#cracker eee

[catboytb]

this show sucks ass btw

[alyssacbatt]

I made this and I hope you all like it…!!!

[m3rcuryxd2763]

ALL HAIL PRINCESS CRACKER‼️‼️

[katiekatdragon27]

[TW FOR EYESTRAIN]

Oooooo villian Chocolate Bar ooooooooo~

This was supposed to be a simple doodle what happened 💀?

Meet the big bad of my Superhero AU. Just imagine Titan from Megamind but he was always malicious and controlling to begin with (and he actually has a wife and isn’t a massive incel).

Progress pieces and lore under cut:

Since I'm still working out this part of the AU, I'll just provide some vague stuff to chew on.

Choclate Bar was just some guy who on one really liked. He didn't really have a good personality either, but he did want to be liked. Somehow, he found out about a powerful piece of alien tech in its testing phase and decided to take it for himself. Long story short, the tech corrupted his mind a ton, leading to him kidnaping some of the scientists (the Gummy Bears and English Muffin) and the alien whose power was in the device (Click). Then, he gaslights a fellow criminal with future vision and mind-reading (Moonstone) into working for him or he'd kill their "close friend" (Diary). Then he helped a failing celebrity (Cracker) back on his feet with artificial super powers and a new fit in exchange for all his monetary gain and loyalty.

Overall, CB’s a manipulative piece of shit who kidnaps and gaslights people lol. What a guy, but his wife's sorta hates him now as a result </3.

He is the boyfailure of all time I'm sure nothing bad happens to him ever. Also the lyrics are from Will Wood's 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.). It's a great song please listen to it, it's basically his whole character.

Have a nice day fellas, I have homework to do :)

[brandonaguja]

Voting ends January 17th

[youaintnothinbuta]

Hi, darlin’! May I request a fluffy Elvis fic if your requests are still open. Like a midnight snack craving thing? Where Elvis finds the reader in the kitchen or something? ☺️💓

“I can’t have you goin' back to bed unsatisfied.” — elvis presley x reader

Summary: you can’t sleep- you’re too hungry. Finally you decide to go find something to snack on, accidentally waking Elvis in the process. He finds you downstairs and you both decide to have a little midnight meal together

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 897

Warnings: none! Teeth rottingly sweet fluff. Hopefully not any typos eee

A/N: thank you so much for this request, i really wanted to get back into writing for Elvis, it’s like you read my mind, I hope this is okay <33

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Each clock in the house would’ve read just past 2:30 AM, but there you were, wide awake. Your body had decided it needed something sweet, and no amount of tossing and turning was going to change that.

Barefoot, you quietly padded down the stairs, the soft creak of the wooden steps beneath the carpet breaking the silence. Reaching the kitchen, you opened the fridge, the cold air hitting your face as you peered inside, hoping something would jump out at you. But nothing did. A bottle of milk, some leftover dinner from earlier, a few eggs.

Next stop, the pantry. You opened the door, scanning the shelves. It was far from empty, crackers, chips, cookies, etc, yet still nothing that tickled your fancy. You moved some cans aside, your hands rummaging through the shelves, hoping to uncover something forgotten in the back.

Just then, you heard the soft padding of footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by the flick of a light switch, illuminating you, standing there with a handful of chocolate chips, looking guilty as ever. Elvis stood in the doorway, his hair slightly mussed from sleep, his eyes half-closed.

His low, sleepy voice asked, “Honey, what're you doin'?”

“I was tryin' not to wake you,” you said, giving him a sheepish smile. “But I just couldn't sleep. I’m hungry.”

Elvis chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Well, let's see what we can find.”

He walked over to you, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leaned over to look into the pantry. His presence was comforting, and you felt a little silly for dragging him out of bed, even if it was accidental.

“I wanted some ice cream,” you suggested, biting your lip as you searched the freezer, “but I don't see any.”

“Hmm,” Elvis mused, reaching up to grab a box of cookies. “What about these? Or maybe we could make somethin'?”

You sighed, not entirely satisfied with the options. “Make something?”

Elvis grinned. “Pancakes?”

"Pancakes, huh?" You considered it, the thought of warm, fluffy pancakes topped with syrup and maybe some whipped cream making your mouth water. “Don’t you want to go back to sleep?”

“We can sleep in,” Elvis assured you, already moving to gather the ingredients. “Bring some ‘a your chocolate chips out here.”

