#i dont know how to draw beanies ;-;

[kooki914]

I AM HERE

More incorrect quotes except there’s a few more characters! A few are from me and my friends

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Spade: Never eat the ashes of the dead

Queen: I will

Spade: Nuh uh. I already did. I used them as popcorn seasoning

Queen: FORBIDDEN PEPPER

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Asgore: Hey guys what should I eat?

Spade: Newborns

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Spade: Go fuck yourself.

Asgore, smugly (and also probly drunkly): Sure, but only if you watch

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Toriel: You're a lying piece of shit!

Asgore: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Spade: I'm leaving and I'm taking Queen with me!

Rudy, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Asgore: Team A will consist of myself, Spade, Toriel, and Rudy.

Asgore: Team B will consist of Queen.

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Toriel: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Asgore: Schrödinger's boys.

Spade: FUCK!

Rudy: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Queen: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Queen: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Toriel: ...

Asgore: ...

Spade: ...

Rudy: ...

Queen: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

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Queen: What makes you all smile?

Toriel: Friends and Family.

Rudy: Snacks.

Spade: Victory and success.

Asgore: Face muscles.

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He needs help

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Queen: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Rudy: 'Prettiest Smile'

Toriel: 'Nicest Personality'

Spade: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Asgore: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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Toriel: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Rudy: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Queen: Drunk.

Spade: Wasted.

Asgore: Dead.

I actually got a bunch of ideas for the monopoly one so I feel the need to expand on it: Rudy takes the role of banker out of necessity, as no one else wants it, not even Queen, who can do all the necessary math in less than a second. Spade tries to cheat at multiple points in time but Rudy and Toriel keep catching him, Asgore is none the wiser. Because of this, Asgore is the first out of the game due to bankruptcy. While Queen's busy laughing at him, she ends up getting ousted from the game too, betrayed by her fellow queen Toriel. Rudy is just playing to survive while Toriel and Spade are at each others throats. Neither of them are letting up. Spade's been in jail more times than he can count but somehow it's not slowing him down. Toriel is beyond pissed. Insults start getting thrown, mostly by Spade. Queen and Asgore get caught in the crossfire. Rudy's the only one still staying at least Somewhat lighthearted with all of this. Then Toriel and Spade start screaming at each other:

In other news here's the yearbook shitpost that I included someone else into as well whom i will post about in the near future I Hope.

And last but not least:

[kayak-lmao]

why did I make this

(Original comic by @punkitt-is-here)

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

so one thing about me is im actually a lying liar who lies... more at 11

(shirts)

[tidalst]

A little doodle for the twinyards’ birthday

[dd-pagli]

thing from some months ago

i still dont know how to draw a beanie

[smileymoth]

okay here's some art of Johnny... his real name is Joonas but he goes by Johnny online (i just wanted to keep his original name... they weren't originally Estonian. he also used to be a furry cat with a red beanie)

i haven't thought about him for a WHILE nor worked on his story or anything, but the gist very much is that hes a troubled middle school boy (think.. 14) who doesn't care about anything beside his 1 best friend Ivar because no one else can put up with his attitude really, he's so fucking lonely. his mother is dead and he hates his father. his father doesnt really care either. he spends 60% of his time on the internet and the other 20% at his friends place and the other 20% roaming the streets of his hometown at night ...

art under cut. gona be a long one

he gets stabbed one night bc he picked a fight for no reason. yeah thats all i remember . this is 1 of the oldest like full works i have of him really dont you love how scuffed the fucking background is. thickass lenovo computer too. and some web links on the wall to taunt his father when he walks into his room (2017)

i drew this bc i was MAD that there were SO MANY BOTTLES and like exploded firework residue on the ground after the new years eve!!!! (2018. lol)

i still really like this one. it feels cozy and kinda real to me... he climbs into ivars home a lot. Ivar leaves the window open for that purpose. they live pretty close (like 20mins walk i think)... ivar has autism and is silent most of the time because he goes non verbal sometimes and johnny then helps him in class with stuff etc etc... Ivar likes him because he doesn't mind that he's "weird". Johnny may have a little crush on him. (2018)

i drew them skating :))) don't remember why. maybe we went skating with class and it inspired me to draw this but who knows. (2018 february. appropriate weather too)

this is one of the last things i ever drew of him honestly. there's still a ton of art of him that's kind of ... not as good and just him on like a colourful background. (2018)

i CAN however show this one work that i really really like till this day because it's just. the colours make me SO happy. it is furry art. you can see his furry form <3 this one is actually from 2016!!!!! i'm gen so happy with the way i drew the fucking lays package LMAO

[zgatotoon]

Something I’ve been trying to draw since yesterday but can’t so I write in here for a short little fic idea or I don’t know, sorry:

It was weird for Tsukasa to cover up his hair, Toya knows that’s.

