#it is her favorite holiday

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #133

Morgan Stark discovers the joke format, "__, __, and __ walk into a bar..." 

She doesn't quite get the concept, but she enjoys it. And, like most children, when she enjoys something she becomes absolutely obsessed with it.

Morgan: A spider, the spider's aunt, and a grumpy walk into the house!

Happy: Morgan that's not how that works

Peter: I dunno, you do seem more like a Grumpy than a Happy :)

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Morgan: A princess, her bestest brother ever, and their cyborg chef walk into the kitchen.

Tony: You can just say you want pancakes, Mo.

Peter, tearing up: That's Princess Mo to you.

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Bonus:

It becomes an inside joke that the whole family uses. 

Tony when Peter cuts off his coffee supply: (gasp) A genius, his robot minions, and a hater walk into the lab.

Peter, not even missing a beat: A genius, his son, and his robot children who agree with the son walk out of the lab and in to their beds.

Tony, so completely endeared every time Peter calls himself his son he can barely protest: I- I- now wait just a second...

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Teen Morgan, upon finding her brother and MJ making out on the couch: Eughh! An intern, the goddess way out of his league, and the amount of space reserved for Jesus between them walk out of the shared living space.

[existencebringsonlypain]

yo guys I made some deltarune earrings

[gloriousmonsters]

picturing Velvette huddled up on a Hell doorstep 2 hours after she arrived making a list of possible ways to get some power as quickly as possible on a bloodstained cellphone she took off a corpse and it's like

create startup, get aqui-hired

become first hellfluencer

sugar daddy?

startup + collab with a celebrity for more attention

celebrity boyfriend?

become already powerful couple's third, profit

actually find people to work with who respect and value my skills and me as a person <- this one is a joke

and then a year later she's in bed, awake after vox and val have nodded off for once, looking at mockups of the Vee tower design on her phone, and brings up the old list for just a minute to cross everything else out and write in 'all of the above???'

[sidver]

[strawhatboy]

☆ You're the one who decides who you are ☆

merry christmas 💓 to @missmakaalbarns from your @animangasecretsanta ​ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡ 🎄

[mx24]

I really like how you draw ralsei and Susie with beards, they both look really nice! I know you don’t draw her as much as them, but have you ever drawn Noelle with a beard? I think she’d look nice too

feel like Noelle's the kinda doe to keep her beard n whiskers well trimmed cuz she aint a fan (dysphoria reasons), but th first time it starts to grow out a bit, Susie is fuckin ENAMORED. absolutely struck by it. n Noey would take a moment for herself n realize-

(thanks btw :] m glad so many folk like how th characters look with facial hair too)

[fishyfarms]

Happy Halloweekend! (I refuse to post on Halloween I will 100% forget so early post)

August is a vampire and Harvey is a cowboy (he lost his hat in the maze)

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Thinking about how in the myth, Narcissus was the cause of Echo's strife and inevitable death. Thinking about how Ringmaster is absolutely 100% a narcissist with a cult-like belief in his own superiority and genius.

Thinking about how, given her actions, we can reasonably assume that Ringmaster is the one who sewed Echo's mouth shut. Thinking about how Echo was damned by the gods to only ever repeat the last thing anyone said due to her devotion to Narcissus. Thinking about how Echo was damned by Ringmaster to never speak, only copy the actions and routines of those around her--thinking Echo might have let the Ringmaster mutilate her, in her devotion to him.

Thinking about how Echo had a natural talent that was honed into a skill that was used by a man who never loved her and would never love anyone but himself.

Thinking about how Echo wasted away next to the lake and died from her starvation. Thinking about how Echo's first words were asking for something to eat that wasn't liquid.

Thinking about how all the clowns have bright, shapey, distinctive makeup. Thinking about how Echo is a blank mask onto which the Ringmaster can (and does) project any emotion or thought that suits his own desires, carelessly and callously ignoring anything that might be Echo's actual wants.

Thinking about how Narcissus died due to his own egoism and pride. Thinking about how Ringmaster got his jaw ripped off due to his own egoism and pride. Thinking about how Echo, the nymph, died with her Narcissus, and how Echo, the girl, did the killing. Thinking about Clown Corps I am thinking about Clown Corps.

[jimmyspades]

[beebeesiims]

someone had a little too much fun at tiffany's wedding and had to be carried inside.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

NWR 36:Rebecca the Cheerful Yellow Engine💛🔆🔅🌻🌼☀️

Some doodles and sketches I’ve had laying around in my sketchbooks of a Rebecca redesign based off of folks on Twitter and Deviantart, the first left one is the latest one I’ve finished today.

Bonus: Tiny Becca with mini lore-ish facts djfjjf (formerly known as “Spitfire” and we all know what happened to the irl basis…)

[silvreflames]

nesta isn’t necessarily kind to most people initially but she is incredibly thoughtful and will remember everything about that first interaction with a person for the rest of her life

[caterpillarinacave]

You know, as ready as Neo is to ascend, and as much as she wants to, I don’t think she would be willing to entirely forget Roman.

I think Neo tells the Blacksmith that.

“Don’t worry” says the Blacksmith “You, and your friend, would approve the life I have in mind for you”

So Neo ascends. She’s different now. She doesn’t know who she is, where she’s going. She’s just a person, wandering around the ever after. She’ll figure out what to do eventually.

She wanders around the Ever After. She meets people, fraternizes with them, and inevitably moves on. Some part of the every after will fit her, or She’s been told.

She’ll find it someday.

Eventually She stumbles across a glittering table in the woods littered with all sorts of things. The air smells like smoke, the various colored gemstones lining the trees beautifully eyecatching.

“Don’t set those on fire!”

Someone at the table has spoken, and She turned quizzically toward the clamor, where several pairs of eyes had fixed on her, all looking rather frantic, with the exception of the young man at the very head of the table.

“You could actually” He twirls a silver spoon around in his hand “Light them on fire, that is.”

“They’ll blow up!” Someone shouts.

“Some people” He leans lazily back in his chair “All up in a tizzy over the chance of an explosion.”

He meets her gaze, the lazy smile around his lips somehow deeply familiar.

The rest of the tables inhabitants return their clamor but She finds herself entirely focused on the person at the head, who continues looks at her with an odd sort of curiosity.

She finds herself at the head of the table next to Him. Somehow She’s enjoying herself more in this random gathering than she has anywhere else in the Everafter.

“So you don’t talk much, huh?”

She thinks for a minute. She’s never talked before. It doesn’t seem like something she wants to do, so;

Nope.

“How charming!” He grins. “Why talk talk, when you can talk without talking?”

She smiles. Some people have trouble listening without talking.

He nods solemly. He has no problem hearing her without talking.

What’s your name?

“Oh, my name? I can’t say I’ve ever thought about that. I’ll get to it later. You?”

Don’t have one.

“Well, you’ll find one. Coffee?”

She doesn’t know what coffee is, but she knows it’s not supposed to be in such a lovely cup.

She sticks her tongue out at him. He looks mock aghast.

She sticks around with Him. He likes to talk, talk with words, and seems to know everything about everything, but nothing about anything. Eventually, they start to wander, having a wonderful conversation about everything and nothing.

She pauses the walk to climb a strange looking tree while He happily looks on from below. “I think” He says “You are my favorite thing in the ever after.”

She grins back down at Him.

The feeling is mutual. “Where is it you belong?” He asks, pulling himself onto a branch next to her “In the Ever After, what section?”

I had been looking for it.

“Ah. Have you found it?”

Yes.

[aastarions]

the holiday season always has me the most nostalgic for my childhood and the traditions that have been lost to time

[n7punk]

buddy if you add up the recent sale prices for all of these things individually NIB it's like 37 + 38 + 120 + 39 + 36 and that does not come out even close to 406$. congratulations you scammed yourself

[katyahina]

me: I want to make Valentine’s Day cards, but I can’t make up flirty lines! I am not an eloquent person in the slightest!

me: 

me: I have an idea,