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sm-baby · 5 months

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I want to see all the carnival AU bios again, but finding Zooble's is too hard, even when using the search. I hope there's a more organized way to view them.

(Trying to come up with nicknames that said characters would give my characters.)

CARNIVAL AU MASTERPOST + BOUNDARIES

Augh... I never know how to organize stuff! But here is a mini master post of the TADC Info Cards (edited):

The Main Cast (Minus Zooble :C)

Zooble ( Plus Zooble!!! :3)

Shiny Cards ✨

Lesser AI

THE GLOINKS!!!

Level layout

OFFICIAL COMIC:

Your best friend!

Jesterly duties

The hallway

Crying

First clue

Special event!

Foul language

CONCEPT ART:

The Tent

The Funhouse

Cutscene

Pomni expressions

Character design

Meet Pomni

ALT character skins

LOREEE:

Neck pieces

Neck pieces (prt 2)

Neck pieces (prt 3)

Silly Frilly

Toxic Positivity Duo

Quick Ragatha Doodle

The Rabbit

Non-sentient Pomni

Pity Laugh

DOODLE DUMPS:

First look

Meet Jax

Meet Ragatha!

Meet Kinger

Meet Able

Zooble's room

Theatre shinanigans

Thanks for listening

Jax Doodles

SILLIES:

Final boss Pomni Theory

Ofcourse you would

Shoulder Pads

Ribbun real!?!?!?

omg showtime teeheeh ehehehe

CUTIES!!!

Carnival AU meets Original

its ok she's not drowning

The Amazing Digital... Circus???

A Christmas Carol Play!

Carnival Freakshow AU Merge!! (Freakshow AU by @hootbon)

Whore Pomni Inside joke

shitpost doodles

SCANDAL!!

SCANDAL!! (alt)

Flirty non-sentient pomni Inside joke (TW For suggestive themes): NON-CANON

Start

Context

Flirty non-sentient pomni (shitpost)

Pomni..........

Memory storage restart

the silly!!

no you're not.

oh god

someone paid me 10 bucks

╔══ ❀•°❀BOUNDERIES/FAQ❀°•❀ ══╗

"Can I make OCs In Carnival?" - Yess!! Multiple people already have and they make me so happy! do whatever, as long as you're happy and having fun!! " Can I make NSFW?" - Yas and slay, just be sure to warn and spoiler it, etc. etc. be responsible when posting NSFW! " Can I make Fanfics?" - Yes and please show me!! that would be lovely!! " Can I dub/voice your stuff?" - Yes but, I have only one rule... show me pleaaasseeee pls pls pls 🥺🙏 " Can I ship the characters/self ships/ OC x Canon?" - Aughh.. this is gonna suck to explain cuz its a lot to ask.. You're allowed to ship any ship! My only boundary is that it doesn't include either Pomni or Caine being with others who are not eachother! For example: Ragatha x Jax ✅ Pomni x Jax❌ Kinger x Queenie✅ Kinger x Caine❌ As long as the ship does not include Pomni or Caine individually, I'm all aboard!! I respect Jax x Pomni shippers, as well as Kinger x caine shippers, I just don't like them myself and don't want to accidentally stumble upon them in the tag! I do apologize if that's a lot, it just makes me uncomfy! Bounderies can be very tight! :')

#The amazing digital circus #the amazing digital carnival #carnival au #pomni #caine #zooble #gangle #kinger #Ragatha #Jax #tadc #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus fanart #queenie #kaufmo #able

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boss-poss · 5 months

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See, Lethal Company's real genius is that it somehow marries two normally opposed genres, those being horror and comedy together into something greater. Mechanically it's a multiplayer looter extraction survival type game. It's designed to create stressful and scary situations by forcing you to speedrun mini randomized dungeons while monsters hunt your character to meet a certain quota (our asses are not making quota). That's not the clever part though, no, that's giving the players the ability to fuck themselves over and the hilarity that comes from it.

Anything you say into your mic is said in the game world and can be heard by certain monsters. Many items, similarly, can be used to make noise and you can bet there is little impulse control when a player finds an air horn or gets a walkie talkie. The sound of a distant honk somewhere out of nowhere is not something most players are prepared for while in a pitch black maze. Sound in this game has a doppler effect, which makes it harder to hear the further away the source is, allowing screams to fade into nothing and unintelligible yelling heard for a second before vanishing. You must rely on your senses but those are, by design, limited and regularly tricked.

Because level layouts, monster locations, and item spawns are all random, it's insanely easy to get lost or lose track of thigs, especially in the dark and especially when panicking. Seeing a bracken for the first time will almost certainly send a player running in the opposite direction and get lost, if they even see it all. No one is prepared to have a hand wrap around their face and snap their neck in an instant. It's utterly shocking and will leave you gasping in surprise to first time you experience it.

Certain weather patterns make levels harder, some even nearly impossible (looking at you eclipse), and sometimes your options are avoiding deadly lightning or not being able to see due to fog. High level moons have excessively valuable loot but also feature the worst foes and cost a fee to access, forcing a compromise between greed, ability, and resources.

Dying, likewise incurs a penalties. Your team is fined for dying and not bringing the bodies back but if you all die, all your collected loot goes poof. Gone. A team wipe can and will effectively end the run in an instant if you do something stupid like stick around when you hear "pop goes the weasel" or try to pick up that funny looking roomba. You can almost feel the pressure weighing down on your shoulders when you realize you're the last one left and you need to get back to the ship or miss the quota.

