#excel plays

[humming-fly]

was anyone gonna tell me shadow saved rouge's life in sa2 or was I just supposed to find that out playing the game myself

(this worked out as a rather fitting closer for the Final Day in Year of Shadow haha, hope ya'll have a fun new year! 🎉🎉🎉)

[samstarium]

very special set of gomens icons for pride this year. happy pride to everyone, no matter what ur situation is rn. keep lovin urself n know that aziraphale and crowley love u so much!!

all art is from hg-aneh (10/10)

transparents under the cut

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[jester-privilege]

I've been trying to do more colouring, especially to find ways to practice lighting in different styles. This is from one of our AUs, called Do You Come Here Often - Robotnik meets Stone, a bartender, during a painfully boring charity gala and they hit it off.

I wrote a short story based on our RP, so I'm putting it under the cut below!

A charity gala. A waste of time, that’s what it was. Something to stroke the already grossly swollen egos of the guests, most of whom just loved masquerading as philanthropists for the tax cuts. 

It was well below Doctor Robotnik, and yet, he’d been forced kicking and screaming into a suit to sweet-talk potential investors. There was going to be reckoning once he was back in the lab. Maybe he’d launch the latest incompetent assistant into space. 

“ - and another thing - do you use that - that stuff, that comes from babies -” 

Then there was this asshole. Trapped into a conversation, Robotnik could barely maintain his rictus grin as he leaned his elbow on the bar counter, listening to the gormless, chinless man yammer on and on. Rich, politically active, and an absolute imbecile. Robotnik was going to strangle him with his stupid bowtie. 

“Because let me tell you, pal,” his conversation partner slurred. “When I’m a senator, I’m - banning all that shit. It’s not right - it’s just wrong, you know -” 

“Yes, we wouldn’t want the harmless salvage of iron rich cells from biowaste,” Robotnik muttered under his breath. 

“Yeah!” The other man gestured, coming dangerously close to spilling his watered down whiskey. “You get it - good man - what was your name again, Robot - something?” 

“Doctor Robotnik,” Robotnik said, in clipped tones.  

The man chortled. “Oh come on, you’re not a real doctor.” 

Robotnik squeezed his martini hard enough to hear it crack. His smile grew wider, his pupils narrowing. He was going to - 

“Gentlemen! Do I spy empty glasses?” a perky voice interrupted them. Robotnik turned, stiffly, and stared at the bartender - a rather handsome, well-groomed man with dark, twinkling eyes.

Robotnik’s conversation partner blinked, and looked down at his nearly empty glass. “Oh, well spotted, boy. Whaddya recommend?” 

“May I recommend you try my special blend?” the bartender suggested, his voice lowering an octave as he slid forward a glass, his movements mesmerisingly precise. “I promise it has a kick like you won’t believe.” 

The man chuckled, reaching for the fresh drink. “Just so you know, I don’t believe in tipping,” he said, as if gunning for the title of world’s most loathsome man, and downed half of the drink in one go. 

The bartender smiled peacefully. 

“Bit of a weird aftertaste,” the man slurred. He blinked, suddenly tilting forward sharply. A hand shot out, and the bartender grabbed the man’s hair, guiding his head to rest on the counter. 

“There we are,” the bartender said cheerfully. “Nice and easy. Now,” and he leaned back, smiling at Robotnik like he hadn’t just drugged his customer. “What can I get you, Doctor Robotnik?” 

Robotnik took a moment, blinking as he adjusted - and then raised his eyebrow. He was, despite himself, curious. “Not - what, a mix of ketamine and benzo?” 

“Trade secret, I’m afraid,” the bartender said, smiling. The man in the next stool snored loudly. Robotnik stood up, moving a few spaces over, and the bartender followed him. 

“I supposed you did save a life,” Robotnik said, haughtily. “His, I mean. How do you know my name?” 

“I heard the other gentleman mention it,” the bartender said. “Of course, I did recognise it.” As he spoke, he pulled out a glass, pouring in some ice. “I remember reading your paper on hive mind artificial intelligence. I always wondered whether you ever built anything based on your theories.” 

If Robotnik had been curious before, he was now drawn in, like a moth to a flame. Of course, there was a good chance he was going to get murdered tonight. “You read my - “ He paused, taking a moment to lower his voice and curb the enthusiasm. “Early prototypes showed some information lag,” he said, warily. “I’ve made some adjustments to the data compression and prioritisation - out of curiosity, how much of it did you actually understand?”

The bartender, in the midst of pouring something in the glass, blinked. “Most of it, I assume,” he said. “I did have to make some notes, to research and fully comprehend it, but - you’re a very entertaining writer, Doctor. I enjoyed your footnotes.” 

Robotnik’s footnotes were exclusively reserved for insulting other researchers. He found himself smiling, crookedly. “There’s a functional hive now.” 

