#wrench jr

[foreverreverie]

6/4 Fanarts from a while ago! These were lots of fun; some were suggested, and some were random dice rolls!

[goorehound]

Watch Dogs 2 - Robot Wars

some Wrench gifs from one of my favourite cutscenes. rest in peace wrench jr, u were a good robot

[blood-sucking-freaks]

[freakartack]

and who could forget dear ratboy

My popular opinion is that the koopalings are bowser's adopted children. My unpopular opinion is that they all aged up tiny kong style between the events of super mario world & new super mario bros wii and that bowser, suffering from empty-nest syndrome, wished for another baby turtle and soon got one courtesy of a very unfortunate stork. Junior's introduction to the koopalings was a little tense at first - particularly for Ludwig, whose unspoken assumption of succeeding the Koopa throne was immediately shattered - but once everyone got over themselves (including Ludwig, who never really wanted to rule anyway), Bowser Jr. was welcomed into the fold as yet another annoying baby brother.

Reasons bowser jr looks up to his siblings

Larry: knows all the shortcuts to wii games, helps him download secret cartoons without netflix

Morton: big teeth, physically impressive, nice to him

Wendy: highly aggressive demeanor to scare off potential adversaries

Iggy: scary as fuck, invents all kinds of crazy crap (inspired bowser jr to make the boss robots in super mario galaxies)

Roy: cool with the sunglasses, knows everything (i.e. if you ask him any question he will just make up an answer on the spot)

Lemmy: does not care at all what people think of him, gives good advice

Ludwig: "i don't know. he's kind of a nerd"

[angelxd-3303]

They're so precious to meeee!!

[avirxy]

oh look it’s the self sacrificing couple

[roadkill111]

my mice staring at the shadowy figure twitching, sobbing and cackling in front if a large glowing box at 3AM:

(i’m rereading crimson rivers)

[geelk]

We have Mikey!! Omg the new updates from @somerandomdudelmao are killing me but now I got to draw the next part of this little series! Cass I adore your story and I love all the uncles and Casey they are all so amazing😭

Uncle Mikey!

Enters the mix

Next

First Uncle

[lexithwrites]

Blue by Billie Eilish is about both Barty and Regulus I fear

[rainconfettis]

I have a beautiful DNDADs animatic of the song doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine with Terry Jr. and it will live in my head forever because I have no artistic talent.

[crimescrimson]

The Scorned Hacktivist Wrench in Watch_Dogs Legion: Bloodline (2021)

[loe-does-stuff]

TIMETINKER!

"Tick. Tick. Whirr... You hear the unmistakable sounds of working machinery from out of nowhere, before a glitch in the spacetime continuum appears in the air before your very eyes. Disbelief leads to shock as a small, giggling shadow appears from the disassembled circuitry of space-time , prompting nearby clocks to go haywire..."

[risetherivermoon]

writing smth terry related and i absolutely love writing about ron from his perspective, because this is so fun, i love angsty teens hes so angry

cannot believe these two end up having the best relationship out of all of the kid-dad relationships in this stupid podcast

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

[ellecdc]

Okie but I really would love more Barty x potter sibling reader it just makes me happy I don’t care if it’s smut fluff angst I will read whatever you write please👉🏻👈🏻

love these goofs so much, thanks for your request!

Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who feels really bad for manatees

CW: talking about how it's illegal to interact with manatees and how sad that is (read: it's fluff), fem!reader, reader has long enough hair to push behind her ear

It had taken a bit of coercion on James’ part to convince Regulus to join him up in Gryffindor tower tonight - and by coercion, I mean James batted his eyelashes dramatically and promised lots of cuddles and kisses for Regulus’ ‘trouble’ - but James was feeling quite chuffed as he and his now official boyfriend stepped through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room.

Those feelings of chuffedness quickly vanished when he spotted you cozied up in an armchair built for one with none other than Barty Crouch Junior. 

“Who would you rather she be with, James?” Regulus hissed at him, alerting James to the fact that he’d been grumbling aloud.

“Anyone.” He muttered petulantly.

Regulus scoffed in response. “Please; I hardly think you’d believe anyone good enough for your sister.”

James thought that Regulus was quite right. 

“I think you’re quite right.” He admitted aloud before starting towards the two of you. 

“James Fleamont Potter.” Regulus hissed as he grabbed James roughly by the sleeve. “You look at me right now.”

James wrenched his eyes away from you to look at Regulus’ fuming (though no less beautiful) eyes, dividing his attention between two of the people he loved the most in the whole world. 

“James Potter, boyfriend or not I will drown you in the Black Lake and leave you to the sodding squid if you go over there right now.”

James ripped his gaze from where Barty’s hand sat on your knee to look at his boyfriend scandalized. “You wouldn’t.”

