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[just-a-space-nugget]

Anti-Citizen One | Chapter 19: Swarm

Chapter Summary: What they don’t know won’t kill them.

This chapter is gonna be a long one so buckle up!

Reblogs help!

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

[chickensauras]

I never know the 'best' way to post these, but: 5 page comic. Thorfinn 'no you!'-ing his way into a regular gig

Vaguely a stream of consciousness and tonally inconsistent continuation off this other comic

[bennetsbonnet]

Just returned from a very long and tiring but absolutely amazing day out where I was lucky enough to see some costumes from Pride and Prejudice (1995) at Sudbury Hall. There was an impressive array on display with lots of historical context included. It was a seriously well done exhibition, with many more costumes than just those belonging to Elizabeth and Mr Darcy as above (I will share them eventually).

It was so surreal but wonderful to stand in front of the costumes that were used to bring my favourite characters to life onscreen. I noticed so many little details that you just can't pick up when you're watching it (even some amusing stains!) and gained a new appreciation for the care that went into crafting each outfit (some were only worn once).

Plus, to see them in the space where they were actually worn, in the house that was used for the interiors of Pemberley (especially the dress in the second picture which was worn by Elizabeth while she played the very same piano mere feet away) just made the entire thing even more special. What a day!

(Please credit me if you repost these pictures anywhere!)

[fizziepopangel]

HuskerDust Headcanons (romantic)

Husk says “I love you” first. It’s not a big romantic thing, but to Angel Dust it means the world.

Angel and Husk were both quite affectionate with each other. The two can often be found cuddling in one of their bedrooms. Angel loves being held, but his favorite way for them to cuddle is actually having Husk lay on top of him since he finds the pressure grounding, and he’s found that scratching the cat demon’s back between his wings or scratching behind his ears while he’s tired and comfortable results in purring.

Angel steals Husk's hat every now and again.... Sometimes he steals it solely for the purpose of putting it on Fat Nuggets to take cute pictures of him in it.... While the pictures are adorable, this has resulted in the little pig occasionally taking it upon himself to steal the hell cat's hat, resulting in the man chasing the little creature around the hotel like a madman.

Husk becomes the father figure Fat Nuggets never had and Angel absolutely goes crazy for the relationship between his pet pig and boyfriend.

Although he doesn’t show it often, Husk does sometimes get overwhelmed, causing him to eventually break down in tears. During these episodes, Angel usually holds the grumpy drunk, rubbing his back and humming “Loser Baby” until he’s calmed down enough to talk, or until he’s fallen asleep.

Angel is a sucker for romance. He buys Husk flowers, makes big plans for their anniversary, makes long and mushy posts and posts cutesy pictures on his sinstagram, and goes all out for Husk’s birthday. Husk acts annoyed, but he secretly enjoys the little romantic gestures.

Despite not being the most romantic man, he does randomly grab Angel at random points while they’re together and begin dancing with the man, even humming or singing softly under his breath when Angel points out that there’s no music.

Charlie has so many candid photos of the couple being cute. She’s making a scrapbook for them for their anniversary

After Husk showed him the song, Angel plays “A Sunday Kind of Love" whenever their anniversary lands on a Sunday and makes Husk breakfast in bed as it plays. He calls it their song. 

When Angel can, he does drag shows at one of his favorite clubs in downtown Pride. Husk goes to every one of Angel’s drag shows to watch him perform and despite his usual gruff demeanor, he cheers the loudest when his boyfriend is on stage.

After long, rough shoots in Valentino's studio, Angel usually comes back to the hotel exhausted and sore so he sits at the bar, sipping water and listening to Husk grumble about work until he falls asleep at the bar. Husk usually ends up carrying him to bed despite constantly grumbling about being "too old for this shit".

In the event that they both wanted to get married, both of these men would try to make the perfect plan to propose to the other. 

In an attempt to be romantic, Husk would begrudgingly ask Alastor to help him make a nice Italian dinner and a cake to hide the ring in. He would be an anxious wreck through the whole dinner as Angel ate as he waited for dessert and the discovery of the ring within the cake.

Angel on the other hand would go the cheesier way of dressing Fat Nuggets up in a little tux and tying a ring around his neck with a bow and having him come up to Husk as the two had dessert with a sign that reads “Will you marry my daddy?”

In true romantic comedy fashion, Angel’s proposal pig would get to Husk right as Angel nearly choked on the ring Husk put into the cake. Of course, they would both say yes.

