#he makes cartoon sound effects when he runs

[kinardgo]

Jee having fun with her uncles Buck & Tommy!

Maybe Buck feeling a little 🥰😍 watching Tommy being in 'competent dad mode', even though he's not ready for their own 😂

okay this is everything actually if season 8 doesn't give us tommy playing with jee and buck noticably ovulating across the room i will riot

bucktommy / rated g / mild warning for non serious accidental injury to a child

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"-and take a nice, deep breath for me. This is going to sting a little, okay?"

It takes a few seconds for Buck's brain to come back online as he re-enters his apartment. It's been a quiet day so far, as quiet as any day off looking after his curious, hyperactive niece can be. They'd watched some TV, leaving some irritating cartoon pop song ingrained in his head, probably for the next week at least. Had some lunch. Afterwards, Jee-Yun had proclaimed her desire for ice cream with all the certainty of a biblical saint. Buck, a little soft hearted from an easy day surrounded by people he loves, agreed to go to the shop in search of some.

Maybe it's lulled him into a false sense of security, because he stares at the scene in his kitchen with a blank expression for a full three seconds before he galvanizes into action.

Jee's up on the kitchen counter, a little teary eyed, her bottom lip wobbling, blood trickling down her skinny calf.

"Woah, woah, hey," he says, rushing to Tommy's side, where he's crouched in front of the counter, "What happened?"

"Someone," he says, eyeing the slightly sheepish looking girl, "decided to ignore me when I said running full pelt around the place would end in tears."

"I'm sorry, Tommy," Jee says, her voice shaking.

"It's okay, chica. You're not in trouble. Tripped over the rug," he adds lowly to Buck, "Limbs everywhere, slid five feet, the whole ten yards."

Now he's a little closer up, he can see that. Her knee is all scraped up, a messy graze, but nothing deep. There's a little mark on her elbow, but no blood. Kids bounce, Hen once told him. Buck kinda wishes Jee would stop trying to test that theory out on him though.

"Now, stay nice and still while I get this cleaned up, okay sweetheart?" Tommy eases, turning his attention back to Jee, the full effect of his Cool And Unphased Firefighter Pilot shtick aimed at a tiny little person who doesn't even have a fully developed concept of consequence yet. It feels unfair. Buck's a whole ass adult and it's enough to make him spacy, "Do you know what this is?"

Jee looks from the antibacterial wipe in his hand, to Buck, and back to Tommy nervously, "No."

"This is a special kind of cloth that can get all the yucky stuff out of your cut, get it nice and clean."

"Like soap?"

"Kinda like soap, yeah," he nods, smiling, "It's gonna hurt a little bit, but that's how you know it's working. Ready?"

She nods, hands fisting in the skirt of her pink dress anxiously. Tommy swipes over the graze of her cut quickly and gently, efficient but effective.

"Brave girl, Jee," Buck murmers, rubbing a hand soothingly up her arm.

"Yes, she is," Tommy agrees, "Now, I'm going to put a plaster on this. Hold still for me-" She holds herself dutifully, solid like a rock, as Tommy smooths the dressing over the knee. It's probably overkill, but Buck knows that the power of belief in healing is almost as important as the actual healing bit.

"You did so good, Jee," Buck says, straightening up to plant a kiss in her hair. She giggles, grasping at him with her pudgy hands, "And so did you," he says, kissing him on the cheek. Jee shrieks with laughter the way she always does when Buck dares to show any kind of affection to anyone but her.

"Now, you," Tommy says, sweeping Jee off the counter, "Get settled on the couch, because it looks like your Uncle Evan got some cookie dough vanilla that's got your name all over it, kid."

Jee's face splits with a grin so wide it looks like it might hurt, then throws her arms around Tommy's neck, burrowing her face in his shoulder with a happy little sound, "Thank you, Uncle Tommy," The words are muffled into the collar of his shirt, but Tommy clearly hears loud and clear if the way his face scrunches up in delight is any indication.

Something heavy and dense swoops straight through the middle of Buck's core, through his chest and out through his stomach. Too much, too fast, too soon. Tommy gives Jee a final squeeze, swaying her a little so her tiny legs flop around, giggling happily until he puts her back down.

Jee cuddles up with a pillow on the couch, something that looks like elves on an acid trip playing on the TV while Tommy washes his hands and puts the first aid kit back in the cupboard and Buck gets three bowls of cookie dough ready for a good ol' fashioned sugar binge.

"She adores you."

Tommy looks up, even as Buck keeps his eyes resolutely on the ice cream.

"She's got a big heart," he says fondly, before adding, "Must be a Buckley family trait."

"She's a good kid," Buck grins, turning to look over at Jee, hugging one of the sofa cusions to her chest, so big against her that she can rest her chin on it.

"Yeah. Do you want kids?"

The ice cream scoop skids across the counter out of Buck's hand when he jerks in surprise.

Tommy laughs quietly, ducking his head to kiss his shoulder, "Not right now, Evan. Just... curious. You're good with her."

"So are you," he fires back. He knows he's being stupid, that he's acting defensive, and he doesn't even know what about. Jesus, he sucks when someone catches him off guard, "Do you want kids?"

It doesn't look like it bothers Tommy, who just grins like he knows better than to take Buck's knee-jerk panic personally. Probably because he does.

"Yeah. One day."

Buck can't help smiling back, "Yeah. One day."

They all squeeze onto the couch, Jee tucked in between them with enough sugar shovelling into her mouth for Maddie to have reasonable justification to murder him later. It's probably not how he would have described his ideal afternoon, but he can't find fault in it.

[ozdicaff]

INTRODUCING: CHILDRENS SHOW AU!

WAY too excited to share these guys !!!! im super proud of these designs <3

CTS!Y/n and information about the AU under the cut!

In this AU, FazCo is a company running a TV channel network called FazBS, where each animatronic has their own show!

Sun's show airs at mornings and is all about getting energized and hyped up for the day, its similar to LazyTown with it's cartoon-esc violence and slapstick humor, with scenarios that make little sense, but are entertaining to watch anyway! only very simple language is used to make everything understandable for younger kids, with cameos of the other animatronics! his show was extremely popular, just above Roxy's and below Monty's in popularity.

Moon's show airs around bedtime and is focused on getting kids to go to sleep, with a soothing music box soundtrack, Moon's trance-inducing voice, and more advanced dialogue that makes kids zone out, its known for how fast it puts kids to sleep, even the especially rambunctious ones fall asleep out of boredom. While his show wasn't as talked about nor popular as sun's, it was highly rated among parents.

[descriptions for the glamrocks' shows will be added later when i draw refs for them too! :D]

Well, that was before the entire channel went downhill after FazCo fired all of its human workers.

Yeah, despite the channel's success and being extremely profitable, this was the FazCo's end-game from the start. Being able to AI-generate children's content without having to pay a single human, FazCo thought that their animatronics have already learnt enough from being show hosts for more than 10 years now, but they thought wrong. The gradual decline in quality was felt by the parents, and after Bonnie's show was suddenly cancelled- even the kids noticed how bad things were getting.

[psst, i'll go into detail about how each show was effected by this change in another post!]

Parents called in, demanding the shows they grew up with to be good again, and it wasn't just nostalgia speaking.

So, in an uncharacteristic turn of events, FazCo responded! They said that Freddy's, Monty's, Roxy's and Chica's shows were going to have human staff again!

...what they neglected to mention, was that they were pulling funding from Foxy's show, and cutting Sun's and Moon's budget in half to make up for this change.

Sun now has to re-use and repurpose old props to make up for his inability to get new ones, buying with his now super limited budget cheap D.I.Y kits to make crafts with- not to mention, without having any human staff around, he had to play every sound effect in real time- because the new S.T.A.F.F bots FazCo got have ZERO idea what comedic timing is. Needless to say he was under a lot of pressure, his show was pretty well liked by both kids and parents, and he didn't want to disappoint them. He had to change a lot with the absence of human actors and no narrator to have a solid dynamic with, calling on his pal Chica often jus to have another person on the show.

Moon's show however, was doomed from this change. Y'see, his show featured a narrator, posing as a curious soul and asking Moon thoughtful questions he can answer in a way kids can digest, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood style, and with no off-screen voice he can respond to, Moon's show felt incredibly eerie, as his true thoughts were left free with no guidance from his narrator buddy. He started acting stranger and stranger, going on derailed existential tangents accidentally, making a few jabs at FazCo here and there from frustration. The kids didn't understand any of it, but the parents found it off-putting, and complained.

Eventually, Moon's show was put on a permanent hiatus, after a particularly bad episode where 'moon truly let his rising anger at FazCo loose', as an article described it. No recording was archived of this episode, and any attempts to post it is quickly struck down by FazCo.

They've re-run old episodes of his show for about 6 months now, with no sign of moon coming back.

This, however, is when Y/N comes in! after half a year of dwindling ratings of sun's show, and decreasing profits in merch sales, they caved in and hired a single narrator! after not being able to retrieve their old narrator, due to "a small disagreement."- they brought you, surely, they don't expect you to single handedly bring back sun's show from ruin!? ...well, did they?

who fuckin knows you'll find out in my [soon to be written] fic lol

[thescarletnargacuga]

MOVIE NIGHT

A BUNNYDOLL ONESHOT

WARNING: none! Only wholesome comfort and relaxation

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Ragatha stood outside Jax's door holding an arm full of snacks. It was finally movie night. Every few adventures or so, depending on how traumatic they were, Ragatha and Jax would set aside time for each other and just relax with some public domain cartoons. Those were the closest things to movies the circus offered.

She knocked. It took a second but Jax answered with a confused look on his face. "Rags, you don't have to knock. You afraid you got the wrong room or something?"

"I was just being polite, but now that you mention it... I think I do have the wrong room. Byyyyye." She turns with a smirk on her face.

"Ah-ah-ah, get your raggedy [%$!#] in here." He wraps his long arm around her waist and pulls a giggling Ragatha into his room. He kept his arm around her as she tossed the snacks onto the bed and turned to face him.

Ragatha held Jax's face as he leaned down to kiss her. It was a gentle, casual kiss. It was welcoming after the adventure they had that day. They embraced and stood holding each other for a long time, letting the stress of the world melt away in each other's warmth. They didn't need words; this was their safe place to let their guard down.

"I worried about you..." Ragatha broke the silence.

Jax squeezed tighter. "I know. I didn't see the stupid pitfall. But I'm okay. Worst case scenario, Caine would have found me."

"I don't like it when he searches, he always makes it so dramatic. Like he'll only find your corpse or something." Ragatha pulled away just enough to look him in the face. "I don't like picturing that."

"You don't have to, we can't die here." Jax half shrugged. "You gotta stop letting your mind run away with such things."

".... I wish it were that easy."

"Hey..." He leaned closer, looking deep into her beautiful blue eye. "You're stuck with me, and no amount of wishful thinking is going to get rid of me."

She smiled a little and pecked his lips. "Good. So, what are we watching?"

"The [%$#!] if I know." He turned the TV on that sat across from his bed and sat on the snack covered sheets. Ragatha hopped up next to him, the bed sinking them together.

Black and white short cartoons danced across the screen. Most of them featured no dialogue, only music and sound effects. Ragatha opened a bag of chips and fed some to Jax as she munched.

