#okay okay yayyy

[metukika]

my @mp100secretspirit gift for @bollaaeon!! scrumptious.

this was super fun to work on hehe i love these guys,,

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the point

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Happy New Year :) Featuring my favorite ships from this year!

[infelicet]

today, i bring you a gifset. tomorrow? who knows. maybe colouring

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TPoH: Update!

Update here on the TPoH website!

Read TPoH from the start here.

Have you still not got your nice warm Assok socks or a shiny butterfly pin? Head on down to Topatoco town and introduce yourself to my store for books, shirts, stickers and more!

And if you're a long termer you can always support me on patreon; even one dollar a month helps!

[ghostswisp]

Valentines day or whatever...

[bugsandboos]

reading everyone’s thoughts on the london special and marinette’s actions have given me a serious case of deja vu in relation to the s5 finale, here’s why

a very very VERY common reaction from the fandom i saw to the finale was “why are the writers letting gabriel get away with being a hero why isn’t he being held accountable horrible finale horrible writing i hate this show etc etc etc”

before i share my thoughts on this for like the thousandth time i just wanna mention i DID cry during the finale, partly because i was in shock and also because i HATED it. but now i genuinely believe it was one of if not the smartest thing the ml writers have ever conjured up and i just. fucking love it. (point is: i understand disliking it. that was me at some point, until i began to consider the implications of the “ending”)

similarly, a reaction i’ve seen to the london special (mainly from ml salters) is “why would the writers let marinette lie to the world when it’s so clearly morally wrong she’s such a horrible person she needs to be held accountable blah blah blah”

something both the s5 finale and the london special share is that THE ACTIONS THAT TAKE PLACE IN BOTH. ARE NOT MEANT. TO SIT WELL WITH THE AUDIENCE

NO writer on ml is trying to convince a fan that “gabriel was actually a hero because he made one selfless decision (that wasn’t even that selfless?????)”. NO writer on ml is trying to convince a fan that “marinette is completely right for hiding the truth about gabriel from not only adrien but also the whole world!!!!!! no one should ever find out!!!”

the entire point of the finale and special is to make the viewer uncomfortable, as we watch marinette sit with her questionable choices, watch adrien refer to his father as a hero and watch their class throw a party. none of this is supposed to make us feel at peace with the way this arc has concluded.

what people seem to be missing is that even if the s1-s5 arc has ended, the s6 arc is just beginning, CENTERED AROUND THE CHOICES THAT HAVE MADE US AS THE AUDIENCE FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE!! you’re completely ignoring the way the plot is set up if you think the writers are going to neglect gabriel’s storyline, because it is far from over.

i think it’s also important to mention that neither marinette nor adrien are at peace with what’s happened (even if that was implied during the s5 finale—the london special has provided us with this new information on their emotional statuses). marinette is clearly being eaten alive by guilt, seeking confirmation throughout the entire special that protecting adrien from the truth was the morally correct decision. adrien was obviously affected by his father’s death (contrasting the idea that he just “threw a party” without any emotional backlash), and will undoubtedly learn to grapple with his conflicting feelings on gabriel’s character throughout s6 (he sacrificed himself??? but he abused me??? but he saved ladybug and nathalie????? but he apparently assisted monarch?????)

POINT IS

no one is meant to be satisfied with the way things are in the miraculous universe at the moment. you aren’t supposed to want the truth about what really went down during recreation to stay hidden. if you feel uncomfortable with the current situation our main characters are in, GOOD! please stop the discrediting the writers, because your discomfort means they have done their job well.

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My pictures

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Shitana and shit king doodle

Idk if I luv them or want them dead

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hsr text posts that came to me in a dream (pt. 2)

more: part 1

[acheronist]

i'm tattooing a reschedule again today from october (!!) but she asked if she could get some extra flash while we're in the shop today and she just wants black linework and i'm literally going to kiss her for being a gift from the universe to meeeeeeeee

[pteropis]

I think that you're worth keeping around /

I think that you're worth holding onto

(More + doodles under the cut)

[hotteststar]

The Lake - Rosekiller Microfic

“I think of you like I think of the lake.” Barty had whispered softly, like it was a huge secret that was about to be released into the world and destroyed by people. “What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?” Evan had asked, letting out a new puff of smoke that had engulfed them both. Barty had raised the cigarette to his mouth before answering, his gaze fixed on the black lake outiside the dorm room window.

