#ideas faciles

[donlumusical]

MANUALIDADES DE HALLOWEEN PARA NIÑOS. Moldes GRATIS.

Hola, Donlunáticos. Empezamos una nueva temporada y llega una época en la que me gusta siempre hacer alguna manualidad nueva: Halloween. En esta ocasión os traigo este murciélago para decorar vuestra clase, fiesta o rincón del día de Halloween. Es muy fácil de hacer y te dejo las plantillas gratis para que puedas recortar todas las piezas sin problema.   Si quieres recibir GRATIS MIS IDEAS,…

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#decoracion #diy #fiesta #halloween #halloween reciclaje #ideas faciles #manualidades #murcielago

[nelkcats]

Allies in unusual places

J'onn J'onzz didn't have much hope of receiving help after he was captured. He spent his nights locked up in those terrible laboratories, surrounded by selfish people who saw him as an experiment.

Still he did not give up, he continued to ask for help from the heroes he had heard about. Heroes who could save him and stop the future invasion. Many of those calls were futile, but there were times when he really felt that someone had heard him.

Perhaps it was because he was distracted that he didn't notice the fact that he wasn't the only "experiment" in the facility. It was only after he was moved that he noticed the teenager huddled in one of the containment units.

The boy looked exhausted, doing everything he could to make sure no one got to him, kicking and biting every time they tried to grab him; J'onn's heart broke. It was obvious that the boy wasn't human, he didn't look like a Martian either, but it was clear that he was a living being. A living being that was constantly being hurt by human greed.

The Martian was an adult, an adult who could endure pain, an adult who understood how horrible people could be, but that boy? He looked like a child, a child begging to be seen as a sentient being. J'onn hated it.

The days when he heard his sobs were the worst. That's why when the heroes came to "rescue" him, the first thing he did was set the boy free. Not caring about the looks he was getting, he wrapped the boy in a blanket and took him away (he was so scared, kicking and flailing, afraid he was going to get hurt again).

Even as they argued about the invasion, J'onn never left the boy's side. The same little boy who told them in a weak voice that he could help them, that he knew people who could help them.

Danny wanted to do something for the Martian who had helped him (and wasn't it amazing? there was a Martian in front of him! Someone who knew space!), and he thought that a couple of ghosts owed him some favors.

Unknown to the halfa, many of his former enemies were looking for him, desperate for the disappearance of the youngest of their own. The ghosts were furious, and perhaps an alien invasion could help them release their anger.

#dpxdc #Danny was captured #the GIW moved him to the same facility as the Martian #Although Danny was captured he did not go without a fight #He kicked and bit every time they wanted to get him out of the containment cage #his powers were blocked but he could defend himself with those blows #J'onn didn't notice it at first because he was distracted by his own pain #Danny's thoughts were on ghost speak too #so that didn't help the martian notice him either #dp x dc #dc x dp #J'onn became attached to Danny #Danny called to Amity after the last conversation #Team Phantom and almost all of the halfa's former enemies were gathered and checking the damage soon after #Most of the ghosts fight with Danny but know he's a baby ghost #They don't like the idea of ​​humans capturing a baby ghost #the invading Martians will suffer the wrath of anguished ghosts even if they had nothing to do with it #The GIW would also do so shortly after #j'onn j'onzz #martian manhunter

[galactikburzt]

Short animation with glados and wheatley !! (Do not tag as ship please by the way.)

I was kinda rusty with animation and then i kinda remember how to actually not make my stuff look extremely shaky after i started animating wheatley so im sorry for having glados be all stiff and shaky 😭😭

#portal #wheatley #wheatley portal #GLaDOS #glados portal #hes explaining to her why covering the entire facility on butter is a very good idea 🫶 #(it will be very funny if she does)

[prettycoolducks]

decided to quickly redraw/draw over an old (and I mean OLD) GLaDOS drawing. I liked the idea I was going for! It's GLaDOS standing over Cave Johnson's corpse lol. Original drawing under the cut (:

