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[kindahoping4forever]

Such an Important Update from The 5SOS Show Tour NYC

[beartitled]

I absolutely am proud of the work you do. And I appreciate what you draw no matter what fandoms as it's wonderful. But I'm curious if you're falling interest out of Stanley Parable? I know it's a silly question. But I've seen a lot artists fall out and just wanted to check.

Even if i came from that era. I'll still support your adventures no matter what!💖

Awww glad you enjoy my art ❤️💞🥹 Your support means a lot ❤️

I wouldn’t say I lost interest in TSP, I just not actively creating content for the fandom nowadays + moved on to other things

Do you mean “fall out” as leave the fandom entirely? Then nope

I think many ppl in the fandom went through “narrator to oc” pipeline (me included 😈) and started moving away from the og game

Which is a good thing on my opinion

It frees people to create and explore without being restrained by the canon

Or some ppl just moved on to different things/fandoms, which is totally normal

It’s actually very impressive to me how an office simulator with a British guy/silly

attracted such creative fanbase, like damn 💥

Tsp is my first fandom I actively took part in (and I would say the longest from the fandoms I were in so far), so TSP will always have a place in my tiny bear heart 🐻‍❄️❤️

[cupiidzbow]

ummm doodles under the cut i need to start making a tag for him 💔💔💔

i need to make color adjustments and maybe color the doodles and draw more but charlie i love u so much charlie mwah mwah mwah mwah

[sweetness-pop]

Long Live the King...... 😔🦁👑😢🥀 & May the Force be with him..... 🚀🌌🖤💔😭

January 17, 1931-September 9, 2024

[space-station-nursery]

hi! i love your blog and was thinking of following, but before i do, wanted to ask a question. I'm not 27. but i am 25, about to turn 26. am i better off not following/interacting considering that id have to unfollow in a year? does the age limit increase as time passes and you get older? please let me know because the last thing id want to do is make you uncomfortable, but i hate to get attached and then have to unfollow in like 13 months. im sorry if this makes you uncomfy im not so good with my words!

Hi! So fd[big dipper] and i are 21 and 22, and our age that we are ok with interacting will increase in a year or so from now when were 22 and 23. The age limit we have on this blog is not because we don't support older regressors, but because we both have had horrible experiences and simply do not feel ok to interact with people older than that age yet [unless family or co-workers of course][not directed, just a general statement for others who may have this same concern!] Considering you're 25 gonna be 26 soon, you're safe on interacting and being around < 3

[knowshedoes]

drinking infused hot chocolate for the first time and I just know ima be outta here

[gamma-gal-24]

Omg you ship with Syndrome?? That’s so fucking awesome!!! Please tell me everything about it I am here with popcorn 👀👀🍿🍿🍿

Oooh save some for me Bookie, we're gonna be here a while!!😭🤣

OKAYOKAYOKAY SO- I'm currently in the process of TOTALLY revamping their ship so bear with me-

So our ship is a FARRRRR stretch fro. The films, so please bear with me!😅😭

About four months after the SECOND movie, after supers are made legal and new faces are joining the hero scene, Evelyn Deavor escapes prison WITH THE HELP OF OUR FAVORITE FANBOY.

He busts her out on the condition that she helps defeat The Incredibles once and for all, to which she happily agrees. And so the two start running amok: Syn's gadgets paired with Evelyn's hypno crap is turning out to be a real problem...

AND SO NEW HEROS ARE BROUGHT IN TO TRY TO STOP THEM!!

That's where my s/i Torrent comes in!... and things go terribly wrong.

While she's out in the streets, fighting robots, shooting water at bad guys, she spots HIM. And immediately there's a spark- a chemistry.

While it's normal for heroes and their enemies to banter, these two are much more... flirty??

"It's a shame you're so cute, I'm really gonna hate messing up that pretty face." "Aww, you think I'm pretty? Well, shucks, Missy, flattery will get you everywhere with me~"

That kind of thing.

However you imagine a hero/villain pairing, double the giggles and flirting by ten. Their "battles" are more like prank wars with higher stakes. Playful.

He adores flustering the naive little raindrop and she loves making him laugh between punches. He has such a cute smile after all.

These battles/flirting matches become more and more frequent, always ending in Syndrome getting away... Until one day he doesn't. But the fight he looses isn't with Torrent OR The Incredibles..

It's Evelyn.

She doublecrosses him, leaves him on Winston's doorstep and keeps all of his gadgets for herself!😱

Of course he's in custody of the supers when he wakes up and he's PISSED... Almost as pissed as Torrent is.

