#hope you like it!! ^^

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Haha! @briandraws I tricked you! >:3

I wasn’t innocent! I was plotting something all along! Hahahahahaha!

Hypno Marware one-shot fic for you :3

Forgive Me (Hypno Marware AU)

Don't deal with the devil. Those are some famous words to live by.

Mr. Puzzles, however, does not.

But hey, he got some cool new powers from this little deal! So... that was something!

He currently sat in his office at his house, tapping a pen furiously against the desk as he attempted to think of something, anything, to make his next show about. He had taken control over the one who had been the largest thorn in his side, the one that he swore to one day get revenge upon:

Mario Mario.

Thanks to that deal with Vox, he had managed to bend the plumber to his will. It was going great! He would have him do the dirty work for him too. Like a personal assistant! All stars have one of those, so of course he deserved one! And who better than Mario? The revenge was beautiful, in a way.

He looked over at the Italian as he stood there, swirls in his eyes from the mind control. He had made him change into a suit. Much better than those drab dirty overalls that have probably never been washed since 1987.

He sighed, motioning him over.

Mario obeyed, as he always did after he'd first hypnotized him.

The cyborg looked at the plumber. He wasn't able to respond to him, but... he could at least vent this all out to someone! Besides, if Mario was even listening he would be too dumb to understand. Right?

He'd been the audience to most of his frustrations throughout the past... month? Mr. Puzzles lost track of time. Hell, he hadn't even been sleeping. He just worked the day away with Mario running and grabbing things for him, or standing there and hearing him vent out his frustrations.

He sighed. "Why can't I think of anything?" He asked, looking towards the plumber again as his blank eyes stared at him.

Oh... those blue eyes... even when devoid of expression, they were quite beautiful. He could actually appreciate Mario's appearance, now that he's forced him to clean up a bit and after he stopped being so obnoxious.

And he... cared... even if it was fake...

"I don't understand. I have been drawing a blank with ideas for the past week! I don't... where's the inspiration? I can't create the best TV show without any ideas! What am I missing?" Mr. Puzzles gave a glitched huff. "No matter how hard I try, nothing comes to mind! Nothing! I was able to come up with amazing show ideas! Why can't I think of anything?"

The cyborg stared at the blank page in front of him. He had started writing several scripts, getting one sentence in before his creative flow stopped and he threw the paper away.

He sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Why? I... I can't just stop... then... then no one will..." He looked over to Mario, who continued to stare at him. "No one would care about me. No one will care for me if I don't keep making things... if I quit now, no one will care for me... I... I need to come up with something! Anything! Nothing comes to mind! Why am I out of ideas?"

Mr. Puzzles looked back at the page once more before crumpling up the page and throwing it in the trashcan with the other abandoned scripts.

He stood up angrily, walking towards the door and slamming it open. Mario followed close behind him, watching his every move and awaiting his next orders.

Mr. Puzzles walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for something to reignite that creative spark. Anything with caffeine.

Or alcohol...

Either would work, really.

"I just need that one great idea to hit!" He exclaimed. "Then everyone will know and adore me! I'll finally be popular!"

He grabbed a wine bottle, pouring it out and into a glass. "I just don't get why I can't come up with any good ideas!"

Mario continued to stare at him blankly, not moving as he stood in the kitchen's doorway.

"I'll never be famous like this! Ugh... but I can't give up! There has to be something where I can get an idea or... or... UGH!" He leaned his head against a cabinet. "I... why? Why am I unable to think of anything?"

He looked back at the plumber and patted his head. "Thank you for listening, Mario," he said, sad smile on his screen. "Even if you're just a measly puppet right now."

His expression changed to a solemn one, walking past him as he walked back to his office, wine glass in hand. Why did he feel... bad for this? Mario was the thorn in his side. Mario was the one that ruined everything. He'd sworn revenge on him after the Meme Factory, even!

So... why was guilt beginning to eat him up inside? Was he... really feeling bad about this? About controlling the fat Italian like a doll to bend to his will?

