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His Lighthouse: Until Next Time (Male!reader x fem!Joker)
Until Next Time - Oneshot
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The next shift at work was chaotic to say the least. Everyone was dying to know what happened after Joker and her goons stormed the place.
Of course, HR had to do their spiel, offering you counseling, support, and blah blah blah. You were a witness to murder on top of being held hostage, not a charity cause. Unfortunately it was mandatory whether you liked it or not. Management also encouraged you to sign an NDA, which you refused. For all intent purposes, nothing happened. You wanted to forget and move on. That in of itself was an NDA.
No one else respected your attempts at forgetting.
Jim Gordon cleared you of any legal liability and you took the suggested week off from work to ‘clear your head.’
The commissioner claimed that you needed some time to purge The Joker from your head.
Initially you brushed off his concern, she was just one woman, but after the second night of restless sleep, you had to admit defeat. She was everywhere. You could feel her hands roaming your body— feel her soft weight resting on your chest once more.
You imagined her lithe form lying underneath your sheets and saw her long hair; mere innocent strands turn into venomous snakes in the dark. The color green held new meaning and that laugh of hers… f__k.
It bounced off the walls of your apartment and drove you even more insane. You’ve been a bachelor for years. The thought of another being in your apartment was ludicrous and yet feeling her warm body collide with your back, felt right.
“I'm boooooored Y/n.. pay attention to meee.”
You willed your body not to turn around but you had no control here. There she was wearing one of your t-shirts—hair all askew, looking like a dream. Then you reminded yourself, this was a dream.
‘She isn’t real!’ you told yourself.
This was an illusion, yet her eyes sucked you in despite the alarms blaring in your head to run. Did you really want to escape and why should you?
Joker was so petite compared to you. It baffled you that she was capable of destruction on such a massive scale. It must’ve been so hard to be a woman surrounded by alpha males in the crime world. You had an urge to protect her, to love...
Joker smiled sensing that you wanted to give her a kiss and stood on her tippy toes to meet you halfway.
Only for your lips to meet thin air.
You shot up out of bed a sweaty, panting mess. It wasn’t real, so why did you want it to be?
Enough was enough. Screw being off for a week, you needed to go back to work. You couldn’t last another second cooped up indoors with your demented mind playing tricks on you. That dream felt too real.
You clocked into work that same night, ignoring the multiple stares you received.
Apparently no one expected you to bounce back on your feet so quickly. It did take you a while to get back into the swing of things and you found yourself missing Jazz drowning on in your ear during the night. That wasn’t a problem. Others soon replaced the silent void you longed for.
A guy you hardly knew from your team rushed up to you during a line rush.
“Yo dude! You’re alive!” He scanned a barcode before hefting a package onto the conveyor belt, “It’s been what? Three days? Are you sure you good bro?”
You tried not to let your annoyance show. This was Gotham. People witnessed crime all the time and went about their daily lives just fine afterwards. Why was everyone treating you like a baby?
They didn’t need to know that you were slowly losing your grip on reality. You were fine if you didn’t think about her.
“I’m fine.” You stressed.
The parcel in your hand landed roughly on the loading pallet but you didn’t care. You wanted the monotony of work to erase Joker from your mind and talking about her in conversation was counterproductive. You squeezed your eyes shut and counted to twenty.
The random worker must’ve read the room. “Aight, Y/n. Just ah, take it easy ya know?”
You thought that would be the end of things. Far from it.
It hadn’t been a full hour since you clocked in and people that you never talked to decided to bother you for a crumb of gossip.
“What’s she really like? C’mon tell me!”
“Don’t get me wrong, she’s f___king crazy but uh.. I’d still hit ya know what I’m sayin? Did.. did you tap that?”
When you didn’t respond and roll your eyes, it didn’t help the situation.
“Haha! Y/n my man! You did! I didn’t know you had it in ya!”
You were getting irritated from all these questions. Didn’t they have work to do? The line sure was getting backed up.
Where was Frost to break up distractive chatter when you needed him? Your shift manager was notorious for yelling at his team to get back to work. He was nowhere to be found which left you with no escape from your vulture-like employees.
Why couldn’t they understand that you weren’t saying anything on the matter? What happened was over and done with and you weren’t one for gossip anyways.
