#* I'm not ready for that idea

[eleventh-mugiwara]

[nouverx]

I feel the room swayin'

While the band's playin'

One of our old favourite songs from way back when 🎵

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Dungeon Meshi crew 'leap' into action!

[nocek]

Given how the HQ design looks like, the mother hen thing is true. He is just being very tsundere about that ;P

Also there is pin poll still going on. Take a look if any design speaks to you ;)

[chocobje]

Hi I made another AU

edit: Okay can we all agree to ignore the fact I didn't realize it was in the wrong order until 10 minutes later thanks

edit 2: OH MY GOD IT WAS STILL IN THE WRONG ORDER THIS WAS UP FOR A FEW DAYS NOW I'M SOBBING

Captions for the text under cut incase:

ENTRY #■■■

"So, in Gardenview we have these revival machines for Toons. Death among Toons is normal for us. It's not that big of a deal since the humans can just bring us back."

"(Toon Handlers encouraged us to minimize death, especially when we're with kids.)"

"The revival machines would always bring us back as if nothing has happened. Memories intact and everything. When the humans left us— Gardenview, oddly enough, still had power. So the machines still worked. But overtime, they started acting up..."

"One day, the machines worked automatically by itself. Seems like whenever a Toon revives they grew more sick... Then Violent."

"I'm unsure what causes the ichor to be so harmful... But I promise to get to the bottom of this."

-

[willowedspirits]

I had too

[somegrumpynerd]

A little animation I made of Dream and Nightmare for fun, it's pretty short and simple but not bad for my second go at animation I think ^^

The music is from here, I highly recommend listening to the full thing cause it's so beautiful!

Quick explanation for the song and a gif version under the cut

So when I was first dipping my toes into utmv stuff like a year ago, I made a slideshow for my sister with a bunch of au Sanses, let her guess what kinda vibe she thought they had and then gave her a list of names/ aus to see if she could figure out who was who (she did surprisingly well and I'm proud of her).

Well, when I first showed her pictures of Dream her immediate reaction was "this guy looks like he's from zelda" and it's just always stuck with me. Somewhere along the way I started headcanoning Dream playing some kind of instrument when they were kids and when I heard the pan flute version of zelda's lullaby everything kind of fell into place.

So here they are, having a little moment of peace finally, brothers together again c:

[firewasabeast]

okay but it would also be kinda sexy if Tommy had been giving Buck those flying lessons and Buck finds Tommy seriously injured but conscious and the only way out of wherever they are is by helicopter so Tommy, who is getting worse by the second, has Buck fly the chopper while he helps give instructions until he passes out and then Buck has to figure the rest out on his own.

[pillowbugs]

month of ingo, day 2: battle + day 3: loud

nooo ingo don't hit your ally in multis ahahaha (it's not haxorus this time)

(also, i hadn't realised, but it's the 1 year anniversary of my blog. here's to many more years with you guys! if you'll have me...)

[canisalbus]

have you ever thought about Machete and Vasco's theoretical children? Would they even consider having any? I mean, I guess probably not if we're talking just canon universe but WHAT IF 👀

They have a theoretical non-canon child, Ear! (placeholder/nickname).

Ear would most likely exist in the modern au or in a separate offshoot of it. He would've been related to one or neither of them but not both, and any resemblance would've been coincidental.

About their feelings when it comes to adopting children, this is something I've said in a previous post:

Anonymous asked: in the modern au would they adopt? There’s been talk of this a couple of times before and I’m still on the fence about it myself. I think Vasco likes the idea of fatherhood and would have children if given the choice. Machete doesn’t hate children but is strongly unnerved and doesn’t know how to deal with them. So the odds of them agreeing to initiate the adoption process aren’t promising, but if they, by some random chance, found themselves responsible for a child, it’s entirely possible they would grow very attached to the kid and excel as parents. Vasco is natural dad material and Machete would be 'I don't care about children but I will protect this specific one with my life'. (I've said this before, but as tempting and wholesome it is to give your otp a child, I personally don't think that every couple needs to have a kid. It shouldn't be a metric of how fullfilling and loving their relationship is, you can be a childless couple and perfectly content and whole as is).

and

antlermoss asked: I feel in my heart modern AU Vasco and Machete would become parents like how my best friend is convinced he will become a parent: by becoming someone's godfather and that someone dying tragically That’s probably one of the more realistic ways you might end up as the legal guardian of someone else’s child, I suppose.

[pigeonkitsch]

^ q ^

[burningcheese-merchant]

So glad you’re back, Merchant! Where else was I supposed to get quality burningcheese headcannons? Who was going to get me my fix??How was I gonna LIVE???😭😭Anyway as a token of my appreciation I wanted to give you just a LITTLE hint of a comic based on your works (the Time Travel au one!). I’m so excited to see what other ideas you have, and I hope you’ve fully recovered from the April Fools fiasco! Lol

You get three gifs expressing my absolute joy seeing this ask 🫵🫵🫵 (there ought to be more but nobody likes a spammer, I don't think lol)

Seeing this made my whole day. My whole week probably. THANK YOU!!! I'm ALWAYS happy to feed the BurningCheese nation!!! What kind of drug dealer merchant would I be if I didn't get my customers their ship fix? Letting my customers down like that? Never. This is a BurningCheese (and Beast x Ancient) blog forever and ever. I hope I'm able to entertain you with my nonsense for as long as I can!

Also. "How was I going to LIVE" uhhhh you signed a contract. You signed this document stating you'd serve the BurningCheese cult and spread BurningCheese propaganda for eternity. No refunds, pal. You're trapped. Hell is hot and spicy and also full of cheese. But it's ok, we'll be together. I'll keep you safe from the horrors

[wandixx]

"There is only so much you can for the dead" part 2

continuation to this, I should probably make an original title at some point

trigger warnings: graphic describtion of Danny's death

Moments of blissed, deadly stillness felt unfairly short. It was less than blink of an eye, less than a drop of darkness after he asked Team for the last time to leave and before he woke up, in exactly same state that he was when portal spat him out. He could barely perceive his limbs, and what he could, was consumed by agonising pain.

Fuck, he hated Death Days. Absolutely horrible experience.

His nerves were on fire, electricity dancing and burning across them. His veins and lungs and nostrils and ears and stomach and eyes and mouth and every little crevice of his body was filled with ectoplasm, like liquid fire and evaporated ice, drowning him at every attempted breath. He was crushed by an unimaginable weight, at the same time as his body exploded. He was just coherent enough to feel his bones breaking, cells bursting, his very molecules being rearranged and destroyed and rebuilt but not coherent enough to tell if his scream was anything louder than a whimper.

He was in the middle of the crowd that screamed louder than he could handle, as if every person who ever got to Ghost Zone used this exact moment to let out all of their anguish, hands dragging and pulling and squeezing and brushing at every inch of his skin. He was alone like no one was ever before, in silence that was deafening. He could be stomped to death any second without anyone turning his head, and so separate from everything that he could be only existing being.

He couldn’t help but wait for Death, merciless and brutal, whose twisted children invaded his bed time stories since he could understood words, whose corrupted children he was taught to hate. She was hideous and horrifying, but against everything, she was familiar and he wanted, needed, to see one intimate face in the situation that was so wrong, wrong, wrong. He waited for her to rip his last breath away so everything would stop.

If he had a scrap of himself that could feel worse, it’d cry when he felt her getting away from him, slipping between the fingers that were both tense and limp, impossible to control but possible to feel, broken and twitching. She was getting away but pain wasn’t lessening, maybe even getting worse, to the point where it was only thing that filled his brain.

And then it all stopped. No pain, not even any left over typical to how injuries worked, just a moment of weird pressure against his palm (just like the button), that soon stopped too.

He was in his human form, but in the hazmat he wore just before the accident. Something was wrong about it all. Something in his body made it feel like not his. Something in his chest was too light and too quiet and some intrusive thought made him want to claw on his rib cage until he ripped it open and realized what was missing.

Breathing seemed to easy, enough that he got lightheaded. It got a lot harder when he realized.

He couldn’t feel his core.

Before he managed to come to terms with that, there was a gentle pressure on his hand again.

And the pain returned.

*-*-*

Danny didn't wake up abruptly, with a choked scream and phantom burns. He also didn't wake up slowly, not in the nice, relaxed way at least, when the line between dream and reality is blurred beyond recognition. He woke up in pain, feeling like he wasn't even sleeping before, just… somewhere else while his body was destroying itself again for what felt like decades.

It took some effort to connect with his body after he woke up. To be able to move even a finger. Even longer, to open his eyes. Actual ages to sit up without urge to scream.

After seeing the absolute wreckage of the room, he kinda wished it took him longer. It looked like a warzone. Electrical burns on the walls and ceiling, random puddles of bubbling ectoplasm eating away anything they touched like an acid, and what little stuff there was before, was almost all broken beyond recognition, either by whatever force was doing its thing during his death day show or ecto. When he looked at it a bit more, it seemed to go in spiral around him.

It was kinda sad that the cookies went to waste like that. He was curious who brought them in though.

Thank fucking Ancients that Team listened to him and nobody was there when the whole mess was going down. They would probably join him on the other side of the veil otherwise.

