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[nostradel]

“Horror Movie Night”

Decided to give the old VHS tape style a go. It’s tedious but i think i’ve managed to make something not too bad, but this took me WAY too long lol

[sen-ya]

Don't know if you're still looking for lawlu prompts, but:

Law and the Hearts enjoying some downtime at a random island's festival, no other pirate crews in sight or things they need to be doing....

And then Law hears a shout of 'Torao!!!!!!' In the distance.

Cue an "oh no" before Law is getting tackled to the ground by one bundle of chaos named Monkey D Luffy and Law desperately trying to save at least a LITTLE dignity

This isn’t a whole comic but this image has been in living in my head rent free 😭

[brainicusrotticus]

“So, that’s my shitty parents. What about yours?” Vace asked, taking a quick swig from their stolen bottle of liquor before passing it off. “They even make it to the wormhole? Get eaten by some xeno during the first raids? Fuck off to nowhere important?”

Solane took the bottle, watching the liquid inside. He suddenly felt exhausted, weight tugging at his bones as his eyes lifted skyward, taking in the starry expanse before them. Quietly, he offered, “...You’ve already met them.”

Before Vace could respond, he took a heavy drink from the alcohol, coughing on the burn in his throat. He took a second, and tried for a third before a metallic hand snatched his wrist. “Fuckin’ greedy,” Vace growled, prying the bottle out of Solane’s grip. Sol glanced at him, seeing the tenseness in his shoulders, and laughed.

“Quit fuckin’ with me,” Vace muttered, taking another sip.

Solane sighed, gripping his knees tight to his chest. “...I’m not.” He could feel Vace’s eyes on him, but didn’t bother looking back. He didn’t look down, either, where he knew the fields of Geoponics would be visible from where they sat on the Heliopause.

“Geranium and… Fluorescent.”

“Oh fuck. The farm fugitives?” Vace asked incredulously.

Solane snorted, letting the laugh ease the tightness in his chest. “Yeah… Yeah. Those are the ones.”

“The fuck is that story?”

Vace’s inability to keep his mouth shut was a blessing, occasionally. Refreshing, at the very least. Everyone in the original colony knew who his parents were. Knew that, seemingly overnight, they went from being a close-knit, happy family unit to not speaking at all. They’d tracked every movement for a while, waiting to see who would be the first to break the silence, to finally bridge the gap. By the raid that destroyed the original colony, few still paid attention. Afterward? Well… There was too much else to do.

“A few weeks after my thirteenth, she sat me down first thing in the morning. Started going off about how she was watching me, and she didn’t like what she saw. About community, and needin’ to fit in. That it wasn’t some fucking holovid, this is real life, and I needed to get my shit together,” Solane stated, bitterness creeping into the words.

“Yeah? You not like the reality check?” Vace asked, and Solane could hear the derisiveness in his voice.

Solane waved a hand at the fields below them. “You know the Vertumna Carrtatos? Our staple food?” Vace nodded, opening his mouth to answer, but Sol didn’t give him the time. “I created that. I spent months in the xenobotany lab working on the math, on the DNA. Running simulations, and watching them fail, and tweaking them, and doing it again. Learning how to alter DNA. Not just theoretically, but how to actually do it. Because nothing else was working. Because my parents came home from the fields every fucking night, whispering back and forth like I couldn’t fucking hear them. About how our earth crops were failing, and we couldn’t domesticate native ones. About how our colony was going to slowly starve. Trying to figure out how much time they had to fix it before they had to tell Eudicot.”

He snatched the bottle from Vace, swirling what little remained before downing it all. “So I fixed it. I sacrificed time I could’ve used for school, or Sportsball, or making friends. I stopped going beyond the wall, stopped learning about what’s out there. So I could save them.” He stood up, wobbling for a moment as his feet settled into the slightly curved surface beneath him. Vace’s metal arm snaked around the back of his calf, around the inside of his knee to dig the fingers into the front of his lower thigh, stabilizing the doctor.

Solane drew his arm back, and hurled the bottle out towards the fields with a snarl. He tilted forward in the follow-through, but the counterpressure provided by Vace’s hand kept him from tumbling over. They both silently watched the glint of the starlight on the bottle as it dropped into darkness, before they heard the shattering of glass on dirt.

“...And a few days later, I turned thirteen.”

“Fuck,” Vace hissed under his breath, refusing to lax his bruising grip.

“I told her she had no fuckin’ clue what she was talking about. That if what I’d already done wasn’t good enough, then nothing I did ever would be. Then I shoved some shit in a bag and left. Haven’t… Haven’t talked to ‘er since,” Solane muttered, swaying gently side to side.