You watched as he moved around the kitchen, his sleepiness fading away as he got into the idea. He pulled out a mixing bowl and started cracking eggs, his movements quick.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you teased, watching him toss the egg shells in the rubbish.

“Well, you got me up,” he shot back with a playful grin, “might as well make it worth it. 'Sides, I can’t have you goin' back to bed unsatisfied.”

You couldn't help but giggle at him, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks. “Well aren’t you sweet.”

Elvis smiled. “It's my job, darlin'. Now, get over here and help me.”

You joined him at the counter, measuring out some flour. The familiar routine of it was comforting, and soon enough, the kitchen was filled with the scent of batter sizzling on the stove.

Elvis eyed you sneaking another handful of chocolate, telling you about the dream he'd been having before you woke him up, something about being on stage in front of a crowd that wouldn't stop clapping no matter what. You laughed, imagining him trying to bargain with an audience that was too happy to let him perform.

“Sounds like a good problem to have,” you teased, flipping a pancake as it turned golden brown.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the counter, his eyes soft as he watched you, standing there in your pj set, slowly adding to the growing stack of pancakes.

Finished cooking, you sat down together, a pile of pancakes between you and some syrup to go with it. Your tummy growled audibly, earning quite the chuckle from Elvis. Pouring a generous amount of syrup over your pancakes, you dug in, smiling with how pleased you were. The house was quiet except for the occasional clink of your forks against the plates, and the pancakes were warm and filling, exactly what you needed.

”I think I might've outdone myself,” he says between bites.

You leaned forward to take another bite, nodding in agreement. Once he was done, Elvis leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face.

“Well, darlin', how are you feeling now?” he asked, his eyes twinkling in the dim light.

You smiled, feeling full. “Much better. Thanks for getting up with me.”

Elvis reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “Anytime, sweetheart.“

You stood up, attempting to clear the table and wash up. Elvis gently pressed his hand against your chest, sitting you back down.

“Tomorrow’s problem,” he said, his eyebrow raised slightly.

Sighing, you complied, “okay.”

“Come on,” he said, his voice a gentle murmur. “Let's get back to bed.”

You nodded, “Yeah, let's.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you back upstairs and into your bedroom. Slipping back under the covers, Elvis pulled you close, his warmth enveloping you as you snuggled into his chest.

“Sweet dreams, honey,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Elvis,” you murmured back, your eyes already drifting closed.

[smauammys]

☆ — ⠀⠀⠀⠀WHEN C✧LESTIA's practice spot turns into a fish tank, they're forced to cozy up with 5WIRL, with the snarky and equally as sneaky Scaramouche, whose middle school flirting skills are as cringe-worthy as his limited street cred. It's like a sitcom where the two people who hate each other then most are locked in a room with just cheese and crackers and sexual tension. But hey, maybe if they stop trading insults and start trading guitar picks, they'll get somewhere in their squabbles... or at least find common ground in their shared love for music and band jokes. With Y/N and Scara's rivalry hotter than a guitar solo, both sides of the coin roll their eyes as they navigate through lukewarm band jokes, underlying tension, and...Aether? Eee, looks like that's a can of worms soon to be opened.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU HAS BEEN NOMINATED!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CONGRATULATIONS, @sl-vega!

[angstyaches]

eee! i’ve missed you on my dash so much! i hope you’re doing well!! <3 i saw your post literally as i was leaving my house this morning so hopefully i’m not too late, but no worries if i am!

initially, i misread and thought you wanted to write for those four characters in general, so i thought this prompt could be fun as a bit of a throwback to the more hostile shayne/eli days: "Think your delicate stomach can handle some itty bitty crackers?" (i’m including it here anyway because i immediately thought of them when i read it and just wanted you to know! it’s from a prompt list by whumpster-dumpster)

then i realized you meant you wanted prompts for the couples, so here’s one i thought would be really sweet for felix and eliot: “That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned.” (from a prompt list by thelonelyempath)

Thanks so much, friend! I'm still dying over the Shayne/Elliott prompt lol I may get around to using it one day.

Timeline: Future

Word Count: 379

CW: sunshine character is sad, strong character feels worn down, basically no one is doing okay in this part of the timeline

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“That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned.”

“It’s alright. I’m alright. Anyway, what I was saying was that… um…” Felix’s rambling dissolved into yet another yawn. His warm breath tickled Elliott’s chest through his shirt.

