#mama dingo

[letolimarseehisfamily]

All my art for Piktober 2023!

There's some mistakes and some I'm not proud of but I'll still make the collection.

First here's the list. I'll be posting them all in order.

To be continued in reblog

[martincrushcameback]

Haha, stupid <3

adhd run powers and autism focus powers GO. I love that it took three roos before he's like WAIT HUH?

teehee eager Martin bouncies

The immediate slouch to crouch is so fucking cute oh my gods

Also my dad was punched by a kangaroo- Martin would NOT be laughing even if it was a baby that kicked him those things are jacked as fuck.

What am I supposed to do with his deep voice huh WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO it's supposed to be silly

Chris's face here is so good and I don't know why but I LOVE it

"Probably for the same reason I don't want to carry my mom's purse." Is... is it too heavy for you Jimmy? Is her purse full of baby? Does she keep too many weed brownies in there Jimmy???

Someone get an ambulance on standby, Chris is so dead.

Cracked_ribs_incoming.png - I am starting to think that the creature power vests must have built in protective padding or his ribs would be broken like a billion times over by now.

Chris: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Martin: "We catch the first bus out of here?" STOP IT I LOVE HIM.

"You ok Mr. Z?" Koki is SO endeared with Jimmy's silly antics and so am I.

Martin being so adhd and more interested in riding inside a kangaroo pouch than getting those keys god what a mood.

Look at him, he's perfect. No thoughts in there only bounce.

Chris about to get the shit beat out of him while Martin is like hippyhoppy happy bouncie boy wheeee!!! is so silly

Teehee smol

Do you think the mama kangaroo thinks Martin is a female because he's blue?

Literally the best screenshot get eagle'd idiot

Why he so smol huh what for <3

OK I GUESS

I feel like.... someone's bones should still be broken.

You WOULD like crazy ideas. The bouncing in this episode is animated so adorably

"It looks like he's trying to dunk him" definitely a kid's show he's actively trying to drown the dingo- oh hey Chris actually said it! They try to drown them holy cow.

I love that Martin has the little joey hunch through the entire episode. I also love that they give up getting the keys and immediately get them back.

GODS I love this episode.

[ta3hyungtwinflme]

Tuhka Chapter 1

(BTS{ot7} x Reader)

Warning/Themes; ABO, Mature Themes

Chapter 1

Description: In this chapter we see how she will deal with the fact she is an omega. Will it turn out good or will it be harder than expected?

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================================================I hear my heart beat in my ears. I can't leave my home. I feel sadness and dread fill my heart and mind. I can't be; my mom is a Beta and my father is an Alpha. This can’t be if anything; I would expect low-level beta, not omega. I arrived at my house a while ago, and I stood at my counter leaning over my phone. "Fuck,” I sniffle away the tears in my eyes, thinking about having to leave my house, and everyone I love terrifies me. I turn my phone off and go to my couch, and I sit for a while grieving the freedom of before. I will never get to work in an Alpha-dominated space without a painful procedure that closes off my Omega traits or if I find a mate. I miss the innocence of being someone who didn’t need to care about that, as before I sit here and breathe in. I hold my head in my hands, and I sigh, wiping my tears away. “It’s fine... It’s okay.” I sit there, calm myself down, and I pick up my phone, hands still shaking a bit as I open my phone and click the phone. I hover over my mom's contact, and I finally press it and click the call button. Every ring echoes through my head. The first comes, “How far would I be from everything I know and love?” The second follows, “Will I be treated well if I go?" My heart beat picks up. “I will never have children that I can love and hold." My tears start again, and that’s when she picks up, “Hi baby, how did it go?” she says finally, and I break down. I sob tears running down the curve of my cheekbone and into the hollow center and down onto my jaw, where they slip down my neck and wet my silver jewelry. “What’s wrong, baby? What happened?” I hear my mother's voice on the side of the phone, and I feel so weak, like a little girl again running to her mom when she has a scraped knee. I wish I could go back to an easy time where I could run to her and cry, "Mama.". I wish she would bow on my scraped knee and cry and give me a band-aid to kiss my cheeks and hug me to rub my back again. Instead now I sit here, tears coming out of my eyes, my head in my hand as I call my mom, as it could be our last possible contact without being monitored. It could be the last time I call her on the couch her and dad got when they were preparing for my birth. I hiccup, “Mom, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.” She calls out to me, “What happened, baby? Are you safe?” I nod “yes, i-” I say, “I'm an Omega.” The last word came off my lips as if it were a breath. A moment of silence passes. I can hear her gather her words, “My baby, why would I be mad about that? Why would I ever be mad at you for something you can’t control?” She says calmly, “I don’t know.” I breathe out. I stay on call with her as she helps me calm down. "Baby, you live out in the woods; you’ll be fine to live there alone; maybe you should hire a Beta to just keep safe, or maybe an Alpha to ward off any others and a Beta to keep things calm?” I think with my job I should be okay too. I work in a lab all day, and I could easily ask to look over reports and do them at home from now on, and when I need to go into a lab, I work away from patients, and I could get my hands on scent blockers easily. I just need to figure out where my scent is most potent and what patches I'll need. I take a deep breath. “Thank you, mom. I’ll talk to you later.”

