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@qibsichan send me this and we both think this is funny because of the timing and she gave me the green light to post this because funny and the timing

I don’t know the artist because a friend send me this pic but it reminds me of the “I’m In my mums car vroom vroom” meme

Hua Cheng to anyone who hurts his Gege: I'm going to take you down with the power of love. And this knife I found!

Writing Prompt #4

The Protagonist finds themself hungry and decides to make a simple grilled cheese.

Tell the story of how they somehow summoned a demon into their bathroom, became the ruler of the fairy realm, and ended up with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a result.

Levi: *under his breath* I want to climb you like a tree

Y/n: *pretending they didn't hear* Huh?

Levi: *covers his red cheeks with his hands* I would kill you for free!

Loki & Chara

Undertaker & Chara

NOOOOOO CRACKER BARREL GOLF PEG GAME I AM NOT AN EG-NA-RAY-MOOSE NOOOOOO PLEASE IM NOT AN IGNORAMUS NOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Rise April Challenge 21: Chaos

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Raph gripped the pillow under his head and tried not to shake with the force of his shivers. He hated being sick. Leo just smiled from his seat on the bed, looking down as he counted out pills from a bottle.

“Alright, big buy. Open up.”  Raph thought about saying no, but the sooner this was over with the better. He reached out and popped the pills in his mouth, accepting the straw from the cup Leo was holding. The cold drink felt very nice on his sore throat, and he grabbed the cup and drained it. Leo just smiled and patted Raph’s arm.

“So, how long do I need to stay in bed?” Raph asked, voice nasial and horse. Leo just shrugged.

“Till you feel better.” Raph groaned and buried his head in the pillow. “Oh, don't be like that, you big baby. You'll be in fighting shape in no time, if you don't get out of bed.”

Raph lifted his head and looked at Leo, ignoring the pounding in his skull.  

“Are you guys gonna be okay?”

“Hermano, were not tots.” Raph wanted to say that they could have fooled him, but he was too tired to try. He just snuggled deeper into his blankets and closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna take a nap now...” He slurred and felt his brother’s hand rub on his head.

“Night, bro. Call if you need me.”

-

Raph woke up to the sounds of crashing and screaming.

He was out of bed and halfway out the door before his eyes were fully open, bed sheet tangled around his legs.  

“Guys! What’s happening?! What’s wrong?!”

He stopped his frantic rush as his eyes landed on the mess that was the floor of the skate ramp. Paint cans, action figures, bundles of wires, books, and socks were scattered between water bottles, plastic balls, and what looked to be a curtain rood. In the middle of the disaster of random items was Mikey, lying on his back. Raph rushed over and bent over his brother.

“Mikey! Mikey! What happened? Are you ok?!”  

Mikey moaned and blinked at him.

“Raph? What are you doing up?”

“Nevermind that, are you hurt?”

“Naw, I just fell.” Raph relaxed at that and let out a sigh.

“You got to be more careful, Mike.”

“Indeed, you do.” Said a voice from across the room, and the two looked over to see Donnie and Leo coming out of Don’s lab.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mikey dismissed standing up and looked around at the clutter on the floor.  

“Alright,” Leo clapped his hands together. “No one's hurt and everything is fine. So, vamos hermano mayor, you’re on bed rest.”

Raph just blinked dumbly for a moment, the adrenaline wearing off, and the feeling of stiff joints and aching muscles reminding him that he wasn’t in the best shape.

But should he just leave his brothers to whatever they were doing? ...What were they doing actually?

He didn’t get a chance to ask before he had been shuffled back to bed by Leo and tucked in.

...Raph guessed it was nothing to worry about.

-

Raph was worried. Leo had woken him up to take more meds and the younger was covered in what looked stripes of paint, ash, and... feathers?

“What happened?” He asked. Leo just shrugged.

“Nothing important.”

Raph narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but the effect was ruined by a coughing fit, which Leo soothed with more cold water.

“It’s all good, Raph. I promise. You just sleep, I’ll wake you up when it’s lunch.” 

“You better not be lying.” Raph said, and accepted the meds Leo gave.