The monsters likewise, are engines of terror that are comically effective killing machines with no cohesive theme to help anticipate them. The already mentioned bracken is one of the scariest things I've seen in a game, and those technically aren't even that bad. They're completely manageable if you keep your head on a swivel and pay attention to your surroundings. Coilheads are these mannequins with bobble heads that will path to and kill you in a microsecond the moment you aren't looking at them, weeping angel style. There's a thing called the ghost girl that I have yet to see but is apparently one of the most terrifying critters in the menagerie. Forest giants. If you know, you know.

All these little mechanics, these choices that are made by and for the player, create a maelstrom of unpredictable chaos that, like a buxom blond transforming into an orgasming pooltoy, turns what would be strictly serious horror into a unique form of dark comedy that layers over it like jelly on peanut butter. You are scared, you are on edge, and it only gets worse when you know what these things are capable of, but the sheer hopelessness is something you all have in common. It's funny how little hope you have. You will die. A monster will wipe your team. There will eventually come a quota you can't beat. You were doomed from the start.

So why not get silly with it? Why not try to fight that bracken with shovel? Fuck him. Why not just run past a turret and try to nab that fat jar of pickles? Why not wander off from the group? You're just as likely to come back with arms loaded and the quota met as you are likely to not come back at all. You're already dead, so take the gamble, do stupid shit, repeat this hell until you can meet its horrors with grim determination and put in the effort to afford that goddamn boombox. Dance. Just press 1 and dance the fear away.

You are all united in your mortality and duty, fragile sacks of flesh working to break even at the behest of perhaps the greatest horror of all: The company you work for. You are so preposterously fucked beyond all belief from every angle there really isn't enough adjectives to describe it. And that's comedy baby, when things are so bad all you can do is laugh.

#lethal company #indie games #legit one of the best games I've played all year and only $10 #THIS is what games should be #goofing off with the lads while surrounded by the horrors

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pixiestickie · 5 months

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Hope you’re doing okay !!!

JAMIAZU RAGHHH

okay so this could be considered an art request erm, so azul is canonly stronger than he looks right? Established relationship hes running around in the rain giving jamil piggyback rides and they fall over bc theyre silly and and goofy

hi anon from somewhere liky july i am only now awnsering to your ask with this :D sorry i took so long, its my bad for opting for a mini comic LOL. i did the first page in july and the second like yestrfay . eitherway i love fluff of them i shouls be normal sometjmes. thank u a lot for the ask btw :3 sorry the rain genuinely looks awful idk how to draw it .

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #jamiazu #ashenviper #ask tag #art tag #azujami

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canmom · 3 months

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Comics mini-Comints: Dungeon Meshi

reread dungeon meshi through to the end. still such a great manga. here are immediate thoughts - if I end up having time and energy I hope I can write something that goes deeper!

ironically i was only a few chapters from the end when I stopped keeping up, but I was struggling to remember all the characters and context, so reading it through in one go was definitely an ideal way to achieve maximum impact there.

ryoko kui does a very elegant job of handling a transition from 'silly antics' to 'big dramatic fantasy' while still keeping the central thematic throughline - eating and being eaten, belonging to an ecosystem, the significance of sacrificing others to achieve your own desires. a lot of setups pay off in a way that feels meticulously planned - and of course the crux of the final showdown revolves around characters attempting to eat each other, of course the big payoff is a huge feast that symbolically unites all the conflicting factions. it is maybe a bit too neat and happy for my taste, but it's undeniably tightly executed - it never loses sight of what it's about. especially compared to something like Frieren, it's an incredibly coherent serialisation, up there with e.g. Fullmetal Alchemist.

kui's art style deserves all kinds of praise - it feels effortlessly simple, but it clearly communicates all sorts of different shapes and body types and it's really fun to see her play around with remixing the different visual elements when she switches the races around. in general Laius's autistic monster loving ways clearly reflect kui's own deeply felt appreciation for all the ways people and animals live (accentuated further by all the extra sketches the scanlators tuck in). in a way you could kinda call it like Parts Unknown the fantasy manga.

the stakes of the final conflict are interesting - there is much to be said about the framing of 'desire' and its fulfilment, of this occult idea of 'the infinite'. lots you could put in relation to other manga, and also buddhism. (in particular I really want to develop a comparison to Made In Abyss, there are so many parallels, it just might be too spicy for tumblr lmao).

one thing I really like about it is how much its fantasy dungeon-exploring setting owes to D&D and other TTRPGs, rather than videogames. monster ecology has been a fascination of that game since the early days of Dragon magazine, and Kui sharply zeroes in on some of the intrinsic conflicts baked in to that fantasy milieu, notably the lifespan thing, while smartly avoiding the traps of 'evil races'. there's some really fun nods to the weirder monster manual entries. and in a story with so many characters and factions, it does a genuinely incredible job of furnishing everyone with understandable, reasonable motivations, conflicts drawn from their context just like the monsters are explained by their ecology.

