#in universe drugs

[archeo-starwars]

Star Wars (1977) Issue #23

[fudgecake-charlie]

to my IRL(s) who keeps sending me disco elysium memes despite the fact i haven't played it in months THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU. HELP ME. If people have ideas on this AU feel free to have fun with it considering I. have only a few!

[mipexch]

happy 420. defy logic

[cruel-hiraeth]

your twin brother feels guilty.

not about drugging you, and certainly not about getting off using your unconscious body, his leaky cock sliding up and down the fat of your thigh. he knows that you love him—that you would do anything for him. and he’s sure that you would enjoy this if you were awake.

(you’ve never objected to your soiled panties or sticky pussy the morning after; in fact, after he’s ruined you in the dead of night, you often eat breakfast the next morning with a satisfied smile tugging at your petal-soft lips.)

his guilt stems from an absent party: your older brother, choso. yuuji has watched his plum gaze track your every movement, memorizing your figure like you’re going to disappear. and yuuji knows that choso is jealous of the bond that you have with one another—that you spend so much time together, alone, holed up in your shared bedroom. yuuji knows that choso would want—more than anything—to be a part of this.

but yuuji isn’t ready to share you, yet. he’s greedy and selfish in this regard only. it’s why you have to be asleep for this part (you’ve never been good at keeping your voice down). he wants to keep you to himself, for now; before your big brother realizes that you’re both ripe for the taking.

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: what is E=MC²

Peter: Energy= Monster × Coffee

Harley: Energy= maraujana × coke

[timmydraker]

CW: drugs

When Tim is seventeen, Bruce gets a call from his principal asking for a private meeting to discuss Tim’s education. It’s not abnormal, but the parent teacher meetings weren’t due for another month and something about the tone of Professor Wilcot’s voice leaves Bruce concerned.

He organises it for the next afternoon and politely tells the timid looking man to please get to the point.

Wilcot answers with a tight lipped frown, “I recently discovered that Tim has a few nicknames. Now, that in itself isn’t a probably but the names themself are… concerning.”

Bruce immediately thinks of Red Robin and worries his son has been caught, but that makes little sense when Tim has shown to be the best at contingencies and secret keeping.

“Such as?”

With a deep sigh the man continues, “Well, there’s ‘Benzo’ and ‘Opi’. As well as ‘27’, which is recently learned references a so called ‘club’ of celebrities who die at that age for-for drug abuse.”

Even if he wasn’t a detective, Bruce could easily put it all together. Benzodiazepines and opioids, both drugs and a number well tied to such a thing all regarding a famed person.

It’s like he’s just gotten inside from being drenched in snow and had hot water dunked on him as dozens of different moments come to mind. He remembers Tim going from being down and low, tired and drained to suddenly being extra alert and chatty. He assumed it was coffee, but Tim often had a red nose and sniffled like mad.

He also got shakes, was made fun of by his brothers for being a sweaty person, and irritable at the best of times. He was jumpy and easily spooked, which everyone connected to him growing up safe and getting no sleep.

Tim also had forgotten basic case information a few times but usually managed to cover it up.

Bruce had noticed and responded by trying to lessen his work load, only for Tim to scream at him, storm off and come back looking drowsy a couple of hours later.

Wilcot doesn’t speak for a while, seemingly giving Bruce the chance to process his words but when he does it’s just to put forward the last bit of evidence Bruce needs.

“I admit it isn’t exactly ethical, but I check Mister Drake-Wayne’s locker and… I thought it would be best if I let you chose how to proceed lest I harm his reputation.”

A bottle, almost empty, of Oxycodone and a half full bottle of Oxymorphone.

Bruce looks away when the last bottle lands on the table, it’s a benzodiazepines called Dalmane and there are no pills because they’ve all been crushed into a powder.

Bruce doesn’t even want to think about how those drugs interact.

Wilcot says one last thing before he leaves the room, quit clearly giving Bruce a moment as the reveal settles in his mind, “Tim is a good kid. He’s kind to everyone and I truely hope he can get help. Please, if there is anything I can do, contact me. Other than that, I will keep this quiet. Please take care of him.”

Let it be said that Bruce Wayne loves his children, he genuinely cares for them and most importantly, he likes who each of them are.

But he’s not always the best father to them, not when he’s too far in his head and his head is too far up his arse.

