#macaroni au

[roseverdict]

A New Normal

After the events of the Nether Battle, Mango and Purple try to figure out where they stand with each other. When Purple sees Mango as a father figure (and has serious baggage regarding parental authority) and Mango is still trying to regain control of his temper (after all, he'd been in a grief-stricken rage for months beforehand), however, things don't always go as planned.

Sometimes they react on instinct in the worst ways possible.

Also on AO3! link in rbs so tumblr doesn't hide this haha

so. i'm writing abt sticks now. the adhd event is UNREAL this month fdsahfjkslfhlsdj hurt/comfort bc i just Can't Not

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Mango flicked through his wallet and grimaced.

As it turned out, a side effect of pouring himself into his quest for vengeance had been focusing purely on that. Not on anything that could have happened after.

(Of course, Mango knew the real reason for his shortsightedness had been far more deliberate, but he didn't really want to unpack all of that quite yet.)

As a result, his spending habits had worked under the belief that he wouldn't need to worry about money once he finished the job. Getting ahold of a command block without going into Minecraft himself had cost him quite a pretty penny, and so had the constant purchases of metals and magics.

And yet, here he was, dethroned, directionless, and somehow done with his plans anyway.

His wallet and the measly handful of bills inside were mocking him.

He would need to figure out a way to build his savings back up, and fast, or else-

"Uh…hey, Mango," came Purple's voice from the kitchen/den/entryway, "did you want me to start on dinner? I think I'm getting pretty decent at boxed macaroni."

Mango closed his wallet and poked his head out from the bedroom hallway. "Sounds good. I'll be right out."

Purple nodded and walked just around the corner, and Mango heard them start running the faucet.

Mango stepped back and slumped against the wall. Hopefully he'd be able to scrape together enough for a grocery run soon; he wasn't sure how many more days in a row he could eat macaroni before he got sick of it.

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through Stickdeed. There had to be something out there somewhere that paid enough to support two people instead of just one person- and one person who was able to cheat and spawn his own food into reality, at that.

He scrolled almost mindlessly past the dozens he'd already applied for in the past few days, already knowing that any more attempts would get him a "Sorry, you've already applied here!" page and nothing else. There looked to be one from a small, locally-owned business on the outskirts of town that had just opened up recently, so he sent in his resumé and went looking for the next one-

Something crashed to the ground in the kitchen with a clatter and a splat, and Purple yelped in surprise.

Mango was already scrambling out into the main room by the time he fully processed what he'd heard, and by that point he could already see the absolute mess of moist noodles on the floor, the newly-dented pot rolling slowly away, and the completely-frozen Purple standing between the sink and the stove.

No, wait, on a closer look, Purple was shaking slightly.

Oh boy.

"Purple?" asked Mango, carefully stepping forward.

As if jolted into motion, Purple dropped down to the floor and hastily started scooping the fallen pasta back into the pot. "I-it's fine, nothing's broken, haha, I just dropped it but I'll take care of it, I promise-"

"Purple, breathe," Mango pressed, stepping a little closer.

This got Purple to breathe, but much too quickly to be any good. "Y-you don't have to worry, I'll get this cleaned up and get dinner going i-in just a few!"

And in a moment that he immediately regretted, he snapped:

"Purple, listen to me!"

Purple went as still as a statue, then nodded meekly.

Right away, Mango wanted to hit himself. Barely a week after the Incident and he was already blowing it. Good going, genius.

He swallowed, then tried again. "Look, I promise I'm not mad at you. It's probably a good idea for you to go cool down a bit, alright? I'll get this cleaned up."

Blankly, Purple nodded, then got up and walked stiffly away.

Mango dropped his head into his hands.

He wasn't sure which would be worse: if he'd done all of that to Purple himself…

…or if somebody else had gotten the ball rolling for him.

Still, the mess wouldn't clean itself up.