#art #my art #art of duck #portal #portal 2 #got distracted while packing and just started looking through all of my old digital art files. #I actually had redrawn this before but I never finished it #GLaDOS #cave johnson #I did a lil thing with the . the chassis. looks kinda like a halo. but also horns? glados be like i can be your angle or ur devil #I have no idea when this is from #I like the idea of making android GLaDOS's hair like Caroline's but choppy like she cut it herself or something #portal fanart #Im a sucker for GLaDOS as a ghost symbolism #she was driven to kill everyone in the facility for what they did to her but she DOESNT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THAT WAS. until the end of p2 of #its so good. gotta replay portal 2

[moss-on-trees]

dp x dc prompt: "never ever let a fenton drive", or team phantom's dimension-hopping adventure

danny inherited the abysmal driving skills of his parents. the people in amity park are used to it though so this wouldn't be such a problem if he hadn't started learning to create portals recently, as seen when he opened a portal under his car while driving to avoid crashing into someone else while pursued by the GIW (sue him, it was a stressful situation). jazz is passed out right next to him, sam and tucker are screaming in the backseat while dani's cackling between them, adrenaline junkie that she is. the car is falling into the ghost zone and right out of another natural portal. they land right in front of a group of weirdos dressed in colourful costumes.

"... the only reason why i'm not killing you a second time is because this city looks super goth," says sam, waving the fenton thermos threateningly.

"there's nothing stopping me," mutters tucker, eyeing the costumed people warily.

danny squirms. "well, at least the GIW can't get us there?"

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc au #batpham #danny phantom #batphantom #bonus point for liminal!team phantom #and the batfam being somehow convinced that they come from a dimension where the whole planet is radioactive #all this because of a throw away comment tucker made about their weirdness being common at home because of the ambient ectoplasm #a possible reason why they were pursued: vlad was somehow caught by the giw and experimented on #turning him into little baby man plasmius #team phantom rescued him very reluctantly #they were caught sneaking out of the facility #though thankfully that was after danny had turned back into his human form #they'll have to come back at some point to close the fenton portal #but i like the idea of them staying and employing their ghost wrangling skills to work with the justice league #either as heroes or support #idk if i like it better if they're still teens in this au or if they're all adults who were just in amity somehow

[avvail-whumps]

‘the facility’ — the breakout 1/?

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content warnings: prison whump, medical whump, captivity, imprisonment, prisoners of war, mass prison breakout, minor character deaths, blood, gun and knife violence, murder, manhandling

Noah’s wide eyes flickered desperately around him, as if trying to make sense of the deadly warning that had just rang out. As though it was some cruel, unfathomable joke, the automated voice spoke again.

“Code: Black.” 

The personnel that had been speaking to him slapped their hands over their mouth, backing up with staggering footsteps. They gave Noah a wide eyed stare, before they were racing out of the laboratory with panicked speed. 

Soon, everyone else followed. 

“Code: Black,” the voice crackled. “Level Nine. All staff make their way to…gency…Code—” 

Over the blaring sound of the alarm and the dark red tinge concealed over his vision, Noah just barely felt his new assigned Apoid grab his shoulder, and start tugging him out of the laboratory with intense urgency. Once he’d managed to unstick the abhorrent terror in him, the blood boiling panic spurred him on. This was the stuff of nightmares. 

Code Black was only meant to be purely theorectical. The Facility was built to withstand multiple breakouts at the same time, but it must have devolved into something much more serious. If Level Nine was on a Code Black, that meant there was a mass breakout, and lots of angry prisoners would be on the loose. 

The Apoid kept a tight grip of him as they raced down the corridors, filled with scrambling Personnel and scientists and even Apoids, their guns raised in case a threat came racing down the corridor. Noah’s throat was parched, each step foreign on his own two feet. 

He could only think about one thing. Where was Fionn? In a situation like this, Apoids were the last to make it to the emergency elevators. They were expected to execute and contain as many prisoners as they could to buy time for an escape for everybody else, and the last thing he had said to him was not to come near him. 

As the alarms continued to screech, the defeaning sound of gunfire suddenly pierced through the air. The staff that had been racing down the corridor screeched to a sudden halt, a burly prisoner rounding the corner with an Apoid’s rifle in his hand. 

Noah’s eyes widened in shock, and the Apoid threw him behind cover just as he started firing into the crowd. 