He tries to confront Tim calmly and with compassion at first but it becomes clear he isn’t qualified to deal with it and he should have gotten Alfred or even Dick. When Batman deals with addicts all he has to do is get them to a hospital and show he isn’t judging them, but with his own son and when he’s not being Batman…

Tim instantly locks up when Bruce shows him the bottles and his defences go straight into overdrive, “Bruce, don’t. That’s not fair! Did you go through my fucking stuff?! That’s fucked up!”

Bruce looses his composure quickly, “Don’t you dare curse at me, Timothy. You are a goddamn hero and you’re doing this? Why did you tell me?! I could have helped you! Why, Tim?! You e seen what people who abuse drugs end up like-“

Tim screams so loud Bruce can practically hear how it hurts his throat, “WHAT FUCKING DRUGGIES?! IS THAT WHAT THEY END UP LIKE?! TOO FUCKING LATE BRUCE, YOU’RE TOO LATE! I GAVE YOU EVERY FUCKING SIGN AND YOU DID NOTHING SO FUCK OFF! I. AN HANDLE IT ON MY OWN!”

“This ain’t handling it, Tim. You’re addicted. You’re erratic, you’re bouncing from mood to mood and, have you seen how skinny you are? I’m worried, Tim.”

Maybe Tim would have been able to handle it better if he hadn’t been a few hours into withdrawal, but all he does is swing. He manages to catch Bruce of guard and hit him square in the jaw, only to realise what he’s done and start hitting himself the same way.

Bruce breaks as he watches his son who is usually so calm and controlled break down in a fit of aggression and pent up energy.

When Tim manages to hit himself hard enough Bruce. An hear a crack from his hand.

As he speaks again he dooms himself to a life time of regret, forever wishing he had gotten Alfred’s advice first.

“I’m sorry son, but until you’re clean, you will no longer be Red Robin.”

There’s a silence before Tim releases a wheezing laugh of disbelief.

It’s soon followed by the most enraged, harrowing scream Bruce has ever heard. It feels as if it shakes the walls before Tim kicks at his father’s stomach and bolts.

Bruce is too stunned to follow and foolishly assumes he can track his son anywhere.

Tim, even after he manages to shakily pull out the Dalmane he had in his pocket just as he passes the gate and take a big inhale, manages to put his mind together enough to remove his watch and key.

Bruce is forced to shamefully admit what happened a few hours later when he can’t find him and realises that Tim isn’t coming back.

Alfred for the first time in Bruce’s entire life actually glares at him.

Dick shouts at Bruce about how unbelievably stupid he is.

Jason just scoffs and says the kid will come back while Damian makes a comment about Tim being weak.

Maybe they would have reacted better if Bruce told them why Tim left, but he shamefully doesn’t want to admit he didn’t notice that Tim was a dealing with addiction under his own nose.

But Bruce has never been good with honesty.

[hearts4werka]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… partyboy!chris .ᐟ

★ energetic, cocky, tease, dangerous car rides, party goer, smoker, drug use (if drug dealer!reader lets him), loves teasing drug dealer!reader, drinking, street smart, Pepsi 1#, flirty, possessive & super protective over drug dealer!reader, goes on deals with her, couple tattoos on his arm, loves getting on drug dealer!reader’s nerves, has a secret crush on drug dealer!reader, even tho he is a partyboy he doesn’t constantly hook up with girls at them, hard exterior but sweet to the ones he cares about, “What, pretty girl? Don’t like gettin’ spoiled?”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 |

🪩 - “I’m gonna b’fine pretty girl, hey! but don’t take that—“

🪩 - “Fuck atta here man, this is my girl”

🪩 - “What the— you have a gun in your purse? Are you for real?”

🪩 - “Chill, pretty girl— hey, I stopped! You get too rough with the tickling each time!—“

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… drug dealer!reader .ᐟ

★ chill, laid back, brain & street smart, loyal, caring for the people close to her, small soft spot for partyboy!chris, protective big sis vibes, late night coke lines, stern when she needs to, keeps small drugs in her bra, skater girl, takes care of hung over partyboy!chris, has weapons in her possession, tattoos & scars scattered all over her body, loves teasing partyboy!chris back, keeps an eye out on him at big parties, always has to help clean up after a party, “I just usually work for the stuff I want, jus’ how it was always”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 |

💉 - “Are you seriously going to drink that much in one go? Nope, gimme that—”

💉 - “Just stay in the car while I do this deal, okay boy?”

💉 - “Drug dealers carry around protection at all cost, because you never know when you could need it. It’s a dangerous world to get tangled in, y’know?”

