#what is their ship name... i like them... they are funny

[kpopgirliez]

Trending…?

AN: As promised, a fic of the HUNTRX and Saja Boys seeing the fan art. This is my first story published on Tumblr, so be kind. Requests are open

HUNTRX sat back stage, waiting for their turn to perform for the VMAs, Rumi adjusting her braid, Mira hitting the punching bag, while Zoey scrolled on her phone.

“I HATE ABS.” Mira fumed, punching harder, while the other girls stayed silent. Zoey’s giggle cut through the silent, and the others looked at her with mild confusion.

“What’s so funny?” Rumi asked, head tilted with confusion.

Zoey kept laughing, unresponsive, before turning the phone to them. “Our fans are so creative.” She said with another laugh, showing them the Miromabby fan art.

Mira scoffed, walking over to inspect it with an irritated look. “I’m gonna smash their fucking faces in.” She growled, and Zoey brought her phone back.

“That’s exactly how they were looking at you.” She giggled, zooming in on the boy’s love struck expression, and Rumi walked over, sitting next to Zoey and inspecting the art.

“Miro-mabby?” Rumi said slowly, reading the tag. “Honestly, I can picture it.” The purple haired girl grinned, as Zoey scrolled through more Miromabby art.

“They did Romance dirty with that hair…” Zoey giggled, and Mira finally sat next to them, leaning on Zoey’s shoulder to look.

“Even in the fan art Abby still looks like a total idiot.” She said, chuckling lightly, and Zoey grinned victoriously.

“Oh Rumi! Look, there’s some for you and Jinu!” Mira teased, and Rumi looked away blushing.

“Rujinu… You were playing footsies with the enemy?” Zoey questioned, laughing.

Jinu poked his head in through the door, followed by the rest of the Saja Boys, all peeking in like something out of a movie. “I heard you say my name.” Jinu said, before walking in confidently, sitting next to Rumi.

The other Saja Boys followed, with Abby helping Romance stand. “Fan art?” Baby asked judgementally, popping his lollipop out of his mouth just long enough to speak.

“Look!” Zoey said enthusiastically, unbothered by the demons surrounding her, as she scrolled back up to show him some Miromabby.

“Wow. Abby, look. You’ve been exposed.” Baby said, straight-faced, as Abby looked at the art before sitting next to Mira.

“Wow, those fans really see everything.” He said, confidence coming off of him in waves as he put his arm over Mira’s shoulder, ignoring the way she leaned away.

“Come on Mira, the fans are always right.” Romance said with a smile, sitting on the floor, leaning on Abby’s legs while he gazed at the pink haired girl.

“It’s not just me.” Mira complained, scrolling to the Rujinu art. Both Rumi and Jinu blushed, looking anywhere but the screen, and the others burst out laughing.

Rumi, still not looking at the screen, reached over and scrolled away from the art, onto the next one.

“Woah, Mystery, this one is us.” Zoey said, showing him, as he looked up from his place on the ground. Mystery stayed silent, but there was the faintest smile on his lips, before Zoey moved on, scrolling through the next.

They stayed like that, sitting around teasing each other over with ship was trending the most, almost forgetting that they were enemies.

“Hi girls! You’re on in- Oh, Saja Boys! Hi!” Bobby said happily, coming into the room, and HUNTRX smiled at him.

“Hi Bobby!” The Saja Boys all nodded in acknowledgment, and Bobby continued.

“Right, girls, you’re on in five minutes. Let’s do this thing!” The manager cheered, and the girls jumped up to go get ready.

[teddybearsandspaceships]

First Hermitcraft stream post Past Life episode 1, some fun talk about it, especially with Scar. Some notes about that conversation under the cut, ft. Cleo being the biggest Ethubs fan.