He heard a sickening thud next to him, uncurling his arms from around his head, just to meet the wide, bloodshot eyes of a dead scienist. Noah’s own filled with stinging tears at the sickening sight.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he wheezed, flinching violently when there were more gunshots and blood curdling screams. The Apoid wrapped an arm around his shoulders and hurled him in a different direction, staggering over his own two feet when bullets sprayed against the corner of the wall, just missing the top of his head. 

He struggled to catch his breath.

Dead bodies were sprawled along the ground, patterns of fresh blood, streaks, puddles, hand prints, all surrounding them.

He resisted the urge to throw up as they dashed past, swallowing down the sting of bile in his throat. Noah ducked behind the Apoid as they came to a crossing, raising his rifle and gunning down a prisoner that had been careering towards them. They covulsed and crumbled to the floor, and Noah was glad they were going in the opposite direction. 

The emergency elevators weren’t far from here. As long as they got them and to a safer, higher level that wasn’t in the same situation, everything would be okay. 

Noah was suddenly shoved forward by his Apoid, who didn’t raise his gun time before a huge prisoner had grabbed him by the skull, and slammed his helmet into the wall. The Apoid stuttered from the sheer force, and even as Noah whipped around in shock, he could see he was dazed from the attack. Before he could shoot him, the prisoner had ripped his rifle from his very hands, and cracked his skull back against the wall. 

Noah had to surpress a scream when the prisoner ripped the knife from his belt, and jabbed it straight into his neck. The Apoid went all tense and his legs buckled, but the prisoner was relentless. The knife jerked in and out of his flesh until his throat was mangled, blood even visible against the blackness of the uniform. 

His foot slipped on a puddle of blood when he tried to make a getaway, his chin colliding with the solid ground with a painful crash. His heart was in his throat and his blood was burning in his own ears as he desperately scrambled forward, eager not to meet the same fate. 

Before he could get up, he felt something roughly seize the back of his jacket, and jerk him back. 

“No!” Noah screamed, desperately flailing in the prisoner’s grasp as he wrangled him onto his back, his blood soaked hands slipping against the floor as he frantically tried to squirm away. “Please, please, oh my god.” 

The prisoner’s hard glare looked him over, fingers twisting into his jacket to get a look at his nametag. Noah’s vision was spinning, his head overflowing with thoughts of how brutally he was going to kill him with that knife, that his guts were going to be hanging all over the walls and he would never get to see his family again, and—

The prisoner let out a snort. 

Noah flinched violently when his rough hands wiped away his streaming tears, smudging coppery blood all over his cheeks. The prisoner abruptly let go of him, and he scrambled backwards in sheer panic. 

“You’re gonna wish I had killed you, little man,” he sneered, gripping the Apoid’s rifle in his hands with a smirk. “Better get running before he finds you.” 

He watched with wide, unblinking eyes as he turned away and disappeared down the corridor, as if he expected him to change his mind and finish the job. His eyes couldn’t help but drift to the Apoid’s dead corspe, still convulsing as if he was alive, and Noah let out a harrowing sob. He wrenched away, heaving, before realising he was still sitting in a puddle of someone’s blood. 

Disgust wriggled into his skin, and he forced himself onto his wavering feet, biting back his terrified sobs. 

This was a nightmare. It had to be. 

Just a cruel nightmare. One that he would wake up from, and he’d be okay. 

But then something the prisoner said resonated with him. Better get running before he finds you. Noah didn’t want to think about the obvious implications of that warning; the easy deduction of who he was. It made him wonder if other prisoners knew, if Cash had told them to save Noah for himself. Because that was what he had told him, hadn’t he, when his arm had been wound tightly around his throat?

He staggered, shoulder hitting the wall with a thud. The sobs wracked through his body, constricting the air from his lungs, and it made it hard to even stand upright. Like this terrible weakness was plaguing his limbs. 

Distant gunfire and shrill screams, ones of agony and pain, spurred him onwards. His vision swam at each dead body he came across, stumbling over bloated, bloody corpses, but he knew he needed to get to the emergency elevators - somehow.

The sound of raging gunfire got louder, and Noah sank behind cover before peering down the long corridor. Scientists were cramming themselves into elevators, bloody handprints smeared along the doors. There must have been dozens of bodies on the ground, all sprawled haphazardly ontop of each other, and Noah’s breath caught in his throat when he met wide, bloodshot eyes.

