#who knows maybe ill make it an au

[zleepysnails]

i think ive seen mickey as a teenager somewhere in tumblr but tbh ive never seen teen mortimer. SO IM GONNA MAKE HIM MYSELF. AND yes hes emo

"mickey/mortimer would not act like that" SHHHHHH. SHHH. SH SH. NUH UH. SHHHHH. did you have the same personality when you were younger? no? THEN SHUT U

ignore the sudden style change here idk what happened

[neolxzr]

hey theyre happy in at least one universe (the one that exists in my brain)

[waterfrontcomplex]

what a lovely family i sure hope nothing bad happens to th

[slipperysheep]

after a gazillion years of not posting art because of silly art block (or pure demotivation), i'm finally here

what if i drew a crossbones comic cover as if it were a real copy?

well, that's exactly what i did!!!!

textless version below

you do not want to know how long it took for me to draw his right boot..

but yeah! cool stuff! i referenced a ton of old comic book covers for this

[starflungwaddledee]

kirbytober 2023 21 + 26 : fav characters + ship [ prev || next ]

putting this at the top because it's extremely important but i received a message implying that some folks headcanon these two as drastically different ages. you may headcanon whatever you like of course, but in my work i firmly think that they're both full adults who are at least 25+. this is abundantly clear in my work. i'm not interested in headcanoning any of them as literal children and i would never touch that shit. dni if you think that sort of ship would actually be okay. don't be a freak. thanks.

very typical to take your favs and then also shove them together but isn't that the point. anyway i have literally never seen anybody else ship them (if you're out there... hello... 😭) despite them both being very main characters and i don't know why?? they could be so cute i think...

they are both industrious adventurers, prolific hard-workers (team task doers), and a little cheekily competitive!

i think that bandee is no stranger to a wide variety of close and intense relationships; he's beloved by many and loves them all equally but distinctly in turn. magolor on the other hand has been sooo isolated and lonely for such a long-ass time, he barely knows how to be friends let alone really care for someone. bandee is smart enough to be suitably wary but kind enough to give him a chance despite that, which i think would knock him off his non-existent feet instantly. in reply, magolor could give him something unique by loving and prioritising him utterly singularly, in a way bandee wouldn't even have realised he was missing

in awtdy (pictured in the sketch page; if you see a tattered looking magolor in my art it's probably this au) in particular they are both thrown into the angst soup together and come out insanely trauma bonded at the hip. their friendship/relationship is central to the plotline; together they're working on a solution to the timeline anomaly, while also hiding that they even really know each other the whole time

[mythtiide]

its new years and my drawing ability has just completely exploded .. but we ball anyways

[uwuinhell]

Yo so I checked ao3 and apparently there's ZERO 2012 Donnie/reader coffee shop au fics??? Not even one??? Which is honestly a crime imo

SO I decided to do it myself. But I'm not currently proficient enough in writing fics to actually make anything. Maybe I just need to think about it more/harder...

So I'm writing a.. drabble.. headcannon.. thingamajiggy.. idk what they're called, honestly.

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2012 TMNT Donatello x Reader Coffee shop au ✨

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You work at a café, maybe a small mom and pop place, maybe one of a corporate line.

Maybe the café you work at is in a poorly-maintained area of the city and there's frequent power glitches.

(The café is used to this and is prepped for this scenario with at least one generator for all the appliances. As well as an abundance of candles and flashlights, which don't provide Fantastic lighting but it's enough to make by while they wait for power to come back.)

Donnie comes more often and stays a bit longer during these black outs. Otherwise he has only ever ordered to-go.

Donnie also prefers to come when it's less busy. Which is understandable, you don't like large amounts of people either.

Donnie disguises himself with a large hoodie (+ face mask?) and probably pants too. Or maybe a skirt, that'd be cute, I think.

Maybe he hides his hands with mittens or gloves. He'll play off the lack of fingers, if he's wearing gloves, saying it's because of an accident.

If he doesn't wear gloves or mittens he'll keep his hands in his pockets most of the time.

His skin is "like that because of a skin condition" he'll say. He only has 3 fingers because of a deformity, he'll say.

He either pays with straight cash or with a cash-app card. (Because how is a turtle gonna get money??) (The cash is taken from villains or found on the streets)

You don't question his behavior much, writing it off as him being insecure or shy or something.

