#I keep doodling stuff on the side that’s why

[cokoweee]

Michael bay production lol

I swear I love Shelldon yall it’s just….so fucking funny

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[babvc-au]

Alrighty Folks! The Time Has Finally Come!

Hopefully this is everything and i didn't miss any panels or doodles for this post, but here is almost everything about BABVC's comic sketches, wips, doodles, refs, and even scripts i never finished, plus more! Doodles and other art stuff will be added to the end of this post. (Due to how many wips i have and such, there will be multiple reblogs happening as i go through this so bare with me.)

So, did you want to know how BaBvc would have went? Here's your answer. (This will contain a mix of the script, old comic wips and context)

Now, well jump to where we left off in the comic with a smol refresher.

Scene 6 Nightmare:

It's dark and bendy is in a black like void. He hears voices.

"Why? You had a chance!" OB growls.

"Who's there!?" Bendy shouts.

"Why did you resist?" OB

"What?"

Bendy's eyes are suddenly covered by cold clawed hands. And he tries to pry them off.

"Why!?" OB

"What are you talking about?! Who are you!" Bendy growls trying to fight them off.

"Don't keep me waiting much longer" we see the claws retract and three tails around Bendy.

"I'm sick of waiting"

The last shot is of Bendy's demon cross eye.

“But, how…?”

He hears a yawn from Boris as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “good morning, Bendy”

Boris blinks at Bendy’s hand and the bag, "You better not eat that so early in the morning, Bendy.” Boris scolded, ears pinned back.

“What? No, i wouldn't do that. But...” Bendy says, looking at the can thoughtfully. "Did you get some more after last night…?" He asked the tall wolf. Boris raised a brow at him, confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. "That's the same bag from last night when we went to the market right?" He asked. 

"Well yeah but, I lost it, remember?" Bendy said and looked up at his younger brother. Boris stares at him in confusion. "...You did?" He asked. 

Camera focuses on the can in his hand.

Scene 8:

Bendy and Boris enter Berry cafe and take a seat at a booth.

"So you honestly don't remember?" Bendy starts looking across the table to his younger brother.

"I really don't. I only remember us getting the stuff, and then after that, it's all blurry. Like I blacked out or something, and then it was morning." Boris replied. "Are you sure you didn't just imagine you lost it? Maybe it was a dream that you had last night." He points out.

"..." Bendy thinks, "Maybe you're right. I've been having weird dreams, and I guess it's possible." He says tiredly. "Though it really felt like I wasn't dreaming." He mumbled to himself.

Then Melody comes around shortly after and asks them what they would like to order. "Hello, welcome to Berry's Cafe. What would you - oh! It's you two, the usual then?" She smiles and lifts her paper and pen.

Bendy lifts his head and gives a small smile. "Ah, yeah, for me, at least. Boris?" He looks over expectantly for his order.

"Oh! um, what's the special today?"

"New York cheesecake drizzled in strawberries and syrup, it's so good!" she smiles and hugs her notepad dreamily.

Boris perks at that smiling "Guess I know what I'm getting now, (haha) and can I get a hot coco with that, thanks Melody."

"No problem! I'll put your order in right away." She nods and walks away allowing Bendy to see the other residents in the cafe. And surprisingly enough he sees someone familiar. His eyes widened a little, shocked.

(Isn't that-?)

Bendy looks at his right wrist and rubs it lightly.

(So it hadn't been a dream? I should probably thank him.)

Bendy stood, making Boris look at him. "Bendy?"

"I'll be back."

Bendy walks away and heads for the familiar person.

"Uh, Hey." he says. Catching Cupheads attention who opens his eyes. He looks a little confused and shocked to see Bendy for a moment.

"I wanted to say thanks for the other night you really helped me back there." Bendy says looking to the side awkwardly.

Cuphead says nothing for a minute. His shock turns to annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever, watch yourself, you're lucky I found you when I did." Cuphead says with a steady look. "Didn't your mom teach you not to walk around at night by yourself?"

"It's dangerous." He glares, narrowing his eyes.

Bendy furrows his brows at the semi aggressive tone. "Hey, I came to thank you, not get a lecture! And I wasn't by myself."

"..."

"Anyway like I said, thank you, seriously." Bendy frowned.

Cuphead stands up and looks down at Bendy, who looks up at him in return nervously as they stare at each other.

"Here you go sir, your order." Tostie says, giving Cuphead two drinks.

"Thanks," he says.

She walks away.

"There you are, Cuppy!" A new voice sounds in the cafe besides Bendy.

Mugs comes over and stands by his brother's side. Who gives him an exhausted look.

"Here." Cuphead hands him the second drink.

"Oh! Were you in the middle of something?" Mugs looks between Bendy and Cuphead.

Cuphead gives Bendy another glare.

"No. Let's go." He walks off, but Mugs falters and gives Bendy a nervous smile and a wave before he follows.

"Geez, what a jerk." (At least the other guy was nice) Bendy sweats but shrugs it off heading back to Boris.

"Was that someone you knew?"

"Uh, not exactly," Bendy says as he slides back into the booth.

It's silent for a moment before Boris speaks up.

"Bendy, listen, I know you're just as confused as I am, but you haven't told me a single thing about what happened last night, I was really worried about you."

"I know, I promise to tell you when I've made sense of it, ok? Just… give me some time."

Boris sighs, "...Ok"

Bendy looks away and out the window covered in fog with a thoughtful look. It starts to snow a little.

Scene 9

Cuphead glares ahead. (The hell? Did I not wipe his memory correctly? And what's with that weird smell?) He rubs his nose.

Mugman watches him, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cuphead mutters. “I just need to go to the casino… again.”

Mugman frowns. “Huh? Why?”

“I’ll tell you later—unless you wanna come with me.”

Mugman hesitates, then nods. “Mmm… I’ll go with you.” Cuphead glances at him, his expression unreadable. Without another word, he keeps walking.

(Que this scene where they report to The Devil about Bendy being immune to memory wiping)

"Sir, I've come to report something." [Kneeling]

"What is it?"

"There's someone i met that's immune to memory wiping."

"..."

"Is that so..."

(Thus, The Devil orders Cuphead to keep an eye on Bendy and to report back if anything happens.)

Scene 12

Cuphead (bat form) climbs through the crack of the window in the kitchen. He hops to the ground and transforms back into his toon form. He dusts himself off and then looks up. Unexpectedly Bendy was in the doorway and saw everything.

(Que a funny nervous Bendy stares and throws a mug at Cuphead.)

Bendy runs to his couch and starts his spiel.

"What are you doing in my house!? Are you going to kill me!? You're a vampire! Aren't you supposed to stay out of houses unless you're invited!? Or something!?

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute, vampires have other weaknesses! I think I have a few things!"

Bendy runs out of the room, and Cuphead is left in confusion.

"Okay...this is weird." -sigh-

Bendy comes in and out with various "vampire deterrents"

"Garlic!?"

"No"

"A cross!?"

"Nope"

"A stake!?" (It's a twig)

"Na-da"

"Sunlight!?" (Its a flashlight.)

"Did you forget you saw me at the café?"

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

Do the twins ever get attached to stanfraud? Does bill get attached to them too? what is their relationship like? and what is their immediate reaction to finding out everything was a lie -- first impressions? GAAHH I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS i'm ur biggest fan bro

Thank you so much!! It really means a lot that people are enjoying my madness this much!

It’s funny because earlier I was actually doodling him and the twins!

He absolutely gets attached and they get attached in return. While their initial introduction to him is very rocky, they come to enjoy his quirks and unusual interests, especially once Dipper puts together he was the author, and he regularly supervises them on adventures, mainly because Stan asked him too, but also because it’s strangely fun. He will repeatedly claim he hasn’t gone soft to Stan, but then Stan will find him fast asleep with the twins curled up against him, or he’ll catch him helping the twins in their respective Dipper and Mabel’s guide videos. He also likes Mabel Juice! Mabel won’t take his suggestion of adding eyeballs though. Alas.

