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You all enable me too much, here take this

Ok ok, picture this:

Modern au

Cale is watching Alberu's stream while getting ready to go to work. He's been a viewer of Alberu for a while now and his kids have even made him send fanart to the streamer a few times.

For some reason, Alberu jokes about giving someone in chat mod to which Cale offhandedly types in chat: "Sounds tedious, never ask me that again."

Alberu immediately gives it to Cale "for the bit"

Immediately, Cale is like "nononononono- TAKE IT BACK"

Meanwhile Alberu is in stitches, laughing so hard he's almost crying.

Eventually, Cale has to go to work and leaves with a final message in chat:

"This better be fixed when I get back from work, your Highness."

Cale watches Alberu smirk, "Or what, user Weak_Human?"

"Or else I will completely overhaul your setup until it's unrecognizable."

Cale doesn't touch his phone while working and kind of forgets about the stream and his threat until he finally clocks off and opens the app to find he still has mod.... Then he notices he also has an email from the streamer himself.

It's access to Alberu's OBs and stream settings... wtf.

Well, ignoring the ridiculousness of the sotuation, Cale is nothing if not a man of his word.

When Alberu opens up his computer to start streaming, he immediately notices how... smooth everything is. His computer used to take a minute to load everything and yet now everything is almost instant. His starting soon screen is up and while people trickle in, he notices that all his settings have been streamlined, all his ban requests sorted and commented on, even some of his graphics and emotes have been resized and bound to new commands.

The he notices he has a new unread email. In it is an attached spreadsheet which lists every change made and the original settings in excruciating detail. The email itself is a simple 4 words:

"Now take it back."

Alberu can only laugh as he answers:

"Absolutely not. Also, call me hyung, dongsaeng."

Okay I JUST realized I never posted these on here—- BUT BASICALLY, about a year and a half ago I started doing these experimental black hairstyle posts that were threads long on Twitter, to give artists a source of inspo for their black ocs whose hair they wanted to try something new with! There’s more to black hair than just the selected styles portrayed in media, and I thought it would be fun to show people how much texture, shape, fades, length, and style can be combined when drawing black hair—-cause it’s a kind of manipulation our hair can do irl! The OG posts were lost with the hacking of my original Twitter account (@/bagels_donuts) but I’ve since reuploaded the whole thread to my new Twitter (@/ItsDonutsFR)! I hope artists on tumblr find these useful, sorry it took me so long to post them here😭🙏🏾 I’ll upload them all in parts!

Part 1: Long masc hairstyles + playing with fades

I want everyone to keep in mind that the 12 peaks are connected by rainbow bridges. Fucking RAINBOW BRIDGES.

SQH and SQQ probably joked about racing over them with their swords more than once, because it is so similar to the Rainbow Road at Mario Kart. And all the other Peak Lords think that it is again just a weird code in their secret language.

Until Liu Qingge comes back from some demon beast hunt in the middle of the night, only to witness those two actually racing each other over those bridges. They even use their cultivation to try to knock each other off of the swords or the road.

Not only is it the first time that Liu Qingge sees these two use their cultivation in earnest (at least since SQQ started to act different after that qi derivation), but also the first time he sees both of them laugh without a care in the world. Those two were shouting in their weird secret language while laughing and sword riding. It was a real weird scene and Liu Qingge wasn't sure if he wasn't tripping on some weird plant pollen again.

He only believed what he had seen after he overheard yet another of their talk about the rainbow bridges and how they really ought to build some ramps or something like that to make the next race even more interesting.

[Modern Day AU] Drunk!Lan Wangji: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie* Wei Wuxian: You can't just skip to the happy ending! Drunk!Lan Wangji: I don't have time for their problems.

On a moshang kick but there's just something extremely compelling about the idea of Mobei Jun spending years expecting Shang Qinghua to betray him, getting impatient waiting for the axe to drop, deliberately creating opportunities for Shang Qinghua to betray him, still no betrayal happens, until eventually it gets to the point where Shang Qinghua has like, the fantastical demon king equivalent of Mobei Jun's credit card numbers and a joint account and free access to his bedroom and food and a great big cabinet full of poison and his detailed schedule and the exact time when he'll be bathing naked with no weapons under the moonlight at the one time every five years when all ice demons temporarily lose their powers for a full night and etc etc. Mobei Jun is doing trust falls (even though he doesn't know it) but Shang Qinghua just keeps catching him.

