#(yeah basically)

[sleepinginherbed]

[tkstarss]

Deadpool: Wait, are we fighting or flirting?

Wolverine: My teeth are inches from your neck.

Deadpool: That… doesn’t really answer my question.

[geckosliktheireyes]

OOPSIE I TRIPPED…. *drops baseupha at your feet*

[dragoncall]

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

NPD culture is ????what???

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[conceptofjoy]

ultdirk: Finally, I have created and started the first session of Sburb, from the hit 2009 webcomic "Don't Create Or Play Sburb".

(i think, i haven't read hs2)

ult dirk voice and frankly its a necessary evil and SOMEONE has to do it to keep the machine turning so i shouldnt feel too bad about it

[crystal-cliffs]

Mmm the arlechi battle cats

[booyahhstormz]

did i ever say that my cousin discovered how to mod the Pine Point game so now him and me can basically make them say whatever we want.. and change the sprites.. we could make roadkill real..

[joe-spookyy]

Freaky wolverine be like hey guys it's me wolverine

anon how does it feel to be a genius

[marauderseraconfessions]

prongsfoot is an insanely based ship and people hate it because they’re cowards who hate to see best friends kiss

ᯓ★

[mage-witha-glock]

The Kazinski Brothers

[blueberrytwoberry]

as much as i do love laka, hina, and kainalu on rescue hi surf... the cheating plot is just wearing me out. i've gotten to the point of wincing with dread and going for the skip forward button whenever will shows up on my screen because, honestly, "what about the pain the cheater feels after cheating? haven't you thought about how sad cheaters are when they get caught cheating and no longer have someone to cheat on? isn't that sad for them, that their betrayal of a partner's trust has consequences? have you considered that cheaters cheat because they're just so in love?" as a thesis statement for the show has me like

[the-kingshound]

Arthur looking at his new spouse smiling and talking with their siblings and then a wave of dread goes over him when one of them looks towards him and he's just seeing a bunch of dead omens in his hall.

Damn-

[bassboosted-moon-chao]

This came to me as a random idea. I may make more of this. [Unfiltered version + ramble under the cut!]

So! kind of Beauty and the Beast/Don Bluth inspired. thought about a type I like (village beauty and unloved monster) and decided to apply it to these two. Liberties have been taken to put them in a more cartoonish style. In universe, I think this would be a silly production and no more. no actual beasts involved.

The scene depicted here is actually AZ rescuing him! rather than kidnapping him.

[totaleclipse573]

I was actually going to try and draw this out originally (it was going to be a different story,) but I think it works better in written/one-shot form. Basically I thought this up at 2 AM last night 👍

(Tw for manipulation and mentions of child abuse)

“What is it?” The tiny darkhog, maybe only a toddler, had rather foolishly asked. Though, could he really be blamed, with how young he was? He didn’t know any better. He hadn’t for a long time. 

His father pulled him in a little closer. It felt nice and warm when he did that. Was it him, or was it the gem that was the reason? 

“This is one of the Shards of Chaos,” Doleon had told him, speaking through the mental connection they shared. “It’s my job to protect all seven of them, and soon enough, it’ll be yours too. That’s what you’ve been training your little sparks for, remember?”

‘Protect.’ That was the word he always used.

“S-So I can be better! And the best!”

“And so that when the time comes, you’ll be fit for their power. It’s the highest honor one could be bestowed upon, and to get to it, one must become a perfect vessel, leaning into that power you’ve been gifted with. Embracing it.”

“…You need to learn how to use their power correctly.” Doleon then simplified his original statement, seeing the blank look his young son had given him afterwards.

“I dunno how.” Was Terios’ blunt reply, head slightly tilted.

“You need to make a connection with them. Make them aware of your presence and energy, it’ll be easier once the connection gets stronger.”

“How I do that?”

“All you have to do is touch it. Try and find its energy in your mind, feel it. And once you do, you’ll have a connection. Very small, but it can grow.”