His feelings towards them are made complicated by his own denial. He doesn’t like the idea that he’s changed much at all, and these new doubts he’s experiencing about his original plans are not thoughts he’s willing to entertain for long. He gets snappy when Stan tries to reassure him it’s okay that he cares, because he doesn’t care, he’s just… playing a role. That’s all. It’s all one big lie. He can do lies. But that doesn’t really explain the genuine panic he experiences when Dipper and Mabel are in danger, and how quickly he jumps in to protect them nor does it explain the fuzzy feeling in his chest when Mabel knits him a sweater.

He’s not the same as he was thirty years ago. That’s a fact. And thirty years was once just a blip for him, but this has felt like he’s lived a whole new life.

And on the flip side, Dipper and Mabel care a lot too. He’s off-putting and he’s strange and he says some things that imply he may have committed murder and gotten away with it, but they like being around him. It isn’t always perfect, same as it is with Stan, but the rougher patches don’t tend to last, and they reconcile by the end of the day (although, Bill is usually incapable of saying sorry verbally and shows his apology through actions instead).

Dipper for one hasn’t really had anyone he can just ramble about nerd stuff with. Bill can actually keep up with Dipper, and they both find themselves enjoying the debate they have about inter dimensional travel, or what sort of haunting would be the most annoying to deal with. Dipper does sometimes catch his uncle looking at him strangely though, almost as though he’s seeing right through Dipper and looking at someone else, but he blinks and the odd look is gone, so he must have imagined it.

Bill does sometimes push Dipper’s buttons, of course, and never gives him direct answers, usually making him look for the answer himself, or read between the lines, which Dipper comes to appreciate as it, so he claims, trains his mind for mysteries. They have a very fun back and forth, honestly. Dipper thinks Stanfraud is the coolest despite all the annoyances, and he really does try his best to impress him.

Mabel meanwhile is just her usual bundle of energy, and charms her great uncle by involving him in her unhinged hijinks, and showing him the art of glitter bombing. She meets him where he’s at! Even though he can sometimes be a little extreme, even for her, she pushes herself out of her comfort zone, mainly because of what Stan told her, about how Ford lost his mind while alone. Well, she can’t have that! She makes a real effort trying to understand him, and why he thinks the way he does.

He also weirdly gives her some good advice whenever Pacifica tries to bring her down, and Mabel is both comforted and inspired by how weird he is, even in his old age. He never lets anyone shame him out of it, and he encourages Mabel to just “Be weird! Your fleshbag life is short! Why waste it caring what lesser skin puppets think?”

Bill unknowingly allows both Dipper and Mabel to feel more comfortable in themselves because of how unapologetically ‘him’ he is.

Sorry if this is messy, by the way, I’m just writing my thoughts as I go along.

Anywho, I think all of this makes finding out everything was a lie very hard hitting for them. Mabel tries to rationalise it, that sure, maybe he wasn’t really their Grunkle, but he still loved them like he was, and they loved him like a Grunkle, meanwhile Dipper reacts very negatively, because he really thought he had found someone like him, someone he confided a lot in, and now he thinks he made the wrong choice, that he was an idiot.

And Stan lied too. He admits the biggest mistake he made was not telling them, but it’s too late for that now.

The one bright side, if you can call it that, is Stan and Bill do tell them before they get Ford back. They think they’ve finally found the way to do it, and Stan wants the kids to know before they try it, give them time to process.

Okay I’ll end there for now! Thank you so much again!

[theclockonthewall]

I'm so sorry, I accidentally deleted the ask, but this was it:

What about Mark Grayson fresh out on the scene, and he bumps into us and quickly develops a crush on our hero that's been keeping a low profile and is unknown to the public.

A/n: thanks for the ask luvie, hope you like this, acc hope you even see this since I delted the ask😭. Once again, greatly appreciate feedback

Word count: 1.4k

Mark Grayson x fem!hero!reader

Part 1 | part 2

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Mark hovers above the wreckage, chest heaving, the last of the villain’s goons groaning on the pavement below. It wasn’t supposed to be that easy—halfway through the fight, someone had stepped in, silent and precise, disabling three of them in under ten seconds. Mark barely caught a glimps—dark suit, sleek mask, big hood, hidden face behind it, no emblem, no words. Now, as the smoke clears, that same figure gives him a nod. “You’re welcome,” they say, voice calm and unreadable. “Bye.” Before Mark can respond, they're gone, vanishing into the shadows like they were never there.

He taps his earpiece. “Uh, Cecil? Who was that?”

A beat of silence. Then Cecil’s dry voice crackles through. “Just someone who prefers to stay off the radar. Don’t worry about it.”

But Mark’s already replaying the moment in his head, heart thudding with more than just adrenaline.

Mark hovers in place for a moment after she vanishes, still staring at the spot where she stood. Something about the way she moved—so confident, so quiet—sticks with him. Not just the efficiency, but the calmness, the presence. He’s fought beside seasoned heroes, but none have left him this… intrigued.

He tries to shake it off. But later that night, lying in bed, the memory sneaks up on him again. That voice. That nod. That disappearing act. He rolls onto his side and groans into his pillow. It’s not a crush, he tells himself. It’s curiosity. He just wants to know who she is. That’s it. Probably.

The next morning at school, he’s halfway through zoning out in math class, chin in hand, when he catches himself doodling a sleek black silhouette in the corner of his notebook. He immediately scribbles it out and flips the page. Totally fine. Totally normal.

At lunch, it’s worse. He’s barely touching his food, spinning his fork and thinking about how easily she handled those goons—how she didn’t want credit, or attention. Just gone. Who does that? Who is she?

He finally blurts it out to Rex after patrol a few days later. They’re both sitting on a rooftop, feet dangling over the edge, eating greasy fries from a corner stand.

“You ever seen someone dressed in black and silver?” Mark asks, chewing slowly. “No emblem, hooded, masked up, barely talks? She helped me on a job a few days ago. Just—appeared, helped, disappeared.”

Rex raises an eyebrow. “Yeah. Once. She helped me with an incident downtown last month. Real ninja vibes. Didn’t say a word. I waved, she nodded, gone.” He tosses a fry in his mouth. “Why?”

Mark sighs. “Same. I can’t stop thinking about it. Like… who is she? Why won’t Cecil tell me anything?”

Rex shrugs. “Ask him again. Or stalk her. You get weird when you're interested in stuff.”

So Mark tries. He asks Cecil. Again.

“Off the radar, Grayson,” Cecil says, not even looking up from his screen. “She works solo. Not interested in teams or fame. Let it go.”

He tries to let it go. Really. But a week passes, and he still finds himself scanning the rooftops during patrol, hoping for a glimpse of black and silver. Nothing.

Until one night, mid-battle, a pipe clangs against the back of his head, and Mark stumbles, gritting his teeth as the villain charges again. His vision blurs for a second—until something darts in from the left.

She’s faster than he remembers. A clean strike to the ribs, a sweep of the leg, and the guy’s down, groaning. Mark blinks as the last few stragglers flee into the shadows, too spooked to keep fighting. Smoke coils around them from a small explosion earlier, and in the orange glow of a broken streetlamp, she looks almost unreal—sharp lines, calm breathing, suit untouched.

He straightens up, brushing dirt off his costume. “Uh… thanks.”

She’s already turning to leave.

“No, wait—!” He floats forward before she can disappear again, hand reaching out instinctively. He catches her wrist, gently.

She pauses, eyes hidden behind her hood, unreadable.