Until the whole lack of explicit communication and cultural differences thing explodes, and even then the big betrayal that finally happens is that Shang Qinghua saves Mobei Jun's life but then LEAVES HIM, he GOES AWAY, he doesn't even push Mobei into his own metaphorical abyss he just goes "this isn't worth putting up with anymore" and forces Mobei Jun to confront the fact that in his determination to be reassured he actually failed to prove himself to Shang Qinghua in return, which reduces Mobei Jun to a shattered wreck struggling to figure out how to fix it.

Love the new pfp bestie (is it in reference to anything in particular?)

Oh yea, it's basically just Son Goku from DBGT and I wanted to use it as a placeholder till I find a better profile pic. But it also represents my current mood pretty good

Uh some other close contestants were these, I think they sum up my situation pretty well✌️😗 /silly /j (<kinda)

Teamworkkkkk

With color👇

yappatron or something like that...

METAMY FANKID!!!

he may not have a mouth but he sure has a lot to say.. ppl say too much around him thinking he cant speak but little do they know...

for metamy kid lore lwk im leaning towards the idea that he was created shortly after selena's birth by metal- idk if i want metamy to be together just yet- i wanna say he was created to "one up sonic's creation" and was based and inspired off of amy bc metal is infatuated with her lol- ofc after discovering his existence amy gives metal a big ol beat down and they co-parent tf outta this kid and maybe (hopefully?) form a relationship

i did wanna use the whole "he was made to be better than your kid sonic" shtick cuz it's funny- like metal making his kid to be better than and beat sonic's only for them to become besties

thinking abt the name Ash !!! what do you guys think?

hiding this cuz he ugly

some comet doodles :3c ft my knuxouge kid: garnet and my new metamy kid: chrome!

My Vectilla fankid, Pumpkin the Crocodile! 🫶

Some info:

She is the oldest out of my fankids

A tech-savvy influencer and internet sleuth! She uses her knowledge of social media to help her dad solve cases. He is unbelievably proud.

Cream is both her big sister, AND her bestie! The two of them regularly spend time together.

She has a chao named Spice

She is pansexual

An excellent dancer, her favorite genres of music are hip-hop, rap, and trap!

She can be a bit shallow, but at her core has a heart of gold

Loud, bombastic, and uproariously funny

The queen of receipts!!

A real people person!

Very protective of Cream, despite being the younger sibling. She knows she has a soft heart, and often worries about her being taken advantage of.

Loves it when her outfits jingle and jangle. Chains, bracelets, belts, rings, keychains—all things she adores!

She and Vanilla can bump heads at times due to Pumpkin's loud mouth. Where Vanilla is polite and tactful, Pumpkin is straight-forward and blunt. Regardless of any personality conflicts, the two are very close!

Talks with her hands a lot!

Take my heart why don’t you

*reading your tags*

👀 Sonic back in time?????

Okay so, context! Back when I was writing "Chart a Course to Second Chances," I found chapter 2 really, *really* hard to get through, for multiple reasons. Biggest of all being that it was so hard leaving Tails alone on Cocoa Island when he was just a baby! So to help cope with that chapter while I was writing it (over a year ago now, lol, omg) I started writing an AU of my own fic xD Where Sonic came across baby Tails during that time. It wasn't really meant to be anything on it's own. As the Picket Fence timeline started expanding though, I started toying with incorporating that scene as the C or D plot to my post-Frontiers fic! I still haven't decided on that because I'm still in such early stages of planning for that fic. It does reference "Chart a Course" quite a bit, like an extended scene, and references a few other Picket Fence specific things in passing. But since multiple people have expressed interest in it lately, I figured I can share what I've got as it's own standalone thing. So here is an older, modern Sonic coming across a baby Tails!

