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sillydogjoe · 10 months

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Howdy again!!! Sorry I'm just reposting art I enjoyed drawing this year to just kinda get stuff out there! There will be new art soon! :D

#too many images #I hope you enjoy them #I know I enjoyed drawing them #Super Mario #dog #cat #oc artwork #I dunno how to tag this #Mario again

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greg-montgomery · 8 days

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hi cutie!! started rewatching dharma and greg again and i wanted to ask if u have any fic recs!!!!! lmk cause i am SO IN LOVE with greggie! anyways ily! 💖💘💓💞💗

my love hiii!! 🩷🩷

so glad you’re rewatching it!! 🤭🤭 ahh sadly there aren’t nearly enough greg fics :((( BUT ofc i have recs <333

first of all i’d head to @ssahotchnerr bc she has greg content and it’s always the cutest 🤭💞

i’ll also recommend @ssaaaronmontgomery’s masterlist <333 she has some greg fics and they’re really good!!!

theeeen i have a 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥵🥵 fic from @hotchs-bitch which is amazing <3333 here’s the link <3

and lastly i’ll also leave you here my own greg masterlist 🤭

#i hope you enjoy them #greg deserves all the love and attention 🥹🥹💞💞💞#greg 🧸#ask

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unohanadaydreams · 1 year

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I'm sick as shit and in the middle of a move. I would let Mayuri give me weird medicine at this point regardless of chances. I want Grimmjow to be real and spooning me while he grumbles into my ear about me being a dumb weak human.😭

This is so old so I hope you recovered well, but literally Mayuri would give you SUCH weird medicine. Also, would be applied in weird ways.

For instance, if you're sick with a virus, I think Mayuri would put you on a metal bed and like sonogram (of course a wildly high tech one that can show cell movement) w/commentary of his super-heated anti-viral cells beating the virus at it's job and hijacking every cell with viral genetic material until you are unpleasantly warm and able to feel your blood rushing and heart pumping too fast.

He even helpfully explains that unchecked, this anti-viral could elevate your temperature to unnatural degrees and melt you from the inside! But because he's so generous, he's programmed them to cease multiplication after a certain point. If you'd gone to the 4th like originally planned, they would have put you on bed rest and suggested plenty of liquids. Don't you feel silly for even considering it?

Of course the entire session has also been used as a learning opportunity for Nemuri and your heart almost stops when she wonders out loud what someone melting from the inside would look like. There's an horrible moment where you and Mayuri meet eyes and you think you'll be made an example.

But it passes and Mayuri pulls up an old video, because of course he's already made an example of someone ELSE. Don't be so silly as to think this is his first time using this anti-viral! And stop lying on the bed like you're still sick--the virus has already been removed, after all.

You don't usually stick around when you see Akon on a smoking break outside, but this time when you leave R&D, you do ask for a cigarette (that can hardly be called a real cigarette thanks to its inherent lack of nicotine, or in fact any addictive qualities beyond the ritual).

And as far as Grimmjow!! I think he would super insistent on the bed rest. With zero contact from anyone (besides him, of course). In Hueco Mundo sickness is something to be hidden at all costs, lest you be seen as vulnerable.

I can see him tucking you both away in the bathroom of your little apartment, one of the corners piled with non-perishables and a little mug warmer in a plastic baggie, so it doesn't get wet.

Much to your annoyance, he's really insistent on leaving the apartment dark and not leaving this one room. It's blessed lack of windows and sturdy nature seems to mean a lot to him. With you sick, the precaution is needed. He's an Arrancar, after all. He knows how simple it is to kill of the weak. And your fever is so high that you're shivering in his arms and mumbling incoherently. The tub is large enough for the both of you but not so huge that you can leave his arms. So, it's perfect.

You've probably never seen him this paranoid. And his usual brusque annoyance feels very superficial because of all the care he's putting into protecting you.