💉 - “Chris— stop tickling me!— oh you wanna play dirty? Fine! Take that bitch!-“

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! : here we have another Chris au! I finally finished this idea bc I had it for a while now in my drafts and I hope yall like it, if any of you have questions about these tho PLEASEE ask me them and I’ll answer them!

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🏷️ | @sturnsxplr-25 - @strnzzvsp - @luvvs4chriss - @sturniolosweetheart33 - @pussypie456 - @choclatestarfishwithahat - @venusxsturnio - @bagsbyclair0 - @sturnstvs - @dykes4chris - @hoe4matt - @cayleeuhithinknott - @strnilolover - @marrykisskilled - @phone4pills - @emely9274 - @cupiidk1lls - @lily-strnlo - @nicksgirlfriend - @sturniolosiphone - @sophand4n4 - @zombiesturniolo - @luvleyangeldust - @sturnina |

[nijuukoo]

Mind if I bum a smoke, Biddy?

You call me "Biddy" one more time, I'm gonna shove the next pipe bomb I find so far up your ass you'll beep from the mouth. Got it?

…Yes, ma'am.

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Tw for drugs, but not addiction. All light hearted.

I like to imagine that when he became the Champion of Magic, Billy was wildly irresponsible and did insane things to test his powers. The second he finds out he’s bullet proof he launches a dumpster into the stratosphere to see if he can survive being crushed by it when it falls, jumps off of a building into a pile of knives, and flies into the sun just to see what would happen.

Then he wonders if his invulnerability includes his insides as well and shovels a handful of shattered glass into his mouth. When he’s still perfectly fine he drinks a can of bug spray, and when he’s still fine he drinks bleach and rat poison and the brown water from the faucet at the abandoned building he’s staying at. None of them affect him (they tasted nasty though).

After a few months he’s got a pretty decent grasp on his powers and their limits but then he takes down a drug deal and during the commotion drugs were scattered everywhere and by now he knows he’s immune to everything he’s injested, so drugs probably would affect him either right…?

He sticks a finger into a big pile of spilled drugs and licks it before he can consider the many reasons he should Not do that. Then he panics because he did NOT think that through and why did he just stick random illegal drugs into his mouth?! He just stands there shaking, thinking he’s going to jail and that he accidentally just gave himself an addiction or something, but when doesn’t feel anything after half an hour he calms down and continues on with his day like nothing happened.

Obviously he learnt nothing from this and every time he defeats a different type of drug ring he impulsively licks just a bit of it out of curiosity. After a few years of this it’s just a ritual for him to taste test pretty much any suspicious substance he doesn’t recognize. Any type of drugs, potions, glowing chemicals in evil looking vials,mud, stinky liquids inside of vases that have been buried in tombs for thousands of years and are imbued with an ancient curse. You name it, he’s tasted it. Most of them taste terrible by the way, but that doesn’t stop him.

Then one day he’s on a mission with the justice league and they end up stranded on a strange planet with none of their tech and trying to figure out what planet they’re on. The ground is made of white powder and Bruce mentions that it doesn’t look like normal sand. If only he had his tools he could figure out what it’s chemical composition is and identify what planet they’re on and how to survive it. So of course Marvel scoops a handful of the ‘sand’ and shoves it in his mouth while the league stares in disguist and horror.

He slowly chews the mouthful, humming thoughtfully before swallowing. “Yup! That’s cocaine :)”

This does not comfort the league and they freak out because

1- Their colleague just ate an entire mouthful of hard drugs and seems entirely unbothered by this fact.

2- Said colleague recognized cocaine by taste despite it not being something you take by mouth so he had more than enough time to spit it out but he swallowed it anyway.

3- this entire planet is made of cocaine apparently and if a single breeze comes and they accidentally inhale it this mission will quickly become much more difficult.

I just think it’d be fun lol.

[valtsv]

headcanoning improbable bonding activities for the terrorism trio

[archeo-starwars]

In the waning days of the Republic, the Bando Gora cult terrified many through horrific acts of violence. The cult used the criminal underworld to distribute a deadly brand of death stick, a narcotic that transformed its users into slaves for the cult. These mind-warped servants could then be exploited by Vosa's Force abilities, and used in attacks against the enemies of the cult. When her activities began to threaten to not only the Republic, but those shadowy conspirators planning the Republic's fall, Count Dooku recruited Jango Fett to bring an end to Bando Gora. The completion of this difficult mission served as a test for Fett, to prove himself the ideal candidate to provide the genetic template of a mysterious clone army.