and one thing that I particularly appreciate is like... how much it is able to simultaneously understand and sympathise with a character and also show us how and why they'd rub others the wrong way. it's impossible not to like our main group, they're all such charming dorks and the manga leads you along with all the crazy rpg party shit they do, but at the same time you definitely find yourself thinking 'guy's got a point' in the kabru chapters lmao. I'm projecting hard bc i don't really know a thing about ryōko kui but laius def feels like the sort of depiction of having an autism that you can only do if you've lived it.

but yeah, it's a fuzzy ending where it all turns out well. but what's the deeper thrust of it all? there's a funny moment where marcille is like 'maybe in the end our journey is about learning to accept death' and the grouchy old gnome guy completely laughs this off as naive, because death doesn't mean anything. and indeed their big plan pays off, and falin does indeed come back just fine. but still, through all of this it asks you to bite the bullet that being a living creature means eating to survive, at the cost of other creatures, with the other side being that one day you too will be eaten. in contrast to this honest way of being is the beguiling fantasy of infinity, where all your desires are immediately fulfilled - this is shown as a dangerous path of corruption that produces madness and manipulability. having limits and rubbing up against the wishes of others, or 'doing things you don't want to do' as izutsumi's arc puts it, becomes necessary for having some kind of definition as a subject. the thing that makes the demon concrete as an entity is a desire, or appetite, that can't immediately be fulfilled.

of course we can connect this to the idea of narrative conflict. a standard advice for putting together a plot is to ask what each character wants and why they can't get it. wanting something implies movement. and indeed over the course of this story, we see that while having too many desires fulfilled too readily leads to incoherence and callousness, equally a character who is left catatonic as their desires have been eaten by the demon must be reawakened to activity by finding a new desire.

it's kinda Buddhist innit. neither the opulence of the palace nor asceticism. desires are what tie you to the world. but mixed with ecology: what a creature does to find the energy to live is what defines its lifestyle, its form.

this is probably where I'd start talking about entropy gradients and shit if i wasn't typing this on a phone at 1:30am lmao.

but yeah - it's a powerful move to go from 'D&D monster recipe show sendup' to 'living with the inherently violent nature of being an organism fated to live in a finite sum game' and yet Dungeon Meshi makes it feel natural and convincing, while remaining tremendously charming and funny throughout. ryōko kui is definitely some kind of genius, and I can't wait to see what her next act is gonna be. it's all definitely making me appreciate the act of eating a lot more.

next story on my plate is probably The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere, which sounds like it will present a very gnarly thematic contrast.

#manga #dungeon meshi #comics comints

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chlorinecake · 4 months

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Hey can you make something like "kissing I hope they catch us " but for a black reader please?

Hot Cocoa Kisses —⊹ N.RK (西村力) ☕️

Pairing… ₊˚⊹ ᰔ boyfriend!riki x girlfriend!reader

Warnings… ₊˚⊹ slightly heated make-out session, teasing, pet names, fluff, rushed

Words… ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 867 -> “Your lips taste like hot cocoa”

It was a chilly winter day when you and your boyfriend Riki sat in the living room together.

Cradled in the fluffiest blankets you two could find, you sat in between Riki’s legs on the couch, reading a manga he received as a Christmas gift out loud as he braided a tiny section of your hair. Not to style it, of course, but just out of pure endearment for you.

“So what’s happening now?” Riki asked, mostly focused on carefully overlapping the three strands of hair he was working on.

“Hmm… I actually stopped reading the words a few pages ago. The illustrations alone are much more interesting in my opinion,” you replied, just as he kissed the center of your scalp, letting you know that he was done playing with your hair.

“Let me see,” he said, taking the comic from your hands to examine it for himself. “Yeahhh… the dialogue is pretty impressive, actually. No wonder a little baby like you only wants to look at the pictures though,” he giggled, tickling the spot beneath your jawline before getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

You weren’t ready to leave the warmth of the cozy couch yet, but you understood that Riki wanted one more thing before y’all continued to spend this lovely winter evening together: Hot cocoa.

Your arms found Riki’s waist as he reached for the top cabinet, grabbing the box of hot cocoa mix from the top shelf.

“Almost forgot about these,” he said, pulling down mini marshmallows next.

You put yourself in charge of warming the milk for your drinks, followed by stirring the cocoa mix into your mugs and then waiting for it to cool.

“Are they finished, yet? It’s not like we’re making “cold cocoa” anyways,” Riki sighed, leaning over the counter on his elbows.

“Well if we add the marshmallows now, they’re just gonna melt again, see?” You said, grabbing one of the cups to take a sip, “I mean, it’s not as hot anymore, though, if you’re just tired of waiting.”

Upon saying that, Riki just stared at you for much longer than necessary, holding back a smile as his eyes glittered with amusement.

“W-what?” You asked, poking him on the shoulder which only made him laugh out loud this time.

“It’s the braid you did, isn’t it?,” you continued with a pout. He shook his head at your words, walking up to you and taking your face in one of his hands, swiping some moisture from your upper lip with his thumb before tasting it himself.

“You had a milk mustache, silly,” he smiled softly, eyes not leaving your lips as he licked his own, leaning in with a soft kiss.

Humming into the embrace, a smile creeped upon Riki's face as your hand found his neck, supporting yourself against the counter for him to only pull you closer.

“Riki~,” you mumbled while disconnecting your lips, “where’d all that come from?” you asked, still in a daze as you felt heat rush to your face.

He bit his lower lip, looking you up and down through hooded eyes as his hands rested on either side of the countertop, caging you in before his intimidating frame.