“…H-How I feel it?”

“You’ll know, don’t worry.”

He could do that!

…except, he couldn’t. He was scared. And when he was scared, he resorted to his biggest source of comfort instead. 

“You’re okay…you don’t need to be afraid of it. I’m right here with you. This is to make you better, remember? You want that, right? You know I’m only doing what is best for you…”

He kept up with his facade of patience and care, one Terios had strongly believed to be genuine. 

The darkhog nodded, his face still burried into his fathers chest fluff.

“And do you trust me?”

Again, after a second, he slowly nodded. He was all that toddler ever knew. He trusted him with his whole heart. He trusted him and he adored him and he did everything he ever wanted of him and he wanted to be everything he would’ve liked him to be and…

He reached out to lightly touch the gem. The brightly glowing eerily hovering disaster of a gem.

At first, things seemed normal enough. It upset Terios, papa had told him there was supposed to be energy! And that he could feel it! He just had to be able to, he had to be better! 

“Is not working!” Terios’ ears drooped in both frustration and disappointment.

“It won’t happen right away, Terios. Focus very hard.”

He was already doing that, wasn’t he? Why was this so hard?! He just wanted to do the  energy thing his papa wanted him to do! What if he could never do it? What if he would never be good enough to do it?! Small sparks began to erupt from him as these very upsetting thoughts continued.

But it looked like that was enough to find the energy. It was energy for energy.

And it hurt.

Terios yelped, immediately backed his hand away from the Shard, and curling back up into his father’s fluff. He said it would be okay! That wasn’t okay! He was quivering, starting to cry.

“No, Terios, remember what I told you?” Doleon scolded the child, switching from their telepathic communication and speaking out loud. “We do not cry. If you keep doing that, I’ll have to punish you again. You’re going to hold a very important position one day, so you need to learn that crying is a weakness before that time comes. And if you want to be the best you can be, you can’t ever show weakness. Do you understand?”

Terios sniffled, moving away from Doleon to wipe his own tears with his hand. “Mm-hmm. I’m sorry. It hurts here.” He pointed to his chest. 

“That’s completely normal. It means you did it right. The more you practice, and the stronger connection you gain to them, the less you’ll feel it, I promise.”

That part technically hadn’t been a lie. But it had certainly gotten much, much worse before it got any better. 

“Okay. I’m sleepy now.”

That was it. The toddler had dismissed it without another thought, laying against his father to drift off to sleep. He said it was normal, that it would all be perfectly fine. And the darkhog so easily believed him. What else was he supposed to do?

That was the child he saw in the mirror presently. The same child who had always been so blind to see how truly terrible his father was, and would continue to be without remorse, simply because he had not known anything more. 

He looked down, away from his own grotesque reflection. There was that old pain in his chest again. 

Except this felt slightly different. This felt more like a sinking, aching feeling in his heart than his general chest. This had nothing to do with Shard energy.

Doom-Doleon had been using him, manipulating him ever since he could comprehend spoken words (albeit mental ones.) There was never a “protection” part in this grand scheme involving the Shards of Chaos. 

There wouldn’t have been a whole ritual done to forcibly connect him with the Shards and their vastly dangerous energy before he could even properly walk otherwise. 

The Shards existed for the purpose of destruction. And all this time, Terios had been helping Doleon collect them all to be able to bring about that destruction. There was nothing “righteous” about it. There was nothing righteous about him.

The guilt had been swallowing Terios whole, ever since he had approached the heroes, now motivated to fight back against his father and his plans. But that wasn’t before he had been beaten for his multitude of failures. Badly.

So now, here he was. In front of this thing called a mirror, staring at the state he was in. According to some of the others, none of it was normal. Not the dark spots underneath his eyes, not the way his fur looked (apparently, it needed to be cared for,) and not the many bandages he needed to wear to try and stop the bleeding, either. Not like he wanted to wear them anyway…

He had never seen himself before today. Had things…always been like this…?

What a father he had…