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Babytorre (baby clone au) Headcanons!
-He really loves shiny things. Give him shinies and you will never see them again.
-Big baby eyes. Just big puppy eyes and you will not be able to resist. He's very persuasive.
-Must have bubble bath. This is not optional.
-He can't sleep by himself so he goes and sneaks into bed with Pants. Pants pretends not to notice, but he's a very light sleeper and having an extra body in the bed is very noticeable.
-He loves sweet things. Dottore will never admit to loving sweet things, but his baby self is not subtle. Babytorre especially loves strawberries, he would do anything for them.
-Overall very helpful. Whenever he's not doing anything, he will organize or offer help. He's just weirdly wholesome, for a clone of a psychopath. He likes putting things in very neat lines, and if they get disturbed (even intentionally), he will just put them back as many times as he has to.
-He likes having people read to him. It's not that he can't read, he just likes the voices and being able to sit next to them (or in their lap, if he's lucky). He's very particular about the voices, and will only let Dottore read the Princess and the Pea to him because he's the only one who can do the shrill princess voice. No one else can do it the same.
-Curly hair. Just little baby curls. It's a little long, as no one's taken the time to trim it in a while, and it usually obscures one eye. Pantalone had it trimmed so he could actually see, to which Babytorre then proceeded to cry because he could actually see light.
-He falls asleep on Dottore all the time. It's annoying, but the Doctor just accepts his fate, else he get bodied by the ominous Regrator. Babytorre has no idea the whole time.
-He steals coats. Even when he has his own, he likes the big coats, and Pantalone's wardrobe keeps shrinking, a colossal feat given how many pairs of clothes this man has. The stash has yet to be found, but it's been right in front of their faces the whole time, under the bed.
-He is scared of Tartaglia. The man literally scares him. He started crying when they left him with Tartaglia for an hour, and he was still crying when they got back (they warm up to each other eventually though).
-Babytorre has a thing for hiding in people's coats or hiding behind them. He's just smol and scared of new people, for meetings he usually just hides in Pantalone's coat and peeks out every once and a while. After learning that Pierro has an even bigger coat, he now lives there.
-He sometimes hangs out with the other harbingers if Pants is busy, usually Sandrone or Capitano. He likes how quiet they are.
-He hears the word "fuck" a lot. He suspects it's a sacred word because Tartaglia shushed him the last time he said it. But he's not sure.
-He hates the clown looking clone. So much. He literally passed out the last time they saw each other, he was that afraid. He sometimes has nightmares about the other's face and can't stop crying until Pants gives him something to drink and comforts him.
-Whenever he's happy, he hums a particular song, which no one recognizes. He doesn't even know it himself, but Dottore does.
Basically just Dottore if he didn't go to the dark side.
I’m just imagining Pantalone and Pierros’ coats like that one Batman thing where the batkids will hide in the cape no matter how big they are
Did we all think the same thing?
Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)
No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card
Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand
Bruce: State your name and purpose.
Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!
Bruce: Your Robin?
Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!
Tim, waves: Hey Bruce
Bruce: Approved, you may enter
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan
Bruce: Your Robin?
Hal: I.... don't have one?
Bruce: Denied
Hal: What?! But-
Bruce: Denied.
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Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?
Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!
Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.
Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man
Wally: Blame Bruce.
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue
Bruce: Robin?
Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?
Bruce:.....yes
Lohen 🔪
Lohen 🔪
Exact context of this scene btw
that au wehere ilyukhina and yao dont die and everyone is a bit more happymaybe? a bit sillier?
In Oxenfurt there is a sacred tradition, which no one dares encroach upon: no one can be arrested during a theatre performance. And the scholars of Oxenfurt, for all their learning, are a dramatic, suspicious sort, and so the law stands. It's been taken advantage of by many a drunk and disorderly student, taking refuge in the audience of the Grand Theatre to evade the guard, until inevitably, the curtain falls and their reprieve is over.
When they come to arrest Professor Pankrantz, his students won't have it. He had come back to them quiet and broken this winter, more careless with his dissent, more bold in his defiance. He did not seem to care when the warrant was put out for his arrest, as an elvish sympathizer, a sodomite, and a conspirator against Nilfgaard.
"He knows the White Wolf will save him. He always does." Essi had said with false confidence, but the weeks pass and the university's protection wanes and the White Wolf does not come.
"He's not coming." Adrien whispers, hunched over his songbook. "We must do something."