I sit there and I take a few deep breaths, and I turn on my computer and I look up roommates, and I go to the sorting filter, and I click Beta, and I scroll; there are a few women on there. I would feel more comfortable with a woman due to the fact I am one and the fact it would be more ble. I find a few and request to meet 3 different Beta women: one is a munchkin cat, the other is a dingo, and the last one is a red panda. I go about life as normal, thanking God my work gave me paid time off since I'm young and had to find out what 2nd gender I am. I look in the mirror at my outfit as I wait for the Munchkin Cat hybrid to arrive. I waited there for 10 minutes. I wait an hour, and then I call her; she doesn’t pick up, so I wait for my next meeting to approach. I wait there for the dingo, and I hear a car come up into the driveway, and there's a knock on the door. "Hi,” I open the screen door for her, and she comes in, “Oh my, this house is huge. Are you renovating right now?” I shake my head. “No, why?” She looks the stairs up and down and says, “Oh well, your house, your house has... spirit." I'm a bit taken aback. I love my house and how it looks. In my opinion, my house is truly beautiful. "Well, when I move in, I can help fix this place up, so yay,” she cheers, and I sit down to talk with her even though my mind is already made up. It's a no. Even though my house is big, I have a lot of other houses in the back. A few have flooded over, but if I tried, I could fully restore them, but I like them that way. After the interview, I looked at her and said, “I’m sorry, but I don't think this will work.” She nods and gets up, leaving. I'm so grateful she was understanding. I wait for the last person, the red Panda, to text me before our meeting. “I’m sorry, but I've already found someone sorry about the inconvenience.” I read it and sigh, “It’s fine; I'm glad you found someone to live with good luck somewhere.” I go back on my computer and I see a notification on my post, and I see it’s from a pack. I have the means, but I need to look closer at the profile. I open the profile, and I look, and it says there are seven males in the pack, no females. I sigh a little weary, but I push it aside because I really shouldn’t judge, and this site is very diligent at making sure the people applying are actually what they say they are. I read the first man's information. 

I look at the pictures and the descriptions. “I guess the only way to know is to meet them.” …

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[theangrycomet-art]

Sonic Underground: Guardians

Notes:

Aleena had tried to ensure all of her children were in deposited safely, but unfortunately, this did not happen as planned

Uncle Chuck

Chuck had heard of what his sister-in-law had been told by some crackpot oracle and tried to head off Aleena as she dropped off her children

However, he was only able to locate retrieve Sonic, and, due to the circumstances, believed his other nieces to be dead

Furious with both Aleena and himself, he went underground with Sonic

Chuck and Sonic were on their own for a few years, with Chuck helping the resistance where he could while helping Sonic figure out and work on his speed

Sonic (8) found an abandoned Tails (3) when he was exploring a woodlands area during one of their "Camping Trips" and brought him home

Chuck wasn't planning on adopting Tails (having planned on trying to locate the pups parents or at least drop him off at the Sanctuary), but ended up getting as attached to the kit as much as Sonic had

He was mostly winging it with them (apparently most people don't let their 4 year old disassemble and reassemble a tank engine to see how it works or check their 9 year old's running speed with a police speedometer)

He lost his leg during his last 1-1 encounter with Robotnik at the start of his takeover (a fair enough trade for the destroying the dictator's eyes and arm in his opinion)

Chuck was the initial reason Robotnik hated hedgehogs due to their shared history

Lady Elodie Windermere

Lady Windermere is a Bear (bc she's apparently not a bear but a dog in canon???)

Elodie had just lost her husband when Sonia showed up on her doorstep

Sonia was her sign to keep moving on, and she dedicated herself to Sonia's happiness and safety

Due to Robotnik's hatred of hedgehogs, she told everyone, including Sonia herself, that her ward was a Tenrac

going so far as to hire a tenrac maid in order to fake medical records for her protection

Sonia was made to cover her ears (the key visual difference between the two species as well) when going out in public and as she grew older, hide her back quills with custom reinforced corsets

As one of the highest aristocrats, she covered this by setting a new fashion trend of "earcaps" amongst the younger members of the court, allowing Sonia to blend in further

When Sonia's super strength revealed itself, Elodie worked with her daughter personally on her control, working with her in their gym as well as hiring self defense trainers for Sonia to have a good outlet

Went full Mama Bear mode on Sleet and Dingo when they DARED suggest arresting her daughter

Her arrest caused much scandal amongst the aristocrats, as she was the one most turned to when they needed a listening ear, and a resulting source of several dozen secrets NO ONE wanted to reach Robotnik's ears

Farrell

Farrell is a Cricket

former war veteran (medic)

he lost most of his upper right arm and was honorably discharged

despite his service, it wasn't long before he was living on the streets, where he spent the next 3 decades mastering the all the skills he'd need to survive and establishing a low-crime ring

Of all Farrell's students, Manic was his favorite, and made sure his kid had "nothin' but the best"

best as he could manage anyways

despite the attention it drew, he encouraged Manic's "jam sessions"

when Manic was younger, it wasn't uncommon for him to fall asleep to Farrell's chirping lullaby

their hideout was an abandoned weapon factory in the industrial district that the Swatbots "miraculously" kept missing

Manic learn a lot of his tech skills from playing with the old abandoned machinery

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[splitster]

answering ASKSSSSS

featuring: headcanons, mspaint yonny, and more

check it out! ↓↓

UHH the timeline is already hard enough to follow for 4 it's a little messy... I imagine for the pom wraith AU, it's mostly the events of pikmin 4 with some extra bits tacked onto it (like Olimar encountering the plasm at some point on his lonesome).

WAHHH THANK YOU... heres some secret mod lore, yonny is the HARDEST motherfucker to draw for me. he was ever since i started drawing the rescue corps and he still is!!!!!!!!!!!! his stupid face is so HARD GRRUUAUUGGHH

THANK YOU!!! i have a few bernard drawings/doodles in the pipeline to post eventually

(ive done a few ask masterposts at this point so forgive me if i already answered this one) AHHHHH i mean pom DOES really like Olimar. he challenges her skills out on the field when she's trying to track him down as a leafling which she finds engaging, and she finds him quite charming from the logs she reads. after he's cured, he's nothing but kind and supportive.

i don't think she'd try to take off with him like the plasm, but she'd feel protective over him if something were to threaten him

WAUUGGHH THANK YOU!!!! putting my favorite fictional characters into an enclosure and watching them

THANK YOU!!! you get it, he's so wet and pathetic

YEAH i have more bernard incoming!!! he's so genuinely supportive and it kinda freaks pom out because she can't tell if he has ulterior motivations or not (he doesn't. he's just a really cool dude. they'll become besties💖)

i'll perform the summoning ritual for you anon

there he is. what a jolly fellow

THIS IS A REALLY GOOD QUESTION... i had to consult with my friends for a lengthy food discussion (big hearts to @cosmicocoffee who helped me with like literally all of them)

for Pom, she's a wraith, so she just likes interesting and strong tastes. she's very partial to sweet things, and she LOVES chocolate (because that's one of the first sweets she ever tasted). although, she also like really spicy things because it's a neat feeling. as for least favorite, uh... i mean, the girl will literally eat soap for fun. it's very rare for her to have a food item she despises. they DO exist though, she fucking hates raisins

