#loony scribbles

[loony-bear]

So @charliethechandelure posted a uncle buggy AU that sunk its claws into me and I think theirs was more “Luffy knows Buggy via Shanks” but me and Hayley immediately went cross guild kids au (Crocodile w Luffy and adopted Robin, Mihawkes w Zoro and Perona).

Blah blah au stuff - Buggy constantly has to chop chop fruit his way out of octopus Luffy. He also lets Zoro “cut” him up. Perona loves doing his hair and makeup and Robins finds solace in Buggy’s similarly body horror like powers. They love him dearly.

[bandtrees]

wine auntie and her thang<3

[fandom-fakemon]

You make a wishiwashi fakemon Besad on Donald duck and her shiny look like daffy duck

[cookingmamatwo-dinnerwithfriends]

before you meet || theodore nott x reader

a/n: ur a girl sorry. also this is a big fat fucking nothing-burger im just. building lore for myself

the two girls were sitting on the edge of the transfiguration courtyard, (y/n) (l/n) and luna lovegood. both are seen as rather strange by their peers, but the girls find solace in each others company. (y/n) pulls out a piece of parchment and quickly scribbles something on it. she steals a glance at the slytherin boy across the courtyard before beginning to fold the paper.

theodore nott sits with his friends, noticing one of the two girls sitting on the grass, (y/n), looking at him. he meets her gaze and smirks before she quickly whips her head back down to the paper she's folding. his friend, draco malfoy, nudges him with his elbow.

"who are you looking at like that mate?" draco asks, following theodore's line of sight over to the two girls. "ahhh, are you looking at loony lovegood? or the mudblood?" he asks slyly, looking for a reaction from his friend.

"fuck off malfoy," theodore muttered, irritated at malfoy's use of the word. he watches as the girl continues to fold the parchment. she picks it up and shows the finished product to luna. its a paper crane.

he continues to watch as she waves her wand over the paper bird and it springs to life. flying off her hand and high above the courtyard. he watches it fly and he hears her laugh loudly as it soars. he looks back at her and sees her watching it with the biggest smile on her face, as if she wasn't expecting it to actually fly. theodore found himself smiling at her amusement.

"should i shoot it down?" malfoy whispered in theodore's ear, a shit-eating grin on his face. malfoy readied his wand, but not before theodore muttered a quiet "expelliarmus." causing malfoy's wand flying into the fountain.

theodore smirked as malfoy watched his wand arc into the water with a stupid look on his face. he then looked back to (y/n) who was gathering her things and getting ready to leave, along with luna. he watched as she glanced at him one last time, but instead of looking away quickly, she held eye contact with him and offered a small smile. he smiled back and gave her a small wave, and at that she blushed, looked down at her feet. she made her way into the defense against the dark arts tower arm in arm with luna, whispering something to the latter.

theodore looks back up at the paper bird circling the courtyard. "accio," he pointed his wand at the bird, which was immediately pulled towards him as he grabbed it. the charm she put on the paper died as he began unfolding the note. when he opened it he saw a doodle of a poorly-drawn mandrake, bawling. he smiled at the small drawing before him.

"are you blushing nott?" malfoy asked incredulously, holding his wand once again, his entire left sleeve soaked from digging around in the fountain.

[certifiablyinsanez]

How many times do you think Blitz put a new picture up, one with him and someone he loves in it up on the wall? How many times do you think he tried to look at it, tried to like the photo. “See Blitz,” he would tell himself, “people like you!” How many times do you think he’d try and leave that picture up, just like normal people do, before he would begin to scrutinize it? Loona glares at him in this photo…Moxxie and Millie look uncomfortable in this one, don’t they? How many times do you think he would take that photo down and scribble out the only thing wrong with it? Because there’s nothing wrong with Loona! That’s his daughter! There’s nothing wrong with Millie or Moxxie, they’re the best employees (friends?) that he could ask for! No there’s only one thing wrong in this photo. Do you think the photos would change, if only he was removed? Would he suddenly believe their smiles or looks of affection? Would it erase the details he can’t unsee, the glares and grimaces? If he wasn’t in the photo, did those flaws go away? How many photos do you think he’s had on the walls over the years? Did he have photos of Verosika up once upon a time, where he scribbled himself out too because someone like him shouldn’t take away from a picture of Verosika Mayday? When they broke up, did he take them down and trash them? Take them out of the frames to reuse later? Did he even keep the old frames? Because that would insinuate that someone else would even give him the time of day. Does he rip them down in fits of self-loathing, silently crying to not bother Loonie in the other room? Do tears ever smear the markers? Do you think at one point Loona ever tried to wipe the marker away but found that Blitz hadn’t just smudged the glass but actually destroyed the picture? Do you think she puts the picture back up and just leaves it be, because what is she supposed to do about it? Has anyone else ever been in their apartment to see the display? Do you think Stolas would see it and try to magic away the stain to see the bright smile underneath?

Do you thi-GUNSHOTS💥💥💥

[anothergameofwickedgrace]

Some sweet Stolitz to soothe the soul.

Pairing: Stolas x Blitzø

Words: ~3,000

Relevant Tags: Comfort, Gentle Sex, Fluff

AO3 Link

"Stolas isn't doing well after being banished. Blitzø tries his best to make him feel better."

Love is a Garden

"Hey. I'm on my way home. How's Stolas been doing?" Blitzø asked over the phone as he drove back to the apartment.

"I don't think he's moved from the couch except to go to the bathroom." Loona replied.

Blitzø sighed.