“Nowhere,” he smirked, pecking you one last time on the corner of your mouth before continuing, “your lips taste like hot cocoa and I just couldn’t resist.”

Playfully smacking your boyfriend’s chest, he released you from his arm cage, watching as you went back to the other counter, shaking marshmallows in both your mugs before sealing the bag closed.

He took so much delight in seeing how flustered you appeared now. You even fumbled with your fingers as you tried closing the bag all thanks to his actions.

“Are you sure you don’t want something cold to drink instead? You seem warm all of a sudden,” he teased, wiping the spilled remnants of sugary mix from the countertop with a napkin.

“Do I? Maybe it’s because you keep looking at me like this,” you teased back, dramatically reenacting the way he looked at you earlier, biting your lip to seal the deal.

He laughed with his entire body, leaning over the counter as soft giggles rumbled from his body. But then, his cocky side returned.

“Is that the only thing I did that got you flustered, or is there more?” He asked, voice deepening slightly as his piercing gaze scanned you once again.

“Hmm… well… you also touched me like this,” you said, cupping his face in your hands, “and then I nearly fainted when you kissed me like there was no tomorrow!”

“No tomorrow, huh? That sounds romantic,” he smirked, trying to mask how giddy you were making him feel in this moment even though the pink hue staining his cheeks and ears made it impossible to hide.

“That’s because it was romantic, Riki,” you smiled lovingly, kissing your finger and placing it on his rosy nose before walking back to the living room, warm mugs in both your hands as you returned to your seats on the cozy couch.

The same place you knew Riki would eventually start to kiss you again the moment you sat your cup down.

❆ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to my bbygirl for requesting this !!

❆ Feel free to check out more cute and fun reads like this at the pinned post on my blog :3

❆ Taglist: @squoxle @ashgonedash @nikisdubblchococake @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @noodlesimp @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @star-yawnznn

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genericpuff · 2 months

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I dont think snailords is literally going to end the series in 20 episodes. I think he is plotting the rest of the season and has the option to extend it 10 or 20 episodes.

That's not what he implies in his post, though, at all. The wording is very clear:

He's not saying "I have the ending for Death : Rescheduled planned out but I have this one mini arc I want to do before it", he's literally saying "the comic is ending whether you like it or not, but if you give me $1k I'll make sure it's 20 weeks from now instead of 10." He doesn't say he's plotting out the end which is however far from now, he just goes straight into "I'm gonna end the comic in either 10 episodes or 20". And then of course even goes to say "decide whether you want 20 more weeks with Kissae and Kreyul, or 10 more weeks to say goodbye". If he didn't want to give his readers the impression that that meant it was ending within that time range... then why phrase it like that? It doesn't help either that his phrasing is supported by his updates, where he says shit like:

(Also I couldn't find them but there are other screenshots out there of him saying shit like "thanks for showing you love the series" in a way that's frankly rude af because it's basically like he's asking for money for his readers to 'prove' they love him and his work, and that wouldn't be the first time he's done that either.)

If he is saying what you're suggesting, then he's not being clear about it at all because the language is very seriously implying that it's going to be ending when it returns. Which I'd hope it isn't considering what other readers are pointing out that the story has basically just gotten going and I'd hate for this to turn into another Freaking Romance situation, but I don't know how else we're supposed to read "

And, as I mentioned in my post about it, why on earth even contemplate putting in this mini arc that he's asking for $1k as a deciding factor over if he doesn't even have it written? He says he's way more confident just writing the finale arc as is, so why drag it out with an arc he's not completely confident in?

And of course, there's the urgency. If Death : Rescheduled isn't entering its ending arc after it returns from midseason hiatus - if it still has potentially years of storytelling left - then why now? Why suddenly ask your readers to buy $1k worth of merch in 24 hours or less to help you make a decision... if the actual consequences of that decision won't be made apparent for ages?

And at the end of the day, even if it's a possibility he meant what you're suggesting, that doesn't make it any less scammy to hold the comic's potential ending for ransom? Speaking as a comic writer myself of the last 10+ years, getting money from the audience in this kind of way has never ever been a deciding factor in how I write my work. Sure, things like stretch goals and Patreon milestone rewards are a thing, offering bonus chapters or NSFW art or just additional goodies if you hit a financial goal or if people sign into a certain tier, all that makes sense, but if what you're offering is worded specifically to make your audience panic - not saying "hey , you guys get an extra bonus 10 episodes if I hit this goal by this date" but rather "hey, you guys won't get AS MANY episodes if you don't pay me $1k in 24 hours or less" - and ultimately gets your readers an extra 10-15 episodes of an arc you're not even confident in writing ... the fuck is that, even? Just write the story you want to write, why do you gotta make your audience freak over not getting as much comic as they might want only to twist it into "surprise, it was for charity!" in the end?

The whole thing is silly and yeah, I'm calling it for what it is - a scam - because it's not the first time Snailords has taken advantage of his audience and played on their emotions and need for short-term gratification all for his own financial benefit. It's not even the first time he's tanked his own comic from rushing the ending simply because he was done playing with it. So at this point I wouldn't be surprised if the comic does come back and proceeds to spend 10-15 episodes waffling on a directionless mini arc before rushing into a 10 episode finale.