It means that I love you, that’s what it means. And Barty wanted to say it, really wanted to explain to Evan that when the sun’s rays hit the water and the light plays with the shadows, the surface of the lake fades to the color of his eyes; and he wanted to tell him that the lake looks dark and dangerous to everyone who watches it from afar, like him, but no one has ever actually drowned in it, because if you really try, you find that the lake has nothing to fear, just like him; and he also wants to tell him that he, Barty, has noticed how calm and peaceful Evan seems every time they sit together in the shade of a tree on the shore of the lake, and he knows that the lake makes him happy, because he knows everything about him, because he watches him, because he understands him. Barty would like to tell Evan all this, he would really like to, but he doesn't.

Instead, he spits out smoke and turns to him: "I don't know mam, maybe I'm crazy, or just high."

"Uh, without maybe." the other replied, rolling his eyes, and Barty felt like he was dying inside, but he still didn't say anything.

He thinks about it now, Barty, as he cries and sobs, disguised by a spell from his father, with the house-elf Winky watching and guarding him, who escorted him here, to the graveyard.

Barty thinks about it now, about that night, as he lies on Evan's grave and can't get up, and he thinks that he should have spoken when Evan could still hear.

[jerrsterrr]

heeheheheh fanboying

self insert folder.....

i need to add more obviously >_>

and SL self insert on tha main!!!

im having fun and its like an archive for all my art

heres Sleuth J!!

and a work in progress!!!!!!

i really like toyhouse and realized i can put up all my designs INCLUDING self inserts with fanfic reccomendations ANDcredit!!!!!!! Ive already gotten feedback on SolarLunacy and other fans there i am ultimate fanboying

[sayakashairclips]

NEW ART FINALLY YAYYY HERE’S A RANDOM SAYAKA CONCEPT I DID

to quickly explain my thought process behind this concept based off of the sayaka we see in the wnk trailers i was basically like “what if she was like an ice cream and her bandages are the cooler and when you take them off she starts melting” anddd boom!! (and also bc i wanted to make cheesy “i like my sayaka drippy” jokes)

PLEASE NOTE i did the drawing/lineart myself but my friend was the one who did the coloring + rendering so SHOUTOUT TO THEM!!! THEY DON’T HAVE TUMBLR BUT THEY MADE HER LOOK A LOT COOLER （≧∇≦）

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Bam and Prank go on a night run (Batwheels fanfic)

GUYS its almost midnight over here in Holland and i said im hoing to bed early tonight cuz i have a test for German tomorrow but i really wanna write fanfictions about Batwheels, like my urge to do it has taken over so here i am, but its late and i need to sleep but i dont want to sleep but its late and i need to sleep-

Anyway, this is just a bored fanfic, it doesnt contain any smut or explicit content, because these are cars AND underage, its just "i promise we are friends" stuff. So here ya go :)

Fanfic: Bam and Prank go on a night race (DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY PLEASE)

Bam felt shivers running trough his body hearing Prank laugh in the distance. It was late at night and he had sneaked out of the batcave to meet up with Prank at the Gotham Pier, like they promised. It was weird, because Bam had noticed Prank was becoming nicer to him, it seemed. The more missions went by, the more the fighting between him and Prank became a rivalry. At least, thats what he thought, maybe Prank insisted on this whole thing because he wanted to mock Bam for being a "scaredy bat" or something else silly. Or maybe he was just being nice. You never really knew for sure with Prank.

"HEY THERE BAT BRO!!" a loud, hyper voice knocked Bam out of his thoughts, startling him. "There you are! I knew you would come!" The Joker Van shot out of his hiding spot, laughing like a maniac, driving a circle around Bam and braking right in front of him. "Sorry, did i scare you? Still a scaredy bat?" He grinned.