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 4: Hallucinations, “You’re still alive in my head”

Sky and Twilight took the reins and this got longer than it was originally planned to be. But that’s okay that means more angst :)

Warnings: poisoning (kind of), non consensual drugging (sort of), hallucinations (ish).

Ao3 link

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Sky didn’t really like caves, but at least this one had plenty of light.

Glowing mushrooms dotted the walls in shades of blue and purple, smaller orange ones interspersed like tiny stars of amber. Every room they’d been in was a little different, and though Sky was tense and chilly from the location, even he had to admit it was pretty. It felt a lot like Skyview temple, honestly.

But luckily without the spiderwebs and skulltulas, he thought with a grimace. Worst part of that place, minus Ghirahim.

Sky gave a pink mushroom a cautious poke, and small waves of lighter pink rippled across the cap like a pond, Sky watching in fascination. Twilight looked up from where he was sitting, and watched the colors shift as well with an interested look.

“You think the others’ll be along soon?” Twilight asked as he stood and stretched. Sky shrugged. Half of their group had gone down a different tunnel, and they’d agreed to see if they met up later. The room they were in now had what looked like a side passage, so Sky, Twilight, Warriors and Hyrule had decided to pause here for a bit and see if they showed up.

“I’d bet they will,” Sky replied, poking the mushroom in two different spots. That made little waves of color go out that rippled against each other. “And if not, you can always sniff them out.”

“Should you all be touching those?” Warriors asked, an eyebrow raised as Sky poked a blue mushroom, glowing speckles winking all along the cap.

“I don’t see why not,” Hyrule said from across the room. He was tapping some smaller mushrooms that changed from orange to gold whenever they were poked. Twilight oohed in fascination, and got up to stand beside him and poke a few himself.

Warriors sighed, then gave a green one beside him a hesitant touch, the glow it gave off dimming slightly, and revealing stripes that weren’t visible before.

Sky and the others kept this up until Twilight heard footsteps from the tunnel, ears pricking as he reported it was the others. Four came through first, and Sky’s relief quickly turned into worry at the look on his face.

“Smithy? What’s up?” he asked, and Legend huffed as he came out of the tunnel behind him.

“Wild, that’s what,” Legend said. It came across as grumpy, but Sky could hear the worry in it as well. Twilight’s eyebrow raised in question.

“He and Wind were messing around, and Wild got smacked into this weird mushroom and all these spores went up,” Four reported with a frown. “We thought it was fine, but then Wild started acting all... weird.”

“Weird how?” Hyrule asked.

Time emerged from the tunnel with Wild’s arm slung around his shoulder then, the champion’s eyes wide and... worryingly blank. Twilight quickly went over to him, but Time waved him back.

“Best you don’t get too close, he already gave our sailor a bloody nose,” he warned, but Twilight still hovered nearby as Time gently set Wild down, keeping his head resting against his shoulder. “He’s quiet now, but when we first found him he was just...”

Wild gasped suddenly, and Time quickly put his arm around him in order to stop him from getting up when he lunged forward.

“W... wa-it...” Wild stammered, staring at the space in front of him. “Wait, wait for me, I-I’m...”

A shudder wracked through him, and he fell back against Time, shivering slightly. Warriors got to a knee beside him, carefully tilting Wild’s head around and studying his eyes and extremities, then hummed.

“I think it’s acting like a toxin of some kind,” he said, voice worried, but not overly concerned. Sky was rather alarmed at the use of the word toxin, himself. “Not life-threatening though, he’s not showing any signs of it being severe. He must just be reacting badly to the spores. An allergy, maybe. We’ll need to keep an eye on him, but it should just need to work through his system by itself. Is Wind okay?”

“I’b fine!” the sailor replied as he emerged from the tunnel as well, voice somewhat stuffed. “I didn’t breabe id in like Wild did.”

“Maybe get Hyrule to look at your nose, though,” Sky suggested with a wince, and Wind nodded.

The sailor skipped over to Hyrule, and while the traveler made sure nothing was broken, Sky cautiously moved over to where Wild sat, still shivering against Time’s shoulder. Wild didn’t react to his presence, but Sky noticed that when he shifted around, Time winced.

He looked closer, noticing that Time was holding his arm a bit gingerly, and Twilight obviously noticed as well.

“Did he just get Wind’s nose?” Twilight asked suspiciously, and Time sighed.

“He struggled a bit as I was pulling him away, but I’m fine.”

“Well then you won’t mind it if Hyrule looks you over just to be sure,” Warriors said flatly, and shooed him away as Twilight shifted Wild to his shoulder. Time hesitated, but at the sight of Wild immediately huddling up beside Twilight, he gave in with a sigh.