That said, that's all my two cents on it, you don't have to agree with me. I really don't feel like I'm misinterpreting his words but maybe someone else could enlighten me if there's something I'm missing here; that said, considering even his own readers were calling him out on this and that he never actually made efforts to clarify what could be poor language, I don't think I'm an outlier and I don't think there's even any misinterpretation happening. Maybe he'll prove me wrong, but I've yet to see this guy do anything to prove that he's capable of doing the right thing. And frankly, even if what you suggested turns out to be true and the comic goes on for a long while before actually hitting that $1k-funded mini arc (and again, I kinda hope it does just so we don't end up with a repeat of what happened with Freaking Romance) it doesn't make any of this feel less gross IMO.

#snailords #webtoon critical

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Ben’s S/O„

He’s a bit dramatic at times but that doesn’t stop him from being the best boyfriend to you! Gn reader (I rlly hope I got his character right)

Reilly | O’Really

Forces you to help him bleach his hair

Has a mini panic attack when his roots start growing back in

As you may or may not know he bleached his hair to differentiate himself from Peter so he would be pissed if his natural colour came back too fast

“Is that brown I see?”

“What. No, where? Are you serious, I just bleached it!”

If you are a frequent gym-goer he’d go with you

Y’all are each others spotters

“You got this, lift it!”

“I’M TRYING.”

If you don’t go to the gym often/not at all it’s alright he’d encourage you to go with him but would respect if you didn’t want to

Platonic or romantic relationship doesn’t matter he’s def gossiping with you especially about spiderverse shit

“I was just assigned on another mission and everything cause some kid came here and prevented Pavitr’s canon event and now wants to prevent his own canon event! Can you believe it?”

“Ben. What the fuck is a canon event?”

Can’t keep a secret

If you ever took him in a date to the carnival he’d start crying

Average bumper cars enjoyer

Very dramatic but if you lived the life he did you’d prob be seen as a bit dramatic too

In addition to this it would prob take a while before he tells you his entire past

Like he’s given you parts but never the whole thing

Give him time and he’ll tell you eventually

Shares headphones with you to show you his music taste and Vice versa

You guys have matching jewelry of some sort

Necklace, ring(non-marriage), bracelet, etc.

Comic Ben no, because his thoughts are written out in the narration box, but spider verse Ben narrates out loud while you guys are on a date or even just hanging out

No matter if your clothes fit him properly or not he’s wearing them just cause

Ofc he’d let you wear his too granted his closet isn’t very…diverse?

He doesn’t have bad fashion sense but like his closet is hella empty 💀

That hoodie though…🦀

Gives little kisses every morning even if you didn’t fall asleep together he’ll make sure to give you the routinely morning kiss

I see him as more of a little spoon? Feel free to disagree but I feel like he would want to be in your arms regardless if ur arms are slim or muscular

He DOES NOT CARE about appearance or anything like that bro jus wants someone to love him FR😭

Back to the silly shit

He cries during romantic movies

Especially if it’s a tragic one

His sobbing ruins the movie FR💀

“God—Ben can you cry quieter?”

“I’m sorry I just can’t believe she died before he could even tell her his feelings!”

Ugly crier fs

Isolated himself from the world after watching the notebook for the first time

Loves playing iMessage games with you especially 8ball and cup pong

He definitely cheats in Uno

Whether or not you help him cheat is up to you

Just know if you call him out on it he’s not talking to you for like a week

If your a regular dude he likes to show off with his powers and everything

If you’re a hero/villain/vigilante etc. he still shows off perhaps even more than before especially when your out doing whatever your doin💀

I could rlly talk abt him forever

He’s actually pretty smart just not in a common sense way

He’d make you come with him to get his ears pierced bc he’s a pussy

I love him and he IS hella strong and shit but he would definitely be too afraid to get his ears pierced

Getting thrown into a car? No problem!

Needle near ear? No.

He can cook a lil bit

No chef but if you want chicken and rice he WON’T give you food poisoning!😁🫶

Better at making drinks

Likes cuddling with you, watching random YouTube videos, and eating goldfish

Has a ritual of rewatching all Jersey Shore seasons at least once every month

Idk if it’s canon but he def doesn’t have a drivers license and you drive him everywhere💀

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pedroschka · 10 months

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Baby got a temper

Joseph Quinn x reader (but basically just pure dad!joe)

Summary: a day in life of Joe and his toddler

it's been a while I'm sorryyy, I hope writer's block is unblocked now and I can finally finish all my Wip's, I feel much better right now

Surrounded by various pieces of paper and crayons Joe lies sprawled out on the living room floor with his little mini me beside him, both more or less concentrating as they busy themselves with drawing

You've been gone to a birthday party for your friend and that leaves him with a hopefully unadventurous father-and-son day, enjoying the quietness of his kid beside him while it lasts.

Unbothered as his son keeps walking around, looking for another colour, waddling over his paper before plopping down onto Joe's back and watching for a few seconds what his father's drawing before getting bored and sitting down in front of his own paper again, mimicking his dad by poking his tongue out while trying very hard to draw a perfectly round circle.

"Tadaa" Joe holds up his finished drawing, a scrawly drawn teddy bear with a green head and red bow tie, and shows it to his son, getting an unimpressed "humph" before holding his own paper up, a big mess of color and forms

" Oh this looks fun, what is it ?"

Wrong question.

