#not intentionally

[honeythegoat]

The nice one makes a mean drunk or something like that I don't remember

DW Ragatha might've put a key through his head but Jax is alive and well,

it's cartoon physics (based on how Ragatha was fine after knives going through in the candyland ep) and I headcanon Jax as playdough with a LCD screen embedded in for eyes&mouth 👍

[extralongpants]

They're keep fighting like cats and dogs (dontkillmedontkillmedont)

[anchovy]

We made my sisters cat in tomodatchi and he was very invested it in

[achilleanyukii]

Ugh the concept of Chris and Claire hugging after something where they got separated but Leon is there too and he's just standing there, smiling, looking at them, when one of the Redfields says "come here, you're family too" or something like that and Leon is SO CONFUSED but he slowly, shyly joins the hug

[drawingwithemos]

Dragon Damian AU!

Pt.2 Duke's New (definitely Stabby) dragon Brother.

Living with the Waynes is an experience; it's nice, not home, but the people there are family. The people here are insane, but that's besides the point. It's fun, he and Tim skate sometimes, Steph joins on her rollerblades, he and Jason patrol crime alley in the morning, aka Jason finds him when he's out as Singal to annoy him, he and Cass watch gossip girls together when theyre supposed to be training and he and Dick…

Then there’s Damian, the youngest, the fucking Dragon that made his heart drop down to his ass the first day he was here because of his aura, when damian walked in at first he was convinced an full blood dragon had stepped in and growled at him for being too close to his hoard. He realized his powers were acting up. To be fair, Damian is a dragon, the family is a part of his hoard, and he did growl at him, but it was instead of the hulking green and black beast he had seen; it was just a little kid. The rest didn’t react to the warning growl he got, so he assumed everyone knew. Because why wouldn't a family of detectives know?

Duke and Tim were at the skate park. Duke was sitting on top of the ramp, watching Tim go around and around in the bowl. They were the only two at the park. He raised his brow. Tim seemed out of it.

“Yo Tim, man, are you good?” Duke called down, his powers acting up a bit. He saw Tim's aura in the shape of a crow; most of the family were birds except B and Alfred. Duke shook his head, clearing his vision as Tim sat down next to him.

“We can head back to the manor if you're tired,” Duke adds as Tim sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Why does the demon brat like you?” Tim asked kinda suddenly. Causing Duke to blink at him

“Oh,” Duke says, understanding (at least he thinks he does), “I just gave him shiny rocks, like a lot of shiny rocks.” Duke nods to himself. Tim just gives him a confused look. It seemed pretty easy to understand that if you want a dragon to like you, you give said dragon things for its hoard.

“Why the fuck does that work” Tim asked.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t it work” Duke asked back both of them just giving each other confused looks. They were gonna continue their conversation, but then Steph came rolling in yelling with Batburger, causing them to lose their thought process.

[thatgirlyourejected]

part 3

You can call this segment 3.7: A bit of lore; there’s definitely an identity crisis, our dear creator is originally from Teyvet, but once everything was stable and the archon war ended they’d decided to travel, they ended up reborn in our world memories of Teyvet wiped; they never played Genshin only saw adds and posters, the occasional art work that felt oddly familiar.it wasn’t until they found a familiar tea pot and they got sucked into the world of Genshin, memories scattered, and no time to collect everything before the persecution started. Right now they are floating with 2 consciousness’ modern one asleep the original awake.

Warning I usually write female readers, there will be times I mess up. Overall meant to be gender neutral.

Sagau part 4

S/c = skin color, h/c = hair color, h/t = hair type.

Everything was dark, quiet, I could reflect on my death, my poor stars head lay in my lap, they carry my (s/c) face, beautiful (h/c), (h/t) tresses crown (s/c) features gloriously, matching my own. I run my fingers through soft (h/c), and quietly think to myself. It wasn’t my fault that my poor star carried my face, to be… persecuted, over such trivialities… childish. To think my oldest remaining acolyte is blind to his own nonsense. Humans are born, each carrying a bit of me with them, one of them having my face after thousands of years will always be a possibility, a gamble eventually won.

It’s confusing soft tresses still lingering through my fingers, I was asleep; at least I think I was. There were bouts of coherence and familiarity in a world unknown, much like opening your eyes before falling back into a deep slumber… did I reincarnate myself?… it had to have been somewhere far away in time and space for me to have forgotten so much.

I look down at familiar features. I now know that we are connected by soul, but separate by conscience and will. Putting us together or even fusing us would kill us both. We are matching puzzle pieces but from two different sets, we can combine but we will repel and never complete. What I just experienced was I can see through their eyes, but we can’t communicate, at least not yet… that leaves me with one lingering question… what happens now?

[ilkkawhat]

Muumipapan urotyöt - 4. luku