Cleo and Scar wonder that the other´s episodes were so long - were they not entertaining enough? (jokingly)

Scar tells Cleo about the Cabincore Boys in the hot tub. Cleo, coming very close: "I´m sorry, the what?" Scar enthusiastically tells them about his team. Cleo says that´s a really nice team for him, really trustworthy and solid. Sometimes he ended up playing the villain for an entire season. Scar: "Bdubs and Etho are gonna keep me straight, and Scott?" Cleo: Ah, mmm, doubtful. Um..." Scar: "Oh wait." Cleo, laughing: "Bdubs and Etho, keep you straight? Mm?" (Later claims they have to say it because chat expects them to.)

Cleo. "Etho is very trustworthy, even though he pretends he isn´t." Scott would lay down his life, most of the time, for his team. And Bdubs won´t turn on Etho - which means he´d turn on the rest of them first, if it comes to it. Scar understands that Bdubs would leave Scar and Scott to die to save Etho. Cleo: "And it will be really good entertaining content, but you will be dead."

Scar asks Cleo if they´ve burned anything down yet. Cleo says no but the losers are really begging for it. Thinks it´s about 50:50 if Joel will lift his team up or end up at their level and is hoping for the latter.

Cleo mentions how Pearl is always like "everyone around me is dying," doesn´t think she´ll have to worry about that this time.

Cleo and Scar agree they should have a gravestone for Mumbo and Lizzie in their absence.

(around 0:25) Scar invites Cleo to the hot tub. Cleo: "Chilling one block apart, obviously." Scar: "Of course." Cleo: "Except for Etho and Bdubs, obviously."

(around 0:35) Who´s the favorite to win? Cleo thinks Scott and Grian might try to win and are pretty good, but also thinks it´s Etho´s turn. Scar: "You think we should lay down our lives for Etho?" Cleo: "No I think you should lay down your life for Etho."

Scar: what if Bdubs does? Cleo: "... I can´t imagine... well, if Bdubs lays his life down for Etho, I can´t imagine Etho being okay. I think that´d break him, I think that´d be it."

What if Skizz or Jimmy win? Cleo: then the Life series is over, it´s never happening again.

Cleo expects Joel to get so frustrated with his team he has an "if the ship burns everything burns" moment. It's an easy team to get rid of because they're "anything for the bit" people.

Some discussion about how everyone is just going chaos mode. Cleo looks forward to lying to people. Scar asks but not to him, right? Cleo says only benign lies.

They meet up with Ren and Gem (as in, Scar and Cleo fly over, Scar kills Ren, Gem kills Scar.) Ren wanted reassurance from Gem that they´re allies and Gem said no because they´re villains. Though they´re not very good at it. Also not very enthused about the team name, Cleo wonders why they let Grian name things.

"I´m not interested in killing people, I am interested in ruining their day." - Cleo

"What´s with all the villainy?" "´cause it´s funny." "Where´s the happiness?" "It makes me happy." - Ren & Cleo

(and then more fun stuff including a group ghastketball game.)

[thealtoduck]

Illegal | Becoming a superhero even though you have no business to… (+ Garfield is your bf)

Garfield Logan x Male Reader

Teen Titans x Male Reader

Warnings: It’s just silly and unserious…

Summary: You and Gar start dating so he makes you his sidekick (and you just happen to have the personality of Lumpy Space Princess from adventure time)…

Y/s/n = You’re superhero name

(A/n: Uses the Teen Titans show team, but not set in the show universe. AND Dick has become Nightwing)

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• ”This is my sidekick, Y/n. Say ”Hi” Y/n” Gar introduced you to his teammates. ”Hey” you said simply.

• ”YOU got a sidekick?” Nightwing asked, just as confused as if Gar hadn’t told him that just seconds earlier.

• ”Yeah, we met at the movies” Gar said happily. ”We’re also boyfriends” you added. Gar nodded excitedly at your statement. The rest of the team still seemed very confused.

• ”What can you do?” Starfire asked. Honestly you had no idea yourself, Gar had just asked you to be his sidekick and not told you much more than that. ”Uhmm… What can I do?” you asked and turned to Gar.