"Did he at least eat some of what I set out for him?"

Loona got up and cracked her door open, peering over at the table next to the couch. The food was completely untouched.

"Doesn't look like it."

"Dammit, Stolas." He muttered under his breath.

"He's really doing that bad, huh?" She frowned slightly.

"If I can get more than three words out of him at a time, I consider it a win." Blitzø responded. "Hopefully the stuff I got will help cheer him up some. I should be home soon. I'll see you in a few. "

"Okay. Bye, Dad."

Blitzø smiled warmly.

"Bye, Loonie."

About ten minutes later, Blitzø stepped into the apartment, bags and a box in hand. He looked over at the sofa, seeing Stolas’s legs sticking out over the end.

"Hey, Stols. How ya doin', Bud?" Blitzø asked softly and carefully as he closed the door behind him.

No reply.

Blitzø walked over and set the stuff down on the floor near the couch, sitting down by Stolas's legs.

The TV was playing Voxflix, and Stolas was staring blankly forward at it.

"Watch anything fun while I was gone?" Blitzø asked with a small smile.

"Not really." Stolas replied plainly.

Blitzø paused, taking a moment before grabbing one of the bags.

"I got some shit for you." Blitzø told him. "I got you some shampoo that's good for feathers and smells real nice, bubble bath, a bottle of preening oil." He pulled them out to show Stolas as he listed them out. "I got you some tasty snacks I know you like. And your favorite cereal."

"Thank you, Blitzø." Stolas responded, sounding hollow.

Blitzø frowned, brows creasing together. His heart ached as he looked over him.

"Hey. Sit up for me. I got a present for you."

Stolas lifted his head from the pillow, and Blitzø moved to help him sit upright.

"Okay. Close your eyes. No peeking."

Stolas did as he was asked.

Blitzø reached over to the box he'd set down and pulled out his gift to Stolas, holding it out in front of him.

"Okay. Open them."

Stolas opened his eyes, and they immediately widened upon seeing what he was holding in his hands.

What Blitzø held out for him was a small sapling of one of the carnivorous plants that Stolas tended to.

Blitzø looked down as he spoke. "I know you don't have any access to your greenhouse anymore. And I know how much you love and care for your plants, how important they are to you." His eyes flicked back up to Stolas's. "I know it's not much, but I thought maybe you could raise one here."

Stolas took the plant from him, eyes brimming with tears as he looked at her with careful awe.

"She's beautiful." He whispered out, running a finger gently over the top of the plant's bulb.  She perked up at the touch, opening her tiny little mouth.

Blitzø watched, gaze warm, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

"I don't really know shit about them, but I told the lady to bring me the best one she had, and she handed me this one. Said something about some special coloring and that the plant had a, uh—" He paused to look at what he had scribbled down on his hand. "—'pacific and amiable temperament', whatever the fuck that means."

Stolas looked at him with warmth and thankfulness in his eyes, tears running down his cheeks before he leaned over to pull him into a tight hug, careful to mind the plant. "Oh, Blitzy. I love her. Thank you so much."

Blitzø blinked surprised before his expression turned soft and happy. He hugged him back.

"...I didn't realize how much I missed hearing you call me that." He mused, smiling as wetness pricked at his own eyes.

Stolas held him like that for a few long moments before pulling back, and Blitzø saw on his face the first smile he'd seen from him since the start of this whole ordeal. It made his chest clench tightly.

Stolas turned around momentarily to set the plant carefully down on the side table before turning back to Blitzø.

He was looking at Blitzø in a way that pulled at his heart. Tears were still brimming in Stolas's eyes, threatening to spill again. He reached out to cup his face in his hands and leaned in, bringing his mouth to Blitzø's.

Blitzø froze in shock, definitely not having expected that. After recovering from the initial surprise, he kissed him back soft and slow. When Stolas pulled away, hands still cupping his face, Blitzø gave him an adoring look.

"I missed that too." Blitzø chuckled quietly.

Stolas's gaze didn't move from his face. He looked at him with a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes.

Blitzø met his gaze, and moments later, Stolas’s mouth was on his again. This time, Blitzø wasted absolutely no time kissing him back.

Stolas deepened the kiss, one hand dropping down to Blitzø's chest, the other sliding up to hold the back of his horn.

Blitzø reached under his thighs and pulled him gently into his lap before wrapping his arms around his back, holding him close. It felt so incredibly nice to have him in his arms again.

Stolas's hand curled into a fist, gripping onto his shirt. His other hand slid higher up his horn, cradling his head. He started to lean back some, drawing Blitzø down with him.

Blitzø let him pull him down and on top of him without breaking their kiss. He shifted slightly to brace his hands and knees on each side of Stolas.

Stolas arched upward and pressed in close, rubbing himself up against Blitzø.

Blitzø was straining against his pants and he had to assume Stolas could absolutely feel that as he was moving against him.

Stolas's hands slipped under Blitzø's shirt, and he ran them up his abs to his chest. He broke from the kiss momentarily in order to pull said shirt up and over Blitzø's head, discarding it to the floor.

"Stols." Blitzø managed out, trying to get his attention, before Stolas sealed their kiss again, ignoring him and deepening it.

Blitzø wasn't going to complain about the current situation, but it nagged at the back of his mind. Stolas had been almost catatonic for days and now he was trying fuck him. It made him feel uneasy, as if he was taking advantage of his vulnerable state.

"Stolas..." Blitzø purposely pulled away, looking down at him with cautious worry in his eyes.

