#dorks being dorks

[mybrainismelted]

It's Gallavich Newbies Week!

Thanks, as always, to the wonderful @gallavichthings for hosting such a fun event.

I decided to try my hand at gif-making for this event, and I wanted to pay homage to something we all absolutely love - poor Mickey being forced to face that Ian grew up to be so much taller and stronger than him. And lets face it, sometimes (most of the time), he absolutely loves it! But there are those moments.....

S01EP07||S11EP11

[sayonaramidnight]

Honeymoon.

"Do the pose, Rinoire!"

"What."

[azzzryel]

This song was made for them, change my mind

[giggly-squiggily]

Back-Alley Cat Energy (Virche Evermore)

Heyo!!! Guess who finished Virche Evermore over her hiatus? This girl! This game had me sobbing buckets, but also I've never loved it more?? Just- perfection! Highly recommend if you're looking to cry lols. These two were particularly funny in the final route, so naturally I had to write a fic for them! I hope you like it :D

CW: Swearing, mild spoilers for Virche Evermore's La Salute Route

Summary: Ankou and Adolphe are fighting once more, and Ceres can't help but feel like they were two cats in a past life. It's a pleasant chaos.

“You son of a-COME HERE!”

Ceres winced at the crash, daring to peek at Adolphe and Ankou. She had already forgotten what started their fight- likely the Watchman mocking her foster brother again. It was like he knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. “Careful..”

“Get off me, you useless meatbag!” Ankou cried out, swatting at the other in a flag of long sleeves and limbs. “You’re as good as a paperweight!”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you! Finally got tired of watching our despair like some sort of stage show?” Adolphe had gone to swing, but Ankou managed to flip them over, sending them rolling about. Ceres couldn’t help but imagine them as little boys at that moment.

Or two cats.

Yes- two cats in the alleyway fighting over their territory. She should probably stop them before they hurt themselves- and the furniture. “Guys-”

“AH! Watch your hands, creep!” Adolphe's body jerked when Ankou’s hand grabbed his side for leverage. At the reaction, the Watchman seemed to perked up, his trademark smile spilling over his lips.

“Now what do we have here..? He did it again, this time curling a thumb and forefinger onto his waist and pressing rapidly. “Is the useless human weak to such childish torture?”

“Gaha! Nohohoh, screehehehw yohoohou! Gehehet off! Gehahahha, dohohohon’t dohoho thahahhat!” Adolphe still sounded angry, but the bite in his voice was gone as Ankou continued tickling him. He released the fistful of silver hair he had to shove at his face, squirming against the floor. “Knoohohock it ohohohohoff!”

They really were like children now. Ceres relaxed in her seat realizing the worst of their tussle had passed. Her worry slowly formed into amusement as she hid her giggles. “Try not to tickle him too badly, Ankou. He’s human, afterall.”

“Dohohohon’t encohoohohurage him! HEhehahaha, Cehehehres, hehehelp mehehehehe!” Adolphe cried for assistance, arms jerking downward as Ankou skidded his fingers against his belly. Oof, that was always a bad spot for him growing up. “Gehehehet thihihis grihihihm rehhahahaping bahahhahstard!”

“I’m no grim reaper, I’m the Watchman of Death! Of course, someone with your brain capacity wouldn’t know the difference.” Despite his words, it was clear that Ankou was rather enjoying himself, finding new leverage over the giggling brunette as he sat on his legs, moving his fingers up to Adolphe’s ribs. “Are you ticklish here, too?”

In response, Adolphe let out a loud cackle, grabbing at the hands poking along his ribcage. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Nohohooho, dohohoohn’t! Gheahhahas, Cheheheehres, pleahhahahhse!” Adolphe begged for her aid, weakly reaching a hand out to her. “Hehehehelp mehehehehe!”

“My dear princess should help me, if we’re being open about it.” Ankou chided, wigging a finger into the brunette’s armpit, retracting the extended limp. “She would know all the best spots to tickle you.” He turned to her then, red eyes glistening like rubies. “Ceres, my dear princess- would you assist me in sending this man to Hades?”

Ceres looked between them, suddenly unsure on what to do. She did in fact know all of Adolphe’s tickle spots, so leaving him a exhausted mess of laughter would be child's play.

