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[chloesimaginationthings]

CHOLE!!

GIVE ARNOLD/SOTD PROTAG A FACE, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!

HUGE DAY FOR YOU AND ALL ARNOLD ENJOYERS..

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

(chanting) TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH TE

TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH

[cursio-neptune]

In the Cooking with Sun AU, will other people become aware of the fourth wall eventually?

I have no idea, I'm just watching Sun and recording what I see like a mad scientist. Will Eclipse's pushing break Sun's resolve? We'll both just have to wait and see OwO

[k1ng-r0wan]

First request done 🫡

Feel free to send me asks with silly memes for me to recreate with these goobers! I'll hopefully be able to do them between my bigger stuff :3

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Damn the Au Vox character design talk is really interesting. ...now I'm curious to see a breakdown of Au Al’s design 👀

Anon asked: Can we get a design breakdown of Drift and Alastor too??

Let's start with Al. To be honest, most of the original elements taken from Al were kinda informed by some of Viv's early streams on a theoretical human Alastor design. Like Vox, I adapted a few things to better fit with the AU I was making though. The eye shape, for example, I made bigger if mainly to add expression to it, especially since I am keeping to the Alastor only 'smiling' rule. The smile can wobble and turn oddly, but the ends must always be up by some measure.

And, in contrast to demon Alastor, human Alastor has a lot more soft lines, adding into the more 'human' aspects of him. He's skinny, and generally non-threatening in build, buttt, there is always meant to be something a little...unsettling or not quite normal about Alastor, even from design.

While I made the eyes larger, I did change the iris of the eye quite a bit. The oval shape makes it between the soft rounded look of Vox and the more demonic like cat eye of demon Alastor. I also run with the idea that the eyes are the 'window to the soul', and thus reveal quite a bit of character in them. The blackness of them means you can't quite separate the pupil from the iris which, while making it appear more 'friendly', kinda reflects the internal darkness finding 'its way out' in a sense.

Alastor also has...stages of unhinged, which you may have noticed. Like I said Al...isn't quite 'normal' anymore, in certain respects. And the more bloodlusty he gets...the stranger things tend to become. He also snaps between the phases to further add to his unpredictability. In the show, Alastor snaps between different emotions on a dime, such as his conversation with Husk in the hallway, and I wanted to keep that threatening unpredictability in the AU.

Overall, Alastor was meant to look more friendly than his demon form, but still have something distinctly...not normal about him. Like Alastor in the show, he can play the 'nice guy' but he's not fooling anyone, unlike Vox. Everyone is on edge around canon Alastor, with Angel even calling him 'creepy'. Again, this is something I kinda wanted to bring into the AU. He's too nonthreatening appearing to cause suspicion logically, but that illogical, emotional center of people looks at him and may feel uneasy, even if they can't name why.

I've done breakdowns of Drift in the past, but it's been a while and I don't mind retreading :3

So, Drift is actually almost exactly as he was when I first deigned him, wayyyyy back when the pilot of Hazbin and Helluva first came out. As such, the demon form of him came first! His story came first before the design was finalized because a lot of how Sinners appear seems to be influenced by their life and their death, like Al being a deer because of being mistaken for a deer, and Vox's face being a literal television and being some kind of TV personality while alive.

Technically, this is going to go into spoilers for my fic series, but I'll keep it light ;)

With Drift I was kinda proposing the question of what it takes to actually get into Hell, and what it means to be redeemed. Could someone have 'one bad day' but otherwise be a honest to goodness good person and still wind up in Hell? What would that look like? As such, he's really playing on the innocent look, big ears, head, and eyes. He's meant to look out of place a little among the scarier denizens of Hell. Being a fox plays into his backstory quite a bit, from certain familial affiliations and fact that foxes are very commonly roadkill (which is how Drift died), but also the concept of being very low on the rung of Sinners, looking almost like a hellhound (who are at the bottom of the overall pyramid). Likewise, foxes are associated with being tricky, more street smart than wise.

The inspiration from the Fennec fox is meant to showcase the kind of twisted 'Peter Pan' syndrome going on, in that Drift will never be any older than he is, and fennec foxes always tend to look like babies. It also plays into the place he's from, environment-wise, someplace hot and dry.

Human Drift I made basically right after I was done with demon Drift's more finalized look. The only thing I changed for the AU were the clothes he wears, as Demon Drift will often dress in 90s skater kid clothes to Murder Partners 1930s ragamuffin look. There's a lot of 3s and 2s that I carried over between deigns. I also kept the large head and ears, but small mouth. It also secondarily adds the effect of Drift being the kind of person to hear/see a lot of things, but keep his mouth shut.

Funny enough, when I was done with everyone's designs and I was taking a look at the silhouettes, Drift ended up kinda looking like a combination of Alastor and Vox's appearance in certain respects, like the hair styles. An accident, but one that I'm pretty happy with. He is kinda their kid after all...and also mostly by accident! XD

Thanks for the asks!