Stolas tried to tug him back down, but Blitzø refused to budge.

"Blitzø, I know what it is you're going to say. You need not concern yourself. " Stolas looked him directly in the eyes. "This is the first time I've felt any semblance of happiness in days. I don't want it to slip away. I need this respite."

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't just acting on an impulse you'd regret." Blitzø frowned some. "I don't wanna be the reason for anymore of your pain than I already am..."

Stolas gave him a slightly exasperated look.

"You really think after I did all that I did, that having sex with you would be my regret?"

"...Fair point." Blitzø gave him an awkward little smile.

"Kiss me, please?"

Blitzø did exactly that. If physical comfort and pleasure was what Stolas was wanting, he was going to give him it.

Breaking the kiss only momentarily, he reached down and grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt Stolas had been wearing, pulling it off of him and tossing it aside. He carded his fingers up through his feathers, causing Stolas to press closer into his touch.

Stolas reached down, fingers working to unbutton and unzip Blitzø's pants.

Blitzø let him do so before toeing off his boots and shucking said pants and his boxers off. He then turned back to Stolas, removing his shorts and discarding them to the floor.

He slowly kissed his way up his leg and along his inner thigh, gazing up at Stolas the entire time. He shifted Stolas's hips forward some and dipped his head down lower, forked tongue slipping past the entrance of his cloaca. He lapped at his insides, slipping a finger into him as well.

Stolas squirmed at the intrusion, lip catching under his beak as he watched him work between his legs. He reached down, caressing one of his horns.

Blitzø let his eyes slip closed as he focused on getting him nicely stretched and ready, and relished in the taste of him on his tongue, a taste he had feared he'd never have again. He took his time, making sure to rub up against all his more sensitive spots.

Stolas's face was starting to flush, and he had his mouth covered with his hand, muffling the little noises that Blitzø was drawing from him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, body tensing up.

Blitzø smiled and pulled back, not wanting to push him past the edge just yet. Deeming him more than prepped enough, he shifted his body so he was kneeling between Stolas's long legs. He gave himself a few pumps, slicking his dick up in precum, and lined himself up at his entrance. Blitzø lifted his eyes to him, silently asking for confirmation to continue.

Stolas gave him a little nod.

Blitzø slowly pressed inside him, biting down on his lower lip as the wet heat encompassed him. He reached up and took Stolas's hands in his, lacing their fingers together and pressing them down to the sofa cushions as he fully sheathed himself.

"You are so fucking beautiful." Blitzø breathed as he gazed down at Stolas, starting to move inside him, his strokes long and slow.

Stolas looked up at him, eyes full of loving warmth and mouth falling open in a soft pleasured sigh.

It made Blitzø's throat feel tight. Suddenly, the reality of how close he was to losing him slammed back into him again like a brick wall. It was bad enough before the trial. He had felt so hollow and hopeless without him. But the sheer terror and despair he experienced during those minutes of uncertainty when he was locked away from him...

He swallowed hard and buried his face in Stolas's chest plumage, hiding his face as he desperately fought off the tears stinging his eyes. His fingers tightened around Stolas's, and he let himself sink into the feeling of him, relishing in every movement.

He was never going to risk letting anything happen to him again. He swore to it.

Blitzø's attention was drawn from his own head when he noticed that Stolas's body was trembling slightly, his breathing shaky. Blitzø immediately stilled and pulled back to look him in the face, concern on his own.

"...Stolas?"

Stolas looked up at him. There were tears streaked down his face.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop." Stolas requested, voice wobbly.

"You're crying." Blitzø frowned.

"I'm okay. I just... got a little overwhelmed." Stolas offered a shaky smile and swiped a hand at the wetness on his cheeks. "It all feels surreal. It's just so much at once, and for days I've just felt so sad and numb, and now—" He took a breath in, steadying himself. "Will you... will you hold me? Please?"

Blitzø's gaze was soft.

"Of course." He wrapped his arms around Stolas and pulled him close to his chest before he started moving inside him again.

Stolas leaned his head down and buried his face into the crook of Blitzø's neck, clinging onto him.

"I got you." Blitzø promised him. "I got you."

He rocked his hips into him, keeping Stolas cradled close. He moved slow and pressed deep, soaking in the intimacy of the action.

Slowly, Stolas relaxed in his arms, signs of any previous distress gone as he melted into the pleasure Blitzø was giving him. Soft, quiet noises started slipping from him, bringing a smile to Blitzø's face.

"There we go. That's it."

Blitzø loosened his grip on Stolas and laid him back down on the sofa.

"I wanna see that pretty face." He told him, running the back of his hand down his cheek.

Stolas's face was flushed in arousal, beak parted as Blitzø continued to draw breathy sounds from him. He kept his arms wrapped around Blitzø, moving with him as his cock slipped in and out of his cloaca. It was all starting to become too much, the pressure building within him.

"Ah-ah." Stolas moaned quietly and breathily. "Oh, Blitzy."

Blitzø could tell he was growing real close with how he was tensing up and clinging onto him. He sped up slightly, angling himself to hit deeper sweet spots.

A whimper of a noise was pulled from Stolas’s mouth as he did. He arched upward so he was pressed flush against Blitzø, talons digging into his back as he teetered on the edge. He only lasted a few seconds more before his climax overtook him.

Stolas bit down where Blitzø's shoulder met his neck to muffle his moan, sharp beak sinking into his skin, causing Blitzø to wince.

Blitzø kept moving inside him, jaw clenching as Stolas spasmed and squeezed around him, trying to keep up the rhythm of his hips.

