#and make bad puns

[starrspice]

I haven’t done a meet the artist in 2 years let’s goooo

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Cherub AU

Muse AU

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Babysitter AU

RPG AU (WIP)

Stranded AU (Monty)

Princess Quest/Amnesia AU

I know I have another sona posted here but that one is mostly for streaming! This is how I prefer to draw myself tbh

Anyways Hi HELLO If You’re new to my page I’m StarrSpice! Feel free to call me Starr!

I’m an aspiring animation student, and a cartoonist, but I mostly do fanart or commission work for small streamers!

#meet the artist #my art #art sona #sona #my sona #toon sona #toon me #meet the artist 2022 #digital art #introductions #about me #it me! #there I am #just a littol creature #here to gush about fandoms #and make bad puns #ocs #my ocs #my ocs my beloved #oc stuff #sona art

[aspiringcorvidae]

actually my favorite Hazbin hotel ship is Alastor x Discovering he’s aroace

#aroace alastor #aromantic #alastor #hazbin hotel #asexual #please viv please please please #all s2 is to me is an opportunity for him to discover what being aro/ace is #I want him to make asexual/aromantic puns about himself SO BAD #ITS A NEED #aroace

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

Imagine if Judith actually managed to become a Lyctor, yeah sure oh she'd go through terrible grief etc etc but worse than all she would get an aneurysm seeing the way John Gaius acts

and what is she gonna do about it??? Call god for help?? He's already there and he's eating peanuts in his underwear

#the woman that thought Palamedes was lacking gravitas could not handle john and his unsettling normalguy swag #absolutely not #he makes a single bad pun and she faints #she'd faint more often than harrow and that without a lobotomy #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #ejg #judith deuteros #jod tlt

[daily-odile]

Siff voice: so you post Odile every day? Odayly?

yes and I can make odile bap you with a book if you keep making bad puns

#this is a /j btw keep making bad puns i love them #isat odile #isat #in stars and time #isat siffrin #day 65 #how old is this ask? *whistles* #11 left

[poppy5991]

Mirko: What do you call a denim expert?

Best Jeanist: Stop making puns.

Mirko, quietly: a jeanius

Best Jeanist: Ok fine, that was a good one but we have to get to work now.

Hop to it.

Mirko: *stunned silence*

#bun puns #mha #mha memes #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha incorrect quotes #mirko #miruko #best jeanist #Mirko makes bad puns

[gottagobackintime]

Ellie is 14 years old. And while she's, in some ways, mature for her age, she should not be asked to sacrifice herself for the whole world. "She should have been given a choice and we all know she would have been fine with dying if that meant there is a cure." Absolutely not. You do not ask a 14 year old to make a choice like that. Hell, I'd argue that it's not even a choice. The fact that it's adults that would tell her that makes it even more messed up. These cool adults who are out there trying to save people tells you that you are special, that you're the key to save humanity. Of course you're going to listen to them. Especially if you've gone through the things Ellie's been through. If she as an adult wants to make that decision, sure. But not when she's a scared, vulnerable child.

Should Joel have told her that he killed all of them to save her? Probably. Then he could have explained that she's valuable, not because she's possibly the key to a cure. But because she's a human being that has feelings, that deserves to live. And you could argue as much as you want that she's old enough or mature enough to make that choice. But I don't agree. Yes, she seems to be like that, we see her being snarky and tough but the more Joel shows that he cares about her, the more she lets that mask slip. And she acts like a child would act with their parents.

If her only goal was to reach the fireflies so that she could give herself to them to do whatever with her so that they could find a cure. She wouldn't have been so angry/upset that Joel didn't want to take her, why would it matter who took her there? Because Joel cares about her, and having him let her go hurt her. She could have left Joel to die and gone to find Tommy so that he could take her, like Joel asked her to do. But she didn't because she cares about him. The way she clings to Joel when he finds her and he calls her baby girl should tell you that she isn't ready to make a decision on whether she should sacrifice herself or not. SHE IS A CHILD. And Joel allows her to be a child.