Mango picked up where Purple had left off and scooped the remaining noodles into the dented pot, nearly scalding himself in doing so before he remembered he still had a roll of paper towel on the counter.

How hadn't Purple reacted to the heat of the water? Or of the noodles, for that matter-

-and that was enough thinking about that sort of thing for one night. He was already spiraling; he didn't need to make it worse.

A glint of light got in his eye when he shifted to collect the last few noodles, and when he looked for the source, the framed photo of himself and Goldenrod reflected the setting sun directly into his eyes.

Mango sighed, hefted the pot onto the counter, and picked up the frame.

Goldie sat on his shoulders, draping himself over Mango's head and waving to the camera with one hand. Mango himself was caught mid-laugh.

The two of them looked so happy.

What would his son think of him now?

He let himself sag a little, then steeled himself and marched himself to the bedroom hallway.

(Well, it felt like marching, anyway. To any outside observers, it probably would have looked more like a nervous shuffle.)

His own door was still closed, as it had been before, but Purple's door, usually open save for when they were trying to sleep, was closed as well.

Mango took a steadying breath, lifted his hand, and knocked gently. "Purple? You okay in there?"

"…yes."

Mango bit back the instinctive urge to point out how stilted their response had been and instead turned so his back was leaning against the door. "That's…that's good to hear."

God, how was conversation so difficult?!

"I, uh…I wanted to apologize," said Mango, fiddling with the frame in his hands. "I snapped at you earlier when you were already panicking. I, uh…I shouldn't have done that. I could probably blame it on my temper, but that wouldn't change the fact that I still raised my voice at you when it was the opposite of a good idea. I'm…I'm sorry, Purple."

There was no response.

Mango grimaced. "I…I can't guarantee that I won't slip up like that again. I think I'd been so focused on my plans for so long, it's…it's hard not to slide right back into that mindset. I can tell you that I'll try, however. You deserve at least that much."

Still nothing.

After a moment more, Mango slid down until he was sitting at the base of the door. With a bitter smile, he snorted. "Don't know why you stick around, honestly. I…I hurt you with a lot more than with a frustrated order. You didn't deserve any of it, but I still gave it to you anyway."

His mind helpfully brought up how often he'd snapped at, swiped at, and even (in one particular noteworthy instance) slammed Purple into the ground several stories below.

"You're a good kid, y'know that?" Mango was saying now, no longer quite as able to keep his mouth in check and scrubbing at his eyes with one hand. "You deserve so much better than an angry old man like me. I'm so sorry, kid, I-"

The door opened inwards, and Mango felt himself tip backwards for a moment ("Whoa-!") before he was being twisted around and clung to like a lifeline.

He swallowed the rising lump in his throat and shifted slightly so he could return Purple's hug without his lower back screaming at him.

Purple sniffled into his shoulder, then managed a quiet, "S'okay."

It really wasn't, said a part of Mango's mind that had been all-too-happy to come back to life that day in the Nether. The kid shouldn't be just accepting this, what the hell?! Who hurt them? Besides Mango himself, of course.

"…you wanna go out for dinner?" asked Mango unsurely. "Maybe…I don't know, pizza or something?"

Purple snorted wetly and nodded. "Sounds good. And…you're not that old."

#animation vs minecraft #avm #avm purple #avm mango #avm king orange #avm fanfic #rosie writes #sticks #WHEN THE FAMBLY FOUNDS............... #purple *stitch liloandstitch voice*: it's little and broken but still good. yeah. still good #mango: huh??? we've both got problems up the wazoo tho??? #I'M #I #I HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS FOR STICK FIGURES RIGHT NOW #macaroni au

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Revival

1 | 2 | 3 Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After a truly miserable experience, Kris is revived back in Ralsei's castle and can take a bit of a breather. Maybe some forbidden arcane knowledge can solve their problem!