-

Raph had woken up about half an hour ago, and he was getting tired of just playing on his phone. Plus, he was starting to get really hungry. He was feeling well enough to get himself some soup or something, and if Leo was going to throw a fit about Raph getting out of bed, he could always point out how often Leo was out and about when he was meant to be on bedrest.

Raph put the ramen in the microwave and poured himself a cup a juice while he waited. He pulled the comforter he brought with him closer around him and sniffed loudly, he really hated being sick.

Just then, Donnie bolted around the corner and slid into the kitchen, throwing open the cabinets and frantically digging around inside. He likely didn’t find what he needed, because he whipped around to try another and froze when he saw Raph blinking at him.

The two just stared at each other till the microwave beeped loudly and broke the silence. Raph turned and opened the door, taking the bowl.

“You good, Don?” He asked. His words seem to snap the softshell out of whatever was going on his head. He stood up straight and cleared his throat.

“Yes, I am perfectly alright. What are you doing out of bed?” Raph lifted the bowl of ramen his hand, confused.

Donnie didn’t ask obvious questions like that.  

Donnie rocked on his heels and smiled stiffly.

“Wonderful,” the genius said. “In that case we should get you to bed right away. Chop, chop.” He was already trying to herd his big brother towards his room. Raph tried to protest, he may be tired, sick, and maybe a little slow on the uptake, but he wasn't stupid.

“Don, what’s going on? Why is everyone-”

“LOOK OUT!”

The brothers turned and saw Mikey flying towards them, riding on the back of...

What the heck was that?

Raph didn’t have much time to try and figure that out because he was being tackled out of the way by Donnie. The bowl of hot ramen flying out of his hand, while Mikey and his ride brailed screaming into the kitchen.

Oh, that did not feel good. The snapper leaned against the wall and tried to keep his head from spinning. He then squinted his eyes open to see the chaos unfolding in the room.

Donnie was tearing through the cabinets and shouting for Mikey to: “Hold it still! Watch the tail! THE TAIL, MIKE!” While Mikey tried to follow the instructions and yelled right back. “I SEE THE TAIL! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT, DONALD?! AHHHHH!”

The “it” that they were talking about was some cross between a chicken, a salamander and... a toaster? Yep, a shiny medal body with feathered wings flapping manically, and the toggle to start the toasting on its side jumping up and down, making that clicking-shinking noise. Its eyes were going in two different directions and jumping around. It had two tails too, one a roster’s plumage, all puffed out, and an electric cord that was trying to wrap around Mikey to throw him off.

…

Was Raph dreaming?  

Donnie yelled and whipped around with something in his hand.

“CATCH!” He yelled and threw a canister at Mikey. Mikey caught it, ripped off the lid and dumped whatever was inside over the monster's head. Raph just stared as a pile of breadcrumbs fell on the thing's eyes and it just... stopped. It settled down, and just stood still.  

Mikey and Donne relaxed and the youngest slid off the chicken-toaster thing, and then locked eyes with Raph and froze in the same way Donnie had earlier.

“Hey, Raph~” He drawled out.

Raph just pinched his stuffed nose, his headache worsening, and his body still shaking with chills. Dammit, he was too sick for this mess.

“Has it hurt anyone?”  He asked, not opening his eyes to look at the scene in front of him.

“No.”

“Are you going to be dealing with it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need me for that?”

“No.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Not anymore.” Not ideal, but good enough.

“Great.” Raph turned and walked to his room. “Have Leo bring me some food when he can.”

-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Raph asked when Leo came in with a bowl of soup and crackers. Leo just shuffled awkwardly.

“You were sick, and nothing you did could have helped. You would have been worried over nothing.” Raph looked up and prayed to whatever was up there for strength.  

“Alright, fine. I won’t give you all a lecture, even if you clearly deserve one, so long as we never have to talk or think about whatever the heck that was ever again.”

Leo smiled and handed over the food.

“Deal.”

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Scrape Off My Skin

Cuddle pollen, but with Danny being affected in his ghost form, he wants to be under someone else's skin, AKA overshadow someone. Which. Of course, it has a lot of awful implications. But the pollen is getting so bad, he's beginning to wonder if overshadowing would be worth it.

His human form is getting hives while he's being afflicted by the pollen. So. He tries being creative. Overshadow a stray cat, a pidgeon, even a rat, but no dice. Animals don't seem to cut it.

