#shenanigans blog

[luca-is-a-pengu]

If Tim and Damian would have lived at the masion sooner.

I firmly believe that Tim was a bowl-cut kid.

Tim is 3 and Damian is 1 in this one

with motion blur cause I felt like it

[pokemonheritageposts]

thought I would show you what my dash did after your message

probably a good thing the secret third tf2heritageposts is piloting the plane then, i was 100% aiming for the pentagon

[l3viat8an]

MC:*Limping out of Levi's room* Ouch…

Asmo: Oh-ho~ and just what were you two doing in there?

MC: Not what you think!

Levi:*Walking out of his room, looking down at his D.D.D.* Hey MC, look! I found another position we can try!!

Asmo:*winks at MC* Right….it's totally not what I was thinking~

MC: Jojo poses…

Asmo…what?

Levi: MC and I have been trying Jojo poses!!!

Asmo…….oh..

[cheswirls]

short asl thing based on @where-does-the-heart-lie's modern au :) i started this over a year ago but the beginning is all dialogue and felt more like a script to me i suppose??? which deflated my desire to work on it. anyway i checked it over recently and it's completely fine lmfao, self-confidence restored here we go !

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"Yo. Aren't you usually in the middle of your shift by now?"

"I've been banned from the hospital."

"Like, for life?"

"No. For the next, uh.. Twenty-two hours."

"That's oddly specific."

"It was twenty-four, but I fell asleep after leaving the building."

"That wouldn't have to do with why they kicked you out, at all?"

"Hmmm. I'm too sleep-deprived, apparently."

"Ah. And, um, you called me because...?"

"I pressed a random number in my call log after waking up. Lucky you, I guess."

"Yeah. Right. Lucky me. And your car keys are...?"

"Confiscated."

"Ah, right, of course."

A beat of silence. Two. Three, then "Look, if you're busy, then–"

"No, no.  You called me, so I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

"Alright. Thank–"

"Thank someone else. Also, if you fall asleep in my car, I'm taking it as express permission to drive you around wherever I want."

"Ugh, go die. I don't even know why I bothered."

"LUCKY YOU, I guess," sounds off way too loudly in his ear. "No take backs. See you in ten."

"I thought you said–" Sabo breaks off as the call ends, leaving him staring blankly at his phone's too-dim screen. He squints, turns the brightness all the way up, and still squints as the sunlight proves too strong for the display.

Ace shows up in more than ten but decidedly less than twenty minutes. Sabo doesn't waste much brain power on it, only climbing into the passenger seat and yawning into his palm while his other hand fixes the seatbelt into the buckle. Not a second too soon, too, as Ace roars the engine to life and peels away from the curb at record speed.

Ace fiddles with the radio. He turns the music up, then dial it back down to inaudible. They hit the expressway and he leans over the steering wheel, frowning with his eyes fixed on the road far ahead. Sabo yawns again and this appears to be the limit to his patience. 

"Hey, so, I had a thought after you hung up on me."

Sabo grimaces. "You mean you–"

"Today's Wednesday."

He doesn't elaborate. Sabo is too tired to process. "Yes," he follows, after a second. He glances at the sky out the front window. "What time is it?"

"Oh, uh." Ace fumbles with hand placement so he can lift his watch to his face. "Nine forty."

Sabo takes a couple beats to try and process this, moves his eyes away from the skyline, and sighs as he pulls his phone out. 2:47 is what the display reads, which sounds much more believable.

"How did the minute hand get off?" he mutters to himself, chancing a look at Ace's busted wristwatch. Ace raises a brow, taking his gaze off the road to scrutinize Sabo. "No, it doesn't matter," he mutters to himself once more, sliding his phone away back on his person and out of his hands.

"My point is," Ace continues, like he hasn't just been interrupted by a whole thing. "Your timeout will be done midday Thursday. Did they switch your days off?"

"No." Sabo sighs. "They technically gave me the next thirty-six hours. Technically closer to forty. Something like that. I go back in on Friday. Sometime.” He tries to smile and it turns out very lopsided, from that he can make out in the rearview mirror. “Can you tell I’m tired?”

“I don’t think ‘tired’ is an accurate description,” Ace quips. “When did you eat a proper meal last?”