Stolas let go of his grip on Blitzø as he came down, letting himself fall fully onto the couch. He laid there, soaking in the wonderfully full feeling of Blitzø's cock inside him and the hormones from his orgasm that were washing over him. He gazed up at Blitzø with a tired smile and a blissed expression.

Blitzø reached up and cupped Stolas's face, fingers gently caressing his cheek. He felt warm as Stolas gazed up at him with such a peaceful and happy look. He wanted to do anything to prevent that look from slipping away. To prevent him from slipping back into depression.

Blitzø leaned back up, taking hold of Stolas's thighs. His movements hastened as he felt himself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

"Hey, Stols?" Blitzø panted slightly. "I'm— I'm real close. Did you, um, want me to, y'know—?"

"Are you asking if you can ejaculate inside me?" Stolas asked, a slightly amused edge to his voice.

"That is probably the least sexy way you could have worded that, but yes." He let out a short breathy laugh.

"When have I ever not let you do that?"

"Ah—" A groan caught in Blitzø's throat. "Just wanted to make sure after, y'know, everything."

"Blitzø, I promise none of my preferences or boundaries changed while we were apart." He reached up and ran a hand gently down the side of Blitzø's face with a smile.

Blitzø grip on his thighs tightened as he sped up the movement of his hips, quickly approaching his orgasm. It didn't take long for him to hit it, and he spilled out into Stolas with a pleasured groan.

After a few last lazy pumps to drain himself fully, he let himself collapse down on top of Stolas, face buried in his feathers as he caught his breath and came down.

Stolas smiled softly down at him, ghosting his fingers lightly up and down Blitzø's back.

They laid together for a few minutes, not saying or doing anything, just enjoying each other's presence. Blitzø was the first to break the silence.

"Hey Stols..?"

Stolas's gaze fixed on Blitzø.

Blitzø peered up at him, looking almost timid. His voice was gentle and serious when he spoke.

"...I love you."

Stolas smiled a small smile, soft and warm, and hugged him close.

"I love you too, Blitzø." He responded. "I'm sure I have made that quite clear."

Blitzø let out a quiet, awkward laugh. "Yeah. You certainly did."

Stolas leaned down to press a kiss between his brows, and Blitzø leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek in return.

"So, what were you thinking about naming her? The plant, I mean. ...It is a her, right? That's what you said earlier?" Blitzø asked, folding his arms and tucking them under his head as he peered up at him. "I didn't even know plants had a sex."

Stolas gave him a smile. "They are a dioecious plant species, so these in particular do. And she is female, yes. You can tell by the leaves." He paused, looking up at the plant. "And hmmm..." He thought for a second. "How about... 'Hope'? I think that's something we could all use currently."

Blitzø smiled warmly. "Hope sounds perfect."

Stolas stayed quiet for a few long moments, gazing down at him before asking, "Blitzø? Will you lay here with me for a little while?"

"Of course, Stols." Blitzø reached up to gently tuck a few stray feathers back in place. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

"Not even riding a horse?" Stolas teased lightly.

Blitzø looked him directly in the eyes, face completely serious.

"No. Not even that. Not even close."

Stolas was taken off guard by that, having expected him to tease him back. A slow smile appeared on his face, and he wrapped his arms even more tightly around Blitzø, holding him close.

Blitzø smiled into his feathers, so very happy to be in his arms. They stayed like that for a long while till they drifted off together.

Loona walked out of her room, pulling an ear bud from one of her ears and looking up from the phone in her hand.

"Hey, for dinner can we—" She stopped when her eyes landed on the scene in the living room.

Clothes were scattered across the floor around the couch. Stolas was on his back, draped across the entire sofa, and Blitzø was lying on top of him, using his chest fluff as a pillow with his tail wrapped around one of Stolas's legs. The two of them were fast asleep, a blanket tossed over them both.

Loona smiled softly to herself, just happy to see they had made progress and were doing better. She stepped back into her room, quietly shutting the door behind her, and headed back to her bed to continue watching stuff on her phone.

"Good for them." She mused.

[bitch-potatoes]

Prompt: divination 11/10/24 @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 421

The classroom was too hot, stuffy with closed windows and intense burning in every corner. Surely, this was some kind of hazard.

The windows were covered in patchwork tapestries, which obscured the light from coming it and left an odd red haze in the room. It didn't inspire Remus to 'search for the future' as Professor Rackham insisted they should. The professor was a short woman who was a bit away with the fairies, some descendant of a professor from the early days on Hogwarts, and she was passionate about divination, to say the least.

"This is bullshite" Remus grumbled, staring at the crystal ball on the circular table between him and Sirius, most the time Remus just slept through the lesson and let Sirius and James do the heavy lifting and copied their homework/notes. But with exams around the corner and a wild determination to have a fighting chance of taking more OWLs than everyone else, maybe not all 12, but it would be nice to do 8 or so.

"Come on, Moony," Sirius teased with a stupid grin on his face. He held the ball up and stared into the haze within it. "Don't you see the beauty of the future within the ball?" He asked mockingly. The girl at the table in front of them shot them a dirty look.

"You shouldn't mock the fates Black, I myself am a seer and know that horrible things are in store for you... your karma is awful, " she hissed, Remus couldn't help but think she looked awfully bug like. Huge glasses over her face that magnified her eyes and hair sticking up in every direction like she's been electrocuted. Sort of like an ugly moth.

