#fandomhell97

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Oh my god I'm just imagining now that Bill is waiting in the hospital room and instead of a baby triangle it's just baby Mindy and Ford is confused asf but Bill. Omfg Bill would lose it lmfao

HAHAHA OH NOOOO 😭 YUP, he would go ballistic and ford would be confused (but maybe slightly relieved? LOL)

[cyphertronix]

Okay I live that Dipper's hat has an upside down triforce on it, dies that mean he's tried to show his grunkles Legend of Zelda?

Yes! Dipper seems like he’d be an LOZ fan, so I like to think he’s played ports of Ocarina of Time (favorite character is Sheik) and Majora’s Mask (the Grunkles caught him playing it under his bedcovers and got invested in the story too (Stan pretends he isn’t invested but he totally is.))

He also totally sewed the triforce patch onto his hat himself, which is why it’s upside down (and totally not because I didn’t realize I was drawing it upside down 😅)

[piers-wifey]

I mean I once stumboed upon a video of just Heisenberg pelvic thrusting so, guess that goes along with the mankini and twerking

This fandom is gonna be the death of me, I swear

[todaysbicharacteris]

dio brando from jojo’s bizarre adventure is bisexual

[sakkajagga]

Oh man I was screwing around when I thought of this and have been laughing since. So I'm about as blind as a bat without my glasses on, I can mainly just make out colors and shapes and if people look similar I guarantee I will mix them up. If the Sparda guys we're around someone who maybe lost or broke their glasses that they would keep mixing the three up, especially Nero and Vergil?mainly cause of the similar colors in clothing and shorter hair how would they be?

lmfaoooo mood. when ppl ask to wear my glasses, they put them on for about 0.001 seconds before ripping them off their face and shoving them back at me in abject horror

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   You’re sure your face had to be pretty interesting given how hard you were squinting to try and make out even the most minor of details; but to no avail.  Shades melded together to form formless blobs of what you could only assume to be an actual person due to the colors.  But boy wouldn’t it be embarrassing to be told you were just talking to a jacket hanging on a coatrack again.

   “N-Nero??” you ask, hands slowly reaching out and relieved to at least feel the warmth of a living person as you felt up his neck and to his jaw; realizing too late the lack of stubble before hearing the response.

   “Not quite,” Vergil knocked your hands away from his chin, tone indicative of not appreciating your hands in his face.

   “Yeah, sorry,” you laugh a little, trying not to aggravate him anymore.  “All I can really see is your dark colors…”  Luckily he spares you a verbal lashing, content that you aren’t sticking your hands in his personal space anymore.  It’s bad enough that he’s tasked with babysitting you till one of the other two get back–and you hoped it was Dante since he was the one that was in quest of getting your new pair for you.

   Hours ticked by and with no better way to entertain yourself since reading and watching television was out, you were bobbing your feet along to the music since your legs were propped up on the arm of the couch.  In your periphery, you see Vergil’s amorphous colors moving around, figuring he’s either tired of sitting there or annoyed with your choice of music.  But not long after, the shapeless form returns and you suppose Vergil might be worried you may end up hurting yourself in some dumb way .

   “Hey,” you reach out for where you assume the approximation of his hand would be to tug on it for his attention.  “Sorry for being a giant pain, but…”  Your fingers brush his glove and you’re actually impressed with yourself, “you can turn the music off if it’s bugging you.”

   “S’fine with me,” he gives your fingers a little squeeze; laugh hardly audible over the music.

   “Nero??”

   “Who else?”

   “But where’s…?”

   “Vergil?  Dunno.  You’re the only one here I think.”

   “That jerk,” you huff, sitting up and making room in case Nero wants to sit down.  “Any word from Dante?”

   “Was about to ask you the same thing.”  You sigh, rubbing at your forehead.  “Headaches still?”  He watches you nod against your palm, pushing you by the shoulder back down to your back.  “Take a nap then.  It might help.”

   “I’m not sleepy though…”

   “Then sit with your eyes close.  It’s gotta be better than straining trying to see.”

   You hope it’s his face you’re squinting up at and not some far point beyond his head before finally relenting.  Nero nor Vergil bothers you once you have your eyes closed and you somehow drift off to sleep despite your every intention not to.

   You wake up to shuffling noises, sitting up with a stretch and carefully peeling yourself away from the couch to try and find the source.  “Hey, Nero,” you call, hoping he doesn’t have his headphones on, knowing that he’d willingly let you grab his arm to safely meander around.  With your hands outstretched, you move towards the shifting vague colors; confident it’s not Dante due to the lack of red.  “Nero–”  Like a cliche, you stumble forward and catch yourself from falling against his chest.  “Ah damn, sorry, Nero.”

   “I dunno if i should be offended or hurt that you can’t tell me apart from those two by now.”

   “Wha–Dante!?”  You pushed back against his chest, looking up as if you could actually focus on him, “Where’s your jacket!?”

   “Too hot,” he shrugs, forgetting you probably couldn’t see the motion very well.

   “Did you get my glasses??”

   “Oh.  Yeah, they weren’t ready yet.”

   “What!?”

   “Hey hey, don’t shoot the messenger.”  You can vaguely determine that he’s lifting his hands in surrender.

   “Yeah, say that when you’re the one who can’t see anything right,” you grumbled, trying to feel your way back to the couch without hurting yourself.

   You didn’t understand why it was taking so long to get the new pair, but everyone was actually becoming used to the near-blind antics.  So much so that neither Nero or Dante reacted when there was a crash from the other room followed by your voice assuring them, “I’m okay…”

   Vergil looks around the corner, unbeknownst to you, watching you struggle to your feet with a small shake of his head before finally just walking out to help you.

   Nero, eyeing the mischevious look on Dante’s face as the older twin walks out, waits until Dante notices he’s being stared at.  “What?”

   “You just seem to be getting a pretty good kick outta Y/N’s floundering.”

   Dante’s smile twitches.  And before Nero can ask for the particulars, the older lifts one side of his jacket open, revealing an eyeglasses case securely tucked away on the inside pocket.

[breezeinmonochromenight]

Favorite Stardust Crusader?

Avdol, because he’s the only crusader that’s not a complete fucking moron.

[risottoneroo]

Normally hate my height but I'm 4'8 amd I feel like all the Jojo characters could just pick me up like nothing(but oh man I wpuld loved to be completely engulfed in hugs so its worth it)

oh my god???? so small. come here let me kiss u

[the-winter-witcher]

Geralt and Jaskier

This is cruel 😭

Time to be honest with myself and admit that I do actually have a favourite and it's Jaskier, because, well, look at him