#they’re all so creative

[flojouno]

someone should make a list of skizz nicknames for each person. please.

[getonmybookshelf]

(@oqmemphis thank you for this spectacular new meme template)

[hallowclave]

Small but knowing wxs

[teddybearty]

So GOB 7 came out…and I don’t really care about it.

But I had a redesign for Syringeon sketched out soooo I drew a newer one last night + the “Givanium Infants” who are now adults and work as his nurses!!

More info below!

Simon is the lead doctor at the general hospital in town! He’s very strict when it comes to work and is pretty uptight all things considered. It took his lead nurses Jess and Jinn (both they/them) to give him more a social life!

They help him find love in Seymour (Dadadoo) and they’re happily married!!! 💕

Jess (the one not crying) is an attentive sweetheart that’s more of a listener than a talker. They’re the type of person that’ll give you a comforting smile and cheer you up when you’re feeling down.

Jinn meanwhile is just as quiet but is quick to emote when anything goes wrong. Usually they end up crying, maybe curled up in a corner with some calming YouTube videos. They really…just want a hug.

[hplonesomeart]

Guys call me crazy but I think the crazy robots would get along swimmingly. The tragic fact that these two don’t have more art interacting is an offense in my rule book and I have come to remedy that. They say you must manifest what you want to see in the world and this is me doing that jskjsksp. I will take initiative! Enjoy a smidgen of Mr. Puzzles and Mettaton art then. Although I think the only reason they initially decided to co-host collaborate together here was the prospect of getting more stars/ratings- because that’s show business babyyyy leverage off of famous people for viewssss/j

Also here is version without the speech/dialogue bubbles! Just two gay bots being fabulous and gossiping or something (platonically. Or you could lean into this being a ship I don’t really care lol). Maybe they’ll exchange some advice about the logistics of incorporating musical numbers in the boardcasts without losing too much revenue on the budget idk. Because if you think about it Mettaton did a musical number in a dress with Frisk and then Mr. Puzzles had his whole Creative Control moment. And both where marvelous performances by the way absolutely slay ✨

My “toxic trait” is supporting the theatrical livelihoods of fictional computers who have committed atrocities, and they both will probably never make an apology video for the attempted murders and trauma inflicting. Wow so girlboss of them :))

[sinful-lanterns]

Well, since you liked my previous posts so much for the Monster AU, let me indulge you with my absolute thirst for Drider!Garofano. 😌 Okay, so she's HUGE in terms of overall size, especially when it comes to the span of her spider legs. Honestly, she could give Hachishakusama!Sumire a run for her money. 😂 While I personally imagine that her human torso and arms would have some of the chitinous structure that arachnids have to serve as armor (or like clothes I guess), I also like to imagine that her spider half would be more furred and fuzzy like a tarantula.

That said, Drider!Garofano's really great for cuddling with, and she's more than happy to let Researcher curl up against her side or even underneath her fuzzy spider abdomen to keep the human warm! She'll be so sweet and devoted. I like to headcanon that she probably make amazing quality clothing with her silk webbing (as a fun little nod to her canonical tailoring abilities) for both Researcher and the other monsters, especially the ones not used to dealing with cold weather.

That's not to say that Drider!Garofano can't be fierce too! She's an excellent hunter, and despite her size, she can move almost silently when she wants to. Like many spiders, she can move ridiculously fast too because of her many limbs. With those two factors combined, she can rack up a prey kill count as easily as any of the animal monsters, but she'll definitely make sure Researching won't go starving anytime soon. Considering her age, and that she's lived so long at this point, I'm sure she might even also have a couple scars to show from territorial battles, fights for food, or even fights to get a prospective mate. Speaking of, during mating season, I headcanon that Drider!Garofano lures Researcher away further into the forest and courts her with a mating dance (not unlike how a Peacock Spider would I guess 😂) and even has a cache of fruits in offering to try and sweeten the deal. 😉 And because this IS Researcher we're talking, she accepts immediately... 😏 Cue Drider!Garofano using her webbing on the various trees around them both to make something like a sex swing for Researcher to rest in. She picks the little human up and puts her in it herself before carefully using a bit more webbing to bind her safely in place. Because of Garofano's size, it's not always that easy to get you both in a comfortable position to mate in although I'm sure Researcher usually tries her best in with an ass up, head down posture to better accommodate Drider!Garofano's ovipositor... 😌 With the swing though, Drider!Garofano can better see and touch her favorite human at her leisure. She always wants to make sure Researcher's comfortable before mating, so no matter how... excitable she is during mating season, Researcher's pleasure always comes first. It's always much easier to slip her eggs inside when her favorite human's already so nice and wet after all... Researcher's moans are so cute, so I can imagine Drider!Garofano's eyes go a little hazy with desire as she begins railing you, dreaming of the day that Researcher will lay a cluster of little drider eggs for her. After the last egg slips in, I can imagine Drider!Garofano gently untying Researcher from the swing before plopping herself back on the ground and tucking the human up against her abdomen. She curls a couple of her spider legs around Researcher, warming her against any stray chill in the air and to instinctively guard her against any potential attacks while sweetly feeding her the fruits and snacks she bought for Researcher earlier. She has to get the human's energy back up for another round or two... 😏 - 🌙 anon