After he returns a few more times you guys chat more and he meets you on your break to talk more.

After weeks, maybe months of him coming by to get his caffeine hit, it becomes your guy's normal to chill and chat on your breaks.

He also visits and hangs out before the café opens and after it closes sometimes.

[radioroxx]

hmmmm mal du pays thoughts tonight

[slabime]

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of eachother

and willow.

[vexingvorta]

Majora's mask should've been a spinoff rather than a direct sequel to ocarina of time. It could've been Ganons origin story for fucks sake, he literally was Just Some Guy once. Like just... Just imagine with me for a minute.

You are Ganon. You're the first man born to your village in a hundred years. That comes with a LOT of pressure, placed on you since childhood. Its not enough that you exist: they need you to be their king, a position you are far from ready for. When you come of age, you decide to do what all the other women do, you leave. Both to find yourself, and to find some momentary reprieve from the stresses and responsibilities you were meant to grow into.

You travel to another kingdom, Termina, where you become wrapped up in this FUCKED UP time loop. You die, over and over, one of the only people who remembers anything, one of the only people who can do anything to stop this terrible fate from befalling the world.

Eventually, you do it. The moon is returned to its place in the sky, the mask is sealed away once again, and you go home, tired and traumatized.

You saved the world. And nobody cares. No one gives a fuck, many of them don't even know what you did. As if the entire thing never happened. Traumatic years of your life had been maybe a week for the rest of the world.

Maybe you were around the mask for too long. Maybe its dark powers left an imprint, a deep scar on your mind. An itch you could never scratch. Or maybe... Maybe it was the people. The people who don't know, who don't care, what you went through for them.

Maybe YOU deserve to inherit the world, it was about time they paid you back for your good deeds. You saved this fucking world after all, what right does some bloodline king who's never gotten off his ass have to rule?

And then you find out about the triforce. This fairytale you've heard since you were a child is actually, factually, real. You can make this happen. And why shouldn't you? You don't just deserve the world, you ARE the world. You're why this world exists. You already may as well be a god, why shouldn't you inherit the power of one too?

You have to exist in this thankless, selfish world that only values you for what you can do for it. You deserve to exist on your own terms. You've fought tooth and nail for it already.

Im just saying, Majora's Mask would be a lot better, and OoT Ganon would make so much more sense, if he was who you played. If it was a prequel/spinoff rather than a shoehorned sequel. What if, rather than being some evil thing destined to be evil just because, what if he had his own reasons and motivations?

What if he looked at link, a child in the body of a man, who has for all intents and purposes, been through the same as him, and sees himself reflected in his tired yet determined eyes? Do you think he'd mourn what he'd become? Do you think he'd understand what would happen to Link, no matter how this went? Do you think he'd see himself as too far gone to stop now, or do you think he'd consider killing Link a mercy? A mercy he himself had not been granted, no matter how much he cried to the goddesses for help?

Do you think, when Link lands that final blow and he's taking his final breath, that he looked to the sky and shed a tear, thankful for it to finally be over?

Do you think when Zelda sent Link back to live a cursed childhood, he finally understood Ganon?

[skulgan]

Hm? TDAC is getting AUs already?

Oh well, that means I can make AU designs of Flauford!

Freakshow!Flauford: An AI who makes up a side-attraction of abominable botany. His favorite kind of fertilizer is rotting meat. Also he smells like rotting meat. He's a walking rafflesia patch.

He's still as enigmatic as ever, though he's completely mute and his demeanor generally comes off as significantly more idly threatening, what with more eyes to stare at you with that never blink. Ever.

If you need to get something done with this version of Flauford, you get it done and leave. Otherwise, stay out of his garden. Who knows what he might do if you somehow annoy him...

Carnival!Flauford: A lesser AI who takes up a job as a maid and/or janitor! Whenever a game needs cleaning or a stain needs scrubbing, Flauford is on-the-spot for all of your cleaning needs!

This version of Flauford is far more polite and she actually blinks regularly! But still speaks gibberish - that only other AIs can decipher, no less.

Based on a sunflower, she's a little ray of sunshine for everyone to enjoy! Well, almost everyone. Fortunately, if a master or guest is being unruly, she does have one thing she can do - give the aggressor a sweet, lovely, absolutely paralyzing death glare. Works some of the time!