Jax held an arm around Ragatha the whole time. The touch was a source of comfort for him. Like a reminder that she was really there, he wasn't dreaming. He stole occasional side glances at her, secretly admiring her. He enjoyed seeing candid moments where she simply existed without putting on an overly cheery smile.

Sometimes Ragatha would feel his stare and catch him. He'd look away and she'd smile, playfully nudging her shoulder into him as a silent : I saw that, you big softy. His cheeks would darken just a little. She thought it was adorable.

When the cartoons featured slapstick, Jax would be the first to laugh at the ridiculous violence. Ragatha being the one admiring him this time. He rarely laughed so genuinely. For him to be so caught up with mirth he was laid out on the bed with tears in his eyes, she couldn't help but find it endearing.

An evil idea struck her. While he was distracted, she tickled him. She did so lightly, in case he really didn't like it, but he howled with laughter. He curled away from her and playfully glared back. "Oh, now you've done it." He strikes back, tickling and wrestling with her, knocking snacks off the bed.

Ragatha was in a fit of giggles and could barely breathe from laughter. "OKAY!! OKAY!! UNCLE!!" She gave up under him, he relaxed and flopped his whole body on top of her like a weighted blanket, his chin resting on her chest. Ragatha slowly calmed and gently ran her hand over Jax's head, folding his ears back.

She smiled at him, a returned smile in his eyes as he looked up at her. "I love you, Jax. You big goof."

His pupils dilated. "Mrr rumphth uuu twu." He said, muffled against her chest.

Ragatha didn't need him to repeat himself, she literally felt him say it. Her heart fluttered and sang with joy. She leaned back and relaxed into the mattress. Slowly, in each other's arms, they found peace and fell into a restful sleep.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you do TADC x skeleton reader?

TADC cast x skeleton! Reader!

Skeleton characters my beloved

Love skeletons sm I wish there were more appealing characters in that category for me to add to my collection

Fr though imma work on art after this

Short since it's so sso cold in my room, I cannot warm up for the life of me and I'm in mobile

CAINE:

Teeth?

Teeth!

You guys click your teeth together and it makes everyone cringe thanks to the sound and what they imagine it feels like

Rmemeber we have nerves in our teeth, it's not just the roots! Imagine how it would feel if you clacked your teeth against someone else's!

He makes tons of skeleton puns

POMNI:

Is a little put off by seeing the bare bones of the brains mech suit/j

No but cartoony or not I think it would put her off because she would be all too aware of the "this is a person, this is a real breathing person" thing

Like sure she also understands it's your digital body, but seeing a skeleton next to a chesspiece and ribbon feels weird. It feels oddly familiar... does offer to help put you back together

RAGATHA:

HATES when you lose one of your limbs and leave it skittering about, trying to find the rest of you. Centipedes and skittering rouge limbs, that's what would do it for ragatha... bonus if you have a centipede crawling in your bones, be it as just your default or because one crawled into you at some point.. makes her weary to hug you when when gets that information..

But assuming you're bug free, shes more than willing to hang around you! Also offers to help put you together! Has probably guided your body back to your head after it got knocked off, saying it from having to blindly wander

JAX:

Similar to caine he makes a ton of jokes and puns. Has probably hit you with the bowling ball . You made the rolling pin sound effect

Has probably snagged your arm to scratch his back. Like he did to zooble.... maybe that's part of tje reason why zooble is sour all the time...

KINGER:

In an event where he needed to grab you and run, he may or may not have just

Popped your arm or hand off and bolted with it... probably makes a fair amount of distance before realizing the rest of you arent there

Despite what many may think, I dont think he would be bothered by a skeleton person, unless you're like. Hyper realistic for some reason, but considering the digital worlds style and kid friendliness I doubt you dont look cartoony! Actually kinda finds it cute, like those old cartoons he used to watch.. at least he thinks he used to watch.. you feel nostalgic somehow

ZOOBLE:

You guys exchange limbs/j

No but I feel like you guys would bond over not being fully "stable", ie you guys can be disassembled and broken apart with relative ease. You guys have each others backs when something threatens to break your bodies up. Be it Jax, or an IHA, you guys will try to protect each other in that regard... usually ends in you both falling apart

It sounds like clicking n clacking when you guys kiss

GANGLE:

Very similar to zooble, you guys are fragile. Gangle is ribbon, and you're just bone. You two are both prone to falling apart! You guys fuse together with gangle holding your bones together with her ribbon/j

But actually... I can see that as a funny side gag for "teamwork" for a IHA...

Sometimes her ribbons get stuck between the joints of your hands

[the-main-idiot]

my chnt swap AU will now be called

camp this and that

idea originally provided by @fall3nash2339

all info about characters+ art links under cut😋😋!!

(NEWWER DESIGNS WILL COME SOON, ALL OF THESE ARE FROM A SLIGHTLY OUTDATED STYLE)

all the characters have the same physical appearance (except for sydney), personalities and roles are changed

the nurses~

head nurse: Elijah Volkov, he makes all the announcements, and is mentally decaying. Boy oh boy, is he quite the man. Silly little bpd man, collected mental illness like Pokémon. But he's caring, and will do just about anything in his power to help the campers out when needed. He has a knack for elephants, likes sharing fun facts, not only about elephants but anything and everything. No filter😋 if he's thinking it, he'll say it, obviously nothing bad will come of that. Trust issues, yummy.

assistant nurse: Adam Uptin, always carrying snacks with him, he can get you to share how your parents wronged you then shove a bag of skittles in your hand and walk away. Adam isn't a fan of leaving the nurses cabin, let alone his side office, something about being a vampire and ""ahhhh the suns"",,etc etc. Although, you can lore him outside with some sunscreen, an umbrella, and an apple.

camp counselors (all camps stay the same)

Cabin Dung Beetle: Juniper Sloan. long neck, dirty blonde. British man, he's scared of the water (blah blah blah "i'm experiencing the past, present, and future all at once and i can't breathe." yadda yadda yadda) besides the meltdowns and break downs, he's pretty silly

Cabin Grasshopper : Marisol Yuchengco, 👁️dresses in gothic attire, but she's one of the most understating counselors you'll ever meet. Salem de La Marnierre, 👁️scene kid vibes, lowkey really chill though. The two are dating<3 (basically just the same as chnt, just,,, ya'know,, swapped.)

Cabin Magpie Moth: Rowan Chow, the goofiest mother fucker in the entire camp. He can actually produce sound effects, he doesnt choose them or when they happen, that's up to the universe, they just come from his general area. This man runs off of actual cartoon logic, dont question it.<3

Cabin Silkworm: Yvonne Marley, femcel. That is truly all i have to say about her. She pull's misinformation straight from the internet and spreads it like mold on moist bread. Joshua MacHeath, tictok eboy, he can make a killer flower necklace though. Joshua will sit with the kids who can't/won't participate in certain camp activities and teach them how to make bracelets out of, well, anything and everything!

Cabin Tarantula Hawk: Lucille Bertuccelli,👁️ she's an older counselor, a sweetheart though. Not only does she keep cabin tarantula hawk up am running, but she also is in charge of the arts and crafts cabin! Gracie Liu (👁️lowkey, i forgot gracie liu existed, so all of her color are just inverted. no matter how you picture her in ur brain, just invert the colors)

Cabin Ladybug : Soren Baltimore, 👁️a bit of a quiet lad, it wears a cape given to it by fennel. soren wears pants that are cover completely in pockets, those pockets are practically infinite, anything you can imagine, soren has it in its pockets. Fennel Marlborough, 👁️our favorite camp taxidermist (don't tell anyone) they have the art of life preservation down to a tea, now if they can only get em to start moving again. soren and fennel are tightly nit, they made up two languages, one between only them and the other for the entire cabin.

Cabin Widow-spider: Matthew Napoleon, 👁️he is the void, don't be scared of him just based on looks though. Matthew will teach you about things you thought you knew (you didn't). Because matthew cant actually talk, due to all that void, he communicates in a fun mixture of sign language, charades, and various static esc noises. Matthew is also involved, if not running, most water based activities (and sometimes juno+mila helps out around the cabin)

the cafeteria: Mila Alcorn 👁️and Juno Matsouka, 👁️i say "and" instead of giving the two separate descriptions because they are inseparable, trust me, i've tried. these two fish folk work together in the kitchen to provide food for all the campers at camp this and that. Practically gourmet chefs, these two are quite creative. Even though there's two of them, you'll never have to worry about chaos in the kitchen, mila and juno always compromise with each other, causing for some never before tasted flavors

special doodads

head of camp: Warren Earthman,👁️ he's a, stern, tired, grumpy, old man. also the walls in are covered with different brands and types of chainsaws. beside the threatening aspects of him, he also openly picks favorites and doesn't listen to anything that doesn't openly concern him or the government.

the rot: Sydney October Sargent, a weird rotting man who lives in the woods surrounding the camp. Don't get to close to him without a gas mask, please, the spores that emanate off of him are damn near hallucinogenic. Besides the skin falling off his bones, the various species of bugs living within him, and all the mushrooms/fungus living from his decomposing self, he's almost harmless. I mean, he's in shambles, a corpse who just won't let go, just try not to breathe near him.

Martime: Jedidiah A.M. Martime, a man who keep appearing in my dreams, I don't have dreams often, why is here, in color no less. this annoying, clock obsessed, not even real, man keeps trying to tell me that he's "here for you," and "it's ok, you can take a brake, you have enough time." what that man needs to do is pipe down and accept the fact he doesn't even exist in the physical plane.

[rrenzwrld]

isn’t she lovely?

dad!eren x black reader

— the birth of his daughter becomes one of the best days he’s ever lived

third part? late night inspo at 2am..

part one + part two

— to learn as you go

A few weeks after your daughter was born, sleep was something foreign to the new parents. Late nights that they used to spend sleeping or spend on leisurely activities, they now spent catering to the cries of their daughter, Elle. The both of you did expect this to be hard but you two knew how to communicate and that helped you cooperate with each other in order to navigate the hardships of your new lives.

“Eren,” you lightly tapped your boyfriend as he was sound asleep on the bed with his daughter laid upon his chest. He stirred a bit and was careful not to wake the baby. “I’m going to the store, you gonna be okay with her by yourself?” You didn’t wanna leave her but of course you trusted her father and you took this small opportunity to run out to Walmart to get some things for the house.

“Yeah..” He whispered. “Go on, I got her.” He waved you away before you placed a kiss on his forehead.

As soon as the door closed, it’s like Elle knew.

“Awww no~” Eren whined as his daughter began to cry. He carefully lifted her off his chest. “She’s coming back~” Elle didn’t care what her father was saying to her at the moment and in this point in time, it was clear who the favorite parent was.

Elle’s crying became louder and louder and Eren honestly didn’t know what to do with her by himself. For the past 6 weeks, you and him have worked together on taking care of Elle and this was the first night that one of you was left with her alone. He tried singing to her even though he was a terrible singer and that probably made it worse, he tried turning on the tv and watching cartoons with her, he tried walking around all the rooms in the house, and he’s tried feeding her and checking to see if she needed to be changed. Nothing could stop her wailing.

He was tempted to call you but he didn’t wanna bother you by interrupting your time by yourself.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He spoke to her as he held her tiny body away from his face. “You hurting daddy’s feelings right now, y’know that?” For a second, her cries were dying down.