• ”Well… we haven’t really figured that out yet” Gar admitted to the rest of the team.

• ”Gar, this is ridiculous, we’re not bringing an unarmed civilian in to battle” Nightwing said seriously.

• ”I’m not unarmed, I have this” you said taking a taser out of you pocket.

——

• They let you stay on the Titans more as an honorary member. As long as you stayed out of their way on missions, which you happily did.

• Your hero costume literally only consists of a mask and whatever outfit you decided on that day.

• While the rest of the Titans were fighting the enemy you’d be answering phone calls like ”Hey… Yeah, we’re fighting bad guys right now but I can talk”.

• You didn’t keep your superhero activities hidden from your friends, so after being captured by a villain and then saved by the Titans, you’d be on the phone with them like ”He like kidnapped me and yeah, it was so extra… Anyways, what were you guys up to today?”

• You’d also have a really big unserious twitter fandom who love to use footage of you just standing around while your teammates are trying to save lives, you were like the ”Go boy, give us nothing” of superheroes.

• The ”Y/s/n x Beast Boy” ship would also be VERY popular online.

• Though you weren’t completely useless to the team. Cyborg upgraded your taser until it was strong enough to take down a bear. So if any bad guy got to close to you- ZAP!

• You were also the healer on the team = you just had a small first aid kit in your backpack. And hand sanitizer. You also had some protein bars incase anyone got hungry.

• You’d also talk to the press while the others were superhero-ing:

• ”So Y/s/n, can you tell us what is going on here on this day?” A reporter would ask.

• ”Well as you can see that ugly looking baby and his crusty teammates are terrorizing the city… and you know that’s just not okay”

• ”Do you think your team will be able to stop them?”

• ”Uhm… I think so… *turns to check on his own teammates* Yeah, they seem to be doing fine”

——

• While the team wasn’t completely sold on you at first you quickly grew on all of them.

• You were pretty adaptable to whatever their interests were, you could easily play video games with Victor and then go and meditate with Rachel.

• You and Kori would tan on top of the Titans tower together. You and Dick would work on your glutes together.

• You even got your own room in the Titans tower. Dick would have his older brother instincts kick in and he’d tell you and Gar to keep your bedroom doors open so no ”funny business” would happen.

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• And one time when they got captured you were the one to save the day… sort of…

• They got captured by Doctor Light. You weren’t tho, you had been busy (ordering at subway). So it was up to you to find a way to save them.

• So there you were looking through the Titans computer for anything that could help you. Which is how you eventually found an emergency contact to the Batcave. So you called it…

• ”Dick, is that you?” you said being met with the face (and cowl) of Batman.

• ”Hi. No, this is Y/n, his teammate. I’m Garfield’s boyfriend and sidekick. We haven’t met before” you introduced yourself.

• ”This is an emergency line only” he stated.

• ”Well duh, why do you think I called? You’re not exactly known for being pleasant company” you sassed. Before he could hang up you started explaining he and the others got captured by Doctor Light.

• You ended up taking a selfie in the Batmobile as Batman came and picked you up.

• Fast forward to Batman beating the the shit out of Doctor Light while you were jamming out to your playlist and chewing bubble gum while also trying to free the others from their restraints.

• After saving the team you bought the team and Batman fast food to celebrate their rescue. Doctor Light got a kid’s meal.

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• So you might not be a good superhero, you might not be a powerful superhero, in fact you were quite terrible at at being a hero at all… But at least you ranked number 6 on ”Top 20 Male Superheroes everyone wants to sleep with”.

• And no matter what Gar absolutely adored his sidekick/boyfriend no matter how terrible he was at his job.