Sonic Back in Time Shenanigans WIP #1

They appeared in the middle of a downpour. Sonic frowned and covered his quills with his hands as he glanced up at the sky like it had betrayed him, while Silver tried using the wrist communicator Tails had adapted for him to pinpoint their location—both in time and space.

"Looks like we're on an island," Silver pointed out. "It's called… Cocoa Island."

Sonic peeked over his shoulder at the readings. "Hey, I'm alive in this time."

"Yeah. You'd be about… Nine?" Silver guessed.

Sonic glanced around at the thick cover of pine trees and breathed in the cool, misty air; this environment very different from what nine-year-old him had ever experienced. "How big's the island?" Sonic asked. "Think it's worth splitting up?"

"We could cover more ground that way," Silver hummed. "I don't know how time sensitive this event is."

"Then I guess there's no time to lose! You take the high road, I'll take the low!" Sonic flashed him a grin and sped off through the forest while Silver headed up towards the mountains.

Running through the rain was never his preference. The low visibility was bad enough when he wasn't keeping an active eye out for anything that looked out of place. Plus the drag of water-logged quills was never pleasant to run with. His sneakers lost traction in the mud and he nearly slid into several of the densely packed trees.

This definitely wasn't an island he'd ever ventured to before. There weren't any open stretches of land to run through freely. Not that he minded the obstacles, but they were a bit cumbersome in this kind of weather.

So distracted by watching the trees and searching, he didn't see the coat on the ground until his feet were tangled up in it. With a yelp, he face-planted into the grass with a groan. He pushed himself up and shook off the drenched fabric before picking it up to examine it.

It was a child's coat. A toddler's coat.

Sonic looked around. There was a toy airplane sitting innocently atop a tree stump. He picked that up, too. 

"Is anyone there?" he called out. "Hello?" He didn't hear anything except the steady drizzle of rain off the branches overhead. "Hey, if you're out there, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt ya."

Still no answer. Sonic stood up and draped the coat over his arm as he scanned his surroundings, then noticed the nearly washed out tracks in the mud leading deeper into the forest. A child's paw and shoeprints. Sonic followed them, frowning as they shifted the farther he went. They lost their definition until it looked like whoever made the tracks had ended up dragging their body through the mud.

They could've been hurt. Sonic zipped forward until he found a cabin. It was dark, clearly abandoned from the state of the overgrowth taking over the wood, but the front door was swinging open from the wind, letting the rain inside. The muddy trail led right over the threshold.

Sonic stepped inside and shook off his quills, peering into the darkness. The front room was empty. Mud and water stained the old, creaky floorboards, leading him into the next room over. Sonic pushed the door open, finding three empty beds, some storage cabinets, and a pile of blankets on the ground.

A pile of blankets and…

And a baby fox tail.

The toy plane clattered against the hardwood floor and the coat fell with a heavy, wet smack. Sonic dashed over and dropped to his knees next to the bundle as he peeled away the layers of dusty blankets. A baby fox kit trembled as the warmth was taken from him, coughing as the freshly disturbed dust irritated an already raspy throat. Each breath was labored; painful gasps for air that echoed in the abandoned cabin. So soft, but as powerful as gunshots straight to Sonic's heart.

Because the fox kit was clinging to something, and Sonic had hoped he wouldn't be from the moment he first caught sight of his tail. Sonic's jaw clenched. The kit was hugging a second tail.

Tails. How was Tails here? This wasn't West Side Island. What happened?

Another weak cough shook Tails's body. Sonic removed his wet glove and held the back of his hand to Tails's forehead, swearing at how warm he was despite his shivering. Fever. And he was soaked. The blankets were useless as he laid in a damp, muddy nest that would do nothing to warm him up.

Tails nuzzled against his hand. Sonic's gaze was drawn back to his face, eyes still closed as he instinctively sought comfort from his touch. Sonic turned his wrist and stroked the top of his head, brushing aside his wet bangs. A raspy whine rattled in his chest and Sonic's heart broke.