Long story short, he and Torrent convince the heroes to join a temporary alliance with him, juuust long enough to bring Screenslaver down.(albeit kinda reluctantly on Syndrome's part.)

He handles the technical stuff and she does more field work, a brains and brawn combo. They kinda establish themselves partners from the get-go. They end up having a lot of similarities (more on that at another time!) And get along shockingly well!

It isn't until he's watching her train that he realizes this woman has him whipped... All it took was watching her body-slam Mr. Incredible ONE TIME and he was done. Finished. Geeking out.

Soon, these two become THAT couple. They are absolutely inseparable. Undercover missions? They go together. Training? He cheers like the most mean cheerleader out there. Lots of cussing, but the spirit is there!

The two are annoyingly cute for each other.

And the best part is, the other supers get SO MAD. Syn absolutely LOVES being all cutesy with her, flirting, smooching, only to turn and be met by glares. Best thing ever.

And dude's rich asf so he spoils her rotten when he can no matter how much she fights it💞

Both can be fiercely independent, Syndrome especially so, but if he were to ever ask for help, it would be hers. He knows she won't think him weak, and he needs the reassurance.

Now, she does have to scold him when he gets a little... carried away. He's still a villain after all, and he can't help but cause mischief. Deep down she loves that about him.☺️💕

That's all for now!! If you want more of these two idiots, PLEASE let me know, I'm having a blast!🥹🤣 Thank you SO SO much for the ask!!

[bashfulkisser]

Brown, yellow, and green for Blasto :3

Ohhhhhh of course. Okay, let's bring him in.

🤎 brown ― how would you describe s/i? in personality or looks, whichever you'd like! or both, if you really want to ramble.

Sal Starlite? More like Sal Spitfire! They're a crabby little thing, that's for sure. Despite all that sass though, they're reaaaaaal easy to mess with- Can't tell you how many times I've carried them off like a damsel in distress or a duffel bag. Shuts them right up! Don't tell them I said this, but it's kinda cute when they're like that-

💛 yellow ― how did you and s/i meet?

The day Space Command Central assigned me a sidekick, or as they put it: "Co-Captain". I showed up a bit late for Captain's orientation that day, and while all the agreeable recruits had already been assigned to others, I got Sal. Not that I'm complaining though! They're a heck of a fighter, a better cook, and an even better Lover~

💚 green ― what was the first thing you ever said to s/i? why?

What was it that I said.. Oh! Right! "No need to fawn over me, I know it must be a lot to take in. But lucky you! You get the whole Captain Blasto experience, isn't that what any space cadet could ever ask for?"

Thought for sure that would work on them, but they turned to the Admiral and asked if I was really the only option left! Can you believe that??

[rockoblanco]

only str8 ppl say bs like “just trying to look 20 again 😭😝!” i feel like as queer people age, we’re always in a constant state of becoming our freer, more authentic versions of ourselves that most of us literally could not have dreamed of being when we were younger due to prevalent fears against mass prejudice & violence. Which in turn so painfully forced us to hide or deny who we were until we got of a certain age & autonomy where we could accept, love, & become the versions of ourselves that we feel most comfort in. like im just so much queerer in ways that surprise me every single year, & it’s such a delight to be able to grow and learn about myself in that way. what a privilege that I hope every person finds for themselves, in one way or another! ❤️

[giantkillerjack]

What up I'm married to a tall person who is basically Milo Thatch but agender, and uhhh, basically, yeah, everyone should be jealous and I LOVE MY CUTE TWINK NERD WIFE!!!!! 😤😤🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤👌👌

[cupiidzbow]

im always live laugh love spicy chip it’s funny to think of which of my guys would like spicy food or not

[danothan]

sharing some things my babysitting kid has drawn for me like pinning crayon art to the fridge

“💛 f + GL = ??” so true

[gamma-gal-24]

for the writing prompts how about:

"that isn't what i think it is, is it?" *proceeds to show the most embarrassing baby photos imaginable*

for syndrome👀

KISSING YOU HUGGING YOU OUGHHJ TYSM this was SO fun!!😭💞💞💞

In Galiath's eyes, the best days on Syndrome's island base were the days he hung up his cape and let himself be lazy.

A smile streched across pink cheeks as Syn stepped out of the bathroom, his hair falling down past his shoulders and a comfy pair of white sweats on. "Conveniently," he had left his teeshirt on his bed, right next to her. She wasn't going to risk seeing him indecent to bring it to him, he knew that. He counted on it, knowing she'd be all blushy when he came back out, shirtless.

The both of them were grinning like fools when he finally reached for it.