Elliott combed his fingers through Felix’s hair, taking care not to pull too hard when he reached the knots near the bottom. “Seems like you’re ready to sleep. Why are you fighting it so hard, boo?”

“Because.” Felix’s voice went small, and Elliott got a sense of him slipping out of character. Between talking with everyone and keeping the house organised, he’d been so busy that Elliott wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the stillest he’d been all day. “The next time I wake up, you’ll be gone.”

Elliott’s stomach twisted. He stroked the back of his hand over the smooth, bare curves of Felix’s shoulders and upper back.

“I just want to savour you for as long as I can.”

“I’ll only be gone for one night,” Elliott said softly, though he wasn’t even reassuring himself, so he didn’t have much hope of reassuring Felix. The new order of things meant that nobody knew what a single night could bring. Even Elliott would have been hard-pressed to deny that he wasn’t just a bit apprehensive about the new mission.

“Elli, I don’t feel good.” There was no tremor, no intonation, no urgency in Felix’s voice. Not anymore.

“No?”

“I haven’t been feeling good for a while.”

“In what way, gorgeous?”

Felix gave a shaky sigh. “I don’t quite know how to describe it.”

Well, that was that, Elliott reckoned. If his loquacious Felix had run out of metaphors for his emotions, then nobody stood a chance of coping with anything anymore.

Felix yawned, deep and long, as though his body were desperately trying to draw in enough air to kick-start his system. But just like before, he exhaled heavily as his head flopped against Elliott’s chest again.

Elliott knew in his bones that he wasn’t faring much better, but just as Felix had spent most of his day keeping everyone else’s spirits up, it was Elliott’s turn to be there for him. He wasn’t sure if he had it in him; he just knew he needed to.

[echo-coyote]

I want to eat your art like a cracker :D

EEE, thank you! ✨ But I must ask, what kind are we talking here 👁️

[wifting]

Frye helps you with math homework and feeds you goldfish crackers shifting script..

To preface, this script is mainly for myself but I thought I'd post it for others if they wanted a oddly specific Frye based DR. ^^

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You: (left blank so you can fill it out^^)

Name:

Pronouns:

Age:

Physical attributes: (you can just use a photo if you want!)

Notable traits:

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DR effects: (for things you want Immunities to or other special things you want to detail) also this is kinda tacky cus I'm a simp 💀

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Frye:

Name: Frye (obv •°3°•<3)

Pronouns: she/her ^^

Age: early 20's / 16[highschool alt] (Delete the one you don't want!! )

Physical attributes: short ahh, gorgeous (actual goddess straight up TvT) , cute colorful fingertips eee, perfect soft skin fr skincare routine probably goes hard, literally glowing ~✧ш✧~

Notable traits: V. Pretty •°-°•, smart and good at math, silly, sweet :), funny!!, caring, notices people's visual tics easily, empathetic, willing to make jabs at u

- - - - - - - °•. - - - - - - - - °•. - - - - - - - - :*•.° ^-^

Location:

A small study (like the type of room not the action) with a desk and two chairs

On the desk is a lamp, desk bookshelf, pencase, a woodwick candle, and some of your papers and textbooks spread around.

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Setup:

You've been having a hard time with your classes recently and Frye reached out to help you tonight.

She's agreed to come over and help you study on this late night (she's so nice!!! ^•^) . She's also bringing some snacks for you guys to break into. She said she's gonna bring some fruit gummies and some goldfish crackers for the two of you to munch on.

Once you've shifted you'll be woken up from a sleep at your desk by her. She's gonna scold you man why you sleeping at your desk sleepy head •^а^•

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Bonus affs •'v`•

You will shift

Shifting is easy

You can shift easily

It's okay if it takes time

Everything is okay

Your DR is close

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Remember to drink lots of water today and have a good day and night! I wish you luck!

-🏀

[redactedonyt]

Here’s some art of Butch and Chess in my object head style.

Also I need more requests, and if you have questions about The Cooking Object-ive ask them in my ask box. I’m eventually gonna make a separate blog for that but it’s not that popular yet.

Time for a rant:

I’m gonna start doing way more of the object heads of my characters leading up to the beginning of object-ive, and there’s a few reasons why.

1- a lot of stuff that you get from a character in a show, you can get from things like shape and character design. In an object show, you don’t really get that cause they don’t wear cloths or have hair or anything (excluding Cracker from EEE for some reason). In a typical object show you would get the same things from object choice, voice design and sometimes even movement style. I’m doing a comic though, and I obviously won’t have any voice actors, and while that’s only a minor set back it makes making the characters unique and expressive that much harder to plan out and execute.