#lynx art #Eldritchrune #deltarune au #kris #ralsei #cw: dehydration mention #the macaroni manual comes in handy! #and Ralsei definitely doing his best to endear the eldritch beasts to them

[walnutcookie]

I FINISHED THEM ALL!!!! heights may not be accurate but i dont care<3 rogueforts hat is so fucjing big it makes them look taller than cheddar

unless i decide to add linzer and latte but im finished FOR NOW

these are my headcanon designs for some of my favorite characters !! :] free to use with credit, please lmk if you use them as id love to see!

rbs appreciated!

#i kind of already posted these seperately but i want them all in one post too it makesme happy #if i do linzer anf latte ill just edit this one #cookie run #cookie run fanart #walnut cookie #cappuccino cookie #langue de chat cookie #almond cookie #macaroni cookie #roguefort cookie #cheddar cheese cookie #my art #universe a au

[danganronpa-mm-au]

hey! i just found your art and i absolutely love the different creatures you drew them as. i was just wondering if you could do a ferret Kokichi.

#ok who's gonna throw him in a box of macaroni #danganronpa #mythical monster au #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa v3 #kokichi oma #anon request #I'm not a furry #I swear

[kgthesillyclown]

Since they are "macaroni" and "cheddar cheese" I decided to make them a version if they were from the golden cheese kingdom :33

#cookie run kingdom #crk #macaroni cookie #cheddar cheese cookie #mac n cheese #Fanart #Art #au? maybe?

[flowerbarrel-art]

A couple drawings for Reconfigured Dark AU (Dark and his friend Olive). Also some redraws of Asks from a long time ago about baby Stick Alan, Dark, Cho, Second and Macaroni.

#Alan Becker #AvA #AvM #TDL #TCO #TSC #Purple #Macaroni #Olive #OCs #Stick Alan #FlowerBarrel Art #Reconfigured Dark AU

[macaronisfreeprompts]

Ok so

2012 TMNT last Ronin au with a rise twist

In the episode in which Mikey goes to dimension x the portal breaks and his brothers can't follow him through and Mikey gets stuck in dimension x

Because of this his brothers get stressed out trying to fix the portal that when the invasion starts they are more than unprepared

Yada yada, things happen and maybe a year or so later Mikey is able to get back from dimension x,(probably found a krangs portal or smth) now hes been in dimension x for a VERY long time, so he's probably a good bit older now, and when he gets out he is shocked to see new York completely destroyed and taken over by krang

He tries to find his brothers and family but is attacked by some krangs, he manages to hold himself up for a good while but is quickly getting out numbered and then gets knocked out

That's when April and a few other survivors jump in and fight hold off the krangs long enough so they can get Mikey back to their base

After a quick reunion Mikey questions April about where his brothers are, and April has to break the news that they had already died

This obviously makes Mikey devastated and he goes into a grief filled breakdown

Some time after he calms down April explains something's to himg

She is the leader of the resistance against the krang, it's not that big of a group but strong (members could be like some other mutanimal members, karai maybe, and some other TMNT characters from other illiteratios ) she also introduces him to someone else

Casey's little sister Angel, after Casey died Leo took her under his wing until he too died, she really looked up to Leo and considered him her mentor (so like very Casey jr coded) she had heard stories about Mikey from his brothers and was very excited to meet him

After some other stuff (idk I'm lazy) Mikey starts his journey to defeat the krang, along with Angel who has already attached herself to him

What happens next is up to you, whether Mikey succeeds or fails is in your hands :)

#Agh! first actual post #wild #i made this blog aged ago lmao #anyways #if you want to write something with this you are totally allowed #all my promnts are free #happy creations #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #2012 mikey #mikey tmnt #the last ronin #the lats ronin au #story prompt #prompts #fic prompt #au idea #macaroni promts #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[thatonemacaronikid]

Ok ot sure if this is a thing already but

A 2003 TMNT au in which all of Don's brothers get the injuries they had in the dimension he went to during SAINW and now Don is even more traumatized

First Raph loses an eye

Then Mikey loses his arm

And then Leo loses his sight

And Don's rolling on the floor traumatized as his brothers (two of them atleast) look at him like "you good bro?"

