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randomizt · 1 year
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au where blue joins the bad sanses
dream and ink thinks he’s been taken forcefully and is in great agony/pain but in reality he’s perfectly fine/enjoying himself
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zimthandmade · 8 months
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Even if he‘s as physically inactive as one can be, Near most likely has this adolecent sweaty stench on him. He‘s a teen in the SPK arc after all. Teens stink.
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houseofthelabyrinth · 7 months
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⚕️ Turn Illness into a Weapon ⚕️
"Among the surviving records of SPK’s (Sozialistisches Patientenkollektiv or Socialist Patients' Collective) actions and ideologies is a manifesto written by its members called Aus Der Krankheit Eine Waffe Machen (often translated as To Make an Army out of Illness, or Turn Illness into a Weapon). This 1972 text is part user manual, part oral history, part sardonic critique of Cold War capitalism. Unlike other self-organized patient groups and their counterparts in the anti-psychiatry movement, SPK uniquely combined Marxist political theory, social science analysis, and what they termed 'therapeutic praxis' to create an improvised, in-patient community with the express collectivist goal of researching the connections between capitalism, madness, eugenics, and the individuation of illness under political economies of work and care."¹
— from Health Communism, written by Beatrice Adler-Bolton and Artie Vierkant.
[ID: My design of a linocut print on brown paper. A snake is wrapped around a stick, with text below which reads, "Turn Illness into a Weapon". The snake is hissing and baring its fangs. Its tongue is curling out of its mouth. The second image is the same design but on white paper. End ID]
¹ Beatrice Adler-Bolton and Artie Vierkant, Health Communism (Brooklyn: Verso, 2022), 128-129.
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noxx-33i · 1 month
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More humanoid SPK (soldier, poet, king) ART!! Might fully color or start a mini comic teehee :3
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beansismyreligion · 11 months
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:) ★ ?
Dewey measured twelve inches with the ruler, Huey lifted the medallion to the correct height, and Louie held the lantern. Three seemed to be the perfect number to get the job done, and Huey smiled. He could’ve done it by himself, probably, but he didn’t have to, and that was the beauty of it.
Immediately, little points of light shone down onto the map, traveling through the total six gems.
“Cool,” Dewey whispered, and Huey smiled wider.
Fanart of chapter 15 of Solider, Poet, King by @stargaze-sunflower !! go give it a read !!
“Look!” Dewey exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward and bumping Huey’s shoulder in the process. “It’s all lined up!”
And he was right; five of the gem lights were dancing above existing villages, but one of Dewey’s blue dots was swaying out in the middle of nowhere.
“Mark it down!” Huey urged.
Dewey scrambled for the pencil and drew a smiley face right under his blue light.
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sonicrainicorn · 24 days
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really exposing my music tastes with this one
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reveks · 3 months
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Recently hit 500 aus and decided to do this to celebrate! This took me days to do but I'm so proud of it!
AUs featured are:
Red- Nightmare Heart Revek au
Orange - Peacock Feathers au
Yellow- Demons au (pre-fall)
Green- Soldier, Poet, King au
Cyan- Minecraft au
Blue- Starboys au
Purple- Mooncall au
Pink- Everbloom au
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shitpostingkats · 1 year
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It wouldn’t be a yugioh protagonist if they didn’t have mid-late show depression over a traumatic near death experience.
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theunderscorwolph · 7 months
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Idk man, somin for SPK
"ZED, GET BACK HERE" Impulse shouted at the sheep who was sprinting of into the trees with the blanket in his clutches.
Tango groaned, why couldn't this be a peaceful morning. His feet still hurt from yesterdays walk and he was already missing the soft and fancy bed at Skizz's kingdom. instead he was laying on the ground using a bag full of uncomfortable things as a pillow.
At least it hadn't rained, or else there would be too many burn marks on Tango for ether Zed or Impulse to heal.
Tango sat up and stretched, rolling his head and rubbing at his neck. "WAH! TANGO SAVE ME!" Zedaph screeched, ducking behind Tango as a very unhappy Impulse trudged out of the foliage with enough sticks and leaves in his hair to build a bird nest.
The prince of Ashten stomped up to Tango (who still was waking up and now has to stop whatever this is) sitting on the ground with Zedaph crouched behind him "Zed, we have to pack quickly if we want to get to Hounts Town by dark," Impulse growled pulling one of the many sticks out of his hair "hand me the blanket so I can pack it." Impulse's expression softened and held out his hand to take the blanket from Zed.