It was a massacre. Scientists and Personnel of all kinds were scrambling to get inside, most gunned down before they even made it, their bodies convulsing and hitting the ground with a thud. 

One elevator, packed with Scientists, had been about to close, before a prisoner with access to an Apoid’s gun stepped inside. There was the uproar of frightened screams, and when the doors slid shut, Noah could hear the distant sound of muffled gunfire. He slapped a bloodied hand over his mouth, his knees buckling. 

It was practically slaughter. 

Prisoners were swarming everywhere on the Level, and everything was spinning out of control. These sorts of emergencies were supposed to be purely hypothetical - never in the history of the Facility had a Code Black ever been announced on those speakers. 

Something twisted in his hair, jerking his head back, and Noah gave a sharp gasp as someone wrangled him onto the ground. A gangly prisoner was ontop of him in seconds, causing Noah to thrash out in panic, sinking a knee into his boney stomach. 

The sight of the knife was enough to spur him into action. 

The prisoner’s fingers were digging into his skin, stinging the flesh, yanking Noah along with him. His heart leapt into his throat when the knife almost slashed across his chest, forcing him to scramble, grabbing the prisoner’s wrist in a tight, desperate grasp. They let out a teeth bared hiss, attempting to violently buck Noah off. They succeeded, for just a moment, and Noah felt their leg shove him off, his back slamming into the wall. 

When they came at him again, he threw himself out of range, boot smacking into their head. 

It was with enough adrenaline fueled force that the prisoner flew back, the knife slipping from their fingertips. Gunfire rained over the top of them, and Noah pressed himself close to the ground, choking on hard pants. He met the prisoner’s eyes, just for a moment, before they both leapt for the knife. 

By some miracle, Noah seized it first, gripping it tight in his hand. 

The prisoner barrelled into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs, their nails scratching at his face and only narrowing avoiding his eyes. The skin tore, beading with little spots of blood, and Noah’s fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife when the pain made his eyes water. A desperate rush smashed into him. He might have told himself that he wasn’t thinking clearly, but he was. He wanted the prisoner to get off of him, no matter what. 

Noah grit his teeth together, jabbing the knife into the prisoner’s neck. It was shocking how easily it went in, straight down to the hilt, and they made a garbled, pained noise, eyes bulging. Noah rolled them over abruptly, the air rushing back to his lungs, before he forced the knife out. A spray of blood erupted from the wound, feeling it drench his hands, and the prisoner’s body violently convulsed, jerking and stuttering, drowning on the fresh liquid. 

Noah forced himself onto his feet, almost tripping over their corpse. The strength had completely lost him, the knife clattering to the ground, tearing his eyes away from the still convulsing body. 

His legs carried him in the direction of the elevators. They were closed, taking Scientists and Personnel to safety, and Noah prayed to whatever was out there, that that could be him. 

He screeched to a halt, hairs pricking on edge when a group of armed prisoners came around the corner, blocking his path to the elevators. Noah felt the world around him spin when their guns tilted in his direction, and he dove into a doorway just as they started firing. He swore he felt it shave the hairs on his head. 

He held back a sob, kicking the door to the room shut behind him, before slamming his still bloody hands on the lock, sticky against the pad. 

Loud bangs reverbated from outside, the prisoners shouting and attempting to force the door open. Noah’s wide eyes were glued onto it, crumbling to his knees, the tears sliding down his cheeks freely. It stung the scratches on his face, but he didn’t even have it in him to wince, numbed by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

When the banging stopped, Noah deflated. He lifted his shaking hands, staring at the sticky redness painting every inch of skin, filling his senses with tangy copper. Noah’s face wrinkled, and he let out a harrowing sob. He tried to scrub the blood off, frantically wiping it against the ground, the tears dripping from his chin like a downpour. 

He backed himself up into the corner of the room, curling himself up so he was as small as he felt. The blaring alarm rang through his mind like a cruel mantra, sobbing until his throat went raw. 

This was a nightmare. Just a nightmare - it had to be. Nothing like this could ever happen to him. 

Noah choked on a startled breath, trying not to flinch at the assortment of sounds outside of the room. The crackling of gunfire, the screaming, the huge thuds and bangs. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately burying himself into his arms. He wasn’t sure how long he had spent huddled in the corner of the room, his head buried between his knees and desperately trying to breathe. 

