#the malfunction

[rabbotspg]

Credit to Aleutie

[luckylsoer]

“Much more efficient than dragging my eyes down there” — Senna

Also, Happy New Year y’all :D

[sweeneydino]

BEHOLD.

The final Mystic Malfunction Fanart for @vanillavengeance !

This took awhile but it's done! I think-

If you haven't read it yet, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! jk it's right here vvvv

Now it's time to make the other one-

[zeropro]

could you draw the lambo twins again pretty please?

Sunstreaker's an artist!

Skywarp deserves to wear make up, as a treat✨

[peekaboo6293]

sigh. these idiots

[jade-bright]

Stiles having dinner one night at the Hale's

Stiles: If Derek doesn't cry on our wedding day, I'll hit him with wolfsbane until I see tears

Derek, and all the other Hale's: *choking on food/water*

Stiles: Oh, calm down, I'd heal yo-

Derek, softly: Wedding day?

Stiles:

Derek:

Stiles, going red: Yeah, what about it Hale?

[tagerrkix]

Eden was their ✨disney princess era✨

[roseyswords]

So I'm rewatching Mastermind immediately after watching it the first time, as you do

And there is a huge ass fucking lore drop this episode.

Satan says that he created impkind to be obedient.

SATAN CREATED IMPS. AND HE DID IT SPECIFICALLY TO HAVE THEM BE OBEDIENT SERVANTS. THIS IS EXPLAINING SO MUCH ABOUT YHE HISTORY OF HELL AND WHY IMPS ARE LOOKED DOWN ON SO MUCH AND HOW THEYVE BEEN TREATED.

Also did the other sins make their inhabitants too? Did Asmodius create succubi, did Beazulbub make hellhounds, did Mammon create the shark demons ?!

Holy fuck! This is huge!

[socvincjpeg]

Some concepts for a comic I’m planning from an AU of mine called metal to flesh!

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

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Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt… nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.

[hoforwonho]

[elliottswaterlilies]

bro loves his gf 😭

[petridumps]

it's still them 🥹💛🩵

[butchdiaz]

girlfriend just diagnosed weewoo show with this venn diagram. real.

[nyxpheros]

Do I like to dress him up like he's a Barbie doll? Possibly.

[thimblings]

i keep drawing him looking like he has the upper hand but tbh this is their dynamic more likely marisol is a menace, and the rookanis rot continues bonus: