#onion kid art

[kitakami-kid]

amazing what being reminded of your favs can do

[mokutone]

i just really think theyre SO alike,

[starrysharks]

"everything's connected, you know! all those unsolved deaths in this town - it was ghosts, i'm sure of it!"

onion, the tritagonist of reassassination. a nerdy and somewhat naiive teen with a deep obsession for everything paranormal, they run the blog 'surREAL investigations' to tell the world - or their 6 followers, at least - the truth about the supernatural.

[appallinnballin]

someones gotdamn cat

[caffelight]

Oh look it’s that one dog meme but with Mei

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Is your springdad au and excuse to make most of the fnaf cast into straight up furries

maybe, maybe not

[onioneyez]

[juggalogojackerbox]

(I've really been on a kick bringing back old ocs lately damn, here's a member of the "pre-pandemic" club, click for better quality)

Omi Zoonzabar (Known more as "Onion Kid") - 152 years old (D.O.B. Is unknown, well, to anyone but him) - NB Male (He/They) - Unclassified Monster

Onion Kid fancies himself to have a reputation of being powerful and feared by those around him... although the reality if you ask anybody else tends to be much the opposite. While they are indeed very physically powerful they are about as intimidating to many as a wet napkin, so unless posing an active threat in the moment (wether physically... or to their ears), most tend to just ignore them. This tends to either go completely unnoticed by him or he deliberately ignores it though for the sake of his own needs, but this flippant attitude to the reality around him hasn't gone without consequence though, making his fair share of enemies in his time if the damage to his left eye wasn't already a clear indication, unfortunately this often does little to phase him- simply fueling his delusions of having a "powerful influence" much to the chagrin of everybody graced with being close to him.

BEHOLD! A MOTHERFUCKER! Feels good to finally drag this sucker out from the depths after a solid... 4 years or so? Oh well, either way it's time to stink up the place with this rude and stubby little onion man. Enjoy (?)

[babeypigeon]

derol in the shirt cut meme

feel free to just skip this ^^ i know what i've done😔

suggestive imagery under the cut btw

im so sorry glass onion fans i am just down bad

laid back stoner characters can be something so personal..

[starrrbitz-movedtonewblog]

Shroomy Pal! 🍄

Took the time to actually finish a month old WIP on my vacation, its Poison Mushroom Cookie!! Literally will lay my life down for this little baby, little blorbo, liitlen tiepsny so adornal..........

[kitakami-kid]

ITS FINALLY DONE!!!!!! i'm so proud of this one i might throw up

[hunnieknight]

"You would be a good parent"(NO Art)

Their reactions when you told them that during babysitting.

You babysit the kid with them and they see the future with you

Klee Edition

Modern setting, broken grammar, reverse comfort, implied proposal, babysit Klee!!, GN reader, established relationship, fluff, reverse comfort, self-conscious if u squint, again BROKEN GRAMMAR

A/N : drafted before Sumeru debut

A/N (3rd Nov 2023) : i can't finish this , so i decided to just post it, go ahead if you want to continue it

A/N (11th Dec 2023) : yeahh was about to do Kaeya in here but i can't finish it

A/N (23rd March 2024) yeah im not gonna finish this with art, enjoy

Diluc

You and Klee were in the living room, Klee was just playing on the floor when Diluc appeared from the kitchen and gave Klee a grape juice.

You see how his eyes are full of love whenever he looks at Klee, and how he easily opens the grape juice bottle when Klee couldn't.

You watched as his muscular arms open the bottle cap carefully, knowing his arms strength can lift up 2 to 3 wine barrels at the same time, yet he still knows how to be gentle around children.

After confirming Klee can open the bottle and go back to playing on the floor, he took a seat next to you and sigh in relief.

"You are going to be a good dad."

You have never seen the composed and serious Wine Tycoon turn his head towards you that fast. He stared at you with wide eyes, which made you take aback and immediately apologize.

"Oh no...I'm sorry, I know family is a hard topic and I shouldn't ha-"

"You can see me as a father?"

You asked yourself 'is this man truly can't see him as one? the man you wished to have the future with. The man who seems to be able to take everything under control. The man who would drop anything for you... can't see himself as a father figure?'

The way you quickly engulf him in a hug, you don't know why but you think it's only the appropriate answer to that question

"Will i..ever be a good one?" He whispered.

"You will be the best" You whispered back and gave his ear a quick kiss. "WE...will be the best". You can feel strong arms hugging your back. You both enjoyed each other's comfort

"Can Klee join in too?" Oh yeah..she is still here.

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Jean

All of you were sitting down on the floor while helping Klee do her homework.

You can tell Jean's ears were already full of Klee's blabbering mess about how hard the homework is yet her voice was still soft but stern guiding Klee.

You watched her palm on top of Klee's little hand to guide her. You don't mind at all when she put 100% of her attention on Klee, seeing her parenting side when you mostly see her buried in paperwork feels like a fresh breath of air

"You would be a good mother"

She just nods along since she is so busy buried in Klee's homework.

"Does that mean you gonna marry Jean?"

Until she heard Klee ask that with glee then she recalled what you said and blushed.

"N-no, I mean, yeah I will, but not now, Klee" you tried to diffuse the situation after seeing Jean just hide her face in her arms.

"You don't know that" you heard Jean whisper. "You don't know if I will ever be a good mother."

Your gaze softens, and your hand reach out to hold hers "Then prove me wrong by being the mother of our child".

She still won't look at you, hiding her face in her arms. The only answer you get is a squeeze from both of your hands intertwining.

"Her face is red!" Oh..and Klee's exclamation from peeking into Jean's arm.

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Albedo

It was dinner time, and all of you were cooking for dinner, Albedo's speciality as the main dish and a snack for Klee, Fish-Flavored Toast, her favourite. Klee was trying to spread the butter on the toast, Albedo was cutting the onions and tomatoes for the sauce whilst you cut the fish for the other dish.

As you turn around to check on Albedo and Klee, the view you see warms your heart. Albedo softly guided Klee with that calm voice of his, he showed her how to spread it better with the motion of his hands so Klee can still do it on her own but also receive help. When Klee used too much butter, he suggested she put the excess butter on the next toast instead of scolding her. Overall, a very domestic view for you.

"My my, if I didn't know any better, I would've mistaken you for Klee's father instead" You said as you walked towards them. Albedo looked up to you "Well, you aren't the first one to say that" He pats Klee "I'm your brother right, Klee?" Klee looked up at him "The best brother!" She flashed both of you a big grin then continue with her butter. You approached him, closing in to whisper right in his ear.

"Yeah right, you'd fit best as the father of my children"

You waited for his reaction, you can't see anything change with his expression yet you can tell his body is tense. He turned his head to whisper back at you. You can tell he smirked just by what he said next.

"You smell like fish~"

Your face went red and just smack him playfully on his shoulder. "I just cut fish for your dish, ya know?" You turned around to wash your hands and didn't notice how Albedo clenched his chest on his heart area. The sounds of the water splashing from you washing your hands covered the sounds of him exhaling the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"Father of your children..." Oh, how he wanted to make that into reality.

"Big bro Albedo, why is the air spicy?" Oh yeah...he is still busy with Klee.

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Rosaria

Rosaria wasn't part of your plan. You and Klee were just having a lunch picnic in the park. You were trying to stop Klee from feeding the pigeons with her bread until you heard a voice behind you.

"If you don't want to eat that bread you could've shared it with me instead." You turned around and see your girlfriend Rosaria standing and staring at Klee. Klee gleefully pats the seat next to her, inviting Rosaria to join the lunch.

The three of you spent the day talking and having lunch together. Rosaria told you that she was just having a walk when she heard your voice and Klee's. "Oh! That's amazing you can hear my voice from far away!" Klee makes a motion of 'far' with both of her hands. Rosaria smiled softly and touch Klee's nose playfully "Of course, someone needs to keep an eye on you, that's why I remembered your voice." Klee giggled and continued eating her meal.

Seeing the aloof Rosaria can warm up to a playful child like Klee. Even though she is awkward with kids you could see is trying. On your guys' way home from a picnic, you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around to see Klee wobbling and rubbing her eyes. "Are you tired? Want to get carried?" Klee just nodded and opened her arms, ready to get picked up. Before you get to pick her up Rosaria swiftly pick her up and adjust Klee in her arms. Before you could protest Rosa points at your picnic baskets and bags. "Your hands are already full, besides I'm pretty sure you won't last long carrying her."

"Well, I can trust you carrying our children around then."

Until you see Rosaria staring at you dumbfounded then you realized the weight of your words. "I- I mean- Uh..like..you know you are strong and such-and uhh- like-ugh..s-sorry..I should think twice before saying anything." You turned your head the other way, avoiding her gaze. Then, you felt a hand on your cheek, your gaze met hers again.

"Yes, i don't mind carrying them around."

She softly smiled at you. You could feel your heart skip a beat. The Rosaria in front of you seems different. Lovely and sweet.

"Only if you agree to be the one attending any student-parents meeting."

Oh there she is...this is the Rosaria that you love too.

[inkskinned]

something that stuck with me once, way back in middle school when i was still learning how to write - my teacher said "writing shock and tragedy is easy, it's humor that's the hardest."

i have been up and down the halls of academia. i have the fancy degree and the experience in publishing. i think i paved most of my own road with the little bricks of sorrow i had stored inside of me. i know i did it mostly with works that are blisteringly lonely. i know why we write like that. it's lifesaving.

but yeah, i mean. i also know how much people think that "sad" media is the same thing as "good" media. our human desire to connect is so hard-pressed that we immediately latch onto any broken themes. the bullied kids and the tales of inspiration. people keep saying things like "glass onion" and "everything everywhere" weren't actually good. because, you know, they're. happy. or happy-ish. happy enough. and we only value art if it's grimdark-adjacent.

do you know - people still consistently whine at me that my writing would be so good if i just capitalized things. i used to flinch. i get kind of a weird, vindictive little rush these days - i get to say thank you for the comment! i have chronic pain and this is how i conserve my hands so i can write more during the day :) grammar isn't real anyway! and now they're trapped in the room with me, you know? i get to pull out my map and show them how grammar is not the same thing as good writing.

writers have this thing. we scratch at our insides, constantly, prying our lives apart into splinters. prying the splinters apart into atoms. when we combust something into poetry, we control it. it cannot hurt us if it exists outside of us rather than burning a hole through the bottom of our lungs. it's not a wonder to me that so much of what i make comes out like a death gasp. i spent a long time at the bottom. i keep going back, too. when you're down there for so long, the only thing you can exhale is fumes.

but humor is hard. humor needs timing; which i can't promise in a paragraph. i can kind-of force it through careful spacing, but i have no idea how fast you're reading these things. humor needs a somewhat awareness of your audience, when really - anybody could be looking. humor needs us to understand what the joke is, why it's a joke, and to think - ha! that is funny. in tragedy, everyone understands the metaphor of a kicked puppy. in humor, you need to introduce them to the concept of a dog.

and forget about positivity. forget about anything not made for adults explicitly. every time i see a well-made children's media piece, i feel fucking horrible for the creators. most of the time, people see children's media as being sort of "not worth" applause, even though i'm pretty sure they have to work twice as hard. i have no idea how hard it must be to not be able to have your character just say. "well, fuck." something about a message of peace or friendship or caring - for some reason, that makes the media not for adults. like, okay. i'm pretty sure my father actually, out of all of us, could use a good book on how to control his temper and talk about his feelings.

but whatever. i write a short story about my ocd, and how it's fucking killing me. it gets an award. it gets published. i write a short story about my ocd, and how i'm overcoming it, and how my days are getting lighter and starting to flourish. i keep getting ghosted. no response. it just is lacking... something.

is this it, forever? you can be an artist, okay. but the trade off is that the things you make - if they're happy? if they're joyful? people will say it's stupid and pandering. you bite your nails off. you file your teeth. you hear something inside of you breaking.

the other day in a writing group, someone i'd thought of as a friend said: "you write so much better these days! i love what you make when you'd rather be dead."

[the-record]

kissing lessons: 2

synopsis: ellie was your first kiss, but she moved away and you never spoke again. what happens when she moves back to town ten years later?

song: kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pairing: college!ellie x reader

warnings: mean moms, implied homophobia

a/n: uhm wow thank you so much for all the love the first part 🫶 yall are angels and i love u all! thinking this is a series!!!!!!

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

“damn. you grew up.”

you laughed, coming over and pulling ellie into a hug. “so did you, jesus.” you let go of her and joel pulled you into a hug of his own. “hi mr. miller.”

