dr. pickles


Stop what you’re doing and please imagine:

•mid- to upper-teen aged Warriors of Hope and Monokuma Kids
-Jatarou Kemuri is super tall
-Masaru Daimon has braces
-Kotoko Utsugi has multiple piercings
°a cuff on her ear, lips studs, eyebrow piercings, et cetra
-Nagisa Shingetsu grows out his hair a little bit
-a lot of the Monokuma Kids, who are no longer brainwashed, become good friends with Kotoko
-Everyone is being taught by Future Foundation and other adults (and also Nagisa) about what they would be learning in school
-Jatarou is told he isn’t hated and tries to attempt making friends, although he still mostly sticks with Nagisa
-Jatarou with a singular piercing on each ear, or one of those funky hole things
-multiple Monokuma Kids, of all genders, confessing to Jatarou
°Jatarou being extremely flustered and confused and running away to ask Nagisa for help
-Nagisa is eased into the mind that you don’t have to get perfect scores, but he still prefers to be in the top 5

Imagine these things
I need them
And more

anonymous asked:

i think i'm speaking for fans everywhere when i saw we really want a soundbite of the latest pbnt episode's hit song, "oogie boogie's a thousand bugs / oogie boogie's a thousand bugs / why is he a thousand bugs? / is he a thousand bugs speaking in unison?"

today’s episode (and halloween town in general) has some of my favorite recurring jokes in our entire playthrough, oogie boogie’s just a fuckin funny character to riff with

Episode 38: DR. FICKLEDICK’S PICKLE DICK of our Kingdom Hearts playthrough is up NOW

Doodled Toki being adorablergh with everyone. Thanks to this character analysis discussion right here i had major Toki feels and had to unload them on paper. (thanks a lot stardustforstarshine)

I’ve written about Pickles & Toki having drunk crying+singing sessions before so I drew that one out just to get a glimpse of what it’s gonna look like. And the idea of him having “bunny rabbit days”, where he’d go hopping around wearing rabbit gear & asks Skwisgaar to feed him baby carrots, just kills me (and yes he’s playing with Murderface’s cheeks).
It would be funny though if he went maximum brutal once more but with an army of cute animals this time.

also Toki making fun of Knubbler’s eyes might be a reference to Nikolai Fraiture’s side band besides Summer Moon. Nickle Eye (which is more of a solo project). Toki is using Pickles’ Nickles.

You’ll never know what he’s into.

(Also, to the people that keep sending Josh death threats and crap, enough with this bs. It’s getting pretty annoying. Eugene is a character, Josh is an actor. It’s fine if you’ve got a problem with Eugene, but putting Josh in the picture? That’s another story. Enough.)

Like everything else of cultural relevance, Dethklok’s been parodied on Robot Chicken. Quality varies between the sketches, but by far the most well known is the sketch called ‘Dr. Pickles and Mr. Hyde’ in which Snakes ‘n’ Barrels!Pickles is portrayed as the split personality of Dethklok!Pickles. (Pickles loves it.)

Robot Chicken unknowingly also predicted this scene in a sketch.

To the moon - Olive lovers
  • DR WATTS: Leave it to me. I just gotta give the bartender a quick visit first
  • BARTENDER: Hey there! Could I get you anything?
  • DR WATTS: Heyo! Could I get a bottle of pickled olives, please?
  • BARTENDER: Sure. Cash or credit
  • DR WATTS: Cheque
  • BARTENDER: Er...I'm sorry, we don't take cheques
  • DR WATTS: Oh...Just put it on my tab then
  • BARTENDER: Wait, does that mean you don't have any money?
  • DR WATTS: ...
  • DR WATTS: ...You're SO getting resetted
  • *Beep*
  • BARTENDER: Hey there! Could I get you anything?
  • DR WATTS: Hello! Could I get a bottle of pickled olives, please?
  • BARTENDER: Sure. Cash or credit?
  • DR WATTS: Just put it on my tab. I feel like spending BIG today
  • BARTENDER: Oh, thank you, sir!
  • BARTENDER: Here're your pickled olives
  • DR WATTS: Thanks, bro! You'll be getting an enormous amount of tips today!
  • BARTENDER: Thank you sir
  • DR ROSALINE: [You're such an ass, Neil]
  • DR WATTS: [Oh loosen up]
  • -
  • DR WATTS: Why, is that a bottled of pickled olives you're sporting?
  • JOHN: Yeah. Are you a fellow olive lover?
  • DR WATTS: Indeed I am! Just got fresh bottle of them myself, in fact!
  • DR WATTS: Mind if I join you?
  • JOHN: Sure, why don't you grab a seat? We'll down a bottle together
  • DR WATTS: Oh...Yeah, that's sounds just swell
  • DR WATTS: [Eva, disable taste simulation, NOW!!"
  • DR ROSALINE: [Oh Neil, I don't think I feel like it]
  • DR WATTS: [...I'm SO gonna get you back for this]
  • -
  • DR WATTS: Finally! Dear LORD!
  • DR ROSALINE: How were the olives, Neil?
  • DR WATTS: Oh shut your mouth
Diamond Dogs [a Barry Allen AU]