"It's okay, little buddy, I'm right here," he assured him, even if this version of him hadn't met him yet. "You're gonna be okay. Hang on."

Sonic ran into the kitchen and bathroom in search of towels or any sort of linen that wasn't soaked through. He found a couple old hand towels and decided they would have to do. He also found a cup and filled it with water from the sink. 

In the bathroom he looked for anything that might be a first aid kit. There was a medicine cabinet with a thermometer, along with, what was very likely, an expired bottle of ibuprofen tablets. He grabbed both and brought all of it into the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully detangling Tails from his makeshift nest.

He was so light.

Sonic's hands shook as he carefully toweled him off, removing the tiny baby boots from his feet so he could dry them, too. He knew Tails had been light when he'd found him, knew he'd been starving and malnourished, but he hadn't known for how long. This Tails was significantly younger than the four-year-old he'd met on West Side Island, which he had to be if the Sonic of this time was only nine. Barely older than two, if that.

He dried off each of his paws, hating how small they were compared to what he knew and the way his little fingers subconsciously grasped at his own. The Tails he'd met didn't like being touched without warning first, expected every touch to hurt and flinched at sudden movements, but this one in his arms was just as starved for contact as he was for food. He grabbed at and wriggled closer to a complete stranger, whining with frustration as he got tangled in the towel instead. 

Sonic hushed him as he finished drying him off, wrapping him in a fresh towel before quickly drying himself off, too. It wouldn't do any good to get Tails all wet again from his quills dripping onto him. Sonic then shook out the blankets from the pile on the ground, quickly draping the damp ones around the room before using the drier ones to reform a nest. Sonic settled into it and cradled Tails against his chest as he pulled the blankets around them.

He was still shaking so badly, but his face was so hot where it pressed into him. Sonic held him tighter, trying to transfer his own warmth into his sick baby brother, wracked with feverish chills. When Tails got sick, he always vacillated between wanting space and being smothered with comfort. Even at nine, where he claimed to be too mature for such childish things as cuddles, when he was sick enough, he'd eventually shuffle out of his room bundled up in as many blankets as he could find and curl up on the couch with his head in Sonic's lap while his big brother read or played a video game to entertain him.

Sonic never gave it much thought before, but he wondered if that dichotomy to Tails was because he'd had to deal with being sick on his own for so long. It was his first instinct to power through it alone before seeking the comfort he craved. Clearly, for at least the first few years of his life, he was used to the comfort not being there.

Sonic curled around him, insulating him with warmth while the rain pattered against the roof and windows. "You're one tough kid, you know that, bud?" he murmured as the baby whimpered sleepily. "I know, I know… sucks to be sick, but you're handling it like a champ. You always do."

Tails coughed wetly and Sonic patted his back to try and help clear his airways. He glanced at the label for the expired medicine, then grabbed the thermometer. He'd see how high his fever was, then decide whether or not it was worth an attempt to use medicine to bring down his temperature.

"C'mon, bud, open up." 

He tapped the end of the glass thermometer against his muzzle, bleary blue eyes blinking up at him. Sonic faked a yawn, biting back a chuckle when the baby yawned for real. He settled the thermometer under his tongue and held it there. While they waited, Tails just stared up at him. Even as feverish and sleepy as he was, his busy little brain was hard at work trying to figure out who the stranger holding him was while his body shivered, paws kneading into his fur. Just like when they'd been stuck in a blizzard in Holoska, when Sonic's werehog form shielded his hypothermic brother from the cold. 

He might not have recognized him, but he knew he was safe.

"You're doing great, little guy," he told the toddler version of the kid he'd practically raised, smile soft and warm. "Keep it up. We're almost done."

Tails yawned again when Sonic removed the thermometer, squinting at it in the dark to try and read it. At least 104. Tails's normal temperature was somewhere around 100 degrees at rest, so this definitely wasn't a good sign. Sonic swore, rocking Tails a little more quickly as his knees bounced impatiently. It made him cough again, so Sonic gave him the cup of water to help soothe his throat. Tails gulped it down greedily, draining the entire cup in seconds. When he finished, Sonic fought to stay still this time while the baby nuzzled into his chest. 

