#such is the life of me i guess...

[princesstarfire1234]

Thinking about evil Spinkrok...

I think they deserve to be a little fucked up sometimes alright... But anyways I had this random ass visual in my head, well two visuals actually, but they shared pretty much the same vibes:

Short not-too-intimidating lookin mech (Krok), a little bit cruel, a lil sadistic yknow, cunning strategist, probably likes killing people 'con style... and behind him is this big towering copter, blood red optics staring into your fuckin soul, obscured by the shadows, he looks fuckin BEASTLY, he WILL tear you limb from limb if you dare lay a servo on his captain/commander-- said commander is very pleased with having such a loyal killing machine... (they cuddle off-duty)

They probably work as like a duo (Foragers stuff yadda yadda), maybe like taking down any Autobots that stray into Decepticon territory, who knows, they just exist in a vacuum for me rn alr

the OTHER image I had was:

Scary doctor-surgeon Spins; he's got drills, needles, just about every terrifying-looking medical tool all attached to his fingertips (god i wanna draw that). You do NOT want to be strapped to HIS operating table alright? 'Cept he's got a cute little soft spot for his new commander, small mech he is but Krok exuded authority that Spinister was just MEANT to follow.

Again, I imagine they'd be stationed as a duo on some dingy starship like pre-scavs. Its the dead DEAD of space so Krok has to make use of what he's got. Stray bots come by some times, and unless he takes a special liking to them (like when he found Spin), he lures them in with a false promise of security and a journey back home... except of course, they always end up on Spin's table, scrapped and salvaged for parts. They need a way to survive after all, can you blame a mech?

BUT YEAHHH, I think I thought of these because I had Scavs-DJD swap au rotting in my head. Knowing their foils to each other at their very introductions, I just think the idea of swapping them is so fun... but I've been struggling figuring out how to make Helex and Tesarus specifically into... nicer guys (especially when bros are a walking smelter and shredder respectively lmao)

[nicecrumbart]

Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text) ArtTrade with the very sweet @die-auster ! thank you for sparking back my obsession with this blue guy here!

Please check out their amazing works here! 1 . 2 . 3.

[hansoeii]

head empty, no thoughts. just turtleneck crowley

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

his therapist woulda had a field day at their next appointment

[mashmouths]

does anyone know how to stop the body from keeping score? i have shit to do

[captainadwen]

Damian Wayne vs the World

Sixteen year old Damian Wayne is on the hunt for a younger sibling. Being more discerning than Bruce 'child collector' Wayne, Damian's firm criteria for Batman's latest adoption problem includes but is not limited to: black haired, blue-eyed, tolerable humor, not evil, and most importantly - younger than Damian.

Lucky for him, fourteen year old newbie vigilante Danny Fenton is the perfect fit. Now, to fulfill his end of their deal, Damian must defeat the evil government organization hunting Danny in order to gain a baby brother.

Or, @livinghalfway your post made my brain go !! but in such a different way I figured it was better to make a separate post, hope you don't mind/enjoy still

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Damian Wayne re-entered Tim Drake's life like a gnat revealing itself in a closed bedroom space. Tim was in t-shirt and a boxers, maneuvering ramen into his mouth with one hand and scribbling out an epiphany on a murder case with another, when Damian's demonic dulcet voice echoed down from the ceiling. "Drake," said Damian, judgemental, "You live like this?"

Tim nearly choked on his ramen, because the day Damian doesn't attempt to murder him - however doubtfully accidental this incident might be - is the day Darkseid decides to be friends with the Justice League. "Fucking knock," Tim coughed out. "And get out. No one invited you in."

"Put better traps if you don't want me here," said Damian, dropping from the ceiling where he'd crawled in on wall-clamps.

"This is my apartment," said Tim. "It's called courtesy."

Damian sniffed. He padded around to Tim's desk and frowns at his cases, then said, with no further lead up, "I need your assistance."

"No," said Tim.

"You did not even listen to my request."

"Don't need to," said Tim. "Answer's still no. Door is that way. Bye."

"Father says mutually assisting each other is beneficial," said Damian.

"Father," said Tim sarcastically, "blamed me for you exploding a glitter bomb in the batcave two weeks ago."

"That is your fault for not being able to provide evidence to the contrary in an appropriately efficient manner," said Damian. He squinted down at Tim. "And he apologized. Eventually."

"I would not have glittered the batcomputer," said Tim. "Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to backup those servers? No, because you don't like tech work, you just profit off it."

"Blaming me for Father's mistake," said Damian, "Most mature of you. But we must put our differences aside. I have selected a new family member and I need you to dismantle a government organization."

That drew Tim up short. He blinked down at his ramen as though it might explain Damian's words to him, but the ramen remained disappointingly uninformative. "Repeat that," said Tim, gesturing with his chopsticks. "Slower, and with more detail."

