#//sorry im trash

[necroticghost]

im so fucking useless

[chloesimaginationthings]

I'm not sure if this has been asked before (sorry if it has) but who's your favorite animatronic?

Here’s a handful of my top faves! Monty is probably my absolute favourite

Foxy I was obsessed with when I was younger, Ballora I always found to be very creepy/pos, and Helpy is my best friend

[timewillpasssoon]

reader and joost being on a picnic just eating fruit, fluff and reader being a master of making flowers crowns? :))

LOW NOISE

pairing . Joost Klein x gn!reader

content . reader can be seen as male or female aswell, just fluff and short

summary . reader and joost decide to go on a picnic before he leaves to canada.

word count 329 words, 1,8k characters

author's note . THIS IS A QUICK ONE WHILE IM WORKING ON OTHER STUFFF

Underneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Joost Klein and you sat on a cozy blanket, surrounded by the vibrant sky of a summer afternoon. A basket carrying fruit inside, the scent of ripe strawberries and juicy watermelon wafting through the air.

The two decided that it would be great to have a picnic date. Mainly because Joost was traveling to Canada and today was the last day before he had to go.

Joost grinned as he reached for a slice of mango, his laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the distance. You nimbled on some fresh sour grapes from the little vine, popping them into their mouth with a satisfied hum.

"This is perfect," Joost remarked, taking in the serene. "I'm glad we decided to have a picnic today." You nodded, a soft smile gracing their lips as they reached for a peach. "Me too. It's nice to just relax and enjoy the moment."

As he savored the sweetness of the fruit, your gaze drifted to a patch of wildflowers nearby. With a playful twinkle in your eyes, you reached for a few blossomed flowers, carefully weaving them together into a delicate crown. You did this by making a vertical hole in the long stem, proceeding to stick in another flower inside said hole.

"Check this out," they said, placing the flower crown atop Joost's head with grace.Joost chuckled, adjusting the crown, "Am I a king now?"

You laughed, their eyes amurged with amusement. "Of course, your majesty.” You playfully bow, which was quite awkward to do since you were sitting down.

Together, they shared a moment of lighthearted laugh, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow over their picnic beneath the oak tree. “I'll miss you. You've been so busy lately,” You stop your sentence, “But I'm so, so proud of you.” You placed your hand on his cheek, wiping your thumb left and right. Joost stares at your eyes,

“I love you.”

QUICKLY WROTE THIS SORRY FIR NOT UPLOADING, i am working on let me think, all i have to say is that i am separating part 2 into 2 parts !!

[valdeswan]

Alberu: can you do a march in February? For the moral of the kingdom

Cale, zoning out: ???

Alberu, used to it: Can. February. March.?

Cale, without hesitation: no, but April May.

*Alberu, thinking about the pros and cons of throwing his brother through the window*

[corvid-ghost]

Listen. Listen I KNOW that in "The Drakes Spoiled Brat"/trash Tim au, Jason has basically the same build as normal BUT my mind tells me no

He's smaller, he didn't die, so he changes in looks also has longer hair for some reason idk

He's like 20 or early 20's and he looks like that instead of 30 year old man who's seen the horrors

In my mind

[snippit-crickit]

scottie loves watching endless soap operas and getting absolutely overwhelmed by them and later has trouble sleeping at night cus hes kicking his feet thinking about his favourite ships

[tubbytarchia]

sorry I'm thinking about minecraft

[dizzybizz]

hppapy sunmday everyone 👍

i spent a day on magma again...

[biowho]

Hello! If you would like a little more context about what happened: yes, a bunch of people completely and I think willfully misconstrued what Kala said and started spreading a lot of disinformation. Kala was warning about the embargo for the huge press preview event held in San Francisco being up on the 19th and people started saying that "playtesters" were going to start posting untagged spoilers because they were mad on power or something. It became so absurd that somewhere down the grapevine some were even convinced that "playtesters" were given the whole game and that they were going to spoil it which is not true and not how review codes work in the first place. I don't even think that those people were aware of the press event, they just decided to believe what they wanted about the spoiler warning and run with it for a whole day. The personal attacks started almost immediately. No matter that Kala has been saying that she was going to tag spoilers for months, that many members of the community council repeatedly stated that they are still under NDA for what they saw during development or that content creators being invited to press events and previews is normal. Also, there were hundreds of attendees, standard press included. They got to play for around 6 hours and they have been given guidelines about what they're allowed to talk about, as it always happens. That's industry standard. All of that was public information way before Kala's tweet was posted (I was already aware of the details because a couple of Italian creators I follow posted about it before and after the event) so there's really no excuse for their behavior.