Despite not being the romantic in their relationship, Husk is a bit of a groom-zilla. It’s not really that he cares about flowers or color schemes or any of it, he’d be happy as long as he’s with the man he loves and their an open bar so he lets Angel handle it all for the most part…. But he does think Angel deserves the best and he’d be damned if he didn’t make sure that man’s day didn’t go absolutely perfectly.

Niffty makes Angel’s wedding dress, and although he will deny it, Husk does cry when he sees Angel in it.

Husk doesn't choose the first song they dance to, but he does request later in the night that the song Frank Sinatra’s “I Could Write a Book" be played so he can ask Angel to dance to that.

Husk recites his vows to Anthony, not Angel Dust.

[thebunnednun]

Boyfriend! Denki Kaminari, who has had enough of you not loving yourself the way you deserve.

It’s another bad morning—muggy, gray, and heavy. The kind of day that makes it easy to sink deeper under the covers, to let the world slip by unnoticed. But before you can disappear entirely, your boyfriend has other plans.

Instead of yanking the blankets off like usual, you’re suddenly lifted—thrown effortlessly over his surprisingly strong neck and shoulders as you let out a startled squeal, kicking your feet in protest.

“Denki, put me down!”

A few light pats on your booty—purely disciplinary, of course—before he hums, “Mm-mm, quit squirming, babe.”

Moments later, you’re plopped in front of the mirror, blinking sleepily as Denki crouches behind you, hands firm on your shoulders. His voice is soft but steady. “Alright, say it. Say you love yourself.”

You grumble, rolling your eyes, but he’s not letting up.

“C’mon,” he nudges. “I’ll start—‘I love myself because I’m a big booty bad bitch.’ Now you.”

You huff but repeat it anyway, because Denki will not let you leave until you do. And when you finally mumble the words, he beams, turning you to him just to press a warm kiss against your weary forehead. Then, with his hands framing your face, he turns you back to the mirror.

“Yeah! Keep loving yourself, you breezy beautiful sunshine nugget!”

His arms wrap around you from behind, squeezing tight, nose nudging against your cheek as he murmurs, “I just get so worried about you sometimes, y’know? I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.”

You sigh, leaning into his warmth, and when he mentions how even the days you manage just two glasses of water feel monumental to him, you can’t help but laugh, soft and real.

You thank him for his 'tough love,' and Denki instantly flexes, flashing a stupidly proud grin in the mirror. “Damn right, babe—wait.” His expression shifts, serious again as he cups your cheeks, eyes locking onto yours. “But for real—no matter what, you are worthy of the greatest love of all.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, voice softer now.

“The love from yourself.”

Pssst, there's a Valentines day event, and YOU🫵, get to pick!

[j3nnix]

@tikkitoonart request!!

HI

I'm really late but I had to make your request. I've been dying to draw him...

idk I just drew him with random expressions. I didn't know what to do lol

BTW I WAS ABOUT TO DO IT TOO

[saltynsassy31]

*drags myself through the floor and slams this down*

I present to you

FULLMETAL BARTENDERS AVIAN AU

Divine Nugget Au

(Rant as to why I chose the White-throated Needletail as Blurr's bird and some minor AU lore under the cut)

And that's not all! It comes with a FULL FLEDGED COMIC!!!!!

I spent a whole fucking week on this

I haven't done a comic in 4 years now, I can't believe this is my come-back XD. Though, on that note, know that I probably won't be pumping out any more comics - not any time soon, at least. But I do got more stuff planned for this au! If you ask about it, I'll 100% rant about it LOL

Tw// ⚠️mild gore in the 3rd panel⚠️

While exploring the woods with his team, Swerve had an unfortunate encounter with a crazed hunter. In an attempt to escape, he got injured, but it seems he wasn't the only one caught in the crossfire...

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Okay

So when you look up what the fastest bird in the world is, Google with show the Peregrin Falcom

But there's a catch

The Peregrine is only fast when diving

When it dives to catch its prey, it can go up to 389km/h

Which yeah, pretty fast

But when casually flying, it only goes up to 120 iirc

The Needle Tail?

It can go up to 170km/h

Some have even recorded going over 300! (Close to the Falcon's dive, I believe)

Additionally, these birds only fly. Their habitat is literally listed as "the air," and some even believe they sleep while flying! They only ever land to brood and mate, and then they're off again. Their legs are so short that, if they ground, they can't fly again because it doesn't give enough room to flap their wings.

It fits Blurr perfectly!

It also has a blue-ish colour pattern I can work with lol (it's green, but it looks blue, lol)

Though, also, he isn't 100% like the Needle Tail, just based off of it. I still want avians to be sorta their own species and doesn't have to be exactly like their bird counterparts cuz they aren't them, they're their own thing.

