#there they are the pretty fam

[angel-bitch-boy]

Dick pushing thirty is forever funny to me. I imagine he pouts in the corner anytime Damien or Jason jokingly call him "old man"

Once during a particularly stressful mission he came back and took a shower only to notice a single grey hair amongst the black. He was basically that scene in howls moving castle where he threw himself on the nearest surface and wallowed until Kori had to reassure him he was still young.

He works on a mission with Bruce and is beaming when an officer comes up to him and he's expecting a "thanks kid" like the old days or maybe a "hey bro" in solidarity but the officer just shakes his hand and says "thank you sir"

Dick cries for a week.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

This was honestly my favorite bit from the new Once upon a Studio short.

[sleepanonymous]

Legend has it if you listen to this soundcheck on repeat it will clear your skin, water your crops, and cure your depression. I hope this heals all of you like it has healed me.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My real time reaction of watching an American influencer spread straight up lies about my country because they lived/visited there at some point

[pastelpaperplanes]

Art Dump!!

want to see me draw a floating head? want to see me do it again? want to see me do it again? want t

[voidzphere]

☆ seventeen long scary yearz........

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[thespaceyace]

today’s doodle page ft. loid and yor

[sunlit-mess]

noticing in your vents—

is your sister okay too?

We laugh, sure, but we both know we're not ok.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

dreamzablade where they get caught in an explosion and cTechno only has a moment grab the nearest bf and shield him bc humans are so, so fragile, and cTechno isn’t sure he’s big enough to protect them both :(

/dsmp /rp tw for descriptions of injury, blood, concussions, explosions, tinnitus

“Well, I guess it depends on what you consider ‘safer.’  Is it safer to be out of sight but crammed in a… in a little space like this?” Dream said, being a bit of a contrarian.  He liked to play devil’s advocate.  “Or is it safer to be out in the open, but able to move freely?  It’s a trade-off.”

“Bruh, I dug this tunnel specifically to keep us hidden, and I’d appreciate a bit of gratefulness, alright?”  Techno joked.

Technoblade, Dream, and Philza had been walking through this tunnel for at least twenty minutes.  It was connected to a mine that Phil started many years ago, so it didn’t look too suspicious for all three of them to enter at once, but its long and winding path eventually led to the Syndicate meeting room.  Despite its tactical advantage, it wasn’t the most comfortable travel.  Techno had to duck his head through some sections, and they had to pass single-file through the support beams.  Not to mention that it was cold, damp, and drafty.

“I’m just saying,” came Dream’s reply, his face briefly illuminated as he walked past a torch, only to be cast in shadow again moments later.

Phil chuckled, casting a glance over his shoulder.  He walked in front, his wings scraping against the walls.  Techno, directly behind him, was slightly hunched.  Dream trailed behind, still bearing a slight limp from his time in the Vault.  This would be Dream’s first time at the Syndicate meeting room, and Techno went all-out to ensure he’d be safe for the journey.

“This cold is brutal,” Phil complained.  “It’ll take a while to warm the meeting room up.  Hope you both dressed well.”

“We still have blankets, right?” Techno asked.

“We should.  So long as Niki didn’t steal them all.”

“I will not be sitting on my first Syndicate meeting with a blanket on,” Dream mused from behind them.

“Right, so lesson number one about the Syndicate is that we’re all friends, and we treat each other like friends,” Techno said, “Now, I know this is kind of a foreign concept to you, but friends normally don’t act like business partners.  If you’re cold, you’re wearin’ a blanket, no matter how–”

Upon Philza’s next footstep, Techno heard an observer click.  Faint and muffled– imbedded somewhere in the tunnel wall, perhaps– following by an even quieter but distinct buzz as a TNT fuse was lit.

“Phil, to me!” Techno bellowed, already turning around and taking Dream into his arms.  He lifted the human easily and pressed him into the bulk of his chest.  Dream’s breath left him on the impact, but with his limp, Techno worried about the boy’s ability to get out of harm’s way quickly.  He extended a hand towards Philza– his lifelong partner, his most trusted friend– and snatched his wrist, pulling him quickly into himself.