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[vomiting-technicolor-out-here]

Here is what I’ve learned about deltarune as someone who’s only exposure to it is the art I’ve reposted:

Spamton and Tv guy is weirdly cannon, or at least heavily implied

Very few people actually like spamton

susie is like.. considered a lesbian but not but is

Susie and (I think Kris??) are 100% shipped, and sometimes with that deer girl

nerds are everywhere

kris hates the soul thing with them

kris will kill the soul thing with them if it didn’t kill them too (probably)

tv guy is paternal in a weird way

lore toxic old man yaoi

Susie is illiterate.. I think

i really hope the purple crocodile girl is named Susie

Tv guy is canonically a not girl/girl dad

Kris is both a coward and a criminal (positive)

lore nontoxic yuri (+ nonbinary blue child)

truama is funny

susie orphan but make it baller

this WILL make you sad

what the fuck are pipis and why do they make me laugh

[panlight]

i find the way the volturi show up to be kind of hilarious and i have so many questions about it. like i’m sure it’s another classic case of smeyer not thinking it through beyond the surface aesthetic but two books in a row they just kind of drift out of the woods in long cloaks and robes and then drift away again once they’re done villain monologuing. how did they get there. did they take a plane in the cloaks? did they swim the ocean in the cloaks? why are the cloaks so pristine did they not walk/vampire speed run through the woods before the dramatic entrance?

We had a joke that they came in a hot air balloon and what's why it took them so long in Breaking Dawn.

(The Cullens had time to travel around the world and track down friends in Ireland and Egypt and come home before the Volturi even showed up).

I think in the guide it says they have a plane but it's just way funnier to imagine some What We Do in the Shadows sort of nonsense where they're flying on a commercial plane, floating down the aisles in their cloaks. Someone asks if Jane needs help getting her luggage into the overhead compartment and then keels over in pain. Their passports are forged with random Italian names and terrible pictures.

Them coming on a ship would also be funny. Maybe a missed opportunity for Heidi, "You've won a FREE CRUISE!!! No one will eat you I promise."

But yeah I think SM thinks they flew their private plane. But like, did they do it all legally? Or did they just like fly it and land in the middle of nowhere? Do they own airports around the world? Who flies it? Do they hire someone or is someone a pilot?

[ylceon]

special cookies

[soullessseraphim]

May I offer you silly clueless sharks in these trying times?

Sidon came to appreciate Oceanus as an individual so now to greet him he nuzzles him

companion and courtship prompt ?

[laurellala-comics]

A Shakespearean comedy of errors

bonus:

[quadrantadvisor]

Pairing Off, in which the Waynes meet the Fentons, just not all at once. 2,443 words

-

Damian feels less than positively about the new girl in his grade.

Danielle Fenton has already garnered a bit of a reputation. Her uniform is clearly second hand, and rumors abound about whether she has joined them at Gotham Academy on a merit scholarship or as “one of Wayne's charity cases.” Neither is true; Father has offered no fiscal support to the Fentons, and yet both she and her older brother attend the Academy, leading Damian to believe they've somehow paid their own way.

Her lower class status and midwestern accent ought to make Fenton a target, but her response to being cornered or talked down to by other students was an unsettling combination of cheerful and aggressive. She is now mostly left to her own devices, despite her notoriety. 

Damian has no interest in the girl. While it is true that she excels in both mathematics and social studies, her performance in English and science are unremarkable, and she poses no challenge to his rank at the top of the class. If he finds himself pushing harder in certain classes this semester in order to maintain the edge, it's no one else's business.

Now if only she would leave him alone.

Damian preemptively slams his sketchbook shut, just as a brash, inconsiderate, annoying girl hops up to sit on his desk. “Hey Dami, what're you drawing?”

“It is none of your business,” Damian seethes. “Remove yourself from my personal space before I-” he isn't allowed to threaten classmates with bodily harm, imply that he has brought weapons to school, or use words that are derogatory to women “-do so myself. By force.” He would avoid her altogether if he could, but Fenton is annoyingly (suspiciously) sneaky. He can only ever seem to sense her when she's just about on top of him.