“jesus kid, how many times do i have to say not to call me that! its joel.”

the air was awkward as you pulled away from them both, memories of your childhood floating through your mind. “so, uhm, what are y’all doing back here? thought you wanted to be close to tommy?”

joel sighed and leaned on the cart he had been pushing. “yea, well, ellie wanted to go to school here.”

“they’ve got a great art program.” ellie interrupted. “didn’t think id get in, but i did on a scholarship, so we decided to come back.”

you smiled at her. “wow that’s amazing, you’ll have to show me your stuff some time!”

“absolutely, shes amazing.” joel said, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “what about you, are you still in school?”

you sighed and switched your basket to the other hand. “unfortunately, last year though!” you smiled.

“thats the spirit.” joel pat you on the shoulder. “we better get going, but it’s good to see you angel. hope we get to see more of you.” he turned back to the cart, looking at the list as he headed down the cereal aisle.

ellie cleared her throat before speaking again. “hey, can i get your number? y’know so we can catch up?”

“yeah, of course!” she slipped her phone into your hands, watching as you added your number to a new contact. “it’s really good to see you.” you said as you put your free arm around her neck in a hug.

“yea it is.” her arm squeezed your middle for a moment before you both let go, heading opposite ways. “see you around angel.”

“what’s got you so smiley?” your mom wondered as she chopped vegetables beside you.

you set down the knife your were holding, turning around to lean on the counter. “you remember ellie? the girl i was, like, best friends with in elementary school?” she nodded, her eyes flashing between you and the onion. “saw her and mr. miller at the grocery store. i guess they’re moving back so ellie can go to school here.”

she hummed, no reaction on her face. “will you get the chicken out the fridge for me?” she looked up when you didn’t move, just staring at her. “what?”

“you tell me.”

she sighed and set down her knife, getting the chicken herself. “i just… i never liked that girl.” she closed the fridge door and cut open the chicken, putting it in a bowl with some seasoning. “mr. miller is very kind, and his sarah is a sweetie.” she clicked her tounge. “but ellie seemed to be a bad influence on you. something off about that girl.”

you knew exactly what she meant.

ellie was a trouble maker. back-talking teachers, and pranking neighbors. and she was never the girly-girl the moms wanted her to be. too tomboy-ish for their daughters.

too queer for them.

“whatever.” you left the kitchen, grabbing your keys and walking out the front door like you used to all those years ago. you heard your mom call out for you as you left, but you ignored her, getting in your car and pulling away.

ellie had texted you earlier to give you her number, claiming she was always free.

e: hey angel its ellie 3:48

a: hey. glad i saw you today. 3:52

a: when are you free? 3:52

e: always 3:54

a: u free now??? 5:36

e: yea come over 5:36

e: sent a pin 📍 5:37

ellie raced down the stairs as you knocked on the door, yelling at joel “i got it” before he could get up.

he laughed and turned back to the tv. she’d done that as a kid too, never more excited than when you came over. she composed herself before unlocking and opening the door, a shy smile on her face.

“hey, come in.” she stepped back, watching you come inside and slide off your shoes along side hers. she took your hand, a habit she never dropped, and led you upstairs to her room.

“hey angel!”

you smiled softly, peeking around a corner and seeing joel watching the news. “hi mr. miller.”

“it’s joel!”

ellie rolled her eyes, pulling at your arm. you scoffed, letting her guide you. “now, my room is just bones right now. im only here temporarily so…”

she wasn’t joking.

her bed frame sat against a wall not put together, all her stuff in boxes. a suitcase sat by the closet with clothes and essentials. her mattress tucked in a corner with sheets and a pillow. walls bare and books hidden.

“this is boring.” you teased as you flopped onto her mattress face first. when you looked over to ellie she was standing awkwardly at the door, hands at her sides and eyes on the floor. “what the hell are you doing?”

she shrugged, shuffling forward. “ ‘don’t know. feels weird.”

you laughed, staring at her incredulously. “you just yanked me up your stairs to your room, and now it’s weird?”

“you’re right.” she stood at the foot of the mattress before falling on top of you.