The bartender looked startled, and then smiled, his teeth flashing. “Seriously? That’s amazing. How many?”

Robotnik shifted in his seat, starting to find his groove. “Three main hives, inter-connected via slow transfer - much faster on their intra-network. Fifteen, thirty-three and hundred and seven, respectively. It would be much more if my budget wasn’t decided by mouth-breathing knuckle-draggers.” 

“That’s still respectable numbers,” the bartender responded, enthusiastically. “I’d love to see them in action some day.” 

“Oh, would you now?” Robotnik smiled. “Which country are you spying for?”

To his surprise, the bartender laughed. 

“I wish I was in espionage,” the bartender said dryly. “I’m just a fan, Doctor. Personal interest - I saw some of your earlier work, in the field, a few years back.” 

“In the field?” Robotnik raised an eyebrow. “What sort of field does a bartender end up in, exactly?” 

“None whatsoever,” the bartender replied, mouth curling. “I was a mercenary. Gun for hire.”

“And now you’re bartending?” Robotnik asked, skeptically. 

“Well, I did just kill that guy,” the bartender said easily, nodding to the slumped figure a few seats away. “So after I clean up here, that’s my night done.” He smiled. “I’m Stone, by the way.” 

“...Pleasure,” Robotnik said weakly. He stared at Stone. He thought for a moment. 

“So,” he said, clearing his throat. “A fan. Don’t tell me you’ve only read one of my papers.” 

Stone pushed a drink towards Robotnik, smiling slyly. He was rather handsome, in a well-groomed, fit and conventionally attractive way, Robotnik had to admit. 

“Of course not, Doctor. That one was just my favourite - well, besides the one you wrote about applied nanotechnology -” 

“That one was utter garbage,” Robotnik said, waving his hand as he accepted the drink. “I’ve since scrapped it, started fresh with a new approach - the new paper is nearly done, if you -” he stopped himself, feeling the skin under his collar heat up. 

“If I what?” Stone asked curiously. 

“If you want to read it,” Robotnik said stiffly. “You said you were nearly done here, right? How about we blow this popsicle stand and - you come over to my hotel room, and I can show you a thing or two?” 

To his confusion, Stone went momentarily quiet, his eyes widening, before the other man stammered out a reply. 

“I - I’d love to! If you’re sure - I mean, I swear I’m not a spy - I just heard you were here, so I took on this gig in the hopes of catching a glimpse, I didn’t -” 

Robotnik raised his hand sharply, starting to feel uncomfortably warm. “Bzzzt! I’m well aware this is an honour for you! Save the yammering for later - I want to get out of here.” 

Stone had been handsome before, but he was much more so when he was flustered. Not that Robotnik cared about that - it was just rare to meet anyone who admired his work, let alone understood even half of it. He might as well use the rest of his night for something pleasant. 

“Okay, sure,” Stone said, clearly breathing slowly to calm himself down. “Uh - I have some protection on me, if we need it,” he added, shyly. 

Robotnik snorted, standing up, starting to already pull off his cursed bowtie. “Maybe for yourself, Stone. I have no need for it.” He paused, momentarily tempted to introduce Stone to his gloves - but decided against it. He’d have plenty of time for it back at the hotel, away from spying eyes. 

Behind him, Stone all but rushed from behind the bar over to him, hurrying to catch up with Robotnik’s long strides. He was blabbering on about hoping they weren’t moving too fast - as if Robotnik couldn’t get out of here fast enough. He glanced back at the other man, his chest tightening briefly at Stone’s earnest expression. Stone really was stupidly good-looking. He supposed that would be nice to look at, while they went over his papers. 

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[sysig]

I was inspired from on high (Patreon)

[lowpolyanimals]

Carnivorous Chinchompa from Old School RuneScape

[t-hirstreview]

[scalycat]

Feeling a bit giddy this morning... sooo I need to know-- will there be another Crow! training session in which Lucanis (tops) wins? Mayhaps? 😏

Maaaaaybe...

A brat, and a brat tamer 🫡 ( Prev > here! )

[thirstyforbettertwilight]

they did edward so dirty in the movies sometimes but this. this is a BANGER line. Edward Cullen, champion of yearning, WOULD say that

[poisonghoulart]

S.I.L.A.H.A - Beauty

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 10!

and oh, what a week it's been... so, how are we feeling about 8x09?