[crystal-va]

Which one of your Sans would (willingly or unwillingly) get their head bowled like a bowling ball, and who would be bowling them?

I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY.

Deal would 1000000% throw Disturbed's head like a bowling ball when he's bored. This is not a one-time thing.

Deal and Disturbed belong to me

[hynekthebynek]

Howdy! This apocalypse sure was something, wasn’t it? What did you do while all of it happened? I mostly hunkered down and grinded away at my games, but I know not everyone was as lucky…

why hello there!!

I personally also played quite a bit of video games while we were locked up, but I played them with my buddy Sam since he has a game console.

I actually hung out with him a lot during the Apocalypse, kinda invaded his apartment.

Otherwise I did the usual, drew, read, did some excersising, became a father, all of the normal stuff you do.

Here's my kid by the way, that's what I co-parented during the lock down with my dear Sam

[clowntrickery08]

Is Brock aware of Molly's exsistence?

🌟Yes, and no Brock semi knows of Molly‘s 🌟existence from Molotov but he has not met her yet because he’s too busy doing his O.S.I so he’s away from the venture Building and the times he’s At the. venture Building is when Molly’s at school or at softball practice and also he doesn’t know who’s taking care of his kid all he knows that Molotov gave her to someone that was very close to him so at this he’s trying to figure out who and where could she be?

It’s funny because if you couldn’t tell Molly looks exactly like Brock, her Dad the only difference is that she got her eyes and her nose from Molotov her mom but it’s gonna be quite funny and quite hard for Molly cause if you’re the daughter of Brock Samson You’re gonna get a lot of unwanted attention and a lot of eyes on you and a lot of your dad‘s enemies but eventually, he will find out where she is it’s gonna be funny cause she was right there this whole time

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

Well I for one think that fat Miku looks very nice

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[rebelsafoot]

Thought the golf club was a mobility aid and now I'm thinking of Mable with a wheelchair that is so bedazzled it glows in the dark

yeah i loved this idea a lot i had to draw it

[chloesimaginationthings]

Was dissecting the SOTM trailer and apparently your monty is a mm member comic is now canon

ANOTHER WIN FOR MONTY ENJOYERS!!!

(Original comic)

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Aww thank you so much for your kind words. I'm so glad you enjoyed this story. 🩷

🦄

use a photo on your phone camera roll and write a quick scene/hc for it

Hi Nonnie!!! Funny story, the last time I wrote for these two, I was on pain meds for a tonsillectomy. Now, I've got Covid and I'm awake at 4:19am posting this story. I hope you enjoy!!

Title: My Little Strawberry 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) 

Fandom: Sand Castle 

Word Count: 556 

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Warnings: mention of creampie, sexy fluff?, mention of oral sex (f receiving) 

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics 

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“There she is. Eating her breakfast. Looking mighty fine as usual.” Sy walks up to you and kisses the side of your head. 

“Whatchu want, boy?” You smile up at him through your lashes. 

“I ain’t want nothing at all, Peaches,” Sy holds your chin and gives you a peck on the lips, “But there is one thing I had to talk to Strawberry about.” 

“Strawberry?” Your cute little eyebrows scrunch up in confusion and Sy turns your chair around to face him as he laughs. 

He runs his hand over your swollen six-month-pregnant belly before kneeling to talk to it. “Hey there, Strawberry. How’s Daddy's little girl?” 

“I see you stuck with the fruit theme. And since I’ve been eating strawberries for months now, you named her after my craving?” You could barely hold in your laughter at your husband’s tenderness. 

“I don’t know. It seemed perfect. And I know she’s gon’ be sweet if she’s half you,” Sy planted a kiss on your belly before standing up to his full height. “And since she’s half me, I apologize in advance for her temper.” 

“I knew what I was getting into when I wouldn’t let you pull out, you know that right?” You bite your lip and wink at him. 

“And I knew what you were doing when you turned on Tennessee Whiskey and poured me two fingers of Jack. And you were wearing that damn sundress with the little yellow flowers on it. Pretty as a picture.” Sy remembers the night you made Strawberry fondly. 

“So, what did you have to talk to Strawberry about, baby?” Popping a sliced piece of fruit in your mouth, you chew and wait for Sy to start talking to the baby. 

“Alright, Strawberry, so look. Mama here has been such a sweetheart. She has given you a nice first apartment while continuing to take care of your old man. So, I was thinking of getting her a little something. And I wanted your opinion on it,” Sy leaned in to whisper into your belly so you couldn’t hear, then turned to place his ear close to listen to what the baby says. When he leans back, a smile paints his features. 

“Well? What did she say?” You ask, more than invested in Sy’s little conversation with the baby. 