“Uh, yesterday. Maybe.”

“Maybe??”

“A ‘proper meal’ means different things to the two of us,” Sabo huffs. “On my account it was yesterday. I’ve had food since then, of course.”

“Alright, so here’s the plan,” Ace announces before absolutely whipping it around a curve. Sabo is his passenger in the passenger seat and had fully prepared to be so when he got in the vehicle, but he’d been vastly underprepared for this sudden course of action, which is how he ends up halfway out of his seat with his cheek slammed into the cold window. Ace doesn’t quite notice his brother’s terminal velocity until the car is once again on the straight and narrow, and only then it’s because of the audible thunk Sabo’s face makes when it collides with the glass.

“Aw shit. You good bro?”

“Ow,” Sabo mutters. “If I have broken bones I’m suing your ass.”

“Well, if you’re good enough to make jokes, I think you’re better than you’re letting on.” Ace keeps the wheel steady with one knee while he takes both hands away to crack his fingers. When he glances over at Sabo again, he looks even more pathetic – like he’s becoming one with the glass. “Anyway, as I was saying.

“I’m taking your ass home. You’re going straight to sleep and while you crash, I’ll make you something decent to eat and stick it in the fridge for you to heat up later. I’ll even make you two servings to eat two different times, since you clearly can’t be trusted to take care of yourself correctly.”

“Ouch.”

“I want you to conk out for as long as your body allows. We can reset your sleep schedule tomorrow, alright? Put your phone on silent; do not answer any calls. In fact, you know what, just give it to me.

Sabo glances over to see Ace’s hand held out to him, palm up. Fingers wiggling expectantly. His lips pull up into a grimace. “I’m not doing that.”

“Fine.” Ace takes his hand back. “But you will comply with everything else.”

“Wow! It’s so funny, I didn’t realize you turned into my mother overnight! Really tapped into your mom potential, huh? Anything exciting happen in your life that would cause that? I guess I wouldn’t know, since I’ve been a zombie for the past two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with acting like your older brother, you dipshit, especially if you keep putting yourself through the wringer like this. You go home. You sleep. You wake up and eat. You go back to sleep. Then we do laundry. Does that sound agreeable?”

“That’s negotiable, at the least,” Sabo mumbles. “I will accept good food as a form of bribery.”

“Oh, nice, because I’m flat broke at the moment.”

Sabo makes a mental note of that, and then they’re pulling into the driveway. Ace lets him exit the vehicle by himself and then promptly manhandles him all the way onto the couch where it will be easier to force his body to relax than in a real bed. Ace knows this, so he calls him weird before chucking a loose blanket at his head. Sabo is almost too tired to function at this point, so he lets Ace have the last laugh in favor of finally closing his eyes.

Coming to is a surreal experience, especially since the sun is still out. He must make a noise because Ace is suddenly within view. His limbs are tangled in the blanket and still so heavy that he doesn’t bother moving. “Thought you would be gone,” he half-groans, eyes slipping shut again for a moment.

“I did leave,” Ace confirms. “I had to go pilfer some stuff to make stew with. It’s almost done, so I’ll hang here until then.”

Pilfer. That could mean any number of things. Sabo chooses to believe in the option where Ace is an upstanding citizen, and then remembers Ace saying earlier that he had no money. He frowns and squirms on the cushions enough to where it looks like he’s checking his pockets. “Where’s my wallet, Ace?” he bluffs.

“Somewhere around here,” Ace pipes up. “Your stomach will thank you for your contributions to the Portgas Household’s pantry!”

“Ugh, I got robbed,” he complains. “This sucks. ‘m going back to sleep.” He rolls over so his back is to Ace.

“Yeah, you do you, bro. Stew will still be here later. I’ll see you when you’re back in the world of the living.”

—

Luffy comes in late that night and slams the front door shut as loud as humanly possible. When he appears in the main room, he doesn’t seem to be upset, so Ace writes it off as a Luffyism. Sabo hasn’t stirred at the noise, so it’s all good.

Realizing this, Luffy pads closer to Ace’s side and looks at Sabo’s unmoving body warily. “Why is Sabo passed out like a corpse? Is he sick?”

“No, he’s not sick, he just can’t take care of himself. Which is why we are going to let him sleep for as long as possible.”