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

atomic spiral | ameliahart/@melliehart | 13.3k | E

Eddie starts cockblocking Buck. Things escalate from there. oh crazygirl eddie, how much i love you <3 absolutely loved his characterisation here and i though the bit with chris' "emergency" was super fun!!

blame it on the [painkillers] | OneTrueEmotion/@one-eighteen | 2.7k | GA

Featuring a broken arm, some painkillers, and an accidental love confession. so cute and soft and fun <3 i loved buck being a little loopy!!

brojob | WendigoBaby | 6.8k | E

eddie asks buck to show him a good time and they find joy along the way. loved buck's characterisation here!! and the premium buck 1.0 bit made me giggle <3

broken pieces fit together | foxwatson/@eddiediazes | 2.7k | T

When Buck gets home from the hospital, he stays with the Diazes - and stays in Eddie's bed. Maybe Eddie isn't the only one getting comfort from it. i can't even count how many times i've reread this, that's how much i love this one! such lovely hurt/comfort <3

deep inside a gold mine | marviless/@marviless | 8.5k | T

in which eddie is in love and a bit clingy about it. oh, how i adore clingy eddie <3 he deserves to be clingy!! let him cling!! this is such a gem of a fic for sure <3

everything's growing in our garden | mostardent/@laracrofted | 29.8k | E

Eddie moves to El Paso for the rest of the school year, and Buck grows a garden in his backyard and waits for him to come home. this fic!! i genuinely think this is my favourite eddie goes to el paso fic ever. it's so beautifully written, has some really funny moments too but is mostly just so gorgeous. my green thumb starts and ends with the one succulent i've had for two years, but this makes me want to pick up gardening for real. so, so good <3

feel you forever | semperama/@semperama | 5.8k | E

Buck isn’t hard, not yet, not all the way, but he still can’t help but squirm, like Eddie can see through his clothes, through his skin even, to the heart of him where he’s hiding all these fucked up desires. “Is this…” Eddie meets his eyes again. “Is this new?” SO hot. buck is so real for having a thing for eddie's hands for sure, and i loved reading about it!! so good!!

hold me closer | smilingbuckley/@smilingbuckley | 2.2k | T

Buck has a tough shift when he fills in at the B-shift. He goes to Eddie for comfort. i am a simple person. i see the tag forehead kisses, i click on the fic, i repeat this approximately 27 times. this fic feels like a warm hug after a long day, and i'm sure i'll be back to click on it for the 28th time very soon <3

homophobia in the build-a-bear | paleredheadinascifi | 2.9k | T

Eddie builds a very gay Build-A-Bear. Unless you ask Buck. Then it's just a very rainbow ally bear. this is so fun and cute and so them <3 loved it so much!!

in sickness, in health | earthtolovers/@earthtolovers | 10.9k | E

Eddie gets sick. Buck takes care of him—in more ways than one. domestic and soft and also so hot wow. i love their dynamic in this one!!

let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be | theheartbelieves | 26.7k | E

Eddie and Buck share a bed during their pandemic bubble and things escalate. oh, the glory of freak4freak buddie fics <3 the explicit scenes here are very very good, but i also really enjoyed the moments with hen and chimney!

moving on from him is impossible | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 3k | E

Eddie is stressed and has trouble... unwinding, while in El Paso. Buck helps. Like a good friend would. the best buck narration!! and such great dialogue <3 loved loved loved reading this one!!

speaking your (love) language | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 11.6k | T

Eddie's love language is acts of service and Buck takes full advantage of this information. this is so soft and full of love <3 i adore it!!

was i even on your way? | rangerdanger/@call-me-medusa | 3k | M

Buck gets reminded of something that happened he'd rather forget. the one thing i'll never forgive this show for is how they treated the dr wells thing, so i'm always so glad when i see fics discussing that further. this was both a really great look at buck's feelings about it, and also has some really lovely buddie <3

you're not saying you're in love with me (but you're going to) | turquoiseviolet/@turquoisevioiet | 29k | T

it takes an attempted home purchase, a holiday trip to texas, and some sisterly meddling for these two idiots to have some realizations. such a stunning fic!! i love the diaz sister so much and this has incredible chris characterisation! the scene on the pullout couch was my favourite <3

[sforzesco]

AKHENATEN

uhhh let's see. I combined some sketches I did of Nefertiti and Akhenaten and ended up somewhere here for an Akhenaten design. in my heart, it's for a comic but there's so much visual research I'd have to do before I could even think about approaching a comic. oof.

anyway moving on: Akhenaten was a childhood obsession! and then I moved onto other things, as one does, but then a couple months ago I decided to check out some books and now I have a headache.

Akhenaten, Ronald T. Ridley

[titaniumions]

A Knight helping his kids beat a hard level in Super Mario Land, 1990s

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Beauties in 1986 chinese drama Journey to the West西游记

yutujing玉兔精 jade rabbit spirit

zhizhujing蜘蛛精 spider spirit

chang'e嫦娥 moon goddess

jin bi bai mao shu jing金鼻白毛鼠精 Golden nosed white haired mouse spirit

nv er guo guo wang女儿国国王 The Queen of Women's Kingdom 

[clumsypuppy]

whatever. go my scarab

ive been watching scruffys pikmin 4 playthrough (go check it out!!!!)