“She told me to thank you for taking care of her and me. And she told me to make sure I pay attention to you when you’re being ornery because that just means you need a firmer hand.” Sy rubs the sides of your belly. Moving his hands up to your waist and then further up your sides to cup your face. 

“She said all that?” Your eyes close as he rubs a thumb over your cheek, already feeling warmth rise under your skin. 

“She did. She also said I could probably take you upstairs right now and have my way with you. But I’m gon’ let you finish your breakfast first.” Sy sits next to you, picking up your fork and feeding you. 

You take the offered bite and get up from the table, picking up the bowl of sliced strawberries. “C’mon, I can eat these in bed while you eat me in bed.” Winking again, you turn to scurry up the steps with Sy on your heels. 

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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

stellt looks like a muppet was used as pose reference i love it

pathetic muppet man yes yes pathetic muppet boy getting domed yes yes

Its what she deserves :)

I can hear you wringing your hands together in that bit below the picture lol

Thanks for the ask!

[cursio-neptune]

(Everything I'm about to say is a compliment lol)

WHO PUT ANGST IN MY SILLY DOODLE SHOW!?!

OH MY GOD SUN'S SITUATION IS SO DEPRESSING I WANNA HUG HIM SO BAD

^w^

[vinnyvamppp]

Two and a Half Graysons

Note: Trust and believe I'm using that horny ass line you ended with as a plot device too. LMFAO. @hhoneylemon

Synopsis: You're not officially a parent, but you might as well be. You're not officially married, but everyone seems to think you are. Between shirtless mornings, grocery store tension, and baby carrier missions, the line between “dating Mark” and “co-raising a purple alien infant with Mark” gets blurrier by the day. But it’s fine. You’re emotionally stable. Probably.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Tension (NO SMUT), Coping With Parenthood, Mild Swearing, Off-screen Canon-level Violence, Found Family & Co-parenting, fluff galour. (Original Request Link: https://www.tumblr.com/vinnyvamppp/783842276548952064/i-have-a-vision-ive-been-thinking-about-when) PART 2 HERE

Mark Grayson (+ Baby Oliver!) x GN!Reader

WC: 1.2k (so cute)

Mark doesn’t ask you to move in. He just starts making space, a shelf here, a drawer cleared there. By the time Oliver starts teething, you’re already brushing your teeth in his bathroom every morning and waking up with a foot in your ribs that definitely doesn’t belong to Mark.

You weren’t expecting him to drop out. No one was. Debbie had offered to help, of course—offered like it was the easiest thing in the world to raise a baby that wasn’t hers, born from a man who had already broken the whole family once. And Mark had just said: “I can’t ask her to do this. He’s my responsibility, my… brother.”

Then he’d looked at you. Like he was bracing for something. For the inevitable pulling away. The “I’m not ready for this” talk. But you’d just nodded. Said: “Okay. We’ll figure it out.” We. His shoulder slumped with a sigh of relief. And that’s how it starts.

It’s not glamorous. Mark’s working two jobs between diaper runs. You’re picking up shifts, catching Oliver when he won’t stop crying, and Mark looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. Some nights, the exhaustion settles over the house like fog, thick and still. Then there’s moments where Oliver laughs or falls asleep on your chest like he knows exactly where he belongs. And everything feels lighter—softer, just right.

Mark negotiated with Cecil… Kind of—out of desperation, moreover. After bringing Oliver back, Mark tried to keep up with college, parenting, and being Earth's part-time savior. It lasted about two weeks. He was late to a Kaiju fight because Oliver had a fever. Left a lab evacuation halfway through to pick him up from your job because the sitter bailed. Cecil nearly had a stroke when Mark fought a teleporting assassin with baby wipes in his pocket.

“I can’t do this full-time. He’s a baby. He’s my responsibility. I’m not leaving him with my mom again and I’m not dragging him into a war zone unless the world’s literally ending.”

Cecil—being a professional manipulator and also somehow slightly terrified of Oliver’s explosive bowel habits, reluctantly agreed. Now, Mark handles non-lethal, low-stakes missions like alien negotiations and minor emergencies.

He takes himself off the active-duty roster unless it’s a Level Red situation, and Cecil sends backup or Eve when something big hits. Mark still trains—still reports in, but often while bouncing a baby on his chest or feeding him yogurt off-camera. So what happens day to day? He flashes by your job to drop off Oliver. Literally, he’ll appear mid-conversation, hair a mess, onesie on backward.

“Hey babe, sorry—can you watch him for like two hours? There's a tidal wave hitting France. Be back by lunch. Probably.” Kisses you mid-chaos, and vanishes in a loud boom. Sometimes he leaves you with a half-full bottle and a sticky pacifier and expects you to just vibe.