[thimbell]

@intotheelliwoods here's your snacks as promised

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Lies and Alibis

Have this totally unedited and margarita fueled piece of mafia!au nikolai x chubby!reader.

Part 2

It had been a survival tactic really, latching onto the bear of a man in a slick black suit, the gold chain around his neck glittering under the light of the chandelier. She’d done her best, slinking around in corners with a glass of champagne in her hand, trying to play at being casual at this lavish party she’d been sent to in the russian countryside. 

She had had a hell of a time trying to hunt down a suitable partner to go to the party with her. Someone who spoke english fluently enough meet her in the middle with her piss poor russian. She understood well enough, speaking was the problem, her accent clumsy. The little language app on her phone could only do so much. She should have known better really, should have caked on more makeup, wore a wig, something. But she’d realized her error to late as one too many suspicious eyes followed her about the place, one too many familiar faces watching her just out of the periphery of her vision. 

Better to at least attempt to camouflage herself, shifting her expression to one of vague confusion and worry. She’d spotted him through the crowd, big and bulky, with gorgeous brown eyes and a warm booming laugh. Black hair coiffed back neatly, the strands tickling his neck. He looked polite enough. So she feigned eureka. Slipping through the crowd and sliding her arm in his, praying to every god in existence that he would just be tickled to have a woman on his arm. 

–

Nikolai only stiffened a moment, hand shifting slightly toward his belt before dropping entirely as he took in the soft thing now clinging to his arm. She flashed him a sheepish smile, eyes pleading from under long pretty lashes. She certainly didn't belong here, all luxurious curves highlighted under a soft satin dress. He had his own mission to attend to, but one look at her face had him immediately following along with whatever sidequest this young lady was about to be. 

“Privet,  Zaychonok”  He greets, returning her smile with a warm one of his own, patting her hand against his forearm. Her relief is palpable as she scrubs her fingers against the fabric of his forearm. A subtle thanks as she takes a long swig from her glass.  He snags her another as the waiter passes, easing it into her hand smoothly. 

–

She’s beyond grateful that this russian saint, does all of the talking. He’s honestly a great conversationalist from what she can gather. He glosses over her arrival completely and continues casually, holding a glass of amber liquid in his free hand and keeping her hand tucked snuggly in the crook of his arm. She was supposed to be listening out for some sort of smuggling details, weapons, she was told, all she needed was a destination and that would be good enough. Naturally no such destinations are even mentioned, and when she ponders giving up, feigning a visit to the bathroom and shimmying out the door the large russian snakes an arm around her waist, guiding her along beside him as the group moves along. His palm is warm, and she can feel the rough edge of calluses through the thin satin fabric of her dress. 

Nikolai, she would come to learn, was up to as much good as she was. Of course he would be, she was at a fucking fancy dinner party for the god damn russian underground. Everyone here was either a politician or criminal, as if those things were different. It was both a worry and relief as Nikolai kept a firm hand against her side. As the group navigated toward a table, Nikolai pulled out her chair, sliding it close beside his own and taking her hand, guiding her down into seat like a gentleman before taking his seat beside her, unbuttoning his waist coat before settling. He leaned back,  draping an arm around her shoulders, settling an ankle against his knee as his fingers toyed with the strap of her dress. They looked like a regular couple, and she found herself a bit lost in the fantasy of it. Fake or not it had been some time since a man had held her this way, protective and possessive, with such nonchalance that it didn't feel suffocating. She didnt feel lesser next to this stranger, but cared for, watched over, with the underlying current that the man beside her can and most certainly has killed for less noble causes. 

The thought of it made something in her silly little brain purr and she leans against him, relaxing enough to play along just a bit more. For the bit of course. 

So much into the bit that she doesn't catch the conversation happening in her direction. Only blinks a bit owlishly as Nikolai looks at her with amusement. 