Freakshow AU made by @hootbon, Carnival AU made by @sm-baby! They are both cool and cool and cool and cool and c-

[glamrock-freddy]

Hmgnhm coughing up an au. Have some undercooked doodles

[head---ache]

Character sheets that I made to be a little nicer to myself and help me keep track of all of my children and now I'm posting because there's nothing stopping me

[b0nelessdoodles]

Does he get a happy ending? (Please tell me he gets a happy ending, or at least an ending where he isn't left in utter torture)

you're in lucky bud 'cause for the most part he currently has a happy ending! at least in terms of like where he is at in the rp 'cause like i could always make things worse but i think he's suffered enough so he'll probably be fine

as of rn he's happily married to pure vanilla after the two finally stopped pining for each other and i love it for them both <3

[narikill]

thinking of making a comic about the first meeting of my lamb and the one who waits in my au. i think it's really ironic that they're terrified of death yet serve it :3

[triglycercule]

guys i havent written since may (for killer's birthday) but stupid silly swapinverse has been on my mind for a little bit and i threw together this silly (he has a panic attack and throws up) little short draft 4 swapinverse horror!!

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“hah… ah… oh god… no, no, nonono…”

he ran. sprinted through the forest like a frightened deer, his demeanor that of prey, although his previous actions aligned more of a predator. panting and shaking, his mind cycled through countless variations of how to react to what just happened, what he just did.

how should he react? how could he react? it was impossible to tell for him in the panicked state. and as the trees in snowdin slowly began to surround him (but weren't they always doing that?), paranoia couldn't run anymore. he was surrounded, he was blocked off, he couldn't escape. not from horrortale, not from snowdin, not from the dusty graveyard he had just left it, and not from the blood smeared across his mouth.

“no, i- what did, what did i do? paps, snowdin, even-undick, no, it-”

paranoia’s incoherent rambles brought his hands to wander across his face, tugging at the massive hole in his skull spanning majority of the left side of his head. picking at the chipped bone didn't help, it never did, but a nervous habit was unbreakable, and he was more than nervous in this moment. in fact, quite terrified. everything was terrifying. he was terrifying. and as the slightest hint of red blood touched his sleeve, the once red, now magenta eye quickly locked onto it, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

“fuck- oh god, no, aliza-!”

falling to his knees, a disgustingly gorey mess of red, pink, and black spilled from his mouth. sounds of retching and hurling were all that filled the empty forest, and paranoia couldn't bear to look down and see the mess he’d made. the mess he’s caused. wasted food, he would've said. but that statement normally only applied to others. he never imagined using it on himself. choking on his spit and certainly not his blood, tears fell from his eye, joining the vomit and blood seeping into the snow. strange. paranoia didn't think he had enough magic to even shed tears anymore. just for the bare necessities. he managed to surprise even himself, after all this time.

but could it be could be considered surprise, or rather terror? he fit up to his name, certainly horrified at his own actions. forcing out as much of the grossness he could that he’d just consumed, paranoia couldn't help but look down at what he’d done.

red. a lot of red. too much red. he’d never been queasy before, never. he had to adapt to it, being the one to hunt down humans that ran or sneak up on those when times got desperate. there was no time or need to be queasy at what he even considered his job before. a duty he had to do.

but now, there was too much red. far too much red. and he didn't know why, although he totally knew, but paranoia couldn't stomach it. he just threw his guts out (shouldn't they be aliza’s guts, or no?), and here he was, wanting to throw up until his SOUL shattered. his SOUL cycled through those strange 4 shapes, unsure of which to settle on. he couldn't blame it. paranoia himself was unsure of what was even going on anymore. he wanted to run, but was frozen. he wanted to scream, but didn't know who at.

everything was contradicting. everything was going on, and not enough was given for paranoia to understand how to deal with it. and with a muttered curse, he flopped on his side onto the somehow dry snow, losing consciousness in the haze of fear now intermingled with his SOUL.

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ik theres probably grammar mistakes i wrote this on my phone,,,, but like idk. had idea for a little moment in paranoia's lore and i sure as hell didn't wanna draw it so i wrote it as an easier media! god this is so much easier compared to drawing idk why i dont do this more often (because youre lazy silly!) anyways swapinverse silly i love swapinverse. i've only thrown up like never so i dont know if this works. also never had a panic attack (i think) and AGAIN i dont know if this is accurate but whatever i dont write to be good i write for expressing my ideas. like everything i do