If this is already a thing please tell me I'd love to see it

#tmnt #2003 tmnt #tmnt 2k3 #2003 donnie #2003 raph #2003 mikey #2003 leo #tmnt sainw #sainw au #macaroni's dumb dumb ideas

[pillowspace]

HI SO SORRY TO SEND A SECOND WIP ASK AFTER YOU. DIDN'T RESPOND TO THE FIRST ONE (which is fine /gen !!) BUT ERM

SO FIRST OF ALL HERE'S WHAT I'VE GOT SO FAR BUT UH... I NEED HELP WITH. MENO. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THE REST OF THE OUTFIT

I'm gonna work on the backgriund while I ponder Meno...,.,..,,,

HII, I planned on replying to the last one with how it looks as if Sunna is looking up at the video in fear. Sunna's like "no... no!!!! Minecraft!!!!"

I LOVE IT, CHEERING, IT LOOKS SO COOL!! <3<3 ponder Meno like the orb

#ask #celestial sundown au #edit: failed to ignore your previous asks #i was on this post for like several minutes while eating macaroni

[ax3-e0ns]

I feel like Patton would feel so guilty when he saw Remus after that

I mean, he would... but also everyone would be confused by this bc he does take on the role regardless of knowing.

(click the image for full resolution)

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #also Remus is eating Macaroni & cheese ice cream #yes that is a thing #Octo+frog=Spider? #O+F=S? AU #my art #my artwork

[roseverdict]

Approaching the Roche Limit

Immediately after the events of the Dark Lord's failed invasion of the digital world, a conversation is had between two sticks with unimaginable power that somehow doesn't devolve into another no-holds-barred brawl.

No, the Chosen One doesn't quite know how they managed it, either.

(or, i am still very much thinking about morally questionable stick figures. i have Big Plans™ but i need to set up how we get from ava5 to the Big Plans™ so IT'S SEGWAY TIME! mild language from the bogeysticks but nothing too serious imo. ao3 link to come shortly so check rb's if it's been more than a few minutes!)

〜

By the time Chosen made it to where the mountain used to be, the sky had gone dark and the dust had settled.

Mostly.

There had been people out here during the day, news reporters and curious onlookers and the like, but Chosen had waited until they'd all gone home or set up camp for the night before sneaking past and climbing into the crater.

Dark lay there, unmoving and unaware of the world around them.

Chosen sighed and slid down the crater's side to them. "Oh, Dark…What's become of us?"

Dark didn't answer.

Chosen just shook their head and knelt down beside their oldest friend, removing and pocketing Dark's power-amplifying armbands before hefting them up into their arms. "C'mon. We should get going before someone gets curious enough to come looking down here."

"…Ch's'n…?"

They felt their heart stop as Dark shifted in place and blearily looked up at them, though Chosen couldn't say for sure how much of it was from joy and how much of it was pure dread. "Hey. I think we ought to talk about some things."

Dark didn't react for a long moment, then nodded silently.

Chosen nodded back, then got to their feet, crouched down-

-and leapt away, clearing the crater in an instant.

〜

Dark spent the next however-long in…well, in darkness. Occasionally, something would break through the haze, be it a dim flash of imagery or a distant sound, but for the most part, it was like a blanket had been thrown over the world, rendering it dull and fuzzy.

"…ell were you even func…" mumbled Chosen at one point.

"…rupted after spending so long with…" they muttered sometime later.

"…orry. This might hurt a li…" they said after that.

Something pinched in the deepest corners of Dark's being, and they couldn't keep themself from grimacing at the sensation as it grew more and more all-encompassing.

"…rry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry-" Chosen was saying now, continuing to repeat the word like it was the only thing keeping themself steady as they did whatever it was they were doing.

Dark could only groan and try to curl inwards, only to find themself too weak to do even that.

There came a feeling of something snapping within Dark, and suddenly the pain let up.

"It's done," said Chosen's voice.

Dark's head felt heavy as lead, but they forced it to turn enough for them to look at Chosen. They tried to ask what the other had just done, but all that came out was a weak-sounding questioning noise.

"There was corruption in your code," said Chosen. "I got a screenshot of it, and I can show it to you once you recover a little more. Just…focus on resting for a bit first, alright?"

Dark turned the thought over in their head, taking what was probably too long to be healthy to process it fully, then nodded slowly.

As they drifted back out of consciousness, a gentle pressure took their hand and squeezed.

Dark squeezed back.

〜

When Dark finally regained their bearings, the world was quiet and calm.

A look around showed them that they were back in the house they and Chosen shared, and the window gave them a wonderful view of the night sky.

Something shifted their left hand, making them realize that, while one hand rested atop their chest, the other hung over the edge of the bed they'd been laid upon. Next to them, slumped over in a chair and gripping Dark's hand, was Chosen.

Chosen mumbled incoherently and shifted slightly again.

They were asleep.

On instinct, Dark braced themself for the ever-present wave of instinctual bloodlust that came over them nearly every time they saw Chosen…

…only for nothing to happen.

Dark blinked.

They looked away, then looked back.

Still nothing.

Chosen blinked blearily awake, but upon noticing Dark, they seemed to snap awake fully. "You're up. How do you feel?"

"Like I got my ass handed to me by a kindergartener," Dark quipped weakly. "Probably because I did."

Chosen chuckled at that, though they quickly fell silent before… "I…I really do appreciate the gesture. Where you were aiming."

Dark scowled down at the bandages wrapped around their chest. "Coulda fooled me."

Chosen stiffened, then visibly forced themself to relax. "And this is part of what I was hoping to talk about once you woke up. Dark, I…"

"You what?" Dark snapped. "You were getting cold feet about a plan that, by all rights, was yours in the first place?"

"I just wanted to get back at Noogai for hurting me for all those years!" Chosen insisted, standing up and letting go of Dark's hand. "I didn't want to take down the entirety of humanity's international infrastructure!"

"Oh, so wreaking havoc is perfectly fine, but you draw the line at utter destruction?" Dark snipped dryly. "A bit late for those morals to show up, don't you think?"

"What I was fine with was destroying the websites that hosted the popups I was forced to block for years!" spat Chosen. "Using our powers to play the world's games our way! Not annihilating millions of devices belonging to millions of humans who've never even thought to do us wrong! Not terrorizing other sticks and murdering them just because they didn't want us to hurt their friends!"

"You signed on for this when you became my ally!" Dark shouted. They wound up coughing for a moment, but then, with even more venom, "I'm the Dark Lord, remember, oh, great Chosen One? That's what I am!"

"You were only coded to seek and destroy me, and you were able to break past that!" Chosen exclaimed. "I'd thought that once we were finished with everything, we could-!"

Dark laughed bitterly. "We could what? Sing kumbayah around a campfire for the rest of our days?! Did you really think you would be get the choice between 'all-powerful evil ally' and 'happy friendship times' when everything was said and-?"

Chosen's hands slammed onto the mattress, and in a voice like thunder-

"YOU THINK I WANTED TO CHOOSE?!"

Dark fell silent, staring up at Chosen as they glared down at them. Their eyes may have only been metaphorically flaming, but it still burnt as if they were blasting Dark with their lasers at full power.

Was Chosen…tearing up?

"I never wanted to choose," Chosen said, a lot quieter and a little thicker. "You're my first and closest friend, of course I didn't want to have to choose between you and…well, anything. You just…you kept seeking out more and more destruction. Even with a name like 'The Dark Lord,' things were getting out of hand. I didn't realize my suspicions were right on the money until I patched you up from your beatdown courtesy of the Second Coming."