“I just…” Mark’s throat feels weirdly tight. “I never got to say anything last time. I’m, um—Invincible.”

She tilts her head slightly. “I know.”

“Oh.” His hand slips away awkwardly. “Right. That makes sense. You seem like you’d know things.”

There’s a flicker of amusement in her posture—barely noticeable, but there.

He clears his throat, trying not to sound as nervous as he feels. “I was just wondering… if I could know your name? I mean—not your real one. Obviously. Just… what people call you. Or, like, what I can call you.”

She watches him in silence for a moment, then finally says, “Shade.”

“Shade,” he echoes, a little breathless. “Cool name. Mysterious. Kind of suits you.”

Shade glances toward the rooftops. “You should get home. You’re bleeding.”

He looks down. Oh. Right. Blood on his forearm. “Yeah, I—guess I should. Thanks again. Really.”

She nods once, and starts to turn away.

“Wait,” he blurts. “Will I… see you again?”

She smirks behind the mask. “Maybe.”

And then she’s gone.

Mark hovers there alone for a few seconds, heart pounding, cheeks warm beneath his mask, already wondering when “maybe” will turn into “yes.”

A few days later, after another routine patrol, he lands on a rooftop—and Shade is already there, seated on the edge like she’s been waiting.

“Didn’t think I’d actually see you again,” he says, still catching his breath.

“I didn’t come to fight,” she says. “Just wanted to see you, get to know what kind of person you are and all that.”

“Get to know me?” He gestures to himself. “I’m honored.”

Shade shakes her head, amused. "How long have you been here? How did you even know I'd come here?" She shrugs, "Lucky guess..." She looks at him before adding, "Or, I may or may not have been following you the entire time." A low chuckle leaves Mark, already enjoying the little amount of her personality he's been shown.

“So…” Mark rubs the back of his neck. “Can we hang out sometime? Like, not during fights?”

“I don’t like to be seen.”

“That’s fine,” he says quickly. Not wanting to let her go yet, he adds "Since we're in the same line of work, maybe we could do it whitout the masks. You know, face to face, civilian from. That kind of thing.”

She studies him for a long moment, then finally says, “I’ll think about it.”

And with that, she’s gone again—leaving Mark smiling, heart racing, already hoping for next time.

[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: you share your first kiss with Daisuke.

tw: idk, insecure reader?

a/n: this turned out kinda meh, starting to burn out, I'll start with the actual plot in the next one.

wc: 1.4k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

You hadn’t meant to peek. You honestly thought it was a book you forgot you brought. Well, that was until you noticed the leather book had no title, which you then assumed was a sketch book your parents gave you in a misguided attempt as a gift that somehow ended up in your book pile. But when you opened it you realized you were sorely mistaken, sketches of pokemon, digimon, and the crew littered the pages. This was Daisuke’s sketch book. Not only was it because no one else on board would draw pokemon (as far as you knew), but the farther into the book you went, the more the pages were just filled with images of you. Whether it be just little stick figures of you and Daisuke holding hands, or full on detailed sketches of your face, all the way to your name doodled on the corners with his last name (or vice versa). 

Oh gosh, you felt like a monster. You weren’t supposed to be seeing these. Daisuke must've left it in your room by accident and here you were paging through it without his permission. You were a terrible partner. Snapping the book close, you squeezed your eyes shut. Why the hell did you keep looking? Damn you and your curiosity, you broke a boundary that you only hoped could be mended. 

With determination to make this right, you marched out of your room, the small book clutched to your chest. Thankfully it wasn’t too late, you had just been getting ready for sleep when you stumbled upon it after all. Honestly, it was surprising Daisuke wasn’t with you already, the two of you shared a room more often than not these days. It wasn’t a far walk to his rooms, everyone's sleeping quarters were close to each other. Knocking on his door, you didn’t have to wait long, the open door revealing Daisuke with his gameboy in hand.  “Hey,” You greeted.

“Hey,” He replied back, glancing up at you before quickly looking back at his game. “Jus’ give me a sec. I’m almost done with this level.”

“Okay,” You murmured, shuffling over to sit on his bed. That made Daisuke paused for a second, glancing at you once again and noticed your nervous expression. Biting his lip, he let out a groan when the game let out the familiar sound of losing, you had unintentionally distracted him and he failed again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tossed the handheld console to the side, plopping down next to you. He needed a break anyways, he had been trying to beat that level for thirty minutes straight.

“What’s up?” Diauke asked, tilting his head to get a better look at you.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized, holding his sketchbook out to him. “I didn’t realize it was yours and I looked through it. I should’ve stopped when I realized it wasn’t mine but I kept looking. I am so sorry.”

Taking the book from your hands, Daisuke put it to the side and instead gently grabbed your hands, a small smile tugged at his lips, “Hey, it’s alright. I don’t mind, not that big of a deal.”

You paused, staring at him, eyes wide and slightly confused, “You’re not angry? Aren’t those personal? I went through your stuff.” It was like you were trying to justify your guilt, not able to accept the fact that you had probably over thought the whole ordeal. Not able to accept the fact that you could be forgiven so easily. Why wasn’t he angry? Or annoyed? Sure, he always seemed laidback and carefree, but he was still human. You had seen him insecure, and bummed out, it wasn’t out of the wheelhouse to see him at least peeved as well. 

“It was an accident,” He shrugged, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “And it’s mostly just silly doodles, nothing to get upset about. I’d let you look at them if you asked…or even give you a few.”

“There seemed to be a few personal ones,” You murmured, hands tightening around his own, but your argument sounded weak even to you. 

Letting go of your hands, Daisuke opened his sketch book and flipped to an image of you with little hearts surrounding it, a mischievous grin on his face, “You mean the ones like this?”

You opened your mouth, face warming at how nonchalant he was about it. Glaring at him you huffed, “I can’t stand you.”

“Is it a crime to draw the one you love?” Daisuke asks dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. 

“Yes,” You responded in a deadpan tone. 

With a pout, he replied, “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to draw something pretty.” 

Giving in to your impulses, you leaned forward and smooshed his cheeks in between your hands, “You can’t just say things like that and get away with it.”

Daisuke merely giggled, grin brightening under your palms. This was supposed to ease your cute aggression, not make it worse, but it seemed you still didn’t have a full understanding of your emotions. Perhaps you never will fully understand it, but what you did know was that you were going to make him pay for his crimes. 

Leaning forward, you place a short kiss on his forehead. Your heart jumped when you made eye contact, his brown eyes shining, watching you in awe. It pushed you to go further, moving your palms from squishing his cheeks to holding his jaw, assaulting his face with fluttering kisses. You made sure you didn’t miss an inch, stomach twisting in knots at how much affection you were sharing, but also feeling oddly content. When you finished, you pulled away enough to make eye contact once more. 

Daisuke felt his heart pound in his chest, his cheeks warm and eyes wide in awe. You had been pretty reserved in your relationship so far, not that he minded. You were clearly out of your depth, unsure how to accept and offer physical affection, but your kind actions and words showed how much you cared. Although he was also new to the whole dating thing, being affectionate with you had become second nature to him. Having you not only act first, but cross a boundary neither of you dared to cross took his breath away and made him feel all melty. 

Sure, you hadn’t kissed him on the lips, but neither of you had done more than hold the other. The feeling of your lips continued to warm his skin, and he couldn’t help but wish you just laid one on him, but he also respected your wishes. If you weren’t ready for that, he wouldn’t push. He wanted you to go at your own pace since you were clearly more uncertain in the relationship. 

“You missed,” Daisuke teased, watching you with a warm gaze.

Pouting Scowling, you smooshed his cheeks again, causing him to laugh. Your blood thrummed in your ears, your heart speeding up and you continued to feel more confident in your actions. You glanced down at his lips, should you…? Was that him giving you the okay? Were you even ready for that?