Zed glanced at the offered hand "Yeah but we've been walking for three days straight, Impy. dontchya want a break?" Zed pleaded "I mean look at poor Tango," Zedaph grabbed Tango's face and tilted it up twards the demon "Look at how sad and tired he is! I know I'll be fine with all the walking but what about Tango, his poor little legs can't handle it. Sure he's a trained guard but he hasn't walked this far or long without taking a days break." Impulse's soft look had dropped after Zed's rant, now he just looked impatient.
"Are you done?" He asked tilting his head slightly and bringing his once outstretched hand to his hip. Zedaph was apparently not done "what about you Impy, you're a prince and deserves his beauty sleep so he can woo all the people-" with that sentence Zed got a balled up cloke to his face.
Zed pulled the cloke off and glared at Impulse before turning his question to Tango. "Tango don't you want a break too?" Zedaph asked with pleading eyes, Tango sighed and rubbed his eye "I just want to go back to Skizz's kingdom and sleep in that bed for a week." Tango said flicking his tail, "oh yeah sure you can go back," Impulse said, walking away to assumingly make breakfast for the trio "but that will, one take you a three days walk from here to Azure, and two will get you ether killed or captured on sight." Impulse deadpaned while starting a fire.
Tango groaned and tossed his head back to find Zedaph's shoulder. "At least let me wake up first before we start trudging to the town." Tango lifted his head back up and yawned "hmmmm... narp!" Zed pushed off the ground using Tango's head, Tango grumbled a rude remark under his breath.
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vietgevanni · 6 days
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I wonder why Gevanni isn’t in death note short stories.. especially when he played such a large role in the main story
It makes me think, what happened to him?
Then I remember his lifespan that was shown in 1.28 which was 305717
Which is about 2 or 3 months
So what if Gevanni died?
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randomizt · 1 year
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me after i remember i’m an artist and can literally make whatever i want
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zimthandmade · 2 days
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Since you're now working on an alternate ending (within an alternate universe lol), I was wondering if you have some kind of mini story or something that explains how the kids survived the original story.
Not on how they survive exactly but I have some extensive notes on what happens for the surviving 2.1 Mello and Matt in the few days between the Takada kidnapping and the confrontation between Light and Near if you wanna read those? -> Near's Deal
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whumpshaped · 2 years
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tw bullying, multiple whumpers, humiliation, dehumanisation, making fun of past trauma
Pumpkin didn't like Anton's friends. They thought they were all pretentious and horrible – just like Anton. They never once voiced that opinion, of course.
"Sometimes I still wonder why you keep that one around," one of them sighed. "Do you keep every rat you find in the sewers?"
Pumpkin winced at the words, bowing their head further. They could never seem to make themself small enough to avoid being mocked.
"Aw, don't be so mean to poor little Pumpkin." Anton could reach them from where he was sitting, and he ruffled their hair, just a bit rougher than could be considered friendly. "They're a treasured family friend! Best of friends with my little brother too. Two broken peas in a pod, of course they found each other."
"There's so much more wrong with them aside from not having persuasion," someone else said with a laugh. "What was it that they ran after you with? You have to tell that story again."
"'Mr. de Sang, sir? Sir, please hear me out, I used to be a pet for a human and the human is dead and I can't function on my own,'" Anton was imitating their voice, eliciting another round of laughter from everyone. Pumpkin was too busy hiding their face and trying to bite back tears to notice Anton motioning everyone to quiet down – he was about to pull the funniest prank. "Honestly? At the time, I thought it was weird as hell. But the more time we spend together, I'm starting to like the idea of keeping them as a pet."
Pumpkin's eyes snapped up to him, wide and full of foolish hope. Was Anton really going to change his mind? Would he really keep them? "You are?" 
"Yeah. You could share the human quarters with Chewtoy there, it'd be a perfect arrangement."
"R-Really?" Pumpkin forgot about all the other people in the room in their blind excitement. "You'd let me? You'd let me be a pet again? Thank you so much, thank you, I, I never thought-"
One of the bunch broke their poker face and began laughing, and it started a chain reaction. The entire group was howling with laughter, including Anton. 
Oh.
Time came to a stop, and the sounds became dulled. Pumpkin's ears were ringing too loudly to hear anything else. They swallowed and turned back towards the coffee table, eyes fixed on the very bottom of it, where its leg met the carpet.
It had been a joke.
"You're so gross," Anton said, still half-wheezing. "I can't believe you got so excited… You're such a disgusting freak."
Everyone was taunting them, to the point where their face couldn't have gotten any redder. Tears of humiliation and shame trickled down their cheeks, prompting even more mockery. 