“You wanna go for a ride?” Elle whimpers and pouts in front of him, her big green eyes looking up at her father’s face. Eren thought he finally cracked the code until she starts up all over again.

“Alright,” He grabs Elle’s blanket and her diaper bag before placing her in the carseat as she still wails loudly in his ear. Eren has tried everything up until this point and he hopes that this one thing will be enough to calm Elle down.

He pulls up to a park that has a shaded area with a bench and tables under it. With a crying Elle, he detaches the car seat and goes to sit down under the shaded area. It’s still dark out so there’s nobody there and the vibe is peaceful. Perfect. He thinks to himself as he gently rocks the carseat back and forth, not taking her out of it. He’s tried this same thing back at the house but that wasn’t nearly as effective.

“You like it better here?” Eren knows she doesn’t understand him but he likes to talk to her as if she does. Elle cracks a tiny smile. “You are just like your mom, y’know that? Bipolar as hell.” Elle continues to smile as Eren rocks the carseat still. He smiles as he thinks of you. “One moment she’s cussin me out and the next she’s putting that pretty smile on me. Just like you’re doin right now.” He booped her nose. You and Elle were his world and he’d give anything to make sure the both of you are protected. Seeing those smiles and hearing those laughs was enough to keep him going everyday. Everything he did was for the both of you and he couldn’t imagine it being any different.

He’s still rocking the carseat, which contained a sleeping Elle now when the phone rings with your contact.

“Hey baby.” He exhales in deep relief when he finally hears your voice.

“Hi~ how’d she do?”

“Uhhh we at the park right now—“

“Why the fuck do you have my baby—“ Your new mother emotions were kicking in when your boyfriend told you that he had your newborn daughter outside at 3am.

He shushes you from the phone. “It’s okay, she’s okay. I just wanted to calm her down that’s all.”

You took a deep breath as you cruised through the clothes aisle. “Did you feed her?”

“Of course I fed her. I tried everything but she just kept crying. But then I brought her here and she’s sleeping now.” Your heart melted.

“Awww~ well, I’ll be home in a bit. Get my baby out that air because if she catches something it’s gon be your—“

He knew you too well. “It’s gonna be my ass, I know baby. We bout to head home now.”

“I love you, Eren.” You loved that man with everything you had and you couldn’t choose anyone better to have a child with

“I love you too, Y/n,” He smiled. “Bye.”

Once Eren made it in the house with Elle and her diaper bag, he went into the nursery and carefully placed the sleeping baby into her pretty white crib. After a few minutes, Eren sat in the rocking chair and snuck in a few Z’s too before he heard you enter the room.

“My babies.” You ran a hand through Eren’s hair as you both watched the baby as she slept soundly.

“You did good.”

He looked up at you. “She was crying for hours and I didn’t know how to—“

“Shhh, it’s fine. She’s okay. You did great.” You reassured as you kissed his forehead.

“You’re a great father.” He scoffed.

“It’s only been 6 weeks— ow…“ You pinched him every time he wanted to downplay himself and he’s been finding a way to do that ever since you brought your daughter home. Even though Elle has only been home for 6 weeks, Eren has proved to be an amazing father. As new parents, you’re prone to make mistakes but he did almost everything perfect with Elle as if it came naturally to him.

“And we’re learning. It’s the name of the game, baby.” You gently rubbed on his shoulders. You were right, being new parents meant there was room to learn new things about how to care for your children everyday and Eren needed to learn how to embrace that. But he knew as well as yourself that as long as the both of you stick together, it’ll get easier overtime.

“Yeah… and you’re obviously the favorite parent.”

[wolfjackle-creates]

Tim Drake and 60 for the ask game!

Number 60: Truth Serum.

This is going to be DC only with no DP. Hope you all enjoy!

I tried something new here and wrote in an omniscient narrator. Hope it comes across okay. I want to practice more because it is a useful POV to write in and I've never really used it before. Not in anything polished, at least.

I'll be honest, this isn't your usual truth serum fic. Hope you all like it anyway!

Word count: 2k

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Tim glared at the person who held him captive. Gotham's newest rogue smiled at him as he held up a syringe. Dressed in a long, white lab coat with blue surgical gloves and black boots, he looked like a cartoon scientist.

"Thank you for coming to me, pet. I've finally perfected my serum and can't wait to make a birdie sing." Glee filled the man as he gloated at his prey. This was the night he’d been working towards for years.

"You'll never get anything from me." Tim finally twisted his hand to the proper angle to feel the edge of the razor blade hidden in his sleeve. They hadn’t bothered stripping him when they took his visible weapons and utility belt, much to Tim’s relief.

"Oh, once we get this in your system, we will!" The scientist laughed. "I've spent years on it, you know. And with it running through your veins, you'll answer all my questions!"

And then, before Tim could release the blade and slice through his ropes, the man jabbed the syringe into his neck. The solution burned going in and Tim grit his teeth against the pain.

The man laughed again. This was the best night of his life. "Now, we wait! Just a few minutes and you'll tell me exactly who Batman is. And the rest of your flock. And anything else I want to know."

Tim glared, but focused on sawing through the ropes without making his movements obvious.

Just as the rope split, he heard the sound of a distant explosion. Mad scientist man glared at Tim before speaking into a walkie. "What was that?"

Tim smirked and found himself answering, "My backup," before he could stop himself. Shit. He bit his cheek and launched himself out of the chair.

He punched the man hard, knocking him to the ground. He wanted to ask if there was an antidote or what side effects he could expect, but he couldn't give the man a chance to ask any questions. Instead, he slammed the man's head into the floor, knocking him out.

Maybe he could find a computer on the way out.

Another explosion sounded and Tim cursed under his breath. Nope, he didn't have time to look for information or computers or even the rest of his gear. He had to get out of here now before his family caught up.

On the other side of the warehouse, Jason laughed as he detonated another explosion. For once, Bruce wasn’t scolding him for the unnecessary force. And Dick even helped him set up the explosives. Over the comms, Barbara’s voice was cold as she told him where he would cause the most destruction.

“This guy’s a chemist,” she said. “He’s worked for Scarecrow in the past and he’s been collecting chemicals in large quantities for the past two months. Red Robin was trying to figure out what sort of concoctions he’s been developing, but hadn’t as of last night’s report.”

Damian snorted. “If he were competent, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Dick tsked at him. “That’s enough, baby bat. RR is plenty competent.”

Bruce cleared his throat. “Enough chatter. Oracle, where to next.”

“Go through the second door on your left. Wait, hold on.” More quietly, she said, “What are you doing RR?”

“What’s happened,” demanded Bruce.

“Based on his tracker, Red Robin has left the room he was held in. But instead of reuniting with you, he’s taken a path into the sewers.”

“I’ll follow RR,” said Dick. “The rest of you focus on taking these guys down.”

“Very well,” agreed Bruce. “Report in once you find him.”

“Will do, B!” Dick said as he turned and rushed back into the city, following Babs’ instructions.

Tim, meanwhile, sprinted through the sewers. He had a safe house nearby. He had a protocol for this and it didn’t involve being anywhere near his family. He didn’t look down as his boots splashed through the disgusting water. It wasn’t far now. Not ten minutes later, he was taking an exit into a retired subway station and climbing the fence to the streets.

Two more blocks, and he was on the fire escape and pushing open the window to his safe house. First thing he did was rush to the computer and turn it on. Two minutes later, he hit send on an SOS.

Scattered across the country, three people’s phones rang with an emergency signal.

Unfortunately for Tim, that was the moment Dick caught up to him as well. Tim heard the window open and a voice call out, “Red Robin?” Though really, calling out was a formality. Dick could tell Tim was in by the lights that were on.

“In the bedroom!” replied Tim before he could stop himself. Then he cursed. Apparently the serum would work even if the question wasn’t stated in full. He dove for the closet where he knew a pair of noise-canceling headphones sat. He slapped them on just as Dick entered the bedroom.

Dick relaxed as soon as he had eyes on his brother. “God, Tim. Don’t worry us like that! Why’d you run?”

But Tim was staring at him with wide eyes. “Because I was injected with a truth serum.” He slapped his hands over his mouth as soon as the words were out and closed his eyes tightly. Lip-read questions also counted apparently.

Dick froze. “What?” he asked.

But with his eyes closed and the headphones on, Tim couldn’t hear him. Dick reached out to touch Tim’s shoulder only to be tackled to the ground.

He had his escrima sticks in his hands and his thumb was over the button to electrify them when he recognized Impulse. “Impulse? What are you doing here?”

Tim wished he could see what Dick was doing, but he couldn’t risk seeing another question. He had too many secrets he was keeping from his family to trust himself around them.

Bart glanced at Tim who’d backed up until he was against the wall. “Rob messaged us with an incident CH3874G. And the protocols for that involve immediate extraction.”

“I’m his brother. I’m not going to hurt him!” Dick glared up at Impulse even as his thoughts were with his brother. Who’d refused to even look at him out of fear.

Bart shrugged. “Incident CH3874G means he is to have no contact with anyone other than myself, Superboy, or Wonder Girl until the effects wear off.”

“That’s ridiculous. We can take care of him just fine in the cave.” Dick twisted and managed to push Bart off, but he barely regained his footing before Bart was back pulling back his arms and holding him fast again. “Let me go!” he shouted.

And that moment was when Kon made his own way through the window. “Not gonna happen until we get Rob far away from Gotham. He doesn’t want any of you around him right now.”

“Seriously, what do you think I’m going to do to him?” protested Dick.

“Uh… Isn’t it obvious?” asked Bart. “You’re going to ask him questions. And there’s only five questions Tim will tolerate being asked when he’s under the influence of a truth serum.”

“What questions are those?” asked Dick.

Kon snorted. “If you don’t already know, then you don’t get to know.” He walked past Bart and Dick to stand in front of Tim. Kon blocked Dick’s vision enough that he couldn’t see Tim’s face.

Kon tapped a simple “hey” on Tim’s shoulder in Morse code. “Hey, Rob,” he repeated verbally when Tim opened his eyes.

Tim sagged against the wall in relief when he recongized Kon. And he caught a glimpse of Impulse behind him, too. Good, he’d be getting out of here. He hugged Kon tightly, shutting his eyes again so he wouldn’t be able to see Dick.

Kon chuckled and rubbed his back before pulling away. Making sure to enunciate clearly so Tim could read his lips, he said, “No questions until we get you to the designated place. Cassie’s meeting us there. Climb aboard the Super Express.”

Dick could only watch helplessly as his little brother was carried away into the night. “Why wouldn’t you let me help?”

Bart snorted. “Look, Nightwing, I like you. But I like Tim more. He’s my teammate. And he holds nothing so dear as his secrets. Be honest, would you or Batman or any of your friends and siblings let the chance to question him pass by? Would you let him keep his secrets?”

“Of course I would!” Dick insisted. But he knew his family. Bruce wouldn’t. Jason wouldn’t. Damian absolutely wouldn’t.

Bart snorted in disbelief. “Then maybe you should ask yourself why Tim doesn’t trust you enough to even ask.”

Dick glared at the wall, but didn’t have a retort.

“Now, this has been fun, but I’ve got a best friend to look after. We’ll return him once he’s better!” And Bart rushed off to join his friends. Tim would be trying to find a cure as soon as he had access to a computer, but Bart rather hoped it’d just have to wear off on it’s own. It had been too long since they’d gotten together for a movie marathon in a pillow fort.