Luffy just nods to this, but it’s the uncomprehending Luffy-nod that means he’s just going to end up doing whatever he wants to regardless. Ace sighs, then jerks his head towards the kitchen. “He ate a little earlier, but I want him to eat again when he wakes up. There’s stew in the fridge if you want it – just leave him a little. Got it, Monkey D. Luffy?”

Luffy throws him a salute and then runs off in his socks. “Yippee! Ace made stew!”

“Think of your brother, Luffy, and make good choices!” Ace calls after him. “He’s a pathetic man who needs food to feel better or he’ll end up sleeping through Laundry Day!”

—

Sabo does not sleep through laundry day, but he does sleep for sixteen whole hours, so it’s just around noon when he forces himself up off the couch and into a warm shower.

Ace is around, which is mildly unexpected. But he’s still half-asleep, so everything is at least a little unexpected. He glances up from playing video games with Luffy to see Sabo leaving the steam-filled bathroom with his hair hanging around his shoulders. “You look like a wet cat,” he calls.

“Sabo’s awake!” Luffy cheers. “Ace thought you died at one point.”

Ace elbows Luffy in the gut, making him hunch over. “I did not!”

“He totally checked to see if your heart was still beating!”

“I’m undead, actually,” Sabo says completely seriously.

“Does that mean you don’t need to eat anymore?” Luffy questions. “Because I ate all the stew last night.”

“I saw that coming and made extra.” Ace finger-guns in Sabo’s general direction. “That’s why I bought two sets of ingredients. With your money!”

“With my money,” Sabo echoes, because it’s such a wild statement to have to deal with this early in the day. Well, early for him. “Fuck you.”

“I mean, I can tell Luffy where I hid–”

“Thank you, Ace, for agreeing to share your quarters with both of your brothers so we can all do laundry today on your dime!” Sabo raises his pitch so his voice is mockingly squeaky when he says this. He starts moving down the hall before Ace can start to argue, letting his and Luffy’s voices bleed into the background.

When he comes back out, now dressed, it smells significantly better than before. “I reheated the stew,” Ace announces, gesturing for Sabo to take a seat at the kitchen counter. “Let’s all have lunch before we head out.”

“You have to drink this too,” Luffy tells Sabo, sliding a Gatorade across the counter so it sets in front of him when he finally does take a seat. “Ace’s orders.”

“Gotta get those nutrients back somehow.”

“Aren’t we so considerate, Sabo?”

“Do you even know what ‘considerate’ means?” Sabo asks, lips quirking up into a half-smile. At Luffy’s shrug, it turns into a real smile. “Well, thanks anyway. Both of you.”

“No sweat. And look!” Ace brandishes a five dollar bill for both to see. “I found this baby for us to use on coins! It’s all on me today–”

“Where’s my wallet, Ace?!”

[anghraine]

I'm feeling like supporting some women's wrongs! (And rights, but definitely also wrongs.)

[saturnaous]

fucked up. I want to play pool but instead I’m drawing them playing pool. what the fuck.

[smileformedearest]

CaitVi? Heck yeah!

JayVik?? ABSOLUTELY.

They’re the best. They’re amazing.

BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MANY ONE-SIDED TICKLE FIGHTS SILCO MUST HAVE LOST TO VANDER WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER???

I mean SERIOUSLY. Silco, the absolute brat, is SMALL compared to Vander. Poor guy would never last. 😊

[caelanglang]

"If you wish, I will follow you into the depths of hell."

sneak peak for a long running personal project with @xlillyle !!

yes, it's a royai fmab au featuring beast skk... or what I like to call: fmaBeast au xD!!

Lilly posted a couple of wips for it if anyone wants to read :3!! I assure you the writing is amazing and we've added quite a bit on top of the canon fma events ;3

[hellsite-detective]

hello all! Hellsite Detective, P.P.I. here!

tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, that day in which couples gather together and express their love for one another! now, i know i talk about being a lesbian a lot on here, but now there is a much more pressing matter revolvin’ around this fateful holiday…

see, i’m also aromantic and asexual. that’s not somethin’ i mention often simply because it doesn’t come up too much, but! this means i have a duty that i must see to and im spreading the good word so that all other aros, aces, and aroaces can participate!

