#Rubix au

[1-am-everywhere]

Asks and scenarios are now open :)

I'll do my best to draw as fast as possible to answer

[0vergrowngraveyard]

more au doodles because this boy is taking up so much brain space rn it’s not even funny

[obamerzslop]

What if I told you Able design (And his equivalent to bubble, Splatter)

[sneezilla]

Eagerly waiting till I can write this scene but until then you can have this.

[Vitriol is NOT having a good time]

[tyeart2003]

Pages 1-3 Just shapes and beats- The war in Paradice saga *~I will be posting these comics once a day after this i just posted three pages first so you all would have something to follow and please read the summary if possible~*

credit to the game that inspired this goes to

Just Shapes & Beats / Developer

Berzerk Studio

~Please feel free to comment and ask any questions you may have~ Also link to the cover is here

[gravyhoney]

AU where they don’t beat each other up and are deeply devoted to each other and actually in love for real instead of whatever I’ve got going on with them in canon.

This came from my desire to draw Blake in armor, so I built a whole AU about it. It doesn’t seem like it in this drawing, but Rubix IS supposed to be a princess. She’s dressed likea that bc she’s searching for her missing brother (the king) bc she doesn’t wanna take the throne no way. The flowers in their hair actually do have meaning btw!! I don’t draw flowers unless they serve a purpose :) they r Heliotrope to represent devotion. But uh. This is in NO WAY canon to actual Golden Dandelions.

I think this drawing program switch actually saved my life.

[i3utterflyeffect]

anyway do you think selkie!SC has little dragon hoards of stuff hidden around the house

[ikemenomegas]

When you get upset with gojo you send him pictures of your custom made rubix cube, gifted to you by a very amusing young fan. it's always in various stages of disarray. he always texts you back "what does that meeeeeaaan"

the number of vowels varies

[werewoofzz]

Underfail pt 2 (An Undertail au)

So when Whisk, The human child, Was exploring the underground after the indicent with the skellimons. They stumbled upon the fish lady undies and her amazlingly stupid girlfriend Alph. Undies was the captian of the royal guard untill she let a child push her into a pit for a week or two. She wasnt kicked off but she was demoted and Pap-smear took her place in the guard. However she couldnt care since she still got the help and Pap- smear was very appriciated and goodish at his job.

But when Whisk fell all the monsters got stronger and Undies gained more power then anyone could have ever imagined. SO she was prepared to show her worth back to the king when the human child, Whisk, STarted to go by. She fought them and when she seen how amazing the human child, Whisk, Was then she was anamered and amazed by it. SO she gained respect for them and invited them over to her fish shaped house.

When the human child, Whisk, Went inside they seen Alph and her creation Met-Ton. Alph was a ispiring scientict but also failed 2nd grade and didnt have any kind of education. She did go and put some robotics together but most of them imploded and had some kind of distruction. So when the accident Met-Ton was created she was overjoyed to say the least.

But Met-Ton was just like his creator. A bit stupid so all he can really do is serve as a big 3d eubx ciude that also doubles as a speaker and table if your lucky to be tall enough. But as the human child, Whisk, Passed by they stayed in the house and got well acquaited with them all. They gave them some insperation and some food with advive and sent them on their way to go see the king of the underground.

[bhhstilinski]

Chapter 3

A paper landed on the table, almost sliding off the side before Annabeth caught it in her hands. It was warm to the touch, and she could tell Mr. Bentley had not been prepared for class. He’d probably spent the time between classes running to the copy machine; Annabeth could tell from the warmth of her page that it was freshly printed.

Emi settled back into her seat across the table from Annabeth, done passing out papers. The Architecture and Design classroom was arranged in table groups, and the two of them always sat together. Yawning, Emi placed her arms on the table and laid her head on top, ignoring her own copy of the sheet she’d just finished distributing. Annabeth, on the other hand, was already reading, jotting down notes as she did so.

Mr. Bentley stood and turned on the projector, appearing ready to address the class. The bright screen was a shock for the students’ early morning vision; it was only second hour. The teacher didn’t seem to notice, and instead began describing the details for the class’s next project.

Seeing that the bullet points on Mr. Bentley’s slideshow matched the ones listed on the paper, Annabeth continued to read, scribbling ideas in the margins. “I can’t wait to start work on this assignment,” she whispered to Emi, careful not to attract the attention of the teacher or of other students. Emi snored in response.