"Sorry, bud." Sonic scratched behind his ears and he purred from the attention.

Sonic's fingers nearly faltered.

It was so easy…

Normally it took a lot to get Tails to actually purr with contentment. He'd get flustered and embarrassed whenever it happened where Sonic could hear, so it never lasted very long. Sometimes he'd do it to try and cheer Sonic up, but to openly purr because he was unashamedly happy…

Once the baby started, he didn't stop. 

He rubbed his face into Sonic's fur, limp tails wagging in jerky movements, like they didn't know how, one much weaker than the other. It would've been funny in another life. But in this one, Sonic stroked along his back, heart tightening as he felt each nodule of his spine beneath his damp fur. Tails had been too thin when they'd first met; he remembered that well. But if Silver was right… if Sonic was nine in this time and Tails was only two…

It would be two years before they'd meet.

Two years…

"Tried," a tiny voice croaked out.

"Huh?" Sonic blinked down at the snuggly baby. "You tired, big guy?"

"Tried. T'be good 'n wait," Tails mumbled. "I tried…"

Sonic looked out the window at the storm still raging, wind howling through the trees. "Well, you did the right thing, finding a dry place to wait out this rain. Otherwise you might've gotten sicker," Sonic told him. "You did a good job. Such a good job, little bro."

"Good?" Tails tilted his head up, half-lidded eyes trying so hard to focus on him. "M'good?"

"Yeah, you're good," Sonic chuckled softly. "The best."

"An' can I come home now?" Tails asked, voice cracking as it started to rise—just like it always did when he panicked. "Please? I did good, I wanna go home—"

His chest rattled with a harsh coughing fit. Sonic hurried to prop him up in an attempt to clear his airways. He shushed him again as he rubbed his back, his mind speeding through all the context clues he'd been given. The coat and the toy plane left in the woods. The fresh footprints leading to this cabin, which apparently wasn't Tails's home if he was asking to go home…

Because he'd been good.

Because he thought he couldn't go home until he was good.

Every time Sonic told Tails to wait somewhere when they were younger… every time Tails acted like he was never going to come back…

He'd suspected then, of course, but now?

Tails was a baby. A genius baby, but a baby all the same. How could he have possibly gotten it into his head that he'd be left alone somewhere unless he was good if someone hadn't put it there first?

Tails sniffled and coughed again, nuzzling against Sonic's shoulder. "Wanna go home…"

"Soon, bud," Sonic whispered to him, the soft weight of him against his chest the only thing keeping the fury from building in his heart. "You'll be home soon, I promise. And you'll be warm and fed and looked after whenever you're feeling sick… and you'll be loved. You hear me? You'll be loved so much, you won't be able to stand it." Sonic shook his head, thinking back to the little brother he knew, who'd shrug away from his touch with an eye roll or an embarrassed laugh, only to come running back for a hug or words of reassurance when Sonic least expected it. "So hold onto that for me, okay? Hold on 'til I come get you."

Tails's forehead was still burning up as he pressed his own brow to it, squeezing his eyes shut as he pretended like this kid wasn't breaking his heart apart with the magnitude of his rumbly little purrs quaking in his chest.

The little guy fell asleep not long after that, wheezy breaths tickling his fur as Sonic sat with him on the floor of the dusty old cabin. Though it had been a while—and his legs were itching to run as his mind raced and his body insisted that it was trapped—he settled into the old habit of keeping watch over his little brother as easily as breaking in a pair of running shoes. A little painful at first, sure, a little pinchy in the heel or the toes, but soon enough he'd be one with the wind and didn't have to second guess a single step.

As he carefully shifted Tails to a more comfortable sleeping position, Sonic caught a glimpse of his wrist communicator. He fought back a wince. Whoops. Silver.

Trying to keep as quiet as he could, he called his friend. "Any news?" Silver asked, not needing to wonder who was calling him.

"Ah… about that…" Sonic flicked his gaze down at the sleeping fox kit cradled in his arm. "Kinda got distracted."