2- it gives special background knowledge, almost like an Easter egg for people. I don’t know where I’m going to post Cooking Object-ive yet, probably webtoon or keep it here (if I think it works) but y’all get stuff that people who jump in on a different platform won’t get.

I’m really excited for the comics to start coming out and the series to start. No dates are set in stone, but I’m aiming for summer of next year.

[3m1lth34rt1st]

iamaskingbecauseiwastoldtocOUGH-

Eclipse! what are your thoughts on the people you know at the foundation? this can include those you knew beforehand (such as your family, ahem). -Vesper

alrighty, i do not have tiny device anymore so i shall glady answer! 035; He's cool! thing.. mask. He tried to hurt Clef once, i didn't like that. ..aand looked through my memories. It hurt. a lot! :D Regardless, I like him a lot. 9/10 049; BIRD DOCTORR!! takes care of my lil wing nubs, love that even tho it hurts. aalso m. he didn't llike the nubs exist i dunno. very ouchies 7/10 Dr. Light; She's so nice! She gave me crackers and eee!! i love em i love emm 10/10 N.OV; 7. I really don't like 'em.. nnot nice. Not nice at all. Yes, he can help me at times. But he's a dick and erased some of my memories!! Alto Clef; Fref! He doesn't like when i accidentally call him Francis uhm- nnor that i know his actual name. But he's the best! yells a lot at me but uhm uhm uh he he nice 11/10 Jack Bright; shy mf i love him his brain taste deepfry 10/10 Thing (Bright); he's silly thing silly 10/10 Strix; NO. 0/10 Solar; brother!! hurt me once tho :( 9/10 Lunar; EEEE LOVE HIM LOVE HIM! PROTECTIVE YOUNG BROTHER 10/10 Terror; hot..wwing man? where other wing. hot tho. 10/10 olive; she played mario kart with me!! love that but she tastes bad 9/10 -Eclipse

[osc-confessions]

The fact that the two trans characters in EEE, Cracker and Headset, both feel like fortnite kids, is actually extremely funny to me

-🍅

fortnite is making all the kids trans these days

[papercutsunset]

road trip

EEE. See, I physically can't AU this. MLSG is, at its heart, a story about a road trip gone wrong (and a road trip taken for the wrong reasons). Instead, I'll give you some ideas about the way back, if things go ideally:

Tiff makes everyone go to Florida, which is way out of the way (as in, across the country), to find Skunk Apes. She keeps calling this her "honeymoon." It gets progressively less funny as their little hike goes on. (Kay is dying in the heat.)

If they were to go to Destination/Desolation Freeway and stop in Purgatory, it would certainly be fucking weird. Tiff, Bloodsaw, and Kay actively avoid getting put on the wall at the Grab N Gulp; Denny wants to be on it more than once, which is probably against the rules.

There's a lot of roadkill. They decide not to mention it.

They are permabanned from a rest stop with a fun fact booth because Bloodsaw fought someone (probably about something dumb, like storks' scientific name or facts about the Wizard of Oz) and getting rid of them is less messy than calling the police.

Their road trip roles are pretty much set in stone via previous characterization and how much they actually have driven, even outside of this. Denny almost always drives and has an extensive CD collection catered to her friends' interests, Tiff actively hates driving cars, and Kay will listen to the entire discography of The Birthday Massacre if given the chance (and demonstrably does). Think of a lot of grape soda, a weird amount of crackers, and zero meat and grapes left in the car. The road is endless and so is this sleeve of saltines.

[offda-rails-art]

Here it is! Hope you like Red ;) because this story is all about him. Also I’m not illustrating writing anymore it’s too much with how much dialogue I want to shove in there.

Old Red has done many years of service to the railway of Hennessy. As you could imagine the feisty old soul had built up a reputation of being a fierce and nasty engine who feared no man or beast. With this reputation, Old Red was given dangerous tasks to do. These tasks would be traveling to the outskirts of Hennessy (no mans land) where all kinds of outlaws roamed and robbed just about any living thing they came across. However any outlaw knew to not mess with Red, or they’d meet a terrible end. Old Red would bring important cargo across no mans land with ease. He’d carry precious and expensive valuables, and no outlaw would dare try and steal anything from his cars. A few tried but would always end up unlucky.