To Annabeth’s disappointment, the project would have to wait. The next slide in Mr. Bentley’s presentation explained a warm-up activity they would have to endure first. As the teacher displayed a puzzle on the screen, he began to walk around and check the students’ progress. Annabeth poked Emi with her pencil persistently until the other girl stirred.

“Wake up or you’re going to get caught,” she warned.

Emi lifted her head groggily. “Let me rest, can’t you just do whatever this thing is?” she said, gesturing at the screen. So she had at least somewhat been listening.

Annabeth shook her head. “Just act like you’re doing something; I’m sure I can figure out this puzzle.”

Emi sighed, sitting up fully and leaning back in her chair. “Okay, but you’re going to have to keep me awake with some gossip. How are things with you and Percy?”

Annabeth paused her work to shoot a glare at her friend. Emi had a satisfied look on her face, as if she’d been trying to figure out a way to bring up the topic of Percy Jackson all morning. “There are no things with us,” Annabeth replied sternly. But she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Emi or herself.

“I’m just going to have to go back to sleep then,” Emi teased, slowly leaning forward again.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing,” Annabeth repeated. “He left me, so clearly there never was anything there in the first place.”

Emi thought about this for a moment. “So we hate him?” she questioned with a tilt of her head.

Annabeth pretended to be working on the puzzle activity, but she was actually contemplating. “I can’t hate him,” she responded finally. “He’s a different person now, I know that, but part of me can’t let go of who he used to be. And when I see him around, it’s like seeing a ghost.”

Fiddling with her pencil, Emi frowned. “Spooky,” she commented.

“Yeah,” Annabeth continued. “Spooky. My memories of him haunt me, but I can’t seem to let him go. It's not like he ever did anything truly horrible, like spread rumors about me or pull a mean prank. He just stopped being my friend. I can’t hate him because he never did anything cruel. I mean, the whole problem is that he didn’t do anything at all, not even talk to me.” She scratched out a failed attempt at solving the puzzle and started over.

“But that’s pretty horrible in and of itself, isn’t it?” Emi pointed out, scooting her chair in as Mr. Bentley walked by. “No explanation, no parting words, no reason. And he hadn’t so much as looked your way until last week.”

Annabeth shrugged. “I know I should hate him, but I can’t. Instead I end up wondering if I never mattered to him at all.”

Frowning, Emi opened her mouth to respond, but Annabeth continued. “No, really, maybe I saw him differently from everyone else. Maybe he was always like this and I just didn’t want to admit it. Maybe it’s just that he meant more to me than I ever meant to him.”

Silence fell over their table as Emi mulled this over. Annabeth returned her attention to the puzzle on the paper in front of her. “I’m not going to say that’s impossible because I don’t know,” Emi finally said, “but if it is true, he really missed out on you.”

Annabeth smiled weakly at her friend. It was a nice sentiment and all, but Emi’s statement was only a band-aid on the gaping hole in her jilted heart.

Suddenly something clicked in her head, and she feverishly returned to her scribbling. She could hear Emi talking, but Annabeth blocked it out, filling in the blanks and completing the puzzle.

“I did it; I solved it,” she announced to Emi.

~ flashback ~

“I did it! I solved it!” Annabeth proclaimed, holding up the cube. Its six sides each displayed only their designated color, each block out of nine meticulously arranged and slotted into place. The rubix cube had become the latest fascination sweeping the elementary school. In second grade, it had been the type of joke designed to provoke the response “underwear.” Annabeth much preferred this year’s rubix cube with its puzzling algorithms to the old juvenile prank.

Percy leaned across the aisle to take a look at the cube in her hand. They were far enough into the ride home that enough seats had opened up for them to spread out, although they still seemed to have an unspoken rule that they wouldn’t move more than a seat away from each other. Percy held his own rubix cube, hopelessly scrambled, and appeared confounded. “How did you do that?” Annabeth could’ve been mistaken, but she thought she heard an admiring tone in his voice.

She grinned and shrugged nonchalantly. “It was easy. You just have to know the algorithms to solve it step by step!”

This didn’t help the confused expression that had taken over Percy’s face. Annabeth relented. “Okay, it was actually pretty hard. It took me forever to memorize how to do it.” She reached out her right hand, her left setting her rubix cube on the seat beside her. “Here, I can do yours.”

Percy held out his puzzle, but hesitated before placing it in Annabeth’s grip. “Hang on, if you’re solving mine, let me scramble yours. We can test you again.”

“Challenge accepted,” said Annabeth with a smile, and they exchanged rubix cubes. 

She worked her way through the process, listing the steps she’d memorized under her breath. As she started working on the second side, she glanced over at Percy. He was focused, brow furrowed in concentration as he twisted the cube any way he could think of, trying to make it as difficult as possible. She appreciated that. He wasn’t going to go easy on her.

Annabeth returned her attention to the rubix cube in her own grip, sliding the last piece of the second row into place. She turned it in her hands, recalling what the next part of the process was. She resumed spinning the cube, twisting it harshly to get past a spot where it stuck. While a lot of kids had seemingly gotten brand-new rubix cubes overnight, both Annabeth and Percy had showed up with puzzles they’d discovered in their parents’ old things. The stickers on Annabeth’s were peeling off, and the sides of Percy’s tended to get stuck if you didn’t know to push hard enough.

The inner mechanism made a grinding sound as Annabeth spun the top piece around. She yearned to disassemble the puzzle herself and see how it was made; she was sure she could put it back together without instruction anyway. But she knew Percy wouldn’t be too happy about her abandoning her solving effort to take apart his current obsession. She could already imagine how his blue eyes would water, threatening to embody the ocean and spill over with tears. He would try to hide it whenever he got upset, but Annabeth couldn’t miss it.

“Wow, you’re moving fast,” Percy commented, watching her progress. He was obviously satisfied with his work in mixing up her rubix cube and had decided to observe the solving process. It was true; she was almost done. Annabeth’s mind worked faster than her hands, and she could see five steps ahead as she worked to catch up, eager to complete the motions.

“Almost done!” Annabeth said, admiring her work. There were only a few spins left until it would be finished. She turned to Percy. “Do you want to do the honors?”

His face lit up like the sunrise. “Thanks!” he said happily, putting the finishing touches on the cube. “Now I can say I’ve done it.”

Annabeth felt a strange pressure in her chest. She was suddenly overcome with a sense of warmth towards Percy. Something about his smile made her want to beam right back at him. Not knowing how else to express it, she piped up again.

“I can show you how to make each face look like a flower,” she said excitedly. “I love leaving my rubix cube like that when I’m done, and it only takes a couple of turns.”

Percy nodded, enthused. “Yeah, sure!” Annabeth held out his rubix cube and spun it a few times until four of the cube’s faces had a different color sitting at the center of the nine squares. She looked up at Percy.

“Got it?”

“Uhh… not exactly,” he said sheepishly.

Annabeth mentally facepalmed for not moving the pieces more slowly. “Okay, I’ll show you again,” she said, resetting it. “Don’t worry, it’s a little confusing the first few times.” She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to comfort him. If it was anyone else, even her best friends Luke and Thalia, she’d rub it in their face that she could do it quickly right away. But it was different with Percy. She was different.

Twisting the rubix cube slower this time, Annabeth repeated the pattern. Percy’s perplexed look began to fade.

“Alright, I think I got it now.”

Annabeth reset the cube again and handed it back to him. “Want to practice?”

“Thanks,” he said, and slowly started spinning the sides. After a couple turns, he stopped. “I have to admit, I’m definitely lost right now.”

The directional term snapped Annabeth out of their conversation. It reminded her that she was on a bus and needed to be looking out for her stop. Her usual plan was to start packing up three stops before her own so she would be prepared to leave. But suddenly she wasn’t so sure any of the people left on the bus had their stops before hers. And now that she thought about it, she could vaguely remember seeing the outline of her street through the window over Percy’s shoulder earlier.

“Oh no,” she said, starting to panic. Her breaths came faster. Suddenly it was very hot in the bus, even with the windows down to let the early-autumn breeze in.

“What’s wrong?” Percy asked, the rubix cube forgotten.