Finally your lunch hour had come, and you were heading to lunch when another guy approached you. The frustration was building all night, but this poor guy would receive it all. Not your problem, you were past your breaking point.
“I’m not answering s__t, so f__k off.” You slammed your metal locker shut in anger.
The force rattled some things inside however your fellow employee wasn’t scared away. He simply blinked in shock and stood his ground. He was persistent, you’d give him that much.
The guy held up his hands as a show of peace.
“I wasn’t gonna.. Look, I was a close friend of Jazz.” You paused in your retreat and that was a cue for him to continue. “I know y’all were partners on the line and I just. I wanted to ask if you were okay?”
He scratched the back of his head, cringing to himself. Hopefully that sounded sincere. Men weren’t usually in tune with their emotions much less to check up on one another.
You on the other hand took the attempt in stride. It was the first time someone asked how you were feeling and meant it.
You honestly don’t know what to say. “Uh, yeah I guess. I mean.. I miss having Jazz as a spotter. No one can carry a 1070 backwards like him.” You joked.
The guy seemed to get your way of coping and laughed along. “Yeah, it's like he had eyes in the back of his head or somethin’.”
The two of you walked to the mess hall reminiscing all the crazy feats Jazz did while at work. He was an idiot, but he was reliable at the day’s end. Before you knew it, lunch came and went, and you were still chatting with Thomas.
He worked on Line A, the one that packaged the goods for your line to move onto loading bays. Even though Thomas was in a completely different sector, you slowly formed a friendship with him. He was quiet, well educated in his job function, and a cool guy to chat with.
The two of you were about to head back to the floor when he stopped you by hitting your bicep. “Hey Y/n. Some of the guys from line A and I are planning on going to O’Brians’s after work. You down?”
He scanned his ID on the security panel and opened the door to enter. You let it close properly before gaining your own access.
The one minute delay gave you time to mull over the invite. O’Brians’s was a popular eatery open for third shift workers but more importantly, it was located in the heart of Joker’s territory.
Any other time you would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but something didn’t settle well with you to accept. Perhaps the fact you met the owner and knew nothing good would ever come from being in the same vicinity.
Just thinking about the murderous businesswoman made your head begin to ache.
“Nah I’ll pass but thanks for offerin, man.” You replied.
Thomas nodded and the two of you went separate ways to finish up the night shift. Thankfully no redacted pallets passed your line upon your return. You weren’t ready to move any illegal goods anytime soon.
The rest of your shift flew by uneventfully. With it, the sunrise blinded you as you returned home. You were beat and wanted to grab a quick breakfast before crawling into bed.
You were lucky that Frost appeared after your lunch hour and made it his priority to yell at anyone who dared to talk to you. It was a busy night, no time to gossip— and for that, you were grateful. Your headache only seemed to worsen the closer the inevitable hot hour arrived.
Between the hours of one am and four, the likelihood of illegal items being on the line reached as high as eighty percent. It left a bitter taste in your mouth to move something that triggered the events that only happened three days prior.
You started to regret coming back to work so early. Your shoulder throbbed in agreement.
But that was over and done with and now you were back home.
You carried yourself through the front door and made it to the fridge for a drink. You were downing your second glass of orange juice when a voice behind you spoke. “How was work?”
You inwardly sighed. The hallucinations were back.
It was best to just go with the flow as you were too tired to question your sanity or argue. You scanned the fridge and found a jar of overnight oats mixed with fruit in the back.
“Tiring, I think I made a friend tho. He’s aight I guess.”
A soft hum was the only response you received for a length of time. Then you heard a, “That’s good Y/n. It’s good to have... friends. Lefthand drawer.”
You were struggling to find your spoon drawer, that’s how exhausted you were. You tossed an appreciation over your shoulder only to freeze up in hindsight.
Something about her tone was off—it sounded too sentient, and it made you turn around to face your delusions.
At least you thought it was.
“Holy s__t!” Much to your horror you locked eyes with The Joker seated at your island counter, watching your every move. She looked so at ease, as if she belonged there that it gave you whiplash.
“W-What the.. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! HOW DID YOU—?!”
“Nghh. Too loud.” She groaned and adjusted the bag of frozen peas better on her head. It made you pause and look at her more closely. Her usual pristine suit was disheveled and there was blood on her collar. The sight made your stomach do flip flops.
