawa who has you on your back or on your knees or in his lap by the denouement; of course he wants to know what happens (whether you do or not is up to you—bury your face in his shoulder or gag on his cock to distract yourself if you have to) but he’s so close to cumming that it’s difficult to stay focused on anything other than ruining you, and even if you want to know too and he’s fucking you too good for you to pay attention either, well, how is it his fault that watching messed up movies with his pretty partner gets him atrociously horny? ⊹

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[napping-sapphic]

*gives you a gay little kiss that feels like home*

[nachosforfree]

speaking of robocharlie i did some normal mentally stable henry doodles last night before bed

[shittysawtraps]

when your friend says “i’m becoming the joker,” reply, “well, i’m becoming jigsaw” to one-up them. do not elaborate on what this means

[erinwantstowrite]

Erin the comparison of JL vs the Avengers to Camp Jupiter vs Camp Half blood is toooo accurate 😭

JL: There’s an established system in place and contingencies for every foreseeable scenario

Avengers: fuck it we ball

peter thinks that the Avengers have it all together because they're his teachers and they're constantly telling him to use his brain but it's really because they, for the first time, saw their own "fuck it we ball" mentality in a teenager, and thought "oh my god maybe that is like... super dangerous." like when a parent was younger and they partied a lot and sometimes got into dangerous situations and thought "this is normal" until they had a kid and they quickly realized "oh that's why my mom was insane."

that didn't make them any better, it just made them hypocrites. peter just doesn't know that because they act super responsible when he's around