#duck 2: electric boogaloo

[mblue-art]

Maybe lil angy duck wants to be nestling nicely in cross' very flooffy hood? (I would if i could. UwU)

awww 🥺

[doghartzy]

not watching the game because i just had to manually carry a mouse wrapped in a rug out of my apartment but i hope kirill bullies some children tonight

[kz-hcky]

CONNOR BEDARD YOU ARE (most likely) AN ANAHEIM DUCK 🫵

[shaniacsboogara]

Not one, but TWO DnD sessions tomorrow... back to back. I love being insane.

[birdmenmanga]

It's ALWAYS something that makes me feel insane because it's substantial enough for me to claim it's something more but there's always space for it to just. you know. be a coincidence. anyways what do you all think about this

tanabe truly has the knack for making THE most plausibly deniable name choices in the universe

[that-one-raccoon]

Magic and Mystery Incorrect Quotes

Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Draco, Ron & Blaise: *screaming*  Dazai: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Blaise?!  Ron: Wait, why are you asking Blaise that when Draco and I'm also here?  Dazai: Because Blaise wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance. Ron: Blaise, what do you value about Dazai?  Blaise: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but...  Dazai: That’s how I know they’re fresh! Fred, watching Blaise and Dazai from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE- Voldemort: I could kill you if I wanted.  Dazai: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Ron: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Blaise: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?  Dazai: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Ron, at Dazai’s funeral: I need a moment with them.  Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*  Ron, leaning over Dazai’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.  Dazai, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Dazai: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone!  Ron: What are you talking about? Of course—  Blaise, holding out a hand to shut Ron up: No, no, they have a point—

Hermione: I just found out from Ron today that when Dazai died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Pansy said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Dazai: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

Dazai, the foreign student: Fred, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.  Fred, the Brit TM: *sigh* Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

Draco: *sighs*  Pansy: You bored?  Draco: Yeah.  Pansy: Wanna start drama for no reason?  Draco: I thought you’d never ask.

Luna: :)  Dazai: >:(  Luna: Turn that frown upside down!  Dazai: ):< Luna: Not sure what I was expecting...

Pansy: Didn't you die?!  Dazai: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Ron, upon first meeting him: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.  Dazai: Who told you my secret?

Dazai: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?  Blaise: Peonies, why?  Dazai:  Blaise: Were you going to get me flowers?  Dazai:  Blaise:  Dazai: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Dazai, showing up to Hogwarts: Guys, [Mori,] How do I play?  *Dazai has drawn first blood!*  *Dazai is on a killing spree!*  *Dazai is on a rampage!*  *Dazai is unstoppable!*  *Dazai is dominating!*  *Dazai is godlike!*  Dazai: Don’t worry guys [Mori], I figured it out.

[captainbrookeworm]

'Find the Word' Tag Game

I have been summoned by @galaxythedragonshifter

I have never done one of these but from what I can gather, I have to find the words "fake", "swerve", "fight", and "life" in my writing. Luckily, I found all of my words in fics I've posted so you can read those to get the context (shameless self promo lmao)

Tagging:

I'm like 70% sure I'm not mutuals with any authors so I'm just picking ones I've read from and know are on Tumblr:

@webtrinsic1122 @littlemisslol-fic @fabro-de-omres @izaswritings

Dunno how you're meant to pick words so I used a random word generator lol. Your words are: Twist, Blink, Stir, and Guide No pressure tho! Good luck!

Fake: From "and they were roommates" (Danny Phantom)

TRAITOR: BRO THAT WASN’T A SECRET

Danny: IT WASNT??????

TRAITOR: YEAH??? My dad already knows and its not like my social life can get any deader

TRAITOR 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: heh 

TRAITOR 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: ghost pun

Sam: Tucker I will break your pda in half

TRAITOR 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: NOOOOOOOOO

TRAITOR: Also all the ghosts seem to figure it out too damn quick so keeping it quiet won’t keep them from attacking the people I care about. I’m outta reasons to not tell.