His little face turns into a frown and he throws the crayon in his hand down in frustration, right on the paper in front of him leaving a bright red stroke over his painting, making the situation even worse and tears flooding his eyes

"A teddy!" the wailing begins and his small face starts to turn red, and Joe quickly tries to deescalate the situation again

"Of course! Silly me, Daddy forgot his glasses again. It's a very beautiful teddy! And so colorful!"

grabbing the eraser he demonstrates to his son that the stroke is now gone and everything is fine again, promising to show his art right when mommy comes back home and pinning it on the fridge so everybody can see

Cuddling his mini-me into his chest and drying his tears he reckons that now is the perfect time for lunch, carrying the little highchair to the kitchen island so his son can help prepare his food.

Talking him through the steps as he helps him hold the butter knife while cutting the banana into slices, both of them keep snacking and leaving the plate a little less full-looking.

As his attention span seems to be at his peak again Joe let him go off to play again, keeping an eye on him as he continued preparing lunch for the two of them

Joe still makes the mistake of opening the wrong drawers and cabinets, always forgetting that you two had to stack up everything in the highest drawers after the flour fiasco a few weeks ago when his baby was very set on helping you bake and accidentally spilled the flour all over him, leaving you and Joe a frantic mess trying to calm him down again which required a full bath and a cuddle session after to stop his hysterical crying that started to hurt your ears and your heart.

After lunch it's potty time, a routine you both try to stick with to potty train him, sitting him down and having to stay with him in the bathroom, Joe often gets told how intense his eye contact can be but his son is a whole new level, looking up with his deep brown eyes, probably pooping while staring into your soul.

Joe as always loses the staring contest when his son informs him to be finished with a small "done", praising him like he just won an Oscar he grabs a new toilet roll, ripping off a few sheets before hanging it back onto the wall not expecting the screech that followed his action and looking startled at his son

his son looks at him with a comical shocking expression before starting a whole tantrum, screaming, and shaking his arms around while Joe watches helplessly and completely lost of what just happened that could cause this complete mood change

" hey hey what's the matter little man, did you hurt yourself?"

Shaking his head and hiccuping, emotions flowing over and making it hard to articulate properly, leaving Joe to play the guessing game

After a few more questions and checking on him to really make sure that nothing was hurt his little one nearly stabs him in the eye with an accusing finger at the toilet roll and screeched "It's the wrong way!!" Before stomping his tiny feet into the floor in frustration

Like a light bulb going off in Joe's head he puts two and two together, wanting to facepalm himself, having had the discussion of the " wrong side facing toilet roll" with you already on your first date but a whole tantrum about it was new to him, but he was sure he learned his lesson now

joe quickly fixes his mistake "I'm sorry I didn't know, here now it hangs the right way"

but his son just folded his little arms in front of him and pouted back at his dad, shaking his head again

"No, it's dirty now!"

"It's not, look? It hasn't touched the wall yet, all clean for your little butt "

Joe showed the few toilet paper sheets to him to inspect, wanting to roll his eyes when his son even looks under the paper before reluctantly letting Joe finally clean him up

But no matter how challenging life with a toddler could get there are also always these moments he wanted to treasure, laying in bed at night with you snuggled to his side, getting woken up by clumsy tiny feet trying to navigate through the dark until his son is crawling over him and starfishing himself right in between you two and falls asleep with a content sigh and Joe swears he's the happiest man on earth.

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #dad!joseph quinn #fanfic #joe quinn #fanfiction #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fluff

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itzddsyanderefanacc · 4 months

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🇨🇦The classic Canadian gift🇨🇦

(mini doodle comic)

I heard somewhere that Alan is Canadian and I thought it would be a silly funny Canadian thing to do to make this hehe..cause its true and I'm also Canadian hehe so it makes sence

this has happened to you or your parents if your Canadian or lived in Canada for a long time..and you CAN'T deny it!!

ALSO YES I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT ALANS BLONDE BITS.. :( ..oh well

I hope you guys like my little silly comic hehe!💚

#alan orion #mdhm #my dear hatchet man #mdhm alan #mdhm oc

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um hi I really like your content!

It’s stupid but can you do silly Morro headcanons please

if you want to ofc !

Thank u for asking to know BECAUSE I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM SM EVERYDAY ALL DAY!!!!

Okay so some happy ones first before I tear hearts with sad ones:

Happy ones :)

After he found out he had his own flavor at the Dairy Dragon it’s all he orders and he brags it to Kai all the time (He probably likes mint chocolate mint and hates mangos but it’s all just jokes)

He probably did the thing Kai did with Lloyds green ninja fit(aka posing in front of the mirror doing backflips n stuff like that) Cole caught him and morro threatened to turn him into a ghost again if he told anybody

He’s fine with messing with everyone at the monastery, sometimes Pixal. (if he feels brave) But Nya? He won’t even think of it. It’s like getting your ass kicked by your oldest sibling for taking something from their room.

His room is a mess, but an organized mess. Want scissors? Yeah, I got some in some drawer that’s full of scrolls and random rocks he finds cool

Regular/Casual clothing is leaned to a punk aesthetic.

He loves Zane’s cooking but doesn’t admit it. Anyone else cooks? He’s gonna go to Chen’s Noodle House and order food, he doesn’t want food poisoning.

He gets along with Cole very well, and both talk about their experiences with being undead.