I honestly have no problem with him killing them all to save her. "He took the choice from her!" What choice? They didn't give her a choice, they didn't tell her what would happen to her. And do you really think that they would ever give her a choice. If she'd said no, do you actually believe that they would go "Ah, well. Nothing we can do then, off you go with your new dad. Bye!" Don't make me laugh. They would have just done what they did now. Sedate her and begun to harvest her for what they needed. That's not a choice. She NEVER had a choice, Joel didn't take the choice from her because it was never there. It would have been an illusion of choice. She's also traumatised, most recently from her run in with David. And you want her to make a literal life or death choice?? I completely understand why Joel decided to go on a killing spree, he's protecting a vulnerable traumatised CHILD from people who doesn't care about her, who just wants to use her body for spare parts.

It's not about choice or not having a choice, it's about being valued as a person and not having your life taken away from you by vultures.

#the last of us spoilers #the last of us #no but the rage I feel when I see people who thinks a 14 year old is old enough to make that decision! #a TRAUMATISED child on top of that #the fireflies doesn’t give a fuck about Ellie #they saw her as an object that they could kill they looked at that child and saw nothing but body parts #Joel has seen her as a human as a child who gets excited telling bad pun #*puns #and getting excited to feed a giraffe #the fireflies didn’t ask her they didn’t tell her what would happen #so fuck them I’m glad Joel killed them all #Joel has done nothing wrong in his life ever and I stand by my man #Nicole watches stuff

[the-devil-in-the-details-666]

On today’s episode of “Dev thinks he’s funny”:

My calligraphy teacher referred to this script’s style of ‘G’ as a “goose-neck G”, so for my homework, I copied down part of the Wikipedia page for the Canada goose and made all of the ‘G’s geese.

#calligraphy #bad puns #give me art supplies and i will make something stupid

[hoodie-buck]

—duck!buck ✨christmas edition✨ is here! thank you to everyone who loves my silly little jeep ducking shenanigans. wishing y’all a merry ducking christmas 💚❤️

rated: t | words: 18.6k | read on ao3

summary:

“Ok, so I have them all categorized. Do you want them by year, color, or season?”

Eddie’s eyes widened with a bit of fear. What the hell had Athena gotten him into?

“Um, how about you tell me about your ducks first…what kind are they?”

Buck deadpanned. “Rubber.”

Eddie shook his head, trying to hide his surprise as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Buck let out a cackle, startling Eddie a little.

“You didn’t think I was talking about live duck’s did you?”

Buck said it like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, as if any of their conversation had been semi normal.

“No, I guess I’m just—confused is all,” was what Eddie settled with. Buck shook his head as he tapped at his clipboard.

“You’ve never heard of Jeep ducking?”

Eddie shook his head as he turned on his blinker. “Can’t say that I have.”

—or—

The 1 time Buck gets held at gunpoint and robbed of his ducks, and the 6 times Eddie replaces them. Eddie’s a cop, bucks a firefighter, there’s rubber ducks, what more can I say?

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#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #christopher diaz #athena grant #jee yun buckley han #duck!buck 2.0 #bad puns #y’all have been warned 😂 #different first meeting #getting together #idiots in love #ducks #christmas fic #1 + 6 things #i don’t make the rules #except here 😆

[tubapun]

I'm Mr Queermeiser, I'm Mr Fag

#rankin bass #the year without a santa claus #its Christmas time and im gay i get to make bad puns via rankin bass movies #f slur

[queenofhearts7378]

“So this is Jake's fault, right?” Randy asked.

Danny made a noise of agreement as they continued running down the hallway, red flashing against their eyes and alarms ringing through the air.

And okay, it wasn't really Jake's fault they were being chased by a killer robot after breaking out of some holding cells.