You set your breakfast down and asked. “Did you get into a fight?”
She snorted and didn’t reply. Her gaze shifted out the window. If you weren’t paying close attention, you would have missed the glassy look in her eye.
Okay, now you were concerned. Joker was a female and entitled to mood swings, but then again, she was tough as nails. Batman hit her vehicle with an RPG just three days ago and she walked away just fine— so to see her so defeated today was jarring.
You had to play this carefully or it could end ugly.
For some unknown reason you weren’t terrified that The Joker was in your apartment. Witnessing her so vulnerable tossed all common sense out the window.
Your exhaustion made you emboldened enough to crack a joke. “Let me guess. You didn’t wear a seatbelt again?” You nodded at her injury.
A brief smirk appeared on her disfigured face. So she remembered. “Tch, he always aims for my head. Stupid jerk.”
You were at a loss. “Who?”
She rolled her eyes, the color of fresh spearmint, and sent you a ‘keep up will you?’ look. “If you must know.... Bats and I had a fight. It’s whatever. H-he’s always like this. Hurting me n’ all..”
Joker let out a shaky breath and focused intently on your kitchen counter. In that moment she looked so... small. You couldn’t lower your guard however. She was a monster, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re in my apartment.” You added. That earned you an eye roll.
“I was close n’ it felt safe. I wanted..” she let out an airy chuckle, “For once, I wanted to feel safe where someone wouldn't hurt me.”
Her words punched you right in the gut. All this time you feared the woman with the reputation, not once thinking about the woman behind the scars. She was human just like you with feelings and desires.
Speaking of, your gaze dropped down to her lips.
Her signature lipstick was smudged around the edges but you could see the bottom lip was split with dried blood in the corner. Her and Bats had quite some fight and it was apparent that she lost. Joker looked like crap.
You wanted to offer her aid but your sleep deprived mind blurted out the first thing it could think of. “You think my place is safe?”
The thought made you snort. Your place was amazing, and rent was reasonable, but the locale was not great. You were in the rougher side of Chinatown being the closest residential area to the Dixon shipping docks where you worked. You wouldn’t necessarily call it safe.
In Joker’s eyes, your place was a Mecca.
“You promised not to hurt me Y/n, don’t tell me you’re a liar too?” She tried to shake her head but groaning in pain when it became unbearable.
You rushed over to help reposition the bag of peas on her head. She noticeably flinched at your touch although you didn’t notice. Being this close to Joker after spending so many nights with just her phantom was refreshing. Perhaps later you would think back and cringe— right now you spun Joker’s chair around so she could lean her head on your chest.
That addicting blend of roses and lighter fluid seeped into your senses. She was like a balm for your weary bones.
And when her heart shaped face looked up at you, you waited with bated breath to hear what she had to say.
“I like your eyes. There’s so.. kind.” She whispered in awe.
“Kind?” You echoed.
She reached up and caressed your cheekbones. You noticed her nails were painted pitch black today yet your focus shifted to her own eyes. Her sooty lashes fluttered a mile a minute. “Yeah.. safe.”
“Jo—” You sighed when she slumped forward. Great. You were left holding an unconscious criminal in your arms with no clue on what to do next.
This was not on your bingo card for today or any day for that matter. You had plenty of Joker exposure from three days ago to last you a lifetime, but it would be rude if you kicked her out in her current state.
You didn’t know anyone to call (except the police) so you resigned yourself to fate. She came to you in her time of need; you wouldn’t abuse the trust she bestowed upon you.
Without thinking, you scooped Joker up bridal style and headed to bed.
You woke up well rested a little bit after one pm. A con of being on third shift; a completely different sleeping schedule than normal.
You were about to climb out of bed when your body seized up and remembered the events earlier this morning. The Joker was in your apartment! The two of you talked before she..
You glanced over to your right, only to be throughly disappointed to find the bed empty. She was gone, as if she was never there to begin with. Was she? Your mind wasn’t thinking straight these days..
If she was, it shouldn’t have bothered you but it did.
You carried her to bed, you removed her shoes— red bottoms to match her lethal body count, and tucked her in. You’d wash the sheets later since her heavy makeup ruined them.
