nadventure15

she/her

[natyhunter]

My brain does this thing where I disassociate characters from their actors. At some point my mental image of a character is an amalgamation of the actor(if there is one), their written description, and a ton of fanart I've consumed.

That been said, I was reading this fic where Grace comments about Simon's voice being deep, and I was suddenly reminded that Simon has markiplier's voice and then my brain went from general inner voice to a real good recreation of Mark's voice every time Simon spoke

And I'm like wtf, but also damn!

[pupucino]

follow your dreams at a sustainable pace

[alhilton]

500 words a day gets the novel written

[jasethegooberton]

Mutation

[graves-yard]

do you think Colt went back for his Miami vice jacket after making it clear he was both alive and innocent or was it like a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis situation? (or something else?)

I think him shedding his Miami Vice jacket was meant to be him letting go of the past ego of being this super talented stuntman and letting himself be bare for future vulnerabilities.

That being said I refuse that notion did you see the way he hugged his little jacket back at Ryder’s apartment??? Nah I’m not letting that slide the cops found it at the scene and when everything was over with they gave it back since it was no longer evidence.

Give him his fucking jacket

[palaceoftheprophets]

WIP of the pebbles visiting their Uncle Grace

[graves-yard]

I’ve been stressed and upset so I’m drugging the brothers cocaine and sedative

[roryjor]

Something something rainbows and unicorns

[rotten-applee]

anyone who thinks simon would genuinely believe grace to be an actual angel/god doesn’t understand shit about simon’s character and i will die on this hill.

[lindleland]

"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

[adeebobo]

this reminds me of me and my friend’s horse named Drugs

when i was in middle school me and my friends had a small yellow horse eraser we fondly named “drugs”. this led to a lot of middle school tomfoolery around his name and saying shit like “Ma’am, so and so took drugs from me” and other dumb shit like that.

eventually, our english teacher, Mr. R, caught onto the joke. instead of writing us up or sending us to the principal though, he played along, making similar jokes like “(name), stop taking drugs.” “hey. you three. you need to share drugs if he’s going to be at the table.” “no drugs today, guys?” so on and so forth.

by the end of the school year it had become a very fond joke between us and this english teacher, so we decided since we were moving onto our freshman year, we decided to give our eng teacher this little yellow horse eraser.

so we go find our english teacher, Mr. R, who was setting up cornhole with our principal and other “big important people” for our 8th grade graduation party, and we hand him the little eraser.

to which he yells as loudly (and happily) as he can: “YOURE GIVING ME DRUGS?!!”

i actually went back to visit him before i left for college, and to this day he still has Drugs on his desk, and regularly tells his new students about me and my friends. ty op for reminding me about Drugs the Horse

[rheitais]

Tucker: Go on vacation they said. Gotham isn't that bad they said. Slap me hard and call me Daniel Fenton because what are even the chances of me getting kidnapped?!

Cass: 1 in every 2 people.

Tucker: Wait seriously?

Cass: mhm!

Tucker: Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha.

Cass: you ok?

Tucker: I'm just plotting my best friends murders. Well i can plot Sam's. Danny maybe not.

Cass: Didn't come with?

Tucker: No. The love birds paid for my trip here while they went who knows where.

Cass: Bad friends. Gotham is never safe.

Tucker: Well I'm dumb for believing them before doing my research. I swear I can hear them mocking me from here.

Cass: You're not scared about this?

Tucker: Nah, I mean realistically I should be but like I've been through worse.

Cass: Like?

Tucker: Oh where do I even start? Being held hostage? Dragons, undead pirates, rockstars and like several other things that don't even come close. These guys are human and their knot work? Needs better work. *Jazz hands*

Cass: Pff. Yes it does. *also free*

Tucker: I knew you were cool. We should just leave. These guys might not even see us slip out if they aren't paying attention to us now.

Cass: Window over there should help us.

Tucker: I'll just follow you.

[Masterpost]

[alien-slushie]

*Collage Roommates AU*

Dick, over the phone: Alfred quick! How do you make cinnamon rolls and can it be done in 28.5 minutes?

Alfred, on speaker: Hello, Master Dick, oh yes I'm fine, how are you today?

Dick: Alfred please! I don't have time for your sarcasm!

Alfred: I can message you a recipe, though for Mister Danny's health I fear what you need it for. And no, 28.5 minutes is not enough time to make proper cinnamon rolls.

Jason: Why do you need cinnamon rolls in 28.5 minutes?

Dick: Ugh, Danny made cinnamon on Monday, he just texted me asking if there was any left because he had a bad day and could really use a cinnamon roll, but I litterally had just finished eating the last roll when he texted me!

Bruce: Go to the store and buy him one if you're that worried.

Alfred, Dick, and Jason: *gasps*

Alfred: If you believe a store bought cinnamon roll equates to a homemade one, then I raised you wrong.