…ahem…

MAKE AROACE TREND ON VALENTINE’S DAY AND TAKE BACK THE HOLIDAY WOOOOO

[an-albino-pinetree]

Holy shit back up-

[luca-is-a-pengu]

[pokemonheritageposts]

*looking through my asks*

oh you people are HORNY horny

[whereiscyansnail]

ahem . . .

bonus edit of the day because gary is just cyan snail in disguise :3

[anghraine]

By popular demand (aka two people asked lol), a secondary Women's Wrongs Poll for characters I considered for the first one, but ended up not choosing for various reasons:

[wheatiewintry]

b-bro...?

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Master fic post-

The Drakes Spoiled Brat (im sorry dad.) WIP- 76.3k (14 chapters)

Summary- Tim Drake Centric, Tim dies as Red Robin only to wake up w/ the past 12 years of his life erased. Now he makes it his personal mission to help his family even when no longer one of them, helped by his various personas to navigate his quadruble life. But nothing stays secret forever and hiding in plain sight from the bats will only work for so long. Time is running out (in more way than one)

Mama Bird (but its your brother ready to fight god) WIP- 10.9k (5 chapters)

Summary- Tim Drake Centric, Tim just wants to get a case done but needs the Batcomputer. Its sheer circumctance hes in the cave when Robin and Batman finish patrol. But when Batman attacks Damian over a fear gas incident? Tim might push the lines of "no kill code" Followed by lots of core four + extended siblings comfort and coming to terms with bad dad bruce wayne.

Extra info-

As of right now all of this is about the Drakes Spoiled Brat since my other fic is BRAND new

Concept for "The Drakes Spoiled Brat" comes from a post by @brucewaynehater101 (whom I adore) linked here (I know nothing about their original inspo tho)

Asks/Bonus lore-

Tim Drakes Grave??

Memes pt 1

Memes pt 2

Firefighter Dick Grayson

Long hair tim??

"Im an only child now"

Founding of Mama bird

Tim vs Timothy headcanons

Rouge gallary

Fanart/Character art-

Gala scene- (Credit myself)

Family Guy Tim- (Credit also me)

Cafe concept art + Character info (me again)

Gay Panic Steph ( @ ihavenotsleptindays)

Steph + Alan panic ( @ yjcorefourenjoyer)

Cafe Staff art + Info (still me)

Fic inspired by mine!! (they dont have a tumblr)

Cafe staff renders!! CONSIDERED MOST CANON

Mama Bird Tim- "Bats dont kill" ( @ ihavenotsleptindays)

Steph Narration panel (- @ neclasy)

Faces of Tim renders (Credit- Me)

Timothy will sue ( @burglar-bird)

Damian- Threat Timothy- Proud ( @ yjcorefourenjoyer)

Badass Cardinal ( @r eader-from-another-dimension)

Cafe crew Pokemon form ( @ reader-from-another-dimension)

Trifecta Timmy ( @ reader-from-another-dimension)

Pie & Grandpa ( @ shrugsinchinese)

Long hair Timmy ( @ twoarrsandonesea)

Queen bee Tim ( @ reader-from-another-dimension)

Reflection ( @ arty-cosmo)

Painting (@ reader-from-another-dimension)

Wisp (@ twoarrsandonesea)

The Drakes (@ neclasy)

Whats missing? (@ arty-cosmo)

Nepo baby (@ nicecupofangst)

Pigeon Book (@ arty-cosmo)

BLENDER TIME!! (@ arty-cosmo)

Cardinal % his birbs (@ reader-from-another-dimension)

Cardinal & Birbo (@ joyliit)

Spooky Eyes Cardinal (@ primthegreat)

Snatched waist <33 (@ runningoncoffeandspite)

GWENNN!!! (@ mockingjaylad)

Cardinal & Wisp cuddles (@ arty-cosmo)

Sassy Cardinal (@ 1tabbymore)

Wisp & Cardinal piccy (@nicecupofangst)

Cardinal Doodle (@a-single-anonymous-duck)

Collage!! (@joyliit)

Sketches!!! (@reader-from-another-dimension)

UwU Tim (@screaming-but-also-hhh)