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xiewho · 9 months ago
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the dice are trying to tell a story and maybe the story is simply that gorgug fucking kicks ass, dude
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mer-se · 6 months ago
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Isabella stewart gardner museum
(yesterday was a perfect day. 🖤)
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cozmic-ash · 11 months ago
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help help help I can't stop drawing gay lawyers
Trucy should be brown and I'll die on that hill
The fact that Klavier is 5'11" and Apollo is 5'5" 🥹 I love a height difference
I am convinced they drew Valant's hair Like That (tm) in-game because otherwise we would have all fallen madly in love with him
Wesley is my favorite witness in Apollo Justice, I'm so sorry for my shit taste 😔
I've drawn Godot without a mask before but I wanted to do it Again because I am still enamored with the idea of him having white eyelashes
Aromantic Miles means so much to me
I get that it's probably just the way they drew his jacket but why is Miles's little court sprite so caked though 😭
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hailsatanacab · 1 year ago
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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greededling · 1 year ago
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fullmetal alchemist fans will say shit like 'tbh him getting impaled was one of my favorite moments in the story' and they will be talking about their beloved protagonist.
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buppkizz · 1 year ago
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mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today
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cosmicgamer · 9 months ago
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The way Luz's thank you drawing got rejected by the person it was for when she thought she finally found someone who wouldn't make fun of her for her eccentric behavior, that she is worthless..and then the drawing does get recognized, that it's beautiful and why would it get thrown away. She was finally understood (I am in shambles help-)
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swiftmitsu · 6 months ago
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Part 6.5
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a little check in back at the castle~
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thedramaclubs · 7 months ago
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POV: the epic: the musical fans atm
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hrokkall · 9 months ago
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Mama gave me music lessons,
now I play the saddest songs
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therealcallmekd · 23 days ago
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15 YEAR TIME SHIFT
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stump-not-found · 4 months ago
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silly guy
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shouyuus · 21 days ago
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oh my god I know you only posted that mechanic vi thing 6 hours ago but PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE 🤬🤬🤬 you have GYAT to extend it by like vi introducing us to vander or like idk like im tweaking like
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dont worry anon im right there with you ive spent nearly my entire day just maladaptively daydreaming about mechanic!vi
sfw; car mechanic!vi cinimatic universe continuation of this hc post
it is not the most formal of introductions -- but by the time you make it downstairs to the kitchen, swimming in one of vi's thrifted band tees and jogging shorts, tamping down your hair, vander's already on his second cup of coffee.
"well, well, if it ain't the red corvette with the busted radiator," vander says, grinning wide as you fight the urge to duck behind vi like an antisocial child.
"h-hi -- morning..." you mumble, even as vi chuckles and pours you a glass of orange juice.
"heard you guys went to jericho's diner last night," vander says, looking between you and vi as you slip onto one of the mis-matched bar stools sat against the tiny kitchen island.
"yeah! the banana split almost did me in though," you say, reaching for the tall glass of juice.
vander laughs, "yeah, those are famously impossible to finish, though from what i heard, you made a very diligent effort." he shoots you a wink even as vi elbows him in the side.
"i -- we --" you stutter, your cheeks flooding with color. vi rolls her eyes and scoops two perfectly poached eggs out of a pot, placing them on two slices of toast.
you blink as vander nudges the salt and pepper shakers towards you.
"how... how'dyou know i like my eggs poached?" you ask, looking between vi and vander. they share a knowing look; vi shrugs, grinning.
"lucky guess."
you tuck into the eggs and toast, humming happily around the golden yolk as it bursts in your mouth. vi watches you with soft eyes and vander's smile stretches wide as he leans against the counter.
"so. seems like your daddy's got good taste," he says, a soft laugh rumbling through him, deep and thick as thunder. you glance up, cocking your head. vander puts his coffee mug in the sink.
"he might not remember me but couple years ago, he brought over the most beautiful gullwing -- mercedes, from the 50's --"
"oh yeah!" vi says, her eyes brightening as she rinses out the breakfast things "that was a sick car."
vander nods, humming, "one o'the first luxury cars post-war... and one of my personal favorites. some people say it's a bit tacky but --" he shrugs, laughing, "i've always had a soft spot for it"
vi scoffs, "better than all the db5's we see people bring in."
vander laughs then, a loud, uproarious sound. you swallow over another bite of toast and egg, content to watch him and vi banter.
"yeah, but you know why people like it --"
vi sighs, her eyes rolling so hard they might fall out of their sockets as she replies, "the james bond car, yeah yeah, whatever -- still tacky."
you slice into the second egg and watch as the yolk spills molten gold over the toast.
"that reminds me though, i've gotta order the parts for the crossflow radiator --" vi says, putting the pans in the sink as well, wiping off her hands before she rounds the island to lean up against your chair. she slips an arm around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.
you load a bite of toast with egg and yolk, sprinkle the top with salt and pepper, holding it out for her to eat. she leans forward, mouth open as you feed the bite to her.
she groans around the bite, nodding appreciatively, even as you reach out to swipe a bite of yolk from the corner of her lip, popping your thumb into your mouth with an indulgent smile.
"'ow'dyou know i'd like more yolk than egg?" she asks, turning to pin you with a look.
you flash her a cheeky grin.