Dingo likes MANLY food, like MEAT and RIBS. well, he mostly likes being seen eating it. he does have a fondness for sweet things and smoothies. the town he grew up in could get pretty cold, so he grew up eating quite a lot of hot meals like caldo de res (he's especially fond of soups made the way his mama used to make them). he also picks up a fondness for hot tea from growing up with yonny, but he always puts extra honey in his cups. dingo HATES some foods though, especially sushi. the last time he tried to impress people by eating sushi, Dingo was hunched over outside the restaurant with Yonny rubbing his back...

shepherd! likes coffee. @soupvnova said she'd go to starbucks (spacebucks?) often to get the pup cup for oatchi which is very good. she has the healthiest diet out of all of them with routine exercise, protein shakes, lots of fruits and shit. she does have a weakness and a bit of a sweet tooth though, especially for cake. it hardly puts a dent in her diet though given her metabolism, she's a very built captain. she's not a fan of steamed vegetables... too squishy for her.

while talking about shepherd it is imperative to share that Oatchi will eat ANYTHING. if something hits the ground it is in his mouth immediately, shepherd has had to wrestle him to get space dog-unsafe food outta there before. although she will also constantly sneak him stuff from the dinner table

collin's fun because he enjoys eating healthy, he's a fan of fresh spring salads and stuff like pineapples and watermelon, but he also has to live off of a lot of processed/vending machine food because the man pulls all nighters frequently. he's also prone to stress eating... you can find him demolishing a watermelon and he's just. covered with seeds. he likes crunchy foods and seeds-- he's very hamstercore. he comes to Despise instant noodles because of how often he has to rely on them for food in the dead of night

fucking uhhh yonny, he likes foods that pair well with reading, he has pretty "mature" tastes and enjoys tea, maybe a glass of wine if he's feeling it. he often gets tunnel vision with his work and will neglect to eat, and as their doctor he'll have to set reminders on his phone to go have a meal so he doesn't fall ill. i can imagine he's not too into sugary things...

we already know bernard has some very expensive tastes, but he might just struggle with some textures or tastes in food. like, he enjoys pizza, this man is just a very picky eater... i can see him having tastes all over the board though. also he's protective over his stuff, he cared more about dingo eating his pizza than abandoning him

russ. uh... russ. yeah

olimar and louie are not part of the rescue corps, but i could see olimar joining (and louie following) sometime after the events of 4! he'd get a much better benefits package... he'd be good at providing logistical support for rangers out on the field, although his achy back would probably keep him off the field himself

AHH THANK YOU!! i have written some things but i don't have anything published -- to be honest, i'm not much of a fic writer. most of my writing is mostly just me talking through ideas/stories/cool character moments with friends, which is not a very shareable format unfortunately💔

i will say, talking about ideas with buddies gives me a shit load of ideas/motivation for drawing, and a lot of the stuff i've posted probably had that as an origin

THANK YOU!! and yeah of course that's fine! every artist is a collection of inspirations, and i'm no exception. my style comes from studying what i like in art and media (made by other people). i'm honored you find me as an inspiration💖

AUGH AUGH THANK YOU!!! i appreciate the anatomically correct hearts 💖💖

YEAHH i have designs that i've been meaning to flesh out but i'm lazy... i've been sitting on a dingo and yonny wraith design for like a month now, i should just bite the bullet and post them as-is if i ever want to share them... oh well! it's all for fun, i'm not gonna stress about it looking good

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thank you for reading this far!! and thank you all for the asks, i will continue to slowly get through them...

[woozvc]

notice you

0.8

w.c - 3.1k ish

okay, this is it.

you walk into the interview room, immediately hit by the bright lights and flowers around. it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, maybe not wearing your glasses today wasn't the best idea. you take your seat and look ahead to them. they look unreal.

it never dawns upon you how good seventeen look in real life. almost better than their pictures. u smile at them, small bows and introductions before the cameras begin rolling. you see him and can't help but smile wider, he really is unreal.

the pd yells action and as if a new person, you're immediately more confident, reciting the script like it was engraved in your mind. "hello everyone, welcome to dingo's new show forever idol!, you've waited a long time huh? well we won't waste much time and introduce our guests for the first ep, a group who has always been very close to dingo. everyone please welcome seventeen!" small cheering by the staff followed by hoshi's "say the name" intro.

it's hard to say what exactly it is, but seventeen's energy is so calming. you don't feel like you're interviewing top idols, it feels like they're old childhood friends. the interview goes extremely smoothly, it's as if this is something you've done before. you're glad seventeen were able to make the mood a bit more lively and cheerful, they really are just a group of best friends.

asking the questions makes you understand seventeen more. the way hoshi always is excited to answer and ends up cutting someone off mid-sentence, how dk is always joining hoshi in his acts making sure he's never alone, seungkwan is always making sure that you're okay with hosting and is asking questions to you too. mingyu keeps laughing at everything and everyone and chan joins in to give small comments. vernon is usually quite, he sits back and just enjoys his members answers. sometimes he answers, and he's always answering in such a thoughtful way, it's admirable.

you wrap up your ending and the cameras are cut. you get up and offer to shake all of their hands, which they take eagerly. you get to shake vernons hand and he gives u a small smile. u return it and hope that the faint red tint creeping up your neck to your cheeks isn't noticible by him.

the pd says you guys can take some rest so they can film a behind video, ones where they run around asking them random questions. you excuse yourself from the group to the snacks aisle in the other room.

maybe it's because you're nervous, or scared, that u almost drop ur phone at the mention of your name. u catch your phone before it drops and see seungkwan and vernon before you"we surprised you huh? haha sorry but y/n we have a very serious and important question." seungkwan starts, emphasising the "serious and important" part.

you say a small yes when seungkwan hands the mic to vernon and he continues "so y/n fried chicken or ramen" a very serious question indeed u think. after a few seconds of thought u say your answer "fried chicken, it's my comfort food" and vernon gives u a victory high five with a smile while seungkwan looks to the camera in a rant about how fried chicken makes bloating worse and what not. honestly you couldn't pay attention, not when vernon looked at u.

the rest of the interviews were fun to watch, you got to know hoshi and dk LOVE having the camera on them and that dino likes being called handsome more than cute. never a dull moment with seventeen.

it's about 6pm when everyone is wrapping up to leave and u see jiwoo come in the room. she talks to a few staff and comes towards you.