It was decided they’d make camp in the large cavern for now so they could monitor Wild, and hopefully give his body time to work through what it had been exposed to. Warriors wasn’t expecting it to take too long, but in the meantime... Wild only got worse.

He shivered and babbled nonsense nobody could make out, eyes catching on nothing. He felt feverish when Sky brushed a hand over his face, and coughed occasionally, looking miserable. All they could really do was keep him comfortable, but Wild only seemed to get worse, his mumbling growing louder, his eyes growing more wild.

Time’s arm turned out to be sprained, rather badly, and he was banished to the other side of the cave with Wind. The others tried to help with Wild, but after he nearly clocked Legend in the eye, Warriors decided the less people nearby, the better. Sky couldn’t bring himself to leave though, not with way Wild whimpered and thrashed, and he stayed beside him, wiping sweat from his brow, and wrapping his sailcloth around him when his shivering grew worse.

And nothing much changed for an hour or two, until Wild suddenly stiffened, and stared directly at Sky.

Sky blinked, and Warriors drew up beside him, prepared to step in if Wild tried anything. They all watched anxiously as Wild’s gaze flicked between the two of them, Twilight holding a little tighter to the champion, and Wild’s eyes rolled upward to look at him. Then his expression suddenly turned almost childlike with hope.

“Father?” he said in a small voice, and Sky’s heart fell down to his boots.

Twilight breathed in sharply.

“No, no Link, I’m not your father,” Twilight tried to explain gently, expression agonized. “None of us are, he’s not... here.”

“B-But you.... wh-where is he?” Wild asked, filmy eyes fixing on Warriors’ face. “I thought he... is he okay?”

Warriors froze, and Twilight exchanged looks with Sky. “I...”

Sky swallowed, and gently took Wild’s hand. “Link, he’s... he’s busy right now, okay?”

Wild blinked at him, then shuddered, his eyes clearing a moment and filling with grief.

“No. He’s not,” he whispered.

He let out a soft whimper, and to Sky’s dismay a tear fell down his cheek, its trail erratic due to the way Wild was shaking.

“I can’t r-remember— I miss him, b-but... I don’t kn-know if— you’re here, but y-you’re not— I saw you,” Wild said with a sharp inhale, eyes suddenly taking on a different sort of blankness.

“Oh no,” Twilight breathed as Wild’s shaking suddenly stilled, his blank gaze fixing on Sky’s face. “Please no, not now, don’t show him one right now...”

Oh Hylia, a memory, Sky thought in horror as Wild fell still. Please, let it be a good one.

Sky kept holding Wild’s hand, and Wild continued to stare at him, sweat-soaked hair falling in his face.

“He’s fighting...” Wild whispered, mouth the only part of him moving. “He st-stayed to fight... protect the... king. We saw, Zelda, she saw, when Cala... Calamity... the g-guardians...”

A shudder wracked through Wild, another tear slipping down his cheek.

“King’s dead. Everyone, they’re all... nobody left, D-Divine... p-papa...” he choked out, and suddenly his eyes cleared, and he lurched forward with a wail, head knocking against Sky’s collarbone.

Sky quickly stopped him from falling over, and waved Warriors and Twilight back when they tried to intervene, Wild clutching at Sky’s shirt with a terrible desperation.

“Father I failed,” Wild choked out, and Sky ignored how his heart was breaking, and ran a hand over Wild’s hair. Wild sobbed into his shirt, and Sky held him tightly, not even knowing where to begin with untangling this mess.

He looked at the others helplessly, and saw Twilight looking like he was either about to cry or hit something, and Warriors’ face looking much the same, expression holding a quiet grief.

“Link, it’s okay,” Sky tried, soothing him as he rocked a little. “You did your best. You saved Zelda.”

“She h-had to wait a-a hundred years,” Wild cried, voice muffled by Sky’s shirt. “I made her w-wait, s-so long, and y-you—”

Wild’s voice broke off into another sob, and Sky looked helplessly at Twilight. He knew the basics of Wild’s adventure, but not everything, and he didn’t know how to comfort him through this.

Wild had latched onto him though, and passing him off wouldn’t end well, he was sure. It was up to Sky.

He swallowed.

“Link,” he began softly, but loud enough that Wild could hear him over his crying. “I’m your father, aren’t I?”

Wild nodded, and Sky swallowed again, mentally apologizing to Wild’s father for impersonating him, and to Wild for lying about his identity.