It took you ages to fall asleep, although you weren’t complaining. Having Joker in your bed stroked your male ego. She was a sight you could get used to even if she was a walking red flag. You were thinking with your dick at this point.
Her long green hair called out to you and you played with the ends of it to help you nod off. This tiny wisp of a girl drove you insane with little effort on her part.
She did something to your head that night. It made you gravitate towards her; it made you protective when you had absolutely no right to do so.
She made you realize just how lonely you were and watching her brow furrow in distress, perhaps she was too.
Pulling Joker into the safety of your arms immediately calmed her down even if the price to pay was her nails digging into your skin. She could sink her claws as deep as she liked, you weren’t letting her go. You were hooked.
Obviously you did let go, given the fact that she was gone.
You flopped back on the bed, groaning to yourself until something made contact with your arm. It was smooth to the touch and felt harmless so you rolled over to investigate.
How could you have missed this? A deck of cards was scattered on your bed with the most important one, the Joker, being on top. You picked it up with shaky hands to read the note inscribed in blood red ink.
Until next time.
She even kissed the card wearing her jet black lipstick.
You read the promise over and over and committed her flowery handwriting to memory. It became your new obsession.
Good thing Joker didn’t keep you waiting for long.
An odd arrangement formed between you and Joker. Four days after the dubbed pillow incident, she barged into your living room with a box of assorted doughnuts and watched you play video games all night. You were both terrified and turned on by her play-by-play skills that led to many wins.
Another night, she crashed through your bedroom window and broke her stilettos heel in the process.
You made her blueberry pancakes to feel better and you learned Joker had quite the appetite.
Another random day, you were preparing for work and walked in on her soaking in your bathtub. You tried not to look— really you did, but the temptation was too great. You took in her wet body at a loss for words. The scent of roses swirled in the confined space and made your head swim.
Sickly sweet, just like her.
You were tongue tied when she asked if you wanted to “join her.” The vixen even blew red tinted bubbles your way to entice you!
You foolishly went to work with a hard on.
However other times Joker wasn’t alone when she dropped by. She would storm into your apartment grumbling to herself with a shadow right behind her.
“Uh Joker? Who’s this?” You pointed to the creepy male who was giving you the death glare.
Joker flipped her hair over shoulder while bending down looking for something in your living room, “Does it matter? Whaddya doing tonight, Y/n. I’m booored.”
She said it nearly identical like in your dream weeks back. You walked closer to her, your gaze never leaving the blond watching your every move.
“It’s my night off, you know that.” You chided her.
You used some of your accumulated days off for an extended staycation. You told her about it the last time she came over but apparently things went through one ear and out the other.
Her eyes lit up in delight when she found what she was looking for. You missed her tossing it to her goon since she threw you a question simultaneously. “Oh! Can I stay ov~errrr then?”
“You never asked for permission before.” You fired back.
Your comment earned you a grunt from Joker’s bodyguard and like a flash of lightening, her entire mood shifted. She spun around and held a knife to his throat before you could even blink. Where she kept it wearing that skintight outfit, you didn’t want to know.
“Is there a uh.. problem, Blondie?”
You felt like an outsider watching the altercation unfold. You got to see the real Joker, cold, vindictive, and cutthroat interact with anyone who opposed her. Her angelic voice made her threats even more chilling. In the end Joker giggled and let the guy go who breathed a sigh of relief— but not without giving you the stink eye as he walked out.
Why did it feel awkward all of a sudden? Joker thankfully cleared the air with her next statement.
“Now that’s all settled..” she sauntered over to you and flashed you a sultry smile. “Ya wanna go out with me?”
Y/n.exe has stopped working. You were speechless. She wanted to do what?!
“Out? W-With you?” You managed to say.
Your response made Joker’s grotesque smile falter, though you hardly noticed. “Yes! We can um.. rob Gotham Merchant Bank and go shopping or or! bomb the GCPD headquarters with glitter! No, I got it! We can assassinate the mayor!”
Oh boy this woman was insane. She was practically shaking with excitement.
You smiled softly at Joker while pushing her away. It pained you to see her crestfallen face. How dare you say no to her?
You had to correct your mistake in order to stay alive.
“Or.. we could stay in and watch a movie.” You guided her to sit down on the couch with you.
