#i want to continue this but idk

[archer-fb]

He can't help himself, seeing you working with the kids makes him feel some sort of way. Gojo knows thats wrong, he does! But God he can't help but think of you being his little housewife.

Yet he knows that will never hapoen. He would be the housewife. Before he knows it class has ended, you walk up from behind and hug his waist.

"What are you thinking about, Gojo?" You ask teasingly as you pull him along to your office. You finally get a good look at him and smirk seeing the bulge in his pants.

"Just you," he smirks and pulls you into his lap. "You look so hot working with the kids and being so bossy."

"Oh really?" You say as you grind down on him. "I had no idea. Why not I show you how bossy I can really be."

Gojo let's out a shakey breath and nods repeatedly, "P-please ma'am."

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[zephyrchama]

Asmo's wake-up call

You sensed that were you were not alone and gradually stirred from your sleep. Upon turning over and opening your eyes, an ethereal sight greeted you.

Asmodeus. Head resting on his arms, he leaned against the side of your bed like a fairy tale royal. His skin looked smooth and glistening. His eyes were as clear as an untouched tropical sea. Not a single hair was out of place. Artists would go to battle to acquire a muse even half as wonderful.

Your eyes felt crusty. Even half-closed, the light (or maybe just Asmodeus) was too bright and forced you to squint. Your limbs were inelegantly splayed out across the bed, with a sheet corner tangled around your ankle. There was a spot of dried drool at the corner of your mouth.

"What." That was all you could muster to say. What time was it? What was he doing there? What was going on? It was the prelude to many questions on your mind.

"Oh, you're awake? Good morning, sleepy head!" Asmodeus beamed at you, showing off flawlessly white teeth. Every tooth was perfect. You stared while waiting for your brain to turn on.

"I wanted us to hang out today," he continued, "so I came to see what you were doing. Sleeping in! It was sooo cute. Even now, look at you!"

You felt like a rotten moss-covered log in the forest out back. Asmodeus raised his D.D.D. and started snapping away, preserving the moment for eternity in images. That was a more alarming wake-up call.

Your brain urged its cells to move faster with a spike of adrenaline. Your hand lunged at Asmodeus' arm, grabbing his wrist, trying to sit your body upright. It was always so startling how soft his skin felt. Today's fragrance was something fruity. "What are you doing...?" you managed to say.

Asmodeus grabbed your hand back with delight. "So affectionate in the morning! I love it. I want to make sure I capture all of these adorable moments." You heard more shutter sounds, a whole burst of them.

Nope. Not while you looked like a spoiled potato in bed. This meant war.

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’

robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend

steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.

robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.

he still wears the vest.

[workingchemistry]

“You have an mando’ad and you haven’t even sworn the resol’nare or riduurok?” Fox asks, crouched in front of the child. “I thought prime raised you to be better than the rest of us.”

“Buir—“ Boba starts and then breaks off with an annoyed growl. “Fuck you. He’s not even my kid.”

“Mind your language in front of your tubie.” Fox mock gasps as he swings the child up onto his hip. There’s a wide look to his eyes, plush lips split into the manic grin that Boba remembers as always preceding whatever chaos Tenten had managed to orchestrate.

It’s as infuriating now as it was back then but now, with the weight of years behind him, Boba’s chest aches with nostalgia and grief.

There’s something to the set of Fox’s chin that indicates this chaos is for Boba’s sake. As aggravating and impossible as Fox always was, he also always knew his brothers better than they knew themselves—Especially brothers who would never claim him in return. Boba isn’t a child anymore and he isn’t blinded by his grief. He can recognize Fox’s shitstirring for the kindness it is.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to strangle the life out of his little brother when Ten’ika holds the child above his head in a display to the Corrie guard. “Behold! Boba’s tubie!”

The entire battalion salutes as one before chanting, “Oya, b’Bob’ika tubie!”

“They stole my kid.” Din finally protests but it’s far too late.

Boba shrugs one shoulder with a grimace in Din’s direction over his shoulder. “He’s a CC. They do that.”

Another cheer goes up around them and Boba turns back just in time to see Hound with the child balanced on one shoulder. This would be fine, if he wasn’t joining in on the dha werda verda.

Behind Boba, Din breathes out a vocoder crackle of despair.

[darby-rowe]

dbf!logan being the only person available to drive you to your gynecologist appointment while your car is out of commission. the car ride is excruciatingly painful as the older man tries to strike up conversation with you that’s clearly one-sided. there’s even a point where he asks you what the appointment is for, and you almost don’t answer him, but you also don’t wanna be rude so the words gingerly leave your lips.

“pap smear,”

you watch him nod out of the corner of your eye, one hand on the steering wheel, arms nearly bulging out of his white tank top. the familiar stench of alcohol is ever present with this man. the tension between the two of you grows tighter.

“sorry i asked,” he says, almost comedically to ease the obvious weirdness in the air. “i don’t have any kids of my own. i never had to, uh—“ he clears his throat. “deal with any of this, so…”

“mhm,” you say.

once you two arrive at the ob/gyn office, you swear you’ve never felt more relieved to be at a doctor’s office.

“do you need me to go in—?”

“no,” you answer, unintentionally cutting him off as you hook your bag onto your shoulder and crawl out of logan’s car.

“should only be half an hour or so,” you tell him. “so, i mean… you can hang out here, or… i dunno. don’t want you to be just sitting here, haha,”

“you can just call me when you’re done and i’ll be back here to pick you up, ‘kay?”

you press your lips together, rocking back and forth on your heels as your hand rests on top of the car door. “yeah, i’ll text you,”

logan shakes his head. “call me instead,”

you stand there for a moment more. “okay. thanks again,”

“see you in a bit, bubba,”

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[squea]

since maureen handed over the farm to her sister esther, they have spent more time fist fighting skeletons than any actual farming.