"Oh shut up loony 'lawny" Sirius drawled, tossing the ball from one hand to the other haphazardously. Remus couldn't help but fix his eyes on the way the tendons in his hands flexed with each throw and catch.

"Believe me, Black, you'll regret tempting fate when a werewolf mauls you. That's what the ball is showing me, " she murmured haughtily, scribbling down notes furiously. Sirius turned to Remus and cocked an eyebrow suggestively, leaning over the table to whisper, "Fancy mauling me, Moony?" His voice dripping with innuendo and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Maybe." Remus shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but he could feel the heat on his cheeks. Hopefully, the light in the room disguised it. It's not that Sirius would have noticed anyway. He was too busy cackling with laughter.

[verittean]

i keep forgetting to mention this but like umm i think a few months ago i had a really weird dream about wir (which makes sense i've been having a lot of those since i've been kinda hyperfixating on it lately) and it was so bizarre ??? i unfortunately forgot most of the details but of what i wrote down from what i remembered it is still pretty funny to me

so it was like a creepy pasta of like a crappy shovelware game that was apparently called 'the rescuers down under' but it actually wasn't at all and it was actually wreck-it ralph centric also apparently on the back of the game (bc i think it was a ds game or something it came with a box at least) it said 'the players name is creepy9627 bc of an error that turned every other name into dickbag' with 'dickbag' scribbled over lmao

the player played as qbert and the villain was felix ????? he apparently had voice acting that was a weird mix between a stereotypical new york accent and a southern one ??? according to my notes the va apparently delivered his lines 'very iconically' and that he was the greatest part ... there was also apparently a line that felix had that said 'i didn't tell anybody i was here' but the 'tell' was missing from the text box and you could hear the voice actor pause mid-sentence at the confusion of the word being gone and then they just skip over the word bc it's not there and continue on with the rest of the sentence and you could clearly tell lmao

also i think the player was helping felix with whatever evil scheme he was cooking i sadly don't remember what it was though and at one point the player and felix come across lucas from mother 3 and while lucas is like 'oh cool another human' felix goes into bloodlust mode and is like 'LEAVE LUCAS TO ME I WANT HIS HUMAN SOUL ITS MINE' like wtf lmao are we sure this is felix did he get possessed or something pfffyyt

also apparently the player and felix canonically lose and die in the end and sadly that's all i remember but according to my notes the whole dream was 'very hysterical' from whatever other lines of dialogue i forgot so i can only imagine just how loony the rest of the dream could've possibly been

amazing

[theredponcho]

New prologue for little brother au came out! Im hyped so I’m gonna talk about it!

It’s been a hot minute since I made a post related to little brother au. Ive never done a “heres cool things Ive noticed in this chapter” Ive done similar stuff but not a full on break down of a chapter kind of post. For me personally I saw a lot of cool details that also led me to asking a lot of questions soooo here I am. This is your warning to go read little brother au comic I’ll link it here so go read it and come back 👍 -> link creator of comic -> @sharkfiinn Bellow read more is spoilers.

Ok so where to start? The first cool thing I noticed when I was reading the newest chapter was this cool effect with the panels.

It looks like the rat kings tail and I just thought that was sick. Ive been wanting to make my own comic for a while and one of the things I struggle with is panel layouts so seeing cool panel stuff like this is just chefs kiss. 😘

Enouther thing that I thought was interesting was how the boys interact and treat yoshi. Went I was reading the post about the “Yoshi not really seeing them as his kids” my first thought was that they weren’t very close. But with the way leo reacted to yoshi going down and then later in the comic we get spot hugging yoshi like this makes me think that yes Yoshi may not have been as involved or as close to the turtles as Draxum was, but they still did care a lot about each other. It was a lot closer of a relationship then I initially thought at least.

It’s making me wonder what their dynamic was before he got sliced.

Ok this next one was really funny to me. When I was looking back at the chapter I got to this image and was like “wait where the hell did rat king get a chair in the flippin swears???”

“Does…does he like have it prepared on him for when he’s ready to talk down to and beat kids? Did he just manifest it into existence??? Dame I wonder what other things rat king is carrying under that rob? Maybe he can hook me up with a dinning room set or a mini fridge?”

…but then I took a closer look… and I just-

Their. Fucking. Rats!

I just I can’t. Rat chair? RAT CHAIR???? How are they even doing that?!? Ok I GUESS, I’m going to add animal abuse to his charges cause you can’t look at me and tell me this isn’t animal cruelty!

wait the guys are tenically animals to so I guess he was already committing animal abuse... Ok thats it! I’M OUT!!!!

This panel reminded me of that scene from stranger things went Will was frantically scribble on papers to make that guint map of the upside down, it was taped together and screwn across the intire floor and walls of Wills house. It just gave me that vibe idk.

The way Shark draws scared faces is really cool as well. It’s giving slight loony toons vibes to me for some reason as well as tales from the tmnt. It’s just really cool.

Again wtf rat king. How… how is your tail that long??? As somebody who has a fear of rats spisifically when it comes to their tails, I can speak for all of us when I say ewww. Raph’s right you are disgusting.

I thought it was a cool effect with all the eye in the fur. My guess is that it was just a cool look for show or it’s his rat possy helping him reach that menacing vibe check. Ether way its really cool and also made me relise that the purple is very vibrant compared to the more mute colors in the comic which helps it stand out a ton. Adding on to that stand out menacing tone. Really cool 👍

I also thought it was interesting how the creator draws leo’s markings. I’ve seen people give him extra yellow and red markerings before but I’ve never seen anyone draw Leo with a big yellow marking at the top like that. It looks cool. Donnie’s and Mikey’s markings are cool to and its interesting to see how their designs have avoled throughout the making of this comic. Like Raph’s some what resont new spikes at the top of the head or Donnies cheek markings.