“Da, malyshka?” he asks with a chuckle. 

“Da” she chirps without delay, mustering up enough acting skills to at least repeat the simple affirmative with the correct lilt. 

Nikolai looks proud as he slides his fingers along her shoulder, cupping her neck in large palm, thumb petting along the baby hairs of her neck as he pulls her closer to his side in affectionate embrace. However rather than pull away, she stays there, cheek resting against his shoulder as he continues his petting. She feels warm against the man’s arm, safe and borderline sleepy, no longer concerned with the suspicious eyes that had followed her in the beginning of the night. Brave enough to legitimately excuse herself the the ladies room, she murmurs what she thinks is the correct phrase and he eases his arm away enough for her to wriggle out of the nest of his side. 

She’s washing her hands, listening to the soft music play through the corridor before an eerie silence has her freezing. The music stops, and all that can be heard is very angry sounding russian being barked across the music hall. She moves slowly, peering through the gap in the door to find her very saint throwing hands with far too many men to be a fair fight. Her bear sized knight crumpling to the floor when the butt of a rifle connects with his face.

Another man barks orders, pointing his finger across the hall. 

Nikolai was the first. And she was certainly next.

[rozer-prime]

So there's this idea @captainseamech told me the other day that got me making a quick little doodle + coloring and quick shading of the thing

The reference picture he sent me that got me inspired

[siblingshuffle]

Sibling Shuffle: Suspicion

“What? Why on earth would Dr. Wily make a robot that fights robots that HE reprogrammed?”

“I’m not sure. …Maybe I should check on her, just to be safe— huh?”

“What? What is it?”

“The lab door - it’s locked from the inside!”

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Sorry again for the delay!

————— LORE:

So. I’m not sure if it’s really established if Bass was really that badly damaged from Shade Man or if he was playing it up, but Piano did sustain heavy damage. That being said, she always was more of a strategist than a battle-hungry fighter, so I can’t imagine that she didn’t see this as an opportunity to accomplish her goals with a minimal amount of conflict.

As for the Lights, Dr. Light was always very optimistic, but he had a strange feeling about his daughter’s new alleged ally. Not enough that he would refuse fixing her (he’s way too nice to do that) but definitely enough that Blues decided to look into who built her. That search wasn’t going very well… Until Dr. Light got a good look at Piano’s systems, and realized just how similar they were to Roll’s.

This was weird to him for several reasons:

Internal systems often look very different from Robot Master to Robot Master.

Roll is a first-generation Lightbot, making it strange for someone would copy her design - there have probably been many advancements in technology since her creation that would be more efficient, but Piano’s systems look almost the same as Roll’s.

Roll is a Helper robot/Child, making it weird that someone would copy her design to make a combat robot. While the public may know her as the heroic Super Fighting Robot, Roll wasn’t built with that in mind, hence her childlike design. Piano also has a childlike design, but she identified herself as a robot built for combat (making design choices like a child’s face and robot hair very strange).

So. Someone very likely copied Roll’s design. And that Someone knew how to do it and knew how to design a core strong enough to support a robot like Piano, and knew how to build weapons similar to Roll’s Mega Buster. And guess who fits that criteria and is a serial plagiarist?

——— This next section is just breaking down Blues’s List of People Who (Probably) Didn’t Build Piano (at least, the candidates he listed aloud.)

Cossack Robotics Laboratory: He looked into them first because Dr. Cossack did build a combat robot in the past (even if it was under duress). I decided to go with one of the few things I know about the Megamix/Gigamix continuity: the whole thing with Skull & Ring Man’s functions. I went with Skull Man being the only CossackBot made for combat, while Ring Man was made to be like a detective (though he hadn’t been activated as a detective - his first time waking up was with Wily’s programming installed). Unlike that version of Skull Man, though, Sibling Shuffle Skull Man was repurposed once Kalinka was safely un-kidnapped - now he’s like her bodyguard (just to be sure she is never re-kidnapped). (Credit for that last idea.)