But Ankou…he had a rather unfair advantage over her foster brother, didn’t he?

She made her decision, standing up. “Give him a break, Ankou.”

The Watchman did as asked, and Adolphe gasped for air holding his belly. “C-Cehheheres you are a Godsent.”

“No need for that, I’m not helping either of you.” Her words made them both pause, looking at her curiously. “I'm just gonna level the playing field. Ankou, are you ticklish?”

To her and Adolphe’s surprise, the non-human flushed red. “Ugh..”

“Let’s find out.” The brunette shot his hands out, grabbing his sides and squeezing rapidly. Ankou let out a shocked cackle before falling off of him, his hyena laughter filling the room. “Oh my God, he’s so ticklish! Now I can finally pay you back, you damn freeloader!”

“Ahehahahahahha! Thahahhat’s nhoohohohot fhahahhair! Ehhahahaha, Deheahhahahr Priihihihncess, sehehehend me yohoohohur ahahhahid!” Ankou pleaded to Ceres, but she only curtsied in response.

“I would, but I have to make dinner. Be nice, Adolphe.” She turned her back to them, smiling to herself at Ankou’s cries of mirth and Adolphe’s triumphed glee. Huh- they laughed the same. The longer they were together in this little group, the more and more she viewed them as long lost brothers. Part of her envied it, but the rest of her relished in the joy it brought her.

In the other room, she heard what sounded like a chair tip over and the boys bickering. She giggled as she prepped the stew.

Children indeed.

Thanks for reading!

[primamchorus]

👉😎👉❄️

[chocolateteapotsvis]

Barry surveys the table. It's strewn with what looks like every craft supply from his not-insubstantial model painting stash. They start orderly enough, the paint pots and brushes lined up neatly besides the mat by his chair, and then devolving into a chaotic mess of paper towels, plastic cups, and loose sprues from who-knows-what heaped precariously around the model airplane kit.

He could ask about when Hal had set this up, since they've just returned from Barry's surprise birthday party - a surprise, mostly, because he'd assumed that by April his friends and family would have moved on to something else. But he'd spent so long choosing between the pile of socks Wally had gifted him over the years that he could have missed the Rogues parading through the apartment in their rush out the door.

So instead, he taps a finger against his barely-suppressed smile. "How many birthdays ago is that plane from?"

"You mean when I gave it to you, or you gave it to me?" Hal whips Barry's apron from the back of the chair with a flourish and holds it out for him. "As for that Justice Society tabletop RPG, I assumed you excavated it from an archeological dig somewhere. So are we going to get painting, or are you going to spend another year sighing about how you wished you had time to paint it?"

Barry's fingers are already twitching towards the box. Does he start with the Flash, or does he warm up with another figure first? From Hal's smirk, Barry's thought process is plain on his face.

"It's practically a tradition at this point. It would be a shame to actually do something about it." Barry doesn't bother hiding his smile anymore at the strangled noise Hal makes from behind him as he ties his apron. He pulls back Hal's chair, offering it to him with a mock bow. If it doesn't really do much to hide the heat in his ears, well, he knows a lost cause when he sees one, and in this one, he's more than happy to lose. "But I know better than to get between you and your model airplanes."

(Also, yes, it's supposed to be the same model from The Color of Fear, as seen most recently in toytle's awesome redraw!)

[searsage]

Ryley: Look Robin..we need to talk.

Robin: About..?

Ryley: the bad habits your teaching Al-an.

Robin: I don't know what your talking about, everything I teach him is so he can better understand humans and how we function.

Ryley: You sure about that…?

Robin: uh yes? What the hell are yo-

PDA: Rings and activiates answeing machine-

Al-an: Hello, we've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty.

Ryley: I KNOW ITS YOU AL-AN, I DONT EVEN OWN A CAR!

Al-an:…This is your final courtesy call.

[vinnybox]

I been watching Young Justice and Im on Season two but oh my god I fucking LOVE this version of Dick Grayson and his dynamic with Wally they’re such DORKS

I am SO SO late to fandoms and I can’t believe I missed out on such a GEM

I swear I’ll learn to draw most if not all the gang cause I do genuinely enjoy a lot of them!! but my fave HAS to be Robin, Wally, and Kaldur