#IM KIDDING…………………….. ahem

[cupcakewebkinz]

hiiii im back with my routine fanart dump LOL

i wasnt expecting the second one to be a sprout page but i rlly wouldnt expect anything else from me lol-

(also the last little comic is abt the glistens birthday fic if its not clear, i cant listen to that song without thinking abt it 🪦)

HELP

BUDDY

YOU FUCKING COOKED THIS BRO??? YOU- YOU MENACE YOU-

THE LOAFING WIVES- THE-THEY THEY SNUGGLE THEY LOAF THEY LOVE AUGHHHH

THE VEES ALL BEING FUCKING HILARIOUS TOGETHER AFTER THROWING A BODY INTO HELL HAHAHAHA @soupiestzilla LOOK IT'S IT'S MODERN VEE IT'S YOUR BABY YOUR MODERN BABY IT'S *explodes*

BROOOOOOIMGOINGINSANE

THE GI- THE GI DOODLES, THE BABY, THE CHAOS BABY THAT LOVES GLITTER AND CHAIRS AND CHAOS AND HER WEIRD ASS FAMILY-

THE GIVI DOODLE AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH

BUDDY I'M NOT EVEN HALFWAY DONE RANTING ABOUT THIS AND I'M ON THE LARGEST FONT FUCKING HELP ME

I'M TWIRLING YOU AROUND AND GIVING YOU SO MUCH LOVE AND PRAISE DUDE HELP I LOVE THIS ALL TOO MUCH WAAAA

Ahem.

I thought that would calm me down but it didn't soothe my chaos soul one bit... Heh.

BUDDY YOUR FIRST FIC OF MINE WAS THE DAY AFTER THE UNTWISTING FIC??? BUDDY???? AND YOU DREW SPROUT SAYING MY FAVORITE FUCKING QUOTE OF ALL TIME BUDDY I'M GOING WET BEAST I'M EXPLODING I'M NOT OKAY DUDE YOU HAVE NO IDEA

"Sorry I kidnapped you"

"It's okay I love you"

BUDDY THAT EXCHANGE LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE LIKE AUGHHHHH

THAT FIC IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE OLDER ONES I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING

LIKE DUDE I LOVE THAT SO MUCH- I LOVE EVERYTHING SO MUCH BUT YOU READING ONE OF MY FAVORITES FIRST??? BUDDY- YOU'RE SO LUCKY-

SPROUT ALSO CLINGING TO MODERN VEE LIKE A BIG BABY OHHHHHH MY BABY MY DOOFUS MY DORK MY IDIOT WAAAAAA I LOVE HIM I LOVE THAT SCENE SO MUCH MAN THAT ONE ALSO MAKES ME SMILE SO MUCH

SPROUT BEING SCARED OF THE DARK MAN... I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE REFERENCE IT

BAHAHA THAT JOKE COMIC ALSO FITS SO WELL-

COSMO WOULD ABSOLUTELY MAKE A RANDOM ASS PIE WHILE SPROUT TRIES TO TELL HIM SOMETHING IMPORTANT IT FITS THEM TOO WELL

I haven't watched dhmis in a while my apologies BUT THEY ABSOLUTELY WOULD SAY THAT BAHAHAHAHA

THEY'RE MY IDIOTS AND I LOVE THEM

Dude I'm so tired

I'm... I'm hoping I made sense dude

This just sent me into a happy spiral I couldn't get out of

Thank you so much I'm going to shake happily in bed all day now aghghgh

[dykeza]

Sso players when the game is updated by the people making the game who are paid to make the game

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Daemon and the boys waiting and tired

inspired from these photos

[slytherinshua]

txt writers are literally so bad at using tags properly pls just tag the fic for the member its written for not every member omg it’s so annoying trying to find smth for tae or kai and only seeing choi line I get that they’re more popular but it only makes it harder to find stuff for tyunning like I’m already in a drought every tyunning bias barely gets fics and if ppl do write for them it’s always like ot5 headcanons not to mention trying to navigate the miles of smut to find actual fluff is an impossible task oh my god I’m so sick of it all pls just give me tae fics in peace

[raikirikiri]

thinking about if konoha ninja who became anbu frequently 'died' so they wouldn't be on any registry and so other villages would get word that notable shinobi have 'died'. they don't do it often, that would be suspicious, but they do it to kakashi. minato assigns him to anbu and apologizes blandly when he tells him his death is going to be faked. kakashi, broken traumatized and depressed, thinks nothing of it.