Bam sighed. "Prank, why did you bring me here?"

"I wanna race you!" Prank giggled. He then reared and closed in on Bam.

"Its almost midnight!" Bam said, driving backwards. "People are sleeping! We can't just drive around in the city like idiots, we are way too loud, we'll wake everybody up!"

"Pff, youre no fun, bat boy," Prank said while rolling his eyes. "Stop being goody two tires for once, Bam. Its Saturday, tomorrow you can sleep all you want."

"How do i know that?" Bam asked.

"Because every dumbo knows what a weekend is," Prank replied.

"No, i mean, how do i know you and the rest of the zoomers won't be causing some kind of mayhem tomorrow, like you always do?" Bam said, closing in on Prank.

Prank wasnt intimidated. Instead he just grinned. "Because tomorrow, i will be sleeping like a bear, because i will stay up all night!" He then took a sharp turn and drove around while laughing.

"You know how bad that is for you, right?" Bam tried, realizing how "goody two tires" he was sounding. It embarrased him. "Oh, what am i saying..?"

Prank broke and gave Bam an unimpressed look. "Stop saying stuff like that, your killing my vibe, bro."

Bam swallowed.

"You know what you need?" Prank drove up to Bam. "A weekend race."

"Trough the city?"

"No, on Saturn," Prank said sarcastically. "Of course trough the city. More ground, more fun!" Prank took some distance, giving Bam more space. "So, you down?"

Bam thought for a minute. He knew the others weren't gonna be happy. MOE would ask him why he wasnt fully charged, before he knew Batman might need him... Bam shook his head. He just had to get home on time. "Yeah. Yes, i'm doing it!"

A smile appeared on Pranks face. "Yes! Finally! Lets go, Bamster!" He suddenly went full gas and drove into the city. Bam followed him.

"WEEEEEEEEE!!!" Prank cheered, knocking over a traffic cone. "HAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Youre having the time of your life, arent you?" Bam said while trying his best to keep up with Prank.

"I love night drives!" Prank yelled enthousiastically. "I can knock over every traffic cone and roadway sign, throw bricks at traffic lights, jump into fountains and start the junk fights i never have in the Scrap Yard!"

"Whats a junk fight?" Bam asked.

"Basically you play in a place with like containers and those little buildings with signs that always tell you you will die if you touch it, and you throw junk at each other," Prank explained while they took a turn. "Everyone wears a red little lamp, and when that lamp gets knocked off of you by a peace of junk, youre out. The last one driving wins." Prank giggled. "Its really fun, Bam! Especially when you play it without lamps and its just slap happy madness until everyone is tired and covered in junk."

"Does it have rules?" Bam asked, expecting a hyper "NOPE, HAHAHA!" But Prank answered:

"Only one. You can't physically touch eath other. If you lose a light when someone like knocks you over or something, it doesnt count. Oh yeah and the peeps that can fly either drive or can't fly above the rest. That rule we made for Quizz, because he kept taking massive amounts of junk and then throwing it at us from above. Wasnt fair."

"So thats why you made that rule?" Bam said.

"No, first we built a catapult and shot a junk ball at him, but it knocked him out of the sky and he couldnt fly for 2 days. Nice karma, but he wasnt happy. Then we made the rule." Prank laughed hysterically. "That was really fun! Well, maybe not for Quizz, but i have never laughed that hard in my life!"

Bam laughed at the thought of Prank and his friends shooting Quizz out of the sky with a ball of junk. As dumb as it sounded, Prank seemed to have much fun in his life despite committing so much crimes.

Prank jumped on a pair of dumpsters to climb up on a brick wall, on his way too the roof of the building they were at while giggling mischieviously.

"What are you doing? Bam said.

"I'm going up to the roof," Prank giggled as he used his grappling hook to go up. "I do this a lot."

Bam followed him again. He had never stayed out this late. It was silent in Gotham and normally he would be sleeping while charging in his garage, but now he was climbing to a rooftop of some building with Prank.

When they reached the top after a while, Bam saw it was lower then he thought. They could jump off of this.