“Geranium tried, a couple times, but… He always said shit like she shouldn’t have said it so harshly, or we needed to talk it out, that she’s under a lot of pressure, or just trying to help me… But never once did he say she was wrong. Or sorry. Just kept trying to convince me with excuses covering her ass, until I stopped listening altogether.”

Solane shook his leg, easing Vace’s grip as he stumbled toward the overhang where they could climb down onto Command’s balcony. He hopped off, realizing a minute too late that he’d overestimated his ability to make a smooth landing, and lurched into the railing, lashing a white-knuckle grip on it as he steadied himself.

Vace’s footsteps approached the edge and a moment later, he dropped down beside Solane. The soldier seemed more steady on his feet. “We should get you back to your apartment,” he muttered, half-turning toward Solane and leaning just slightly into his space.

With a snort, Solane turned towards the stairs. “Walk me proper or stand there and look pretty, but don’t start that herding dog trick with me,” he cautioned as he took the first step down, clutching the railing as his feet shook.

Vace squeezed beside him on the staircase, wrapping his metallic arm around Solane’s waist at the same time his right arm slung the doctor’s own over his shoulders, letting Solane lean into his broader frame.

Walking down the steps took Solane’s full focus, but as they leveled out onto the dirt track, he murmured, “I think she’s been angry her whole life. Always had someone to fight. The adults who failed her, the world governments, the terrors of space… She was a soldier. But when we landed here, she wasn’t anymore, and… And I think maybe, she was still angry anyway. And she decided it was my fault.”

He realized Vace had stopped in front of the door to Dys’s quarters, and Solane wondered how long it had taken him to get that thought out. “It… It wasn’t fair,” he murmured into Vace’s shoulder.

He felt Vace’s words as he quietly murmured back, “It wasn’t.”

The door opened, and Solane beamed a smile at Dys, who seemed barely awake. The scout glanced at Sol’s face and his eyebrows narrowed before his accusatory eyes snapped to Vace, barely-hidden contempt in them. Vace muttered something, but Solane was too tired to hear it now, just swaying to the melody as his two friends conversed quietly, Dys’s posture easing at whatever Vace had to say.

Dys’s arm curled around him then, and Solane felt Vace’s leave. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave a soft smile to the soldier and whispered, “Goodnight, Vace.”

He wasn’t sure if the boy responded as the door shut quietly, and Dys guided Solane towards his bedroom. He was seated on the edge of his bed as Dys undid the laces of his boots just enough to slip them off. The dark-haired boy walked away for a moment and came back with a damp cloth.

“Let’s wipe off your cheeks, alright? Don’t want them crusting over while you sleep,” he said gently, smudging the cloth against Solane’s skin, tracing tear tracks.

“I was crying?” Solane asked, tiredness quickly beginning to sweep him away.

Dys looked up and gave one of his not-really-a-smile smiles. Solane felt a deep appreciation for those smiles in that moment. “I’m sure it was happy crying,” Dys whispered, helping Sol scooch up to the top of the bed.

“Yeah… Yeah, I think so too,” Solane murmured as the blanket covered him, and he drifted away.

[lillypuppetchild]

Long Trip Ahead

(gift for @physically-robotic-medic for his trip so far)

[bigassbowlingballhead]

My dream is to be normal: to have a job that allows me to move out from my current house with my parents (they are lovely though and I have no issues with them but I am tired of living with them; I need my space), own a car and live by myself. Literally. Which everyone seems to have but the economy is shit in my country and it's so unfair that people usually have to live together with a partner or loved one to afford a house or apartment... Sorry to vent, I just wish I was as normal as you.

you think i'm... normal? what the fuck have i done to deserve this.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

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[sangled]

shipping win! they have different but equally terrible coping mechanisms

[mo-mode]

I love how Walker Scobell just appeared one day. He’s acted in only three projects now, all within the last two years, all where he’s the main character. Nothing else. No nepotism. I think someone in Hollywood just said “Yeah I need an angelic little blond boy who watches too many rated R movies, bites people, and swears like a sailor?” and then they found Walker skateboarding in the dumpster out back and went “PERFECT”

[bluerosefox]

Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU!

"Danyal, its time to end this game and return with me."

Danny should had known Clockwork had something in mind when he sent him on this mission. He knew he should had been suspicious of the time keeper when he noticed the little 'this is going to be fun' smile on his face when he sent Danny off into the portal.

"Get back here you demon spawn 2.0!"

But how was he supposed to know that he'd wake up in this world version of himself in a pit full of corrupted (AND NASTY) ectoplasim at the tender age of five or that when he swam up to the surface he'd be meeting face to face with what was apparently a cult.

"-O just spotted him a block away! I'll try to cut itty bitty bridie off!"