"ready to leave?"

"yeah just let me check if I forgot something" you say as u turn towards the green room area. as you're about to walk you see vernon outside seventeen's room on the phone with someone. now you have 2 options, face vernon while going to your room Or just hope that you've left nothing behind.

"yeah let's go I don't think I'll leave something"

synopsis - you get invited to your first MAMA awards after debuting as a soloist. a dream come true for u. your fans are ecstatic but they can't help but notice how this one idol keeps stealing glances at u......and you can't ignore it either.

pairing — vernon x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, idol au, fluff, minor angst

warnings — a lot of cursing

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note — giggling🤭 sorry for the late post I wanted to post the interview part on my birthday 😭😭 we grow older with simp hansol💯

also um english isn't my first language so forgive me if there's any mistakes just pretend I wrote this correctly. I'm going to try to keep this series mainly smaus but I feel like I needed to write this part out to express the interview moments a bit better 🫶

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[romeoandjulietyouwish]

A Crowded Table - Chapter 12 (foster kid soda au)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60812182/chapters/159540703

Excerpt from chapter 1:

"Darry! Time to get up!" His mom called. "You're going to be late for school!"

Like any other teenage boy, Darry just groaned and rolled over. He shoved his head underneath his pillow and snuggled down under the blankets. “Five more minutes, mama.” In his state between sleep and wakefulness, Darry thought he heard his mom laugh.

It was only when his alarm started beeping that Darry was jerked from the fantasy. The fantasy where his parents were alive. Darry rolled onto his back, slapping the alarm to silence it. He stared up at the ceiling for a long few seconds.

His mother was dead, his father too. He hadn't been in school for years now. He wasn’t a teenager. Like the last remnants of a dream, the fantasy faded away to the cold reality he was forced to live in.

Darry dragged himself to his feet. His back and feet were still aching from work the day before. His arms were sore, hands chapped and callused. Darry groaned.

His bedroom was cold, he hadn't found time to fix the window in order to make it close properly. So he got dressed as quickly as possible, shoving his feet into thick socks. But knowing that he’d be sweating at work, he didn’t bother putting on an undershirt.

"Ponyboy!" Darry pounded on the wall between their rooms, yanking pants on. "Wake up!"

He heard his little brother groan, "Quit hollerin’, I'm up." With that confirmation, Darry ducked into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Nine months ago, their parents were killed when a train hit their car. Darry was awarded temporary custody of his little brother. Since then, he'd been working his ass off day and night. He needed to prove to the state that he was a capable guardian and to do that, he needed money. He was lucky in some ways. The foreman Darry's father worked under allowed Darry to take his place on the crew. Their dad never made great money, but it was something.

Darry learned how to stretch their budget as thin as possible. One meager salary wasn’t enough for all their expenses, so he’d been picking shifts up at the Dingo a few times a week. And though he didn’t approve of it, he turned the other cheek when stolen food appeared in the pantry and fridge. It was more important that Ponyboy ate.

When he padded out of the bathroom, Darry could hear Ponyboy crashing around his bedroom as he got ready for school. They'd had another argument the night before, leading to Ponyboy throwing his textbooks around his room in anger.

The big brother part of Darry couldn't help but feel satisfaction that Pony was forced to deal with the consequences of that action. The guardian part of him knew that their mornings were scheduled to the minute and Ponyboy would likely be running late.

Like always, Darry made it into the kitchen before Ponyboy. He stuck two pieces of toast in the toaster and went about packing his lunch for work. Due to their fight last night, Ponyboy hadn't packed himself a lunch yet. Darry slipped a few coins from his pocket and put them into Pony's backpack.

"Pony! Breakfast!" Darry shouted as the bread popped up. He slathered one piece with peanut butter and the other with mayonnaise.

His little brother came out from his bedroom quickly, backpack swinging behind him. Though his clothes were rumpled and probably unwashed, he'd taken the time to grease his hair back. Darry didn’t have the energy to chastise him, one day of looking sloppy wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Ponyboy snagged the piece of toast with mayo and shoved it into his mouth.

"You need a ride?" Darry asked. It was his attempt at an olive branch, but it soared over Ponyboy’s head.

Pony shook his head, "Two-Bit's driving me and Johnny. He's gonna take us to the movies after school."

Darry lifted an eyebrow, "Was that a question or a statement?"

Pony's lips pressed into a flat line, "Statement. You can't stop me from goin'."

[rolfedewolfefan16]

Rockafire explosion headcanons:

BillyBob: He’s an only child but has a LOT of family members. His family owns a cabin business and he comes from a long line of excellent cooks. Looney Bird is his childhood friend. Found baby Choo Choo in a dumpster and adopted him. Age: 22

Looney Bird: Has tons of siblings. Accidentally ate chicken once; he cried. Likes wearing socks. Is actually really good at playing sports. He once sung so high a window shattered. Is a Mama’s Boy. Age: 20

Beach Bear: Has dated over 30 women. Showed up in a magazine once, so he brags about it any chance he can gets. Is a pescatarian. Got a speeding ticket. Got his first guitar at 14. He went 2 grades up; big brain Age: 28

Dook LaRue: Has a speech impediment and can only speak clearly while singing (not entirely a lie) Has autism. Can’t drive for his life. His grandpa is Dingo Star. Has the goofiest laugh. Hates tomatoes so always eats pesto or Alfredo pizza. Secretly hoping to go to space. Age: 25