AHDOWKDIE FUZZY TARANTULA GARO 🥺

Honestly I too, also pictured her with a chitinous exoskeleton structure for her spider torso, but Garofano being a fuzzy tarantula just fits her more methinks. I’m sure the Researcher just loves to be smothered by her when Garofano sits down on top of her (The Researcher asks for this often) and she loves running her hands through all the fuzz.

As for the actual mating aspect of Garofano and the Researcher, I can see Garofano doing this little thing where she taps some of her legs on the ground to indicate to the Researcher that she wants to mate. I’ve seen a video of a spider do this, but basically they raise their legs up really high and then do a small drumming sensation on the ground to alert any potential mates in the area that they’re ready to mingle. So just imagine…Garofano doing little tippy taps to let you know she’s horny and wants sex <3

Aghhhhhh Drider! Garofano is so cute but so sexy in so many ways! I love all your ideas for her, from the sex swing made out of webbing to Garofano bringing her mate little fruits and skewers of meat so you could replenish your energy. The Researcher definitely looks forward to mating times with Garo, especially if it means getting filled with that thick ovipositor of hers 🥵

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58

Gotham is a city with a lot of ambient ectoplasm, enough that the Fentons move here instead of Amity Park. Danny being a pretty smart kid being the son of 2 scientists gets a scholarship to Gotham academy where he makes friends with Tim and Damian. Well the 2 were only doing it at first because they wanted to keep an eye on them scientists rarely didn’t become rouges in Batman’s gallery so can you really blame them for being cautious?

Danny is telling them about the portal that they were trying to build and how it wasn’t working and how Danny felt guilty about it. The 3 venture down there when the parents are gone and Danny wearing his hazmat goes into the portal while the other 2 watch on. Danny trips and no one’s having a good time.

They decided to take Danny to Wayne manor until they can figure out what exactly happened to him, unfortunately Danny’s new powers act up and he winds up phasing through the floor into the basement… or more accurately the Bat cave.

[seasideoranges]

Okay so I’m still stuck on the fact that Bato has seemingly been forgotten about post-canon (comics etc) and it really got me thinking on why this happened, and it led to two conclusions.

A. Bato is seen as an incidental character. He served his specific purpose in the show for the narrative, and is no longer needed for stories post-canon.

If this is the case, then it’s just one I heavily disagree with. He’s been close friends with Hakoda since childhood, he is seen as parental figure to Sokka and Katara, even stepping in as a father figure to take Sokka ice dodging, something Sokka couldn’t do with Hakoda. In short, Bato is clearly very close to Hakoda and his family, and even if the stories post canon (looking at the comics) couldn’t find a place for Bato to serve a big role, it still struck me as odd that Bato is never seen again, or even mentioned in name, which leads to the second conclusion..

B. He really was just forgotten about. Blipped out of the universe.

And honestly (please correct me if I’m wrong), considering the fact that, again, Bato isn’t seen, not even mentioned by name, not even seen in a single panel as a background character, yeah, I think this is what happened lmao.

I’m gonna cut this off before this gets too long, but this isn’t just about Bato imo. I have a lot of thoughts about all the side/incidental characters in the show (Piandao, Jeong Jeong, Kanna, the list goes on and on) and how they’re handled post-canon. Basically, I think there’s so much potential in bringing these characters back and actually taking the time to explore them, which would expand the lore etc etc, and how it just.. isn’t happening haha.

[the-broken-pen]

could you write a snippet where hero and villain both show up at the same time to rescue civilian from supervillain please?

The hero’s pulse pounded in their ears, panicked and so loud–there was so much blood, oh god, they couldn’t tell where it was coming from–that they didn’t hear the villain behind them until they were slamming their elbow back into their ribcage. The villain caught it with one hand, running their gaze over the hero and their blood slicked hands as if assessing for injuries. When they did the same to the civilian, the villain went so still the hero wasn’t sure they were breathing.

The hero felt a little dizzy, actually, and they were trying incredibly hard not to cry, because that was their friend on the floor and they were never supposed to be involved in this–

“Hero,” the villain’s voice was stern, but not unkind. “Breathe.”