Apparently tonight was a night of acting instead of thinking for you. Relaxing your hold on his face, you placed the shortest peck on his lips in recorded human history. Daisuke barely felt it, but it still made his breath hitch. You had actually kissed him, lip to lip, the whole smoocharoo. You stared at each other, wide eyed and hearts beating in tandem. Such a simple moment for some was world changing for you both.

“Can…can we do that again?” Daisuke whispered, scared to break the atmosphere.

You nodded, a shaky okay spilling from your lips. It was Daisuke’s turn to act first, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips in a light kiss. You press your lips to his a bit firmer, but your inexperience shows as you're left unsure how to proceed. You felt a bit embarrassed, but it was hard to keep that thought as Daisuke smiled so much you ended up having to pull away. 

“We gotta work on that,” He muttered, his grin betraying his giddiness. 

“I think you just want more kisses,” You murmured back, feeling your heart skip a beat. 

“Can you blame me?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Must be your lucky day then.”

“The luckiest.”

[npookie0]

Hiii, could we perhaps have some hcs for roning x artist!mc, so like their side hustle is drawing and stuffs and what he thinks of it? (and/or asks of them to maybe create something for him ^_^?)

Thank you for your time and stay hydrated <3

Sinner's Portrait.

Ronin x artist reader, headcanos, sweet and simple

Enjoy lovelies 🫶

Ronin was very interested in your artistry from the day he found out about it, he has a thing for creators after all. "You're a god on your own darling, a god who creates their own little worlds."

He is attentive to you whenever you show him your drawings or paintings, he asks about details and meanings behind every stroke of your brush.

When you paint he will stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you, chin resting on your shoulder while he watches your feelings and desires fill the blank canvas with colours and shapes

If there's a competition going around or if you're commissioned to make a big piece, Ronin will be there to keep you taking care of yourself, making sure you eat, drink and sleep. "As tragic as that would be, I can't have my lil artists pass out with their creation never finished."

Sometimes you doodle Ronin in your sketchbook or on your canvas before you cover them with paint, he finds it adorable how secretive you're trying to be with it.

You, obviously, give him paintings for his birthday, or Christmas, or any different occasion to give him anything - sometimes you don't even need an occasion, you just want to give him something. It makes him really happy, even if he's cocky about it and will always play his little nonchalant attitude with you. Your painting will now hang on his wall and he will brag about it to Angel, maybe be a little softie about them.

If you're in artblock, Ronin will offer himself as a model for you. "What? I kill people when I can't bring out any creative murder ideas, you can use a model when you can't get those creative thoughts to guide your brush."

Ronin doesn't ask you to paint him anything, at least not without making up an excuse for it. "Oh darlin', don'tcha want your lil creation to find their place in my home?" You know that he just wants to get a lil painting just dedicated to himself and you happily oblige, why wouldn't you make your edgelord of a boyfriend happy?

[pukefactory]

- dw req !!

---> Yandere Gigi x Reader hcs

---> SFW , angsty (?)

- tysm if you do so !! :>

✦ ─ ˗ˋ SENSE OF SELF ˊ˗ ─ ✦

➽ Summary: Headcannons Featuring Yandere Gigi X Reader

➽ Character(s): Gigi (Dandy’s World)

➽ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

➽ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

➽ Image Credits: BlushCrunch Studio

➸ Gigi adores collecting things, and you are no exception. You’re her ultimate prize, her rarest find—the one thing she refuses to share. If anyone even looks at you for too long, she’s quick to slot herself between you and them with a wide, knowing grin. “Mine,” she hums, holding onto your sleeve like you might slip away if she loosens her grip.

➸ Her hoarding tendencies extend to anything that reminds her of you. Trinkets from places you’ve visited together, napkins with your doodles, even things you’ve barely touched. If you ever wonder where your missing bracelet or favorite pen went, don’t worry—it’s safely stored in the ever-growing Gigi Collection™.

➸ Gigi’s a tricky one. She’s always playing innocent, always flashing that mischievous smirk, but her methods of keeping you close? Subtle. It starts with her dragging you along on her adventures, claiming she needs a sidekick. Then it’s her holding onto your sleeve so you “don’t get lost.” Before you know it, your entire schedule revolves around her.

➸ She has zero shame when it comes to teasing you. Expect constant flirty remarks and dramatic swooning—“Oh, my beloved! You wound me with your rejection!”—even when you haven’t rejected her. If she catches you talking to someone else? She slouches against the nearest surface with a tragic sigh, muttering about her heartbreak.

➸ Gigi has no problem making little promises—like meeting you at a specific time or helping you with something—but anything bigger? She conveniently forgets. Unless, of course, it involves keeping you by her side. Those promises? Unbreakable. You’re not leaving. She won’t let you.

➸ If she ever catches you trying to avoid her (why would you do that? So mean), she’s got a million tricks up her sleeve to reel you back in. A fake crisis? An “urgent” mystery only you can solve? She’s not above playing a little dirty. And if that fails? Well… she could always misplace your house key. Oops!

➸ Gigi loves leaving little “gifts” for you—trinkets she’s “found” (stolen), gacha capsules with oddly specific prizes (bribes), or notes scribbled in messy handwriting. Some are simple—“Missed you today! Don’t do it again. ♡” Others? A bit more unsettling. “Saw you talking to someone new. They’re funny! But I’m funnier, right?”

➸ She likes to joke about keeping you in her gachapon head—“I bet you’d fit in here.”—and she says it so casually that it’s impossible to tell if she’s kidding. The way her grin lingers a second too long doesn’t help.

➸ If you ever get too close to someone else, Gigi has her own way of dealing with them. Nothing violent, of course! Just a few well-placed pranks. Their stuff goes missing, their shoelaces always seem to be mysteriously tied together, and any attempt to hang out with you? Interrupted by Gigi conveniently showing up. Every. Single. Time.

➸ At the end of the day, Gigi is a chaotic, unpredictable mess of a yandere—but she’s also terrifyingly good at what she does. No chains, no threats, no locked doors—just an overwhelming presence that slowly makes it impossible to imagine a life without her. And, well… why would you even want to?

[thenyoukeepliving]

The Five Love Languages: Stupid Rabbit Edition

A/N: I have a uni class called Social Skills Development and we were talking about relationships and the main love languages. Naturally, I spent almost the entire class thinking about how these would apply to the bnnuy rabt. Then I did the same in my next class… then I came home and turned those thoughts into whatever this is – instead of studying for my three upcoming exams.

I’m also writing this intro two days after completing the whole thing, when I’m also supposed to be studying. Am I going to pass any of these exams? Should I be making better choices? Will I ever succeed in anything in life like this? Do I even care? Let’s not find out! 

So anyway, enjoy! My academic achievements certainly won’t!

CW: none | asshole rabbit (affectionate) | prompts are NOT cohesive AT ALL | also I think I tend to write Jax a bit OOC so be aware of that I guess?

Word count: 1571 | Masterlist

Gift Giving

“Oh wow, a gift? From me? To you?” He smirks, handing you a tiny, glittery box. You open it to find... a single peanut.

“I got you a present.” He holds out a tiny piece of paper with ‘You Suck’ written on it.

“I found this and figured you’d like it.” Hands you one of Zooble's parts that he stole from them earlier.

“Here, I made this for you.” Gives you a poorly drawn doodle of you with “Dumbo” written above it. (It’s actually kinda cute.)

He tosses something at you without warning. You barely catch it, looking down to see... a single, slightly crumpled flower. “Eh, it was in my way.” He shrugs, avoiding eye contact.