It didn’t come easy for him, with all of the blazing noises outside, with all of the memories of the dead bodies, Scientists, Apoids and Personnel alike, left as mangled corpses in a pool of their own blood. Noah’s chest stuttered, lungs fluttering, caked in tears, sweat and blood of both his own, and other people. 

He wondered if hiding in here was the best option. 

If the Facility was under lockdown, they would eventually send reinforcements to control the situation. No prisoner would ever leave, unless it was dead. But then Noah thought about Cash, and those dreaded warnings he had got, and he wondered if a door was enough between them to keep the vengeful prisoner far away from him. 

It couldn’t be. 

His puffy eyes squinted, lifting his head up. He wondered what Fionn would say to him. What he was doing right now. Any one of those lifeless Apoid corpses could have been him, and Noah would have never known. His heart squeezed painfully at the thought. 

Above all, he prayed that Fionn was safe. Even though, out of the two of them, he stood a better chance at surviving this nightmare with his training and his weapons, Fynn still couldn’t be sure if that would be enough to make it out of here alive. It hadn’t been for his second assigned Apoid, who he had known for no more than ten minutes. 

Slowly lifting himself onto his feet, Noah numbly stepped over to the door, ever so slowly. 

Hiding wouldn’t work forever - the emergency elevators were his best chance to get to safety. The breakout could have extended to Level Eight or Level Seven, so he couldn’t delay a chance. Ever since the first disruption of chaos, the noise by the elevators had seemed to die down. Noah saw the mounts of bodies, and the amount of prisoners that had been slaughtering them. The initial scramble for safety will have quietened down by now. 

He hoped. 

His heart was pounding against his ribcage like a jackhammer, swarming up to his ears. He counted the agonising seconds that he stood there, staring at the door, not even daring to move. It was as though one breath would give him away. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake the blurriness encroaching the edges of his vision. With a firm push, Noah slid open the door. He was met with the same blood soaked hallways, and flinched back when a body slumped unceromomiously by his feet. Another Apoid. He released a shuddering breath, tearing his eyes away. 

With a pounding heart, he checked the corridor. Some shouting prisoners caused him to duck back, but they passed the elevators only after a few moments. The blood rushed to his head. One of them was open - empty and awaiting him, like some sort of enticing treat. 

He had to move now. 

Giving the corridors one final glance, his shaking legs managed to step over the dead body, bracing against the wall. Each little step was as though lead weights were melded into his skin, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling on edge. With each second that dragged on, Noah’s desperation increased. It was like he could taste freedom and safety on the tip of his tongue, and his pace quickened just a bit. 

He didn’t even dare look behind him, blocking out the rips of gunfire in the distance and the ear piercing screams. 

There was a sudden breakout of footsteps behind him, and something hard barrelled into the side of his body. It sent him smacking into the hard ground, almost clipping his chin in an awkward way. He sucked in a sharp, pained gasp, head snapping up to find another scientist making a beeline for the elevator. There was blood dripping down his face, from what he could see, and Noah’s head snapped around in the direction he had come from. 

His heart sank to his boots.

Cash was going at a calm, leisurely pace as he crossed the intersection, those intense eyes finding Noah’s immediately. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, as if he hadn’t been the one chasing the frightened scientists. 

He heard the shrill beep of the elevator, and his heart leapt into his throat. The scared scientist was jabbing frantically at the button, tears slipping down his cheeks, and by the time Noah realised what was happening, the doors were already beginning to slide closed. 

“Hold it!” He screamed, staggering to his feet frantically as he burst forward with a newfound shock of adrenaline. The scientist backed away from the buttons, bumping into the rail, his wide eyes flickering towards Noah. The doors continued to slide close. “Please! Please, hold it!” 

He desperately threw himself at them, but it was too late. Noah pounded his fists desperately against them, a rush of anger and terror making his throat burn. 

“Motherfucker!” Noah sobbed, banging so hard he was sure his hands had gone numb. “Motherfucker! Open the door!” 

Instead, he was met with strong fingers twisting in his hair, and Noah only caught a glimpse of Cash’s face, before he slammed his head into the elevator door. He was out cold instantly.