Dick: Not to mention that Danny will kill me if I brought store bought junk food into this appartment!

Jason: Are you trying to get Dick killed?

Bruce: Its just a cinnamon roll.

Alfred, Dick, and Jason: *louder gasps*

Alfred: Where did I go wrong?

Dick: Just a cinnamon roll? Have you tasted Danny's cinnamon rolls? Of course not or else you wouldn't say that.

Bruce: Actually I've never even met Danny, you just talk about him. A lot.

Alfred: Master Dick, I'm afraid I need to go, I need to have a word with Master Bruce.

Bruce: Oh no.

Jason: Don't worry, I'll film it for you.

*hang up sound*

Dick: Serves him right! . . . Wait what about my cinnamon roll dilemma?!

[nosimpincurly]

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

[catherinebunnington]

Reblog to materialize $250,000 in prev's bank account

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alfred: Hello?

Pa Kent: Good morning Alfred. Are you busy today? Ma and I are in Gotham for that fancy art gallery Clark is writing about. Did you have some time to meet us for lunch before the event?

Alfred: Oh, sorry, Pa, unfortunately, I have my hands full with the latest shenanigans of the children.

Pa: Oh? What happened?

Alfred: Master Dick, has discovered he is a father.

Pa shocked: Dick has kids?

Alfred: Yes, we believe they're from the same place as Mister Bart Allen.

Pa: Oh. That makes sense. How is Dick handling everything?

Alfred: Very well. He's ecstatic to be a father. It's his children who are....reluctant.

Pa: What do you mean?

Alfred: Hold on. Let me send you a picture of the children when Master Dick told them he was thier father.

Danny/Dan/Dani:

Pa: Well....they certainly resemble Dick. He looked the same when I asked him to help me birth a calf. How old are they?

Alfred: Master Dan is the oldest; he's twelve. Master Daniel is the middle one at ten, and Miss Danielle is the youngest at eight. They're sweet children, but they do not seem interested in being brought into the Waynes' home. They've negotiated with Master Bruce to get them rooms at the most expensive hotel in Gotham, in exchange for not running away. It took us months to even corner them.

Pa: Wow that sounds so stressful. I understand that your busy we could reschedule-

Ma taking the phone: Alfred, let Dick handle his kids. You deserve a day off. Join us for lunch, wine and dine at the art gallery with us and if the night goes well, let us get you naked between us.

Pa scandalized in the background: That's too forward!

Alfred: What time and where are we doing lunch?

Bruce sitting across from Alfred and overheard everything: Now Clark will know the pain of the butler dating one's parents. Let's see him laugh now. I hope he suffers.

Dick lying face down on the floor: My kids called me unnatural for being in shape, and now my grandpa is getting more action in one night than I've had in the past six months. This is it. My life has no more meaning.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: I try to be supportive but Tim's hobbies are.....questionable

Clark: What do you mean?

Bruce: As you know, Tim has always had an... appreciation for heroes. Especially young heros like Robin and Phantom.

Clark: Yes, he's a big fan even when he was Robin.

Bruce: Exactly. And, as you know, some fans are in what they call "fandom". Tim is active in this community. He is a fanfiction writer.

Clark: a writer? That's not bad as I thought it was going to be when you called me over.

Bruce: Look at the laptop on the table. That's Tim's most popular fanfiction.

Clark:

Bruce crying: How can I support this?

Clark: Bruce, burn this laptop and bury the ashes on the moon.

[lypsys]

"Write character relationships that are normal" WRONG ☝ CODEPENDENCY BEAM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[n1ghteeea]

“They’d grow apart and separate and have their own lives in the future” WRONGGGGG ‼️‼️‼️‼️ codependent family who don’t need anyone but each other GO ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[alien-slushie]

Hal: If you don't go to your room right this minute and go to bed I swear I will-

Danny, floating on the ceiling: I've been shot before, there is litterally no punishment you can give me that scares me.

Hal, voice breaking: You were shot before?!

[akanemnon]

Wait hold on I wanna know more about them pls! They are so cute <3

Ah, thanks for asking about him!

This is Horologix. An OC I made when I was still part of the Kirby fandom. He was designed to be sort of like a "final boss" for a hypothetical game I liked to think about back then. Nothing came of it, of course. That game concept had a sort of time gimmick, where Kirby would occasionally be reverted back into their sprite form from KDL1 with the same skillset (i.E. no copy abilities). This is where his name comes from, since Hora means "hour" or "time of day" in latin. So this whole time nonsense gimmick came from him, being sort of like a time wizard.

He originally was much taller, but I shrunk him down for this cameo.

I don't use him anymore. But I thought it's be nice to let him cameo here, because his whole vibe was like "circus ringleader" and stuff.

[teafromthemicrowave]

Look whom I found at pride today