“Pfft, no, I didn’t get that for you. It just appeared out of nowhere. Weird, huh?” He says after gifting you something genuinely nice but refusing to take credit for it.

Jax casually flips you a small, shiny bracelet. You realize it’s the one you lost a while ago in the circus during the gloink adventure. “Found it,” he says, walking off before you can react.

Words of Affirmation

“Wow, you suck at this.”

“Huh. Guess you’re not completely useless.” After you do something impressive.

You make a self-deprecating joke about yourself. Jax frowns, his ears slightly twitching. “Okay, no. I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that.”

You mess up something huge during an adventure, making everything more difficult for the whole group. Your face is flushing with embarrassment. Jax leans against the wall, barely suppressing a laugh. “Yikes. That was so bad I almost wanna be nice to you. Almost.”

“Ugghh, why do I even like you? Oh, right. Because you’re so great and cool and all that other annoying stuff.” Gives you the biggest side eye.

“No, no, no, don’t give up now! You’re my main source of entertainment!”

Quality Time

“Wow, alone time? In this economy?” (You've JUST sat down to do something on your own.)

Wordlessly follows you around for hours. When you finally ask why, he shrugs. “Dunno. Just seeing how long it takes for you to snap.”

OR you're reading a book on the couch. Jax is just sitting on the other end, staring at you like a creep. “So how long are you planning to do this?”

“What? You’re busy? Nah, c’mon, whatever it is can wait. I gotta show you something.”

You decide to take a walk by yourself to clear your head. After just two minutes, Jax appears beside you out of nowhere. “Did you really think I wouldn’t follow you?

You're trying to focus on something, but Jax keeps lingering over your shoulder and walking in circles around you like a clueless puppy. Finally, you snap and give him a groan. "What? We’re bonding. This is quality time."

BONUS, if somehow you'd have phones: He randomly yoinks your phone out of your hand while you're using it. “You’re welcome. It’s called being present, ever heard of it?”

Acts of Service

Steals your things so you “learn independence.”

Sneaks in your room and rearranges your stuff just because it "looked off." ((((based on this post of Jax's very organised room from @backtothedrawingboard hehe))))

You’re struggling to reach something on a high shelf. Jax smirks, grabs it easily, and then holds it just out of your reach. “Oh, you wanted this?”

“I technically helped you, so, y’know, you owe me now. And I'm definitely cashing that in later.”

"I’m practically doing all the work here. Just saying." (Does literally 1% of whatever it is that needs to be done.)

You’re carrying a bunch of stuff, struggling. Jax takes exactly one item from your arms. “There ya go. Better?”

Jax hands you something before you even ask for it.  “How’d you– ?” You blink.  “I pay attention. Sometimes.” He grins. 

Physical Touch

Flicks your forehead out of nowhere – “Just checkin’ if your brain’s still in there.” 

OR flicks your nose for no reason – “Dunno, just felt like it.”

Pokes your cheek repeatedly. “Just makin’ sure you’re real.” (None of you are.)

Ruffles your hair and immediately messes it up, making you groan his name in annoyance – “Nah, looks better like this.”

Casually throws an arm around your shoulders. “Look at us. Best buds.”

“Whoa, careful there.” After he stuck his foot out to trip you, but caught you last second.

Drags a single finger down your arm just to see you shiver. “Ticklish, huh?” (He's a 100% aware of this already.)

“Ughhh, standing is so hard.” Leans on you dramatically.

[voltronisanobsession]

So you like my ideas, huh? Well, I hope I can continue to create some good ones for you! I shall try my best 🫡

Oh! I do have one request in mind, how about Percy being paired with reader who’s the child of Athena? Yes, yes, I know an amazing half-blood known as Annabeth exists but I had something in mind.

We all know how children of Athena are seen as wise, intellectual, clever, and combative people but what if the reader was different than that? There’s several types of intelligence after all, so what if they specialized in emotional intelligence and craft?

I can see them being insecure of their “abilities” since they know their siblings can do better, and even fear that Athena herself is disappointed in them, but, while Percy thought it was strange at first, he soon found himself enjoying those traits.

I mean, with their emotional intelligence, the reader knows when he’s upset no matter how hard he tries to hide it, and they tend to give him gifts like Melinoe!reader. They’re probably usually architectural models, weavings, mini sculptures of what he enjoys… You know all that good stuff. They probably gifted him something as something to remember them by when he went on a quest… but I’ll leave that up to you.

Combat practice to bond/as dates 👀?

Also, I’m not sure if you saw, but I like long headcanons so stop apologizing and keep it up!/lh

Poor all of your thoughts into it if you have to or want, I like it!

Percy with a Child of Athena!Reader

I literally LOVE these detailed asks UGGHHH!! I love the idea of instead having a different form of intelligence as a child of athena like damn😍 I'm getting used to brain dumping on these, its a work in progress🙈

Sorry for answering so late😭

Lowkey this reader sticks out like a sore thumb amongst their siblings😭

I like to think that most Athena kids are usually on the more serious sides, so it surprises a lot of campers outside of the Athena cabin to see Reader extremely expressive!

While the other Athena children spend their time devising tactical plans for big camp games, reader is just on the side doodling architectural designs and whatnot

They aren’t as involved in what their siblings do because it doesn’t interest them much

Like whenever they try and ask for readers opinions and start using big ass words, they just smile and nod cuz they had no idea what the others were saying

Athena's children are extremely intelligent so its difficult for reader to be on the same wave length as their siblings

It lowkey makes them feel like an outcast in their cabin because they cant really connect with their siblings like they do with each other while they talk about subjects beyond reader’s comprehension

Constantly being surrounded by books, scrolls and maps full of knowledge, reader often beats themselves over not being able to comprehend and show interest in wanting to learn about these types of things

They’re led to believing that they are a defect amongst their mothers children (crying)

They are always surrounded by reminders of their own inabilities to match their sibling’s intelligence which is why they spend little time in the Athena cabin, and even littler time with their siblings

Readers only saving grace is that they are always in tune with peoples emotions and feelings, no matter how well or little they know the people around them

Whether its feelings of anxiousness, sadness, quiet anger, or happiness, reader always seems to know how a person is feeling!

The first time Percy meets reader is when he spots them at the crafting hut

Being one of his first activities in the beginning of the day, he notices how reader is always there before anyone else

Percy probably thought you were apart of the Hephaestus cabin or something like that with how many times he’s seen you sculpting and carving away at a new project every other day

So he’s surprised when you reveal that you’re actually a child of Athena

He would definitely notice how you distance yourself from your siblings, especially during breakfast, lunch and dinner

He’s good friends with Annabeth so he sees the differences between you, her and your siblings

While she and her siblings are more closed off and have their noses stuck up a new book everyday, your always seen drawing or weaving a new tapestry for your cabin

You show your emotions more openly compared to their more dismissive nature as well!

He definitely sees you as the 'social butterfly' of the Athena cabin

The more time he spends with reader though, he notices just how in tune they are with his feelings

He could give the smallest, most insignificant indication that he's had a bad day and you'd be able to read him like an open book

It's easy talking to you about his conflicting emotions, your patience and thoughtful expression gives him more confidence to just let everything out

I think he would definitely fall for how empathetic you are in many situations

You've made many friends with campers from different cabins because of this quality trait! Always learning and understanding a situation/conflict that arises, you're always able to resolve the problems that makes it fair for all parties involved

Despite this, Percy is confused and a bit surprised to find out that you're actually insecure about this dominating trait of yours

"What?! It's literally the best thing about you though!"

"I know but its just! My siblings aren't the way I am. They're able to actually use their skills for something. All I can do is listen to people and make friends. That's nothing special. I'm useless."

It PAINS him to hear you say that because its obvious you don't understand the importance of being as emotionally intelligent as you are

He makes it his mission to show you just how many people you've helped, to show you that you have a reason to be proud of what you're able to do!