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[rottmnt-residuum]

WAS going to send in a list of vaguely crack-like theories, but i only really got three

1: raph is going to kill bishop via some kinda blow to the head (got this from the index art/cover)

2: whatever's going on with casey and her boy has to do with the foot (got this from them being in japan and their situation being described as some sorta yakuza drama from the faq)

3: the "hand monstrosity" mentioned in some asks is made from mutant limbs (got this the fact that repo mantis is missing his mantis blades, the government seems to be lying to him about who chopped off his hand equivalents)

they're not TOO good, because. y'know. crack. and my theorizing power isn't too good when there's not too much evidence. i mean when a game i like was in early access and only had the first cutscene to go off of i thought a guy was a completely different guy just because they had the same haircut and stance (he wasn't.)

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#anniversary theorython #you know #i've been wondering where y'all got the idea that the facility told repo that #cuz no one did

[maiios]

What do the iterators do in their freetime? do they have any hobbies, like drawing or singing? -star anon!!

part (1/2) - suns & moon

yes! they have multiple hobbies they enjoy to pass the time :]

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #father suns <3 #suns literally loves their cat so much #they wishes cars were real #ofc suns loves making matching ANYTHING with their cat child #and of course suns knits/sews stuff for their friends #nsh got suns' first ugly ass quilt #he treasures how much effort suns put into the idea od why they chose every color #(it was the nerdiest reasons ever) #aka: i chose this umber brown bc it theoretically should compliment this lapis blue #<- an absolutely horrendous color combination #ok moving on to moon #moon loves LOVES going back to her submerged superstructure bc a lot of sea creatures reside there from shoreline being dried up #sometimes if shes in the area she will visit the drainage system but not find TOO much there to record #she also loves collecting mushrooms and trading info about flora with siggy #since she no longer has access to her medical facility shes trying to find ways to treat creatures that are sick #aka hunter but shhh #SHES SO SWEET WAAH #rain world #looks to the moon #seven red suns #rw dried au #dried asks

[rainyraisin]

Fanart for @rottmnt-residuum because I’ve been reading it for a good while now and I’ve always wanted to make fanart but I was too scared to ask if I was allowed hgfhbjghvbj

But turns out the creator likes fanart so yay!!! :D

I didn’t really have any ideas though so uh have a quick shitpost based on the @tmntaucompetition

He’s trying to figure out if he can throw a basketball at Bishop without getting caught 💪💪💪

I promise I’ll do an actual drawing at some point gfhjgyffjh

#love residuum sm sm it’s so good AH #residuum Donnie my love #goofy guy #the angst is so INCREDIBLE fr!!!! #residuum au #me whenever I see any residuum content whatsoever: :DDDD!!! #I’m bad at thinking of pose ideas I’m hoping it isn’t obvious ghjgffhhg #he slays those jeans fr #u go bestie #fashionable even whilst in holding within a government facility #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt fanart #he’s ballin’ fr!!!!

[theminecraftbee]

“When you said you had a plan, I thought it would be better than this.”

“Hey, man, don’t look at me. I’m not the one who stole a mermaid.”

“You can’t steal a person. Xb made the choice to come with me.”

Xb flaps his tail lazily from the center of the pool. The chlorine feels strange against his scales, but it’ll do for the time being, for being the first time he’s been in fresh air for quite a while. He tilts his head and watches Hypno argue with his chilly human, only to realize they’ve turned to him.

“Don’t look at me. I was the one who was stolen,” he says. Hypno sighs in a way that’s grown familiar.

“You told me I—I’m just saying that—this isn’t even ours, Cub!”

“We steal Keralis’s pool all the time,” the chilly human says. “He hasn’t called the cops on us yet.”

“I think he’s trying to Home Alone us,” Hypno mutters, “not that he’s an altruist.”

“Eh,” the chilly human says.

“When you said you had a plan—”

“I didn’t have a mermaid plan. I had a ‘Scar steals a manatee from the aquarium’ plan that I modified. Have to say, Hypno, didn’t expect you to be the one to make me use it.”

“…why would a Scar steal a manatee, and how were you planning on handling the chemicals in here?” Xb asks. It is, he figures, the only truly relevant part of the conversation.

“He’s Scar,” Hypno answers, at the same time as the chilly human answers:

“That was one of the steps I modified when Hypno told me you’d be able to just breathe a bit of air. Didn’t have to buy out the water treatment for fish from Petco.”