a/n: i needed mob boss evil barry ok? ok AND DIFFERENT DECADES

At first it started as a normal day; you got up, got dressed in your light green waitress uniform and went to work. What you didn’t expect was a group of leather-clad men entering and everyone in the restaurant clearing out. All of the men are tall and muscular, some have facial hair, except for one who is lean and clean shaven. He slicks his light brown hair back, black bomber jacket scrunching, exposing the yellow lightning bolt patch on the upper arm. The Flash gang.

The boss snaps his fingers, pointing to one of the tables, silently ordering his boy’s to pull out a chair. They comply; the silver metal of the chair legs echo through the building. With a sly smirk, he plops on the seat, crossing his ankles, crinkling the tight dress pants just a tad. “Motherfucker’s late.” he sighs, checking his fancy wrist watch. The men look nervous. “Might as well eat somethin’.” he bites his lip, peering around the little diner, grinning wickedly when he notices you behind the counter. “Hey doll, could I get a menu?”

Gulping, you nod, picking up the thin laminated paper. Your white sneakers squeak on the dirty tiles, stopping at the long table. “Here you go…” you whisper, watching his pale fingers grab the menu, yours still holding on. His leafy green eyes twinkle at you while he smirks, pulling the menu from your grip. “Do you want a dr-”

“Cheeseburger with no pickles, extra fries, with a can of Coke.” he smiles, handing the menu back to you; rings barely touching the edges of the laminated paper. You nod, about to spin towards the kitchen until he captures your wrist. “Bring the fries out first, yeah?” Again, you nod, heading to the kitchen and giving the order to the cook. Quickly, you pour his drink, taking it to him; his three rings clink against the glass. “Thanks, dollface.”

The small bell hung over the door jingles, signifying someone is coming in. Deciding it’s best to be out of sight, you scurry back around the counter, keeping your eyes focused on the restaurant’s telephone. “Allen. Nice to see you again.” the muscular blond sneers, “Have you considered my proposal?” he questions, fixing his leather jacket as he sits across from ‘Allen’.

One of the men steps forward protectively but the boss stops him. “Easy, Cisco.” he smirks, eyes never leaving the blond. “I’ve given it some thought, Mr. Queen. Maybe up the price, then we’ll talk.” he muses, watching you bring the basket of fries to the table, “Ah, wonderful! Thanks doll.”

You blush, cracking a little grin. ‘Queen’ suddenly pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans, aiming it at the brown haired man, who doesn’t flinch. “Barry, I need this. I’m begging you. Make the damn deal.” he growls through gritted teeth, blue eyes squinted in rage. You hold your breath, fear bubbling inside you.

Barry rises from his seat, leaning on the table with his hands clutched to the sides. “Now, now, Oliver, no need for weapons. It’s simple, I will do it, if you up the price. I don’t work for nothin’.” he smirks, waving one of his hands. “Going once.” he says in a demanding voice, eyeing Oliver. “Going twice.” he warns.

“Deal. I’ll get you the money next Tuesday.” Oliver grunts, tucking the gun behind his back with his jaw set.

A coy grin creeps on Barry’s face, “Good. Now, get outta my sight.” he waves his hand towards the door, picking up a crispy fry and munching on it. Oliver scowls, leaving the building. You just stand there in pure shock. He chews, glancing at you. “Sorry you had to see that, baby. But you did…” he sighs, dropping the fry in the basket, rubbing his index and thumb together, dusting off the salt.

You shake your head, clutching the pale green skirt of your uniform, “I…I won’t tell anyone, I swear!”

His hands clap together, rings clinking as his dress shoes waltz over to you. He smiles at you reassuringly, “I know you won’t.” he pouts almost mockingly, cupping your cheek; the cold rings press against your skin. “But, you belong to the Flash now.” he shrugs nonchalantly, spinning on his heel, and snapping at the door. His men open it for him and he struts out.