Damian pulled out his phone and sent him an email. Silence surrounded them in the brief moment it took Tim to set aside his chopsticks and open the email. The subject line was titled 'New Baby Brother', which birthed all sorts of horrifying nightmares of Damian Part 2: Demon Child Boogaloo. The teen in the inserted picture, however, was reassuringly not in possession of Damian's bone structure.

He did have black hair and blue eyes. "Who am I looking at?" asked Tim.

"Daniel Fenton," said Damian. "He is fourteen years old, enjoys puns, and has recently awakened 'ghost powers' that allow him to transform into the vigilante Phantom to fight other ghosts."

"Is he also an orphan with a tragic backstory?"

"No," said Damian, and Tim relaxed. "But that will not be an issue. We can share custody if they cannot be removed from the picture."

"Jesus H, kid."

"I am joking, of course," said Damian blandly. "Murder is wrong."

"Ha ha," said Tim. "If he has parents already he's not joining our menagerie."

"He will," said Damian, with a smug upwards tilt of his lips. "He and I have a deal."

"So you're coercing him in addition to stalking him. Anything else you want to share with the class?"

Damian considered this query with a serious frown, which was how Tim knew this was not a flight of fancy or a very early midlife crisis (although with their lifestyle and Damian already having died before...).

"He has," said Damian after a moment, "a rogue that calls himself 'The Master of all Technology' and is a technopath." This was clearly meant to be of interest to Tim, and not to be a stereotype, but it kind of was.

"Great." Tim turned his attention back to the email the demon child sent him. He scanned through it quickly. There was apparently a secret and evil government organization dedicated to the investigation and extermination of 'ghosts' and other paranormal creatures in the world. Their latest efforts were focused on the town of Amity Park, Illinois, which was 'infested with ectoplasmic pests'. Their words, not Damian's. (It was specified in the email.)

"Okay," Tim drummed his fingers against his desk. "Before I help you defeat this secret evil government organization so that," he opened the email attachment with a contract on it and squinted at the legalese, "this poor newbie teen you've harassed into signing this joins the family in exchange."

"I did not harass him," Damian huffed. "It was a gentleman's agreement."

"Does he know that?"

"I am not a politician, Drake. I thoroughly explained the terms and legalities before presenting any contract. Now ask your question."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," said Damian, tone implying 'you are stupid and haven't noticed something obvious, idiot'. "Father has begun saying he misses the noise around the manor and looking wistfully at old pictures."

"We still live there though?" said Tim. Damian looked flatly at him. "Sometimes."

"If you lived there frequently enough," said Damian, "you would already know Father is having...empty nest syndrome." Damian sounded disgusted. "I refuse to tolerate whatever inadequate and incompetent child he will find."

"So instead you found an incompetent and inadequate child for him?"

"Don't be stupid, Drake," said Damian. "I would not have chosen someone inadequate. Daniel is merely lacking formal training. Father can rectify this. It will keep him occupied for at least the next two to four years, which gives me enough time to find another black-haired, blue-eyed, tolerable child I approve of to be his successor and my second younger sibling." Damian paused. "Or until one of you procreates and gives him a grandchild."

"You're really serious about this," Tim whispered in horrified awe.

"I am serious about everything I do," said Damian. "Now, you will help me defeat this evil government organization so that our new sibling joins us."

"Okay," said Tim, but his mind snagged on a minor, throwaway detail, so utterly in odds with Damian 'Demonic Jealous Child' Al Ghul it surely came from another person - "Did you just call this kid your successor?"

[skrimbloz]

Happy bday Ninjago :)

[anna-scribbles]

in my mind adrien like literally did not have internet access until he met nino. the parental controls just went SO hard on his devices that he basically could do nothing except text nathalie and do his homework. when adrien wanted to watch a new anime or something he had to submit a formal request to his parents via nathalie to get approval. and after he watched it he would like put notebook paper on his laptop screen and trace over his favorite scenes so he could look at them again later. that kid didn't even have google images. when nino told adrien, 2 days after he met him, to give him his discord handle so that they could vc and play video games together, adrien gave him the blankest stare of all time. nino almost started crying. what do you mean you haven't heard of discord. here give me your phone. dude why is your phone so broken. you can't download apps. you can't even open a browser. are you okay? are you being abused? no listen I can help you. you don't have to live like this bro. would you like to pirate a movie

[gumzau]

The recent episode of wild life BROKE ME

I’m so sad that Mumbo’s out first but at least it’s not Jimmy this time 😭 (He will be next)

[still-snowing]

mandatory late summer wangxian in love 🩵

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[astronnova]

doodles (as i avoid work) of the super awesome you wouldn't like me alive fic by @ectoplasmranch which i binge read in a 7 hour sitting yesterday

[cheesy-cheddar-sadness]

text could never portray the scream i wish i could let out

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[wilsonmybeloved]

ive literally never interacted with the rats smp ever besides like once

but ren and martyn exist. and a lot of my other favorite creators. so we're going headfirst into rat yaoi. raoi, if you will. ratataoi?? ratatouille yaoi? ...ill work on it