"It's been forever since I've seen you without the cape and mask." Galiath sighs happily, her chin resting in her hands. "I almost forgot how cute you are." To that Syndrome just laughs. He sounded like such a child when he laughed. It was contagious.

"Yeah? Well, I forgot your wardrobe didn't consist entirely of pink, so I guess we're even." He teases, slipping his shirt on and fluffing his ginger mane. Galiath can only smile and roll her eyes. While it was true most clothes she owned were pink(her Supersuit included), she did have at least some variety. Syndrome, however.... He managed to wear black and white in his every outfit.

He was no one to talk, for sure.

"Hah!" She laughs, poking a freshly painted nail into his belly, making him jump back. "Says the guy who wears more black and white than a zebra! I Dont think you've ever worn anything else!"

Syndrome lifts a finger to correct her, but she's quick to interrupt him.

"And no- the blue lining in your cape does not count."

Syndrome deflates, a pout gracing his freckled, boyish face. He tried to look unamused, but the grin returned in spite of him. She was the one person he simply couldn't get mad at; not even when she had tried to send him to prison months ago. They were funny like that.

"I'll have you know, black and white are both excellent camouflage colors." He snarks, his tone taking on that slightly nasal thing he gets when he's being a smart-ass. "And so if we ever have to go into hiding, guess which one of us is gonna have better luck? Probably not the one dressed like a bottle of Pepto Bismol, right?"

Galiath huffs and pulls her legs up underneath her, patting the side of the bed next to her in a silent invitation. "You're dodging my point. When was the last time you ever wore anything but black and white? I mean- I'm off duty so I'm wearing yellow. And yet here you are, off duty as well, and still in the same color scheme!-"

Before she can giggle out another word, Syndrome's pulling a box out from under his bed. This has to be the one thing his housekeeper-robot doesn't touch, it's the only thing in his room with dust on it.

He plops it down on the comforter and blows on the top, sending a cloud of dust and cobwebs at his girlfriend. He smirks when she sneezes, amused by his setting off her minor allergy. She shoots him a little glare as thanks.

"Jerk..." She gumbles, earning a laugh. Syndrome slowly shimmies off the cardboard lid, the decade-old box sticking a little after all this time. "What?" He asks, playing innocent, "I thought you wanted to know if I ever wore color?"

And just like that, Galiath forgets all about her allergies. Her eyes light up and she crawls across the bed, mussing up the black sheets beneath her as she leans forward to peek inside.

"Ooh!" She coos, visibly excited. Syn didn't keep much from when he was younger- only his incredible knowledge and his love/hate relationship with superheroes.

Or so she thought.

Either way, she was thrilled to see just a glimpse into his past.

Ever the nosey little thing, she leans over so far he has to struggle to keep from falling. She leans so far, in fact, Syndrome has to push her back so he can see.

"What's all this? I didn't peg you for the sentimental type!" She's almost shaking she's so excited. Syndrome can only chuckle and shake his head. "Eh, I'm not as much as I used to be... But a few little things have managed to avoid the trash... And Mirage."

Ah yes, Mirage... His assistant and ex-situationship. The thought of him sucking on that gorgeous blonde's face still makes Galiath uneasy. Mirage could have been a supermodel but instead she chose to work for a charismatic evil genius with enough money to buy out whole countries. She doesn't blame her... It's just awkward.

Galiath pushes the thoughts aside, though. She has nothing against Mirage.

"Ah, yeah, I bet she was curious too." The slight jealousy in the superhero's tone doesn't go unnoticed by the villain, but he spares her the embarassment for now. That's blackmail for another day.

"Oh, incredibly." He chuckles, rummaging through his box. "She would threaten to put bad photos of me up on the screens in the lab whenever she was mad at me. I had to bribe her with a sports car so she would stop looking for my-."

His abrupt pause catches Galiath by surprise. Quickly he goes to shut the box, only to have her slip a hand underneath.

"Woah, hold on! What's the matter? You were about to show me something!" She giggles, pulling the box away. Syndrome is quick to try and jerk it back. His face is so red his freckles almost blend in.

"It's not in there, I was mistaken." He says just a little too quickly. And if it weren't already obvious he was lying, his darling girlfriend knew to look at his ears when she suspected a false truth. Low and behold they were as red as Mr. Incredible's unitard.

"Nu-uh, don't try that, Buddy, I know there's something in there. Now spill." Syndrome shoots her a look. "Buddy" was the last name he wanted to hear right now.

"Holly..." He hisses out, calling her out of her alias just as she had him. "It's nothing. Now drop the box." His face, while red as his hair, is stern and harsh. He's demanding, not asking- a habit that came with years of villainy. Galiath isn't about to insist. It isn't that she fears him, anything but, really. It's just that she can see this is bothering him. She won't pry if it means invading on him.