[squeakitties]

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[fiveminuterice]

my shining star, when will he come home :(

[crystalrose043]

Yeah so i had an idea that bill would have to fix all the damage he did on Earth as a last trial to be freed from the Theraprism... and also i am bad at drawing cartoons and it always ends up looking like adventure time 😭 i think my dialogue/characterization is always so cringe and ooc so thats why i almost never upload fanart anymore 💀

[apostaterevolutionary]

I am so sorry, apparently it’s 2024 and I’m arguing about dragon age again lmao. How did I get here! Why is this happening!! Time is a flat circle!!!

Anyway. People can feel how they want about the past games not mattering in this game. If you’re cool with it, I’m happy for you. But there’s one particular argument in defence of this choice that is really, really bothering me and I have to rant

The thing I keep seeing is “well all this other stuff has nothing to do with the main plot or Rook, so it should be cut” and that’s. Not a good way to tell stories in my opinion. Because here’s the thing: it’s not about the Big Overall Plot. It’s about the characters that live in this world, big and small

I’m going to use the example of Varric and Hawke cause I think it’s the easiest to explain quickly. Varric is a storyteller. That’s the defining trait of his character. He tells stories, and sometimes they’re true and sometimes they’re not and sometimes it’s something in between. In DA2 he tells you about his brother. In inquisition, he talks about hawke and there’s banter about several of the companions. Most of these are just little one liners that don’t “serve the overall plot” but they serve Varric’s character

And that matters

So if we take this character known for telling stories about people that have been in his life, well, he largely can’t do that now. How can he talk about Hawke, someone who can be a very close friend of his, without even their gender being a choice you can select? Or whether Varric should be saying ‘is’ or ‘was’ about them? How can he talk about the companions in DA2 or inquisition when a lot of them don’t have to be recruited or can die? Will he limit himself to only characters that are guaranteed to be a part of it and alive? Or is it that he and Rook will have such a shallow relationship that Varric, of all characters, never talks about his life and past exploits?

Or has Varric as a character changed so much that he doesn’t even want to tell stories anymore? That Hawke living or dying means nothing to him? That the friendships he built with people in 2 games mean nothing to him? That he’s become literally unrecognizable?

This is where the problem is. Sure, Rook maybe doesn’t care about these people they’ve never met. But do they care about Varric? What about if a companion mentions an old friend of theirs, talks about an experience they had that made them who they are - is that only okay if that experience isn’t from a previous game? Or are all the characters so flat that we never learn anything about their connections to others outside of Rook? Is this story SO focused on this player character and this plot that NOTHING else matters, even within the world, and there’s no depth to be found in any of the characters that feature in it?

Writing characters so that they only ever talk about things that “directly serve the plot” is how you get flat, unremarkable, boring, forgettable characters. And that’s not something I would have accused bioware of doing even if some instalments are stronger in this area than others. But it sounds like that’s what they’re doing here, at least with the past characters. Cause sure, maybe Morrigan is so closed off she’ll never mention her son and partner. That’s believable, even if iffy given that they’ve said she’s going to be more involved than we think. But Varric? VARRIC??? Never mentioning ANY of the people he used to spend time with and care about except Solas and maybe some of the inquisition characters that can’t die or not be recruited but also carefully skirting around what happened to them in the game? That’s literally not the same character

And I would expand this to like. A letter mentioning this or a codex mentioning that, or ambient dialogue about so and so - that makes the world feel deep and those random, unimportant NPCs feel richer by connecting them to the larger world. It’s not about “serving the plot”, it’s about making your world and characters deep enough that they feel real, lived in, and like something we can actually care about

[rooolt]

can we talk about how hawk and Tory hung out like all the time in seasons 2&3 and yet literally never acknowledge each other when they’re finally on the same side again in season 6. Like even Hawk and Robby in season five had an awkward little acknowledgement of each other being on the same side and how their history made that sorta weird, AND THEY BARELY HAD ANY CONVERSATIONS WITH EACH OTHER. You’re telling me Tory and Hawk “steal a snake together”, “you better watch your back” Tory and Hawk, Tory and Hawk “partners in gang violence for months” having NOTHING to say to each other

[bahrmp3]

[id: 11 gifs from season 4, episode 12 “crossfire” from the tv series “star trek: deep space nine”, the gifs show quark, kira, and odo in odo's office.

1st gif: quark walks into odo's office. kira is sitting in a chair facing odo. quark says, "i'd like to file a complaint."

2nd gif: odo says, "not now, quark." but quark continues, "a noise complaint against you."

3rd gif: camera cuts to show odo. he says "we are conducting station business."

4th gif: camera cuts back to kira and quark. quark looks down as he addresses kira, "my quarters are right below his. you wouldn't believe the racket he makes."

5th gif: camera cuts back to odo. "quark." odo snaps and stands up. quark continues, "do you know what it's like to hear someone practice shape-shifting?"

6th gif: camera cuts back to kira and quark. kira is drinking from her cup, while quark continues as he looks at odo. "last night, it sounded like a takaran wildebeest was tromping around up there."

7th gif: camera cuts back to odo, he is standing with his arms crossed in front of him. "that was for all of five minutes. once you complained, i took the form of a rafalian mouse."

8th gif: camera cuts back to kira and quark. kira looks at quark as he says, "yeah, little tiny feet skittering across the floor."

9th gif: camera cuts to odo, his arms are still crossed and he looks away as quark continues "back and forth, back and forth."

10th & 11th gif: camera cuts back to kira and quark. kira looks at quark surprised, "you could hear that?" quark gestures to his ears and says, "hello?" they both look at odo and quark continues, "sometimes i can even hear him oozing around." /id end]