He has a green ninja hoodie like the ones they sell at clothing stores and wears it from time to time (Lloyd gave it to him)

He likes bitter foods

His favorite colors are dark and soft and if he actually redeemed himself/became living he wouldve had either a dark lavender suit or teal-ish

Sad ones now mwahaha

His voice is raspy and damaged due to the smoke in the caves. He sometimes has nightmares about it and wakes up coughing relentlessly or feeling like hes choking

He has a Cleithrophobia (fear of being trapped) and usually sleeps in his room with the door open

He ofter overtrains himself and ends up straining his body since he still thinks he needs to prove himself to Wu

When he's upset, he goes down rabbit holes and lashes out on people. He was never taught how to deal with those feelings as a child, and they're worse as an adult. Zane often tries to teach him healthier methods of dealing with it.

He never got to indulge in silly kid things due to his training and him being obsessed with becoming the green ninja. Lloyd probably showed him a Fritz Donnengan comic, and he probably started secretly collecting the mini figures/comics

Huzzah thats all ive got for now

I hope u enjoy

I might have more for my tlnm au or the redeemed au if you'd like to know lol

#ty for asking btw #i love morro #my headcanons are dumb but augh i love him i just cant #never will be normal about morro i will grab him like a gummy bear and chew him #my favorite mean green bean #qna #morro ninjago #morro headcanons

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

#danachan's rants #danachan's replies #danachan's asks

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test-url-please-ignore · 3 months

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I love your Narrator, May I squeeze him?

Hell YEAH!! If you can catch him-

He works great as a hand grenade

bonus mini-comic to mark the occasion

Honestly tysm for every like, reblog and follow thus far! I hope to keep making silly doodles for you guys in the future!!

#tsp narrator #the stanley parable #narratorverse #paraverse #tspud #tsp #Anon tag heck yeah

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iampure-shippingtrash · 10 months

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Took me a hot minute, but got a HamNoir prompt that may or may not tickle your fancy! Just Noir getting increasingly frustrated trying to do the whole "romantic poetry" thing - not just because it keeps coming out like hardboiled detective narration, but because it's hard to describe your boyfriend's eyes when you can't see color. Could just be Noir silently fuming alone and Ham listening in from a hidden place, or could be a conversation they're having. Plenty of different ways it could play out, from silly ("You could just compliment my winning smile and cute tail and call it a day, you dork") or more feelsy ("Go on, crack a joke, I know this is funny..." "Why would I make fun of the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me?"), or both, or neither! Whatever you come up with~!

ahhh ok i was gonna do a mini comic for this but i had to scrap it (hope you still enjoy this tho)

#spiderverse #hamnoir #noirham #ham x noir #noir x ham #spider ham #spider noir #spiderman noir #peter porker #peter benjamin parker #thatwordybirb #my art #hope this lives up to what you had in mind

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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Imagine Kyle rayner with a air headed s/o

(There isn't much fics of him on this app.)

𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 ⎹ 𝓚.𝓡.

fandom dc comics / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring kyle rayner x gl in training!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters featured are 18+

content warning all smut, dumbification, use of the word bimbo ( affectionate ), subspace kinda, ahegao

summary Kyle spoils his little airhead

word count 1.6k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

Kyle loved visiting his silly girl on Oa.

he would sneak into your training sessions, just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement when you caught sight of him. how you would stop whatever you were doing, mid-construct or not, and give him an excited wave, chewing on your lower lip. then, without fail, your shoulders would bunch up when your training officer barked at you for losing concentration.

Kyle, trying to stifle his fond chuckling, would simply tap his temple with his forefinger, twice, and mouth the word: “Focus.” he didn’t revel in pissing off your superiors, but he couldn’t help himself.

you were just so damn cute.

but what he really loved about visiting you, was moments like this.

it was much too late, and while Kyle knew he shouldn’t keep you up, it was hard to say no to you when you straddled his lap. your svelte fingers interlaced with his, palms pressing against his much stronger ones, you give all your trust to him— keep you upright while you ride him.

once you found your slow and steady rhythm, taking him deep so you could grind against the his pelvis, you were consumed almost entirely by lust, and Kyle liked to watch you go completely dumb on his cock. if a sight more adorable than your dick-drunk smile, glazed over eyes, and whiny babbling ever existed, than the Honor Guard had never seen it. “Look at you,” he purrs, giving both of your hands a squeeze in hopes to get your attention, but you’re so far gone, it doesn’t matter either way. “Is my silly girl just so happy to ride? Does it feel too good?” your head lolls, which could’ve been interpreted as a nod, and Kyle chortles. “Mm, I know, baby, I can tell.” he shifts underneath you, letting go of your hands to push himself to sit up, and your fingers clamp on to each shoulder, nails biting at the skin as you’re boosted up and down, before he’s face to face with you. whimpering, feeling the swollen tip of his cock prodding at your belly button, your back arches, bringing him closer, deeper still, and both of his palms envelop your warm cheeks. “Your pretty, little head is completely empty, isn’t it?” he croons, allowing his couplet to crest over the bridge of your nose, his panting drowned out by your string of sultry moans. “You don’t even care what I’m saying to you right now, just as long as I don’t pull out of your warm, soft pussy—“ he smiles, dragging his lips down to meet yours. your jaw is already slack, allowing for your babbling to drip from your swollen lips like honey, but they at least make an attempt to kiss him back. you nod, hands careening under his arms and around to grip his shoulder blades, pull him closer. you would never be satisfied with how deep he was— you always needed more when it came to Kyle. “Just my sweet bimbo, aren’t you, cutie?”

another nod, but this time you purred out, “I’m your sweet bimbo!” as you take him hilt deep, clenching around the base of him until he’s smiling with grit teeth. “And I— I—love it!”