Dark watched mutely as Chosen handed them two sheets of paper, each of them a printout of programming that Dark thought they'd known as well as their own color code.

"This one," said Chosen, pointing to the printout showing an unhealthy mass of red numbers and letters spreading across the entirety of the program, "shows how your code looked when I first got you home. This one," this time gesturing to the other sheet and its much cleaner lines of code, "shows how it looks now."

Dark glanced between the two pages, and though it took them a moment, they noticed that the source of the tumorous code in the first seemed to be the very first line: a simple mission statement with its target completely illegible.

mission.The_Dark_Lord = destroy(▒▒▒_▒▒▒▒▒▒_▒▒▒);

"Noogai put that into you. Only that. From the very moment of your creation, that has been your driving force," Chosen said coldly. "As soon as we joined forces, that core part of your code became a conflicting statement with everything you unconsciously put there yourself, and the longer we went on our merry reign of terror, the more deeply entrenched the surviving code became."

Dark looked to the other sheet, only to freeze.

There, in the first line, commented out but still clearly visible without the corrupted characters obscuring it, was the full version of their 'mission statement.'

mission.The_Dark_Lord = destroy(The_Chosen_One);

"I had to comment it out- the corruption was spreading through the rest of your code unchecked while you were passed out. Once I did, the corruption receded and revealed the line in its entirety. It's up to you whether we remove it for good or put it back to the way it was." Chosen stood back up and turned to leave. "I'm not making that choice if I can help it, either."

Dark watched them leave, unable to string their thoughts together in a way that made sense before the door slammed shut behind Chosen.

〜

The morning dawned in a wash of grays and whites.

Chosen awoke feeling drained. Judging by the fact that the house was still standing, Dark hadn't gone rogue yet. Hopefully, that would turn out to be a good thing.

They trudged into the kitchen and got themself a glass of coffee, then, after a moment of deliberation, poured a drink for Dark, too. A bit of coffee, a lot of sugar, and then they were off to Dark's room with the two cups in hand.

Upon opening the door, they saw Dark slumped back against the pillow, asleep. The printouts were held against their chest with one hand, the other having flopped over the edge of the bed. As Chosen entered the room, however, Dark jolted awake, seemingly confused for a moment before they caught sight of Chosen and their expression sank.

Chosen tried not to read anything into it.

They sat down at the chair they'd left at Dark's bedside and set the two coffees on the nightstand. "Feeling any better?"

Dark made a noncommital grunt, looking down at the printouts in their hand blankly.

Chosen sipped at their coffee and focused on a spot in the corner. Sitting in silence was much better than the two of them screaming at each other.

It took a bit, but eventually, Dark spoke up. "The Entire Web."

Chosen blinked. "Hm?"

"Or The Entire Net. It could have been either," Dark said dully. "The corrupting part of my code. It would've had the same number of letters as 'The Chosen One,' and it would've fit, considering my plans for the Virabots."

Chosen had to admit, it did fit.

"I don't want to let that bastard have any sway over me," Dark hissed, their grip on the readout of the original, corrupted code tightening and crumpling the page.

Chosen nearly choked on their coffee, but managed to turn it into a regular swallow before setting the cup down. "Are you saying…?"

"Delete it," Dark confirmed. "I've got enough of my own handiwork in me that it shouldn't kill me or anything. After that…I don't really know."

Chosen set their coffee aside, then got to their feet. "Since the code is already commented out, I should be able to get rid of it without causing any more pain, even while you're awake. Did you want me to do that now, or…?"

Dark hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Before I think for too long and change my mind."

Chosen nodded back, then pulled their laptop out from the end table and opened it up, the program editor still open from their patch job on Dark. A quick click, drag, and delete, and the offending line of code was gone.

"Done."

Dark blinked. "You were right. That was painless."

Chosen chuckled quietly and set the laptop aside as quickly as they'd taken it out. "Perks of having the code already separated from what you're currently running on."