Mitzi Mozzarella: Entered beauty pageants when she was six. Has a Michael Jackson cardboard cut out and kisses it goodnight. Is actually a natural brunette but dyed her hair blonde. She went to cheer camp as a dare but ended up liking it a lot. She forces band members to do tricks with her like flips and stuff; mostly Beach Bear Age: 17

Fatz Geronimo: Played in jazz clubs before joining the Rockafire Explosion. Loves scented candles. Drinks a lot of coffee, a little too much for his own good. Was muscular once before letting himself go during in his early 40’s. Met Esmeralda in middle school. Casually met Elton John at the grocery store and didn’t notice it until Mitzi showed him a picture. Age: 55

Rolfe DeWolfe & Earl Schmerle: During his 20’s he used to do puppet shows at schools and hospitals for money. Has an older brother but they don’t talk to each other; family issues. Is gay but doesn’t admit it ( Rolfe, it’s extremely obvious bud) Earl is his somewhat adopted son. Is actually a great cook. Been to jail for shoplifting. Stole Mitzi’s nail polish once, she still has no idea it was him. Son of the Great Wolfman Jack himself! Cries everytime Earl heads to school. Sings girly songs at home like “Girls just want to have fun and Material Girl” Earl’s favorite food is jam on toast. He hates personal hygiene and has constant tantrums whenever it’s bath time. Pretended to have a seizure to see how Rolfe would react but after he saw Rolfe calling 911, he called it quits ( he was grounded for a week) Rolfe Age: 34. Earl Age: 3 1/2

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[kaytheday]

Never Bite the Hand that Feeds - Johnny Cade

My submission for day 7 of @outsidersweek! Thanks for doing this, it was a really fun challenge. Also this is based on an idea by @brat-pack-it-up-boys. Thanks!

Johnny is in his bedroom. Or rather the small laundry room where he knew that his parents would be the least likely to bother him. He is sitting on the floor, eyes squeezed shut almost painfully and his hands are over his ears. As if that would stop his parents' screaming match from reaching the depths of his soul. They’ll be done in a minute. Anytime now. This can’t be forever. He was repeating those words over and over in his head, like some sort of mantra. It was the same words he repeated anytime something bad happened to him. This can’t be forever. 

Dallas had said those four words offhandedly when they were at The Dingo on a particularly rough night. Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dallas were eating when a fight broke out. Two guys pulled out blades, yelling loud drunken insults. Johnny had startled but Dallas didn’t look affected in the least. 

“They’ll be done in a minute Johnnycakes. This can’t be forever.” Like nearly everything Dallas had done for Johnny, it changed his life without meaning to. Dallas was all rough edges, menacing grins, with a jaw that would snap at you if you got too close. Real smoke on the water kind of stuff. Normally, Johnny would have stayed away from a guy like that. But Johnny had learned a long time ago to never bite the hand that feeds. Dallas had a soft spot for Johnny Cade, even if he’d never admit it. 

Hearing Dallas’s voice in his head was a comfort. They’ll be done in a minute Johnnycakes. It was funny that he knew even the Dallas in his head would help him. 

As the screaming ceased Johnny dared to take his hands off his ears. He listened to the slamming of the door and his mothers quiet sobs. His dad had gone and left again. Johnny stood up, grabbing the small first aid kit that Darrel had let him have a while back and ventured down the stairs. 

As much as he could hear Dallas voice in his head helping him, he could hear it scoffing at him too. 

“You’re really gonna go down and help your momma? Right after she threw that belt buckle at you last week for doing the same thing? You must be stupider than I thought…” Johnny just shook his head, even though he knew Dallas would be right in this situation. He still had a cut healing on his eyebrow from the belt buckle incident last week. 

He found his mother on the floor, head in one hand drunkenly sobbing. Her other hand was weakly curling over a broken glass bottle. There was blood and glass in her black curls. 

“Mama…” Johnny started. She didn’t even move, hardly turned to look up at him. “Mama come on, let's get you up to bed.” She screamed incoherently, throwing the bit of glass bottle she was fondling. She missed by a long shot and the bottle smashed against the wall. 

“Mama please…” Johnny tried again, his voice soft. “It’s okay, it’s just me… Johnny.” He went to grab her arm and help her up but she pushed him away. 

“Johnathan!” She snapped in that same tone that made Johnny freeze, his chest tightening. This tone was usually followed by so much pain. He shrunk away from her for a second before pulling a handkerchief out of his back pocket. 

“It’s just… You’re bleedin’ Mama.” She’d resided herself to crying as he began to clean the wound on her head, no doubt left there by her husband. Johnny knew exactly what Dallas would have to say if he saw him there, helping his Mama. 

“What does she matter Johnny? She doesn’t care about you none! My old man never cared about me, why would I do anything for him, huh? Huh!” But Dallas didn’t get it. Dallas was the kind of guy that could take anything and roll away unfazed. He took all the cruelty that New York City’s streets had to offer for years and internalized it. It only made him mean and tough, a combination for the perfect hood. Johnny knew that Dallas cared about him, in his own twisted way. But Johnny also knew that Dallas could never understand what it was that kept driving him back to his parents house. He wasn’t even sure that Ponyboy would ever understand either. 

After cleaning her wound, Johnny helped his mother up to bed. Relieved that she wasn’t in a particularly violent mood tonight. Johnny was far too young to be playing parent, especially to his own guardian but he did it anyway. Hadn’t Johnny had learned a long time ago to never bite the hand that feeds? For Johnny, the hand that feeds is also the hand that beats, but there are always worse ways to be off. 

Johnny knew what it meant to be from the East Side. He knew that being from the East Side meant being too young for half of the shit that comes your way. He knew it meant getting dealt a bad hand and still being held to a higher standard simply because you grease your hair. Johnny knew that it was dealing with everything you didn’t deserve and still finding a way to pick yourself up off the ground. He knew that it was also about family and belonging and a little bit about hair grease too. For as much bad can be found in the sagging buildings and torn families of the East Side, there sure was a lot of good too. Even if it was just sunsets over cracked sidewalks and the smoke of your best friend's cigarette curling into the night sky. Even if it was simple, it was good. 