"lucky guess," you parrot her words back at her, setting down your fork.
across the island, vander watches the pair of you with soft eyes and a knowing smile.
"right, well -- i've gotta get to the bar. your uncle silco'll be mad if i --" he breaks off, running a hand through his hair.
vi waves him off, "go, we've got it here."
"text benzo if you need help with the parts --"
"yeah, yeah -- he already sent me the link for where to order the parts," vi answers.
vander chuckles, nodding. he reaches over the island with a large hand.
"it was lovely to meet you," he says, taking your hand and shaking it firmly; his palm is warm and callused, and you feel yourself sinking into the solidness of his touch even as he pulls away.
"keep an eye on 'er for me, wouldjya?" he says, winking, jerking his chin towards vi. you giggle, nodding your head.
"sure, i'll try."
"and you make sure to treat her and her car well, y'got that?" he turns his gaze towards vi, who blushes, a scowl knitting her brows as she sighs.
"what'dyou think i'm trying to do -- geez --" she huffs.
vander laughs, a big, booming, belly-full sound.
"that's my girl," he says, flashing you and vi one more wink before ducking out the garage door.
vi sighs, "sorry, i know he can be a lot..."
you smile, shaking your head, "he reminds me of you."
vi's cheeks darken as she looks you over, her eyes startlingly bright in the mid-morning light, her hair a blaze of pink as the sunrise paints her shades of orange and gold.
"he -- he's a good dad..." vi says, finally, her voice a bit rough.
you nod, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.
"he is. and you're a good daughter."
vi swallows, tugging you towards her till she's slotted between your legs. you, poised on the edge of the bar stool, your arms looped around her shoulders, her palms laid flat against your thighs, inching up beneath the hem of her jogging shorts.
"y'know sweets, you can't just say shit like that to me --" she murmurs, leaning in just close enough to ghost her words along your lips.
"and not expect me to do something about it..."
your breath hitches, a delicious, gasping sound even as vi digs her nose into the hollow of your throat with a thick groan, pressing her lips to your collarbones.
"v-vi -- the dishes --" you hiss, but vi's already pulling you forward, hoisting you over her hips and carrying you towards the stairs back up to her room, her fingers digging into the meat of your ass as she kicks open her door and lets it slam shut behind her.
"the dishes..." she says, her voice breathy as she sets you down on her bed and crawls over your body, the shape of her caging you beneath her.
she leans down to trail her mouth along the bend of your neck, humming against your skin --
"... will still be there later."
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blueskittlesart · 11 months ago
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went completely insane a few days ago and was like omg what if i redrew/redesigned every single sdv character portrait. lmfao
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darkxsoulzyx · 6 months ago
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EXPLODES INTOA BILLION PIECES
Here is my mass-revenge for everyone on Artfight up until a certain point (I’m so sorry if you didn’t make it in, this took me a few days to make 🙇💀💀💀)
IM GOING TO TRY AND TAG EVERYONE THATS IN IT, WISH ME LUCKKKKK
(Credits/tags under the cut)
TV/Dark: @darkxsoulzyx (ME)
Virux: @bunrux (and whom the attack is addressed too because wE’RE LINKED TOGETHER)
Indigo: @astral-olive
Ace/Luria: @gufaspins
Invalid: Breadmaster (artfight)
Nihility/Tizo: @cinnabynn
Puppet: @dustyisegg
Stitch: idiotofthecentury404 (DeviantArt)/cheese_idiot2 (Twitter)
Luna Phasma: @stefdarkblood
Tasia: pinnipuff (artfight)
Ace/Soi: yekorav (Instagram)
Ali Surna: @alisurna
Hollow/Fatality: @inkywellcrow
Beast Sans: FernTail06 (instagram)
Candyland DCA/Sandman: @garbagechocolate
RELLIK: @s0l-st-ice
Alex: @boredlydoodling
Livvy: flowerry_._ (tiktok)
Floral/Unknown: Holy_Mol_y (Twitter)
Crash: @russianfig
Vitrum: @mossdoesartshit
AbsentCat/Mystery Apocalypse: Absentcat (tiktok and YouTube)
Rootsy: @awoscorner
Eli Jin/Fry08: @sandeewithtwoe
Rosy Sans: @justabirds-art
Judas: @claie171art
Comedy/Tragedy: @woolysstuff
Faolan: @the-jadedknight
Kai: @blizzysnowolf
Scot: @usercookie2008
Thane/Nyx: Khaotic_Order (Twitter) Khaotic_order_ (instagram)
Moss: @swiftmitsu
Chiib/H.O.PE.: @chiib-foxx-artz
Glitter: @kandidandi
Motus: potato_mochi_679 (instagram)
Tempean: @zef01
Loanen Riverside: nox_starswimmer ( instagram)
Twister/Wraith: @marinavoyageuse
Aya: @domijeannes
Exp: Cut_It_Out (Artfight (and I’m assuming Amino?))
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Oh, and if any of you were curious about how much it was worth… >:)
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m00ngbin · 1 month ago
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AY(OYM) CHAPTER 6!!!!!
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Sorry to reuse buddy elf hater Teru I just think he's great. Fits the theme (not really at all LMFAO)
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