--

In the end, Tim didn’t return to Gotham for three days. Three days over which Dick reconsidered every interaction he’d had with his brother, trying to figure out when he’d lost his trust.

He had to admit that stalking was practically a family love language, though. And Damian didn’t help the situation by loudly and often lamenting the lost opportunity to question Tim on anything and everything.

Bruce merely hummed when Dick reported on the situation. He was just glad his son had freed himself before spilling any family secrets and was currently safe with his own friends. Kon sent periodic updates to Clark who passed them onto Bruce, so he knew his son was safe. Nothing else mattered.

The moment Kon set down on the grounds of Wayne Manor with Tim, half the family rushed out to greet them.

“Tim,” said Bruce. “I’ll expect your report by the time we start patrol.”

Tim laughed, “You know, B, you could just ask me how I am. I’m fine, by the way. Truth serum wore off about twelve hours ago. It had a ridiculously long half life. But don’t worry, I’ve already got ideas for potential reversal agents.”

Before Bruce could reply, Dick was pulling Tim into a tight hug. “Glad to see you doing better, Timmy.” More quietly so only Tim and Kon could hear, he whispered, “And I’m sorry.”

Tim pulled away confused. “For what?”

Dick stared back, mouth agape. “I— because I tried to ask you questions?”

Tim laughed and shook his head. “No hard feelings. I would’ve done the same. That’s why I messaged the people I did.”

Damian sniffed. “It does raise the question of what secrets you are keeping from us.”

Tim shrugged and grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes and hummed. “Would you be willing to have lunch with just me, Tim? It’s been a long time since we had any one-on-one time.”

Tim swallowed. “Oh, uh, I should really write that report, don’t you think?”

Bruce chuckled. “I’ll let you skip it if you have lunch with me.”

Kon pretended he didn’t hear the quiet “fuck” Tim let out. “Well,” he said, “I think that’s my cue to leave. Catch you later, Tim!”

“Bye, Kon!” Tim hugged him quickly, then he was alone with his family. He sighed. “Fine, B. I’ll have lunch with you.”

He only hoped at least half his secrets would survive the meal.

-----

It's easiest to lie to Bruce when he doesn't suspect you're lying. When he knows and is actively trying to figure out what you're hiding? It's a lot harder.

So, I know truth serum implies secrets will be revealed, but I just couldn't believe that Tim didn't have a fail safe in place for one. And his friends are ride-or-die and would help him get away from The Batman if necessary. So they did.

Dick and Tim talk it out later and Dick gets added as a back up to any future Truth Serum incidents.

[isa-ghost]

Hey Isa, you wouldn't happen to have any head cannons back there would you?

Also, I hope you're doing well

Yeah hold on lemme check in the back *glass breaking* *metal clanging* *vine boom* *BRUH.mp4* *more glass breaking* *cartoon boink* *high pitched scream* *Taco Bell dong*

Okay got em here ya go

Phil headcanons masterlist

Quesadilla Island gave him SUCH a taste for Latin food and he can't fucking just Get That when he's home in the Hardcore world. Can you imagine him asking Rose to open a portal to another world for a 2am Taco Bell run. That's not even real/good Latin food but can you imagine.

Actually that's another thing he misses, Rose doesn't communicate with him directly when he's home. I don't have an idea of what the reasoning is for that but :(

Goddess of Death likes to tease him about his perching. She makes him so self-aware of it and he hates it but in that "god fucking damn it Kristin. I'm doing it again" way.

Ender King is just a bitch. Phil was scared of him on Quesadilla Island because there was no control or way of predicting what he'd do there. Or why. Or how. Phil generally isn't scared of a long-dead bitch baby. No, there's a hardcore deity we haven't met yet that he's scared of. And if Apollo doesn't dodgeball me on this the day Phil does a new build to introduce one of the two we haven't met yet, I might make a fan deity.

👆🏻 I mentioned this on stream Friday 9/6, I'm already cooking on the fan deity LMAO.

As a chronic overthinker who's way too insistent on constantly mentally firing on all cylinders in order to survive, this dumbass frequently forgets that taking walks (or more commonly: flights) help him unwind and actually organize his thoughts. He's so bad at walking away for a bit and returning to something with fresh eyes and a clear head. And then he remembers to do that finally and is like 🤯 about it.

Honestly, the same could be said for his emotions. I might have made a hc to this effect before, but he has such a bad habit of clinging to distractions or stubbornly trucking on from things instead of just letting himself Sit with his emotions, processing them and letting them just exist and then pass. He's a very proactive coper, but sometimes action isn't the answer and that's something he hasn't quite learned yet (Rose is trying to teach him this). He absolutely fucking hates doing it, but sometimes the best solution for him really is to just. Sit and cry it out, or seethe, or ride out the panic attack. Whatever it is.

Sitting in the warm sunshine, the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind, and the sight of flower pedals floating in the air fill him with deep, somber nostalgia for comfortably sitting and chatting with Chayanne & Lullah. Watching sunsets too. This is one of few times he'll actually do something to the effect of the previous hc and just let himself sit and Feel. He just can't do it alone, he needs the Murder to sit with him & chat.

Some things he'll do when he actually let's himself sit somewhere & vibe: chat with the Murder, fish, sketch something he sees (often Dorothy), organize his inventory (rarely).

Nowadays he also sketches things of Chayanne & Lullah, sometimes Missa, occasionally Techno. He also really likes doodling random emblems and sigils, often meant for the gods (minus EK) or Techno.

Btw he still gets paranoid about resource gathering, inventory management, and collecting cool stuff ever since his possession. :) Even now that he's back in the Hardcore world, where it's ironically more unlikely that Ender King can/will hurt him, he gets anxious about over-indulging his crow brain.

He's not ALWAYS treating the Murder like it's on sight. Sometimes he'll sit and preen their feathers (or his own while they do their own), he has a massive feeder full of any treat a crow would find yummy imaginable, and half the time they go on those walks/flights he should take to de-stress more often, it's for them because they're the little shits that love to travel so much. He's an explorer and historian/archivist, sure, but he tends to stick to the structures of the gods that he's discovered.

Which btw calling back to that Deep Dark Deity, if they end up existing in canon (and if not, this will be canon for my AU or whatever), he hasn't met/discovered them or their structures yet bc he's too cautious to explore the Deep Dark thoroughly. :)

Honestly this feels like a low-hanging fruit hc that I'm sure tons of people have, but Phil desperately wants to bring Missa to the Hardcore world some day to show him the builds and teach him about the gods.

When he got back to the Hardcore world after QSMP, he took some time to recover emotionally and then anxiously visited Endlantis to add some,, security to the cave Ender King's corpse is sealed in. Will it work? Probably not. But it makes him feel safer.

He has a journal/scrapbook type thing documenting everything he sees & learns about the deities and their associates (ex: He & She). He wishes he could've brought it with him to Quesadilla Island so he could've taught Chayanne & Lullah more about them in detail. But they're somewhere in the world with him now, so he's sure they've learned more over the last 4 months. :)

[starsurface]

Hi, hello, how are you? I hope you’re good. :3.

I love your writing and I was hoping you could do a CG Kung Lao, Rain and Kenshi (separate) with a regressor reader? Just some head cannons or something like that Tehehe have a good day sending virtual snackies 🍦🍪🍩🍭🍫🍬

Hi!!! I'm doing good!! How about you? I hope your doing well!! <3

And thank you for the snacks!! I'm on a weight loss program (not diet), and I miss being able to freely have those things.

Sending some to you as well!! 🍓🎂🍬��🍨

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CG Kung Lao w/ Regressor Hcs

🍖 Very exciting CG!!!

🍖 He makes sure to spoil you with affection, whether that’s blowing raspberries on your cheek, or reminding you about how cute/handsome you are!!

🍖 Very good CG with playtime!!! Very fluent too!

🍖 Bigger kids that like running around, playing hopscotch, wrestling? Sign him up!! That sounds like a blast!!

🍖 Little/calming activities, such as building blocks, blowing bubbles, or pattycake? That sounds fun! Do you wanna sit outside on a blankie and play too?

🍖 Very big on getting some outside time, and will take you to his (Raiden’s) small personal garden so you don’t feel too uncomfy being small in public (unless you really don’t want to, he won’t force you)

🍖 He gets very sad if your sad or regress negatively

🍖 His main goal is to cheer you up, even if he has to act like a funky monkey and do a money dance to get you to giggle :(

🍖 Then he’ll cuddle you, put on your favorite cartoon, and get you a whole bucket of your favorite ice cream

🍖 His main mission is to make sure your happy and giggling

🍖 Kung Lao’s strong, and he wants you to know it

🍖 How? Easy! He’ll just carry you everywhere!! :D

🍖 After all, why would you need to walk when your Big Strong Lao is right here? 💪

🍖 This works great if your more of a dependant or clingy regressor!! But if your more of an independant regressor, just tell him and he’ll die down

🍖 I’m not going to make Kung Lao’s entire personality (My Baby’s much more than that) but he’ll make you a food/chore chart!!! Especially if you have difficulties doing these things, both big and little

🍖 ^ And you get a reward at the end of the week!!! :D (and don’t worry about a couple of slip ups effecting your reward, accidents happen sometimes)

🍖 No touching his hat, it’s a big no no

🍖 Well . . . maybe you can touch it

🍖 But he has to put a protecting rubbering on the blades!!! You could get really hurt, and just cause you wanna look cool just like Lao, doesn’t mean you should put your safety will be put on the line

🍖 You can’t throw it either, it’s also a big no no :(

🍖 He’s very good with regressors that use padding!!

🍖 In past games, it’s hinted that the Kung Family is decently big (hyposithis, but still), plus he also has Kung Jin as a nephew/cousin depending on the timeline, so he probably has some brothers/sisters of some sort

🍖 He’ll blow raspberries on your tummy, or jingle keys above you, trying to make sure your not too embarrassed <3

🍖 Kung Lao’s a big competitive, but he’ll always make sure to let you win

🍖 It might hurt his ego a bit (lot), but you look so happy when you run the race!! Or when your car was faster!! 🥺

🍖 He loves arguing with you, especially if you babble, thinks sassy babies are adorable

🍖 Also . . . he’s arguing with a toddler, and he finds the loosing battle highly entertaining

🍖 Favorite CG nicknames are Lao, Lao-Lao, and Papa

🍖 Calls you many nicknames!! Pumpkin, Sweetie, Little One, Aweseome

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CG Rain w/ Regressor Hcs

💧 Very calm CG

💧 His favorite activity is cuddling with you after a long day

💧 He also likes preforming magic shows though!!

💧 Normally Rain huffs about using his powers for ‘silly’ things

💧 But if his baby wants a water show? . . . How could he say no? They just wanna see how cool their Dada is, obviously!!

💧 He’ll make some water form into little shapes, like stars or fishies swimming by

💧 He becomes very proudful and happy when you giggle and awe, telling him about how awesome he (his magic) is!! 🥺

💧 Your not allowed to touch his staff though, that’s his staff :(

💧 He’s also a bit worried you’ll break it by accident, especially if your tiny tiny or a little ruckus

💧 He’s actually really good with hyper littles!!