Nobody could deny that Johnny Cade has East Side blood running through his veins. But for all the shit that they deal with, he wasn’t sure he’d trade it. He’d never trade bumming cigarettes off of Dally and reading with Ponyboy and nights spent at the Curtis house. His East Side blood was something he was proud of. 

For all the misery, despair, and hopelessness that seemed to accompany his side of town. Johnny would never trade his East Side blood. 

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 24 - Bang on My Drum

Chapter summary: Dook and Beach Bear take a late night trip to the beach. Dook can't stop thinking about his family. Beach Bear can't stop thinking about his family, either. A/N:

POTB LIVES!!!!!!!!!! IT'S A NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!! oh my god I've been writing this thing for two fucking years I've been a little stuck on how I want the rest of this arc to play out, and that combined with uhh (checks notes) running a zine, selling other fanmerch, getting on antidepressants, kinda just generally fixing my life a lot.... turns out that stuff can get in the way of writing gay animatronic fanfiction lol. but I said this fic dies when I do and I meant it!! i can't guarantee quicker updates going forward, bc life does love to get in the way, but i do have the next chapter (which was actually supposed to be This chapter until I got stuck) half written. so if I manage to get it unstuck that'll probably be done pretty quick. idk I'm waffling atp lol tldr thank you for being patient! and thank you for the continued interest during the unintended hiatus! hope you like this one :]

Chapter word count: 1,977 <- Chapter 23 - Chapter 25 -> (soon!) Read it on AO3!

A/N:

one more thing before you read! the first chunk of this chapter will be a lot easier to understand if you use these handy floorplans i made of dook's parents' house :] please enjoy my floorplans i love making floorplans

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"Mom?" Dook calls as he bursts through the front door. "Mama, I'm home!"

He pauses in the small foyer to pull off his boots before continuing. He hasn't been home in years– the house almost feels smaller after all this time.

"Mama?" Dook enters into the living room only to find it empty. On the coffee table, a plate with the remaining scraps of a sandwich. Someone must be home.

"Ma," Dook calls again, passing into the dining room. Empty. He keeps moving. "Pa?"

The kitchen is empty, too. "...Hello?" Dook glances around aimlessly. Usually this place is full of people– where did everyone go? He turns around and leaves the way he came, instead heading toward the stairs.

"Hello...!" He calls as he begins the climb up. "Diane? ...Dingo? ...Daisy? ...Daniel? ...Anyone?" The silence is beginning to unsettle him.

The upstairs floor of the house is a stretch of hallway lined with doors. Dook reaches for the nearest door handle and enters the foyer.

...Wait. Dook turns back toward the door he just entered– it's the front door. He blinks, bewildered, before removing his boots and continuing into the kitchen.

The kitchen is empty, save for a plate with the remaining scraps of a sandwich left on the counter. Someone must be home. Right? "M– Mom? Pa?" Dook continues through the door and back out to the upstairs hallway, far from the stairs.

Okay, this isn't funny anymore. "Hello?" Dook shouts more than calls at this point. "Who's here?" He pulls another door open, and enters the living room. The coffee table is piled high with plates of sandwiches. Dook tries to leave the way he came, but the door is gone– no, there never was a door there, right?

The dining room is empty. There's no furniture. Dook tries to pay it no mind, yet hastens his pace forward through the doorway and into the upstairs hallway again. From behind the door he just came through– was there ever a door?– something clatters to the floor. Someone must be home.

Dook breaks into a run, hurrying down the stairs and finding himself in the kitchen again. He reaches for the door to the backyard– he's in the dining room again.

"Please," he breathes as he sprints through the doorway. The kitchen. The hallway. The foyer. The dining room. The hallway. The living room.

Dook almost continues through the doorway to the dining room again, but hesitates. Then, he runs the opposite direction, to the front door, pushing it open–

He's in his bedroom.

Its exactly like it was when he was a kid. Walls painted a deep blue, adorned with space-themed posters and star charts pulled out of books. Though they must have long faded, the ceiling is still sprinkled with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars. Toys strewn on the floor– action figures, cars, spaceships. His bed, built to resemble a red race car.

That's his side of the room, at least. The other half– his brother's– was a different story. Clean, simple, academic. Shelves with trophies and other accolades. Bookshelves filled with novels and textbooks instead of comics. A loft bed with a desk underneath, a single pencil left there.

"Dingo," Dook grumbles. His brother seemed to live to upstage him. So talented, so smart, so gifted. What does it matter if he got into an expensive college for music? Dook's made a percussion instrument out of nearly anything he could get his hands on since the age of three, and no one ever called him a prodigy.

He steps over to Dingo's side of the room. Neither of them live here anymore. Dook isn't sure if his other siblings still do. Dook isn't sure anyone lives here anymore. Maybe that's why this place has felt so haunted. He pulls open the drawer of the desk, finding a picture frame face-down inside.

It's a family photo. Two parents, four siblings, two pairs of aunts and uncles, thirteen cousins, one first cousin, three family friends, and two grandparents.

Dook isn't in the photo.

A floorboard creaks to his right, and suddenly Dook finds himself awake on Beach Bear's couch. He stares at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to sit up.

"...Beach Bear?" He calls groggily.

Beach Bear startles, turning around. "Dook–! You scared me."

"Sorry," Dook says. He's caught Beach Bear standing just a few feet off from the front door. "...Where you goin'?"

"Well, I... I couldn't sleep. I figured it might help to get some fresh air."

"On the roof?" Dook asks. Beach Bear shakes his head.

"Nope." Then, without any other explanation, "Feel like coming with me?"

Dook would jump off a bridge if Beach Bear asked him to. "Yeah," he mutters sleepily.

"Don't bother getting changed. Just meet me in the car," Beach Bear says, leaving before Dook can reply. Dook doesn't need to, though– he simply slips on his boots and follows Beach Bear outside.