Geoworks International: His investigation into Geoworks was probably the quickest lol. He kinda just called up Tempo and was basically like “Hey, you get any new sisters since Rhythm? No? Yeah, I didn’t think Dr. LaLinde built her anyway.” (He didn’t want to speak to Dr. LaLinde directly, so called his best friend instead lol)

The Military: The energy consumption of robots with independent thought was a bit high** for the US*** government to want any. They have plenty of Joes, instead. Sniper, Gunner, Hammer, Rider, Apache, Cannon… and those have been getting the job done well so far. If it ain’t broke, you know?

———————

Footnotes:

*The events of the 6th Game. I can’t imagine that with the sponsor of the tournament gone (for all intents and purposes) they would keep it going another year. And with Wily breaking out of jail & causing a ruckus so often, I assume even if making more fighting robots wasn’t illegal, it would be very much frowned upon/side-eyed nervously

**Blues himself serves as an example. Granted, Robot Master technology becomes more and more efficient as the timeline progresses, but even then I think the government would be… hesitant to implement technology that Dr. Wily consistently reprograms.

***This assumption is based on this map from Megaman 8, which implies Light Labs to be somewhere in America.

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I’ll try to get the next Minicomic out in a good amount of time. (Might answer questions / comments in the meantime? Idk)

[suspiciousmammal]

I still sometimes look at halter bred qhs as entertainment because I'm a sad horseless english rider but ever since I stumbled across those horses Terry Bradshaw was producing I feel slightly desensitized. Yeah sure these are post-legged bulldogs but have you seen those broodmares? Have you ever laid eyes on a horse and hoped that it was some ai-generated misunderstanding of anatomy?

[getmeoutofhell]

Ethan Landry x reader

request sent by: @smoothestkoala 

warnings: none. just ethan being baby boy.

ethan has had a very stressful week, to say the least. him and his family plan to kill tara and sam have had him all over the place.

he’s almost always gone, and he barely ever rests at all. you miss him, and wanted you guys to spend time together alone.

as you wake up, you roll over and pick up your phone. it was 8:00 in the morning. you thought ethan would be gone, since he usually is at 6:00. but to your surprise, he was actually in the bathroom.

about 10 seconds later he opens the bathroom door.

“good morning baby. i’m surprised your still here at 8.” you smirk at him.

“morning baby.”

he walks to you and sits beside you on the side of the bed.

you notice as you look at him, his eyes are a little dark underneath.

“i think you should stay home. you look like you haven’t slept in days. why don’t you lay back down?”

“i think i’ll be okay. it’s just allergies.”

you knew he was lying.

“ethan, lay back down. please.”

he playfully rolls he eyes but obeys and lays down.

“i’ll be right back, love. you stay in bed.”

“alright, but don’t take to long. i need my cuddles.”

you decided to make ethan some breakfast in bed. the first time in a while he’s finally staying in late, you had to do something special for him. as you head into the kitchen, you thought about what to make him. maybe some egg, pancakes, and bacon? you decided on that.

you start heating up the oven, then start working on the pancake batter. you randomly just thought about how ethan had been all week. he comes home with a new bruise or mark almost every day. you really wanted him to take a break from everything, and stay in with you.

as you’re almost done cooking his breakfast, you hear soft snoring coming from the room. you softly laugh to yourself as you listen to him sleeping.

“as long as he gets rest.” you thought to yourself.

you’re finishing up fixing his plate adding syrup on the pancakes. you slowly walk with the plate to the bedroom, careful not to drop it.

“surprise.” you said as you slowly open the door.

ethan mumbled as he woke back up, looking at you and then the food.

“baby, you didn’t have to do that for me.” he smiled.

“lies, of course i had to. we finally get to spend some time together, it’s the least i could do my love.”

you sit the plate down next to the bed on the nightstand.

“would you like a glass of orange juice or something?” you asked him, as you watched him sit up.

“no babe, you did enough.” he pulled you down slightly by your shirt on top of him. he tackled you in a hug, surrounding you with kisses.

“oh my god, stop.” you laughed at him.

“help me eat this.”

your laughter died down as you got up from his grip.

“okay baby.”

you guys stayed in the rest of the day, and enjoyed each other’s company.

a/n: i really hope you enjoyed this!! i suck with requests but i hope this is at least similar to what you wanted. <3

[cabinette]

[WIP] is this considered Cooking