He saw it all only because of his ghost enhanced in dark vision (thank Ancients he stayed in the ghost form) because apparently his Death Day shorted out both main electrical circuit and the emergency one. Thankfully, according to his ears, it only reached this and rooms next to him, instead of the whole Mountain.

Fuck. He really hoped Robin gave him some sort of back-up back-up room because otherwise he was dead. Or well, dead-er.

He rolled out of the bed, barely catching himself from smacking on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Though some would argue he didn’t catch himself if only his face didn’t fall to the floor like the sack of potatoes.

Only then he caught sight of big, ecto-green circle that embed itself into the wall right over the bed. It had familiar vibes. Really familiar…

He had to tell the Team about it yesterday.

*-*-*

M'gann was sitting on the needles, just like everyone else. Sure, Phantom asked them to forget about him and essentially ignore whatever was happening to him, but there was no way they'd actually be able to do it. Case in point, first time alarms about shorting out of the electrical circuit in the room. They run there so fast that they had door open to see what was wrong before the absolute onslaught of electricity and ectoplasm and something else turned off the alarms thirty seconds later. Truth be told, they couldn’t do much, not without risking becoming second ghostly member of the Team, they’ve been there and ready. Conner tried to come in anyway, with his invulnerability and such, but they had to drag him out when despite extensive dodging he got hit five times by the time he got two steps into the room. Also, there wasn’t really anything he could do to help.

So they just spent last almost twenty hours alternating between different things to keep themselves occupied enough to not fall asleep and distract themselves from quilt but not enough to not be able to drop it at the moments notice if it was needed. First plan was to nap in shifts if it was necessary but it quickly became apparent that sleep was impossible with how worried everyone was and when M'gann proposed to just shut down their brains with her powers, everyone got really defensive. Well, no was no. So they just sat, at the moment in awkward silence because every topic that wasn't Phantom felt too inane and every topic that was Phantom felt too… just no. No name for why, just no.

M'gann was about to get up to make another batch of peanut butter and oatmeal snacks that took few minutes to make and could be dropped at any second, when Conner practically jumped in his seat, tilting his head to hear better. Robin perked up from whatever he was doing on his wrist computer at the same time.

"Phantom left the room!” they exclaimed at the same time, jumping out of their seats.

This head start didn’t matter by the time everyone ran or flew out to the corridor, racing against clock to the room where they left Phantom. It didn’t seems so before, but now M’gann just cursed their past selves for not waiting somewhere closer. There wasn’t really any place where they could stay instead, unless they set camp right outside his door, but it still. They should be there five minutes ago, like Wally, who obviously run off.

They heard Wally speaking before they’ve seen him.

“Hey, hey calm down. It’s fine, they’ll be there in a second, just chill. They’re right after me, whatever happened, we’ll help you in just a moment, you don’t have to run. You’re barely standing. Phantom, calm down”

M’gann barely made it around the corner and she thought she had seen Kaldur actually smacking into the wall. He brushed it off.

Phantom looked beyond rough. It seemed like Wally, who had ghost’s arm across his shoulders, was only thing holding him up. His feet were firmly on the ground, not in his usual way, when he looked just a breeze away from flying, but in this fully human way, which was unsettling. His face was gray instead of his usual almost tan, eyes wide and terrified.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he muttered, not looking at anyone in particular “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

“Phantom, it’s fine. It’s fine, we know about the room, it’s fine,” Robin said, trying to placate him. It didn’t quite work. Ghost was on the verge of hyperventilating, which was a bit weird to see on someone for who breathing was voluntary.

“It’s not about room”

“I’m sure it’s fine anyway”

“It’s anything but. I’m sorry-”

“Shut up and tell us what happened if you’re so sure we will be pissed”

“Artemis!”

“Portal”

“What about it?”

“Portal is what killed me.”

M’gann didn’t like how the whole situation looked before, but it suddenly became much worse.

“My Death Day made another one”

[sunnymainecoonx]

How many people witnessed softie food addict horror who needed something in his mouth or he would actively kill and turn to cannibalism 🧍‍♀️ or was that just me.... anyways honestly it was silly.. he'd maybe get along with cook horror... I just like fanon crossovers guys*sadge

Anyways canon horror is also silly(really silly. What an asshole, man)(no seriously he's actually such an asshole.. I might love him for that but-) I don't think he would get along with the others(loser)

[starmocha]

Future Sing Little Birdie wip: Sylus baking cupcakes with his daughter. That is all. Good night.

[dailyedgeworth]

today, i finally finished the second nmweek prompt, truth!!!!!!!!!