“Then believe me when I say that I’m so proud of you,” Sky said, voice still soft. Wild let out a gross sniffle, and raised his head a bit so he could see Sky’s face. His eyes were still filmy, but Sky couldn’t tell if it was because of the memory or not. Was he out? “You did your best, you saved Zelda, and beat the Calamity. You avenged the people who died. You’re a hero, Link.”

“But I couldn’t save— I s-saw, saw you,” Wild hiccuped, still clutching Sky’s shirt. “You had— you weren’t, w-weren’t, moving, a laser, I saw you...”

“Oh Link,” Sky said thickly, and Wild pressed his face to Sky’s neck, a hiccuping sob coming out of him.

Twilight abruptly stood, shoulders tense as a bowstring.

“Captain. Do you have anything that would knock him out until the spores are out of his system?” Twilight asked quietly. Warriors nodded, and Twilight turned away. “Give him that. I’m not going to sit here and watch him be tortured by hallucinations any longer.”

“You want us to drug him?” Sky said in disbelief, and Twilight shook his head.

“We’re sedating him. It’s different.”

Sky didn’t know about that, but he didn’t argue as Wild sobbed again. This needed to stop.

Warriors didn’t add to the conversation either, and dug through his bag a moment before retrieving a small pouch of leaves. He got up and retrieved a cup from one of the others, pouring water inside, then crumbled up some leaves and stirred them in to the sounds of Wild’s sniffles.

He heated the mixture with his fire rod, still stirring, then blew on it and held it out.

“There. It’ll knock him out for a good ten hours,” he said quietly, and Twilight nodded, taking the cup.

“Hey Link,” Sky said softly, running a hand over Wild’s head. Wild shifted a little, and turned his head up. “We have a... medicine here for you that you need to take. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Really?” Wild asked in a small voice.

“Really,” Sky said, and Wild sighed thickly, going still against Sky’s shoulder.

“Okay,” he whispered, and Sky ignored the sting in his throat at the lie. Twilight came forward and crouched beside him, his face briefly conflicted, and Sky propped Wild up so he could help him drink it.

Strangely enough Wild didn’t resist at all, and drank most of the tea without fuss. He finished most of it before his eyes began to droop, and Sky adjusted his hold on him, making sure he was comfortable.

Wild sighed sleepily, and looked at Warriors and Twilight, then up at Sky.

“I m-missed you papa,” he whispered, and Sky swallowed back the lump in his throat, not missing the glassy look in Twilight’s eyes.

“Try and get some sleep, Link,” he managed to reply, and Wild finally closed his eyes, face looking more at peace than it had all day.

Warriors waited to be sure he was asleep, then stood and went off to the other side of the cave, likely to inform Time and the others of what had happened. And probably compose himself. Twilight remained beside Wild, his face conflicted, and Sky rested a hand on his arm, Twilight looking away and closing his eyes.

Sky sighed, looking at Wild, then held him close as he gently wiped the tear tracks from his face.

He really didn’t like caves.

[sweeneydino]

I love drawing Krang Leader and I have no idea why.

The Rottmnt boys are powerful weapons of war, so their enemies are roided af behemoths that tower over people like bugs (seriously, look how tall krang leader is compared to rottmnt raph, jesus) and squash them just as easily. And I find that funny.

And terrifying.

Which is why Rottmnt is my favorite.

[luna-light-eclipse]

Destiny crack AU idea :

Random civilian in the city comes across a piece of darkness technology that got misplaced or whatever, they end up having a philosophical conversation with the Witness and gives it a crisis that completely diverts the final shape. No one else knows why the Witness is no longer interested in its previous goals and the random civilian just goes on with life.

[bibibusinessman]

[semisolidmind]

I love your take on DogDay and CatNap’s relationship post- escape, but how do you manage they viewed each other before the Hour of Joy? Friends/best friends?

...im not sure if they were even friends.

maybe they acted like it (or dogday at least tried to), but just because they're friends in the cartoon doesn't mean they are in real life.

it's mentioned that catnap has a hard time getting along with everyone, and that'd likely extend to his supposed "leader" and "best buddy." catnap strikes me as a very standoffish, cold personality, and he's likely very hateful towards those he doesn't respect.

dogday attempting to act like they're friends when catnap knows it's all an act wouldn't bode well for dogday later on. perhaps catnap would especially want to make him hurt for playing into the facade the company chose for them.

and what's the best way to torture a leader? destroy the ones he leads, and make him watch helplessly. make it so he's unable to save them no matter how hard he tries.