TRAITOR: But I can fake it if you want. 

TRAITOR: Oh no Wes! You have uncovered me! How will I ever cope????

Swerve: From: "Land of the Living" (Ninjago)

Morro laughed wildly. “It worked!” 

Lloyd quickly tied the wires together, ignoring the burn of his fingertips from the voltage. As he shimmied back into his seat, he said primly, “I can’t believe you doubted me.” After seeing the look on Morro’s face, he quickly put on his seatbelt. 

Morro rolled his eyes, clicked his own seatbelt on, and put the car into drive. “I didn’t doubt you, I just didn’t expect that to work.” He swerved, using the truck to punt three nindroids into the wall.

“That’s doubting me. You’re literally describing the act of doubting me.” 

“You’re being needlessly pedantic.”

“Ooh busting out the big words there.”

Fight: From "Hugo Finds Out Varian Is Scary" (Tangled: the Series + Varian and the Seven Kingdoms)

Varian swung his staff with the grace of a drunk man, but he achieved his goal of konking the bandit in front of him across the head and sending him sprawling to the ground. Hugo didn’t watch Varian chuck one of his sticky grenades at him to keep him well and truly out of the fight, though he did hear the sound of it activating behind him. Instead, he turned his attention to the two bandits in front of him - one tall one with a thick beard, and one shorter one with a gold tooth.

“C’mon now, boys, this can’t be worth the effort,” he said, grinning easily at them. 

He ducked a swipe from a sword. That answered that, he supposed.

Life: From "Shores of Restless Souls" (Ninjago)

“If you wanted me to return to a life of crime,” Morro commented idly, “you could’ve just asked.”

Jay whipped his head around, sputtering. “Wha- I- no!” he hissed.

Morro blinked, projecting an innocence Jay didn’t believe for a second. “No? I mean, what am I to think when you’ve dragged me to possibly the most crime-y place possible?” He blinked at him with wide eyes. “Are you using me to pay off a debt to the mob?” 

“No!” he almost shrieked. A few thugs glanced over at him, so he lowered his voice more when he said, “I don’t make a habit of getting into debts, and even if I did, I wouldn’t sell you!” 

Morro snorted. “Relax, Motormouth, I’m messing with you. Your face is turning three very distinct shades of red, so please take a deep breath before you pass out and I have to carry you back home.” 

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 2 electric boogaloo

It was no more than hours later when The Emperor entangled himself in a meeting, his best generals returned from the wastelands to report their findings.The little thing he’d stowed had since stopped his distracting writhing, and instead took to squeaking and whining in quiet, soft tones. The Emperor, for the most part, ignored such noises, perhaps aside from the occasional order to be quiet. He had things to do, after all, and unless the little thing got too loud, it didn’t matter if it was whining or yodeling. Now, when a hitched, shrill noise warned of only the loudest of cries, The Emperor had the single, standalone thought that send him rising from his seat at the war room. He waved off his generals as he swept through the door.No sooner had the entrance closed behind him did the boy’s shrill squeal morph into a

wail

, as if the winds of the mountains had possessed him to echo their woes. The sound, itself made his metal sing, painful cascades of rattling rising up through his panels and circuits. Ice fell to the ground in flakes, and it was only the instinct to get somewhere

—hidden. Safe. Quiet—

that had him ducking into his private quarters. The room was little more than a frozen box, crystals growing from every wall in jagged shapes that reflected the single window stuck into the right side. There was nothing in the form of bedding or personal accoutrements, though with a wave of The Emperor’s hand, a frozen throne nearly identical to the one in the entry hall rose from the floor. He dropped into place easily, staff anchoring to the ground in a rush of frozen energy.The boy was still wailing.Annoyance rose like tea steam, seeping out of his mouth in a cloud of ice crystals. “Be silent, child,” he hissed, tapping a single, gloved finger against the metal of his chest. “I have no time for this petty whining.”The boy wailed louder.“I said