He always hear Tsukasa talking about how he stylish his hair and also how his morning and hair-care routine to make it looks soft and shiny is.

Toya has even asked for tips to take care of his own hair something in the past which Tsukasa was (and is) always happy to share with him and saki. (And whoever asked to him about it, he was just happy and excited to share his hair-care routine with anybody)

So it was quite a surprise to see Tsukasa of all people, that Monday morning.

With a orange beanie.

So, the original comic idea was for Toya to be confused about Tsukasa wearing a beanie and Tsukasa being all nervous about it because “HA! HA! DONT WORRY MY DEAR TOYA! STARS ALWAYS NEED TO TRY NEW LOOKS”!

But the true is: He’s hiding cat ears.

The blame of everything? Rui kamishiro.

The explanation: rui and emu wanted to do a play where the main characters where cats! The play was going to be about how a lonely cat learn what a family is and what it is for others cats to protect you from the world (found family!) and everyone was okay with it! A lovely story! (Or something! I’m still thinking about it.. my brain is really messy)

And just the first day of practice went on

At the end of the day, tsukasa tenma had on his pair a pair of cat ears and a tail.

Now he have to cover them up for a whole day! Akito and Mizuki are trying to take of the beanie, Toya is worried and confused, nene is ready to take all pictures for future blackmail, emu is having the best time of her life, Rui is having the best time of his life as well and Tsukasa is tired.

[kuneko-kokono]

i cannot stop thinking about these 3. but in a school au. also this is my first time (ever or in a long long while) drawing orekoto smiling i think? they are all happy here no milgram no murder (cheering)

some thoughts include:

-why did i put glasses on mido but not the other two? my excuse of reading glasses but it would be funny if he was actually near/farsighted. which would make the way i make him wear his hair nonsensical...

-mido is trying to outgrow the yellow dyed hair while orekoto is having to redye that every like 5 months? i dont know how fast it grows out i dont dye my hair

-orekoto is like the guy who doesnt attend class much but he shows up for important tests and groupworks and does really well.. also probably would get reprimanded for the beanie but put it on later (shout out to my irl for that)

-this is a hc i have for mikoto in general but like boku just has a bunch of loose clothes/jackets/cardigans. almost never wears the official blazer...

-boku does his all his assignments late at night at the earliest given moment.. like the day its given

[comet-frog]

this just in i dont know how to draw a beanie apparently rippp

[myheart-pumpsink]

When I was 6 I didn't want to eat dinner and then at 11 pm I kept bothering my mom that I was hungry and she yelled at me while she poured me raisin cereal, but I didn't like raisins so I didn't want to eat it and she threw the bowl at my feet when went back to sleep

I cleaned up the glass and cereal as best I could and went to bed hungry that day, which was honestly my fault but still

The next day i stepped on the glass I failed to clean up and I honestly don't remember what happened after that, I just remember stepping on it

When I was 8 I got one of those circle brushes tangled in my hair and after pulling and pulling and it didn't come out my mom just cut all the hair off. I think a lot of other people have also gone through this though so it's not a big deal, but my head hurt for weeks after and I specifically remember because it was sore to the touch and my mom doing my hair just made it so much worse. I couldn't even sleep on the side where my mom pulled, but I was too scared to say anything because it was my fault the brush got stuck

When I was 10 a kid on the playground was having an asthma attack and our class all thought that he was cold because it was winter so we all took off our jackets and gave them to him, I gave him my beanie and when the nurse got there she gave all the things back except my beanie and when i got home i got yelled at for giving away an expensive beanie even after I explained why i gave it away. I wasn't bought any winter accessories after that again, but that's fine I hate wearing beanies now anyways

When I was in kindergarten I got a 70 on an assignment and my mom yelled at me for what felt like hours, granted I was a kid so it might have only been 5 minutes i dont know. She still scared the shit out of me so I just stopped showing her my work

When I was 7 we made mother's Day cards in class, I gave mine to my mom and less than a week later I saw it in the trash. Now I have a box full of handmade mother's Day cards that I add to every year, I don't quite have the courage to give them to her. It's stupid the card was probably all squiggly drawings and illegible words but I'm still scared to see my gift in the trash, so I just don't bother

During COVID at my school they posted everyone's grades online where anyone could see them, I was a straight B student and my mom always compared me to other kids. So I studied more and skipped meals to do assignments and then I'd get yelled at for that, but if I didn't do that I wouldn't get As and then get yelled at more.