They should've never spoken. Should've never lifted their head to look at any of them. Should've assumed that all words uttered to them were part of a cruel prank.
They should've known better.
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taglist: @whumpsday @whump-queen @lost-in-labradorite-halls @hidden-dreamland @lonesome--hunter
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noxx-33i · 1 month
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spk swocket angst bc i need to draw them more
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whumpsday · 2 years
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Since @whumpshaped has been making these, its fair if you're not taking part in it, but I was thinking about bad end/game over spk Kane ?
otherwise known as the "bellamy never finds them" au. credit to @whumpshaped for seth ("sir") and some of the dialogue here (because we have discussed this scenario in dms before)
literally cried writing this btw. good thing i am also working on the rescue chapter of spk and that'll be posted today to even it all out :)
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cw: death wish, major character death, pet whump, unhappy ending
It had been decades alone in the basement, decades since Sir had accidentally killed Pumpkin. He wasn't sure how many, but Kane could tell that Sir was getting up there in age. He must have been in his sixties by now, which while a long way from the average human lifespan, was still approaching it.
He remembered being in his sixties, a lifetime ago. He hadn't known pain, then.
Kane was scared. Sir had always threatened to send him back to the hunters when he got old. As horrible as it was here, and as much worse as it had gotten after Pumpkin died, it was still better here. If only by the slightest margin. Anything was better than the hunters.
Kane looked up at the ceiling, the chain connected to his collar jingling slightly with the movement. "I'm scared, Pumpkin."
He always looked up to talk to them. Pumpkin had told him about their human religion, and he knew that's where Pumpkin would go. Even if they had thought otherwise.
"I want to go too." he whispered.
Sir was approaching the basement. Kane resigned himself to another day of endless torment.
But when Sir opened the door, they were holding a stake.
Kane's heart surged with hope, eyes flitting between Sir's face and his potential salvation. "Sir...?"
"Okay Leech, I think I'm retiring." he said, approaching with the stake.
Tears of joy came to Kane's eyes. It was over. Sir wasn't sending him back to the hunters. He was finally, finally going to be allowed to die.
He righted himself into a kneeling position, baring his chest readily. "Thank you, Sir."
Sir did not make a fuss of it. No final words were exchanged.
Kane died smiling.
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sonicrainicorn · 16 days
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**as always tumblr compresses the shit out of images so click for better quality**
not that anyone noticed or anything but I finalized the designs for The Gang. ignore the fact that I did Purple's jeans wrong in the last post
also, some notes on each of them because I've gone insane:
I considered not adding Headphones for. obvious reasons. However, no matter how accurate I try to make him he will always just be a facsimile of the real, human RTGame so.
Headphones:
Little shit ™️
Causes problems only if he thinks it'll be funny
Butts heads most often with Daniel (after Cloak)
Closest with Purple
Doesn't really interact with Cloak or Gray but when they do it's mostly just vibing in the same space
He's also a fucking nerd who likes to hear about their magic worlds
Daniel:
Tired and grumpy
Sorta like the ringleader tbh
Argues with Cloak a lot
Finds Headphones annoying at times
Thinks Gray is an innocent angel who could do no wrong
He tries to limit his interactions with Purple because the desire to Get Praise From Dad is strong
He's either the mom friend or an annoying brother there's no in between
Cloak:
The baby of the group
Also a little shit but only if he thinks it'll cause Daniel strife
Absolutely fucking loves lore dumping
It's a good thing Dan is a nerd in every universe because they all love hearing the world building exposition
Almost never answers questions about himself tho
Never understands modern technology or slang
Closest with Gray
Doesn't really get Headphones or Purple but he tries his best
Gray:
The quietest and shyest of the group
Constantly anxious
Tends to use his clothes like a comfort blanket
Speaks the most when one-on-one
Extremely patient with Cloak when it comes to explaining things
Likes hanging out with Purple cuz he's so chill
Finds Headphones a little intense sometimes
He thinks Daniel can be a little intense sometimes too but appreciates that Daniel tries to calm down whenever he's around
Purple Sweater:
He's such a fucking dad
Technically the oldest but also not?
Apart from Cloak (whose world is entirely made up and not just an AU of our own world), he was born before the others
But he's only 25, making him the second youngest
Constantly tired but good at hiding it for the most part
Literally everyone treats him like their father in one way or another
Super sweet and understanding
Headphones tends to follow him around like a lost puppy
Likes to have idle chit-chat with Gray
Let's Cloak talk his ear off
He doesn't understand why Daniel seems so distant but that doesn't change his polite or pleasant demeanor
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