Ever since Jake had turned 16, he'd been getting more duties outside of New York, really stepping up into his role as the American Dragon. NYC was still his home, his main area of protection, and the main capital of the magical community; he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

But occasionally a smaller community would reach out, asking for help with bigger problems they couldn't handle and he couldn't answer over the phone or e-mail. So Jake began traveling (through mundane or magical means), and solving the problems in person.

And occasionally dragging his out-of-town friends along with him.

Which is how the four of them ended up here: in an off-the-books government facility in Horrible, Arkansas, and made up of the same branch as the GIW.

(Danny had groaned out loud in his and Rand's cell, thunking his head against the bars when he heard that.

The agent that was interrogating them gave him a weird look.

“He's from Amity Park.” Randy said solemnly, patting Danny’s shoulder.

The agent went white so fast Randy honestly thought he was about to pass out before fleeing the room.

“Wow,” Randy said, “Y'all's city really is a curse.”)

The four of them had literally stumbled onto the grounds, got searched and had most of their stuff taken away, and thrown into holding cells where agents would periodically come to interrogate them on how they found the place and who else knows about it.

Danny had phased them through the back wall as soon as they were left alone, and accidently ran directly into a wall of weapons that fell on top of them both. Randy only got a sore shoulder, but something zapped Danny and he hadn't been able to transform since.

Which was when the alarms went off.

And when they discovered that the facility used killer robots as security and were all too happy to shoot a couple of teenagers.

Now they were running for their lives trying to find their stuff and their friends without getting shot by the robots or the agents.

They skidded around another corner, and Danny grabbed open the nearest door, throwing it open to check for their stuff.

Instead they were met with two startled agents in the middle of grabbing their weapons.

Randy didn't waste the chance and spun around Danny, landing a kick in the first man's diaphragm and then bringing his knee up just as the man bent over to gasp for air.

(The ninja suit let him be faster, stronger, more bouncy, and protected him from hard hits. The lessons and training of 800 years worth of ninjas were pressed into the fabric enabling him to fight when he had never done it before. He still had training though. He spent hours in the Nomicon practicing the moves and katas his brain knew but his body didn't. Following the footsteps and marks the Nomicon drew out around him, mirroring the poses the illustrated samurai and dragons went though. And lately, following along next to the First Ninja as he performed the moves next to him, occasionally fixing his posture, as Plop Plop chattered nearby.

Being the Ninja wasn't all cool flips and awesome weapons. Even without the mask, Randy was still a ninja.)

Danny took the chance to leap onto the other agent's back trying to get his weapon, throwing the man off balance right as he tried to shoot Randy.

The shot went wide and hit the wall, leaving a faint scorch mark on the white plaster. Randy dived under the shot, rolling forward right past the agent. He kicked his leg out, catching him in the back of the knee, right as Danny yanked the weapon out of his grasp and leapt off the agent's back. Between the teenager using him as a springboard and his leg giving out on him, the agent hit the floor hard. Danny didn't give him the chance to get his bearings and swung the weapon, clocking him over the head.

He swayed for a minute before hitting the ground. He wasn't unconscious but he wasn't getting off the floor anytime soon.

Randy and Danny high-fived before fleeing back out the door.

“Randy, that was awesome!” Danny exclaimed as they checked the other doors for their stuff. “I didn't know you could do that!”

“I know, I know, I'm the Bruce McCheese. Hold your applause,” Randy bragged as he opened the last door in the hallway to reveal yet another supply closet. Running past Danny, he punched him in the shoulder, “I'm still a ninja without the mask Casper.”

“What was that? I couldn't hear you over your ego getting in the way!” Danny laughed as he turned the corner, only to catch a metal leg in his stomach. His back hit the wall and his stolen weapon went flying away from him.

“DANNY!” Randy screeched, knowing he wouldn't get there in time as the security bot charged up to fire.

His feet and hands moved before he could think about it.