An Assassins Cult his, new to him, loving yet a little insane mother was in charge of (though during the few months he stayed in the compound he heard rumors and gossip from maids and others alike that if his grandfather returned from the dead he'll take over once again, no doubt punish Talia for creating another heir after the failure of the last one, most likely was going to kill Danny and that... that was can of worms Danny didn't wanna deal with yet)

"Ten bucks says they try to stab RR when we get the feral thing home"

"...Losers bet...."

Danny had lived with his mother for a while after being brought back from the 'dead' for apparently the first time, it turned out training a five year old with an actual sword and a dumbass hidden revenge seeking teacher was a terrible idea.

"I swear if this one tries to murder me like the others I'm asking Zatanna if there is a curse on me."

He dealt with her high demands of perfection, the endless training, and the constant comparisons to his apparent older brother Damain... Who didn't know Danny, or rather Danyal existed.

Nor did his father (when Danny, using his powers he's kept hidden since 'waking' up in this Realm, he sneaked his way around the base and discovered how he came into the world. And tbh he couldn't blame his mom how she made him, she was an assassin first and foremost, being naturally pregnant would had painted a target on her for to long... but he also felt it was unfair and an asshole move on his unsuspecting father as well)

"As your elder brother I demand you to stop running!"

Now don't get him wrong, he did like his new mother (total badass assassin lady and all that) and he knew she loved him in her own... deadly way. But yeah, she really shouldn't be taking care of kids. He could tell she struggled with wanting to be a normal mother but her first instinct after so many years was to be an assassin first.

Something she was trying to engrave into Danny with as well.

"Ah, hello Beloved. I see you've learned of our Danyal."

"Talia. Back away from him and leave Gotham now."

"I can not do that. The League needs an heir and since Damian refuses to return... I have decided to create a new one and I shall not be leaving until he returns with me."

"Talia."

Hence why when Danny, or rather Danyal al Ghul had gotten decent control over his powers he decided to leave the League. Again nothing wrong with the life his mom leads, to each their own, but he... really, really didnt want to be an assassin. Or an assassin heir.

So here he was, after almost a year on the run, using his powers and training to out smart and out maneuver his mother and her many band of Assassins, in Gotham. One of the last places he ever wanted to run to cause he knew his father and brother lived here.

It was just his luck that his mother had managed to intercept his train ride that passed into Gotham for a few hours and forced him to run into the city...

Add her assassins into the mix and running into Robin, who heard from Oracle his mother had been spotted chasing a young boy across the city, that same night.

After that it became a full on "catch me if you can" chase for not only his mother but for the batclan as well.

And after two whole days of chase, it seemed like the final showdown was about to begin because everyone was on top of this rooftop, his mother and her assassins on one side, his father and the batclan on the other and Danny well... he was right in the middle of all of it.

He just had to hope no one would notice him once the fighting started...

[lazycranberrydoodles]

english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness

[egophiliac]

I saw comments that the new butler from Ridekamens look like Sebek

He...kinda does

I wasn't gonna say it, but. that was kind of my first thought when he was revealed. :') maybe this is what Sebek's older brother is doing these days? he ran off to buttle for secret agents at a superhero cafe? actually wait that would be rad as heck, I'll accept this headcanon

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 291

You know what? I’m feelin’ a Prompt with the whole halfa family, all the clones and everything. 

See, Danny? He’s grown up, he’s moved out, started looking at colleges himself after spending a few years travelling and learning about himself without the threat of a ghost attack. 

He’s kept in touch with his friends, both living and dead, and ignores Vlad for the most part now that they’ve reached a truce of sorts, and honestly? He’s just living his life. 

But see, it’s kind of hard to figure out what college to pick, with his admittedly not-great choices. Look, he might have a new-ish ID but he’s still visibly not exactly human (though thankfully doesn’t have to worry about the GIW after a… summer activity that ended with several missing buildings) 

And most people he goes to? Finds him ‘too unsettling’ which excuse him?? How is he unsettling? He’s a twenty-five year old with six kids ranging from one to six! How is that “scary” huh? Ancients, and all this is making him use the cash he’s saved up over time. 

And then- as though all of this isn’t stressful enough and he’s not genuinely worried that he won’t have enough money to feed the kids if he goes to school- a hero nearly trips over Jordan and starts freaking out. He is so fucking done. 

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[galaxyinacup]

If you're taking requests, how about a Ranchers? 👉👈

Hi!! Funny you'd ask! I have been cooking this for like 3 days and got to finish it today!!!

Sorry if it's not what you had in mind, but I've been plagued by visions of Secret Life Ranchers for about a month now. My requests are always open btw!

Close ups under cut

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.