They choked on their next inhale, and the villain pressed against their chest with one hand until they breathed out again. There was something about the villain’s face, smooth and unyielding like stone, that pulled the hero into focus enough for them to suck in another breath.

“They need help,” they managed to gasp. The villain gave them a singular nod in confirmation.

“Yes. They do.”

“We need to–”

“You,” the villain interrupted, “need to calm down.”

“They’re dying.”

“And that’s not going to change if you’re too panicked to see straight. So take. A deep. Breath.”

Miraculously, the hero did. It was easier on the next breath, and the next, until their vision was clear and they could see the horror in front of them with all too much clarity.

The civilian was still breathing.

The villain released the hero’s elbow as soon as they realized the hero wasn’t about to panic again, grazing their fingers over the civilian’s tattered clothing in search of the worst wounds. They prodded something and the civilian winced, face bruised and entirely, blessedly, unconscious. “Pressure,” the villain gestured, and the hero. complied.

The hero knew better than to let up when the civilian, abruptly half-lucid from pain, tried to bat their hand away, but bile still rose in their throat.

“How are you so calm,” they said, and even they could tell their voice was slightly too close to hysterical. The villain glanced over at them, eyes dark, before ripping a makeshift tourniquet to tie around the civilian’s leg.

“I panicked once,” some memory, deep and dark and full of pain, flashed through the villain’s eyes. “I promised I wouldn’t do it again.”

The hero took the wad of cloth the villain handed to them, pressing it back down over the civilian’s stomach. It turned red under the hero’s fingers far faster than they would ever have wanted it to. Not that they would ever want it to, but if someone was bleeding they would at least want it to be slow–

“Oh,” they managed, voice strangled, and the villain took a moment to assess them once more. 

“Breathe,” the villain reminded. “They’re not dying. They’re beat up, but they’re stable. Emergency services are already on their way.”

The hero watched more blood well up around their hands. Pressed harder.

They would be digging red flakes out from under their nails for weeks.

“You’re normally calmer,” the villain remarked casually. If the hero’s brain wasn’t so stuck on the image of their friend bleeding below them, they would have recognized this for the distraction that it was.

“They didn’t choose this,” they whispered, throat raw. The civilian didn’t have powers, and they hadn’t chosen to use them for good or evil. They just lived, so kind and so normal.

“Neither does any other bystander,” the villain said.

“They’re my friend,” the hero willed the villain to understand, somehow, the enormity of this. The pain of knowing that it should have been them on the floor, that supervillain had done this because the civilian had been there and the hero had not.

A mistake of epic proportions. The biggest failure of their life. Not being there.

“So?”

“So it's my fault,” the hero’s voice broke, and they ducked their head down to hide the tears as they welled in their eyes. Distantly, they could pick up the barest trace of sirens, almost out of reach of their enhanced senses.

“Hero,” the villain said, voice gentle. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”

The hero shook their head–

“No, listen to me,” the villain’s voice gained an edge to it. “It’s not your fault. I pissed supervillain off this week. They know the civilian is my friend. This was deliberate to hurt me, and I need you to get it through your thick skull that there was nothing you could have done to stop this.”

The hero wasn’t sure who the villain was truly saying this to–the hero, themself, or the version of the villain that had panicked so long ago, and suffered for it.

“I could have–”

“You couldn’t.” The villain’s stare was all encompassing. The hero wanted to believe them. “Stop blaming yourself for the pain other people are causing.”

“That’s kind of my whole thing,” the hero tried for something light, airy. The both of them watched it fall flat off their tongue.

“No, it’s not. Your thing is saving people, not beating yourself up over everything you think you could have done better.”

The hero didn’t have a response to that. Just stayed staring at the villain as the ambulance skidded to a stop, the red lights flashing off the villain’s hair and eyes.

Someone reached for the hero’s hands, still pressed tightly to the wound, and they flinched away, gritting their teeth. 

The paramedic raised their gloved hands as if comforting an animal. “I’m here to help,” they said slowly. 

It felt terrible unclenching their hands, letting the paramedic take their place, sliding the civilian onto a stretcher an unending minute later.

The hero swallowed hard, knees numb against the pavement, and let the villain hook their arms under the hero’s armpits to haul the upright.

“Alright, there we go,” the villain murmured easily. The hero tracked the paramedics as they closed the doors of the ambulance. 

“I should–”

“No,” the villain interrupted. They seemed to be doing that more often than usual, the hero thought slowly. “You need to get cleaned up, and eat something.”

“I need to go to the hospital, I can’t just leave them alone,” the hero argued. They tried to jerk themself from the villain’s steadying hold, and failed.