‘Separate - Gather - Free’

Randy could feel the energy pool through him, starting with his feet (“Your stance grounds you,” First Ninja said, “It centers you. It's the most important part of using the spells.") and surging upwards through his body in a way he's never felt while in the suit. Randy could feel the air thicken in his palms and he thrust out his hands just as the energy hit his palms and the top of his head.

“Ninja AIR-FIST!”

He could see the ninja magic hit the security robot and smash it into the wall. All the energy that had surged through him faded out, leaving Randy feeling like he just played Grave Puncher for two days straight.

He swayed for a moment, exhaustion hitting him like a brick, before he stumbled over to a gob-smacked Danny.

“Since when could you do that?” Danny asked as he scrambled to his feet.

Randy braced himself against the wall, “Uhhhhhhhhh……now I guess?”

Danny looked at the dented wall, then back at Randy. “Can you do it again?”

“Nngh….think I'll pass out if I did.”

“Alright, last resort then. And I still can't go ghost.”

Randy groaned. “Man we are shoobed.”

“We just need to find the others…..and our stuff.” Danny crouched down in front of Randy. “Alright hop on. You look like you're about to pass out now.”

“Pretty sure it'd just slow us down.” Randy said, even as he wrapped his arms around Danny's neck.

“Dude it's like I'm holding a couple of grapes. What are you, 80 pounds soaking wet?”

“Screw you too.” He dug his heel into Danny's thigh, “Giddee up. I think I hear the others breaking things up ahead.”

Jake and Adrien were indeed in the next hallway over, both transformed and absolutely wrecking anything they came across.

“Hey guys!” Chat grinned at them, impaling the last security bot with his staff. “We were looking for you!”

“Yo Ribbons! What happened to you?” Jake flew over to hand them their backpacks.

“Turns out Mister Ninja over here can use his ninja magic out of the mask.”

Jake blinked at them, “You can do that?”

“Apparently,” Randy said as he slid off Danny's back, “if I want to feel like I went ten rounds with a hoard of robo-apes.”

“Oof.” Jake shook his backpack at them as Randy pulled on his mask. “Well we found the main computer room, stole a bunch of hard drives that I'm going to give to Spud and Tucker, and Chat broke like, everything in there with a Cataclysm so no need to worry about cameras.”

“And we found out what they are called.” Adrien chimed in, “Beings Under Government Surveillance. They had a sign.”

“Bugs?”

“B.U.G.S.!”

“No wonder the GIW are such pests!” Danny and Adrien said together, high fiving. Randy snickered at the pun.

“Yeah, you're all comedians, can we go? The missing fairies are running loose and I've got to figure out if they need to move, or if they'd be fine with some more magic barriers around their town.”