“What?” Hypno says.

“Fair,” Xb says, as though he knows what a Petco is. (He knows many human things after his time in captivity. That is not one of them.)

“Stop complaining so much,” the chilly human says. “Who else would you have asked who’d have a plan like this?”

“Jevin,” Hypno says instantly.

“Rude.”

“We can’t just keep Xb in Keralis’s pool. We have to have another place to put him later. Ideally, the actual ocean, but even before then,” Hypno continues.

“It is a little small,” Xb concedes. It is still better than his old tank by far, but if he’s being given the time to complain…

“Not just that,” Hypno says. “But—”

“Aha! I got you this time!” a sing-song voice from above says. “Naughty boys! Here to wreck my pool again. I have you now!”

In front of Xb, he watches Hypno and the chilly human move awkwardly as though to hide him from the man standing on the balcony. Xb, who is far more reasonable about these things. He doesn’t attempt to hide. He looks up at the human instead, curiously. He feels something in his chest looking at him, and something more when the human stops talking about catching Hypno and his friends, and locks eyes with Xb.

Xb bares his teeth and flares his fins in a threat display. Not because he feels the need to be threatening—he’s not frightened—but because he wants to see what this human will do.

The human’s face morphs into a wide smile.

“Oh! You’ve brought me a princess!” he says. “Hello, princess! I am Keralis!”

Xb regards him for a moment. “Xb,” he says.

“Lovely!” Keralis says.

There’s a moment of stunned silence from the others.

“It took me three months to get you to let me say your name!” Hypno says accusingly. “Three months!”

“Keralis is prettier,” Xb says instantly, dry as the outside of his old tank.

“True,” the chilly human responds, and Keralis giggles.

“I hate all of you,” Hypno says, and Xb knows that’s a lie. You don’t steal people you hate.

#a bee fic #hermitcraft #xbcrafted #hypnotizd #cubfan135 #keralis #I don’t. even watch most of these guys #I just had this come to me in a vision and went temporarily insane #anyway actual fans of these guys enjoy this stupid au idea #in which xb was a mermaid in a government facility that Hypno has stolen/rescued

[teecupangel]

Weird compound idea. So I was thinking about how there’s so many animal Desmonds they could fill a zoo. And then I had the thought: Desmond Zoo! Some Isu got Desmond’s DNA and replicated him in animal form like fifty times over and made a zoo. Until one day, one slip up, one tiny mishap, one minuscule mistake leads to a Desmond outbreak!

Okay but what if all the animal Desmond were from the same ‘in between’. Not just the animal Desmonds but the creature Desmonds as well.

They’re all kept in suspended animation, in a facility that exist nowhere and everywhere at the same time, its existence forever weaving through the countless calculations all around it.

And in this facility, there lies only one caretaker.

But then…

Someone infiltrated the facility.

It is currently unknown if the plan had been to steal a specific Desmond or something else but the caretaker manages to find the infiltrator before they could do anything.

But in the chase that happened afterwards…

The lock placed upon all of the Desmonds was unlocked.

And the stability of the facility broke.

The Desmonds were thrown into different timelines within the Calculations where they would wake up without any memories of how they got there.

And now…

It is up to the caretaker to find them and return them to the facility once more.

Of course…

It was easier said than done, considering how these Desmonds tend to… ‘find’ their way towards the people who would do everything to keep them safe.

Even from a caretaker who was more Isu than human.

#dun dun dun #sooooo… #i guess this is the prologue of every animal and creature desmond? #maybe? #idk #who tried to infiltrate the facility? #who’s the caretaker? #uuuhhh… #you guys decide? XD #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #131

Tony Stark has been kidnapped. Barely a year after saving the universe, and fresh out of a coma -- he's gone. Everyone is doing everything they possibly can to find him. The Avengers, the government, the cops, everyone.

Well... everyone except Morgan. Nobody will let her help.

Irritated, determined, alone, and terrified, Morgan finally decides to take matters into her own hands. 

Her mom wants to keep her away from the search. The Avengers and other adults won't take her seriously. But she knows of one hero who might support her. A hero known for guiding kids to their lost parents (though usually the kid is the lost one, but her mom always says her dad is immature so he probably counts).

She remembers her dad's stories. This hero would understand her need to help, to do something, too.