💧 He keeps you somewhat in line, chasing after you if your running around, or atleast keeping you close by

💧 He won’t help in your pranks though >:(

💧 In fact, he won’t even save you from the scolding you might get from the person you pranked!! >:O

💧 You wanted to prank them, you’ve gotta have your own consequences :(

💧 ^ . . . He’ll give you candy or something after because he feels bad if you got in trouble . ..  And he’ll probably end up saving you from a big lecture

💧 Your his baby, only he can lecture you >:(

💧 He’s also really good with younger or calmer littles!!!

💧 Hopscotch, tag, and those games can be very fun!!

💧 But he’s also content with cuddling or having you on his lap

💧 He’ll even take you out to the royal gardens and help you watch the little froggies!!!

💧 Outside time is important to him, but he’s also very content staying inside too

💧 He has a really nice bookshelf!! . . . That your not allowed to touch >:\

💧 He likes it organized, and they’re mostly boring magic books

💧 ^ But he’ll get some children books for your!! Whether it’s those baby books, or some simple chapter books (that he’ll read to you, or in his freetime so he can talk to you about it)

💧 Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Bubba, and Rainy

💧 Guys, I wanna call him Fishy 🥺

💧 I think it’d be a really good nickname for him and all he’d give you as a reaction would be 😑, which totally means he likes it cause he’s not lecturing you!! :D

💧 . . . And your giggles/smiles after calling him that make up for you being mean to him

💧 Favortie nicknames for you are Button, Lovebug, Sweetheart, Little One

💧 ^ Rascal if your more energetic (lovingly of course)

💧 If your okay with it, I can see him playfully calling you a brat (also lovingly, and when you’ve done something naughty but not super naughty)

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CG Kenshi w/ Regressor Hcs pt 2

❤️ Protective Dada, you’re always within his reach

❤️ And even when your not, he’ll keep a close eye on you

❤️ Again, super good with a lot of ages!

❤️ Middles that want to sit down and watch TV or talk about their favorite band, he’s up for a nice chat (and is really good at treating you your age!!!)

❤️ Bigger kids that want to run around and play chase? He’s gonna make you a leash kid 😮‍💨 (lovingly of course)

❤️ Toddler that wants to make bracelets? He’ll wear them with pride!! And he’s good at tieing the knots at the end!!

❤️ Baby that just wants to cuddle up to him? How about you sit on Dada’s lap while he helps you color your picture?

❤️ Any kind of pet regressor? Well, he can play ug-a-war, or have you lazy on him or his coat!!

❤️ Guys, I dunno about you, but his voice makes me feel really tiny 🥺

❤️ ^ He’d use that to his advantage, softly talking to you on a particularly bad day so you’ll feel smaller faster

❤️ He’s also got a really good ‘Knock that off’ stern voice :(  (Similar to Nightwolf, they can both be really scary when they wanna)

❤️ Not that he purposely scares you!!! He only uses the voice when he really has to, he enverw ants his baby to be scared of him

❤️ If you use padding, and he’s using Sento, he’s very good at it!!!

❤️ He’s trying to learn how to change you without Sento (he’s not the best, but he’s getting good at it!!)

❤️ When he got blinded, he struggled with some activities and watching over you in general, but he also made sure to reassure you that he wanted to watch after you and you shouldn’t feel ashamed being small

❤️ It’s just a process of reworking and figuring some things out

❤️ Yes, he can see with Sento, and he mainly does, but he’s also working on not being hinder on it

❤️ His tattoos are pretty filled in from what it looks like, but if you wanna take a makeup brush and make him your personal canvas, he’ll let you (he finds it cute)

❤️ Kenshi knows how to cook, and he’d make your favorite little meals!! Whether they’re extragevent, or just some dino nuggies he can pop into the stove

❤️ No, you cannot help him, you might get burned and he doesn’t want you injured

❤️ He will let you sit on the stove nearby though!! Maybe you can pass him some seasonings (if you can read them correctly)

❤️ His chuckle when you hand him the wrong one, redirecting you to the right one as he calls you Silly 🥺

❤️ He won’t let you have unlimited candy because he’s mean >:(

❤️ And he doesn’t want your blood sugars to go too high or low, nor does he want to give you a tummy ache

❤️ Other nicknames he likes calling you are Little Lamb, Sweetheart, Tiny, Angel, Bunny

❤️ ^ I’m really set on him calling you Precious 🥺 (it’s his favorite nickname for you)

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Ugh, I love all these characters so much. 🥺

[sorenphelps]

All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

[youmarin]

Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 9: The Miya Swap

Summary: The twins are up for mischief once again.

Word count: 1,224 + Extra 13 [275]

A/N at the end of post.

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During the late summer, Atsumu had stopped dying his hair. His decision had nothing to do with a certain 4?, 5? year old kid that had made fun of him a few months back. It was purely to keep his hair healthy after being out in the sun, the pool and the couple of times he went to the beach. And maybe a little because of the roasting too. 

The twins were both startled, Osamu almost dropping the towel he had just been using to dry his hair when they nearly ran into each other in the hallway.

Oh finally he got rid of that horrid yellow hair. 

 Apparently Osamu had had the same thought, and the grey dye was gone, leaving it all back to his natural brown hair.  But it wasn’t long until Atsumu started complaining. 

“Now we’re gonna get mixed up at school again.”  The ex-box dye blonde whined.

“Just run your mouth and they’ll notice the difference.” the youngest taunted. Then in a second, the idea almost shone on top of his head like in a cartoon. He slapped a hand over his twin’s mouth as if by reflex, knowing he would argue back and effectively shut him up. Atsumu frowned. “But it could be fun too.”

Atsumu swatted his hand away, “What? Pretending to be you? I don’t see any fun in that.” 

Osamu rolled his eyes, holding back.

 I share the sentiment.

 “Not that.” 

“Then what?” He thought for a moment, “Remember that time we tricked basically the whole school for a week and mom found out?”  They had at least done it once at each school they’ve been to, which amounted to 3 times. And then only in “emergencies”.

“Not that either.”” Osamu shuddered, remembering the scolding their mom gave them the last time (She found it a bit funny too but being the authority is hard work normally when it comes to the duo, so as mother Miya she has the responsibility to keep her boys in check. Concessions as such were dangerous and could end on a bigger problem. And now that they were older, she’d trusted they wouldn’t do it again. But they’d done it again last year. Of course she knew not everyone could tell them apart if they didn’t know the boys well. At times that might bother them too, so sometimes they would use that to have things go their way or make fun. After all, she knew them best).

“Then what?” 

Osamu grinned, “Y/n.” 

Atsumu brightened up and mirrored his brother's expression but then hesitated. Flashbacks of the training camp scheme came to his mind, the first and last time he’d done that to you. “I don’t know. She was very upset after the training camp prank.” And he’d suffered the most, both physically and emotionally. 

“That was because she thought we were hurt. But this one’s harmless.” He promised.

Atsumu scrunched up his nose, “Mmm… I’m still not sure…” 

“Forget it.”  Osamu waved his hand brushing it off. If nothing else worked, provocation would, “Pussy.”

“What was that?” 

-

Next week during morning practice, you found all the boys gathered around in a circle. They were having a discussion you couldn’t quite make out what it was about from your spot, some agreeing with each other while others argued back. 

“Kita- senpai, you really are okay with that?”

“Whatever happens, it’s on them.” 

“Please don’t tell on us, Aran-kun.”

“How are you even able to tell them apart?” 

A sigh, “Years of experience.” 

“What are you guys doing?” You asked, putting your bag down on the bench and walking over. 

The group broke apart at the sound of your voice, and there the twins stood in the middle, both smiling. And their hair. Their hair was back to their natural color. It made you think back to the little Miya twins in junior high. 

“They’re so alike it’s freak-ish.” 

“They’re- They’re twins. That’s what twins are like.” 

“And as if they weren’t freak-ish before.” 

At least on the court, it was easy for the others to identify them because of their positions and different play styles. But during the day is when the real messing around started. For a whole week, when you wanted to talk with one twin the other would take their place. But you pretended like you didn’t notice because three could play that game. Atsumu wouldn’t say anything, but by the third day he started to grow a little annoyed by you not being able to tell them apart. He thought you would be able to with you having been around them for months now most of the day.

Come lunch, you were walking around the school yard after eating. Atsumu spotted you from a window on the hallway of the second level of the building and decided against returning to his classroom. 

“Ah, Osamu.” you smiled at him, a playful glint in your eye he failed to notice. Why did he agree to do this again? Ah, sure, it was supposed to be fun. And it had been. At least at first.

“Hi.” his voice came naturally quiet. Maybe this was affecting him too much; he was already sounding like his twin.

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yes.” he said a bit too abruptly. “Yes. It’s just- I saw you from inside and thought I’d join ya.” 

“Sure.” you smiled at him again. You walked around together in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but so unlike him it felt a little odd. And you’d noticed his mood had been down. But he still kept the façade. 

You sighed, “Atsumu.” 

“Hmm?” Something was totally bothering him. He had completely spaced out. It took him a moment to notice his slip up. “Wha- I’m not-”

“‘Tsumu, I know  that it’s you. I’ve known the entire time.” You chuckled while you watched him open and close his mouth like a fish out of the water. 

“You did? Then why…”

“You tried to mess around with me first so I decided to mess with you too.” 

Atsumu laughed heartily.

“What were the tells?” 

“Mmm…” You turned to face him as you pretended to think. “Your voice. It’s just a tad higher pitched than Osamu’s.” He froze as you stepped closer, looking him in the eyes. Very close. He gulped. “Your eyes. They are warmer than his.” Stepping back again. “Apart from the obvious resemblance, you two are different.” You shrugged as you continued your walk, while he tried to hide his furious blush by turning his face to the side. But he was happy to be done playing this game. 

When he recovered, he returned to being his usual self, “So ya been stealing looks at me?” making you chuckle, then your laughter slowly died down as one particular memory resurfaced. A summer night, Atsumu in front of you after you finally reunited with the whole team, the light from the nearby stand bringing out the color of his eyes. Well, that moment had been enough to notice all the little things.

You felt heat start to rise up to your face and reach the tip of your ears. 

Fortunately, the bell rang signalling the end of lunch break and the beginning of afternoon lectures. He smiled at you from further down the hallway before you both entered your respective classrooms. 

-

Extra 13: The Miya Swap Technique Reveal: Academic Safe! 

Ding! 

They fetched out their phones to see a text message notification from Suna. 

Japanese Lit. teacher dropped a surprise quiz today. 

Sharing a look, Osamu saw the horror flash in Atsumu’s eyes. He hadn’t reviewed his notes at all. Damn, he’d barely been able to finish his summer homework on time. The second term had started not too long ago. Why would they be having a quiz so soon? 

“Cover for me, please?” 

“What’s in it for me?” 

“I’ll do our next English exam for you.” Even if that meant getting his own grade down. Atsumu could say he’d at least improved his English. He knew his was better than Osamu’s.

“Nah. Not an exam.” It was risky pretending during a quiz, but if they got caught (which they hadn’t been so far) they wouldn’t lose as many points.  During an exam was a different thing. They could easily fail the class. “You’ll do my English homework for two months.” 

“Two months?!”  He scowled. He considered his options. He’d rather start with a higher grade now, slack off later during the term and do enough just to pass than with a sad grade that he’ll need to drag himself out of and up. 

