#lets hecking go

[aceaxeaxis]

Drew me and my internet friends sonas in a band :3 (they play midwest emo and hardcore)

[parched-paper]

spideypool is like that one couple you know that act like theyre in their 80s and have been married basically forever even though they met five years ago.

like theyll be in the grocery store arguing over what kind of bread they should get but its more of a debate than an argument if that makes sense? but its also kind of an argument, and they both know theyre just gonna end up getting the same kind of bread they always do (probably cracked wheat but im not an expert on bread) and also they both know each others coffee orders better than their own.

i bet they would share a bottle of dr pepper while watching that one youtube video where the guy watched every barbie movie to find out which one was the best, but they drink the dr pepper out of wine galsses and talk about completely unrelated things the whole time. btw i dont care if this is inaccurate i just need to put thoughts about them out into the world they cant stay in my head

[blackkatdraws2]

This little NPC is lost. The Narrator [Black] has come to guide her back to where she needs to be. [Blank Scripts AU]

I imagine Black would be a lot more tolerant toward his NPCs since they're basically just the Dungeons spawns, and by extension, his own creations.

[If you're familiar with manhwas / manhuas that features the dungeon / system genre, you'd be able to understand this AU a lot easier. The majority of my inspiration for worldbuilding came from those specific genres.]

[NOTE: 'Dungeon' is just another term for the Parable. Technically, Black owns a Dungeon and the Parable is just a small part of it. The Dungeon itself is much, much larger.]

For context, the comic below references this post about the Dungeon's children/guard dogs.

[They're more like the immune system since all they do is make sure the (body) is safe.]

[The reason the Narrator [Black] considers them his children is that the Dungeon is feeding off his energy and in turn shares the 'nutrients' to the monsters it produces, which transforms them into an image that resembles his power.]

And the old man below is Joseph!

Joseph is NOT AN NPC! He is a person who exists outside of the Dungeon!

[There are two separate 'worlds' for this AU. Inside the Dungeon (where most of the game-like stuff is happening) and the world outside (pretty much their normal world.)]

[There is a secret third world, and that's our world. Our reality.]

These characters are not actually important or anything, I just made them to make the AU feel more lively. To make a world that exists, you know?

When the Narrator [Black] first established himself in their world, he found a growing problem with homelessness. Not understanding human norms or why this has become a problem in the first place, he offers (tricks) them into working for him as janitors for the Dungeon and they accept for the money.

Most of them left after they got paid, but Joseph was one of the people who stayed. He doesn't have anywhere else to go and has no ambitions in life. He just wishes to live a peaceful life with food and a roof over his head.

Joseph defaults to referring to the Narrator [Black] with feminine terms due to his appearance despite his voice. The Narrator [Black] is not the type to care for such terms anyway so he doesn't care how other people refer to him as long as there's respect.

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This post focuses more on the worldbuilding and background aspects of the AU! There are a lot more in store for the Blank Scripts AU, and I want to explore more on how the characters might interact with their surroundings and how this would work to make a world that makes sense.

It would be so cool if people made self-inserts or OCs for my AU actually. I'd love to see how you guys would work with my stuff. Play around with it like a barbie world for your little barbie dolls. Be canon compliant, be canon divergent, who cares, have fun.

[lynn-tged-posting]

a contemplative knight... and his noble going blehhh!!! :P

based on this

they're so silly . also i think lloyd would really like lorasia rain bc way less air pollution -> less acid rain, probably. idk it's been like eight years since i've taken bio

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

[bibliophilesince2003]

Transformers One Incorrect Quotes (3)

Because of the post I made right before this, I was inspired to write this. It's an incorrect quote, but also an "altered" scene that already exists.

Orion: Hey, Darkwing! My finger can transform... guess which one? D-16: Don't... Orion: I'M DEFENDING MY FUTURE WIFE, SHUT UP. D-16: *stunned* Darkwing: *also stunned* Elita: Elita: Marry me.

[momochimchim]

Hi.... I remembered i got free will so i drew them in little outfits bc it gives me joy!!!!!

(Sorry for that one i had to lol)

Honorary mention to that one animation with beso de tres cuz it got me into the shipp lol

[star-scroll]

Ectoberhaunt Day 13

Isekai: Old Hero New World

[asti-doodles]

He is the Roxanne Ritchie to her Megamind.

(yes she's kaboomed the wall to meet her prince)

Find the no dust version under the cut :)

[bleue-flora]

Okay, hear me out, what if Dream’s map wall is actually just him learning how to read maps. Like because Techno made fun of him in prison for not knowing how and he realized while sitting in prison that it was a life regret he had that he couldn’t do so…

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I've said it before, but I need to put them in a Saw trap together and watch them stumble out of it kissing

[toraleistripe]

Ikuzo Baikinman (full song) from Go! Anpanman: The Shining Star's Tear | それいけ! アンパンマン キラキラ星の涙 | Soreike! Anpanman Kirakira Boshi no Namida | (x)

[justanotherfanfolks]

CHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?

