#blowhardbase

[ae-arts]

Whispers do husharangs have a offocial design? Im kind of curios

I- t- they are H shaped............. his symbol is a H... with a double bridge across that i stole from batman #80....

[archived-brokentoys]

@blowhardbase​

“ You know... it’s ironic. Usually it’s the doctors who are serving the bad news. But I’m afraid the tables have turned. I’ve got some very bad news for you, Dr. Tommy-Tom... ”

“ ... Batman is a selfish lover. ”

[cute-clown-extraordinaire]

Orm sleeping on the pier.

Hey, it was mermaid friend! Joker happily pattered over, and plopped down next to Orm. He poked at the other man’s helmet and giggled, settling down and nestling up to Orm. Might as well take a nap too!

[archived-brokentoys]

@blowhardbase​ sent:

Small blond labrador dog name salty barks at eddy, begging to be fed.

Gotham’s streets were filled with strays. Strays that needed a home. Edward has had such discussions with Selina before, regarding this topic of how the strays needed to be given a loving home rather than living on the cold streets, or getting put down by animal control. Edward would love to help them, but... he had too much on his plate as it was. However... when a stray did come to him, Edward was always eager to help it. At the very least, Edward presumed this dog to not belong anywhere. After all, it seemed to be hungry.

“ Right away, buddy... ” Edward said with no hesitation. He wandered to the cabinet & pulled out a bag of Iams dog food, which he then poured its contents into a bowl for the dog. Although Edward did not possess any pets, he always did keep dog & cat food on him, just in case strays came along to his abode. He then took another bowl, & poured a bottle of water into it, in case the dog was also thirsty.

“ Well, eat up. ”

[imperiuswrecked]

Aaaaah im sorry i forgot namor birthday what a fool but have A orm giving a cake shape like a shell. Sorry i fell out of touch with this blog :/

It’s ok! I mean I forgot about it myself because I’ve just been through *alot* this last year, as have all of us, but that cake is so cute. They would be friends, I just know it.

Hopefully I can do something nice for Namor’s birthday next year since he will be 100

[archived-brokentoys]

"Give your arm three days to heal, dont lean into it. That would be five dollars. " perhaps friend discount?

Edward wasn’t in the best mood. Obviously because his arm was injured terribly. Not as bad as he thought it could’ve been; after all. Had it been broken, it would take longer than a mere three days. However, it only annoyed him a little less than a fractured arm would’ve. Edward was smart; he survived this long because of his intelligence. But once an enemy was able to reach him... he was very physically weak. It didn’t take much to injure him. Should he consider working out more ? Perhaps get more sleep ? Eat healthier & quit the drugs ?

Nah, he won’t do any of that, even though this should serve as a lesson to him.

But if one thing could improve Edward’s mood, it was the price he had to pay. Now that put a smile on his face.

“ Only five ? That’s a surprise, but a welcomed one. The previous doctor I went to... oh, he wanted two... thousand. ” With his good hand, Edward reached into his wallet & pulled out the five dollar bill, handing it to Tommy. “ I’ll certainly have to make you my primary doctor from now on. ”

[empyrealarc]

Previously on CosmicSkrull! [ ft. @blowhardbase ! ]

    “Well, I expected to leave tonight, actually. I’ve something to attend to on Sunday, so the sooner we can get this out of the way the better.” 

Look at that. First time space-travel was still such a thrill for some. 

    “The planet is Mon Cala. A civilization older than most that still roam the Earth. They’re... hesitant about pledging souls to my cause, and as such, I figured a show of good faith would ease their concerns considerably.” Plus, she needed someone who knew his way around water to accompany her. It was a win-win.

    “It’ll be fun, I promise~”

[empyrealarc]

One fat golden retriever begging for food from her, orm holding the leash

    “BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I HAVE ANY FOOD TO SPARE, BEAST.”

Food was as a currency, a lifeblood, for the vile monstrosity. The void of her gullet roared e’er constantly behind the sunkissed veneer of stolen flesh, it’s siren song guiding Ana’Hira through the motions of all reality, all causality that existed, exists and will exist. SHE DID NOT SHARE. To share would be to give, and to give would be to weaken herself. THAT WAS UNACCEPTAB-

  The Dog was eating her mutton chop. She’d been monologuing and it just- it...

    “BAD DOG!”