He sent a quick text to Suna.

How many points is it worth?

A response almost instantly.

40pts. 

Okay, that was sadistic. That teacher was terrible.

“You’ll have to get me at least a 35. If you get me a grade lower than 30 you’re getting only one month of homework.” Getting a perfect score would bring suspicion.

“I’ll get ya a 36. And I get two months of homework.” 

“Deal.”

A/N: Hello, dear readers! It's been a while (since January I think?). Life's been pretty uneventful on my side. I've been sick for like a month now (I'm sick of this cough that won't leave me alooone!I feel like that yellow cat meme. You know which one I'm talking about I'm sure). Also, the heat sensation reaching a little more than 100 degrees for most of this month... We're melting here. Summer hasn't even started. It's always like summer here anyway. I want Fall to come already to see if the temperatures go down (like in this fall chapter. I'm always out of season here lol). This one's for the Miya twins (and well, Atsumu stans, enjoy this one. It's me. I love him). It's short. Probably the shortest after Part 1. But cute imo. And I wrote most of it on Tuesday and it's already going up? No overthinking for months like with the last part? I want to think Atsumu didn't bleach his hair until he got older?? Maybe Timeskip Tsumu? When it actually looks good? XD I love him but that doesn't mean I won't roast him. Cuz I don't think he would start doing that to his hair at what? 15 yrs old? Also, for the sake of the chapter and looking for it to make sense (am I making sense? JAJA). Not me looking up stuff about hair dye and bleach bc I've never dyed my hair and it remains its virgin black color. And at the end thinking it ain't that serious. The search history tho. To end this long ass note, a lil fun fact: Where I'm from, we call people with non-natural blond hair "rubio/a de farmacia" which is "pharmacy blond/e", mostly if it is very noticeable that they aren't real blondies or if it doesn't suit them. 💀 But also joking. I don't know, it has always been funny to me. The phrase has been around for a long time but I remember during 2017 was it? I was still in high school, the national baseball team dyed their hair blond and a lot of people did in support. So there were pharmacy blondes everywhere. A lot of students did too. Man that was so bad. 😭😂 Anyways, hope you are well, and enjoy your reading. Until next time! - Youmarin

[fosermi]

since animation is literally your major, is there any details from the Sonic X Shadow generations clip we saw today that you might want to talk about?

OK SO major spoilers under the cut for the preview of the Sonic x Shadow gen prolouge

i was WAY too busy fangirling to give a proper analysis BUT when it does come out fully i might just do one, also please take note im still in my second year of studying to be an animator so these are purely my opinion. for now i can point out a few things that i genuinely want to talk about.

first thing that stood out to me was that 2D-3D style of animation, definitely something i dont think we've seen be done for the franchise before (correct me if im wrong) and it reminds me so much of RWBY in a way. There were some bits that, to me, looked choppy BUT THEN AGAIN those were the parts that needed to be choppy for emphasis reasons, specifically it was at the start where Shadow is having some sort of break down. its obvious from how choppy his movements are in comparison to the smoothness of the rest of the preview that shadow was genuinely shaking. with that 2D-3D style that choppyness looks janky as fuck but its so perfect for conveying how uptight and bottled up shadow's emotions are. its so hard to try and capture what im saying but trust me its there!!

second thing i wanna point out are the camera angles. they shift so much to serve the dramatization of the scenes and its so ✨JUICY✨like i shit you not, i cant stop staring at the different camera angles and going "oooohhh ahhhhh" and trying to rationalize the reasoning for those angles because HOLY SHIT they're so good and they actually do serve a really good cinematic purpose!! its easy for people to get lost in the changing of perspectives and camera angles but this? oh this does it so good that it actually drives the plot FORWARD instead of it seeming like separate scenes mashed together.

third thing I'll point out is the scene color shifts. when doing something cinematic, ambiance is key. so when the scene shifted from this soft and comforting blue hues

to this eerie red so suddenly with our only warning being a slight shaking of the screen??

that made it such a surprise that it gets the viewer on alert!! a good thing!!!

now i can go on and on about the different colors for each scene but let me just touch up on this one scene in specific:

it quickly goes from hopeful gold/good light to ominous black/no light, very contrasting, which can mean oh so many things... most notably; maria's hope vs shadow's resolve.

fourth thing ill touch up on are the frames where shadow runs. specifically the one where he runs out of frame from maria.

we get almost 1 frame of a model and then...

these frames here? chefs kiss, perfect. showing us just how fast shadow really is, so fast that we the light from his airshoes doesnt catch up until a fraction of a second later!!! even the glow in the doorway changes to reflect that short millisecond split.

fifth thing ill point out and its a small little thing thats making me absolutely rabid:

he fucking glows.

and yeah, sure, you can argue that its bounce light, its most probably is bounce light since its under harsh light conditions BUT if that was the case the glow wouldnt be this vibrant of a shade and it would give an aura and not specifically on his markings. just a little thing i noticed that i will get to screaming about when i post this.

last thing i wanna touch up on is the sound effects. they were just so very crunchy and pared up with the animation style?? oh it was delicious!! i have some issues with the lip sync but then again they were trying to go for an anime/western cartoon hybrid style here so its bound to be off on the lip sync.

anyway, thanks for listening to my silly ramblings, its nothing too impressive just a fangirl fangirling. now if you'll excuse me, ill go scream to the eclipse nation about glowing hedgehog.

[mayflowers515]

Smiling Critters AU: Lore Headcanons

Okay, time for some more plot-heavy headcanons I have for the Critters of this AU! This includes plot elements relating to their characters that I have planned as well as some more relationship details like their familial relationships and friendships.

Note: Although this is meant to be a wholesome cartoon AU, there may be some slight dark elements in here, but not as upscaled. I also don't have personal lore planned for everyone yet as of today, but I can update this post when I think of anything else for them (or a part 2? Idk) Either way, here's what I have for them so far!

CatNap has his main scent, lavender, but he also retains his poppy gas like his canon counterparts. He is terrified of the poppy gas and its abilities. He has once seen firsthand how bad the effects of this gas can be, so he tries to what he can to maintain his lavender scent for his friends. His poppy gas replaces his usual lavender scent when he's under high stress and emotion, so he tries to stay as calm as possible.

The above hc is also part of the reason as to why he sleeps throughout the day so much. He feels more calm at nighttime as it's more peaceful for him than in the daytime when there are possible mishaps he may witness that can make him upset. He may not witness any mishaps, but he's so scared of his ability that he doesn't want to take the chance.

CatNap is very calm outwardly, but he still has stress. However, to avoid unleashing his second scent, he keeps all his stress inward. Unbeknownst to CatNap, however, repressing his negative emotions only makes the effects of his poppy gas worse. He has never managed it into anything better as a result of being so terrified and repressing those feelings for so long. (Note about his poppy gas since I keep bringing it up, but it keeps a lot of the same effects that it has in the original cartoon and in Poppy Playtime, but in the AU, an addition to this is that the effects of CatNap's poppy gas depends on his mental state. They can worsen if he feels negative emotions in the moment or can build up to be worse since he has built up his negative emotions in an unhealthy way)

CraftyCorn is of royal blood (may or may not have been inspired by some users already- =v='). She was a princess of a faraway kingdom. However, she wasn't really treated with respect back home, and as a result, she ran away and eventually found her way to the home of the Smiling Critters. She was barely let out of her castle often. Her parents didn't want her outside until she could prove to them that she could be a "perfect princess" for them. They have always been hard on Crafty for even the smallest mistakes she's made. She couldn't even express herself outside of what her parents wanted her to be. When she started to get interested in art, her parents declined her interest, only seeing the mess in the art. Basically... Crafty: "Don't you like my painting? I put a lot of work into it..." Her parents: "Painting is for the desperate, homeless people, Crafty. Not a refined, young lady like you. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Yeah... Her parents didn't have the best mindset either. They would look down on anyone that didn't fit in with their status. This was another reason Crafty wanted to run away. She didn't want to deal with that attitude from her parents anymore, and she certainly doesn't want to think she's above everyone else all because she is a princess.

Since Crafty was barely let out of her castle, not a lot of people outside of her kingdom know of her being royal blood. None of her friends really knew at first either. She is cautious about sharing too much of herself as a result of her status. She didn't want others to think of her any differently, and part of the reason as to why she's shy about certain aspects of herself that reminds others of royalty, such as her singing voice (in her friends eyes, it sounds like that of a fairytale princess) and her house (which is ironically in the form of a tower in canon; Crafty actually does like her home's exterior despite it linking back to her status in a way, but she designs it on the inside where very little sense of regal style on the inside, just so she can keep the personal tastes she's been wanting to express for so long).

I can imagine PickyPiggy having a lot of siblings, with her being the oldest. It's why she naturally has a sort of motherly nature to her personality. She got used to raising her siblings by herself as a result of her parents' sudden disappearance while she was 7-8 years old. To this day, she doesn't know what happened to them... (I have an idea, but this is the wholesome AU, so I won't actually mention in its canon, but let's just say... they weren't looking too hot...) (EVERYTHING IN STRIKETHROUGH IS A RETCONNED PLOT AS OF 3/21)

Bobby BearHug is very small for a bear, though granted she is still considered a cub. But it comes as such a surprise because her parents are MASSIVE. They could easily tower over her if they could. However, despite her parents looking like they would be brutes, they are actually gentle giants most of the time. It's the reason why Bobby herself has her signature huggable personality. She was raised to always love and cherish the things around her, and it shows in many of her interactions with her friends and people she meets.

I do imagine one day Bobby is going to have this big growth spurt and will become much taller when she's older, though-

In contrast to Bobby, Bubba is very large. Not really a surprise there since he's an elephant. What is a surprise, though, are his parents. I can imagine his parents either being elephants affected with dwarfism that adopted him or parents of different species that are just really small. Either way, Bubba's parents are much smaller compared to him, but they still raised him well and respected his interests.

I may do something separate for all the Critters' friendships in the future, but for right now, I can list their close friends to get a better idea of who they get along with the most! The names in bold mean best friend status while no bold means they're very close friends (CatNap = DogDay, Crafty; DogDay = CatNap; Bobby BearHug = Picky, Crafty; CraftyCorn = Bobby, Bubba; KickinChicken = Hoppy, Bubba; Hoppy Hopscotch = Kickin; Bubba Bubbaphant = Crafty, PickyPiggy = Bobby)

Here are the ages and birthdays I headcanon for all the Critters (from oldest to youngest):

Bubba Bubbaphant: 12 (January 16th)

CraftyCorn: 12 (April 7th)

DogDay: 12 (July 17th)

CatNap: 12 (November 20th)

PickyPiggy: 11 (May 18th)

Hoppy Hopscotch: 11 (June 2nd)

KickinChicken: 11 (December 7th)

Bobby BearHug: 10 (February 28th)

13. I do also want to plan something for the Critters' emblems. They may work similarly as Care Bears with having their own individual powers. They of course, can use their scents with these as well. All they have to do to release their scents is tap their necklace emblem two times. This is so they won't accidentally release their scent if something happens like them falling (in the case of if they only needed one tap). In the case of their special abilities, they have to draw a circle on their emblem and tap it to release their ability onto others. Here are the abilities I have planned for them right now:

CatNap = Dream watching. He can tap his emblem then tap the head of one who's sleeping. He can then enter their dreams to then check if it's a good or bad dream. He is allowed to stay in the dream until he gets out himself or the dreamer wakes up.