[egginfroggin]

Brainworms are at it again.

His nephew is the first person to greet him before the funeral, followed quickly by Shermie, and then the two five-year-old children who anyone can see will be extremely hard-pressed to sit still for any length of time. “Greetings” for the twins means that Mabel – just as loud as she was when she was a baby, he notes – throws herself at his legs and does her level best to climb him like a tree while dragging Mason along for the ride. He has a moment to regret not reaching out earlier before tossing dirt over the thought in favor of trying to stop Mabel from worming her way under his jacket. Results are debatable. The struggle ends with her slung over his arm like a folded dishrag, giggling away, while Mason – or Dipper, as he apparently likes to go by now – holds onto two of his six fingers on his free hand. Ford has no idea where their parents went, and Shermie is trying and failing to stifle laughter, having been absolutely no help whatsoever.

“What kinds of creatures are there in these woods?” Dipper asks one day, standing on tiptoe beside Ford at the stove. Mabel stands on a stool a handful of paces over, whisking pancake batter with utter abandon. “Squirrels. Bears. Cougars. Opossums. Raccoons. Several species of mice.” Ford could go on, but he reaches over Dipper’s head to steady Mabel when she almost topples over reaching for the chocolate chips on the counter. Stars, these children are short. Were he and Stanley that short at their age? “That’s not what I meant,” Dipper sighs. “I mean like….” He trails off, biting his lip. “Anything spooky!” Mabel says, grinning wide and bright. There’s already a smear of chocolate in her teeth, the bag of sugary chips open and invaded within seconds of her grabbing it. “Orrrrrr, y’know… magical? In a big, mysterious forest like this? I'll bet Bigfoot would love it here.” Ah. That’s not good. “I’d consider rabies to be plenty ‘spooky,’ considering its similarities to a stereotypical zombie bite,” he says flatly, tossing a pat of butter into a skillet. “Or prions.” Mabel makes a face, and Dipper shakes his head again. “Also not what we mean,” the boy says, and, okay, time to nip this in the bud. “I’m sure there are plenty of things in these woods that have yet to be documented,” he says, holding a hand out for the bowl of batter. Dipper smacks the ladle into his broad palm, and, okay, close enough. “You are not the ones to document them. Matter of fact, consider them all a reason to stay out of the woods.” “But –” “No buts,” he cuts in, fixing them both with a stern stare. “You know the rules.” Mabel slides the bowl over, lips fixed in a slight pout, and he takes it. “And believe me,” he says, more gently now, “the squirrels are problematic enough.” That gets a small smile out of them, and he breathes a silent breath of relief.

(There’s a whisper in the back of his mind, the same one that likes to wake up when he doesn’t sleep, telling him that they don’t trust him, that they’re plotting something, that maybe he shouldn’t trust them, either) (He swiftly silences it and shoves it in a box to drown in sheer, unadulterated fondness for Dipper and Mabel) “If you’re sure,” he says, and Mabel gives him a hug around the middle. He smiles and pats her hair before picking up his mug of coffee. “If you ever need to talk about anything, you know I’m here, yes?” They exchange a look – guilty? Worried? It’s gone too fast for him to decipher, and then they’re nodding and saying that right now they’re just hungry and want some lunch and can they please have some ice cream for lunch pretty please? He huffs and tells them no, and they pout and huff right back. Ford is done with the first mug of coffee when a wave of sleepiness comes over him like a sneak attack from the twins. He doesn’t even manage to set the next one to brew before he winds up on the floor, and ah, he thinks on the way down, that was definitely guilt they were feeling.

“Did you kill him?” It’s the middle of summer, and everything is wrong.

[bluebellwrenart]

All of my Black Ops ladies in formal outfits 💛💙❤️🖤

From left to right—

Joanne (Mason's wife, David's mother), Lillian (paired with Weaver), Claire (paired with Adler), Nadia (OC!Bell, paired with Woods)

[nenoname]

Hi, you mentioned in a post that Stan quotes moby dick at some point and I wanted to know where?

I’m currently reading moby dick and I really wanna incorporate some of its narration into a fic about the Stan twins

stan says "from hell heck's heart i stab at thee" in swine before time! it was probably just a pop culture reference but now i don't think it's a far cry to assume that he read a bunch of books about the sea

but for more moby dick stuff, alex directly compared ford to ahab in terms of wanting to murder bill so the idea of ford also reading it and taking the completely wrong message from it is hilarious, mr "icarus should've flapped harder"