Beach Bear is already in the car by the time Dook makes it outside, and Dook follows his lead. Neither speak a word until after the car has been parked and Beach Bear has led Dook to the shore. Finally, he sits, just a few feet away from the waves lapping at the sand. Dook lingers for a moment before sitting, transfixed by the waves.

"...I've never done this before," Beach Bear admits after a few more silent moments. "I... don't know what I was expecting."

"You don't like it?" Dook asks.

"I do, it's just..." He trails off.

Dook doesn't know what he's getting at. Something must be troubling him, but Beach Bear seems like he's a tougher nut to crack than usual tonight. "I couldn't really sleep, either," he offers. When Beach Bear says nothing, he continues.

"I was, uh... I was havin' a weird dream. Before you woke me up. 'Bout, ah..." He replays the scene in his mind. His bedroom. That picture... "A- about my family."

"You never talk about them," Beach Bear murmurs. His gaze is fixed hard on the horizon.

"Yeah." Dook pulls his knees closer to his chest. "It's, uh..." Where would he even begin? "Big family, y'know?"

Beach Bear hums affirmatively, but offers no further response. Not making it any easier for him, Dook thinks.

"Big family," he repeats. "Four siblings. Lotta cousins." Dook hasn't seen any of them in years. "Lotta work for just two parents." Beach Bear remains stoic, silent. Dook looks up at him. "Beach Bear?"

Beach Bear's eyes only move vaguely in Dook's direction. "Yeah?"

He's got to get him involved in the conversation somehow. "You're an only child, right?"

"Yeah. Something like that," Beach Bear mutters, gaze returning to the ocean.

Dook frowns. "Is everything okay?"

This seems to bring Beach Bear back a little, his brow furrowing a bit at the question as he looks at Dook again. "What? Yeah." It seems like he's about to clam up again, but they make eye contact this time, and Dook sees something in him soften. "I'm just... having weird dreams, too. That's all."

"What are yours about?" Dook asks.

Beach Bear opens his mouth to deflect again, and then seems to thinks better of it. Still, though, he glances away with embarrassment before confessing, "...Queenie." Then, "It's just– I just keep thinking about this gig, this– this contest the stupid manager put us in. I keep having dreams about it all going wrong. Like, if she sabotages our set somehow, or breaks our instruments so we can't play, or– I don't know. I guess I'm stressing over it."

Dook knows the feeling. "I feel like she's tryin' to get in your head," he says. "Y'know. Replacing you, basically."

"She replaced everyone," Beach Bear grumbles.

"She... did?" Dook fails to hide the nervous tone in his voice. He recalls seeing the other band members, tries to recall their faces...

"Yeah. Some stupid vanity project, huh?" Beach Bear digs his claws into the sand a bit. "...Why do you ask?"

"Uh–" Dook isn't even sure of what he's thinking, let alone how to say it. "I... I thought I recognized one of 'em."

Beach Bear is quiet again. Dook doesn't find himself as frustrated this time, though– something has been simmering inside him, and he feels it bubbling over now. "My family," he starts. "I had four siblings. Diane, Daisy, Daniel, and Dingo. I– I don't know where any of 'em are now." He bites back the ache in his chest when he says that, replacing it with an anger that propels him forward. "I hated Dingo. I h... Well, I didn't hate him, but... He was– He was such a fuckin' p- progeny!"

"Prodigy," Beach Bear cuts in.

"He was–! Good! At everything!" Dook huffs, letting his mistake only push him further. "Better at everything than me! And I– My parents put everything into him! Him and my other siblings, and my cousins, and..." He feels himself losing steam, and he doesn't like the feeling. Pulse quickening, Dook stands and grabs a beer bottle someone had left in the sand–

"And it sucked!" He punctuates his sentence by chucking the bottle as hard as he can into the ocean. It flies a decent way off before plopping into the water. Dook stands there, breath heavy and uneven. "It– It sucked," he says. "It was..."

He trails off, gaze stuck on the spot where the bottle landed in the water. He doesn't know if it made him feel any better. He didn't realize how upset he was to begin with.

Dook returns to Beach Bear's side, though after a pause long enough that Beach Bear must have noticed. He pulls his knees toward his chest again, wrapping his around the front of his legs and resting his head on top. They sit quietly for another moment before Dook speaks again.

"I... I was good. I thought I was good. Thought I was a musician. No one else did, I guess. Goin' to detention for drummin' on my desk. Parents only ever told me I ought'a go to a music school. 'Why can't you be more like Dingo, Dook?' Just 'cause I don't play Mozart... Don't mean that's all there is to music."

"Yeah," Beach Bear chimes in. He chuckles a bit. "My dad's the same way. You remember."

That whole night exists only as a humiliating blur in Dook's memory. "I remember," he says.

"Your brother go to a good school?" Beach Bear asks.

"The best," Dook replies bitterly. "Most expensive, too. Wasn't even an issue, 'cause he got all these stupid scholarships... Paid the rest himself. My parents didn't have to worry at all."

"...Showoff," Beach Bear says.

Dook scoffs. Then, a chuckle, then a laugh. "Yeah! Really." The mood is lighter now, and he almost forgets why he'd brought Dingo up to begin with.

And then he remembers, and his smile falls.

"You didn't... happen to recognize any of Mini's, y'know... replacements, did you?" He asks cautiously.

"Hm? No," Beach Bear says.

Their eyes meet again, and Dook knows he isn't concealing the worried look on his face well enough. "I... I ain't seen him in years, y'know?" He says. "So I don't really know what he looks like these days, but..."

"But?"

"But I... I saw the way he looked at me. Like he knew me."

Beach Bear sighs, taking in the situation. After a moment of pondering, all he can offer is, "...Shit."

"Shit," Dook concurs, looking back out at the ocean. They fall back into silence, both meditating on the waves and chewing on the predicament. Eventually, though, the calm of the waves wins out in Dook's mind. Or maybe he's just tired. He distantly wishes he could fall asleep here, sink into the sand and never come back.

But he knows he can't. They've got band practice in the morning.