That said, Blurr is one of the shortest from Avians population, still.

They're pretty big.

Another trivial detail of the design!

I was stuck between having his arms be his wings or have them be separate

Until I saw a drawing where they had both, and I realised, "Wait, why isn't that done more often! That's so cool!"

So that's sorta what I did

It's mainly to catch small prey when grounded and to stay better perched up on trees since they're much bigger and having extra fingers helps a lot. Or when they're climbing against a tree to pick up fruits, it gives them an extra boost and can better hang from it

But they're pretty much useless besides that lol

Just neat lil design choice

Other lore stuff. The time in which the au takes place is vaguely modern? But with fantasy aspects? I still haven't decided lol

Technology exists, but not in the way we have it sort of deal, idk, this au is pretty bare bones right now, so go wild with it XD I don't mind it, I love brainstorming it with people. I know this au isn't as big or complex as some others out there, but it's fun, and I hope yall like it too fjsjajaj

[justashamwithwastedpotential]

Solas: Vhenan, don't turn me into a marketable plushie

Me (lying): Okay

[hvnsinureyes]

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊—𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. . . | nikola jokić

request | “Not saying you should write about him, but like, imagine big meany Jokic who gets all confused and fuzzy inside because he’s attracted/in love with a girl who couldn’t be more different than him”

warnings | lit just fluff!

author’s note | tbh if you told me i’d be writing about jokic 1 year ago i’d laugh in your face but…here i am. he’s fine asf tho i’m gonna speak my truth!

EVERYONE THINKS that nikola jokic is some mean, balkan guy who doesn’t care about anything but his horses. it’s almost shocking that he isn’t phased by winning a championship or his history making triple doubles, but a horse of his winning a race? groundbreaking.

but there’s another thing that nikola cares for— a soft spot in his heart that no one knows of but him.

“jokić!” you yell down the hall, a bright smile on your face.

it’s almost shocking how happy you are this early in the morning. it’s fucking 8 am! seriously, it scares him. he remembers when a stray ball hit you in the face while trying to get content for the team instagram page. it was so bad that it left a bruise on your cheek. still, you simply grinned and waved the boys off. “it’s no problem, really!” my ass. he could see right through you, knowing your smile was meant to mask the pain you were in.

he can recall a bunch of situations where you should have at least frowned, complained, or cussed someone out, but you didn’t. you stay joyful every day, taking whatever difficulties that came with your job in stride. there’s nothing normal about that at all. but it’s also…admirable of you, or whatever.

not like he’d say that to your face.

“what now?” he says as you approach him. he notices the phone in your hand, making him sigh in exhaustion already. he can't stand cameras. can't stand the press conferences, media days, and especially tik toks. while you on the other hand come up with new ideas for them every single second.

“i have an idea—“

nikola interrupts before you can even finish your sentence, with a deep “no.”

“i didn’t even finish telling you!”

“you don’t have to.” he mumbles, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with a towel. early practice today. weirdly enough, he hasn’t paid attention to the ache his body feels from it ever since you approached him. it’s always like that. you show up and fuck around with his mind. he becomes completely hyperaware of you— and the fact that you smell like vanilla today, different from your usual floral scent— and nothing else. he should probably see the trainer, but you’re nicer to talk to. sometimes.

“it’s probably stupid.” nikola is not offended, more so amused at the thought of you actually thinking he'd go along with it. but then, you bring out the big guns. you pout, clasping your hands over the phone. eyes pleading for him to go with it, just a little. how ridiculous. “fine, tell me.”

“so it’s this dance, and—“

“absolutely not. have you ever seen me dance?” he groaned, his tone was quick. he didn't even need to think about it. god no, anything but that. despite his resistance, you push anyway. you always do, as if you know that deep down, nikola will say yes every time. “pleaseeee! it’s not even hard to do, it’s so simple!”

“ask literally anyone else.” he scoffs, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he leans against the wall. but of course, you don't back down. instead, you mirror him, crossing your arms with a flair of intimidation (it's not working, but it's cute at least).

“but the fans wanna see you, nikola." painfully so. without fail, fans mention him in every video that's posted without his presence. where's jokic? avoiding you and your camera like it's his job. his brow furrows slightly, a quick flash of irritation crossing his features before he smooths it over. “how about they see me on the court instead?"