If that isn't an option, he wears a baby carrier during missions. Look, not for the big ones. But if the threat is “giant sewer rat” or “angry alien ambassador who doesn’t understand doors,” Oliver is strapped to his chest like a tiny judgmental but giggly backpack with earmuffs. You even designed him a superhero onesie that says, "Invinci-baby," and yes—he wears it at every outing.

“You’re bringing a baby?”

“He likes the wind.”

“He’s drooling on your comm.”

“He’s observing diplomacy.”

Cecil threatens to fire him weekly. Debbie sighs deeply every time she sees the footage on GDA security—just to check in when needing Cecil to make sense of this. All the while watching Doc Seismic scream “IS THAT A CHILD?!” mid-monologue. Today, you didn’t realize how dangerous this grocery trip is going to be until Mark lifts the baby carrier with one arm like it’s nothing. He’s Invincible—what did you expect? His gray t-shirt rides up just enough to make your soul flicker out of your body like a dying TV screen. Focus on the produce section. Innocent terrain, right? You grab a head of lettuce. You do not look at the way Mark bounces Oliver gently while scanning for cereal. You are a good person, a person with restraint. He’s doing that thing again—being effortlessly domestic. Like, hot dad energy turned up to eleven. Every time he reads a nutrition label or wipes drool off Oliver’s chin, your brain short-circuits a little more.

You used to flirt shamelessly. Make out in supply closets, pull him into his room by the collar. But now? Now you’re in aisle six, arguing about formula brands, and trying not to climb him in front of a shelf of canned peas.

“I think we should get the oatmeal-based one,” Mark says, turning towards you. And there it is: that low voice, as he leaned in slightly. The focus with that soft-eyed, fully attentive attitude. You blink at him, trying to play it cool as you bite your tongue. “Whatever keeps his poop neutral. I'm not reliving last week.” Mark gave a crooked grin, brow raised, his shoulder hitching, “The explosion?”

“Don’t—” you groan, covering Oliver’s ear. “Don’t traumatize him again. We had to hose down the high chair, Mark.” A grin tugged at the corners of your lips. He laughs under his breath and sets the formula in the cart. You watch the muscles in his forearm flex as he pushes it forward. You’re sweating now—It’s winter. “Why do you look tense?” he asks. You gesture around helplessly. “Because this is basically foreplay, and there’s a baby in the cart.”

Mark chokes on a laugh, reaching instinctively to cover Oliver’s ears. “You can’t say stuff like that while I’m holding our son.” You freeze. “Our son?” His eyes widen a little. The cart keeps rolling. The baby stares up at the ceiling fan, utterly indifferent to the life-changing moment. “…I mean,” Mark starts, fumbling now, “he’s not yours, but like—well, he kind of—”

“Mark.” You step in close, dropping your voice. “If you keep talking in that voice and calling him our son, I swear to God, I will embarrass us in this store.” Mark’s eyes flick to your mouth, then back to Oliver. His jaw flexes with blotches of pink creeping up his neck. “I hate that we can’t do anything about this.” You both stare at each other for a second too long. Then Oliver lets out a dramatic sneeze that breaks the tension like a rock through a window. You sigh. “We’re in hell.” Mark leans over and kisses your temple. “At least we’re in hell together.” You glance at the shopping list and mutter, “Add wine.” He stares at you in bewildered silence— “For Ms. Grayson.”

You find yourself thinking about stupid things. Like the taste of oatmeal lingering on your tongue. Like whether you’ll need a bigger place. Like whose last name Oliver will have. Like if Mark knows he hums when he’s rocking the baby to sleep, tuneless and low, and how your whole chest aches every time you hear it. You’d marry him. That thought hits you while Mark is on the floor of the living room, one sock on, hair a mess, cooing nonsense while Oliver grabs at his nose. You’d marry him tomorrow. Or bend him or let him bend you over the desk right now. Whichever happens first.

You’ve seen this man explode aliens. Why is him wearing low-slung sweatpants more threatening to your mental health than intergalactic war? But you don’t tell him that. You just hand him the bottle, brush your fingers against his, and whisper, “You’re doing okay.” Mark looks up at you—tired and worn down, but smiling. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A/N: Literally kicking my feet as I write this, I will forever love your big, beautiful brain. Hopefully, this was decent, my friend. :)

Part 2: Our Son, Apparently

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[thatshadowcomic]

To The Artist: what are some of your favorite headcanons for sonic and shadow?

To Shadow: whats it like living with Rouge?

To Sonic: do you have a house

(love your art!)

WOW so long ago-- I love you all so much.

As for HC, I have a lot of weird/stupid ones, but really, I don't write them down, it's more based on how they perceive/interact the world around them, so I'm really bad at answering this directly. But Sonic making music and Shadow being cuddly under the right circumstances is top 5. Please don't bully me.

imagine listening to music and rouge is just like, "bad taste" because she can hear it through your headphones.