It's weird that nobody has thought to call this person in for the search anyway, and it's weirder that FRIDAY doesn't seem to have any info on them, but Morgan is persistent.

She sets out to ask Spider-Man to help her find her missing dad.

This is a remix of an old fic idea (#44, which no one has done yet btw!) that I just thought of ^_^

#does peter even know tony's missing or have they kept that from the public?? #does peter even know tony's ALIVE OR HAVE THEY KEPT THAT FROM THE PUBLIC??? #irondad fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #also what if tony's kidnappers are like torturing him and he suddenly REMEMBERS PETER #so when the big rescue happens #(after lots of morgan & peter bonding plus LOTS of peter angst #(woe is me! tony needs to be okay I need him to be okay but he won't remember me this sucks this SUCKS)) #after ALL THAT #peter and morgan actually succeed in their rescue attempt #and tony immediate includes peter in the hugging crying fest too #ironfam #peter parker #morgan stark #tony stark #avengers & co show up 20 minutes late to the rescue without even starbucks #only to see a whole facility of knocked out guards #and tony and two kids hugging on the floor #queueueueue #weekly reminder that i love you all but am too busy to be human :)

[spotsupstuff]

I have a question about sparrows

did she ever make any connections during the times she was studying to be an iterator technician or was she kinda like, that one dude in college nobody talked to?

hmm... well!

she didn't have any luck with her "peers", that's for sure. the first two years were hell. she could've been only glad when she became that one dude nobody talked to

the teachers aren't there to make connections with students, of course, but they weren't much help either

the only people she really connected with was the person who taught her violin, the bartender of a place she came to often to Cope and compared to everything else Boreas' annoying aggravating presence eventually became a comfort. if the overseers are watching, nobody will start too big a ruckus

#Spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #oc: three sparrows #ask to tag #cuz that first page Did make me physically sick but ive no idea how to tag that 😔 #this took a bitsy- had to design her fit for school days at least a lil n also wanted to chill a tad after the comic... hope this makes- #-up for the wait at least #gods. i was streamin to shkiki when i was workin on this a bit n she pointed out just how Far Boreas' facilities are from Sparrows home #shes so far away from home. started all of this when she was 19. shes introverted. unused to living on top of an iterator. no summer break #-looks into the sunset and sighs heavily- fuck.

[trainercrow]

I may have gotten inspired by the miku project to design some new fashions for Bluthe based on the pokemon she'd pick from each type

Obviously water type is his beloved partner pokemon Angel the Toxapex

Maybe she'd wear this at his battle facility after all of her adventures

#pokemon #my art #toxapex #pokemon oc #i probably wont get through more than a couple of these but i did pick out every pokemon hed use for the designs #maybe blu would go back to alola and replace the battle tree w an official facility #i still like the idea of a cruise ship battle facility tbh

[cupidtxt]

something something robotnik wasn't always bad something something

bonus doodle of sonic during his capture in sonic forces. trying to cope with everything

#art #my art #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #dr robotnik #dr.robotnik #dr. robotnik #eggman #dr. eggman #dr.eggman #ivo robotkin #dr. ivo robotnik #listen i love. this idea #my hc is sonic was 'purchased' (rescued) from a lab facility located underwater #(hence his fear of water) #by robotnik b4 he went bad #it was more gradual than anything and unfortunately seeing sonic in this state kinda flipped the switch for that decline #which sucks but hey at least sonic got out of it #it being the facility #ask to tag #jic

[magewolf-the-artist]

A Ramble

I really, really wish people would write fanfics/draw fanart of the possessed animatronics chilling at the K-9 facility. The potential alone is astounding. The angst? The fluff? The hurt/comfort? Please, I beg of you humble folk to write an angsty fic about Charles lamenting over Lily or draw some art of Ashley fucking around.

#the walten files #walten files #twf fanfic #there are a couple fanfics like this on AO3 but it's of the actual character's personalities overriding the souls of Bon's victims #Which I don't mind #It's an interesting idea #Just not my cup of tea #But I'm moreso lamenting on the fact there's so few fanfics/fanart about this topic #Like seriously it's a GOLDMINE #Me upon realizing how much potential I could squeeze out of the poor bastards at the K-9 facility: #it's free real estate