"We will," Essi responds.
When he hears the guards outside his office, Jaskier puts down his quill for the last time. He swings open the door.
"Gentlemen!" He says. The armored faces are featureless, unmoving. "How would you like me?" They grab and cuff him hard across the head, then frogmarch him down the hall. His head rings like a great bell tolling the hour. He can feel the blood trickling out his ear.
There is a great crash, and a scuffle, and a large hand grabs him by the elbow. "Geralt." He whispers.
But it's not. Jeremiah smiles awkwardly, and holds his dented tuba in one hand. "I used to be a blacksmith before this." The quiet youth says. "Never thought it would come in handy again."
"My dear boy." Jaskier says as he's pulled along. "You shouldn't have. You saved my life."
"Your tutoring saved mine during finals. I think we're even, Professor."
Jaskier is hurried in through the backstage door, crowded with students carrying instruments, costumes, sheet music, and props. They all part way to let him through. "Top box, Professor." Essi says, hurrying him. "We saved it just for you."
He sits down, bewildered, as the guards shout outside and the orchestra tunes frantically. The curtain opens just as the guards make it into the auditorium. Everything hushes in that special breath before a show.
Essi steps on stage.
"Thank you and welcome to the members of the Oxenfurt Academy faculty, staff, and student body who have come to support this performance," she says. "We'd also like to welcome representatives of various law enforcement communities who have chosen to join us in the Academy Grand Theatre tonight. In the spirit of the arts, leave all discord at the door, and please enjoy this special performance by the students of Oxenfurt - 'The Adversities of Loving', a tribute to the life and works of Professor Julian Alfred Pankrantz."
She bows. The audience applauds. The play begins.
i dunno i think they like each other
they’re married your honor
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"what yaoi, question?"
“A truly 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 sight.” Part: 2
Jabber spun around in zanka’s chair. Giggling when he got a little too dizzy, but he wasn’t bugging zanka like he usually was. infact he was doing everything other then what he usually did. He was somewhat behaved. not even his usual flirting.
Zanka’s fingers tapped against Lovely assistaff, a sign of irritation. his thoughts drifted to the fight from before. exactly what went wrong during the fight, breaking down in his mind what he should’ve done vs what he shouldn’t have done. his eyebrows furrowed at the reminder of him losing. when his shoulder was struck by the enemy. Nearly sliced completely..would’ve probably killed him if it weren’t for Eishia, but that didn’t help.
“-ka? Zankaa!!” he was snapped out of his train of thought when jabber snapped his fingers in his face. “My man, what’s got you so quiet? It’s so weird seein’ you without yer bad attitude!” Jabber commented, half whine half question. his eyes staying locked on zanka’s shoulder for a moment. “And yer tense.”
“I’m just tired, yer ass arrived at midnight what’d you expect?” Zanka snapped back, his hand pushing jabber away by the face. He expected the man to laugh, tease him. Maybe a “there’s the Mr. Bad attitude!”
But he got silence instead.
“…s’it gotta do with yer shoulder? Ms, reception baddie told me not to fuck with you ‘cause you injured yourself or sumthin.” jabber jabbed at zanka’s shoulder. Noting the flinch.
“Her name is semiu, don’t call her that.” Zanka snarled. pushing jabber’s hand away from his shoulder.
“Your deflectinggg~” jabber commented, getting closer as if inspecting him. “you look like you haven’t eaten, your quiet and when you aren’t you just yell at me. Also your eyes are a lil’ puffy.” Zanka tensed, biting the inside of his cheek and looking away.
“Wanna talk abouttt ittt?” jabber grabbed the spinny chair and sitting in front of zanka, zanka’s eyebrow raised at that. Jabber always sat on zanka’s bed. Even when he yelled at him for it.
“Yer being weird..is this a trap or sumthin’..?” Zanka narrowed his eyes in suspicion, jabber blinked. Before grinning.
“Aww, you miss clingy me?” Jabber teased, leaning a little to far off the chair to pinch zanka’s cheek. Zanka’s annoyance grew and he chomped on jabber’s finger hard. “Owchie—!” Jabber whined, instinctively snapping his hand back, “do that again.” Jabber asked, putting his finger up infront of zanka’s mouth.
“Freak..” zanka smacked jabber’s hand away, despite his sharp words he’s more calm then before.
“Only for you babygirl” jabber raised his eyebrows.
Zanka snorted— clamping a hand over his face, he held in the laugh, trying to regain his posture. “Dude don’t fucking call me that—“
“But you laughed! See? I’m funny.” Jabber announced. Getting closer.
“Shut yer trap I didn’t laugh.” Zanka replied, stubbornly crossing his arms. “Even if I did it’s ’cause I laughed AT you not wit’you—“
“Ima touch ya.” Jabber interrupted with a way-too innocent look.
“I beg your finest flying fucking pardon?” Zanka replied.
Jabber snickered and purposefully leaned too far off the chair, making the chair tip over and fall. Jabber fell right ontop of zanka. “Hey seggsy.” Jabber teased.
“DUDE GET THE FUCK OFF M—“ zanka froze when he saw a figure peering through the cracked open door. He pushed jabber off “Hey—!“ zanka got up and scurried towards the door and peered out.
No one.
“Jabber did you—“
“See the weird guy watching us two seconds ago? Yep.” Jabber replied, zanka panicked.
“Did you see who it was!? What if it was enjin!” Zanka rapidly approached jabber and shook his shoulders furiously. “Was it enjin!?”
“Uhh..nah I don’t think so..enjin’s got short hair right? That guy had longer hair than em.” Jabber shrugged, zanka sighed, slightly relieved.
“That doesn’t help entirely.. multiple people here have long hair.” Zanka let jabber go, running his hand through his hair. “But semiu, Corvus, and shikage don’t have long hair.. it was another cleaner. What if they tell everyone else!? they’ll think I’m a traitor— enjin would be so disgusted with me..” Zanka stressed. jabber blinked. “Why’you so afraid of enjin knowing? If he’s that great of a person like you keep sayin’ then he’ll probably still support you right?” Jabber questioned.
“He is a great person! But it’s just..” zanka trailed off. Before finishing. “He was the one who saved me..he’s the closest I have to a father figure and he doesn’t like you..all he’s seen from you is hurting the people he cares about and me.” Zanka continued his yappin.
“Zan..—“ jabber tried, only to be interrupted by the still-panicking zanka.
“What if they tell everyone..what would Riyo think? She HATES you..she literally shot you! They’d be so disappointed in me— oh my god what if enjin tells Kyouka..” zanka’s eyes widened at that thought.
“Wait who’s that?” Jabber questioned, sitting down beside zanka to remind him of his presence there.
“..my sister. She’s my sister.” Zanka answered, suddenly even more panicked. “You..you need to leave right now..that cleaner probably got the other cleaners to come over here— if Kyouka knows about you..she’ll..” zanka trailed off and stood up trying to shoo jabber out through the window—
“Zanka yer keepin’ things from me.” Zanka froze, Jabber’s voice sounded more calm then zanka had ever heard it. He wasn’t smiling. He was tenser than a wall.
“Why do you seem so scared of this Kyouka woman? Why won’t you tell me your last name? Why have you never mentioned them in the past?” Jabber questioned, approaching zanka and cornering him against the wall.
“Why are you keeping things from me?” Jabber finished the questions with that. Zanka’s expression of distress deepened, he pursed his lips. His gaze dropped as he remembered what Kyouka said.
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“Raiders are incompetent, goka. do not hold back and gather as much information as you can, do you understand me?” Kyouka’s voice echoed through the halls of the nijiku estate, zanka sat eating at the table. Silently listening to the conversation. They had captured a raider to get information on the crimes of the organization. Of course..via torture.
“Understood.” Goka responded, his pupiless eyes locked onto the room the raider was kept in. He turned the doorknob—
“Break his vital instrument if need be.” Kyouka spoke with a detached voice that never failed to scare zanka.
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Zanka suddenly felt his breathing stop, his gaze dropped to mankira’s stunning, beautifully cared for rings.
She’ll break Mankira.
That’s what she’d do.
“Jabber listen to me..” zanka tried, suddenly feeling his heart beat faster then before.
“Not until you tell me everythin’ you’ve been keeping from me.” zanka pursed his lips at that. “You don’t get it..” zanka murmured. “I-I’ll tell you just..” zanka trailed off, everything was suddenly too much. His failure. The pain in his shoulder. Jabber’s presence. The fact someone saw. The thought of the hell guard taking jabber away. His own heart beat. He brought his hand up to his face and covered it. He felt his eyes water. and his breathing turn heavy, like something was jammed in his throat. he bit his tongue, trying to keep himself from crying.