“Such a good baby for me,” he mutters, voice husky, eyes heavily lidded, but he keeps his gaze on your countenance. your eyes couldn’t lock on to his, for you were much too spaced out, “even fucking yourself full of dick and completely braindead, you still try to answer me?” his lips are moving against yours, but you’re trying to capture them in a kiss, and he wasn’t having it.

he’d started to guide your movements, rocking his hips to meet your grinding. your walls spasm around his thickness grateful and fervent, as the protruding veins massage the tightening canal “Kyle— baby—“ you mewl, eyes rolling back. “Please…”

you were so close already, too tender to wait on him— that’s what you get for dating an Honor Guard that you rarely see— it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep yourself from falling apart the very second he was inside you.

“What do you want, silly girl? Use your words for me.”

but he was making it so damn difficult; with each firm bucking of his hips, you’re fucked deeper into stupidity— every thought that tried to surface that was irrelevant to the fact that he was buried balls deep in your belly was immediately drowned in the depths of pure euphoria flooding your mind.

“G— gonna cum…” you whine, dragging your nails over the hard pads of muscle against his shoulder blade, “gonna… o—oh, cumming!”

Kyle rained affectionate, open mouthed pecks over your cheeks, edging closer to your lips each time, and he groans, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” he didn’t have to give you permission, but the neediness in his husky voice sends you over the edge— it was as if he couldn’t wait to see you fall apart, like he was just hardly holding on to a thread of self control. he must be just as close as you were, and you hadn’t even realized it. “Let me… let me feel you shake on my cock…” now, you could hear it. the hiss as he clamps his teeth together. his restraint is failing— he couldn’t wait to cum, either.

and that just made your orgasm hit you that much harder.

you come undone with a squeak of air escaping your lips when the tip of your tongue slips out, dangling over the curve of your lower tier. usually, Kyle would’ve smothered your mouth against his own, but he wanted to hear each and every lusty, broken sound that escaped tonight. huffing, your body arches again, twisted into an S as you whimpered, eyes crossing until you were seeing double, then triple, of your boyfriend. “That’s it,” he murmurs, the rhythm slowing as soon as you dig your knees into his ribs. your body is completely possessed by ferocious aftershocks, from your quivering thighs to your fluttering eyelids, “so good…” you were babbling now, your typical, grateful and affection blithering in his ear. telling him how much you love his cock, and how hard you’ve just cum, and he’s twitching now. both hands fleeing to grip your hips. you slump backwards, your shoulders and the back of your head hitting the mattress, and you moan. Kyle pushes himself on to his knees, using the grip on your hips to pull you to meet a slow, deep thrust. “Look at that, silly girl, taking me so deep, fuck…”

if you could’ve, you would’ve lifted yourself into his motion, but there’s no way your muscles would work— not when they felt like jelly. so, you allow your head to roll to one side, bleating. and then, Kyle’s on you in a minute, pressing his sweat-soaked torso to yours, kissing your neck as he pushes as deep as you’ll allow him to go with a dizzy, grunted, “All mine.” all his muscles go taut, and he’s panting in your ear, your name on a loop, until you feel the tension snap and warmth seeps into your belly.

you’re beaming; a precious, drunken smile plastered on your face as you comb through his damp, raven tendrils. “Promise?” you ask, biting on your lip. “Promise I’m all yours?”

Kyle is only now starting to breathe easy now, and he buries his face in your neck, tracing his initials with the tip of his tongue over your pulse point. “I promise, baby.”

content, you twist a dark curl between your fingers, staring at it. “Do you leave in the morning?” you ask, fighting back a frown. you knew he had work to do, and it was unfair to expect the honor guard to hang around Oa when the galaxy needed saving. still, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he nodded his head. you push your lower lip out in a frown and whined an irresistible, “Kyyyyyle!”

a soft chuckle slips from his reddened lips when he pulls back to look at you, tracing your pout with the pad of his finger. he was always so delicate— must be the artist’s touch. “What’s wrong, silly girl?”

“Can we do it again?” you ask, kissing his finger, eyelashes fanning against the warm apples of your cheeks. “One more time?”

exasperated, Kyle smiles, wide. “Again?” he asks, incredulous, “Isny this the third round we’ve gone?”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t you have an evaluation in the morning with your commander?” his brow quirks.

your nod, sheepish, but hold those puppy dog eyes on him. you can all but see him cracking. he’s never been able to resist that look.

finally, he groans with a fond smile, and reaches down to gather both of your legs, bracing his palms at your knees and bringing them together, upwards, he pins them to your chest. you coo, victoriously, and hook both arms around the back of your knees, watching him get into the perfect position, on his knees. you can feel his cum leaking out of you already, while he pumps himself hard again, and you giggle when he looks you over, muttering, “You’re spoiled rotten, baby.”

#kyle rayner #Kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x you #kyle rayner smut #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader

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