“jesus!”

ellie gasped and rolled off you. “do not say the lord’s name in vain missy! can you imagine what your mother would do if she heard?”

she felt the energy sour at the mention of your mom. “you okay?”

she watched as you sat up and followed suit, sitting criss cross in front of you. “i hate living with her. she finds a way to ruin everything.” you picked at the hole on your jeans, pulling at the white threads.

“let me guess,” ellie said, leaning onto her hands behind her. “not so happy to hear im back in town.” you looked at her with a guilty expression. “she never liked me. none of the moms did.”

“yea, well, theyre all idiots.” you huffed and picked at her jeans instead. “she just… any time im excited she has to find a way to ruin it. i just wanna move out.”

you were both silent for a minute. ellie watched as you picked and twisted the the strings on her pants, separating them just to pinch them back together. “move in with me.”

your head shot up to look at her.

[pilfappreciator]

ATTENTION TROLLS FANDOM!!

This is very important. Mostly to me but maybe you guys have been wondering this too idk but anyways:

How does troll reproduction work exactly?

Cuz I'm genuinely curious. I dont think anyone on the series production team has said anything and so far I've seen absolutely no one touch on this subject but as someone who's always had an interest in the habits of creatures (both fictional or otherwise), I kinda sorta maybe NEED to know this otherwise I'll never be able to sleep peacefully again

Full disclaimer that I'm specifically talking about the whole egg situation, I am NOT ASKING HOW THEY GET IT ON IF I WANTED THAT ANSWER I'D GO TO DEVIANT ART OR TWITTER OR WHATEVER LAWLESS PLATFORM GOD STEERS CLEAR OF. This discussion shall remain STRICTLY educational, thank you very much

But anywho. Let's dive in

So trolls come from eggs. This is basic knowledge. First instance of this phenomenon (as far as I know, I've only seen the movies) is from World Tour.

Egg pops out of Guy Diamond's hair, egg hatches and BOOM, (literal) baby. Now I understand that this whole sequence was probably just a gag and a way for DreamWorks to implement another (merchandisable) addition to the cast HOWEVER this sequence also raises a few questions

First off, as far as I know Guy Diamond has no partner (again: I haven't watched any of the spinoff shows). Either that or maybe the other troll was a sorta one-night-stand/no-longer-in-his-life kinda situation? Which is great either way cuz its shown he obviously cares for his son and we at Tumblr appreciate a loving single father no matter the circumstances, but if my former theory is correct than that would imply that trolls are capable of reproducing asexually. Like onions.

Now if that hypothesis is, as they call it, "cap" then that would mean that some sorta hanky panky has to go down before an egg comes into question. And if that's the case, does this mean that male trolls are traditionally the ones who carry the eggs?

But that can't be right, can it? Afterall, World Tour gave us yet ANOTHER egg scene later on in the movie

In Cooper's flashback, we clearly see Queen Essence being the one carrying the eggs meanwhile King Quincy is eggless. Now, as far as i see it, this could be explained either one of four ways:

1) Quincy was the one who actually produced the eggs and Essence is merely holding them for her husband (since her hair seems more fitting to be a makeshift nest compared to Quincy's)

2) Female trolls are the ones who produce the eggs. Guy Diamond is just a trans icon

3) Troll reproduction differs from genre to genre

4) There is a... *sighs* a/b/o type of dynamic among troll kind where certain trolls are capable of giving birth/siring children depending on a secondary gender

In regards to theory #3, this could also explain why Guy Diamond seems to reproduce and hatch an egg in such a short amount of time (like 5 seconds I'm pretty sure) as opposed to Queen Essence/King Quincy who's eggs presumably went a while longer before actually hatching.

Actually, speaking off eggs, are trolls the only species in their world that reproduce that way?

Because now that Band Together has officially been released, we now know for certain that it's possible for different species to crossbreed. Biggest example? Resident DILF Bruce and his giant muppet wife

(Credit to @captainunderkrupp )

When I saw these two... I swear...

And these two already have a shit ton of kids okay so like... either Brandi was the one giving birth or trollsona Daveed Digs was over here pumpin out eggs, which I mean-

DO YOU SEE HOW BIG THESE THINGS ARE COMPARED TO BRANCH AND POPPY?? Believe me I am PRAYING that Bruce gave himself some serious maternity/paternity leave because my guy is honestly a trooper

But yeah any thoughts? :))