He looked back at Mario as he followed behind him.

It was... nice to have someone nearby. He'd been alone for so long...

No. He had to focus on writing this script so that he can rise to the top.

That was all that mattered.

But he didn't understand. He hadn't been bothered by the SMG4 crew since he brainwashed Mario, so... why was he drawing a blank on ideas? He'd been so annoyed at them ruining his work, but when they were gone he... had nothing.

Was it just an excuse?

He sighed. How was he going to get any ideas?

That night, Mario stood in the living room, blinking awake. He looked around the fancy-looking area around him. It was monochrome black and white, but... it looked very well-kept. He looked down at the suit he was wearing before stepping forward.

He walked over to the couch, looking at Mr. Puzzles as the cyborg sat with his TV head in his hands.

"Still nothing," he sighed, leaning back.

"TV Man?" Mario asked, walking over to him. "You ok?"

Mr. Puzzles jumped, turning around in his chair to stare at Mario. "I... wha...?"

"Mario asked if you're-a ok."

Mr. Puzzles stared at him. "You... you're..." He jumped up from his chair, pointing at him. "Oh, god! You're not brainwashed anymore!"

Mario tilted his head. "Yes?"

Mr. Puzzles screen changed to his crying face, looking away. Oh no.

"Wait..." he said as he looked back at the Italian. "Why... why are you asking if I'm ok? I... I thought you would have escaped, or beaten me up, or... something."

"Mario wants-a to know that you're-a ok," he said. "Mario... heard you talking."

Mr. Puzzles screen went blank as he realized the implications.

Mario had been conscious the entire time... he had heard everything. He remembered everything.

Suddenly that guilt he felt came back with a vengeance. Mr. Puzzles shook his head, crying face on his screen again. "Oh... oh no... I... I'm so sorry, Mario..."

He got down on his knees, gripping Mario's shoulders as the Italian looked him over in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I... I'm so so sorry," he said again. "I... I'm so... how could you ever forgive me for what I did?"

Mario looked away. "Um..."

"I... I used you as a puppet and... and you were aware the entire time..." Mr. Puzzles looked at him. "I am so sorry, Mario... just... just leave. Go back to your friends... I… at least when I brainwashed you all for Puzzlevision, you weren’t aware but… being stuck like that and… and being conscious… oh god…"

The Italian remained silent, watching him with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Mario… please, go,” Puzzles said.

He remained still, watching him as his singular brain cell burst to life to form a coherent thought.

“Dammit, Mario, leave! Or at least… do or say something! Anything!” Puzzles sobbed. “I… I can’t take the silence… it’s… it’s deafening…”

Mario shook his head. "No. M... Mario forgives you. You can-a get better. You... you need-a friends..."

Mr. Puzzles watched him, curious as to where he was going with that, even if he was still convinced that Mario should just leave him be.

"Mario knows what it's-a like to be in the spotlight," he continued. "Mario... wants-a to help you. If-a you are so set on being a star, Mario can... Mario can help keep you from going coo-coo crazy."

Mr. Puzzles shook his head, standing up and taking a step back. "No... I... I'm not... sure how that would work..."

"Mario wants to help you get better," Mario insisted. "Mario knows too much about you. You can-a change for the better."

Mr. Puzzles turned away, about to speak before the door was kicked in, the SMG4 crew rushing inside.

"Let Mario go, Mr. Puzzles!" Meggy exclaimed, standing in front of Mario with her splattershot pointed at his face.

"Wait, Leggy-" Puzzles began to say before SMG4 cut him off by punching him in the face.

"We're taking our friend back!" 4 snapped.

"Yeah!" Tari agreed, peaking her head through the doorframe before pulling it back out again.

SMG3 looked back at her and shook his head.

“Wait,” Puzzles said with a glitching voice before the crew proceeded to begin beating him up

Mario looked at them in shock before stepping in front of the cyborg. “Wait!”