Joker eyed you in silence as you turned on your tv and opened a streaming service. She didn’t know what to do from here and you could hear the vulnerability in her voice.
“A m-movie?”
Seeing that she was struggling, you selected a good war period film and sat back. It should entertain her bloodlust at least. The opening title appeared and you took Joker by surprise when you pulled her down to cuddle with you.
It may have been super smooth to an outsider but your heart was beating out of your chest.
You were in a lover’s embrace with Gotham City’s deadliest criminal. You didn’t dare move. Joker’s body was like a poised cobra on top of you. If you didn’t feel her steady breathing, she would’ve been a statue.
Gunfire from the movie stole her attention and with each body that fell, you could feel her slowly relaxing into your hold.
Why were you attracted to the crazy ones?
Joker was thinking the same thing. It was ridiculous how quickly she caved in to your request. You didn’t give her a chance to argue, you simply got comfortable and brought her along for the ride.
It was different and overwhelming. Instead of fast-paced heists and the thrill of running away, she was subjected to the calm rhythm of your heart and the dumb acting onscreen. A bright scene lit up the room and it was then Joker took the time to take you in.
You were obviously handsome with a boy next door charm that rotted her teeth. Mama raised you to respect women and not once did you try to make a move on Joker.
The sad part, she wanted you to. You worked out and it showed with your toned arms and rough hands.
She’d seen you lift boxes twice her size with ease and it made her grow wet with possibilities.
What were you like in bed? Were you still a gentleman? A dom? Or a fun combination of both? Ahhh! She needed to know but moments like this were a rarity.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone held her close and just existed. Your eyes were focused on the movie while your hand was busy rubbing soothing circles on her back. You made her feel normal, just a girl hanging out with her boyfriend.
Her minty eyes widened. Were you her boyfriend? The idea kinda excited her.
It was settled. You were her boyfriend whether you liked it or not.
The movie became irrelevant to Joker, your scent, clean with a hint of pine had her eyes falling half mast and your subdued strength, in the way you held her tight with just one arm, to your heart beating rhythmically in her ear. Safe.
You were safe to Joker and that meant the world to her. In your arms no one could hurt her, not even Bats.
She hoped that she wasn’t too heavy because about twenty minutes into the movie, she was out. You followed her not too long after thinking the same sentiments.
Joker was crazy but you would protect her at all costs.
#joker x y/n#joker x you#joker x reader#male reader#male!reader#male!y/n#female!joker#genderbent#to be continued?#reader insert#chaos universe#ledger joker x reader#joker x black!reader#cross posted on wattpad#the tags are a little weird for this one#cross posted on ao3
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Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man
#the heron speaketh#delighted to see the blorbo tags on this one if it takes off but i want everybody to know that this post is about#the terror#goodsir my sad pathetic wife harry goodsir#his fluffy muttonchops and big wet eyes like a baby cow have bewitched me. im going to wlakinto the sea#ive been such a normal kind of sad lately let me be a little fuxking derangwd on main for a while OkAY. OKAY. let me be weird ive earned it
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POV: You're Elias Bouchard
#FINALLY posting fanart for my hyperfixation#expect more tma fanart when artfight is over#art#artists on tumblr#digital artist#my art#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#jon sims#the archivist#martin blackwood#sasha james#as in the actual real sasha james#this is s1 fanart#tim stoker#timothy stoker#ermm yeah. thats about it for tags#will be reblogging this tomorrow morning as usual#smash the like and reblog buttons and don't forget to subscribe#also sorry for tim looking a little weird. he's the only one who doesn't wear glasses :[
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what do voyeurs see when they look into the mirror? (redraw of a piece from 2021)
#I know lawrence DID NOT !!!! CHEAT ON HERRRR !!!!!!! but. fun piece to draw anyways.#lawrence gordon#adam stanheight#saw#saw (2004)#this is my onesided chainshipping rallying cry. TO ME they wouldn't get together but that doesn't mean we can't have a little crushhh#nuggarts#(oh edit btw you’re welcome to tag as chainshipping i don’t mind. my weird insistence that it’s one sided isn’t THAT serious)