That same year I graduated with an A- for the entire year and was just one point away from getting an A. My mom didn't miss the opportunity to tell me I could have done better and to compare me to the kids who did better

When asked my mom swear that didn't happen

Something with that quote about "the axe forgets but the tree remembers"

And I remember every single hack no matter how hard I try to forget

I've been scared to ask for food since I was 6, I can't stand raisins even when I don't mind the taste anymore, I hated brushing my hair until middle school so it was always tangled until I cut it all off, I never tell my mom about tests or show her my grade on it even if it was a passing grade, giving people handmade gifts gives me the worse anxiety and I will break down crying minutes before I give the gift to them, ill always choose School over my own health, showing my parents my grades always makes me panic even if i have all As

I can't forget when I'm still feeling the effects

And maybe I'm far too sensitive, it's probably not their fault at all. I'm just weak and I couldn't take it.

[t4tdanvis]

Yes!! Tell me!

ok im going to dump a bunch of danvis thoughts here :3

travis has known how to play the guitar since he was 12. dante "helped" him learn by sitting next to him and distracting him while the two of them watched youtube tutorials. somehow travis learned how to play in a reasonable amount of time

adding onto that, dante likes to sing. hes pretty average at it but travis absolutely loves it. travis plays the guitar and dante sings (dante is usually the one who requests songs because travis actually doesnt listen to that much music outside of whatevers on the radio)

travis wears a beanie all the time to cover up his horns. dante found out about his horns because they had a sleepover and travis's beanie fell off while he was sleeping. travis panicked whenever he woke up but dante was actually fine with it and thought it was really cool (dante especially likes his tail. it moves around and he likes to grab it like a cat toy)

dante likes drawing. he never lets anyone look at his sketchbooks, though. one time he left one of his sketchbooks at travis's house. travis looked through it and found out that dante has drawn him like a million times. he never told dante that he looked through his sketchbook but he thinks about it every day

travis is obsessed with astronomy. anytime something cool happens he takes dante with him to go see it. they live about two hours away from somewhere with very little light pollution, and its travis's absolute favorite place to go. dante likes to fake complain when travis drags him out to the car to go look at the stars at one in the morning, but really he loves it

they both came out to each other at the same time because travis went "i think im a boy" and dante was like "yo me too". they came up with names together and helped each other plan out how they were gonna come out to their parents. for travis it went mostly well (his parents were more confused than anything) however dante showed up to travis's house that night crying and the two watched movies together until dante felt a bit better

travis was also the first person to cut dante's hair short. he did an okay job (considering he used a knife and they were in the middle of the forest) and when they got back home, gene offered to touch it up and make it look a little nicer. dante's dad was pissed but his mom convinced him to just let it be

travis instinctually hides behind dante whenever hes scared. neither of them know why he does, but dante doesnt mind it. whenever someone confronts them travis just peers out from behind dante like a cartoon character looking around a corner

whenever one of them says the word "surely", the other immediately says "my name isnt shirley" out of reflex. they started doing this when they were in middle school and they still do it as adults. they have a ton of recurring bits and inside jokes

i have more but i dont wanna look too mentally ill 😁 im sure i dont look mentally ill already. im sure this is perfectly normal

[bistaxx]

A (likely unintentional) cool detail I absolutely adore in fanart of c!Q during Nevadas- specifically early Nevadas/Peak spiral is how red it is. Not just cuz of the pleasant aesthetic but because that is not his color, Quackity is more associated with pleasant navy blues or bright sunny yellows... but you don't see that in Nevadas-centric fanart... it's red- it's wrong- it's not him, well not who he used to be- and God that is just so symbolically perfect! The fact that the red is usually only present as an accent to more neutral beige and brown tones is also just so *mwah*! Like both in how the red stands out even more against those more muted colors but even so it still only accessories- something that isn't truly a part of the original outfit but chosen to enhance it- to create a solid 'impression' against to those more vague neutral tones. Or in the way his sleeves gradually get stained more and more red and it just cannot be washed out, even now there's stains that can't be erased...

Red is not his color... it's a color associated with someone else... a ghost that haunts him in more ways then one and God is that just the cherry on top!

[delightfulgalaxykid]

Wee wah!!

[smoochesforghost]

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[bucephaly]

cat

[shurisneakers]

harmless (i)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, nonsense writing

Word count: 1.5k 

A/N: listen i just needed something to keep my mind busy and a perry the platypus!bucky and dr. doofenshmirtz!reader was the only thing i could think of. dont have any high expectations from this series, you will be sorely disappointed.

If you have any ideas for this series, lemme know!! it’d be cute to write!!

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Series Masterlist

Bucky Barnes, for all intents and purposes, is edgy. 

His SHIELD salary is definitely enough to afford him a simple beanie, gloves even if he’s that eager. His long hair, though a spectacle in itself, isn’t as good at keeping away the cold as he claims it to be. 

It’s a personal choice, a fashion statement even, to be roaming the streets in a long flimsy t-shirt that does nothing to accentuate his broad shoulders, and tactical pants that look a little too comfortable. 

It’s cold. He says he likes it, to appease his blond haired best friend who insisted that he wear a cardigan at least. He won’t like it in a while, but he would never admit it.

The bike ride to the other side of town for a minor mission takes longer than he expected. The wind rushing by gets his adrenaline racing. 

Official missions are long and gruelling, and oftentimes not fun. But it gives him a purpose.

It’s easy, therefore, to find him brooding when he’s not on one. 

No one wants their room to be on the receiving end of Bucky’s stress-cleaning sessions. His baking is more appreciated.

So when there’s news of a small time villain creating havoc again, it made sense that he volunteered to go sort it out. No one else wanted the job. They’d all been at it before. 

SHIELD didn’t seem particularly bothered either. 

“It’s not that serious, Barnes.”

“I’m going.”

“Just stop her from doing whatever dumb plan she has today. She seems to have a new one every week.”

“Can I-”

“This is not an assassination mission.”

“Fine. Can I-”

“No.”

“Fine.”

He didn’t know what to expect. He had an idea of how they should be. Smaller villains tended to be more aggressive, vicious to prove their point. They were here to stay.

He wears his regular gear. Enough knives to make a butcher look away in shame, and guns including, but not limited to, his biceps.

He finally pulls the bike to a stop a few metres away, leaving it out of reach in case things got too out of hand. He didn’t want to have to walk back to the Tower, and his friends, as much as they loved him, would never go out of their way to pick him up. Little shits. 

The address is a dingy, plain concrete house near an old construction site. It was flat and felt more like an afterthought than an actual building. It looked more like an abandoned Walmart than an actual villain lair. 

The only entrance is the door in the front. He counts to three, lifting his leg to kick it down.

It falls down ungracefully, loud and creaky like it was bound to the doorframe by rust. 

The only light source inside is a green light. All the way at the other end on an elevated platform is a desk and a chair facing away from him. He can’t see much other than that.

Someone’s laughter comes back loud and booming. He raises his gun, feet apart in a defensive stance. 

“I’ve been expecti-” the voice pauses mid-sentence- “Did you just kick down my door?”

He looks behind him to where the wooden piece is on the floor. He certainly did.

He can finally see you as you stand up, green light illuminating your face. You reach over to the side, pressing a few switches. 

He squints when all the lights turn on, pulling the both of you from darkness. 

“Dude!” you cry out, face twisting into what only could be described as a mix of horror and disdain. “What’d you do that for?”

He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t lower his gun either.

“You’re an Avenger, just fuckin’ pick the lock or something. This is expensive!” 

He only watches as you whine, looking beyond him at your now demolished entrance. You take a few steps closer, jumping down from the elevated platform.

“Insurance isn’t going to cover this.” You drag your palm across your fist before extending it towards him. “Pay up.”

He wasn’t sure if he heard you right.

“What?” he finally asked, voice gruff.

“All you superheroes go around, destroying walls and cars in the name of world peace like you own the damn thing. Not today, bitch boy. Pay up.”

He doesn’t have his wallet with him. He didn’t expect to need it.

“I’m supposed to be stopping you.” 

“You can do that once you pay for my door.” 

You sound resolute, unshaken. A little annoyed. There’s what appears to be a gun in your hand, although it’s unlike any weapon he’s seen before.

“What’s your plan?” Bucky looks at your hand. Your stare follows his. You lift the thing up and he tenses.

“I was going to freeze some jerk but now my plan is to get you cancelled on Twitter.” 

“Why?” his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Local superhero destroys property of tax paying citizen for no good reason.”

“I mean-” he shakes his head, discarding what you’re saying, “-why were you going to freeze someone?”

“Because I wanted to. But you’ve ruined the mood now, so that won’t happen.”

He blinks, lowering his weapon when he realises you weren’t making any attempt to move. “What’s your ulterior motive?”

“Nothing! I just wanted to mildly inconvenience that stupid fuck for being such a prick.”

He doesn’t know what to say. 

“Is that the freeze ray?” Bucky asks instead, raising his gun when he realises there’s a very real chance he could end up like his best friend. 

“You got a problem with it?” You hold it up carelessly. 

“I can’t let you use that.”

“That’s all you’re going to do?” you huff, “Is this what you call an intervention? This is so boring.”

“Give me the freeze ray and no one has to get hurt.” 

“No one was going to get hurt in the first place, genius. All this does is slow him down for 5 minutes so he misses the subway.”

There’s nothing technically that evil about what you’re doing. He doesn’t even know how you ended up on SHIELD’s radar. He gets why no one was particularly driven to take this seriously.

“And for fuck’s sake put that gun away. You’re not scaring me.” 

He doesn’t oblige, even though something tugs at him, telling him that you’re speaking the truth. 

“Here, take the stupid thing.” You don’t bother waiting for his response, bending over and sliding the gun towards his feet. “I’ll find another way to get back at that dickhead.”

It hits his boot with a small thud. He looks down. Its design is ridiculously comical, like you ripped it straight out of a kid’s TV show. 

“Next time, bring some drama. Wear a cape or something.” You wave him off. “Now get out of my lair. I need to fix the door.”

“You don’t have another one of these lying around, do you?”

“Why, do your friends want one too?” The glare you give him is dangerous. He doesn’t react to it. “No, it’s limited edition. I don’t build the same thing twice.”

“You have others?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” A smile grows on your face, dropping as quickly as it arrives. “SHIELD will tell you if I do. Now leave.”

Bucky looks at the freeze ray in his hand. He supposes his job is done. He was told to stop you, but you didn’t seem to have any inclination to go on with your plan.

“You can ask them if you want, they know about me.” You roll your eyes. “Go ahead, call them.”

He doesn’t want to take a chance. As odd as the situation is, it’s still novel and he isn’t quite sure how to deal with it.

He tucks your weapon under his arm, pressing his phone to his ear.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” Maria’s voice is crisp as ever.

“I confiscated a... freeze ray.” He feels ridiculous even saying it. “But I’m going to bring her in to SHIELD headquarter-”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“But we can’t trust-”

“We’ve been keeping tabs on her for a while. She’s more or less harmless. You can take the rest of the night off, Sergeant.”

He cuts the call, not entirely at ease with the smug, expectant look on your face. 

Still, he couldn’t disobey direct orders.

“I’m gonna... go.” He mentions towards the gaping hole in the wall.

“That would be ideal, yes.” You nod, crossing your arm over your chest.

“Okay.” He hesitates, but finally takes a step backwards. He peeks over his shoulder as he leaves, but finds you swivelled away from him again. 

He steps back outside. The cold greets him again like an old friend. The weight of his weapons feels stupidly embarrassing now. 

It’s a long drive back to the Tower. He keeps replaying the entire story in his mind. He’s unsure of whether he made the right call, but no one else really seemed to care. 

He had seen weirder things. It came with the gig.

He leaves it at that.

“How’d it go?” Steve asks him when he walks into the living room.

“T’was fine,” he answers, toying with the stupid device he took from you. Maybe he would test it on Clint. He had been getting annoying lately. Breathing too much in Bucky’s general direction.

A part of him feels guilty for his carelessness towards your building. The other part is just bewildered. 

That night he looks up the cost it takes to replace a door, making a mental note to draw some money from the ATM soon.

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