And so she lets go of the box, leaning back with her hands up. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry." She says with a small, apologetic smile. "Didn't mean to overstep." She watches Syndrome's shoulders untense, his face relaxing until he smiles a little too. No harm done, it seems.

"It's alright, Holz." He assures her, ruffling her fluffy, black hair before picking the box right back up. He steps away from the bed, hurrying to shove the box back into the depths where he found it.

"It wasn't you, I just- SHIT-!" In his hurry to hide his past once more, Syndrome managed to trip over a pillow that had fallen off the bed, sending himself and the box crashing down to the floor in a series of thuds.

Ever the superhero, Galiath is quick to jump to action.

"SYN-! Oh my goodness, are you okay?!" She squeals, trying not to giggle as she leaps down from the bed. She reaches down to hoist an embarrassed Syndrome up to his feet when she sees something in the corner of her eye.

She glances over without thinking, the sage green color catching her attention. She's bending down to grab it before Syndrome can stop her.

All she hears is a gasp from him before it dons on her what it is she's holding.

"Oh my god- Drop that!" He hisses, but it's too late. Galiath has stars in her eyes and the biggest grin on her face.

"That isn't what I think it is, is it...?" She giggles, holding the little paper closer to to see it better. Her baby blues go wide like dinnerplates and Syndrome knows then and there what it was she held.

Like salt in the wound, she squeals and turns it around for him to see.

Like he wanted to look at his own baby picture....

Holly is in awe, a hand on her heart as she tries her darnedest not to keel over from pure joy. In her hands was probably the single sweetest baby pic she had ever seen.

A little baby Buddy in a green onsie, smiling as happy as a one-toothed infant could be.

Syndrome wanted to die too, but not from a cuteness overload. He snatches that photo so quickly he gives himself a papercut, yanking it from her hands and throwing it and everything else back into the box.

"I told you to drop that..." He huffs, slamming the lid back on and kicking it back under the bed. When he rises back to his feet, Holly wears a gentle, knowing smile.

"I'm sorry, Love." She cooes, laying a hand on his shoulder and a kiss to his forehead. "I just thought it was cute." Syndrome can only scoff and look away, flustered more than he is angry.

"That thing was hideous..." He grumbles bitterly, similar to how a moody teenage boy would. Galiath bursts into a laugh, shaking her head.

"No you were not!" She giggles, pulking Syndrome he didn't want, but definitely needed. "You were a cutie! With that little red curl and-" Syndrome wiggles free and puts a stop to her little gush REAL quick. His hands wave about and she swears she sees him fight a smile.

"Enough about the baby picture alright? Jus- just burn the image from your mind. Delete it, whatever visual helps you forget all about what you saw." "But why?" Galiath laughs, sitting herself back down on the bed. "We were all babies once! At least you were a cute one! I looked like one of those cinnamon jellybeans!"

Her comparison is silly enough to crack him, weasling a laugh and a grin from the grouchy man. "A red jellybean, huh...?" He quirks a brow, his smirk slowly returning.

Ah, there he was... She was worried he would be grumpy the rest of the day! She was so glad to see their day off was still plenty salvageable.

Nodding, she laughs and pulls him down to sit with her. "Oh yeah, I was an ugly little thing! I'll have to show you some time. Oh-! And I can show you the picture my mom took the time I fell down the stairs and lost three teeth! My.... Only three teeth at the time."

Oh, that does him in. The visual alone had Syndrome in stitches. The idea of little toddler Holly grinning at a camera with nothing but gums was enought serotonin to last him the next 15 years. Galiath laughs along with him, glad to see him so giddy even if at her expense.

The two cut up and laugh until their faces go sore. They cling to each other for supoort, only to flop back against the blankets anyways. They roll about like that for a good minute until they finally have to stop, breathless and clinging to the other like a life line.

"Oh-" Syndrome chuckles, not quite down from his high and nuzzling closer. "Oh, I hate you, Sweetheart." He says in a way so sweet she knows he could only mean it out of love. She just smiles and buries her head in his chest, arms wrapping around his middle. "That's okay..." She lets her eyes slide closed, her head rising and falling with his every breath.

"I love you, too."

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton won the Pop Drummer Of The Year category at the 2023 Drumeo Awards! 🥰 🥁 (vid includes acceptance speech and host commentary)

[bostonharbor]

my hamster just escaped from her jail bar escape free playpen and i’m sobbing how did her chubby bean body do this (we found her she’s safe now)