“And I really gotta talk to the Nomicon. It's wack they didn't warn me about this.”

~~~~

Later in the Nomicon:

First Ninja stared at him in disbelief, “You did what.”

#in which i recently rewatched randy cunningham and now have a lot of thoughts #and decided to write 1.4K words of something i realized Randy could do #and finally had a reason to introduce the SQ's personal Big Bad Antagonists: Beings Under Government Surveillance #yes i did the anagram just so i could make that pun #feel free to ask me about them #anyways try and see how many heacanons i shoved into this little one-shot #queen will write #secret quartet #miraculous ladybug #danny phantom #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #randy cunnigham #adrien agreste #chat noir #danny fenton #american dragon jake long #jake long #beings under government surveillance

[my-beloved-lakes]

Nate: condescending

Parker: con descending (from the ceiling)

#this is not the post i meant to make! #this joke is so dumb! #why did my brain even come up with this!? #i was going to make some other post that had the word condescending in it #but then i got distracted by this and i can't remember what i was actually planning to say 🤦 #bad puns #leverage #nate Ford #Parker

[chevaliermalfets]

#mission impossible #rogue nation #ethan hunt #people think ethan is Super Cool Tough Guy but like. cmon. he makes bad puns. he got called out by his boyfriend for being corny #he's a dork with an enormous heart!!!!! #ray.gif

[social-mockingbird]

dangerous habits

(eleventh doctor x reader)

time for more unabashed crushing on Matt Smith’s Doctor! i’m sort of a sucker for pet names (in the right context, of course) and Eleven’s offhand habit of calling things sweet names usually has me blushing a bit, so of course i had to write about it, because that’s how fanfiction works, and i really, really like him, sometimes against my better judgement. hopeless romantic, me. 

author’s rec while you read: i had bad habits by ed sheeran running through my head the entire time i was coming up with a title, go figure. if that’s not your bowl of rice then anything that makes you happy will bop just fine. :) 

____________

It’s official.

That habit of his was going to kill you.

“Oi, do you have the wrench?”

Quickly adjusting your leg so it stops needling and tingling, you place the tool in the hand waggling at you from under the TARDIS console. The Doctor pokes his head out briefly to give you a teasing smile.

“Thanks, dear.”

Your shoulders tense almost involuntarily. There it was.

He disappears under the console before you can smack him, leaving you hot and bothered. His little endearments have always rubbed you the right way, but more so than usual lately. The tone in his voice when he calls the TARDIS Sexy is enough cause to bang your head against something, never mind when he does it to you.

(It was apparently a long story, the TARDIS’ nickname. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to know.)

“You’re awfully quiet today, love. Something wrong?”

You can’t look at him as he emerges, putting his ridiculous goggles atop his head and wiping the grease from his face and hands.

“Hey? Hello? Anyone in there?” He raps his knuckles against your forehead, grinning. “Oi. It’s just me. Did I do something?”

“No,” you manage finally, flashing him a quick smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“No, when you’re thinking, you do this.” He scrunches his face into a remarkable imitation of you, even resting his chin on the heel of his hand and spacing out so well you almost wave a hand in front of his face. Then he’s got your attention, so quickly you can’t look away.

“When you’re bothered,” he says, “you make that face.” He pokes your cheek. “Tell me. I can help.”

“Sorry, Doc. You can’t help with this one.”

He looks offended. “Oi! I can help with just about anything, if you’ll remember?”

“You and your pride,” you tease, lightening up at his childish behaviour. “I’m serious, though. This isn’t really something you can fix.”

“And why’s that, love?”

His sudden closeness, combined with the endearment, startles you. A hot blush surges up your cheeks. His motley eyes search your face. They widen.

Oh, he knows.

Oh, no.

He knows.

A smirk starts to tweak the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, dear,” he almost purrs, and how on earth is such an awkward man being this attractive; creative curses run through your mind because there’s almost no space between you now, and the glow of the console is casting sharp shadows on his cheekbones, and his eyes are galaxies...

“I understand now,” he murmurs, lips so close to the shell of your ear that you shudder. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I...sexy?”

You reach out to push him away, you really do. But when your hands land on his chest, and his hand slides onto your knee, and you meet his eyes again, well—you don’t even think the TARDIS blames you for kissing him.