“Mario,” 4 said, grabbing his friend and pulling him aside, “I know that you’re mind controlled right now, but we need to-”

“Mario is not mind controlled!” Mario snapped. “Mario is normal again! But let Mario speak! Please!”

The crew stopped, looking back at him from the mangled body of Mr. Puzzles.

“Mario is ok,” Mario said. “Let… let him be. Mario thinks he can-a do better. We should give him a chance.”

“Are you serious?” Meggy snapped, looking at him. “You are obviously still brainwashed!”

Mario shook his head. “I’m-a serious! He’s not-a so bad…”

“Are you hearing yourself?” SMG4 asked harshly. “In what world would Mr. Puzzles of all people…”

SMG3 watched the three of them argue about Mario’s newfound opinion of the cyborg before looking down at him.

Mr. Puzzles was picking himself up off the ground, putting a hand to his broken screen. “Ugh…” He looked over at the purple SMG as he looked him up and down. “Oh… um…”

SMG3 looked back over at Mario. He too had had a change of heart years ago and changed his ways to become their f- teammate or… something. He didn’t like hanging out with these losers. It was just better than nothing.

Mario sighed. “Fine! Then let’s-a go home and leave him alone?”

Meggy and SMG4 both looked at Mr. Puzzles, who was looking at the ground. He wasn’t even fighting them?

“Yeah,” 3 agreed. “Let’s… let’s go. Leave him here to think about things.”

The two watched as SMG3 left, Mario following close behind. 4 and Meggy both then turned their gaze to Mr. Puzzles, who was already making his way back to his office in order to fix his broken screen.

SMG4 looked over at Meggy, who shook her head and followed behind them.

“If you even think about following us-” 4 started to say before Mr. Puzzles shooed him off.

“I won’t,” he said. “I… I’m not in the mood.”

SMG4 tilted his head in confusion before reluctantly leaving behind the others.

“Can we get-a some spaghetti?” Mario asked excitedly as they walked back.

“Sure…” SMG4 said quietly.

Mario looked back at the house as they left. Mr. Puzzles really didn’t seem so bad, once he heard all of his troubles… he smiled. Maybe he could change Mr. Puzzles ways and then they wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore!

Meanwhile, Mr. Puzzles sat at his desk, reapplying a new screen. He sighed. Mario really stood up for him? After all that he did? Even after using him as a puppet while he was aware… he forgave him?

He smiled to himself, heartbeat monitor line across his screen.

Mario didn’t seem so bad either…

[letsbeeart]

heya guuuyyss!! good morning/afternoon/night!! how are you? hopefully you have been doing well!! wish you a great weekend!! *hugs* <33333 just came back from a trip and i have lots of sketches to work on hehe hope you will enjoy it!! have a good resting weekend and stay hydrated oki? Love you!! <3333333

[wayfinderships]

Trick or treat ^_^

And so you treaded into the realm of darkness. Along the way, you meet a mysterious (and totally not Panchi /lying) person dressed as a heartless.

"Thank you for stopping by, the sweet Marina. Have this as a small gift. Consider it a little treat."

You look at the bag and open it. It is....

A small plush of Ignis! It appears that he's holding a plate of fluffy chiffon cake! Perhaps he made it just for you to enjoy on this great day.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[thotsandpreyers]

“HOPE” spotted in Washington D.C.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[datcravat]

HATSUNE MIKU?! IS THAT YOU?

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[bubblesthecow]

Watching Star Wars in chronological order is so funny.

Obi-Wan Kenobi really took one look at R2D2 in the middle of the desert and said “No, Luke, I’ve never seen this fucking droid in my life. Looks like a real bitch though. Not that I’d know. This is my first time meeting the asshole.”

No one in that whole franchise was Gatekeep-Gasslight-Girlbossing quite like “Ben” Kenobi, regular human-man.

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

"got your nose"

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol. also rarity is transfem and rainbow is bigender.

[kotse]

@hg-aneh your honor they’re silly

edit: i am NOT aneh!! i love and have borrowed their character designs, no affiliation!!

[starfalcon555]