DogDay = Can light up the way with his emblem by creating a mini sun. The mini sun will follow around DogDay wherever he goes, whenever he needs it. Sometimes this can also affect CatNap's emblem, as it can light up whenever DogDay's is lit up. After all, the moon can't shine without the sun :>

Bobby BearHug = Can open people's hearts to emotion. Either to their own emotions so they can be released in a healthy way, or so that the emotions of everyone are more clear. Can help in the case of arguments and discord.

CraftyCorn = Unleashes a paintbrush that can create whatever is desired. However, it needs color to work. So if certain colors aren't there to make the item Crafty wants, it may not work. This is also there so her powers are balanced in a sense.

KickinChicken = Can create any mode of travel necessary (inspired by his motto of perserverence). Can be used for most of anything from a literal star like from Kirby, roller skates, a car, helicopter, etcetera. However, it needs energy in order to fully work. It can only create one thing per day before it needs a charge so it can shine just as much!

Hoppy Hopscotch = Can increase the speed of a process or can make someone else go faster. However, like with Kickin's emblem, Hoppy's power needs to charge. She can know if it's fully charged if there's a storm cloud that appears before her power is unleashed, meaning that it's charged.

Bubba Bubbaphant = Can clear out the clutter in others' minds so that they can think more clearly. He will know if his power worked by the time an idea comes through the person's head with a light bulb.

PickyPiggy = Can be used for storage; it's useful for any resources the group might need for later but can't carry on them. Picky's storage can change depending on her energy at the moment, so if she has low energy, the things she can store will be minimal. That's why she eats a little something before using this feature!

14. Their scents have different ability compared to their emblems, and these abilities are meant to be more subtle in comparison. They can affect certain feelings in people, so here's how it works for all of them in the cartoon AU:

CatNap = Lavender (primary scent) for feelings of sleepiness; Poppy (secondary scent) also for sleepiness, but with the side effects of nightmares and increased negative emotions before being put to sleep

DogDay = Vanilla for increasing relaxation

Bobby = Rose for improved mood

Crafty = Jasmine for reduced anxiety

Kickin = Ylang-ylang for boosted self-esteem

Hoppy = Peppermint for increased energy

Bubba = Lemongrass for reduced stress

Picky = Citrus for reduced fatigue

Alright, that's all I have right now! I have these here since they're more relevant to possible scenarios I may make with the AU in the future. Though it's like a wholesome cartoon, there will still be some bits of lore and some dark elements in there, and I hope it can still be interesting as a result :)

[dickgraysonwayne]

Effective Influence

Ao3

Summary: Robin deals with his first major in-team fight. Set early s1 in the Teen Titans cartoon verse.

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 1: Leader of the Titans | Dick’s Undervalued Competency | Spyral Crew

It’s the raised voices that really capture Robin’s attention.

He’s sitting on the couch, trying to get through a match of Mario Kart with Beast Boy (and getting his ass kicked, to be honest) when he hears the shouting, muffled, bang against the metal doors of the main room of Titans Tower.

“I’m not—”

“That’s not what I said! I didn’t say anything like that!”

Startled, he drops the controller onto the couch next to him, swerving off the track. Beast Boy, ears flicking in the direction of the doors, follows suit. Their character sit there, on the tracks, bobbing along as the console-run enemies zip past them into the top spots of the race.

Starfire, who had been floating near the back, watching the match in glee, had frozen mid twist in the air. She stares at Robin, eyes wide.

Usually, shouting in Titan’s Tower doesn’t tend to ring any alarm bells in his head. Despite it just being the five of them, they tend to make a lot of noise: between Cyborg and Beast Boy’s antics in themselves, coupled with Starfire’s rising tones when she gets excited, it’s rarely a quiet moment in the Tower.

The sounds can even get unfriendly, or aggressive, but that’s fairly normal too. Cyborg and Robin have a tendency to butt heads, and it can get a little too much at times. But they generally tend to get over it pretty quick, and a lot of it is in the spirit of competition anyway.

Which…Robin has never had that before, never had anyone around his age that he can compete with, stand toe-to-toe with as equals. It’s a nice feeling, especially after he realized exactly what it was.

Even Raven and Beast Boy will have their spats now and then, but it never really gets serious in any meaningful way: just some back and forth snipping until one of them just runs out of energy and lets the moment collapse back to normal.

But. This doesn’t sound like healthy competition, nor does it sound like friendly banter.

“Why would you say that—”

“Why would I—? You’re the one that—”

Beast Boy is off the couch in a flash, running towards the door and pressing his ear against it. “Dude,” He says, tone uncharacteristically serious. “What is going on out there?”

Starfire half drifts over to his direction, face twisted in concern. “It sounds like our friends our fighting,” She says, anxiously wringing her hands. “And the fight sounds like a bad one.”

Beast Boy lifts his head from the door. “What…what do we do?” He asks. “Do we like…do something? Do we stop them?”

As one, Beast Boy and Starfire turn to Robin.

“What—” Robin begins, and then remembers. Oh. I’m in charge.

He gets off the couch, making his way towards the door. “Um,” He says. “I guess let’s see if—”

The words are barely out of his mouth when the door hiss open, Beast Boy falling back and scuttling backwards with a yelp. “Hey, guys,” He says, all frantic-but-trying-to-be-casual. He leaps back up on the sofa, grabbing a controller upside down. “Nothing going on here, everything’s normal!”

Beast Boy’s act is horrible, but nobody comments. It’s like they don’t even notice.

Instead, the eyes of the rest of team are on Cyborg, who had just practically ran into the room, followed by Raven, floating after him quickly, hood casting a dark shadow over her face.

Cyborg is not wearing his usual large grin. Instead, he’s glowering, clearly furious. “Rob,” He says, “I am not going to work with someone who—”

“Calm. Down.” Raven interrupts, equally as explosive, in her own quietly dangerous way. “I never said—”

And it looks like they’re about to start yelling again as they glare daggers at each other. Robin can practically feel the electrical currents of anger buzz between them.

Starfire looks at him with big, watery eyes.

“Okay,” Robin says, cramming his voice with all the authority he can summon. “Stop shouting, okay? I can’t understand you if you keep talking over each other like that.”

The two fall silent, but still glare at each other.

“Uh, okay,” Robin says, glancing at the couch. “Go sit down there, and we’ll…discuss this, okay?”

Beats Boy yelps and scrambles out of the way as the two make their way over cautiously to the couch. He runs to stand by Starfire, who also stands a safe distance away from the chaos.

Robin waits until they’ve taken their seats, then stands in front of them both. “Okay,” He says, trying to buy time to figure out what to do next. “What happened?”

They both start talking at the same time, voices raised, words mixing together.

Robin raises a hand. “Okay,” He interrupts. “One at a time. Cyborg? You start.”

“Raven,” Cyborg says, giving her another glare. “Told me that I wasn’t human.”

Starfire gasps in the background.

“That’s not true,” Raven says through gritted teeth. “I didn’t say that. I just…I was telling him that I knew how it felt not to be human. That’s all. I didn’t mean he isn’t human.”

Robin looks at them. A beat of silence passes. Oh. My turn.

“Um,” He says, then turns back to Raven. “Did you say those words?”

“I—”

“Exact words?” Robin asks, scrambling to try to find a way to fix this. “That you think he doesn’t feel human.”

Raven is silent for a second, then says, “Yes. But that’s not what I meant at all. I was trying…I wanted to let him know that I get it. That’s all.”

Cyborg takes a breath, like he’s about to say something. Robin raises a hand, shakes his head. “It’s her turn,” He says. “Raven, what did you mean?”

“I meant,” Raven says. “That I get what it’s like to not feel like you belong cause you don��t look like everyone else, in a way that makes people think you aren’t human. That’s it.”

Robin turns to Cyborg. “I think there was a misunderstanding here,” He says, tapping a finger on his chin. “She was talking about the feeling of it, I guess, not calling you inhuman.”

“Still,” Cyborg says. “For me, that’s…I’m human, even if I look like a machine. And I don’t want to be friends with someone who thinks otherwise.”

Raven’s eyebrows pull together. Robin feels a chill in the air.

Oh boy. They’re about to get going again.

What do I do? Robin thinks frantically, digging through his mind for inspiration. How do I solve this?

An image pops into his mind: looking up at a cowl, eyes glaring at him underneath. You made a mistake. A chain of command is there for a reason. You follow that, or you’re benched.

He waves the thought away. That won’t work here.

Maybe…he needs to hear them both out. That’s the only way they might be able to get through this unscathed…

“Okay guys,” He says, approach decided. “Look. Clearly, there was a misunderstanding here. Cyborg, Raven hurt your feelings, and that’s clear. But, she clearly didn’t mean it. She didn’t know what that meant for you, right?”

Cyborg is silent for a moment, then sighs. “Right.” He says.

“And,” Robin feels compelled to add. “Look. We all know you, okay? We all know who you are, and you’re as human as anybody. But that’s not the be all end all either. We have non humans on this team too, and they’re people just as much as anyone.”

He sees Beast Boy pat Starfire on the shoulder in the background. She gives him a grateful smile.

Cyborg’s fists clench, then relax. He nods. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, Star.”

“Oh,” Starfire says, surprised at being addressed. “I am not upset. Thank you for your apologies, though”

“Raven,” Robin says, turning to her next. “Cyborg didn’t understand your meaning, but the words you used hurt him, right?”

Raven nods. Her rigid countenance breaks a little as she darts a quick glance at Cyborg next to her.

“Okay,” Robin says. “So. We all made mistakes here. So I think we should just…apologize to each other and promise not to repeat our mistakes, right? Sound good?”

He winces inside. That felt so corny. He doesn’t know how they’ll take him seriously.

To his (concealed) surprised Cyborg nods. “Sorry, Raven,” He says. “I overreacted. Rob’s right. You didn’t mean anything by it.”

Beast Boy gives Robin a thumbs up and a wink in the background. Starfire copies him.

Robin resists the urge to twitch his eye. “How about you, Raven?”

“I’m sorry,” Raven says carefully. “That I hurt your feelings. I really didn’t mean to. But I understand where you’re coming from.”

“You too,” Cyborg says. “You’re a good friend, Ray.”

Beast Boy clearly can’t stay silent any longer. “Yes!” He cheers, leaping back towards the couch. “Great job, guys! And Robin! Okay, who wants to get back to our game now?”

Starfire claps politely. “Well done, my friends!”

Raven rolls her eyes. “Really?” She says, sarcasm dripping from her words. “You wanna game that bad?”

Beast Boy tosses a controller in Robin’s direction. “I wanna add to my winning streak!” He says cheerfully. “I’m on a win record against Rob.”

Robin sighs, dropping back on the couch. “How many wins is that now?”

“Eighty,” Beast Boy says cheerfully.

“To what?” Robin says, bracing himself.

“Four.”

“Dammit,” He sighs, readying the controller again.

Cyborg chuckles. “That’s just sad,” He says, plucking the controller out of Robin’s hands. “Let me show you how it’s done, fearless leader.”

“Hey!” Beast Boy squeaks. “No fair!”