Dark shrugged and nodded, seemingly unable to think of a comeback.

"Here," said Chosen, picking up the second cup of coffee and holding it out. "If you want it."

Chosen watched as Dark warily took the cup and had a sip. Their eyes lit up, (metaphorically, anyway,) but all they did was hunch their shoulders and glance away. "…thanks."

Chosen nodded and picked up their own coffee again, taking sips from it every time they felt their eyes try to flutter shut.

Eventually, though, they ran out of coffee, and as they drifted out of consciousness, a gentle pressure took their hand and squeezed.

Chosen squeezed back.

〜

That evening found the two of them on the roof of their house in the country, sitting in relative silence.

"Heh, look up there," Dark finally said, lifting one heavy arm to point at the lights in the sky. "Looks like a pencil again."

Chosen chuckled quietly. "I wonder if any of them know they're all in the same group chat. Or whatever-it-is that's keeping them all up, really."

"Probably not. Humans tend to be either really stingy with their information or way too willing to share it," remarked Dark.

"You have a point," Chosen admitted.

The conversation petered back out for a moment, then Dark cleared their throat. When Chosen looked, Dark had averted their eyes and seemed almost…nervous? "So, uh…you mentioned 'appreciating the gesture' earlier, and you said you were perfectly fine with revenge on Noogai, but then when we fought…um."

"You're wondering why I teamed up with the man after everything he did," said Chosen. It wasn't a question.

"…yeah, that."

Chosen sighed. "Initially, I intended to just destroy the whole machine with the virus inside. Stop it before it could spread, but not exactly in the most delicate way I could. It was Noogai's PC, after all."

"But you didn't," Dark pointed out.

"But I didn't." Chosen sighed again and looked up at a point in the distance, vaguely in the direction of the Ohio-based IP addresses that helped make up the sky, where the tip of the 'pencil' happened to be. "It took me some time to get from the internet cable into the desktop itself, and when I got there…well, you saw those colorful sticks that stepped between us."

Dark blinked in surprise. "Wait, they came from Noogai's computer?"

Chosen nodded. "All five of them. Or at least, that's where the five of them had made their home. The four with solid heads, their code seemed to be a bit different from yours or mine, but that didn't stop them or the Second Coming from trying to fight off the Virabot. I even saw Noogai tapping frantically at the screen with a stylus, as though trying to drag the Virabot away from the trapped sticks."

Dark gawked at them. "This is Noogai we're talking about, right? The Animator who acts like he's above all of us just because he's out there and we're in here?"

"The very same."

"Huh," Dark said. Then, "If you think I'm just gonna 'forgive' him just because he's being more subtle or something-"

"Then I'd be a damn hypocrite," said Chosen.

That got Dark's attention.

Chosen sighed once more, struggling to put their thoughts into words. "Those younger sticks, they seemed so protective of him, as if they've never known what it's like to be chained and imprisoned and forced to dance along to someone else's whims, but I do. I was. He may have 'turned over a new leaf,' but I don't think I'll ever find it in myself to forgive him. At the same time…I've already gotten my revenge, and he hasn't earned any more from the sticks now in his care. If they've found him to be a suitable guardian…I won't act directly on my grudges unless I'm given a reason to."

"…huh," said Dark again. Then they elbowed Chosen. "And you don't want to get your ass handed to you by a kindergartener."

Chosen couldn't stop the surprised laugh that burst out of them. "Well, yes, that too, I suppose."

The two of them chuckled together, and for the moment, everything was okay. Maybe in a bit, Dark would decide to go their own way. Maybe they wouldn't.

But in that moment, as the night owls' IP addresses twinkled like stars in the sky, it was just the two of them.