silence

!” He couldn’t hear himself over the cacophony the boy was making, the volume of his pathetic little noises seemingly amplified to The Emperor’s audio sensors by the simple action of coming from within. He had the vaguest notions of pulling out the hair that he notably did not have. He thought if the boy wailed any louder, Vex might hear him from two rooms over.Frustration overwrote the annoyance with the very idea of it, and The Emperor gave another couple of harsh

taps

to his chest. “

Why

must you insist on this ridiculous protest? Are you hurt? Dying?” He knew very well the boy was neither of those things, but the concept still felt… uncomfortable. Like centipedes crawling over his circuits. “Is there something wrong with you? Are you broken?”The child trembled as he interrogated him, curled nearest to The Emperor’s spinal column and pressed into the silicone as if by sheer force of will he could vanish. An odd, tight feeling settled in The Emperor’s throat, rising until it settled in his face and chest. Heat. Bright, brilliant heat.

Painful

heat that had him retching and coughing on pure instinct alone, his systems blaring warnings he couldn’t translate through the haze that came with his impromptu prisoner ejection. Like there was something interrupting his logic circuits, he couldn’t make sense of any of the cries and yelps until the weight of the boy had moved higher up in his torso. Until the little lump he made was deposited behind The Emperor’s teeth, and quickly transferred to an open hand. Wide green eyes stared at him from atop a cyan glove, the boy’s hands clutched into his own shirt and pulling down on the hood of his cowl until the thing strained visibly. The Emperor’s eyes narrowed minutely. He didn’t mean to spit the little thing out, but it shook, and whined, and cried, and

something

in his backup systems didn’t want a sniveling, crying thing in his internal functions.On the bright side, the boy had stopped screaming.The Emperor perked a synthetic brow, nose bridge wrinkled somewhat with his frown. “Are you finished, little boy?” A keen rose in the back of the child’s throat, only barely audible, but very much a warning. The annoyance was back. Frustration and irritation mixing into one bitter huff. “There is nothing to cry about.” It was an effort to keep his tone level, and he only just caught the rasp of his voice fading with the effort it took to not rant at something not even a tenth his size. The whine rose in both pitch and volume. Like a snapping bone, frustration turned to something sharper. Faster than before, he spoke again. “No, no, no, no, stop—stop

doing

that.” His voice lowered, spoken in a rough, jittery

hum

as footsteps echoed out in the halls. Vex was a hard sort, and while The Emperor trusted him with kid kingdom and life, he found threat in everything, an irritating sort of infantilization when

he

, The

Emperor

could freeze continents at a whim.“You’re fine—you’re

fine

—stop

crying

—” Desperation was not a word that should be used to describe an Emperor, but

anything

to stop that metal-rattling cry. He was almost tempted to set his staff aside to sigh into his hand, but he resisted the idea. It was too important to lose. “There’s nothing

here

to cry abou—” It was in that moment that he realized. The whine had slackened to something wet and hiccupy. Like boiling water. The child was laughing at him, now. Granted, something The Emperor would see more in hysterics. Like those under torture, saying anything to be

released

, and in such volume that it was difficult to pick apart. Still, though, the child threw back his head and

laughed

until he wheezed, whereupon the sound devolved into tears and the whole process started over again. It was almost fascinating. It was less fascinating an hour later when the child finally,

finally

stopped his fit. He shook like he would fall apart at any moment, and his face still streaked with wet tracks, but he seemed to have, for the most part, stopped wailing. And as his first comprehensive sentence of the new day that crept over the mountains, the boy spoke. “Are you… are you going to eat me again?” Quiet and scratchy, the boy’s voice sounded of

fear

.“Of course.” It was honest and blunt as The Emperor raised his boy-laden hand to his face and slipped his mask down, again. Still, he didn’t open his mouth quite yet. “It is the easiest place to keep you.”A wrinkled nose set under emerald eyes. “What about the dungeons?” The boy scowled at him.And truly, what

about

the dungeons? He could very well just dump the child there and be done with the whole situation. It didn’t sit right in his mind. Then again, he had, after all, never kept prisoners quite so young. “You are much too small for those.” The boy was promptly stuffed back in his mouth, though the little thing did little more than squeak and wiggle faintly to—it seemed—straighten out on his tongue. In any case, it made swallowing a far easier affair than before, and the boy vanished under his collar in less than the time it took him to huff a cloud of ice into the air. Upon settling, he did not begin whining again, so The Emperor took his chance to rise and stalk his way back to the War Room. He had missions to plan.