kakashi 'dies' on a mission months after the death of rin, after obito watched, after he lost pretty much everything and any sense of self he had. his body isn't recovered and the circumstances of his death are unclear.

if im being entirely cruel, this means that no one in the village (guy, asuma, iruka, etc.) would know that kakashi is still alive. they all think he's dead and they grieve him and kakashi... disappears. he doesn't know himself anymore and he can't, because he's dead and he's in the anbu now and that's all that matters. his life for konoha in life and death, always.

obito, being the stalker he is, looks for kakashi. he missed him entering the anbu, he missed the faked funeral, he missed a lot. he tries to find him in his shoebox apartment, stakes out minato's home, sits at the memorial stone and rin's grave. but kakashi never shows up and obito decides he'll check the active missions in konoha, just to know where kakashi is (definitely not to follow him and watch him, that'd be weird, duh). so after sneaking into the hokage's office with kamui, he rifles through the piles of s-rank and a-rank missions, but kakashi's name is nowhere to be found. confused and almost insulted on kakashi's behalf, he checks the b-ranks and below, but no dice.

now obito is getting...nervous might not be the word but he's definitely feel angry at this point. if kakashi isn't home, on a mission, grieiving, or with minato then where is he. obito stalks guy next, finds him sitting on a rock by a stream, glum. he's pale, his eyes are watery, he looks exhausted and obito is definitely nervous at this point. he'd never admit it but for something to get guy of all people down... obito fears for the worst.

through much stalking and espionage, obito finds out where kakashi is.

he's dead.

that can't be right.

he would've heard if kakashi was dead, right? zetsu would've told him. he would've known. kakashi has one of his eyes, he definitely would've known. and obito, pissed, scared, and indignant, opens up the connection between him and kakashi, searching for kakashi's vision, for what he can see. he hasn't done it since that night when rin...

he didn't want kakashi to know it existed, never even wanted to take that chance. but he doesn't care anymore. kakashi isn't dead. it's just not possible.

obito was right. kakashi isn't dead.

but he might as well be.

kakashi has no way out of the anbu now, no way that wouldn't give away konoha's secrets. guy can't help him because guy thinks he's dead, minato can't help him, he killed him in the first place. kakashi will forever live, breathe, and die for konoha. it makes obito's blood boil, he feels reminiscent of the night rin died.

he hates kakashi. he wants to hate kakashi. he can't hate kakashi. he can hate the world, he can despise konoha, he can want to kill minato. but kakashi...

he's never been able to hate him. no matter how hard he tried, how easy kakashi made it for him. when it came to kakashi, his balance between love and hate was never more skewed.

there's a particularly awful mission, kakashi is the only one to return to the village and he's...he's not good. obito watches him laugh hysterically as he washes his hands of blood that isn't there. he's never seen kakashi so broken and it hurts more than he ever thought it would.

obito gets kakashi out of the anbu. kakashi hates him for it, fights him, thrashes against him and his will and ideologies. kakashi doesn't know him, obito was too ahamed to reveal himself. it doesn't matter though, kakashi wants to die. he was happy in the anbu, he says. it'd be a quicker death, a noble death.

you've already died, obito shouts at him, enraged and torn apart. how can't he see it? how can he be so naive and blind to it all?

kakashi doesn't answer, doesn't know what words to say to make this stranger believe he isn't worth the trouble. obito has no choice.

with a shaking hand, he removes his mask. kakashi watches, eyes wide and wet and obito throws the mask to the side to hold out his hand. you've already died, but you can be reborn.

with me.

kakashi, broken tattered and thoroughly sure he's lost it, takes obito's hand. yes, kakashi thinks, he's died. but if this is the afterlife, than maybe things won't be so bad...

[featherwhiskered]

look who decided to show up 😒😒😒

[tumfullofblue]

hear me out chat. You know how G-Man found Alyx in Black Mesa and all that jazz? What if he also found another kid but both of their parents died? Would G-Man take them in? Would he question if it was better to take them or leave them? If he did take the kid in, how would he raise them?

Mama bear absolutely hears you out. Listen, if G-man is not the daddy in your book (though he should be and I rest my case here), he is a father. Out of character? I could argue. Despite his appearance in the game, I think yall already know that I see him way WAY more emotional and dare I even say – human in one way or another so.

I feel like G-man is trying his best with a kid who lost their parents – let’s say not in Black Mesa, but in Seven Hour War. Thing is, his best is alien. Does he sees a wailing child an investment – like he did with Alyx or this time, something in him tells him that… it doesn’t always needs to be with purpose. The child clings to him the second he sees them in a ruble – a small animal, dirty, broken, scared. A dust in the grand scheme of things. But...he hooks on this feeling, what a fascinating experiment it would be, giving this child not just a chance of survival but something more; his caring, his presence, his guidance.