“…zan-zan?” Jabber peeled zanka’s hands away from his face. “Why you cryin? Crying is weird.” Jabber got really close and straight up just licked zanka’s face.
Zanka pushed jabber away from him. “Just get out already..” zanka damanded, Jabber’s smile faded slightly. But he stepped back.
Zanka felt a pang of guilt. But he shoved it down, sitting back down on the bed expecting jabber to leave, he was unfortunately, very wrong. (fortunately)
Jabber pounced on zanka, ignored the startled shaky gasp that escaped him and slid his hands around zanka’s toothpick tiny wai— sorry. around zanka’s waist, his hands squeezing slightly before relaxing in the grip, jabber was grinning again.
“..lemme go.” Zanka whispered. His voice coming out shakier than he intended.
“Mm..Nuh uh.” Jabber replied. “Not til’ you tell me why yer so upset r’now.” Jabber finished off.
Zanka pursed his lips, biting the inside of his cheek again, “stop it..” zanka whispered.
“Stop what?”
“Making me wanna cry.” Zanka’s head fell onto Jabber’s shoulder. Little hiccuped sobs crawling through his throat and out his mouth. Jabber held tighter. Zanka cried harder.
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The morning after that night was the same as serveral others, despite the fact it should’ve been strange to zanka when jabber snuck in..it was a regular occurrence. so it simply didn’t seem out of the ordinary, unfortunately for him..that night would start the beginning of him losing his ever-loving mind.
Because someone saw what happened,
And the worse part was that zanka didn’t know who.
Zanka blinked his eyes open slowly, grimacing at the bright light of the sun through the window. his body slowly registering the warmth behind him as his hand tightened around something hard and familiar— (get your mind out of the gutter.) Lovely assistaff.
He smiled for a moment, before the events of the night before crashed through his mind. The person, the crying, the comforting, all of it.
He felt the hand around his waist shift slightly. Pulling him closer. Zanka peered an eye at the sleeping form next to him, his eyes softened at how warm Jabber’s expression was when he was sleeping. he shifted to look at the time— 6: AM, good..no one was usually awake until 9. Or 10. zanka relaxed, rolling over as quietly as he could to not wake jabber, he curled himself into Jabber’s figure, his head resting under Jabber’s chin, his hand hesitating before coming up to pull jabber closer.
He heard a chuckle.
Zanka snapped his head back to see a fully awake jabber staring back at him. “How long have you been awake!?”
“Long enough to witness all that cutie patootie stuff you just pulled!” Jabber pulled the snarling man closer to him again, “go back to sleep though. Still early.” Jabber murmured.
“Hell no. Go fuck yerself.” Zanka replied, despite the fact he was already relaxing in Jabber’s grip, his eyes growing heavy once more. “Jabber.”
“Hm?”
Zanka hesitated for a moment, before giving in to his words. “..thank you.” The words were quiet, very. Jabber almost didn’t catch them.
“Aww Mr. Bad attitude..cmere ima touch ya—“
“AND YOU RUINED IT.” Zanka pushed jabber away with his hand. Only causing the man to snicker and pull him back. “sowwy.” Zanka clicked his tongue at that. But he didn’t make a move to escape, instead he relaxed. Letting himself fall back into sleep slowly.
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“How adorably gross.” The man outside the door snickered, his eyes narrowing. “Good to know I have information to blackmail him with.” His grin grew.
Silly comic. Grace would absolutely pull this move.
tomorrow i have to give my daughter’s pikachu plushie gender-affirming surgery
(original tags: she literally had tears in her eyes while she explained that her pikachu had a boy tail shape. i was like hey she can still be a girl. all we know from her body shape is what her body is shaped like. maybe if we asked her she would say that she feels like she’s really a girl. and my kid was like BUT POKEMON CANT TALK 😭😭😭😭 so i was like ‘ok. pikachu. if you want to use he/him say ‘pika’. if you want to use she/her say ‘chu’. and if you want smth else say ‘pikachu’’. and my daughter had her say ‘chu’ and i was like see there you go! now. she doesn’t HAVE to change her tail shape. she can totally be a girl with a rectangle tail. but if she would feel more comfortable with heart shape bc she prefers it, or so that people won’t assume she’s a boy, i can make that happen. so pikachu what do you think? do you want tail surgery? and pikachu agreed enthusiastically! so. plushie gender-affirming surgery first thing tomorrow i guess!)
her results look great, congrats pikachu! 💖⚡️🏳️⚧️