[liminal---nightmare-aliza]

how everyone met/reacted to Liminal Pt 2, electric boogaloo! (The Star Sanses.)

Ink; at some point he was fighting Error, who was… much more focused on the trees than the actual fight. Like… to the point where Ink stopped to ask what was going on. Error’s paranoia had skyrocketed after his first encounter with Liminal, which Liminal took advantage of pretty quickly. Error kept point out the ‘freakin Nightmare-Human’, but Ink couldn’t spot it. That is, until Liminal popped up behind them and tapped them on the shoulder. Error was out of there immediately. Liminal did this creepy doll-giggle, waved at Ink, and left. Ink… didn’t know how to take that interaction, but at least it stopped Error from destroying an AU, so…

Dream; he felt something was off when Aliza ate the apple, like… sort of like when Nightmare changed, but much fainter, and more focused… at the time he assumed Nightmare had learned a new battle move or something. It wasn’t until Cross left the Bad Sanses that he realized what was actually happening. See, Liminal was supposed to track Cross down, and at the time, Cross was with Dream. Dream could sense her presence, but only barely, because Cross was acting all spooked and it was interfering with the emotions dream could pick up. He’s never officially met Liminal, but he does know that the weird feeling he had gotten a while ago was the creation of another Nightmare variant. (Idk what to call them so this is what I’m doing.)

Blueberry; he was in his home AU, practicing in the woods. Liminal had taken interest and started watching him for a while. Blue couldn’t shake the feeling that someone else was there, and quickly spotted her. She ducked behind a tree, but Blue, being Blue, was not nearly as spooked as he probably should have been. Yes, he knew to be cautious, and that this thing was probably related to Nightmare, but… she hadn’t DONE anything yet, so…. Anywho, he just went back to training, with an occasional glance over his shoulder to check if the ‘goopy girl’ was still there. He even started practicing some of his ‘special moves’ as a way to sort of impress her. This was the first fan he’s ever had, even if they WERE very shy and also probably related to the Bad Sanses.

more mixed emotions than anything. Which… Liminal happens to thrive on. They have no reason to go after her, and probably won’t, but she’s still there and doing things.

[rosenecklaces]

as always I'm evading my responsibilities and remembering my swag bisexual friend helion so let's do a poll for helion Bachelorette 2 electric boogaloo but a little more simple

Before y'all just jump to the obvious option let's do some propaganda for each:

Cassian: pretty sure had been invited to his polycule more times than Cass oblivious self could had ever noticed. Togas, Cass would be thrilled to not use pants ever again. Braiding hair.... Do I need to say more?

Rhysand: canon Summertime romance. Do you know this dudes that jerk off their bro as if is a necessary service for their friendship? Yeah

Azriel: Literally those books and movies of a popular guy (helion) being overtly flirtatious to the nerdy nobody I'm not Like other Girls MC (azriel) that falls for the cocky flirt when he idk saves a duck cross the street or sum, only that in canon the last scene doesn't exist. Opposites attract is what I'm saying here

[strangeauthor]

so what happened with pizza tower is that the creator/dev said some really bigoted things in a discord server and there’s also a racist design in the game that’s a caricature of native americans (there was also some concept art that had an antisemitic caricature, from what i remember)

milkshake duck 2: electric boogaloo

[puckpocketed]

ducks vs sharks today (celebrini bowl 2: electric boogaloo)

[kz-hcky]

Ducks in their “Lose hard for Bedard” era

[shy-little-gigglee-bun]

I Survived Y'all! - Volume 2: Electric Boogaloo

My second ever session just wrapped up, and I am so happy that my little lee heart has been satisfied once again. Like I did with my last session, I'm going to mention techniques that worked on me and things I remember and enjoy from this session just so I can put myself on blast and keep my lee mood going :)

My self exposee is below the cut!