Techno remembered feeling the rush of adrenaline through his torso, his muscles seizing and stiffening as he turned himself into a shield for his partners.  He saw a flash of fear on Dream’s delicate, sharp features, his eyes lighting with concern.  He saw Phil’s hair flash like a flag as he rushed to them, and Techno put an arm around his wing to prevent him from wrapping it around them.  He worried about hurting them, but he determined it was worth the risk.  They were both too small, too fragile, too painfully shatterable to survive a blast at this range.  He pressed them into his stomach and prayed his size would be enough.

He remembered feeling an intense pressure at his back, a ringing in his ears, and blackness.

—

When Techno was next aware of himself, he was laying facedown on the muddy floor of the tunnel.  The blast had pushed him a notable distance.

The pain only hit when he tried to move.  His back was torn to shreds; he was grateful he wasn’t able to see it, but the hot pain (like the whips and flogs of the arena– how long has it been since he knew this pain?) gathered where his muscles flexed.  The ringing in his ears persisted as he raised himself from the ground.

Dream was pinned beneath him, eyes open but unseeing.  Philza, only half-tucked beneath Techno’s shoulder and arms, began to writhe.

“No, no no,” Techno started, finding his voice quiet compared to the tinnitus, “Hey.”

With a hand under Dream’s jaw, he discovered that the young human must’ve hit his head when they were flung, and his forearms were scorched and bruised.  He might’ve wrapped his arms around Techno at the last second.  Philza’s shoulder and neck were covered in burns, and his neck was bleeding badly.  Despite his initial writhing, his mumbles were unintelligible and his movements slow.  He was pale.

“No, no.” Techno scrambled for the remains of his cape, his hands searching along the ground for anything he could use to stop the bleeding.  It was burned off his back, but a few scraps of it remained a few feet in front of them.  He grabbed it and pressed it, desperately, into Phil’s neck.

Phil almost appeared to make eye contact, but his eyes held little intelligence.

“Don’t die, okay?  Don’t die,” Techno told him.  The tinnitus blocked out the voices of his Chat– a small blessing.  “Tell Kristin that it’s still my turn with you.”

Dream whined– a high-pitched sound from somewhere in his throat– and began to stir.  Techno placed his open hand flat on the boy’s chest.  “Hey, Dream.  Don’t move too much.”

“Wha–” Dream started.  He’d just began to recover from the head trauma Quackity inflicted on him, and Techno feared long-term repercussions.  “Techno.  Techno.  You’re bleeding.”

“We’re all bleedin’, dude.  You gotta take it easy.”

“No, Techno, you’re bleeding.”  

Technoblade was distantly aware that the blood on his back was seeping forward, drenching his white shirt with a maroon shade.  He was distantly aware that the string at his collar was dripping blood onto Dream.  He could think of nothing besides the fact that his two most beloveds were dying in front of him.

“It’s cool, it’s cool.  I’m fine.”  Techno leaned forward until he could press his forehead against Dream’s, just for a second, hoping to comfort him.  “You have anythin’ in your inventory?  Health pots, gapples?”

“Y.. Yeah, I… I do, I–” Dream tried to sit as he moved into action, and Techno gently pushed him back to the ground.

“Don’t move, dude.”

“Techno…” “Health pots, Dream,” The piglin reminded him, noting that the concussed boy seemed to have already forgotten his request.  Dream pulled up his inventory from his position on his back, clumsily sorting through the many items he carried with him.  Techno watched him, guiltily.  Phil’s hands roamed aimlessly around his own upper body, trying to clutch at the places that hurt him.  He found Techno’s fingers and clawed at them with his fingernails.  “Look, I’m so sorry,” Techno said, addressing both of them but knowing his words may not reach them, or may be forgotten, “I tried to protect both of you and I think I did a pretty bad job of it.  You both gotta live, okay?”

Dream’s head momentarily lulled to the side as he lost consciousness again, but he recovered quickly.  His green eyes wandered fearfully over Philza, lying half-dead beside him, before landing again on the spots of Techno's blood that landed on his shirt.

Techno felt his vision fade, and he was gone before he had the chance to warn them.

—

He’d wake on Philza’s living room floor, laying on his stomach.

Someone must’ve transformed the living room into a giant nest.  He was lying on a mattress that was a little bit too small for him– one of the human mattresses, surely– and his limbs hung ungracefully off its edges, but a few layers of blankets separated his fur from the cold wooden floor.  He noticed a tight weight around his whole torso.  He was wrapped in bandages from naval to collar, with some smaller bandages adhered to his long ears and neck, and the scent of burnt fur filled his nostrils.  The small hand of a human rested, comfortable and limp, in the palm of his hand.