Speaking of how things have evolved and changed in the comic, I think it’s interesting to see how the past has changed and differed over time. Some of the differences between the prologue and the memories could just be the creator slightly changing how they wanted to go about doing the prologue. It happens.

But my personal take on it is that since it was a traumatic event for spot and because of the fact that up till this point we have been only relying on present spots memories and thoughts of the events he was remembering certain things differently. This is the first time we are getting the full sober truth of what happened because at this point it’s still fresh in spots little mind. Or it could be that instead of seeing spots pov were gettIng more of a outsiders pov of the situation or smth.

Okay I think I’m going to leave the ramble here for now. I don’t know if anyone is going to read this far but if you have thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day. ☺️

[cornerstore-muse]

thrill of the chase

a lil marauders drabble :')

• • • • • • • • • • ✦ • • • • • • • • • •

She’s running.

She’s running, and it feels amazing. Crouched over a footlong parchment, scribbling away 'til the wee hours of morning - it takes its toll on your legs, it seems.

Her oxfords hit the ground and splash through a puddle, her ankles soaking straight through. She keeps going.

A laugh is thrown over her shoulder, chestnut hair catching the light and glowing gold.

“Keep up, Remus!”

“I AM TRYING.”

This from Remus, whose long legs and slender stature don’t necessarily guarantee prime running conditions.

Ironic, since on a full moon, he could outrun anyone on Earth. Probably.

A scream breaks the air suddenly. Sirius has caught up with her and thrown her over his shoulder.

The energy is infectious - running in a group, the forest air whistling through their hair, adrenaline pumping though their veins at the chase.

“Sirius, I am going to cut off all your fingers as you sleep,” she warns, bouncing on his shoulder as he runs.

His arm tightens reflexively around her legs in spite. “Them’s fighting words,” he says, slightly uneasily.

“JAMES!” She bellows, dodging Sirius’s hand as he tries to muffle her. “James, help! I’m being kidn- AH!”

Sirius threw her off, fending off her punching and pulling her behind a huge tree.

“Aye, shut it, brat,” He says, a grin fighting at his lips. “Or I’ll throw you to Loony Bin over there.”

“Yes, please,” she says, and laughs at his expression. She reaches out for Lupin, who’s hidden behind a tree parallel to them. Remus snorts and puts a finger to his lips.

“SHH!” Sirius stresses.

“Yeah, yeah.”

A haunting whistle cuts through the air and silences all of them. James. He’s caught up. The annoying twat’s always been rather good at whistling.

Sirius clutches her tighter, almost piercing her arm. She can barely keep from laughing, especially after catching Remus’s amused expression at how severe Sirius looks.

“Hey,” she whispers. “Keep your hair on, mate. You’re taking this a bit…Sirius-ly.”

“I,” he whispers. “Will kill you. Slowly.” He presses her cheek into the tree to press his point.

She muffles a laugh in her hand. She peeks around the tree, spotting James’ large, sweater-clad figure about fifteen feet away. The devil walked quietly.

Remus catches her eye and nods. She nods back. Sirius catches on and begs, “No, no-”

She rips free from his hold like a bird uncaged, and she and Remus take off, laughing wildly. Remus’ bag bounces behind him like a flag.

James is laughing too, screaming nonsense words to try and scare them. He’s gaining terrifyingly fast. They speed up.

“REM! USE THOSE LEGS,” she cries, swatting at him, as they jump over a jutting-out tree root. He reaches out to catch her when she stumbles. They’re giggling electrically now, holding hands as they run and stumbling all over the place.

“RUUUN!” Remus screams, losing all his usual composure in the face of this childishness, and she’s losing her breath from laughter at how funny it is, and now Sirius has caught up with them. He separates them, grabbing an arm each and towing them along with terrifying speed.

“Ugh,” she huffs, disgusted. “Quidditch players.”

Remus cackles, losing his footing. They both stop to lift him up and away. James is cackling evilly behind them, his deep voice sending chills down their spines. His mischief is of the playful sort, so there’s no telling what he’ll do when he catches up to them. He’s just as likely to tackle them as to threaten them.

They fly into a clearing, jumping over brambles and logs, and just as they touch down on soft moss in the middle, she’s grabbed around the middle and pulled away from them like taffy. She’s lost in a long, wordless scream, tightening her grip. They’re all screaming at this point, excited, adrenaline-filled nonsense, and Sirius and Remus are still attached to her hands. Sirius is shrieking, the dramatic prat, trying to pull away from her iron grip, while Remus is trying to pull her away.

James roars, echoing around the clearing, and now they’re all laughing, and oh, down they go, tumbling into a pile on the soft green ground. Sirius has grass up his nose, spluttering, and she has dandelion fluff in her hair. Twigs crawl down Remus’ shirt.

It turns into a tussling war, Remus managing to regain his footing and immediately being pulled back down, prompting a hilarious screech. She crawls underneath a leg and almost makes it out alive before James takes a running dive and pins them all to the ground, laughing maniacally. No one can tell who’s who, pulling whatever clothes and limbs they find.

“POTFACE!” She screams between rapid giggles. “Get your hands- OFF!” She pulls his tricky fingers from her sides, and he’s laughing in her face now, just enough to put him off balance. She grabs him round the back of the neck and he keels over immediately, lost in screams.