You slowly open yourself more after hearing all his reassurance, from him and other people around camp

It's definitely a positive change as you have a pep to your step now. You engage with you siblings more now that you have a confidence in your own abilities.

You make him many sculptures as thank you gifts! Even when he says that you don't need to, you cant help admit that enjoy giving him these gifts with a nervous smile

You've made him a mini version Riptide and even have given him a small owl pendant

You were hesitant to give him the pendant because it seemed more intimate compared to your other gifts, but he happily accepted it with a soft smile

AND WHEN HE PUT THE PENDANT ON IN FRONT OF YOU YOUR HEART NEARLY LEPT OUT OF YOUR CHEST I CCANNTTT

I think reader would be pretty aware of Percy's feelings for them which makes them feel fuzzy

So imagine how you feel when Percy pulls up to you one late afternoon after not seeing him for the entire day to give you a small pendant of his own

The sculpting of the trident is definitely more crude and less detailed compared to the one you gave him, something Percy abashedly admits but you wave him off

"It's beautiful, thank you Percy."

"No problem, now we're matching!"

You're aware of your own feelings for him as you are aware of his feelings for you, so it doesn't take long for a confession to happen

I mean matching pendants? come on bro its so painfully obvious to everyone

Percy falls for who reader is, not because their a child of Athena

He doesn't care that you're different from your siblings because he understands everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses

You still represent Athena with pride and he'll happily support you till the end

PERCY IS SUCH A GREEN FLAG IN GENERAL I LOVE WRITING FOR HIM💔💔

[mystiffox]

— the apple's falling from the tree

from Cross: The Star Sans by @overflowofcrows

star!cross makes me incredibly ill with the tragic found family vibes ... (lays on the floor)

also song inspo was Driver's Seat by Madds Buckley

also have some doodles too (slight spoilers on the fic's lore below! to explain some of my thoughts on clothes n stuff)

does Cross have a star necklace in the fic? no, probably not. did i show off about my thoughts on a star necklace to Simple anyway? yes, yes i did. anyway idc where u think the necklace is from (whether its a gift from dream or a remold of his broken heart necklace, who knows atp) now ONTO THE GANG (+ Error and Fresh)

to preface this: im mostly assuming for most of the lore beyond the crumbs given to me. so, i'd imagine that when the fight ended with the gang losing, Dream and Ink immediately jailed them up. they both seem keen on keeping the gang alive, so they probably would've tried to help them with anything to make sure of it- that is, if any of the gang would even accept it in the first place.

i'm making a small guess that if there were any wounds, they used what they had to take care of it, aka ripping out parts of their own clothing to use as makeshift bandages. dream might've gave them some supplies (out of pity.. or something) but whether that was not enough or not used, i won't know

even if it was enough, there's still the factor of inevitable outburst/breakdowns from any of the prisoners. i'd imagine it'd be so hard to calm any of them down because the gang were too used to being close together that using touch became the usual grounding method— so putting a barrier between them makes it infintely harder for everyone.

i think Nightmare doesn't use his jacket anymore. it probably feels like shit/too itchy and ragged to wear and reminds him of a past he wishes he could forget. (he must feel so helpless seeing all his boys suffer after taking care of them for so long... like a lost father trying his best and seeing how much he's failing at the same time.. man.)

Dust is almost always wrapped in a blanket, the hoodie completely zipped up as if he was trying to hide in it, keeping himself as small as possible (knowing his own breakdowns are the biggest And loudest)

Horror is probably yanked back to the memories of when he was back in his home au, quietly starving and losing all the progress he had with the gang.. trying to press himself against the barriers in hopes that maybe he can feel the others on the other side of it.. (one of his outbursts would be why he ripped off the sleeves of his jacket id assume)

Killer too.. unable to get to anyone and just. with his soul going haywire sometimes, having no available output that he's forced to ride it out on his own And in front of everyone.. yeah, you get the gist for those three

Error's a mess of threads- picks at his clothes and sews em back up, just to have a reason to move his hands. he's not too worried i'd say- it's a little reminiscent of the antivoid, and he's experienced insanity already (not to say it doesn't tug at his own soul-strings to see it happen to everyone else)

Fresh might be the "cleanest" out of everyone, with barely any visible tears, but i have a good feeling his body language is different. maybe the cap is now worn correctly. maybe he took off his jacket. he's tense. his guard is up. because a parasite would never want to be locked up in one place, right?

god.

God.

they make me so sick (message is mine btw)

[anonmousegosqueak]

From my poly 141 meet the McTavish ask (yeas, again) I propose:

How it works with the job:

So on an operation they can't exactly kiss and tell each other "I love you", and the same thing goes on base since it's fraternization… so they have code words and other stuff!

Since Ghost rarely hydrates because of the mask he has to collect water bottle caps as a "I'm not trying to die of dehydration and I still love you" and gets a kiss from each one of them every night for every cap from a water bottle.

Soap kinda is between gifting grenade pins and just leaning on them. Since he is alredy touch as a person it doesn't look out of place, but leaning in his context is more of a "I know you are solid, I hope you can help me be solid too" rather than just leaning on each of them.

Gaz is a weird one. He has something different for each one of them. He gifts Ghost bullets, sometimes white markers to re-whiten the skeleton fingers on his gloves, and sometimes keeps him steady by grabbing his tac-vest strap and saying close. For Soap it's gifting things like good colouring pencils, brushed, inking pens and other stuff. For price it's about filing the paperwork in record time. Surprisingly it works every time and he get a kiss every time.

Price has to be careful when he gives affection, he is tje captain, he is seen as an estimated figure and the superiors have sharp eyes. Yet if you know where to look you'll notice the hand on Gaz's beack going a little towards his hip, with his leutenant how he brings him food so he doesn't have to show his face in the cantine, for Soap how he lets the rules a little more loose, for Roach how he is always inclined to bending down when he talks to him, almost asking for a kiss. With Nik nobody notices anything, they are usually making out in his room though.

Nik is often overlooked by the superiors, so how he displays affection is a little more obvious. Letting Ghost observe him while he repairs a heli and then hiding inside for a quick kiss, listening to Soap make the weirdest physics calculus he ever heard to explain to him how he could change direction in half a second, helping Gaz program frones and every once in a while steal a kiss, make out on the regular with Price, sharing cool insect facts with Roach and sharing a few cute moments.

Roach is the one that does it the weirdest. He is always near Ghost. You see Ghost alone? No he isn't, Roach is at maximum 50 meters away. Soap is drawing? Roach is hiding behind me drawing a few doodles on the edges of the paper. Gaz is writing a report or doing informatics? He is near him messing around, asking questions (with double meanings obviously) messing with his hair and other stuff. Eating in the chow with Price? They are locking feet under the table. Watching Nik prepare the flight plan? Hugging him from behind.

Add your own toughs Cap!

P.S. im aware that I overdo my asks, but i need to let it out sometimes :)

WHAT DO I ADD?? THIS IS AMAZING?! ART-!

Um- okay. Uh.-

THIS IS WHY I CANT BE PRICE, I'M STRUGGLING UNDER THE PRESSURE.

Okay, I'll add birthday gifts. Sure.