He calls you a dumb, weak human and insists if something happened to you, he'd have to answer to Urahara again and he'd rather fuck off back to Hueco Mundo then work there once more. Sure it wasn't too bad. Just annoying. He hates annoying things. Congratulations on being less annoying than Kisuke Urahara (not like it's hard).

But he keeps hold of you the whole time. And spoon feeds you soup. And tea. And reluctantly stands outside of the bathroom when you need to use the toilet, but only because you started to cry, your frustration hitting hard when you're brain's fried from trying to fight off fever & virus alike. It was really pathetic and he doesn't need to put up with that crap. But he still comes back the moment you knock on the door to let him know you're done. (Of course he has no qualms going to the bathroom in front of you, which may or may not bug you. Either way, he cares absolutely 0%. He's not leaving unless he has to.)

There is so much forehead rubbing and back scratches and he even washes you with such care that you cry when you thank him and he has to busy himself with opening a can of soup to keep from looking like a love-sick dope.

#being sick while MOVING?#i hope you had good support because ugh #moving already so much. the packing. the moving your life up and down stairs while lugging things you have an awkward hold on #imagine sneezing and sniffling added to that???#discostin #anyway here are some low effort scenarios #i hope you enjoy them #grimmjow and mayuri when you're sick: i'm about to be so weird

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arandomauthor · 1 year

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The Spotify Update

I don't usually use Spotify, but since pretty much everyone else does, I decided to create some playlists for (almost) every Reminiscence character so far! I carefully picked out each song based on vibes, beats, and lyrics, but I recommend analysing all that after reading the books ;). Enjoy! <3

(By the way, if you have Premium, I highly recommend listening to the songs in order)

#reminiscence-media #reminiscence-series #reminiscence-updates #spotify #music #oc playlists #i hope you enjoy them #not all of them are my music taste but I discovered some bops

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jackalopedoodles · 2 years

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NPC drop! Feel free to use them!

1 - Krytos! A Beelzebub Bloodline Tiefling I think I liked the idea of fly wings so much I had to add them! He’s a new librarian for an infinite library, and is typically shy and nervous.

2 - Kina, a strawberry cow firbolg. Soft but determined she was born without the ability to use her legs. Left kind of out of the loop without friends or family she joined a pirate crew where she now stays curled up in the crows nest, keeping lookout.

3 - Mars is a demonic centaur called an Armanite. He runs the pirate crew actually hahaha, but you can have him do as you please. He was a slave in the City of Brass but later escaped with his best friend, and now is exiled to the Material Plane, knowing if he ever stepped back home he’d be snatched up immediately.

4 - Tomina (Qiqi). A warforged adopted daughter of one of the main characters, she was originally a soul put into a sentient book. Now she has a body to call her own but no voice to say anything as she helps her adoptive father.

5 and 6 - This is the same character in two different forms, whos name is Elysius. She’s a fae. Fae of the Wild Court, Queen of Beasts, and Traitor are her main titles. She now runs a bar under the guise of being an eladrin, when in reality she’s something much bigger than that.

7 - The not so noble angel, this celestial being, Abdiel, inhabits the katana that belongs the warlock of the party. Constantly watching and protecting, constantly listening in and reporting. Things go both ways here and people are scared to consider what that might mean.

#Dnd #dnd art #dnd npc #dnd fanart #art #traditional art #I hope you enjoy them #dm me if you’re interested #Id love to talk more #Abdiel has recently traumatized so many #I hope you enjoy

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braisedhoney · 2 years

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Oh no, you're meeting all my standards!

(Drawing things from the Markiplier universe and Undertale)

How dare you know what I like! (Also, the Undertale nostalgia hits hard, thanks for that)

ah, alas! *pose dramatically for the ratings*

i think sans undertale winning the tumblr sexyman poll being what jumpstarted my nostalgia is the funniest thing tbh. it's like that and the anniversary were a one-two punch. i even started a new game to go through the pacifist run again. good shit, and i'm happy to provide!

#ney's chatter (ask answers)#*intercom noise* cap'n speaking; please excuse this random detour #there will be more of these probably #i hope you enjoy them #*intercom noise*

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."