Disoriented, he wondered for a moment why they chose to nap in such an odd spot.  Remembering the blast, he nearly leaped from the mattress, but the pain stopped him.

“Whoa, Techno.  Not so fast, alright?” came Philza’s warm voice.  

Techno never felt so relieved to hear him.  He lifted his head until he could face the direction of the fireplace, and there he found the beautiful sight of Philza and Dream cuddling together, Dream fully asleep with his face resting on Phil’s diaphragm.  It was Dream’s hand that was placed neatly in Techno’s, outstretched towards him as he slept.

Both of them were wrapped in bandages, their hair tousled and messy.  But they were alive.

“You saved us, love,” Phil continued, “I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself so badly in the process.”

“Worth it.”  Techno squeezed his hand around Dream’s.  “How’d we get home?”

“Not sure.  I think Dream did a lot of it.  And he hurt himself doing it, too.  He’s all bruised, and I think he pulled something in his shoulder.”  Phil ran a hand through Dream’s long hair.  “You two have that in common.  Self-sacrifice.”

An ironic statement from a man who lost a wing to protect his son.  Techno didn’t argue with it.  “Who would trap the tunnel?”

“Don’t know.  But I’m worried they know about the meeting room.  When we’re healthy, we should go check on it.”

“Or ask Niki to.  I don’t want either of you near it right now.”

“We could ask Connor.”

Techno snorted.  “We could ask Connor.”

In his sleep, Dream nuzzled into Phil and sighed.  Techno got accustomed to Dream sleeping constantly as he recovered from the last concussion, and he supposed he’d have to prepare himself for a similar recovery.  Techno imagined Dream dragging his giant piglin body through that tiny tunnel while his head injury raged, his thin body straining, his shoulder popping out of place.  But at least they were all alive.  So long as they lived, they would be okay.

But Technoblade has destroyed nations over smaller offenses than this. The moment he healed, he would solve this, and he wouldn't use cowardly tactics like traps.

[beetlethebug]

Emmrich x Rook x Lucanis Headcanons

Note: i'm still very much in act 1 and early game so this is just me making shit up. i'm just feeling out the vibes that I have in my heart. Rook head canons are based on my Rook, Quil, but feel free to snatch them for you own (and please send me anything you have about any of them because i'm like a man starved.

NSFW head canons under the cut ;)

Emmrich

Despite being a tea enjoyer he can, in fact, make a mean cup of coffee and takes great pleasure in making cups for Lucanis

Has a habit of using his professor voice on Rook or Lucanis when he catches them getting into trouble or not taking care of themselves

He's absolutely threatened and then made good on putting Lucanis to bed himself when he learns about how terrible his resting habits are

Honestly Emmrich is about 90% of these two's practical self-care. Which makes it extra sweet and surprising to him when Rook and Lucanis pull it on him

Actually cried the day that Lucanis referred to Manfred as "his son" or his "firstborn", whichever of these is funniest to you in your heart

Loves to adjust outfits as an excuse for touch. It takes him a while to get hands-on with Lucanis but once the permission is established, he cannot keep his hands off him.

Canonically a "Dear" and "Dearest" but he does have names for each of his boys

Rook is his "little prince"; honestly any endearment/descriptor with "little" in front of it is being thrown Rook's way

I like the idea of Emmrich using "my heart" for Lucanis; I also like the idea of something like, "My protector" or "My knight" because the idea of the famed Mage Killer protecting our beloved Necromancer hits Just Right

On days when his knees ache he uses Lucanis or Rook as support. It doubles as an excuse to run his fingers through their hair or slide along their shoulders.

Certified Hand Kisser™️

He hates seeing Rook and Lucanis hurt and it always so, so tender when healing them. Knows that they're both capable, but his fear of mortality is so strong that sometimes it gets the better of him. Being unable to let them go after tough fights. Setting and resetting bones again and again because it has to be perfect. He cannot risk them getting injured because he healed them poorly.

Lucanis

Calls Rook "mi constelación" (constellation) because of all their freckles

His pet name for Emmrich might be "el cuidador de muerte" or simply "mi cuidador", meaning "the caretaker of death" or simply "my caretaker."