"Sonic," Silver sighed.

"I know, I know. My bad. But uh… I've got my hands full at the moment. Might be a minute before I can get back to helping you find… whatever it is we came here looking for."

"I don't really know myself. All I know is that it had the potential to affect your present, as well as my future," Silver sighed. "I'll keep looking. There's still a lot of ground to cover in these mountains, and I have this sense…"

"Hm?"

"Just this sense that maybe a Chaos Emerald is here."

Sonic glanced down at Tails again. "You don't say."

"Yeah. Maybe it's the reason we're here. You think we're supposed to retrieve it?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" Silver pressed.

"Just a hunch." Sonic's muzzle couldn't help curving in a fond smile as Tails nuzzled his cheek against his chest, purrs growing louder with a happy sigh. "Just keep me in the loop if anything else stands out to you and I'll catch up with you later. Stay dry."

"You too."

The call cut out and Sonic was left with only the sound of the rain on the roof and Tails's croaky breathing for company. "So that how you made it to West Side? Did the Chaos Emerald lead you there, too, little buddy?" Shaking his head with a sigh, he felt his forehead again while he brushed his bangs out of the way. "Could've tried getting our paths to cross a heck of a lot sooner, but guess I can't be too mad at 'em… no point in dwelling on what coulda been, huh?"

But the words he normally lived by tasted bitter in his mouth. About half as helpful as expired medicine.

"But you've got me now," Sonic assured him. "For however long that might be, you don't gotta worry about a thing. I'll take it from here, Tails."

I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*

I was wondering if your Lamb can climb walls like mountain goats? Would come in handy when prying on his followers. Or giving Nari a heart attack!

My Lamb can't but with help they would try to get past Mystic Seller, and instantly fail to no ones surprise

I REACHED 1,000 FOLLOWERS ON TIKTOK

(I am a little late but this took a long time)

Here are the images in the video:

exploring more of the dynamic of a Lamb, a Cat and a Spider family dynamic

Lambert is more inclined to dote and baby Webby. he's always been very caring to his flock and cult. but with Webby being something of an adopted child, the bias does show

but also the fear shows as well. when Webby falls ill, Lambert will always be there to nurse them back to a stable condition

though, the Lamb tends to have a shadow in such occurrences as well =w=

guy who knows he fumbled the first time 😭😭😭

FNAF FANART?? IN OUR TIME AND YEAR OF 2024? HELL YEAH

Dogman had a bad day

rough chart of how the dream/nightmare Narinder & Lamb counterpart mechanics function in Trod Au + extra doodles

There's something so fucking insane about realizing this is it for them. Not only Robotnik has no one, every single version of him has no one. He was created to be hated and alone. He was never meant to be liked by anyone let alone loved.

Stone doesn't exist. I'm getting fucked up just thinking about it – Robotnik finding out about all his other selves and...and there's no Stone? Who even is Stone? And how can movie!Robotnik explain? Who isn't Stone. He's always there, he is loyal, he is equal to a whole world to him, how can he explain that to the other Robotniks if they don't know what it's like? That feeling of being able to look over your shoulder and know someone is always going to be there; that someone cared about him selflessly – someone who patched him back together after every failure even when he thought he couldn't go lower.

Only movie!Robotnik has him, I'm INSANE. There is no comfort in "they will find each other in another universe, and try again" NO. This is it. Dr. Robotnik deserved to have someone be infinitely loyal to him, because he loved him, in one singular universe. IS ANYBODY LISTENING OHMYGOD.

🎶 Once upon a time I almost lost my mind

I was lonely

So lonely

Once upon a time

Hoping every day things would go my way

Then you came into my life

Now everything is fine

I never knew

What love could do

Till I met you

Now everything is oh so cozy

Now my skies are blue all because of you

I'm so glad

I was lonely

Once upon a time 🎶

Once Upon a Time - The Mavericks

a silly addition

Borrador..

Dog Man and Chief talk about romance 💐

I spent my entire day doing nothing but working on this so I hope y’all like it 🦄🦄🦄

Chief: (Holding Roy) