#lmao so much shipping

[dapper-lil-arts]

and somehow, that only makes her fall in love more

[doctorsiren]

I had a thought

[mejkosmos]

no because people never shut up about how bad bill fumbled ford which,,, okay valid BUT can we talk about how bad ford fumbled //FIDDLEFORD//?!? FOR A DORITO?!?!??!?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[intermundia]

i just read about the "narcissism of small differences," aka the idea that the more a community has in common, the more likely the people in it are to engage in interpersonal feuds and mutual ridicule because of hypersensitivity to minor differences perceived in each other, and i knew there was a reason my time in academia and fandom felt oddly similar lmao

[thecomfywriter]

one day, someone is going to simp for my favourite oc harder than me, and i will no longer be a one-woman act in this fanclub

[turbo-tsundere]

*superglues them together*

Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.

[cryptidmickle]

hough save me gay yaoi

[konfuse]

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#5

Cats & Birds

1430 words; Rating: G (but mind the cusswords); Franky & Robin; friendship; Elementary School - AU

Robin meets a weird boy who is also her new classmate.

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Written for @frobinfandays FrobinMonth2022; I chose the prompt “cat and birds”.

Not Beta-Read

Good thing I have no idea what I’m doing. Enjoy! And maybe have a look at the kid FRobin fanarts I did before [1][2] (Link to Ao3 will follow - also if anyone wants to continue this AU you're welcome to do so)

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It has been a normal day so far. School was not eventful since Robin had managed to avoid being bullied. The test she had gotten back was donned with an A+ and the teacher had smiled at her.

She has had food to eat and maybe she could later visit the library to do her homework. It was a good day, indeed.

That changed slightly for good or for bad when she heard a commotion. Birds shrieking and a loud hiss and growling.

Looking over she could see a tree in a garden and a black and white cat trying to climb up, two panicking birds screaming at the predator, hopping around their nest in a futile attempt to protect it.

It was tragic to watch but that was life. Weak ones had to suffer and could do nothing against it. Weak ones would become the victims, like the eggs of these birds would be devoured by the cat.

A loud angry shouting made Robin look towards the house as a blue haired boy with bare feet and wearing only shorts came storming out.

With wide eyes Robin watched him run towards the tree, the cat already slowly - but as fast as possible - climbing down again.

Just as the boy reached the tree, the cat jumped the last distance down to the ground, fleeing but also arching its back and hissing like crazy.

„Piss off, Panda! You‘re not allowed in our garden!“ While shouting the boy grabbed a piece of dirt to act like he was throwing it. He didn‘t but it was enough to make the cat flee into the neighboring garden, jumping the stone wall.

Having seen all that Robin wasn‘t sure what to think. The way the boy had cursed had probably made the biggest impact on her, he couldn’t be much older than herself but was using such foul language. She continued to stare at him, as he huffed and then looked up to the birds who were still panicking.

„Gonna finish the protection fast…,“ huffing once more his eyes traveled to the end of the garden where Robin was still standing and staring. She could see his surprise slowly changing into a broad smile.

„Hey! I‘m Franky!“

Having no idea how to react, Robin turned and continued to walk away. That day had just gotten weird.

—

The day had continued adequately but Robin's mind was still busy, thinking about what had happened that day. And the next day when she passed the house again. She wondered about the boy when she saw that around the tree was a metal funnel with the bigger opening pointing down. Probably so the cat wouldn‘t be able to get a hold on the smooth surface and disturb the birds.

Robin was impressed.

Continuing her way she could see the black and white cat sitting on the wall that was separating the next house's garden, glaring at the tree.

“I guess you won’t get to the birds anymore, cat.”

The cat hissed as an answer and Robin hurried to leave it behind.

For a second she asked herself where the blue haired boy went to school but then figured that it did not matter.

At least until the new classmate was introduced: the very same boy Robin had met the day before.

“This is Franky. He will be in our class from today on. Please welcome him. You can sit beside Robin.“

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12 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. Februar 2022

#4

May 21: Day 20: Headcanon/Theory

Oh, short headcanon, longer theory!

Headcanon because I just heard the scene: Jimmy Jr.’s "Lady in Red" situation will be him playing it during the reception of Zeke and Tina's wedding as a tribute to their love.

Okay, let’s go weird now and also debunk the most boring theory and create a way more interesting one!

“This is all happening in Bob's imagination after HIS WHOLE FAMILY DIED IN THE FIRE! and that is why no one ages….” like, been there, done that. Stop being boring and get some imagination. Also it was said by Lauren that it's not true.

I propose that the show is happening in the fey world, that the whole city is within a parallel dimension in which magic exists. But no one knows! 

Also everyone has a special ability but they don’t know it and also sometimes it’s stronger sometimes it’s weaker.

Like Teddy can’t die falling down, like off roofs or ladders. 

Tinas imagination is very strong and if it got stronger it might influence reality, that is why her magic “worked”.

Gene can influence the emotions around him with his music, not always as intended but it’s there. 

Louise has charisma (which makes older people angry and younger people look up to her) and also a bit of witchcraft, maybe money magic.

Bob is a food magician but only for Burger and Turkey and also the charisma thing

Linda is like Gene and can influence the emotions around her. 

Stuff like that. And we all know that in the fey world the time moves differently and there is the explanation for that. 

You’re welcome! 

13 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Mai 2022

#3

ZekinaWeek22 - Day 4: Repair

Headcanon time: 

When Zeke and Tina finally get together, Zeke will have the hardest time to win over not the family - they all love him already and know he is a good guy - but Teddy. 

It takes quite some time because Teddy is very protective of Tina, after he saw how easy it was for Jonas to exploit her. 

No worries though, Teddy does warm up to Zeke because 

Bob says it’s okay

Linda says it’s okay

Gene says it’s okay

Louise says it’s okay

Tina says it’s okay

The burger Zeke makes… tastes really good!

Also Zeke is willing to listen to Teddie’s long stories and is able to answer equally. Again it takes some time but in the end also approves of the relationship. 

-

@tacosandtouchtanks

18 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. Mai 2022

#2

May 14: Day 13: Favorite Pairing(s)

Oh that is simple! In before, I really tried to not ship when I started to watch. Well, the show decided otherwise. Anyway...

Zekina (ZekeXTina):

Rudiese (RudyXLouise):

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35 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Mai 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Sorry for being a day late but this took some time. Literally. Anyway, I decided to get inspired by the Zekina Episode list and used one ZekeXTina scene from every episode. Enjoy.

@tacosandtouchtanks Thank you!

S. 3 E 12 | Broadcast Wagstaff School News S. 5 E. 8 | Midday Run S. 5 E. 21 | The Oeder Games S. 6 E. 12 | Stand by Gene S. 6 E. 14 | The Hormone-iums S. 7 E. 3 | Teen-a Witch S. 8 E. 4 | Sit Me Baby One More Time S.8 E. 15 | Go Tina on the mountain S. 9 E. 2 | The Taking of Funtime One Two Three S. 9 E. 9 | UFO No You Didn’t S. 9 E. 22 | Yes Without My Zeke S. 10 E. 12 | A Fish Called Tina S. 10 E. 19 | The Handyman Can S. 10 E. 22 | Prank You For Being A Friend S. 11 E. 12 | Fingers-loose S. 12 E. 2 | Crystal Mess S. 12 E. 6 | Beach Please S. 12 E. 8 | Stuck in the Kitchen with You

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[fl00mie]

honestamente, no sé

to prevent confusions i'm giving credits of every fankid in order (starting with the tall one)

layden (fresh x ink fankid) by @/sugary-alienn dot (cross x ink fankid) by @/yo-honne abstract (reaper x ink fankid) by CATA-824 on wattpad gradient (error x ink fankid) by @/askcomboclub paper jam (error x ink fankid) by @/7goodangel palette (dream x ink fankid) by @/angeutblogo blueprint (swap x ink fankid) by @/pepper-mint aiden (zack x ink fankid) by ariscastleart

[dapper-lil-arts]

uh oh!!!!

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[parisoonic]

please sir, could you spare a wee bit of sniperscout for a little boy who is very Not Normal about Those Old(ehhh) Men

Sniper is the only one who gives Scout's baseball monologues the time of day.

[ca-8]

"Thank You, Angel..." (Part 1 of ???)

Silence screamed.

Drops of decay either echoed in the distance or fell inches from his withered nose. They aided in the cackles and chirps and growls that erupted from within each shadow. Each shadow that held home of the little critters with those little desperate, famished white eyes and wide toothless grins ready to devour anything with even a hint of a pulse. And when those critters couldn't stand the empty pits of their stomachs, those cackles and chirps and growls and drops of decay sang along with the tormenting squelches and tears of his miserly flesh ripping off and into those widened, toothless grins. And when they were done, after hours of slow, burning agony and screaming filling their stomachs, and the decay hushed to sleep as those horrible little critters scurried off toward their master -

silence screamed.

DogDay hated it all. He hated each sound of falling wood or concrete or spare intestine hitting the floor. He despised the critter's sounds as they drew near. But most of all, he hated the silence, because it was a constant reminder that his friends were gone and no hope gave a breath.

All alone. Always alone. With nothing but a wonder as to when he would finally draw his last breath.

Poppy's words once gave him back a lifelike glimmer. She speculated that someone had to come back here to save them all, an ex-worker, a total stranger -

an Angel, perhaps.

Just someone, anyone who can release them of this constant, lingering, rotting despair.

But so much time has passed. DogDay lost count at…he didn't even know, it's just been years and years and years, perhaps even decades. An eternity of this sickening silence since the day their revolutionary feast took place.

That glimmer was smothered out long ago.

.

.

.

.

.

Were those footsteps?

Not the little pitter-patter of those godforsaken critters, no - human footsteps. They were distant, but carefully drew near. As they closed the distance, a shriek from those little monsters echoed throughout the prison.

DogDay's head perked up, but only slightly. If he had a little more energy he'd call out for help, and more certainty too. Maybe he was finally going mad. Maybe what's left inside his head is feeding him false hope with these made up sounds hinting to a rescue.

No, not a rescue. Whatever he had left was drowned in the past.

His head slumped back down, and critter's shrieks halted. But the footsteps grew closer. DogDay didn't want to remove his gaze from the floor and risk disappointment, he knew it was nothing, that even if someone managed to sneak in here, there was no way they would survive this hell. He knew that thing was right, no one was coming to save-

"Oooooh nooo…"

His head sprung up, earning a little gasp from a

a human. An actual human, standing right there in front of him. It - They - couldn't be a hallucination, could it?

No. No hallucination. No human either. With how those lights beamed down on their glowing, moving skin and illuminating the life in those eyes, this was a blessing from Above. "Hello…?"

DogDay realized they were inching closer, but he was too stunned to flinch or tell them to get away. He could only voice his stagger.

"You…You're Poppy's Angel," he choked out through his voice box. "Come to save us…!"

The Angel blinked. "Uh, yeah…" Their eyes were widened; no surprise, anyone not too familiar with this decrepit place would be shocked to see him like this. A pathetic, filthy excuse of a dog wasting away. That's what they were thinking. They had to be. "Nothing left to save, not here…" He held his head back down.

"What're you talking about?" Their voice was as sweet as honey, so filled with life.

"You're in CatNap's home, Angel. Their home." Just saying that thing's name left a disgusting bittersweet taste in DogDay's mouth, but he was given a second chance at being useful, he had to take it.

"A million of pairs of eyes are on you right now," he continued. "Watching…waiting….hungry." A faint spark of terror flooded the (e/c) in those beautiful, breathing eyes. "They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit." He spat out the last word before heaving in a gasp. "…fill what feels empty inside themselves."

"I-Is that…what happened to you, DogDay….?" they asked, eyeing the bitter remains of his lower half.

They knew his name. He appreciated that, although couldn't express it too much. "I'm afraid so, Angel. Because of…that…that thing. CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics."

The Angel snuck a glance at the darkened hallway outside their halo and quickly returned their gaze to DogDay. He continued.

"These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return, they are fed." DogDay coughed. Black substance spewed out of his mouth and onto the floor. "We tried to fight it, the Prototype's control. I'm…the last of the smiling cri-"

His right arm fell to his side.

…Wait.

DogDay's ears bucked up and he turned to his side. His right arm dangled heavily right by his torso, and the belts that were supposed to be supporting it up to the ceiling were cut short. His gaze whirled to his left side and saw the Angel reaching up to cut off the other belts.

"Angel! Wh-Wh-What're you doing?" he frantically yelped, swinging his torso back and forth.

"Sorry to cut your speech-thing off so quickly, but I think we may have a problem!"

It was at that moment DogDay heard the heightening shrills and screeches from the critters. A sharp chill ran down him and his heart stopped. They were coming; so many were coming! Coming for him! He was about to die if they couldn't get away!

"Angel, please, go! Leave me! Save yourself!" he pleaded desperately. A growl erupted right next to his ear, and DogDay turned to come face-to-face with a miniature Bobby Bearhug. A scream almost escaped his throat until a small flare flew past his face and shot mini Bobby back into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, but could you stop moving so much? This is hard enough as it is!" As they said that, their knife (which he noticed was strangely colorfully patched together) cut through the first of the two left belts. His body darted right towards the floor, but not until Angel caught him with their arm.

"Angel PLEASE! I beg you!" Tears pricked his empty sockets. The shrills were so loud they might as well be on top of them.

But the Angel kept their gaze glued onto the last belt, and as soon as mini CraftyCorn entered the cell, he was finally free.

The Angel hopped down and kicked mini CraftyCorn back into DogDay's worst nightmare: a sea of predators mirroring his friend's appearances. The Angel spun around and ran the opposite direction.

"Don't worry, I got yo- OOOOOO-!!!" The floor collapsed beneath them, and they landed right onto the bottom floor. Well, more like the Angel fell right onto the floor with DogDay cushioned safely on top of them.

This couldn't possible get any worse.

DogDay tried turning his head. "Angel? Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean it! I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear!" He wanted to get off of them to ease whatever pain they were in, but his arms were held up for so long, he could barely even feel anything in them anymore. 'Pathetic! I'm pathetic!'

"I'm fine…I think-!" The Angel got up and sprinted to the end of the hallway. "Just don't look back!"

They held DogDay in a position where his only option was to look back. Snuggled tightly underneath their arm, he watched as a tsunami of critters dashed towards them, snarling with hunger. Hunger for him and his Angel.

He whimpered loudly until they spun him around. "Sorry-! Sorry! I got you!" A flash of another critter was summoned to the right, then suddenly wished away by the bright flash of the Angel's flare. DogDay couldn't do anything, only let his heart squeeze and whimper at the sudden sight of painful reminders until they're blown away by the Angel. He looked up, their gaze was locked forward, doing what he should be doing.

But he couldn't. He was worthless. Just like that day.

The poor withered dog squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't watch anymore. If it weren't for his weak arms, he would cover his ears as the screams of the damned drew ever so near, or maybe do something actually useful. He felt himself get heaved up and a sudden wind blew against his tattered face. Then, he was lowered, and the Angel gasped for air.

Where were they going? Was there even an exit? He couldn't look. He didn't want to look. If he opened his eyes he would only see the Angel get devoured and it would be all his fault.

It wasn't until they were both thrusted into the air that his eyes were finally forced open. Below them was a deep pit of darkness with the critters nearing the edge they hurled over. For a second, he thought they had jumped towards an everlasting sleep, until the Angel landed right onto a lift.

The door shut behind them, and devastating shrills and shrieks were muffled. They were….safe. DogDay was safe, and the Angel didn't die. He hadn't killed them after all.

The Angel gently lowered him onto the floor of the lift and pressed the button to lower them back into, if he could remember correctly….Playcare. They collapsed onto the floor, and the thud snapped him back to reality.

"Angel! Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" DogDay tried to haul himself towards them until they let out a strange chuckle.

"That…holy shit. That was awesome! But also terrifying. And tiring. God, my legs, I'll be surprised if I can even walk once we get down there. What were those things? You called them critters? I kinda feel bad for thinking they were kinda cute now, SHEESH those little devils were relentless!"

The Angel went on and on and on and…not a hint of anger was on their face. DogDay only stared at them in disbelief. They hopped on their knees and leaned closer to him, making him flinch.

"Anyways, are you okay? I don't know why you're asking me, you're clearly the one who needs help here! How long have you been down here? Actually don't answer that. What happened to you-? Wait, wait, don't answer that either, sorry!"

"You…." He finally choked out something. "You…saved me."

"…Well yeah!" A big smile graced their lips. How were they glowing even brighter than before?

"You…You saved me…!"

"….Yeah! Go team!"

Something was building up in his throat. More tears streamed down his face, but there weren't any rivers of regret or disappointment or self-hatred… DogDay leaned into his Angel's chest.

"Oh, hello!" they said cheerfully.

DogDay sniffed and looked up, and for once, a big, genuine smile filled his face. "Thank you, Angel…! Thank you so much!"

They froze there for a second, and their stunned expression melted to that of warmth. He felt their hands wrap around him and gently caress his back. Nothing could ever feel more soothing.

Softly, they giggled. "Hey, call me (Y/n), alright? You're giving me too much credit." ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

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[decideroffacts]

bad dream

[nebulaeyedfish]

I'm sure I'm very late to the joke with this one lmao