He thinks he can detach himself from them. But then…

He is learning human speech patterns to teach them to talk properly, not like him. It’s hard for both of them.

He is there when the child takes their first steps and there to hide their presence from the universe and from his employers. Years later he would introduce already grown kid to them; and they will judge him and try to take the child away. Things will end up… badly for them.

For several years he goes away. It takes seconds for him to go back, but the kid points a gun at them before their eyes well up with tears. They forgive him for leaving them every single time.

His love is obsessive, possessive, and deeply unhealthy. The child is his one irrational variable. For a creature of absolute cosmic order, that’s terrifying.

He is afraid that they will grow up like him. He wants to know if it’s true. He could see it in their eyes; that they want to do what he can. To hold so much power it burns through them.

But he loves them too much to allow them to give up their humanity.

Would they ever meet Alyx or Gordon? I feel like G-man doesn’t want to put them too deep into his variables. Not only it could disturb the plans even further, it would endanger them. He tries not to think of a true reason. But the child grows and learns – learns how to wield a weapon, how to read, how to find their path through doorways; how to call for him when they need him. G-man comes, every time.

The first time a child asks about their parents, he tells them the truth – cold, calculating, like he is giving them a report. The kid doesn’t talk to him for days.

"You took me because you were lonely,” they accuse them. He looks at them and sees their whole life – a toddler, a teen, a young human, all at once.

"…Ridiculous,” he lies and they don’t believe him for a second. But they don’t push him to talk, the patience being the first thing they learned to experience after love. The patience offers to be just what G-man needs, because just as he was about to leave (hoping to come back to see them still young,) he says "You were… my most illogical decision," voice softer than they’ve ever heard.

"And yet… I do not regret it."

Oh, also, yes, of course, the child sees his true form. Maybe it’s after the hard battle he had for their sake. Maybe he was so tired of maintaining his human form that it became too much. It’s terrifying. It’s beautiful.

“Do not look at me,” he rasps in a language the child doesn’t know, but still understands, too many voices, too little syllables. But even in his broken state, G-man never forgets who they are. So when they approach and hug him, letting his body melt into theirs, he knows that they are his greatest weakness… and greatest strength. They cling to him, even after seeing his true form. They forgive him, even when he doesn’t deserve it. (He wonders, bitterly, if this is how a father should feel.)

<…>

To save them he blocks their memories.

It proves to be too easy.

It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done.

Years later they still dream about a tall man in a blue suit. They don’t know why they cry.

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

A Look.

( @quibble-auk I wanted to explore the Swap au Comet some more, figure out his personality without the Spidey senses and Pretender stuff. I played with your concept of programming a bit, more of my own thoughts on the servant class. Maybe I'm not overdoing it-)

Comet hadn’t been able to sleep that night, recharge not on his Master’s list of chores for him to complete. 

Instead the young mech was forced to run errands between the Architect and the Artisan all night. Back and forth to and fro, carrying datapads color, swatches, and material listings. Cometeater wondered why they couldn’t have their offices closer. The reason for such an odd system was that the Artisan enjoyed his highgrade, and adored a large personal studio away from the main towers, especially while he chipped away at a project for the families. Said families would never risk ruining his artistic mood, and they themselves would never do something as lowly as deliveries.  Why not send pictures? Well the pictures never caught the form or the color correctly, that's what he assumed from the drunken ramblings of the Artisan. 

Comet had stood stock still for two hours as the mech worked, ready to deliver his progress at any moment. Stiff and optics lowered, he waited. 

Eventually Nisis shooed him, saying that his work would take more time. That the servant’s hovering was destroying his focus. Comet had bowed low, optics never moving from the floor. 

Silently taking his leave, his programming whirring angrily in his chest. Bowing to the Masters was a movement he had practiced till it was second nature. A slow bend at the waist if being dismissed, keeping your movement smooth and graceful.

Yet it made part of him angry. Some alien piece of him hated the feeling. Comet had been cuffed more than once for allowing his displeasure to show in a twitch of his plating. 

“A servant is placid, a shadow and an extra hand to the Master, bite than hand boy and you lose yours.”

Comeater sighed deeply as he passed the lavish halls, the older servants beginning their days. Quickly and without even a glance they flitted past him. Comet couldn’t help but cut his eyes up at them.