He also gives me just. Very poetic pet names once he's comfortable. The most romantic shit pours out of his mouth when he's been awake for 48 hours and no longer has any semblance of a filter. Very much a, "my moon, my stars," kind of man. Spite likes to tease him after but he's down just as bad. His nicknames for Emmrich and Rook are just...more colorful.

Taught Manfred to swear (on purpose)

Rook has trouble eating due to Trauma™️ and Emmrich is vegetarian, so this man is doing so many acts of service through his cooking. He has a whole soup pot dedicated to Rook that's constantly going to Rook can get food even when he's not around. Always keeping them well stocked on small, easy to grab things for when they're busy with their work.

He and Emmrich bake together, and he has definitely gotten lost looking at Emmrich's arms with no jewelry/accoutrements. and when his sleeves get rolled up?? This man is a goner.

Loves to dress his partners up. Emmrich has good style but Rook? He needs all the help he can get. And Lucanis is more than happy to oblige

"Let me kill for you. Please, let me kill for you."

Because Emmrich can hear Spite, you know the demon is flirting with him 24/7. The amount of explicit content the two of them have to sift through and summarize for Rook is enough to drive the plot of at least five of Varrick's smutty novels.

Rook

Taught Manfred to swear (on accident)

They're all touched-starved as hell, but Rook is the boldest at getting the touch they need. Will clamber into laps, wrap themselves bodily around arms, bump shoulders together as they're passing. Loves when he gets to be extra sneaky about it, like leaning over Emmrich's shoulder while he's sat and reading or tapping out an attack pattern on Lucanis' arm before entering combat.

Terrible cook but loves to watch Emmrich and Lucanis in the kitchen. There's a designated spot on the counter for them to sit. Kicks their feet whenever Lucanis lets them try a bite of whatever he's making.

Blushes super easily

Isn't the smoothest talker when it comes to flirting (easily flustered + afraid of being reckless with their words) --most of their charming lines come out that way because they just so genuinely mean whatever it is they're saying

Very much a "The most intimate thing I can call you is your name" kind of person (especially after tying themselves so heavily to a code name).

#1 clothing and jewelry thief. Will ask before taking any of Emmrich's grave-dowry, though. Loves when they wear jewelry meant for them specifically to steal off of them and make their own (rogues, am I right?)

You can pry purring Elves from my cold dead hands. Rook purrs and they purr loud.

Has a possessive streak

Lucanis and Emmrich are both their first relationship, so they do a lot of mirroring at the start. Copying their different affections, trying them out and testing to see what they like and what feels disingenuous.

They're all acts of service people but Rook. Rook. Very much the "use me until there is nothing left" mindset. Has some unhealthy thoughts about having to "earn" their affections that they're all working on unpacking together.

Perfect height for forehead kisses

NSFW ;)

Lucanis might have a little to unpack about masculinity (particularly in the bedroom) and the way they deal with that is by Emmrich talking Rook through dominating Lucanis

Rook is a sub but very versatile when it comes to topping vs bottoming; tell them what to do and they'll do it. So eager to please

Lucanis and Emmrich both get to be switches as a treat. Emmrich takes the more dominant role at first simply because Rook and Lucanis are inexperienced and awkward as hell. But once they get more settled, roles and dynamics switch very fluidly between them (especially with Spite egging Lucanis on to Dom That Old Man)

The communication here is fucking great. They are so fucking good about talking to each other and adjusting as they go. Rook in particular loves hearing consent checks pressed against their ear. And Emmrich? The first time Lucanis asks, "Am I doing right by you, cuidador?" he cums on the spot

Rook is an Elf, as established, and his ears are sensitive. Turns into putty the minute that Lucanis and Emmrich start kissing and playing with them.

Praise! Kinks!!! They all have 'em!! I don't make the rules!!

Lucanis and Emmrich have fun domming each other through Rook. Emmrich is also quite the voyeur and enjoys calling out ideas/suggestions when watching Rook and Lucanis have sex

Lucanis was like "meh" about choking (his only familiarity it with was as a murder method, and there are much better ways to kill someone), but the second he watches Rook choke Emmrich (with the hand wearing all of the jewelry Lucanis bought for Rook) he is a Changed Man™️

Lucanis also loves hand feeding his partners. Especially Emmrich. The man always looks so surprised and touched to receive such gentle, intimate care from his lover that Lucanis does it every chance he gets

Rook has a hand kink and an oral fixation. Someone's fingers are always in his mouth.