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#was looking for some fics with these two#I imagine this is one of their first interactions and Hunter is already fed up with Darius#but Darius is just trying to get to know the successor of his mentor and check if he's at least a little bit capable of doing his job#he's also a little weirded out by the similarity between these two#basically I imagine Darius gave him a couple of vibe checks that Hunter had failed#and Hunter takes it as questoning his place in the coven#god darius design is so pink and awful#it's so jover uni starts tommorow#it's like the most boring drawing ever but I'm just still in my I have to get better at backgrounds era#and also if I'll draw 100 awful things I get a decent one eventually#it's like inktober but lasts your whole life and devours your soul in the process#no caption just pure tags now I understand those few people who keep reblogging all my tags cuz I give all the fucking context there#there's probably like 10 things I would spot tommorow that would fix the drawing a whole bunch but I just ...don't want to ig#the owl house#sheerak#the golden guard#darius deamonne#hunter toh#toh hunter#hunter deamonne#toh fanart#the owl house fanart#dadrius#not yet but#you guys most fellow toh fanartists moved on and fanart fiona and cake but I keep brainrotting the same stuff over and over#good old toh trashpile
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immaculate consumption
#my art#do i tag this? ya sure#sundrop#sunnydrop#daycare attendant#you will look at my weird art#anyway this is a little old but i was suddenly reminded of it while looking thru old sketch pages so i was like. hey why not post it#ig i could give a big speech abt what my intentions behind this were but i dont rlly want to do that for this one#so interpret it as you'd like!#pls don't romanticize it though ♡
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I love your unhinged energy of your comics it's just *chef's kiss"
I wanna ask how you rig your chibi characters if you use a program or an app ಥ‿ಥ
thanks! 💚💜💚
I use Spine (professional version)! I'm pretty sure it's the same program the Twst devs use for the chibis; I decided to try reverse-engineering 'em basically because my license was just sitting around gathering dust, and I thought it'd be fun practice (this was before I tried to rig Meleanor's cape). it is an industry-standard program and, unfortunately, is priced accordingly, so it's a bit expensive if you're not planning on using it professionally -- there is a free trial, though I think you can't save/export anything in it? BUT it is truly excellent and can do a ton of super cool stuff, plus is genuinely just fun to mess around in, so I 10000% recommend it to anyone who is serious about getting into 2D rigging!
behold...the BONES...Najma and her billion discrete tassels...don't pay attention to all the extra bones from my desperate attempts to control Meleanor's meshes
#art#of a sort#meleanor is in this one so here come the spoiler tags#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 5 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 5 spoilers#gif warning#gifs that will bounce their way into your heart warning#i used to be serious about 2d rigging but alas. not so much the animating.#i like making stuff! not actually using it! GOSH#but i used to make random little spine rigs just for fun#and honestly having an excuse to get back into that through twst chibis has been super fun!#if i want a small army of characters to bounce around then i can make it myself!#THE POWER...#god though i really need to redo che'nya again. he looks so off-model and weird.#you can definitely tell he's the first one i tried to make#do i have the fortitude to take a third attempt at him...#spineposting
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House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode
#house md#prince's talk tag#flashing#repitition#so as i was watching this show i noticed they'd say the episode title in the episode#so i wanted to see how many times they did it#the people on livejournal who made transcripts of the episodes are my saviors and without them this would of been so much harder to do#thank you all for your service and i hope wherever you all are you're having a great day#sometimes they would use a variation of the word like in the episode poison they would say 'poisoned' or 'poisoning'#i did not include those instances#there was an instance in 'merry little christmas' where they do play the song in the show#but since ella fitzgerald was not a character in the show i did not include it#where as in the episode 'joy to the world' the students are singing it in the concert so i did include that#i apologize for the tonal whiplash when you get to that part but it did make me laugh#one of the times kutner says 