Servants were beautiful mechs. Their colors are inviting and comforting, never pastels or bright eye catching shades. The hues always complemented their master’s paints, embellishments from their master’s pallet dotted and painted in lovely patterns on their plating. 

To be a servant of a house was to be like a painting in the hall, if your servants were beautiful then your status showed with every movement they made. A splendid house would be decorated in the flawless mechs, themselves part of the house itself. 

Companions, status symbols. 

Being a decoration to a family, honoring the Masters was all any servant could ever live for. Providing comfort, advice, anything beckoned of them. 

Comet couldn’t help but be in awe of them. 

He had to be chosen by a family however to become one of them. 

Cometeater sighed deep in his chest as he manoeuvred past the mechs, avoiding the gazes of Guardians when he could. 

The large intimidating sentinels you could almost miss if you were not careful, but Comet knew they would never miss you. Acting suspicious in any way would have you on a list in their minds, Comet couldn’t afford that. He wasn’t exactly supposed to be out this early, not that his Master cared.

Soon he reached the servants door that would lead him down to the  quarters, a section of the wall that when pressed on, opened with no fanfare. He looked side to side, checking for the echo of footsteps or murmurs within the passage. 

Comet heard none.

In a flurry he flew down the stairwell like a bird, he let himself smile as he did it three steps at a time. The airtime from the leaps causing giggles to bubble in his chest. 

Finally he was alone. 

Finally he could cut up just a bit. 

Comet laughed to himself as he went, the tired aches forgotten in the thrill of finally loosening his shoulders. Moving as fast as he wanted, no Master to cuff him for the childish twirl he did when he hit the bottom at a spark hammering speed. Breathing fast, he couldn’t stop grinning, continuing to spin, arms outstretched with his left over momentum. 

Comets laughter echoed through the passageway, dizziness and the thrill of being alone egging him on. He finally came to a halt leaning up along the wall, breaths deep and optics glowing brightly in the dim light.  Cometeater laid in the exhilaration for as long as he could, now with all of his training and chores he hardly ever had time to feel like this. He smirked, it almost felt like flipping off his Master. 

See you stupid ugly fragger?

He could have fun, do whatever he wanted. 

Comet felt his spark hum, his programming stuttering at the insults, the love of control. Some darker part of Comet crowed, the part of himself that had been numbed and blocked. But still showed its quills. Showed him what it felt like to control, to try and dominate.

He was supposed to report the thoughts to his superior, but Comet was infatuated with knowing something those slaggers didn’t. Having something that was his. 

It made him feel so perfect, why would he let them take that away?

His drunken happiness was cut short however by yells above, thundering steps down the stairs. 

Comet hardly moved in time to avoid the Guards as they rushed past.

He couldn’t help but be surprised when one of them stopped, optics fiery with clicking programming. Comet allowed his own to take root, bidding goodbye to his heated other, keeping him from reacting to the sudden intensity of the gaze.

“Are you alright?”

The guard's voice was close to winded, Comet nodded his servant programming purring at the attention, that he had asked him something. He wanted desperately to ask what was happening, so before his jaw would lock he let it slip.

“Why what's happened?” 

The guard only scowled down at him, “You shouldn’t even be out here boy, younglings are supposed to be in their designated areas till released by your Master.”

Comet’s programming snapped up the attention like a starving dog, the need to please, to help. He also felt his curiosity flare.

“I was doing errands for the Architect, did something happen?”

There was a childish lilt to his voice that seemed to make the guard soften, a look of protectiveness flashing over him.

“One of the guards found a dead mech on the east gate Sparklet,” the warmth vanished before Comet could get a proper glimpse of it, the guard answering his com. Then his faceplate hardened. “That means you should get back to your barracks, now. I don't want to catch you out and about again by yourself. Got it?”

Comet felt a sulkiness rear its head, but his innards begged to please. “Yessir.”

The armored mech nodded, but did not move. Comet sighed in realization, like all guardians the mech wouldn’t just leave him till he knew he’d follow orders.

Comet gave a bow, and turned on his heel for the barracks. He knew the guardian wouldn’t leave till the younger bot was out of sight, so Comet with a sad grumble accepted that his time for play was over.

He had work to do.

[hwsforeignrelations]

RANT

[maze-mind]

My version of Kid Minho/Early Fever Code Minho!

[ask-the-starstruck-team]

Starstruck: Wordgirl Alternate Universe

Mun here! For anyone unfamiliar with the term “mun” - this refers to the roleplayer of the blog, or the mod which is me! You can call me Randy though I hoard names so if you want to use other names - or something, that’s also fine!