Annabeth’s face stuck itself into an unshakable frown. “I think I missed my stop.” As she said it, she realized it was true. She began talking out the situation with herself. “Okay, I missed my stop. I don’t want to be stuck here all night. So what’s the next step in the plan? What do I do? I could go up to the bus driver and ask to get off at the next stop?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Percy’s voice broke through the torrent of anxious thoughts pummeling Annabeth’s mind. “You can just go tell the driver and he’ll go back for you. It’s their job to get us all home.”

As he said it, Annabeth realized how stupid it was to assume she’d have to wait out the night in the bus until the next morning’s route. “Right,” she replied as the bus lurched to a stop. “Yeah, I’ll just go up and say something.”

Annabeth returned to her seat a minute later with news. Percy’s eyebrows were raised inquisitively, asking a silent question. Annabeth was too caught up in her problem to wonder why he cared so much.

“He said I have to wait until after the last stop, and then he’ll go back,” she reported. “I don’t want to be the last one on the bus, that’s so weird.”

Percy didn’t reflect her attitude. “That’s perfect!” he exclaimed, beaming. Annabeth looked at him curiously. “I’m usually the last stop,” he explained. “Now I’ll have company.”

Despite the situation, Annabeth found herself smiling back at him. They sat side by side, working on their rubix cubes as other kids passed them by, walking down the aisle to dismount the bus. When it was finally Percy’s turn, they each packed up their own puzzle.

“See you tomorrow,” Percy said, standing to go.

“See you,” Annabeth responded. She watched him walk down the aisle, the anxious feeling in her gut returning as he got farther and farther away. As Percy climbed down the bus steps, Annabeth was struck with an idea. She slid over into the seat across from hers where Percy had been a second earlier. She waited for him to look back up at the bus. Sure enough, he did, and she waved. He waved back, both of them amused by the role reversal.

~ present day ~

Annabeth remembered how rubix cubes had remained popular over the rest of their third grade year. Percy never figured out how to solve them, although when Annabeth watched his attempts, she suspected he was messing up on purpose. For what reason she didn’t know, but she would always solve his for him, sometimes even taking it home for the night if she ran out of time on the bus ride.

“Annabeth? How’d you solve it? I don’t even know where to start, my brain’s short-circuiting this morning.”

Annabeth jumped. Emi’s question broke up her train of thought. She’d thought for a moment that it was Percy, once again asking her how to solve a rubix cube. “Just look at my paper,” she said absent-mindedly, sliding the page across the table.

“Thanks!” Emi said gratefully.

“No problem,” Annabeth replied, her mind still stuck with Percy on the third-grade bus.

[1-am-everywhere]

Ask from @elizfitzroy

[blue-mood-blue]

Are they mxtx guys? Cos if so, don’t you threaten me with a good time!

They are mxtx guys!! And there are so many possibilities for these specific guys! I have considered:

1.) putting them together into a box like two feral cats and hoping they both survive,

2.) handing a kitten to the first feral cat like “here, take this, don’t break him,” or,

3.) taking the second feral cat away and getting my arms scratched to hell for the offense

[intistone]

Day 7: puzzle

I GAVE THE BEAN A RUBIX CUBE

My drawing sucks bc it was rushed but I tried. I suck at straight lines

AAAWWWW LOOK AT HIM

LOOK AT THE BEAN

HE SO CUTE :D

[shadesofnavy]

Quick question here! Is animatronic Keith a regular animatronic that so happened to become sentient one day or is he actually a ghost possessing an animatronic that's heavily based on him? If the latter then does he recall being human once or are his memories of his pre-death life mostly repressed due to the trauma from his death? /gen

The latter--similar to Freddy and the gang. The animatronic mascot is called Boyfriend, but Keith is the soul that possesses the suit. He doesn't remember his life before he was murdered, but he does knows that he was somehow once human. Could be from repressed trauma like you mentioned there..

[tyeart2003]

read the things i say below and it will help understand some of the things i write, and Also the guy in the head phones and is on the 34th panel/frame is important as well for a later event remember him and keep him in the back of your head! *~pages 4-7~* I decided to just post things at a rate where they will make sense so that there is less likely hood of a cliff hanger Credit to the game that inspired this goes to

Just Shapes & Beats / Developer

Berzerk Studio

I will pin the comics so they are easier to find, cuz i can't seem to get the link to work on this one Feel free to ask questions and leave comments in the comment section and ask anything. I will try to answer them all but i can't promise that i will suceed lol. . .