“Trust me, they’ve got a whole team keeping them alive. They’re in good company.”

“I’m failing them.” It was an entirely irrational thought, but it stung in the hero’s chest, burning its way into their ribs as an ‘almost’ truth.

“You’re taking care of yourself so that you are able to take care of them. You can’t pour from an empty cup, and you're at empty. So, we’re going to get you some clothes that aren’t covered in blood, a sandwich, and go from there.”

The hero realized between one blink and the next that they were exhausted–bones aching and made of stone, dragging them down further with every second. By the time they reached the villain’s car, the only thing that was holding them up was the villain; the weight of panic and a too long day spent trying to save the entire city pressing down on them.

They were dumped into the passenger seat without fanfare, and if they weren’t so tired, they would have protested about the blood, or question how the villain had gotten their car here.

The villain slammed the door, settling themself into the driver’s seat a moment later. They dug through the center console, too dark for the hero to make out what they were grabbing, before they scrubbed the hero’s hands with a baby wipe. 

They had the engine started before the hero had a chance to look down at their own–now clean–hands.

“It’s not your fault,” the villain said again. Their tone left no room for argument.

“You keep saying that,” they watched as the city lights flickered through the car windows. “Why?”

The villain’s jaw clenched in the periphery of their vision. When they answered, it was so soft and quiet the hero almost didn’t catch it.

“Because nobody said it to me.”

The hero let their head slump against the window, half-asleep as they watched the roads vanish behind them.

“Hey,” they said quietly. They didn’t have to look up to know the villain’s attention was solely on them.

Sleep pulled on them until their voice was little more than an exhaled breath. 

“It wasn’t your fault.”

The villain sucked in a shuddering breath.

“It isn’t your fault.”

Before sleep managed to swallow them whole, the hero swore they caught a single tear streaking down the villain’s cheek.

[softestepiloguemisc]

do you ever just get so exhausted by the same characterization of characters in fanfic that you have to binge read hannigram fics??

like fanfic is riddled with characters wrestling with their morality and making sure they’re good people and if they even do something slightly morally wrong they’ll beg for forgiveness and apologize over and over again through stumbled rambling. and the characters feel guilty about the dumbest fucking shit like having sexual fantasies about someone and they spiral because “it’s not right and they don’t have the right to have sexual fantasies about that person”. and the romances are painfully all healthy and sweet and they have conversations about everything in depth.

like god fanfic is so filled with morality it can just be exhausting and sometimes i just need to read about two men who are unapologetic about how toxic they are and use murder and manipulation as foreplay.

[kittykatninja321]

Sometimes you across a fic that has an interpretation of your favorite character that is so clearly a result of only reading other fanfic and misunderstands multiple core aspects of the character that you just have to shake your head and exit out before you leave a hate comment

[prismkat]

Had a bit too much fun when drawing a variety of dees, now according to my friend I’ve accidentally made a version of Dee that snuck straight out of dimension MAB-3L

[nerdyenby]

Comic panels that are referenced in (or just remind me of) the movie

[catstar91]

Ok phandom peeps, I need to get something off my chest. I cannot stop thinking about it, it’s so funny that this happened to me!

So I’ve been casually perusing the DP fandom for a while, right? Like for several years at least! What can I say? I like art! So at various points I had talked to my aunt about some stuff related, like fun stuff about the phandom and the existence of ghost king aus and stuff. Recently though, I found a fanfic that I spent AN ENTIRE DAY reading and doing nothing else! Like I stayed up late the night before, woke up to immediately read more! I don’t normally read fanfics, let alone any long form story, cuz my attention span is shit and has been shit basically all my life! So in the evening when I was a good chunk of the way through the fic, I talked to my aunt about it! Cuz it’s funny! I found a lot of things in it very amusing and wanted to share!

And then she asked for a link…

The next thing I know, within a few months, probably 3 months later at most, my aunt starts telling me about phandom lore I had never even heard of before! She literally made an ao3 account!!! Guys I am floored! I’ve been idly watching from the shadows for so long, and then I accidentally get my aunt into the phandom and she starts telling me about a red duck candle that’s apparently been integral DPxDC lore for YEARS!

What have I DONE???

[dragons-and-pandas]

ofmd fandom celebrating djenks’ bday here’s what IM thinking about I would like to remember how guz khan got fired from the show with no warning and with no reason seemingly for being so vocally pro-Palestine and none of the creatives and producers reached out to him but djenks took Con out to lunch to “apologise” when Izzy died

Anyway I’ll never forgive this fandom for abandoning Guz like that and gaslighting those of us who tried to point out that the circumstances were v suspicious.

[byoldervine]

Me with my OCs