Sirius and Remus descend like wolves (ha) and offer him no mercy, tussling his hair and pulling off his shoes, yelling in his face. The clearing is awash in chaos, a floating parchment from Remus’s bag making an appearance and setting their laughter off again. Remus throws one of James’ shoes as far as he can in the opposite direction, making Sirius collapse in cackles.

Eventually James is lying over everyone, having gotten the upper hand again.

“Quidditch…players,” she breathes again, exhausted. This gets a laugh from James.

They begin to come down from their high, calming down a little bit. The weather is perfect, warm with a little bit of a breeze, and everyone is content to just lie there with James sprawled across them like a cat. If anyone pushes him off he gets ten times worse.

They lay there for a while, staring at the slices of sky through the trees. Sunlight filters all around them, dappling the grass. The air is soaked in a sweet, earthy scent, relaxing them completely. Sirius grunts and smacks James’ foot off his face.

It’s times like this when she feels most alive, and most at peace.

But something’s missing.

“Hey, where’s Pete-?”

Remus barely gets the sentence out before Peter’s there behind them, growling in a way that actually manages to be a little scary, and tackles them anew, frightening screams out of all of them. He’s been waiting to catch them unawares. Sirius is losing his mind with laughter, and James is speechless, impressed by Peter’s wiliness.

“How long have you been tracking us!” She yells, fighting him off dramatically, a smile on her face.

“Long enough,” Peter grins, swatting her hands away. Sirius yells in a sort of gung-ho way, if you can call it that, and yanks Peter down unceremoniously. He topples onto James’s bottom, earning a disgruntled “HEY!” as James rolls out from under him.

“You know,” Peter muses. “You stinkers are good at the chase. I’ll give you that. But I think I’m rather better at the finding.” He pats his back pocket, earning twin groans from James and Sirius. This means defeat - whoever is holding the tagger at the end of the chase wins. By any means necessary.

There’s a disturbance in the pile, and she wiggles out from underneath Remus’s arm. “Oh, yeah?”

She waves a red handkerchief, trying not to look too smug. She might be failing, a little bit, as she feels a smile creep through.

Peter’s confident expression turns shocked, and he checks his pocket. Sure enough, nothing there.

“How did you…” he trails off. Against his will, his lips begin to turn up.

James reaches over and tousles her hair, earning a yelp. “We’ve taught her well. A little too well, actually. Maybe we need to kill her.”

“Excuse me?”

Catching on, Sirius picks up the thread, “Bollocks, I always knew we’d be our own downfall. Having to get rid of the best apprentice we’ve ever had is arse. Who else will I bamboozle into cleaning my socks?”

“APPRENTICE?” She sputters. “I’ve never cleaned your socks, you great big LUMP-”

Remus is having trouble keeping a straight face. “So sad….she will be missed,” he says. His lips tremble. 

“Oi!” She grabs James and pulls him down with her, smacking him in the face with the handkerchief. Remus laughs and gets smacked in the face too, his expression turning betrayed.

“HOW DARE YOU,” She seethes, her ire great to behold. “I won fair and square, you sniveling little weasels-”

James grabs the end of the kerchief, trying to tug it away. “How can you speak that way to your forefathers? We gave you everything you have, the clothes off our backs, the food off our plates, the pranks in our pockets-”

They’re all laughing, and only they exist in this moment. No exams, no needling teachers, no peevish ghosts trying to drop chandeliers on their heads. No fear of the wizarding future or contemplation of anything beyond this point.

Just now.

And how she was going to kill James.

[sugwrpwzz]

NUMB (PART ONE)

“One track mind like a gold fish…”

-marina

Blitzø slammed on the brakes and looked around.

“This the right place, mox?”

Moxxie nodded. Mille leaned over.

“It’ll be fine.”

She squeezed his hand.

“Get a room you two..”

Blitzø grumbled.

“Eww…”

Blitzø jumped.

“Loonie! When did you…”

She growled at him.

“Get here….Ok-kay!”

Blitzø looked at Moxxie.

“The fuck are the tests even for..?”

“No idea, sir.”

They all remembered taking them, but they discontinued the tests shortly after they took them, and before anyone got results.

“Well, I guess we’ll fucking find out…”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Two weeks earlier:

Blitzø slammed a solid amount of weapons on the table.

“Listen up! We have about 16 different jobs..”

Moxxie sighed.

“But sir-“

“First one is someone killing their grandmother….why?”

“Sir-“

“Second one is….this is just erotica printed out.”

“SIR-“

“WHAT THE FUCK IS IT”

Millie stared at them.

“WHY ARE WE SCREAMING”

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

“Sir, as you know, they brought back the classification tests..”

Blitzø shrugged.

“So?”

“We have to retake them in two weeks…”

Blitzø fired at the wall next to him, the noise banging.

“Fuck.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Mille tapped the pen against the table.

She had no idea why “how do you feel about bright lights” had anything to do with whatever they were testing them on.

Eh, it can’t be that bad.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Moxxie flew through the question pretty easily.

Even the…weird ones.

“What was your childhood like”

“Do you crave toxic relationships”

“Opinions on guns.”

Bad, chazwick thunderman, and loves them more than his job (don’t tell Blitzø)

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Blitzø was bored already.

He answered most of them.

Sure, with two words and half of it misspelled, but he didn’t give two fucks.

He looked at the woman running the test.

“Hey, uh..bitch? I’m done.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Octavia jammed her earbuds in.

Could they not fight for 0.5 seconds?