“You know I would.” Regulus threatened promised. “Do not fuck around with the only love he receives.”

James fought the urge to whine as he turned his gaze back over to the two of you; you were speaking animatedly, gesticulating wildly as you lamented about something James would have absolutely told you to shut the fuck up about nearly 30 seconds in.

“You can see how much he worships her, Jamie. And I think you should feel grateful knowing that there is truly no one who would be as devoted to her as he is.”

James did whine petulantly at that, even perhaps embarrassingly stomping his foot a little bit, though he would deny it if you asked. “I hate it.”

“Tough.” Regulus said simply, pulling James over to a love seat near the fireplace; close enough to see and hear the two of you, but not close enough that the pair would alert either of you to their presence. “Just be quiet and watch.”

James made a dramatic gagging sound earning him a smack up the back of the head from his boyfriend, but he acquiesced and turned his attention back to the two of you.

You were curled up on Barty’s lap; your back resting against the arm of the chair and your feet tucked under Barty’s thigh that you weren’t currently perched on.

You regularly tried to shove your feet under people that you were sitting with because your feet were always cold; James knew this because he’d swatted at your legs enough times for doing it to him. Barty didn’t seem to mind much though.

He also didn’t seem to mind that you were holding one of his hands hostage in yours as you fiddled and played with the various rings adorning his hands, speaking a million miles a minute and hardly pausing to take a breath.

“I just think it’s so sad. I mean; they don’t know! They don’t know that it’s not safe for them to be around people, but I can’t help thinking; what if they think we’re ignoring them?!” You asked emphatically.

Barty’s eyebrows rose to mirror yours as he raised his free hand to push a lock of hair behind your ear that had fallen in your theatrics.

“It’s because they have no natural predators, you see.” You continued solemnly, earning you an ‘oh, really?’ from Barty. “Many people think that sharks or alligators may pose a threat to manatees; but the species peacefully coexist. So, you know, then all of a sudden there are these long noodly manatee things in the water and the manatees are just like ‘holy shit; that’s a weird looking manatee! I’ve never seen one of those before.’ And then they try to make friends or say hello, but it’s illegal for humans to touch them.”

“Illegal?” Barty queried. “To touch an animal begging you to touch it?”

“Exactly!” You agreed quite loudly, if you asked James. He watched though as Barty’s hand moved back down to your legs and brushed his thumb in soothing circles as he kept his attention dutifully on you. “So they’re asking for pets or saying hello and trying to make friends; and people have to just…keep swimming. I’m sure they believe we must be quite rude, always ignoring them like that.”

You sounded actually quite dejected at the thought; your face falling as you looked down at Barty’s hand in your lap.

“Do you think perhaps there are mermaids where the manatees live?” Barty asked, earning him an eager gasp from you as you seemed to remember something.

“That’s brilliant Barty.” You shouted; and though James expected a cocky expression to grace Barty’s face at being told he was right about something, it never came. In fact, his face remained dutifully lovesick. 

“Did you know that muggles used to believe manatees were actually mermaids or sirens during the late 15th century?”

Barty scoffed at that. “Well they’ve clearly never seen a mermaid before if they believe those sweet things resemble one.”

“Well yes, but I think muggles imagine mermaids differently. More just a beautiful lady living in the water, maybe with a tail; the beauty standards back then idealized curvy women.”

“Obviously, curvy birds are hot.”

“I know!” You agreed quickly. “I’m sure though that if we have mermaids in the sodding Black Lake, surely they have them in the America's?”

Barty was quickly nodding his head at you. “I’m sure I’ve read somewhere that they do, Princess.”

“Yeah?” You asked hopefully.

James watched as Barty’s face broke out in a soft grin as you met his eyes. “Would I ever lie to you?”

You shook your head in response and returned your gaze to your lap where you continued playing with his hand. 

“Maybe the mermaids are friends with the manatees? They look like they’d just love some belly rubs.” You mused.

“Perhaps someone just needs to tell the mermaids to tell the manatees that it’s for their own good.”

You looked back up at that. “Yeah?”

“They could be like our underwater owl; we just travel to…”

“Florida.” You offered for him.

“Florida and find some mermaids to deliver our message.”

You seemed to consider the idea before looking back at him. “I think you might have to do it alone.”

Barty tilted his head at you and squeezed your calf. “You wouldn’t want to come with me to swim with manatees and mermaids?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think I could; if a manatee approached me I would have to pet it and then the manatees would all die and it would be my fault.”

Barty hummed in understanding and brought one of his hands to your chin. “Okay, Princess; I’ll be your oceanic owl.”

“You’d do that for me?”

Barty gently pulled you by your chin to slot your lips together. “I would do anything for you.”