'locked in' is overshadowed by the POTW's voice over but i assure you he says it and thats why its in there#out of the main characters from the one who said the title the most to least are#House > Foreman > Wilson > Chase > Cuddy > Adams > Cameron and Taub > Kutner > Thirteen and Park#this took a bit to do lolol its probably been done already but i wanted my own#there is a chance im missing some on technicalities but idc. im fine with this#there are two more i wanna do but with a character saying another character's name but ill do that some other time#EDIT: When I was making this video I was unaware that the Pilot episode went by two names: 'Pilot' and 'Everybody Lies'#Basically everywhere I looked the first episode was only referred to by 'Pilot'#which I found weird bc i remember seeing somewhere that the last episode was paired with the first episode in terms of title#but i couldn't find hard proof so I decided to leave it out at the time#well i checked again last night and yea the pilot IS also called Everybody Lies so I updated the video#I also think it goes well with the fact that House does say 'Everybody Dies' in the finale so another reason to fix it#AND he says it without Wilson while he and Wilson say the title of the pilot sooooo yea hehehehehe
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they would get divorced in one universe just to find eachother in another one
alternatively titled: sometimes you're the level-headed token flesh-head impulse-control-and-polycule-member of a stubborn, eccentric, and hearty telephone-headed drug addict, and there's cruelty in the world you deem fit to suicidally fight, and that either goes about as well as you'd expect it to, or you learn about love and the value of your life and junk along the way
#scribbles#milton r wallace#callum crown#phonegingi#sgt norm allen#norm allen#dialtown#dialtown a phone dating sim#..uh idk if callum and milt have a ship name orz#normgingi#milton norm parallels save me. Save me milton norm parallels#very specific but its why i prefer to look at the callum-milt-marla situation as like tragic polyamory#as opposed to a cheating one#it adds to the callum-gingi parallels. theyv both got polycule situations C:#though i suppose you could call a cheating situation a dark parallel to gingi's polycule the same way you could call#milton's entire deal a dark parallel to their relationship with norm/the narrator#However i just like tragic polyamory. my visions of milton and marla ALSO being in love yet having the mutual#realization that they hate callum more than they love eachother (esp milton) is highly specific yet also everything to me#misery loves company and all that jazz. a THIRD combination of people having divorce shit going on#this guys ruining my life IM GONNA FUCK HIS WIFE! (They are already in a consensual polyamorous relationship milton is just making it weird#Sorry these tags were going to be like meaningful discussion about this art and then i was enabled to talk about THIS AGAIN#OH YEAH this art in particular i discovered halftones and also started actually using blending brushes#milts face isnt drawn. obviously. but im imagining a kind of 'oh you!' exasperated fondness#as opposed to norm who's just a cranky little tsundere. jokes on milt though HIS relationship is HEALTHIER#also i will never pass up the chance to draw gingi and callum together#theyr both characters i adore drawing gingi's round shapes and different textures and callums cute little bolts#but also they do look soooo similar and yet so different its always really fun to do#and theyr just. my favs lol. my top 3 favs go gingi-mingus-callum hehe#Ok thats all. thank you for coming to my rambles#fig said i should post my art at better times and so i am and that means when i post my art im AWAKE ENOUGH TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT LOL
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answer her questions vlad. why do you skip leg day vlad.
(more of this bc honestly, dani deserved so much better. also learning how to draw dani.)
still inspo from @lilianade-comics au where vlad sucks less! kind of! but also just generally a decent parent vlad au lmao.
(do not tag as ship. pls.)
#danny phantom#danny phantom fanart#dp#dp fanart#vlad plasmius#vlad masters#dani phantom#really really trying to like. relax a little when it comes to art#like with the shapes and style and w/e#cartoony comics like this help#insert spiderverse miles copying peter meme#anyway comics practice <3#ney’s art#ney’s comics#ALSO i drew dani like. way too tall in the last one#she is baby#this is why you use references folks bc otherwise your proportions turn out WEIRD#… just imagine she was older in the other one ig. highschool teenage daughter suffering vlad’s homicidal tendencies#DO NOT TAG AS SHIP#seriously. please.