“Fucking die!”

“You first”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

She scribbled her answers down, nodding her head to the playlist she was listening to.

The lady had let her keep them in.

She swung her legs around and smiled.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Stolas hummed as he read over the packet.

Words!

He wrote down his answers slowly, re-reading the questions

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Millie leaned into Moxxie’s hug.

“Hey pumpkin!”

Moxxie smiled.

“Hey mills.”

Loona scrolled on her phone.

Blitzø looked around.

Loona looked up.

“Oh - hey Octavia.”

She stood up.

Blitzø look over.

Lo and behold - Stolas, Stella and Octavia.

Octavia smiled at her honorary older sister.

“Hey loona!”

Blitzø heard Stella stomp off.

“Hey Blitzy~”

Fuck.

“Hey stolas.”

“I-“

“Blitzø Buckso?”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Blitzø stared at the wall behind…the fuck was her name? Abby?

“Hello!”

He looked at her.

“Whore, can we get this shit over with?”

The woman laughed.

“This is rather important, but I can speed things up, if you wish.”

Huh.

He looked at her.

“So…”

She opened a drawer full of….kids toys?

“Take anything you’d like.”

Blitzø stared at her with utter confusion.

“Can you just give me the goddamn results?”

She smiled.

“Alright. As long as you distract yourself with one of these.”

She motioned to the toys.

He could have chosen the crayons and paper, and just wrote down random shit.

But he was oddly drawn to a medium sized hellhorse stuffed animal.

Eh.

I just like horses,

He thought.

“Okay, so. We have your evaluation.”

Blitzø stared at her.

“Based on your results - due to many factors, such as an unstable and traumatic childhood, PTSD, discrimination, and certain mannerisms-“

“English, please?”

“You are a little”

Blitzø’s eyes darted around the room.

“A what now-“

“You are 65% a little, headspace 3 - 7, 35% guardian, and 5% neutral.”

“THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN-“

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

“Moxxie and Mildred Knolastname?”

Moxxie and Millie shot up and walked over.

“I’m guessing you separate us..?”

Moxxie said.

The man smiled.

“Because you both are legally married, you have a right to view results, however only with the consent.”

Millie squeezed Moxxie’s hand.

“WE’D LOV-“

She blushed.

“…we’d love to!”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

They sat on the couch, smiling.

The fish-demon in front of them grinned.

“Okie doke…”

He motioned to a table full of toys, books and fidgets.

“Help yourself!”

Moxxie grabbed a stress ball and Millie grabbed a possum stuffed animal.

“Look Mox, it’s you!”

He laughed.

The man flipped through a packet.

“Alright…”

“Moxxie, you are….70% Little, headspace 0 - 3, and 30% caregiver.”

“What does-“

“And Millie, you are 60% a little, headspace 5 - 7, and 40% guardian.”

“I’m confu-“

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

[loony-bear]

I probably won’t make a habit out of posting a lot of progress wips here but I’m v happy w these face renders 🥰 can you tell Kristen is looking at her girlfriend? ✨🌙

[bliitzo]

@fizziifrxg liked for a starter

"Anyway here's my place!" Blitz announced as he quite literally kicked the door of his apartment open. It was a pretty cheap apartment but it was shown to be pretty lived in. Some fast food wrappers and a pizza box littering his living room floor but also some framed photos hanging on the walls.

Which his face was scribbled out of. But blitz didn't seem to think that was concerning at all. The imp took him by the arm. Then pointing at the couch. "This is where I sleep and I gave loonie the bedroom. She's the hellhound in all the pictures and also my daughter. I adopted her a few years back."

[fandom-fakemon]

Fakemon Besad on instant Martian paradox future and past is future besad on

And past form besad on

[drdamiang]

PISCES AUSTRALIS

PISCES AUSTRALIS

a deam world

compelled to follow

the logic of dream

and there

beneath the surface

great tectonic plates shifting

moving

battering up

against each other

the killer

physics of this

dwarfing us as

all is upturned

depth

is real

its fault lines clear

and

thiz is the otherness

brought about by my artistic

compulsions

creative obsessions

with all these scribblings

were I to sellotape them

together

would exceed

ten tbousand Gravity's Rainbows

V2 to you two too if

you get the visual metaphot

creatures once just ooze now

crawlimg, scuttling

out the ocean, all pincers

and claws

thousands of servicable eyes

guess they hear to tell us

ain't no future that's

not post-

apocalyptic, this

the word in the think

tanks, fish tanks,

every herpetarium

this they are here

as promised

to show

not tell

much still muddying the waters

lying beneath that surface

condemned

to stay mum

while my eyes go

cartoon loony tune at

what they are registering

opened as wide

as a death-chapel door

[enigmasalad]

Ok I may have not seen Mr McQueen but I LOVE what you’ve done with making Atul from spiritfarer into Patton!!!

And I believe in the bottom right is a stardew version of Patton too? Like this is the greatest!

Also some quick awesome observations I adore:

Those elephant butterfly toys I haven’t seen in FOREVER

The big comfy couch! I haven’t watched it but I heard about it in these parts. It’s a cute show with some fun history behind it!

The loony toons ending card is perfect for Patton! I mean he’s tried to mimic corny cartoon tropes and tricks.

The background with the scribbled and drawn windows and furniture is amazing! I mean this in the best possible way, it’s like an upscale version of the Elmo’s World segment from Sesame Street. That segment is just so wimsy and fun and just amazing!

Keep up the good art!!

Points if you spot lighting McQueen ✨️

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