Fenton merely laughs, high, bright, and joyful, and Damian grits his teeth. “Did you draw me yet?” she asks, and doesn't move an inch.

“No, I have not drawn you. I never said I would, and I have no plans to. Stop asking me.”

She shrugs and kicks her feet. “Maybe you'll change your mind. Can I see what you're working on?”

Damian pulls the sketchbook a tad bit closer to himself (a protective reflex that shows his weakness, he should be better than that by now.) “Never, imbecile.”

Fenton sticks her tongue out at him like a child. “Mean,” she says, still smiling. “I wanna see your art. It's so good!”

Damian tilts his nose up at her. “Of course it is, plebeian, I have standards-” he starts, but is cut off by the teacher entering. Fenton slides off his desk and heads to her own seat. Damian stows his sketchbook in his bag and tries not to think of the unfinished work inside, featuring a girl with dark hair, light eyes, and a mischievous grin.

-

There's this brownstone on the outskirts of Crime Alley, an old townhouse recently converted into commercial space. There's a coffee shop on street level, a tattoo parlor down the stairs, some sorta wine emporium on the second floor, and on the third, a little second hand bookshop

It's outside the border of Jason's territory, but he feels sorta responsible for it, given that he frequents the place.

It's a little out of his way, but the atmosphere is nice, alright? Clean, with soft lighting, but not sterile or corporate like the bigger places downtown. The owners are an older couple who Jason has met a couple of times, and they seem pretty happy with the new location. They're collectors, really, who run the shop to make ends meet.

Mostly, Jason talks to their employee. Jazz.

Jazz works in the afternoons and evenings, after her classes. She goes to Gotham U, double majoring in pre-med and psych, on top of a full time job, because she's almost as insane as a bat. She assures Jason that she does alright, gets a little downtime to study on her shifts.

She always makes time to talk to Jason.

Jazz is an interesting person to talk books with. She cares less about plot and literary themes, and more about diagnosing every character with their own personal malady of the mind. She dissects their thought processes and behaviors, ruthless in her analysis.

She's gonna be a brain surgeon someday, open people up and see what really makes them tick. Jason doesn't doubt it for a second.

So maybe Jason is a little bit in love with her.

It's not a big deal. Obviously it's not going anywhere. It's just nice to have something normal, to talk to someone normal, about normal stuff like books and college and sibling antics.

Jazz's stories about her sibling, Danny, rival Jason's own, and his family is fucking disastrous. Jason isn't actually sure if Dan is older or younger than Jazz is, or, for that matter, what pronouns he should use for them, since Jazz mixes it up pretty regularly. He knows that Jazz absolutely adores them, though, and it's heartwarming, the way she smiles as she talks.

All of that to explain why Red Hood is keeping an eye on a brownstone that technically falls outside of his territory.

There's a girl inside that he needs to keep safe.

-

“Hey bud, late night?” Dick asks the man lying prone in an alley, a block away from the Iceberg Lounge.

The response is slurred with sleep and muffled by a cheek pressed hard into asphalt. “S'at you, Dick?”

“Sure is. We've got to stop meeting like this,” Dick tells him, and means it.

The guy's name is Dan. No last name offered, which was fair, since Dick hasn't mentioned his.

What was weird was that Dan didn't give Penguin his last name, either, when he signed his employment contract. Just Dan.

Penguin has been trying to expand his influence into Bludhaven, and Dick's been trying to figure out why. Cobblepot is a very Gotham sort of gangster, all wrapped up in the city's ideas of style and respectability; Dick honestly would've thought that Blud was beneath him. He needs to figure out who he's contacting and what they're offering him, and he needs to do it before Penguin can get a foothold on his turf.

Running into Dan was a side effect. Dick didn't mean to keep doing it. It's just that Dan has this weird habit of completely disregarding trivial concerns such as his own health and safety, and doing weird shit like, as a random example, getting tired, laying down, and passing out. In the middle of the street. In Gotham.