James, having had quite enough of seeing such sickening displays of love thank you very much, turned his very unimpressed glare to Regulus, who was already looking at him with one perfectly arched eyebrow. 

“That’s disgusting.” He grumbled indignantly. 

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t be a manatee’s owl for me? Don’t I deserve that?”

James scoffed derisively at that. “I think it’s very obvious I would; you’re the most deserving person I know!”

“Then doesn’t your sister deserve that too?” Regulus asked gently.

James’ eyes moved back over to where you were now tracing delicate shapes over Barty’s face with your forefinger, yet he still couldn’t seem to force his eyes away from lovingly gazing at you.

“Let me ask you this, Jamie.” Regulus asked, joining James in watching his friend and James’ sister from afar. “Do you think there’s a line you would draw when it comes to how far you’d go for me?”

“No!”

“No?”

“Of course not.” James insisted.

“So you’d kill your mother for me?”

What?

“What?” James asked dumbly.

Regulus smirked. “Would you kill your own mother for me?”

“Erm,”

“Jamie.”

“Yeah?”

“The answer is no; that’s the right answer.”

“Oh thank Godric.” James sighed, holding his head in his hands. 

“But Barty would; Barty would raze the entire fucking earth for Y/N.” Regulus continued. “And even if he wouldn’t,” He continued when James seemed to take issue with that. “How long would you have let her talk about manatees?”

James huffed and crossed his arms petulantly, even though he knew the answer. The answer was that he would have cut her off the second he realized she wasn’t talking about quidditch or pranks.

“She’s very loved, James. And he…” Regulus seemed to take an emotional breath as he watched his oldest friend take your hand and bring it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “You Potter’s love like no one else I’ve ever known, James.”

James turned his full attention to his boyfriend and took one of Regulus’ hands in both of his.

“You love loudly, and openly, and freely, and everyone around you is better for it. Barty most of all.” 

James let out a sigh and kissed Regulus’ knuckles. 

“Fine.” He relented in faux irritation. 

Regulus chuckled and pressed a shy kiss to James’ shoulder. “Don’t worry James, you Potter’s are in the protection of Slytherin’s now; we protect our own.”

And whether or not James particularly liked Barty, if there was one thing he knew to be true; no one would be able to mess with you with the likes of him around.

[papaya-twinks]

lando jr - l.n

Warnings: Fluff!

Pairing: Lando Norris x leclerc!fem!reader

Summary: (copy and pasted) I would like a request with Lando. The main character is the ister of charles leclerc and is in love with leo ( charles' dog ). she ask her boyfriend lando if she could have a dog similar to leo but he says no. So, she decide to surprise him ( at the Miami Grand Prix ) with a dog ( named Lando Jr ). Lando is not angry when he sees his "son" (Lando Jr) and think that he is his lucky charm.

A/N: @formula1-motogpfan

“Lando, please, look at Leo,” you pleaded with your boyfriend, hands clasped together, your brother’s dog perched on your lap. “If you like Leo so much, you can dogsit when Charles needs it,” you boyfriend grumbled, rolling his eyes at you. “Nuh uh! I want a dog, Lando!” you sniffed, pushing him with your hand as he shook his head with a laugh, his fingers wrapping round your wrist.

“Watch yourself, Leclerc,” he raised his eyebrows as you stuck your tongue out, trying to wrench your hand from his grasp. He didn’t even try to retaliate, sat with a cool gaze as he watched your shriek and wriggle. “Good luck, sis,” Charles smirked, scooping the dog off of your lap. “No, Leo!” you reached for the puppy - to no avail. “Fuck you both,” you slumped onto Lando’s chest, letting him hold you.

So, if neither your boyfriend or your brother was gonna get you a puppy, you’d take matters into your own hands. You were an independent woman, after all. So you did just that, adoption a small half German shepherd half golden retriever puppy called Lando. Funny - you hadn’t even named it, it was adopted and already called that. Your friend was kind enough to keep her for the Miami race week, considering she was coming with you and could say it was her dog. When you were gonna show Lando - you weren’t sure.

So what perfect time then when your boyfriend, probably full of adrenaline and over the moon, won his first formula one race. So you brought the puppy to the podium, Lando getting congratulated by the engineers. “Y/N, w-what is that a dog?” Lando’s eyes widened as the cameramen huddled around you two. “I wanted to surprise you,” you pouted at his horrified expression. “Does it have a name?” he asked slowly, still getting patted by engineers.

Grinning, you flipped the tag. “You named a dog after me?” he stifled his laughter. “He was already called that,” you grinned, your boyfriend rolling your eyes. “My girlfriends crazy and I love her,” Lando chuckled at the camera, scratching behind the ears of the puppy.