Though you’re almost positive the staccato flare of the lowlights is her way of laughing at your visible shock when the Doctor grasps your waist and kisses you back with everything he has in him.

look at this dumb man ugh I love him and his stupid goggles and pretty backlighting

#eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #matt smith #matt smith is stupidly adorable #reader insert #11th Doctor #11th doctor x reader #vera writes #vera has crushes and writes fanfictions about them #the scene the gif is taken from really lives rent free in my head #despite it being more of a small throwaway scene #i just loved the weird calm of him working on the TARDIS #sitting under there with him would be really nice #despite the sparks flying #literally and figuratively #hehehehe #vera makes bad puns

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on dont have it in me to scribble rn but i have updated Thoughts on Laughingstock. the update has affected my feelings on them

and those feelings are:

I LOVE THEM EVEN MORE NOW, WHAT THE FUCK??? THEY'RE??? AGH????

i am so glad i accurately pinned down their dynamic in my brain because OHHHH MY GOD HEARING IT OUT LOUD. AUGH. MINECRAFT DAMAGE NOISES

I KNEW THEY'D GO TOGETHER SO WELL! i mean! holy shit! they just! fucking! Work!

Howdy keeps Barnaby updated on family gossip! Barnaby knows the drama & members well enough to accurately call out "Wooly Aunt Molly'! Howdy tells Barnaby he has to bring his mom around for a drink!!! their shared love/style of humor! their shared laughs! The snappy, easy, familiar fluidity of their conversations! "I know I can always talk to you, Barn."

MY FUCKING GOD! THESE BITCHES GAY! GOOD FOR THEM! GOOD FOR THEM! i am laying face down in a ditch taking damage. my health bar does not deplete

#wailing sobbing screaming tearing into couch cushions with my teeth and eating the stuffing #they make my heart go WEH #wally in 12-14: really? right in front of my drink? #GODDDDDDDD AGH AGH AGH BARKING!!!!!! LOSING MY MIND!!! #thank fuck for a second i was starting to calm down about them #the train is back on the rails and hurtling full speed towards a cliff yeeHAWWWWW #i cant wait for my art motivation/ability to come back so i can DRAW THEM #I NEED TO DRAW THEM #BRAIN LET ME DRAW THEM #THE SCRIBBLES!!! I NEED TO FEED MY PEOPLE THEY ARE STARVING!!! #laughingstock #absolutely unprompted #barnaby watching his husband sell soap as food: man of my dreams <3<3<3<3 #howdy listening to barnaby make the same bad puns ten times in a row: man of my dreams <3<3<3<3

[daily-odile]

I love that art of Odile hitting Siffrin with a book. It’s a dynamic that seems obvious but, with the lack of content for it, ends up being pretty… novel

what did I say

#isat odile #in stars and time #isat #day 70 #yall just want odile to smack you with a book so bad don't ya #granted (same) #(and thank you all as always for liking my art ueueue) #15 left. huh. oops. #odaily. more like obidaily #sigh there's a reason why i dont make puns

[normal-person-i-promise]

bad sansuary day four: compliments

In which Sans compliments you with no mercy for your red face.

prompt list here

horrortale belongs to sour apple studios

× × ×

"hey. honey."

You look up from your book to see your boney boyfriend staring at you intently, his gaze intense, almost frightening.

He scoots closer to you on the bed, reaching a hand out and cradling your cheek. He draws his thumb over the edge of your eye sockets, sighing dreamily.

"you have beautiful eyes."

You clear your throat as a blush forms at his words, looking back down to your book as an excuse to avoid his gaze.

"...Thank you, Sans."

He removes his hand and shuffles on the bed to get closer to you, taking your book out of your hands and shutting it. He puts it to the side before he draws his attention back to you.

"...can't believe i'm dating someone so pretty."

He cradles your cheek, brushing a thumb across it delicately. He chuckles, the low tone sending shivers down your spine as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your cheeks darkening a few shades.

"soft hair."

He looks at you, watching as your face gets redder and redder with every word he says.

He grins as he draws his hand back.

"you're pretty cute when you're flustered, you know..."

His grin widens, and he comes very close.

"and i know exactly what would make you redder."

He looks at you with that red eye, a mischievous glint in it.

He moves closer, positioned on top of you. His legs were to either side of you as he leans in closer and closer, his hands to the left and right of your head. You were pinned against the headboard.

He kisses you, pressing his teeth to your lips delicately, sighing.

When he pulls away, he grins lazily, his gaze unmoving from your red face.

"...softest lips, too..."

#im so so bad at puns i am so so sorry hes not makinf puns #please imagine him making puns #sans x reader #horrortale #horror sans #horror sans x reader #badsansuary #words on a page