Price-

Price doesn't really like to celebrate his birthday. To him, it's more just a reminder of his own mortality, not exactly something to celebrate. Still though, his boys like to go all out, it's a plausible way to show their love. Nik likes to give experiences rather than physical items (not like that- get your mind out of the gutter). A helicopter ride to a nice secluded beach is probably the most likely. Both Gaz and Soap like giving joke items. I think the "BLOWJOB QUEEN" ashtray is one of their favorites but they try to improve every year. Ghost likes giving him things he'll know Price will use. Refill of cigars, some nice alcohol, ect. Roach likes to give quality time. Even if it's quiet, he just wants to be around his captain. Bruv spends Price's birthday glued to his side. Or thigh. Or back. Or-

Nik-

No one knows Nik's birthday :( they do like to help him with stuff tho! Extra hands to help with bird maintenance. That, or maybe the gift of trying a new thing in bed ;)

Ghost-

Another birthday hater. Honestly, the best gift for him? Ignoring the date. He'll be much happier just going about it like a normal day, maybe with a few extra cuddles behind closed doors. Pls give him gifts all year long, not just on his birthday.

Gaz-

Price gives him less paperwork, Ghost takes over recruit training, Nik lets him crash in the garage, ect. Those three show their birthday affection by making his life easier. Soap and Roach though? They're dragging him out for drinks, almost definitely ending in a threesome. They're also all Sargent's together so the fraternization is a bit less of a threat.

Soap-

He. Gets. SO. MANY. Art. Supplies. Everyone gives him stuff for art. Brushes, sketchbooks, pens, fancy pencils, they all give him art supplies. (And a few gag gifts)

Roach-

Roach gets experiences. I think I mentioned this in a different post (I cannot think of which one) but for his birthday, Ghost took him to a closet. It's basically just a day for everyone to give into bug-boys weird demands. Also snacks. So many snacks. I would normally say more skincare products to help with his burns, but they literally give him that kinda stuff all year. So yeah, really it's a day of chaotic Roach demands being met.

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

"New" guy! You might have seen him before hehe

This is Iris, or rather how he used to look like in his younger days. In the current story he's an old retired criminal along with his boyfriend Buckthorn (by @furgemancs ) who was just as into heists as Iris.

I'm not quite sure how to talk about this guy's story yet, since we're kind of working out their past through two old coots remembering the days of their youth and puzzling them together as they do. It's very fun!

I'll toss some random stuff about him bellow

-So Iris and Buck are actually "side" characters that appeared with idea of being briefly just there to help two other characters (Astra and Thorn) but we got too attached lol

-The whole cowboy vibe for Iris is due to me watching Undertale Yellow at the time, sort of wanting to pull of a similar feel as Starlo because I didn't intend this guy to become a whole character like this haha!

-He lives with his boyfriend Buck in the middle of nowhere near some woods. They lie that they have riches due to being royalty that escaped to be free and do what ever they want which is why they hide away in the first place.

-The truth is, they used to work as criminals who stole stuff for themselves (and Iris for his abusive gang), mostly from noble or rich bugs, good or not.

-Iris and Buckthorn used to be heated rivals, competing for the prize of their heists. Buck was so cunning Iris hated his guts but over time they started having fun racing for the items they would steal, ended up getting used to each other and eventually close.

-Both had difficult pasts. Iris also worked for the gang akin to mafia while forcibly dating a girl from it so the two eventually had find a way to get away from all of that and not end up hunted down and murdered. It was hard but they eventually succeed, forcing them into hiding not just from getting away from the law but also the gang.

-Luckily, many many years later, they ended up growing old and safe at their humble home in the woods, with enough (stolen) riches to keep them retired for good~

-Iris can go from calm and collected to easily flared and upset depending on the situation. Both Buck and him are perceptive but Iris is not a smooth talker. He can be deceiving and if Buck is around the two are such a good tandem they'll make you buy any lie or truth they say.

-Iris is very very good with ropes and knots. Good at aiming with his crossbow! As young, he was able to fly well too and it helped him reach places and leave scenes faster.

That's all briefly put at least. Have doodles I have so far!

You've seen this one

First and very rough doodle of old Iris. I now have a proportions I'm happy with thanks to the ref above but he is still kind of slim and lanky like this now! His mustache is also fuzzier haha

Rough of Iris' and Buck's earlier encounters XD

EDIT: OH And the palette I used is from HERE (Metal Goat specifically)

[isjasz]

I love all your stuff so much! Youre one of the people that keep me engaged in the community :) keep on creating youre awesome!! Your style is so distinct and easily identifiable bc of it. I see your stuff out in the wild n i gasp n point n go 'i know that!!' Also, side question - have you ever drawn mother spore

NO I HAVE NOT AND I ALSO HAVE NOT EVER DRAWN GRIANDE I THINK. mainly bc i just wasnt around during those seasons and never got the incentive to draw them. tho i really should sometime OUGH (but also i think i did doodle them at some point maybe??????? but never a full on piece)

also TYSM THAT MEANS SM KASJDKEUHUEU <3 i always thought my style is so unrecognizable im ngl but. it do be recognizable for some reason and i cannot tell why LOL

it is so nice to hear im keeping u engaged in the community too!! i hope u like it here :DDD

[katebisxop]

whoops, wrong way | gwen stacy

summary: gwen doesn't need her spider-senses to know that there's something between her and miles' best friend.

warnings: bestfriend!miles, female!reader

wc: 877

gwen swings through a now-familiar city, excitement coursing through her veins as she feels the cold breeze seeping through her suit and to her skin. she had so many things to tell miles after a week of universe-hopping - like mayday's first word.

she reaches an apartment and scales its walls, internally keeping count of how many floors she'd climbed.

taking in deep breaths, she flattens herself against the wall beside a wide-open window. "miles! you won't believe what just happened-" with a swift hand, she pulls down her suit's hood and her mask, before turning around to slide into miles's bedroom-

-or, well, what she thought was miles's bedroom.

she comes face to face with a girl, around her age, an uneaten sandwich in her hand as she stands halfway through the doorway.

gwen stops mid-slide, so that she has her legs in the room but her upper body was still awkwardly outside. "oh, sorry, wrong window?"

but it couldn't be, because gwen could recognize the bed and the posters and the bookshelf filled with notebooks.

"is it normal to enter through windows for you?" you ask.

gwen should be leaving. she should be apologizing and asking you to forget about everything and hiding her identity with her mask. she should not be staying and holding a conversation with you.

but she can't help it. there's something about your casualness and your lack of surprise, as if you were used to people in webbed costumes and wall-stickers. she can't help but admire your laidback attitude, your kind aura and your teasing smile.

and, wow, you were one of the most gorgeous girls she'd ever seen.

"certain people's windows, yes," she mutters, averting her gaze and still frozen in her spot.

your smile remained, e/c glazing over gwen's attire before gesturing for her to come inside. "come in. that can't be a very comfortable position. i assume you're looking for miles morales?"

she freezes once again once she's fully inside the bedroom. "you know miles morales?"

a smile plays on the corner of her mouth after hearing you laugh. "of course i do. why else would i be in his house? c'mon."

as gwen follows you through the halls of the apartment, she gets a good look at you. your h/c hair that shimmers from the sunlight shining in through the open curtains, the self-assured posture, the shoes full of doodles.

"how did you know i was looking for miles, exactly?" gwen questions.

"babe," she turns red at that, "why else would you be attempting to enter his bedroom? surely you're not planning on breaking and entering?"

"no," she mutters. "i just didn't expect him to have someone over."

you send her a confused look, interpreting her words as jealousy. "yes, well.."

"you don't seem to be worried about my... outfit."

at that, you smile. "no, of course not. i know about miles' little side-gig, and he's told me about a lot of stuff, so.." you trail off, assuming that this blonde spiderwoman had a thing going on with miles and perhaps mentioning that miles told you about a lot of things wasn't a good idea.

"so you know he's spiderman."

oof. that tone. you shrug. "i'm sure a secret like that could be a burden. i'm more than happy to share the load. ah, miles, you have a guest."

miles tears his attention away from the television, a sandwich in hand. "gwen!" he scrambles out of the couch and awkwardly stands in front of her. "i didn't know you were coming."

the blonde girl shrugs. "didn't know you had someone over."