#rosie writes #animator vs animation #ava #ava the chosen one #ava the dark lord #post-ava5 #sticks #YES i know this has been done before #but i'm DOING IT AGAIN!!! >:DDD #also this is gonna be the same continuity as that one one-shot i did with purple and mango so >:3c #macaroni au #also the title is bc fridge finally made me experience kirby and the forgotten land lmao

[dimorphodon-x]

While it’s supposed to be discouraged, Starhawk pretty much embraced his human background after confirming that his guardian, Paul, really wasn’t a giant bird.

Even after growing up and leaving Solclave’s care, he relapsed back into the more familiar human customs he grew up on, visiting Paul on occasion to ask for things. He knows how to get his foster dad to give him almost anything he wants.

It’s a miracle Paul still has his license to foster birdformers.

#also his necklace is made up of wooden beads and macaroni #arts and crafts was a favorite activity when hawk was little #my art #transformers #transformers oc #starhawk #birdformers au

[walnutcookie]

doomed one sided mac n cheese yuri

(at least. one sided for now)

#cheddar cheese cookie #macaroni cookie #cookie run #cheddar cheese x macaroni #macaroni x cheddar cheese #sorry i caved #based off of my hcs though HZVDJF #my art #universe a au

[hunterwritesstuff]

Btw Mac simps, here's your fella lmao(Reblogs/fanart appreciated even though he ain't too different from canon-)

#hunter screams #hunter's art #macaroni cookie cookie run kingdom #macaroni cookie #cookie run au #I hate drawing his hair sm-

[ferretwhomst]

Do you have art of parallel dipper and mabel?. Also what is the dynamic between mabel and portal stan like?.

i think you got the answer to that first question lol ^^ still not too sure about their designs though. i want them to look recognizably dipper and mabelly but also just Slightly off from how they look in canon. which i haven't quite gotten down yet

also. GODDAMN i've been waiting for someone to ask about mabel and portal stan. she is so attached to him!!!!!!! in a similar manner to canon dipper and ford, but also not really. but also YES really because stan is a badass interdimensional criminal who knows how to have fun and does whatever he wants!! and mabel LOVES that!! (especially because, while he does have his Moments, parallel ford is a bit of a stickler for rules. and dipper tends to side with him on stuff like that. plus sometimes she feels a little left out around them anyway considering she's not so much into the Silly Nerd Stuff. the way mabel sees it is "dipper and grunkle ford can be sooo boring!! but YOU!! you're not afraid to get a little silly!!") she doesn't idolize him to an Unhealthy degree like dipper does with ford in canon, but she DOES get attached to him immediately and starts trying to spend time with him. and, of course, stan sees a little spark of his chaotic younger self in her too, so he quickly develops a soft spot for her (as much as he doesn't want to admit it, because he's Supposed to be back home, not here with these... strangers. but it doesn't take long for him to stop seeing mabel as a stranger.) tldr they're SO SO SILLY and they cause problems together and they take naps together and i love them dearly

#another difference between mabel and portal stan and canon dips and ford #is that. like. in canon stan starts off trying to keep ford from talking to the twins #but in this au parallel ford really wants to make stan feel like a part of the family #so he encourages the younger twins to talk to him #i think dipper would be really intimidated by portal stan btw SHDKWKDJW #don't worry he eventually realizes that stan is just a lame old man hiding behind an Unaffected Tough Guy mask #but until then hew like Oh god am i supposed to try and impress him how do i do that #and then mabel makes stan a macaroni necklace.. which he doesn't take off for days.. #and dippers like Oh ok he's just. he's just silly. #asks #ferret rambles #gravity falls #blood brothers au #dipper pines #mabel pines #mystery twins #stan pines #portal stan

[master-wus-tea]

Little Halloween pic of Lloyd and Roni eating candy

Lloyd is a demon/devil, Roni is a ghost

#ninjago #au ninjago #aus ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago ocs #oc ninjago #roni goo ninjago #lloyd garmadon ninjago #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd garmadon #ninjago roni goo #macaroni and green #oc x canon #oc artwork #oc art #oc #my ocs #artists on tumblr #art