Something unexpected happened one day on the job for Old Red, as the engine puffed down the tracks and into no mans land a big new group of outlaws came charging up from a ditch nearby the tracks. Guns blazing, spurs jingling, and hollering left and right they caught right up to the big red engine. Old Red snorted and got ready to put up a good fight.

Old Red billowed out thick black smoke, he snarled and bared what was left of his sharp crooked teeth. His loud bell and whistle shrieked and rang horribly. Suddenly he gasped, he got short of steam and his whistle cut out. Old Red felt himself lock up almost instantly. A woman on a big white horse kept up right next to him. She stood up in her saddle while her pony galloped along, her gun pointed right at him she meant business. But he didn’t stop because of that, he stopped because he was absolutely taken away by her. This had to be the most beautiful regal woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He needed a closer look at her. Before he knew it while he had stopped to gawk at this lady, the outlaws had already broken into his cargo and raided just about what they could fit in their pockets and saddle bags. That was the first time Red had been robbed.

That night when Old Red crept back to the roundhouse everyone of course was surprised about what had happened to the ornery engine. Cracker Jack had overheard Red’s engineer explain what he thought had happened. The engineer spoke to Cracker Jack’s and a group of other men. They all found it odd that Red stopped so suddenly and acted so differently. As soon as Cracker Jack heard the mention of a female outlaw riding up along next to the ornery old engine he smirked. The little diesel teased Red to no end all night. Cracker Jack laughed and made kissy faces to Red, “I bet you’d like that! How funny! Old Reddie gawking at a pretty girl! The big old engines gone soft! For a human at that!” He sneered. Red huffed his cheeks blushed.

“You best sleep with one eye open tonight! No one interests me! Certainly not a no good criminal!” Red huffed but his face only glowed brighter with embarrassment. Cracker Jack laughed and laughed and didn’t stop with his teasing until morning.

A few weeks later it happened again. The same outlaw group caught up with Old Red when he carried expensive cargo across no mans land. The group seemed to notice that the big red devil took a liking to a certain group member. They sent their lady up and sure enough Red stopped immediately. This time she stayed there with him. Old Red looked closer at her and his face went as bright as his paint work. “Hello iron hoss” the lady smiled seeing him looking at her bashfully. Red couldn’t find words he stuttered but finally managed to get out,

“What’s... er... what’s your name?” He stuttered.

“I don’t tell anyone that, but because you’ve been such a peach I guess I’ll tell ya. It’s Faline.” She grinned seeing his one good eye glow. Old Red tripped over his words again trying to tell her it was such a beautiful name for a gorgeous woman. She laughed “oh your a real charmer iron hoss.” She blew him a kiss before galloping off with her band of fellow outlaws. Once again Red was robbed. But he could care less, he nearly fell on his side after she had blown him a kiss.

Weeks had passed and Red made more trips into no mans land, each time he anticipated seeing Faline but unfortunately he didn’t. He grew a bit depressed and his heart sank when he looked over to a field to see what he thought was her horse grazing by itself. Word had gotten around that a few outlaws from the band that stole from him had been caught and jailed. Old Reds engineer had told him the good news but Red didn’t find it good at all. The old engine stayed quiet most of the time and didn’t show off his ornery attitude. One night as if by a miracle, Old Red had to wait at one of Hennessy’s main stations. Red never went that way and didn’t usually stop at passenger stations anyways. It was late and night and hardly anyone was around, only a few passengers waited for their night train to arrive. Old Red watched curiously as a fancily dressed passenger approached him. He went red realizing who it was. She laughed “I didn’t forget about you iron hoss, you’ve been a real doll. I joined those men because I needed money and had no way of getting it. I know it’s wrong to rob and take but my family has no other way of getting the money. Because of you, my two sick boys can get what they need and I can’t thank you enough.” She leaned in and kissed his blushing cheeks, before hurrying away as her train arrived. Old Red sighed watching her disappear. She was certainly someone he’d never forget.

End.

[somescenecatholic]

I WENT TO THE ASIAN STORE AAAA

I GOT REGULAR DORAYAKI, DORAEMON DORAYAKI, CHOCOBI, DORAEMON CRACKERS, AND DANGO AAAAA

ME AND MY BROTHER ARE SO HAPPY RN EEE AHDBCJBFJCBCJCJCJC

THE DORAEMON DORAYAKI HAS A STICKER!!!! BANDNDNDJCNFNFJDJJD

EEEE X333333

*happy scene kid noizez*