I figured explaining the blog would be a better way to introduce my alternate universe! A masterlist will be made later and do keep in mind, some things are kept hidden for the sake of avoiding spoilers as Starstruck will hopefully become a fanfiction; however, understanding the plot will make the transition into the blog a lot easier.

Starstruck is an alternate universe (“AU”) created for the PBS show “Wordgirl”! To explain the plot, it’s loosely based on the one episode where Violet was convinced she had gotten powers and briefly became the heroine “the Framer”. Sometime in the early seasons of the series, a cosmic event happens - no one entirely knows what it was, although speculation formed the strange meteorite crashing onto earth might be responsible for the incident.

Following said cosmic event, unexpected changes happened to certain students of Woodview Elementary; of course, no one knew of these changes. Seemingly out of the blue, Wordgirl had two new teammates who would help her during crime fighting - known only by their hero names…

… read below if you wish to know the rest~

Wordgirl had always been Fair City’s only super-heroine; at least until now… without much explanation, two new heroes appeared: Newsflash and Harmonia.

Newsflash was a young boy, having gained the ability of super-speed - not to mention retaining information a lot faster than the average human AND photographic memory. Unlike Wordgirl, Newsflash didn’t seem to have the same range of skills but what he seemed to lack in one thing… he gained in another. He carried around an expandable staff, making Newsflash agile and swift. Not to mention - a defense mechanism when needed as he obviously couldn’t fly.

Though who was he? Where had he come from? Could he also be from Lexicon?

As for Harmonia, her powers laid elsewhere. It seemed the young heroine was more artistic when it came to her abilities - for one, she had the ability to shoot ‘lasers’ of paint at a target. And in another, Harmonia had the strange, unique power of ‘creating’ paintings and bringing them to life. She didn’t seem to have Wordgirl’s flying nor super speed… but the super-heroine had clearly trusted them enough to stick around.

Except they weren’t the only ones. There were others, having kept their powers hidden but why? Why had this strange occurrence taken place?

Starstruck takes place several years after Harmonia and Newsflash’s debut. Wordgirl seems a little older now; as for the very average, unrelated student Becky Botsford and her friends - they have entered Woodview High School. Things have changed since then. Certain events have yet to happen…

Tobey McAllister ‘retired’ from being a villain, if only because his studies are taking more of his time. Though his relationship with Becky Botsford and the others is about to shift - in ways he perhaps didn’t expect.

This blog focuses on both information about Wordgirl and her teammates, and the universe in general; however the characters from Starstruck are open for asks and interaction! Of course, due to certain reasons - not everything can be revealed…

I will be writing guidelines and rules for the blog, but for now: just keep it normal. Don’t ask weird questions. Just have fun!

[five-star-stay]

Music Complex (PMC) vol.24 x skz (HAN)

Source: [a], [b], [c], [d], [e]

[cosmobrain00]

have you drawn any zelda art before?

....maybe<3

tiny babies♡♡♡

[anon-unofficial]

hey so. um. i was told that lmk didn't have any pain. and. haha. haha. haHa...what the f

[destisea-a]

yato's abilities include, but are not limited to--

blood manipulation

blood contamination ( an infection or curse that makes your blood feel like it's literally boiling under your skin ). he can also turn those infected or killed ruing his rituals into bat like monsters.

blood magic / blood rituals

possession. it allows yato access to memories and emotions within a person, but he cannot possess the same body twice. it'd be too much for them i feel- and seems to be a rule set in place for himself anyway.

capable of manipulating and creating enshyoujo from himself. the enshyoujo are also known as Hinoenma, beautiful but wicked female yōkai, who feed off of the life force of men. they can grow incredibly powerful, but never stronger than yato. and when he needs to or wishes to, he can reabsorb them.

immortality? it is my understanding, that yato is an embodiment of blood, instinct, and affliction. and that whether he is sealed, defeated with no physical body to use or return to-- he will remain so long as there is intelligent blood. sort of where some of my headcanons come into play. yato will always exist, you can't get rid of him. you can however slow him down, if you know how.

possible ability to make... pocket dimensions??? hello???? the event took place in an area that seemed closed off to the world. and anyone there could not leave in any capacity, until the ritual was finished. i think so long as a ritual or 'deal' is made with yato-- he can do this. it is a place where he makes the rules, not only for those who participate, but himself as well!

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

OH GOD THE SET IT OFF CONCERT IS IN LIKE 5 DAYS. OH MY GOD