The main part of Dan's job seems to be bouncing at the club. It makes sense—if you wanted to hire a guy as muscle, you couldn't do much better than Dan. He's at least 6 and a half feet tall, with a chest wider than Jason's. 

But Dick has also seen Dan traveling with Penguin before. Add in the fact that it's almost impossible to dig up info on him, and that tailing him is somehow even harder, and a picture starts to come together. A very vague, very suspicious picture.

It's too bad that Dick sort of likes him, and that he's incredibly hot.

Dan has removed his face from the alley floor, and is in the process of pushing himself up. “Not your business, man,” he retorts. “What are you, a cop?”

Dick can't help a wry chuckle at that. “Not anymore.”

“No shit?” Dan asks, hauling himself to his feet. He towers over Dick like that, but it's hard to be intimidated by a man whose cheek is red and pockmarked by little bits of gravel. Dick is legitimately embarrassed that he finds it charming. He needs to get better taste in men. “Yeah, no, that makes sense,” Dan continues, looking Dick up and down. “No way they could keep your ass on the force.”

“Oh yeah?” Dick asks.

Dan snorts. “I can smell the idealism on you from here.” He starts walking, heading straight past Dick, who falls into step beside him. “You remind me of this kid I know.”

Dick gives an interested hum, hoping that if he doesn't interrupt, Dan will elaborate, but no dice.

“So, where're you taking me this time?” the big man asks, still leading, and Dick stifles a grin at how silly the whole thing is.

“Maybe if I take you out for coffee, you won't faceplant onto any more concrete,” he says, reaching up to brush off some of the little rocks. Dan stutters to a stop as Dick touches his cheek, letting him, then strides off again as soon as he's done.

“Don't care, as long as you're paying.”

Dick stops him with a tug to his arm. “Coffee shop's this way,” he explains, pointing, and Dan doesn't hesitate, pivoting to take the lead once again. Dick rushes to keep up with his not-date, a criminal who he literally picked up off the street and who has no idea where he's going. He can't see his own smile, but he knows from experience that it is both delighted and a little manic. He admits to himself, begrudgingly, that he likes his men with something wrong with them.

-

The biggest reason that Tim played so much Doomed with Ghost_Boy, a couple of years ago, was that they were the only player he knew who kept hours as weird as his were. There were worse reasons to form a friendship. Ghost_Boy was a great player, and was always funny in chat. They were upbeat when things went well, and they were sarcastic but not bitter when things went poorly. Playing for the game's sake eventually changed to booting up the game to hang out with Ghost_Boy. They talked about how different their lives were, with Ghost_Boy in the midwest and Tim in the crime capital of America, and they talked about the things they had in common, like falling asleep in class. It was Tim's favorite form of stress relief, back then, when being Robin was new and overwhelming.

Then Tim got busy. No, that wasn't true—Tim had always been busy. More like, Tim's life fell to shambles, over and over again, and he stopped making time for stress relief when the very concept seemed out of his reach.

That was over dramatic. Tim fell off the game, and didn't keep in contact with his friend. That's all there was to it.

That was all there was to it, until a few nights ago, when he booted up his old Doomed file for nostalgia's sake and found a message from Ghost_Boy, sent a couple months back, that said he was planning to move to Gotham and, if Tim wanted, he'd be happy to meet up.

Tim immediately replied in the affirmative, and then he freaked out that he'd done that and started cyber stalking the guy. He couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be embarrassed by this behavior. He knew who he was.

Daniel Fenton was, in fact, a real teenager from a real midwestern town (Amity Park, Illinois.) He had moved to Gotham right when his message said he would, and lived with his older sister, Jasmine (who had custody over him,) and his younger sister, Danielle.

And that was where Tim was planning to stop his research, for the sake of his friend's privacy. Once he confirmed that he wasn't being catfished by either a supervillain or a run-of-the-mill creep, he was going to stop looking.

But Danielle Fenton's situation was incredibly weird.