"Whats the most fun thing you have ever done, Bam?" Prank asked while shaking off dirt from his tires.

"Well, our missions are always fun!" Bam said. "But i remember, last halloween we.. drove around town, chasing each other with lanterns and bringing candy around. Batman was driving with me, Batgirl was standing on Bibi throwing around candies and it was Robins first time driving Buff. We all had so much fun!" After that we kept laughing and talking about it when batman, batgirl and Robin went to sleep. Buff was super proud of Robin even though he had to assist a few times, he said, and Bibi wouldnt stop about Batgirl standing on her seating!" Bam smiled. "I wish we could do that next halloween."

"Wow," Prank said, surprising Bam, because Prank had actually listened to his story.

"Its cool, right?" Bam said.

"Yes," Prank said. "But honestly, youre always so disciplined, so sharp and super mature. I didnt really think you had that much fun in your life."

"I do wish i had a little more freedom like you sometimes. I always have to be near the batcave in case batman needs me, i have to drop everything i'm doing when theres an alert, i sometimes feel like i don't get much time to be a kid." Bam said. "From the moment i got my motherboard i had to take everything seriously. From that moment on already i had to be grown up. But i'm a kid." Bam stared at the street below him."

Again, Prank had listened. "Wow, Bam, i didnt know that." He stared too. "Sorry."

"No, its just, i love my work, but just a day or two in the garage, without training, alerts or someone behind my wheel, would just be really nice." Bam sighed. "Do you ever think that?"

"I always do what i want." Prank replied. "I never really have restrictions. Sure i was brought to life just so i could commit crimes, but last time Joker drove me, it was trough the McDonald's drive thru. And i live at a junkyard. I'm basically free to do whatever i want."

Bam sighed. "Can we continue driving?"

"What? Wanna go home?"

"No." Bam sighed again. "I want to drive as fast as i can. I realized how much i want that i cant do now, and i want to have fun and drive it off." He started his engine.

"Ooooh, there we go!" Prank revved his engine. "I'm following you!"

Bam jumped of the roof and zoomed through the street, not thinking of everything he was gonna knock over, not thinking of his route. For one minute, he just didnt care. After turning, he heard Prank whooping behind him and shouting encouragements.

"Fas - ter! Fas - ter!" Prank did a wheelie and catched up to Bam, driving beside him. "Youre fast, batbro!"

"I can go even faster!" Bam laughed while zooming off. "WOOOOHOOOOO!!"

"Go Bam!" Prank shouted. "Drive it out, bro!"

Bam found himself laughing. He was really enjoying this. He never thought he would drive late at night at full speed, especially not with Prank. But this was fun.

Prank was driving beside him again. They were both yelling and laughing as they zoomed down the dark streets of Gotham. This was definitley one of the best nights of Bams life. It didnt top the Halloween drive, but its was very fun and resfreshing. This was definitley happening again.

- Next day -

Bams eyes stung as he opened them. He yawned and stretched his wheels. They felt quite sore from all the driving last night.

Bam drove out of the garage where he found Bibi, Buff and Redbird playing a game. "Hey, Bam!" Buff drove up to him. "Slept well?"

"Yes, slept great," Bam nodded sleepily. "N you?"

"I stayed up reading comics with Bibi. Don't tell BC, please." Buff whispered.

"Bam?"

Bam turned around to see MOE beside him. "Oh, hey MOE!"

"Bam, you gotta charge up, you only have only 8% on your meter!" MOE gasped.

"Oh. Yeah. I - i'll do it." Bam drove into his garage while MOE attached him to the charger. "Totally worth it," he thought with a smile.

Luckily, neither MOE, BC or the other Batwheels questioned him. Bam rested a bit more, read some comics with Bibi and stood charging for a few hours, but not even halfway through he had already fallen asleep to his friends singing a song with BC.

"You gotta ro -o - o - oll with the changes..."

"Ro - o - o - oll with the changes!

You gotta ro - o - o - oll with the changes.."

"And it'll be alright!"

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Wrote this in an hour!! Hope you like it! Now i really gotta go eep xd <3