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love lies bleeding inspired me to draw more huge lesbians so heres misha and her pocket sized butch
#my little [sic] sweetie pies#[NOTE FOR SCALE: TSEREN IS 6’1]#very proud of the perspective on this one. you will be seeing me reblog it 30000 times#my art#oc art#oc au#normally i like putting my tsersha art in the butch4butch tag but i think this needs too much context#misha#tseren#giant au#as usual. dont be weird about this.#anyway this is the first time in forever ive felt satisfied with a drawing#g/t#for any strangers seeing this: this is a au and not the main timeline but like its a au i like a lot#edit: if youre curious about love lies bleeding bc of this 1. Go watch it right now i ❤️ the weird lesbian body horror movie#2. the big lady is not this big and this is just how i normally draw giants
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#yes i did also mean this in the literal sense#one of the great things about being a short bitch is incorporating it into justifications for poor decisions & dickhead behavior#“whoooaaa buddy calm down!!! you're not gonna pummel a *lil* guy are you?? that'd be sorta fucked up of you.#i've heard it's bad luck actually. to beat up someone who's under 5'5“.#i got sgs anyway ya know?? short guy syndrome.#it's where you don't have enough height for your body to contain your weirdness so it seeps out. hemorrhagic strangeness. can't control it.#doc said it's incurable. you can donate if you want. maybe treatment will get me to stfu for a little bit. ball's in your court my guy“#pacific rim#pacrim#newt geiszler#newton geiszler#newmann#(that's hermann in the corner of the shot who newt looks like he's about to gamer rage on so yes the newmann tag is valid)#hermann gottlieb#k sci#k science#meme#shitpost
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#wings of fire#mcsm#mcsm au#wof au#premaposting#i made these actually a long bit ago#except for jesse 2 thats recent#but the rest of them were from a good bit ago#i didnt want to post it idk why but i dont want it to rot in my folders either so im posting it#ok my thought process from these#i did a funny and made all of the jesses just mudwing sibs#the main one or first listed is acc the runt. thats why they look weird. theyre not fleshed out yet :(#second one is one of the only older siblings that are still around. the rest had separated for jobs and such#but she lingers around a bit. job-looking but occasionally is there to cheer her lil sib on and stuff#i didnt want the rest of them to be the same tribe or the same main tribe so i made axel a hivewing#skywing could work however i really really wanted petra to be a skywing#i chose hivewing also bc i wanted the ofts to match with them and i made magnus hivewing i think#ik ellegaard is a sandwing#thats why olivia is sand/night#i couldnt decide on whether to make either of them sand or night#so i made olivia both#petra skywing/seawing#i could not not give her seawing literal pirate motif#also smth smth earring is actually important and not really for show#then lukas silk/sand. debating on whether he should have fire be a flamesilk or have neither#a lot of these choices im still debating idk nightwing lukas would be cool#but i didnt want to choice obvi picks for everyone. tried to get a little creative#these tags are so long jsdnsjdnsjdsdkjsdkjsndsnd helppppp#update just realized i abbreviated the order as ofts instead of oots#smhhhhh im a fake fan
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hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?
#Hes standing on a crate cause hes too short lol#Only a little embarrassed after the fact but he was so excited p;ease your honor hes just a bit silly#can you tell this one was storyboarded way ahead of time lmao his extra dilated eyes this time took a bit to get used to cause he looked#kinda weird#not used to it#i love him hes a dork :swirlinghearts:#I love this one so fucking much ive had it written out for agesssss#ty btw for being patient anon this is from JANUARY 9TH.. When i say i save some i mean it#sometimes i dont know what to write so i sit on it and then suddenly its the perfect ask ever for something i want to do#in this case something cute. i mean. look at him.#yo ucant argue with that.#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2#this took longer to do than i wouldve hoped but GOD is it worth it hes so cute WAAGHHHHH#i love yapping in the tags i never realize how damn much i be writing in here#hi :wave:
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i am excited for the new episode :> (and the no doubt fire asf music)
#my art#animator vs minecraft#avm#avm yellow#avm red#it’s weird how little i have to tag this bc the hollow heads have like 4 names#and they just have. like. one#alan becker
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Who do I talk to about my headcanon that post-killing Cazador, sex with spawn Astarion gets a little weird.
Like, man is finally starting to have sex for himself and putting the performance aside.
No more perfect little pornstar gasps and moans while he disassociates, now he's dead silent. To the point where maybe the first time his partner starts to worry. But no, he looks like he's in the throes of passion so what gives?
Little gremlin is just so lost in the sauce he forgot to breathe and no air means no noise. He's just getting fucked on mute.
One big drowning man gasp later and he's all groans and moans until the tank runs out again.
Y'know?
Anyway all that to say Muse is getting real close to killing Cazador and I've been Thinking™️
#bg3#astarion#astarion ancunin#am i the only one who wants astarion to be a little unsettling?#he's literally dead can i embrace the weirdness a little?#i dunno how to tag astarion stuff this is all new to me
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