Finally, he cannot take anymore of this, and he overshadows the first human being he sees. This is, of course, The Bat.

(Late additions:

Imagine if Bruce's will is enough to keep his wits about it. So now he's got a ghost kid inside his own body and he's clumsy because he's constantly fighting for control.

Danny does petty commentary at the most inopportune moments, like a little devil on the Bat's shoulder.

Bruce is completely livid at Constantine and Zatara's sudden unavailability, so he's stuck until the ghost goes away on his own.)

i fluctuate between manically happy psychopath and half decomposed walrus like i get paid for it

the urge to eat chicken nuggets while the world burns

Ah, to be God chilling on a Miami beach.

Imagine:

Sherlock: So John. Let me get this straight, you are now pursuing a PhD in biotech.

John: (sweating) Yes. Yes I am.

Sherlock: (grabbing John’s shoulders and looking him in the eye) And you’re dating Tom Watson.

John: Y-yes.

Sherlock: You know, if you and Tom gee married and you take his last name, you’d be Mr. Watson.

Sherlock: (crazy laugh) And that means if you get a PhD- You’d be Dr. Watson.

Sherlock: (shaking John’s shoulders) ITS THE NARRATIVE JOHN, ITS AFTER ME, ITS AFTER ME-

Somewhat ooc but I feel like this would be his breaking point.

When Mycroft tells him his name is now Mycroft, I feel like he’ll [Sherlock] start crying and banging his fist on the table while Mycroft laughs like a maniac.

In fact, this Mycroft will start a gentleman’s club [maybe like a party club or something for the modern era] just to rub salt in the wound. It would be a popular club too.

Another addition: If we’re going by ‘fanon’ Sherlock Holmes, we can imagine that Sherlock’s parents adopt a girl…

EMOLA HOLMES

The narrative is inevitable

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

English essay: Sweet talks you into believing whatever point it’s discussing and leaves you pondering why you thought about it believed anything else.

History essay: SLAPS you in the face with The who, what, where and why of what ever question was posed with no care of if you believe them or not and basically double dog dares you to argue with them.

Even better if it's the actual Mythbusters testing the tropes.

Is sexual tension inevitable when there's only one bed?

If my best friend has a sibling, will I fall in love with them?

Will I meet my future spouse in my favorite local coffee shop?

Adam and Jaime will find out in this episode of Tropebuster!

ah yes, puberty

Hi! Just want you to know that your art gives me so much life, it’s honestly so phenomenal!! 😭 The domino squad drawings are just so precious, especially Fives!! I love that boi!!! 😩 Your work is magnificent, don’t ever stop!! 💖💖💖💖 Excuse me, Ima go look at your art some more and cry! 😭😭😭

Sorry for the super long answer!

Thanks, I'm sorry I'm not drawing Clone Wars related content anymore due to toxic fandom reasons but here is an old meme sketch I had lying around of Fives ^^

I might share some commissions work I've done in the future and share more personal work or Rebels related content, so I'm definitely not giving up, just taking it slower.

I followed you immediately after swing the silly way you drew your clone shit posts. I’m buckled in and ready for a ride!

Tysm for sharing!

Rex said ‘thank you very much!’ ♥

shitpost of the night, wish y’all a good night now!

Cyn! the way you draw Fives is so amazing I just can't even-! Like, how were you able to make him more attractive than he already is???!

He did it on his own, I swear,,,

MY GUY! I just saw your little vaca gif for the 501st and I am in LOVE!! Your design and art style are so good and the music is perfect I honestly can't stop hitting rewind! Now all I want in my life is for Filoni to make something with this idea! Even if its just one episode! HOLY MOLY

There you go friend :D !

Who doesn't enjoy a good chat fic? This is mostly some blurbs for when I hit a roadblock on my WIPs (looking at you Therapy Pig series) in order to avoid the dreaded Total Writer's Block

Will update randomly though I currently have about 4 chapters written out. I'm just giving myself time between posting to make more chapters and work on other WIPs

These assholes have so much unhinged potential if everyone would just stop being COWARDS about it

Edit: Chapters 2 through 8 are posted