Rook becoming an anatomy model as Lucanis and Emmrich draw all over him. Mapping about bones, talking about the best place to apply pressure during interrogations to get someone to crack. Touching and teasing to watch Rook's muscles flex under their hands. They get to Rook's cock and have a debate about whether one's hand or mouth is better for a "quick death" and simply have to test each to see which is the most efficient.

Another anatomy one with some knife play. As a treat. Emmrich calling out body parts/muscle groups/specific bones and having Lucanis find them on Rook. Using the tip of a blade to very carefully trace the outline and having Emmrich come over to check the work. Emmrich healing anything misplaced and taking the knife to show Lucanis himself. Perhaps info-dumping about that area of the body (as yet another treat).

Rook being a huge fucking masochist and Lucanis being a little unsure at first, so Emmrich talks him through spanking Rook. Points out all the tells in Rook's body that show they're enjoying it, showing him the best ways to introduce pleasure beside the pain. Making Rook ask Lucanis for it. Lucanis becoming enamored with this sobbing, moaning creature begging for mercy by the end.

[leonisandmurex]

The Duke of Edinburgh and Lady Louise Windsor in hysterics as The Duchess of Edinburgh takes part in a funny carriage driving section at Sandringham horse trials

Bonus:

[duketectivecomics]

‘Jason was Duke’s robin’ ‘tim was dukes robin’ YOURE ALL FOOLS

Steph as dukes most formative robin is RIGHT THERE

[peasant-player]

Sling Show off

Another maedhros! Here he shows his Sling prowess!

I couldn't get the whole sling on the photo sry.

This was from a hc of what weapons maedros could use with @erendur and @dfwbwfbbwfbwf

While maedhros big build would be very good for sling throwing...

-Loading the sling with projectiles might be difficult with one hand. Upsi

But fret not !

I put my Brain in over drive and came up with the best and logical solution :

Elrond and Elros are here to save the day!

I take no criticism on my absolute perfect solution.

[xysidhequeen]

It’s getting late (for me that is) but what about Jason first meeting with the rest of the council (Frostbite, Clockwork, Pandora and etc)?

You mean: Abominable Snowman, Benjamin Button and Mommy-sorry Step On Me? (Jason's crush on Wonder Woman did in fact transfer to Pandora)

Jason generally likes all of the council, and all of the council likes him in turn because he makes Danny happy.

He met Frostbite first. Danny took him to the Far Frozen to get checked out and to be sure the Baby Ghost was healthy and stuff. Jason had been forewarned and honestly, by that point, yetis were just one of those 'yeah that tracks' moments for Jason. Jason asked Frostbite, as a joke, if he could give him a piggyback ride. Frostbite picked him up, plunked him on his shoulder and booked it. 10/10 Jason had the BEST time. Definitely his favorite doctor.

Clockwork he met next, and it basically went:

Clockwork: I see you found your knight young king.

Danny: Yeah, thanks for WARNING ME

Jason: Who the is this fucker?

Danny: imagine a grandpa given unlimited power over time but retaining the 'stay off my lawn' energy but towards the time stream.

Jason: Ah

Clockwork: Wonderful. Off you two go

He then yeeted (yote?) Them through a portal because a member of the Flash Fam had severely fucked the timestream doing speedster shit. Luckily CW had smashed a hat on Jason's head first and he was in human form so the Flash fam member didn't recognize him. They were a bit too occupied with Danny yelling at them for fucking up and ripping them out of the speed force. The Flash fam member bought them lunch. (This was not the first or last time CW sent Danny to deal with the Flashes. They knew of him, and were all more than a little frightened of Danny. They think he's like. A speedforce demon or something. Theyre glad he eats burgers and not their souls) it was fun, even if they were stuck in the 40s for a bit until they cleaned everything up and got the Flash fam member back in the proper timeline. (You can imagine this as any of the Flash fam)

Jason met Pandora when she came to spar with Danny. And he just. Instant puppy crush. He watched this Amazonian woman beat the snot out of Danny and it was the best day of his life. If Fright Knight hadn't already claimed him as a protégé he would've been begging Pandora to train him. She thinks Jason is cute and is always happy to spar with him when she's around.

[sakasakiii]

the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not: