#it's like my guardians kinda....

[somegrumpynerd]

Ah yes, very mature indeed

I love these two getting far enough into their truce to annoy each other playfully, Dream is great at it immediately but it's good to see Nightmare starting to take part too

And don't worry, Dream did get revenge

[spookberry]

the first time I drew these two(when I was 12) they were functionally the Color Guardian's version of Jessie and James,,,

[littlecrittereli]

ougghhh guysssssss

Thinking about this AU idea again

(Dont worry I'm not done with Reprogrammed yet BUT THIS HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL IT HAS NOT LEFT MY BRAIN)

I can smell the dramatic "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!!!" exclamation from here

[laurzvahll]

kiru belongs 2 @wewerebornsextuplets

[hyakunana]

Pocky Day 2k23 feat exo girlfriends ✨

[sunllghtt]

Falling by Florence + the Machine and Guardians of The Galaxy

Hi I'm here to prove I'm very normal with this very deranged thing (the song is "Falling" by Florence + the Machine)

Frustration and hate are the threads that bind the Guardians together at first. Their resentment toward everything they used to have and then got taken from them is the force that moves them in the first movie. They've all wasted years of their lives doing what someone else demanded out of despair and the need to please their abusers or avenge their grief. They can never have and keep things for too long.

Now this is where I lean a little harder into Rocket. He's reckless and destructive on purpose, he's always looking for a bad decision to make and the highest number of people to hurt. He's rude, he's defensive, he's scared and he steals things he doesn't need. He takes things away from himself before he can even have them. And it's good while it lasts, he can get a kick out of saying the wrong words and doing the wrong things and the adrenaline might make the weight of his grief and self-loathing a little lighter, but when he sobers up the consequences are still there and nothing's changed - maybe it's a little worse.

Rocket is a shrine to all the people he's loved and lost (and loved and lost and loved and lost and loved and lost). His body is a casket full of his own scars and parts of those he can't reach anymore. Everything he does is a reflex of what's already happened. When he tries letting people in, it's because he knows what it felt to be close. When he tries to push them away, it's because he knows what it feels to lose and lose and lose. And still, no matter how hard he tries to be angry and impassive and keep his distance, he keeps slipping and accidentally letting them into his heart despite knowing where it ends. It keeps rewriting it again and again and again.

Time doesn't stop. It doesn't forgive him and he won't forgive it either. But he's spending it with the Guardians now, and while he still has the same scars and dreams about death and the High Evolutionary and drinks himself down, he also learns to sometimes let his guard down and care about the people who love him and dance himself up. Trust is a leap of faith and friendship is something too pure and too frightening for him to have any control over, and he'll never know when it'll end and when he'll be the last one of his people again. He can't predict the landing. But despite the trail of corpses he seems to leave behind wherever he goes, he actually found people to love and he knows who will be there, wherever they land.

[qangelbluebird]

Creation = The Thing (from the tubhole?)

Primary Protector (Creator (not used but could be)) = Tubbo

Rank 1 Shell = Sunny

Guardian = Philza

Shell (in general) = Eggs

Pancake Shell = Empanada

The Mother of Pancake Shell = Bagi

Duck Shell = Chayanne

Trauma Shell = Tallulah

[kaiserouo]

fluffiness my beloved

[basim-ibnishaq]

my life would be improved by having a bizarre and confusing friendship with the russian assassin my father trained

[xenomorphicdna]

So what's the deal with the guardians anyways?

Like what do they do

Nah I bet they wear cloaks

At least that's what I thought when I first saw em so I'm really just rolling with that idea

I can imagine guardians came after the first echos right, as they were made to keep things out that didn't have the karma to ascend safely

I kinda feel like they were early designs of iterators before the ancients actually came up with the idea of "hey we should make big calculators to do the real big thinking"

And before the iterators there were the guardians just sorta assigned to study the void sea perhaps

[higgs-the-god]

been itching to do a breen design for a while now, so since i finished hl2 again after. many years. thought id get around to him and judith!! also slightly updated designs for alyx n eli

[spookberry]

what if i redesigned Red just a teensy weensy bit

[jrueships]

r u the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u buy whatever little thing u want as an adult and struggle with saving for the big mandatory thing,

or the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u just never buy anything small bcs u had to learn to live without it and constantly try to save for the next big thing in 500 yrs

[vampirebiter]

guts + despairing over griffith looking down on him

[minnow-doodle-doo]

Gotham Guardians AU

Jason’s father gave him a scope before he gave him a gun. Bruce taught Jason how to listen, see, how not to be seen, and everything else you would need to survive in a forest like theirs. 

“Gotham gives and takes.” He said as he slit the throat of a deer. It was a clean cut, as always —Bruce never left home without a sharp knife, and so neither did Dick or Jason. 

Bruce took off a glove, his hand white against his dark camouflage. He dipped two fingers into the wound, still steaming into the chilly fall air. Blood ran down into Bruce’s fur coat as he withdrew them. Even on his knees, he looked like a warrior, a noble, untouchable.

“Gotham is a weapon and a shield.” He turned to Dick who knelt beside him. Dick closed his eyes, he knew what came next. 

With the bloodied fingers, Bruce painted Dick’s eyes, first the left and then the right. 

“We are her protectors and children.” He continued as drew a line from Dick’s hairline to the tip of his nose. 

“We are her protectors and children,” Dick repeated and opened his eyes, straightening his back to look Bruce in the eye.

Then Bruce turned to Jason, at his other side, and redipped his fingers into the steaming slash.

“And we will not fail her and we will not fall,” Bruce said as he wiped the blood over Jason’s eyes. 

As he drew the line down on Jason, Jason opened his eyes and said back. “And we will not fail her and we will not fall.”