- new deaths spot unlocked: thighs, back, butt 🙈, neck🙈

- mouth tickles work on me... a little TOO well 😅

- like who came up with the rude idea of tickling someone's toes with their tongue and teeth??

- also tummy raspberries ❤

- making me say the word over and over again = instant demise

- being called a good little lee or a good girl = resurrection 🥰

- AFTERCARE!!!!!! Just... aftercare 💕

- I love being shut the hell down when I get even remotely bratty

- did I say a swear word starting with f and rhyming with duck? Threaten to use a hairbrush on my baby oil covered feet after you made me scream with it just moments earlier

- am I not following your directions to keep my feet still while you're tickling them? Just tell me you're gonna count to three and I'm instantly your good little lee again

- am I hiding my face in a pillow? Make me look at you or make me remove the pillow. I'll do it because I love being a good girl 😊

- baby talk while tickling my tummy make me just MELT omg-

- please more baby talk for the ticklish baby

- oh? and verbal teases? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP-

- pointing out my giggles/screams/snorts? Now why would I enjoy that? Please do it more

- asking me who has a ticklish belly/neck/thighs/feet? Illegal but I love it 🥰

- talking/humming into my neck while your tickling me? Yes please- 🙈

Well that should be it for about now, I know I'm going to sleep well tonight after being completely wrecked!

- Bun

[cluepoke-archive]

Hold on I can feel my brain chemistry changing again I think it's time for my duck era 2 electric Boogaloo

[nat-20s]

For the playlist thing, something a lil abstract, what Abt the Character Trope/Storyline thing of AI/Robot learns how to be human ?

helll yeah you mean one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE STORY TYPES YEEEE HAWWW i imprinted on Data from TNG like a baby duck and never looked back

Okay so first one that is like. Basically literally this exact concept is "Hello, World" by Louie Zong but I'm actually gonna pick a different Louie Zong song bc it's fun to elaborate on more than 'this is a song about an AI grappling with sentience"!

Thumbnail-Brian David Gilbert and Louie Zong

Disparate parts, desperate hearts Pulled through a sieve Hand me a chart, so I know how to start to say "This is all I can give" To summarize seems incomplete How novel is a novel that can fit on one sheet It seems that I'm destined to fail To compress myself to the size of a thumbnail Keep it quick, say it brief If it's fast, it will be a relief Short on time, that's a gift Count your seconds, and they'll catch the drift

For a lot of these stories a big component of gaining a sense of personhood is the AI both expanding their own perception of themself as well as finding out that they CAN expand beyond their previous perceptions and no longer have to be confined to a definition that had been previously assigned to them, and I think this song goes with that nicely

Useless Machine- Cosmic Johnny

And I try to explain but I can’t spell the words right It’s a useless machine, it’s a black car with no headlights And I try and try to fall asleep Cause things feel fine inside my dreams most of the time I can’t tell the difference And what a waste A hundred days and change, I threw it all away With all the progress that I made, I messed it up And when the bed is empty, why do I wake up If I just think about the different ways to die?

You fucked up a perfectly good computer! Look at it! It's got anxiety!

(this song in particular dedicated to Hera from Wolf 359 and Guide from Mistholme Museum, for answering the question of what if a computer DID have anxiety <3)

Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave - Will Wood

And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? 'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just drank ourselves to death And god damn it, we liked it

Who makes the call? What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw, can it be both? Well I suppose that’s an answer Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity? 'Cause God knows it’s not like it’s cancer And good news to the purists: they’ve discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure But very few patients survive

Good news! You've gained personhood! Bad news! Humans are gettin real fuckin weird about it! aka you fucked up a perfectly good computer it's got anxiety 2 electric boogaloo: the follow up