[bear-boi-5]

Random facts/hcs

I'm super bored and in a brain dumping mood, so take some facts about my AU

-Each planet has something different about it/it's inhabitants that makes it different from each other

-Ohri is a Australian based planet. Hot, has a lot of bush land, scattered rivers and dams that often dry up in the hotter months (self projection cause I like adding Australia into my AUs in one way or another cause I'm an Aussie myself and we need more Australian rep)

-Ohri had an ancient civilization that most Ohrians are related to. The only time they wouldn't be is if they migrated from other planets. Yonny and Dingo are related to said ancient civilization

-Ohrians tend to be darker skinned/tanned due to the heat. Dingo is a different case because his father is from a different planet. His mother however is from Ohri. Both of Yonny's parents are from Ohri

-Nijo is the wealthiest of the planets, this makes a lot of Nijoians have expensive tastes, be quite rich and in some cases be snobby. Not all Nijoians are snobby however

-Because Nijo is a wealthy planet, not many people can afford to live there so it's one of the least populated planets

-Nijo also has one of the largest music industries, many Nijoians are musically gifted, are interested in music or are naturals when dancing

-Giya is one of the many agricultural planets. Giya focuses more on the meat industry making it the primary source for livestock

-Collin, Shepherd and Russ have prominent canines due to being more carnivorous, they're also decently wealthy, being able to afford things like Golden PikPik Carrots from Hocotate

-Both Dingo and Yonny have Aussie accents, Dingo's is more heavy. Yonny will only really use the accent if he's annoyed or pissed off

-Yonny is Trans :DD and performed his own top surgery, along with many other surgeries

-Dingo has some anger issues and self esteem issues. He tries to cover his low self esteem by being egotistical but he has a fragile ego-

-Yonny, while being able to be pretty tolerable to most things, can be quite easily ticked off. This makes him also have anger issues, he's just able to control it better than Dingo

-Collin and Shepherd have known each other since they were 5. They picked Russ up when they were around 13

-Collin used to be quite short compared to his peers, this made him a victim of bullying or ridicule. Shepherd stood up for him however

-Collin dropped out of school because of the bullying when he was 16. In the time of his teenage years to adulthood, he shot up in height, making him one of the tallest Giyians

-Like Bernard, Collin job hopped. One of the jobs he did was a job as a bouncer. He can be quite serious when needed and intimidating due to his height. Because of his time as a bouncer, he picked up on some helpful self defence

-Shepherd has been training space dogs since she was 6. She's very knowledgeable in the topic and a very good trainer

-Shepherd has autism :DD She doesn't pick up on social cues often, needs things carefully explained to her and hyperfixates on subjects, primarily space dog care

-Pom is the rookie trainer. She teaches newbies and is very athletic. She, like Shepherd, is a great trainer. She also has high stamina (ik I haven't shown/talked much about Pom in the main AU so I'll get onto that)

-Russ, like in canon, is a Mama's Boy. Loves his mother to death and often sends her gifts when he comes back from missions since he likes collecting trinkets he finds

-Russ has a heart condition that if his heart rate is suddenly increased to a high point, he could die within 10 minutes. When he has an adrenaline rush, he can get stabbing pains, the higher the adrenaline, the more intense the pain

-Russ also has prosthetics. A robotic arm and a robotic leg, along with a monitor to help his heart condition. He does have burn scars from the accident and is quite self conscious about them, best not to bring them up

-Bernard has very expensive tastes, so much so that he will only really eat exotic crops/animals. Unless he really needs to, you wouldn't catch him eating cheap foods

-Bernard's pretty laid back and often has a lazy feel to him but when he focuses, he focuses. You bother him while he's flying for instance, he'll get pissed. He's also a pretty forgiving person, the only person he hasn't forgiven is Dingo

-Bernard holds grudges tightly when he gets them, even though they're extremely rare. He won't let it go until he gets his revenge on whoever made him angry

-Bernard smokes, quiet a bit. He usually smokes 2-3 times a day. He says it helps calm his nerves. Yonny has warned him and told him he should cut down on the smoking, Bernard loosely listens to him though. He didn't, however, smoke once while recovering from the early stages of leaflifcation (since Yonny had threatened him-)

[exoplanetupdates-blog]

Dingo Killing Voice - EXO

Performances : Growl + MAMA + Don't Go + Call Me Baby + Sing For You + Miracle in December + Love Shot + The Eve + Overdose + Monster + First Snow + Power + Cream Soda + Love Me Right

[prodosoo]

The 90s hip hop/classic boy band sound of EXIST is all I’ve ever wanted from exo I am OBSESSED.

From the promos to the production it’s just so we’ll done. And it’s so impressive and lovely to see that they can slam out an ENTIRE album with falsetto in almost every chorus and it’s like— BUTTER. And not just falsetto. Difficult runs, complex syncopated beats, multiple different roles that line up to a grand reunion of voices that is SO hard to keep track of and tricky harmonies that would be so hard to maintain live!!!

From Mama where you can see them straining but still nailing it, to now years later being able to just easily carry those notes and that technique—AMAZING. I totally know they are trusted by their trainers not to break their voices.

Cream soda alone is so incredibly technically difficult. And the dingo video is just further proof of how much they’ve matured and mastered their craft.

I just love this album and it feels so well deserved and considered for such a multitalented group of guys :’)

(Special shout out to Suho and Xiumin for carrying those falsettos just as much as chen baek soo hehe)

[fy-sehunoh]

230711 | EXO – Dingo Music 'Killing Voice' (Growl, MAMA, Don’t Go, CALL ME BABY, Sing for You, Miracles in December, Love Shot, The Eve, Overdose, Monster, The First Snow, Power, Cream Soda, Love Me Right)

➡️ http://youtu.be/zomvO2Ii-kA

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cr: 딩고 뮤직 / dingo music

[fuckyeahjoonmyun]

230711 Dingo Music 엑소(EXO)의 킬링보이스를 라이브로! - 으르렁, MAMA, 나비소녀, Cream Soda, Sing For You, 전야, 중독, Monster, 첫 눈, Power |딩고뮤직