"we were just doing homework together!" you blurt out. gwen looks to you with a raised eyebrow. "sorry. i just thought that girls don't usually like their boyfriends hanging out with other girls-"

"wait, wait, wait. say that again?" gwen asks.

"i didn't want to ruin anything?"

"no," she says," the other thing."

you were regretting to speak more and more. "girls don't like their boyfriends hanging out with other girls...?"

gwen turns to miles with a slight glare. "what does she mean?"

with a nervous laugh, miles takes a step back. "i honestly don't know. but we're not dating, y/n! it's.. we're... um, not."

your eyes flicker from miles to gwen. "oh."

"yeah."

"i could still leave, though, since you two might want to catch up-"

"no, no, no, don't leave!" gwen grabs your hand, flinching at the contact even though she initiated the action. she clears her throat and reluctantly lets go, already missing the perfect weight of your hand. "i meant, um, i.."

miles eyes her suddenly shy posture. "you got a crush on my best friend now?"

"what? no!" she denies, only to stare at you in surprise upon hearing you utter the same words. it's only then that she notices your cheeks tinted pink.

a snicker interrupts yours and her staring contest. it's your turn to glare at miles, kicking him in the back of the knee. "shut up, miles."

"okay, but on a serious note," gwen huffs, "i want to get to know your friend, miles. y/n, right?"

you nod.

"pretty name."

you blush, much to gwen's satisfaction.

"oh boy." miles grumbles. "this should be interesting."

[decepti-thots]

Sometimes I have to remind myself that a lot of people in fact have not read/skipped the prose stories in IDW, so for what it's worth, I think any discussion of pre-Overlord Drift-Rodimus dynamics needs to consider this specific scene from the post-RiL one. I am passionate enough about this I'm putting it below the cut, though I have the whole story hosted here btw. It establishes a few really important things, IMO:

What I just discussed regarding Rodimus having voluntarily brought Overlord onto the ship, against Drift's wishes

Him attempting to prevent Drift from taking the fall because he knows it's his fault, and Drift being the one to tell him no about this

The revelation Drift was keeping his motivation for putting Rodimus in charge a secret from Rodimus, which he only explains before leaving

Drift being clear he did not take the fall to help Rodimus per se, but because he considers it the necessary thing to do as per his vision, which is ultimately the most important thing to him period

That's a LOT of stuff without which the dynamic does not read at all the same way going forward, IMO. Basically any discussion of those two in s1 should really take it into consideration in terms of both sides' motivations, especially regarding Drift's motivations in keeping Rodimus content and in charge no matter what he said or did, and Rodimus' relative ignorance of said motivations.

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As Rodimus stepped into his office he shielded his eyes—literally put his hand to his face—to avoid catching sight of the flames he’d had painted around the doorframe. As soon as he’d sorted out the current mess he’d ask Atomizer to help him redecorate. No more fire-rimmed entrances, garish pink walls or self-aggrandizing plaques: just a desk, a chair, some subdued lighting and a memorial to crewmembers killed by sparkeater, Legislator, or Overlord.

Overlord.

When his guard was down—when he wasn’t showing off or doodling or spray-painting—the name made him think of the people who had died or lost loved ones because he’d been too scared to say no to Prowl. Overlord made him think of Pipes and Rewind and Chromedome and Lockstock and Lancet, but one face—Drift’s face—kept crowding out all the others. It had been here, in his office, that they’d had their last proper conversation.

“An inquiry?” Drift stood in the doorway, looking incredulous. “An inquiry?”

Rodimus dragged him inside and locked the door. “I had to do something! People were asking questions! And what do you do if you want to stall things? You launch an inquiry.” He slumped into his chair. “An inquiry into something I’m responsible for. Oh god. Oh god, I feel sick. I’ve messed up big time.”

“I can sort this out, Rodimus. Honestly, I can fix this.”

“This is my fault, not yours. We were standing in Prowl’s office, and he was trying to convince me that bringing Overlord onboard was ‘right and proper’, and you called me an idiot for even considering it.”

“Was I that blunt?”

“I don’t know why he even let you in on those discussions in the first place. It’s not like he trusts you.”

“I’ll tell you exactly why he wanted me there: it was in case something like this happened. Need a scapegoat? Get an ex-Decepticon.”

“Well it’s not gonna happen. I’m taking the fall for this one. Your name doesn’t have to come into it. It’s taken you years to win back people’s trust, and you’re not throwing it all away on my behalf.”

“Rodimus, if you tell the crew what you’ve done, then that’s it. The quest’s over. We’ll never find the Knights.”

“No, it just means someone else will take over. You, maybe? Ratchet? I dunno. Someone.”

“But someone doesn’t take over!” Rodimus looked up sharply. “’Doesn’t’?”

“Won’t.”

“You said ‘doesn’t.’ What d’you mean, ‘doesn’t’?”

“It’s hard to explain what I mean.” Drift unclipped his Great Sword and placed it on the desk. “You remember when I nearly died, back on Cybertron? I was within feet of Vector Sigma.”

“Yes…” said Rodimus slowly, unsure where this was going.

“When I put this sword through my spark, I saw something.”

“What, like a vision?”

“Kind of. More a sense of how things would play out. It was abstract and it was fleeting, and every time I call it to mind it becomes harder to interpret, but something is around the corner, Rodimus—and a year from now, or 50 years from now, that something will arrive, and we won’t be able to stop it unless we find the Knights. And I don’t care if you think, ‘Oh, that’s just Drift being Drift,’ because I’m convinced that you need to remain in charge. People can come and go—they can die—but you have to be here, otherwise we will fail. And so the simple solution—the only solution—is that I take the blame for this.”

“I won’t let you do this for me.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for everyone else.”

[iliketoeatapplesnotbananas]

crk au

More about my crk au!!

More abt the ancients sealed au, chapter 1 of the comic here

image above is them in their comfy clothes lol

So basically my au is about the ancients getting sealed in the same tree the beasts gots sealed in, the sealing of the ancients happens right after the beast yeast stories. My comic mainly focuses on Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla with minor appearances from the other beasts and even minor-er appearances from the other ancients. The tree the ancients are in got moved to and replanted in the Ivory Pagoda.

This au will follow SMC and PVC in the Spire. Shadow Milk releases Pure Vanilla from the tree and brings him to The Spire. (Keep in mind the time between the ancients being sealed and pv being released isnt intended to be longer than 6 months—so it couldve been at least a couple weeks and at most months—and shadow milk regularly visits the tree, so pv wouldnt have been in there for very long alone.) He forces Pure Vanilla to stay and while initially PV wants to plan an escape—he decides to try to redeem Shadow Milk and eventually release the others. The comics will follow them as PV tries to slowly change SMC's mind and js them living together. I'm not quite sure how it'll go yet but eventually SMC will change and release the other ancients which will lead to a war or smth with the others beasts. I wanna hopefully have enough motivation to make a complete story with the comics but for now I'll just try to get enough stuff of the au out so I have a rough plan for the comics. :p

I inteded to stay as close to original characters and how they would act as possible as accurate representation of characters is very important to me, but if you find a flaw with writing or think something is inaccurate then feel free to point it out!

Side note: pv has his og design but with his long hair from his awakened design, he is indeed awakened since this takes place after beast yeast ep 8+, but in the 3rd epilogue of beast yeast 4 dark cacao has his og design so in my mind that means they js take off those clothes n js go back to their normal clothes which is why pv has his long hair but og design. Also expect small design changes/tweaks throughout. I may make design sheets for fun

Please comment on my comics as it boosts motivation a lot >♡< /nf

If you have any questions or suggestions or would like to see doodles of things my ask box is always open :]