“i have to give them what they want!" you take a small step towards him, voice lowering in a teasing way. "what if i get fired, huh? who’s gonna annoy you like i do?”

he paused, the words landing harder than expected. a distant, almost impossible thought flashed in his mind. he wouldn't allow that to happen. his chest tightened at the thought of you not being around. permanently. he didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of you not being here, with him— not having you here to mess with him, make him want to roll his eyes until they rolled to the back of his head, made him feel something he couldn’t explain.

and like clockwork, he gives in, not without cussing under his breath in serbian. “oh my god, okay. i’ll do it.”

“yay!”

“ah, fuck off,” he mumbled, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. you just laugh, brushing off his attitude— which was more of an desperate attempt to keep up his cold, indifferent self.

“oh hush, you know you love me,” he felt his chest tighten again, not from pure annoyance, but from something else— something far more complicated. he wishes you were doing this on purpose, when really, that's just how you are with everyone. so kind and friendly, able to make anyone feel special with your caring gaze alone.

does he love you? no, that's crazy. but he loves the sound of your silly giggles, the size difference between you two, how soft you get with him after a loss, and the countless of stupid quirks that make you who you are. he doesn't know what it is. whether it's fondness, admiration, or obsession.

what he does know though, is that regardless of his hate for tik tok, he'll find himself going along with whatever you say.

“now let’s go! you have a choreo to learn and i already know you’re gonna take forever to learn it.” you make a move to drag nikola to the main gym, but he pauses, halting in his steps as he processes what you just said. “you said it is simple.”

“it is, but…you know.”

"i don't know."

"less questions, more walking!"

he rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the faint grin spreading across his face. typical, ridiculous you. "fine. let's just get this over with."

nikola ends up dancing like a drunken uncle on his 10th bottle of beer, and forgets the choreo 30 seconds into the video. you try your hardest not to laugh but...

"go white boy go!"

"yeah, no, i'm done." you burst into a fit of giggles, phone shaking in your hand. he may have humiliated himself for millions of people to see, but at least he made you laugh.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: *pointing* May I sit there?

Husk: That's my lap

Angel: That doesn't answer my question.

[just-a-space-nugget]

MALWARE | Chapter 3: I Am Alive?

Chapter Summary:

Eye contact is a powerful thing. When you make eye contact with someone it signifies attention, curiousness, consciousness, alertness, intimacy, and intelligence. Eye contact can speak louder than words. Initiate silent conversations. Studying the other’s reactions to yours, their expressions, their thoughts, their intentions… Telling you if you are in danger or safe.. whether they are friend or foe.. setting the tone for what comes next.

Reblogs are very much appreciated

[prismaticpichu]

Another warm laugh. "Well, I sure follow him everywhere!" Zack quipped, leaning fondly against his shoulder. "My buddy Kunsel calls me a flea."

"He does?" Sephiroth raised a brow, chuckling.

"Yeah! All the time!" Then, lacing in some mischief, "Because you ain't never scraping me off, pal. Stuck with me forever."

“Mmn. I don't know about that."

"Yeah?" Zack teased. "Wanna bet?"

"No, I just think a 'flea' is bit of a harsh term, nnm? Something a bit more... mutualistic, perhaps, is more accurate." He smirked, jade eyes gentle. "A clownfish, yes. That suits you."

"Did you seriously just call me a clownfish?"

"Yes, and it's fitting," Sephiroth insisted. "They protect nutrients to sea anemone, making it a beneficial relationship." Not to mention, he added silently, that sea anemone produce a painful sting, with the clownfish one of the only creatures to endure it...

"Oh!" Zack laughed, but it was clear that he was touched by the implications, squeezing him even tighter. He flashed a smile. "So it's not because I'ma complete nut?"

"Oh, no. I simply thought the Clown part was obvious."

[nuggetofthesea]

Hi everyone! I'm Aqua. Writer for Dark Mage Nugget Studio! I write short stories about hyper city which you can read below. These stories are canon to "Wake Up and Start" and "Under DMN" and everything related to Hyper City!

Canon Hyper City Short Stories

Iris and the Animal HRT part 2 (Part 1 is a comic by DarkMageNugget)

The Dark Witch's Warning (Ft. Dawning-mars)

The DIY Dragon (Ft. Diarana)

Hyper City Chronicles: The Hall of Mirrors

[moonlitcomet]

she deserved better

[alastor-simp]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL AND APRIL FOOLS!!!!

It’s the kinky spiders birthday!!!!! This adorable spider deserves the world🩷🖤🩷

To celebrate his birthday- I will be making an Angel Dust x Female Reader Birthday Fanfic. Might make it fluff or smut, I’ll decide soon.

Once again Happy Birthday Angel Dust/Anthony🩷🖤🥳🎊❤️🥰