“You better beat him,” Raven comments, sitting between them on the couch.

“Hey!” Beast Boy says again, indignant.

Robin takes his exit amongst the chaos: slowly navigating off the couch and making his way to the back of room. He observes the start of the game, a faint smile playing on his lips.

I did it, He thinks, a little awed.

“That was amazing, Robin.”

Robin fights off a blush. “Thanks, Star,” He says, giving her a small smile.

“No, really,” She says, keeping her voice low, ur excited. “You were wonderful! I know how difficult a position it is to be a leader, and how much it can weigh on your shoulders. You handled that very well and you should be very proud of yourself!”

A voice, half-remembered, whispers in his mind. Good job, chum. I’m proud of you.

Robin blinks. He doesn’t think anyone had ever called him chum before…

“It’s my job,” He tells Starfire instead, turning his attention back to the video game battle in front of him. “I…I only hope that I’m worthy of you all.”

“You are,” She says, laying a hand on his shoulder. It warms him up inside. “You are.”

[bleach-boyz]

Chapter 1: The Chick Next Door

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So your family moved next door to Dico when you were six years old, and although he was two years older than you, you became fast friends. This was mostly due to proximity and your parents' strong encouragement of you two spending time together (they were scared of you not making friends, which you admittedly had trouble with). Outside of that, though, you actually had a lot in common: you liked to watch the same cartoons and movies and loved to roleplay with your toys in each other's front yards. You were pretty inseparable until Dico’s first year in high school.

It wasn’t that you two made a conscious effort to stop hanging out; it was just sort of a natural side effect of getting older and going through your awkward phase. You both just became too aware of the way your friendship was perceived by others, and it made you insecure. There was no ill will, though, and you’d still stop and say hi to him and even occasionally go to a movie together if neither of you had plans. 

At some point, he started hanging around this group of boys; some of them were skaters, but if you ever saw them, they were usually just being loud and recording each other with a camera in Dico’s yard. Every time you had to interact with them, a ball of anxiety would form in your chest, mostly due to the fear of being the butt of one of their jokes but also because you were at an age where you couldn’t talk to a boy without blushing. 

Over the years, you grew to recognize all the members of Dico’s group and had your own assumptions and impressions of each of them based on the little interactions you had. The group gave off an air of immaturity, but there was never a time when they appeared to not be having fun. It made you a bit jealous that you weren’t part of a close group of friends like that. 

When Dico graduated, you assumed that that would be the last you’d see of those boys outside of school, but you found out from your parents that Dico wasn’t going to college and was going to keep living with his parents. You didn’t want to admit that you were actually glad to hear this. 

Your junior year was extremely uneventful. The boys used to provide occasional entertainment for you and the rest of the student body at school, but after Dico and a few others graduated, one of them was kicked out, and another dropped out, day to day became even more boring. You’d still see them messing around at Dico’s, but the visits became less frequent. 

At the end of that school year, Dico stopped you in your yard one day to tell you he was having a party at his house while his parents were out of town that weekend. You spent the days leading up to the party debating whether or not you should go. You stood in your kitchen an hour after the party started, staring at Dico’s house through your window. You only managed to force yourself out of the house after taking two shots of tequila from your parents liquor cabinet. 

- 

Walking out your front door, you can already hear the sound of the music blasting inside Dico's place. You worry about whether or not the sound would be enough to drive one of your more ill-tempered neighbors towards calling the police, but figure if that happens, it’s a short dash back to your place so you could probably avoid getting in trouble. 

You walk slowly over to Dico’s front door, following a group of girls whom you didn’t recognize, giving them a small, friendly smile when you accidentally make eye contact. They lead the way inside and seem to immediately bump into some people they know, leaving you alone in the entryway. 

You have an impulse to immediately turn around and leave, but then you see Dico and one of his friends rounding the corner and heading towards you. 

"Hey dude, did you just get here? You haven’t seen a tall guy with ginger hair running around here, have you?" Dico asks, stopping in front of you. 

"Uh yeah, I just got here, and no, I don’t think so.." you respond. 

"No worries, you need a drink?" Dico gestures back towards the kitchen. His friend elbows him and clears his throat. 

"I’m Raab, by the way. Geez, Dico, don’t you know how to introduce people?" The friend says, and Dico elbows him back harder. 

"Weren’t you the one who got expelled for smearing shit on someone’s locker?" You ask without thinking. Dico laughs and looks at Raab, who has a smug look on his face. 

"Your reputation proceeds you." Dico teases and then invites you both to follow him to the kitchen. 

In the kitchen, you see a few more people that you know are from that same friend group. Dico introduces you to each of them, and they all surprisingly recognize you as "the chick that lives next door." 

A couple drinks later, Dico corrals everyone to the basement, where a band has set up to play. The drummer was a tall, ginger guy who you realize must be the person Dico was looking for before. You also realize that he is in your grade, and you two have had a few classes together in the past year, but you can’t quite remember his name. 

The music is rock/metal in genre, so all the boys start moshing in the center of the room, which causes you to stay close to the back wall. At some point, a blonde guy comes up to you and wordlessly offers you another drink. After finishing it, you can say with absolute confidence that you are officially drunk. 

Following the set, a bunch of you go outside to smoke cigarettes and weed. You refuse the weed, knowing that you are already a little too far gone, but when that same blonde guy who gave you a drink earlier offers you a cigarette, you feel compelled to take it. 

"It’s Ryan, by the way." The blonde says while lighting your cigarette. You take a substantial inhale and, surprisingly, don’t cough despite never having smoked before. 

"I’ll try to remember that." You say and he raises his eyebrows at you. 

"Oh no, I just mean that like.. I’m drunk, and I’m not good with names." You backtrack, and Ryan chuckles. 

"You’re good."

The rest of the night is filled with cheerful conversation, and you end up going home feeling giddy over how well you got along with these people that you’ve been too scared to talk to for years. The entire night just put into perspective how silly you were to be intimidated by these guys.

You wonder why Dico suddenly decided to invite you to a gathering after you two had drifted apart. Part of you felt like he avoided having you around because you wouldn’t fit in or would embarrass him, though you knew that that was probably just your insecurities talking. Whatever, it was a conversation to be had with him some other day. 

Right now, you just need to go to bed.

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Hello! So this is the beginning of my CKY fic 🤭. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be interested but I already got a few follows which is so dope. I know this chapter is short but I just wanted to get something out there. The first few chapters are probably going to be similar to this in that I skip through some big periods of time and then drop in on events I want to show in more detail. If you have any thoughts or just wanna chat hmu! Thank you :)

[derangedanomaly]

[smiles like a comically evil cartoon villain] o you thought it would be blade FLUFF?? blade COMFORT?? heheh nah have a torture scene featuring poor fuckin Chaos - yugioh anon

TW: reader gets tortured (why are we dating Red Flag Man inventor of “fuckin avoid that guy” you ask? well bc i think he is cool), people witness said torture, you kinda got a knife just stuck in ya for a bit, surrounded by corpses, basically gore you don’t like gore then hit The Scroll

Consequences. Were these consequences for those times you stayed silent? You knew about the murders, about the bodies that lay under the floors here, about the storage compartments for the bodies. But you didn’t say anything. You didn’t say anything because of a few reasons. Would you live to tell the tale? Would someone even be able to stop them? You try to ignore your last reason, but it’s all you can think about right now. Would you ever be able to attempt to endanger him, even knowing what he is? Your answer was no. You couldn’t. This was what happened because of your dog-like loyalty.

A gorgeous blade. You remember it as the one you exclaimed to Blade that it was mesmerizing, how the patterns were so eye-catching and the way it looked so sharp yet smooth. He’d shown you multiples of his knives before, but ordered you to not touch them. This was the one time he let you hold it before, for some reason, snatching it back out of your hands and placing it back into the stand. Your original thought was that your loving boyfriend didn’t want you to get yourself hurt. Now, it seems more like he just didn’t want to kill you that early in. He’s noted before that he likes playing with his prey, but you just silently nodded and switched the subject. Concern plagued your thoughts for so long, but you became scared of risking him attacking. It’s only now you realize it was set in stone as that blade is set in your arm, effectively pinning you to the floor with agonizing pain. You’d throw up, but the metallic scent doesn’t even mess with you anymore since you’ve sat under those boards with the bodies for days. You’ve had lunch with cold, lifeless, victims. It was a miracle he didn’t force you to eat any of them.

Even when you’re silent, Blade stares at you with heart eyes. You wish he’d look at you like that when he wasn’t stabbing you. “Aww, baby, you look so good covered in your own blood! See, I know you liked dress-up and all that but isn’t this a far better costume? It never gets old!” He encourages, praising you as he runs his hand down your arm next to the knife. He pushes it in a bit further, but you don’t make a sound. You don’t want to alert anyone and you don’t want him to stab you again, it’s what happened the last time you pathetically pleaded with him.

Both of you are so caught up in the bloody moment that you don’t hear cautious footsteps. You see him before you hear him, maybe your senses are delayed because of what’s happening, but he shouts, “BLADE! Blade, what the HELL are you doing?!”

You’ve never heard Chaos yell like that before. Despite his words, he sounds concerned and terrified. Maybe the near throne of bodies under the floorboards is why. It could also be that you, Chaos’s friend and Blade’s partner, are being stabbed BY said partner. Look, you’re allowed to be petty in your own thoughts when you’re being tortured.

Blade instantly drops the second knife he was holding. A face stricken with terror, like a little kid lost in a dark forest a long while from home, takes over his former expression of undying love. He makes a few sounds, like he’s attempting to say something, but just doesn’t know what to tell him.

“Chaos, hey, how was the- hrm- the trip to the gro-ow-cery store?” You ask, trying to get up but wincing in pain as you do. He answers by grabbing Blade up in his tentacles, but not hurting them like Blade seems to believe as he braces for his bones to be crushed like an ant under a shoe. Chaos restrains them like that and rushes to your side, nearing tears as he sees the state his friend is in.

“Hey, look, look at me? Good, good. You’re gonna be okay! I can probably get you to a human doctor and I can try and use healing magic to stabilize you along the way? Oh, how would my magic even effect humans… Bu-But you’ll be alright!” Chaos reassures you, knowing not to take the knife out from your very basic first aid informing session when he apparently had a LOT wrong about human aid. You chuckle weakly in response, crying out in pain as he picks you up. Normally, one stab wound would hurt terribly, but you could move without wincing every second. Days down here, being tortured till Blade’s content with your sobs, after being cut up nearly every day wasn’t making your body cooperative.

Looking at Blade, he looks… you’ve not seen that face before. He seems guilty, but you wonder if that’s another act of his. You can tell he’s worried, but you’re unsure if it’s for you or himself. Staring at him, you realize something. Even after it all, you just want to give him a hug and sob into his arms like you’ve done when you’ve been in immense pain before. You want to feel that coat hang around your shoulders as he rubs your hand and distracts you with a game or a show. You miss the old Blade, but it pains you more than those days of torture to question if he ever really changed.

AHHH I LOVE THIS!! YET ANOTHER MASTERPIECE BOUGHT TO US BY YUGIOH ANON!!

I'll never get tired of your imagines! You're such a good writer! I think you should consider (if you don't do it yet) running an account, or writing an actual fic! You're writing is always so greatly executed!

I love it! 10/10