Apparently, she had never lived with Daniel, Jasmine, and their parents before. Instead, after she was born, she'd been adopted by the kids’ godfather, eccentric billionaire Vlad Masters, and he was still her legal guardian. It was only after the Doctors Jack and Madeline died that she moved in with her siblings and started attending Gotham Academy, states away from her adoptive parent.

Vlad Masters was a man of eclectic tastes. The stories about him in the news were always covering some weird investment he had made, like purchasing a cheese castle in Wisconsin, or buying up property in Green Bay just to have a stake in the Packers, or pouring money into experimental forms of alternative energy. He was always refined in his public appearances, but he had the desperate edge of new money wanting to fit in with the old. Tim knew of him, but had never given him much thought before. He'd never made a move into Gotham, after all.

But the whole story was bizarre. Masters had gone to college with the Fentons, the three of them creating their own field of study in “Ectology,” before Masters had been contaminated in a lab accident, bedridden and unable to finish his degree. Jack and Maddie had continued their research, garnering just enough interest in their work to receive the funding needed to keep afloat, until some sort of breakthrough a few years ago added validity to their theories. They were practically celebrities in the niche forums Tim skimmed through. Masters, meanwhile, stopped working directly in the sciences and instead turned to networking, gaining some generous help from the friends he made and playing the stock market like a fiddle, until he was one of the most well known and lucrative investors in the world. He owned a few companies publicly, and managed some others under the table (Tim had to snort at the ridiculous naming of Dalv Co.) 

And then the Fentons had kids, and they raised two of them (seemingly quite happily, if the photos on their memorialized facebook accounts meant anything.) And then, for some reason, they named the third one nearly identically to their second child and gave her straight to Vlad. Masters raised the girl in Wisconsin, until suddenly relocating to Amity Park and becoming the town's mayor. There he stayed, until the Fenton's recent passing in a lab accident of their own.

Tim doesn't know what it all adds up to. But there was something going on, with both Vlad Masters and the Fentons, and if there's something nefarious in Masters’ actions or his wealth, it could be entirely possible that Daniel was a plant—a way for him to get an in with the Waynes. Tim has to be cautious, and he has to get to the bottom of this.

That's why Tim is waiting in a coffee shop, pretending to be engrossed in his laptop while keeping an eye on the door, waiting for the appearance of a teen with black hair and blue eyes.

Tim idly thinks that Bruce had better not adopt this one.

[monkeychief1904]

AU/fic where Soundwave secretly loves human music so he sneaks out of the Decepticon base in holoform to check out cool bands and clubs to hear more music. Blaster also likes going to clubs in holoform to lay low, and the two run into each other. Shenanigans ensue as they become really close friends as humans, both trying really hard not to let the other find out they're actually a giant alien robot.

Bonus: heres the graffiti they drew

[epicfirestormer]

(holds all three in my hands) I just think they're neat

[francy-sketches]

sorry I got posessed by the wattpad demon I'm normal now (lying)

+alt version that didnt fit the #aesthetic but it better represents my #vision of them ^_^ hashtag couplegoals

[giddlygoat]

mario + peach is such a good ship istg they’re so good. straight ship so good it feels gay

[a-stars-art-blog]

🎸🦈

Sooo…KlavRyan/KlavDar/DaryKlav????

[infriga]

I've been reading the translated novel version of S-Classes That I Raised, and I remember when I was first reading the webcomic version I was curious about why the ship with Yoojin and Hyunjae was so much more popular than any other ship, since I hadn't gotten very far in yet. I get it now. They won't stop fucking flirting with each other every time they're close enough to exchange words.

[sweeteastart]

Day 4 Roadtrip !!

I'm back on track with the fourth day of this week ! I blacked out during it and now there's ravioli but also Hilda and Fable didn't do their design for nothing

Also I was way too sad that I couldn't do the modern prompt for day 3 so they are in modern clothes/environment!!

Closeups under the cut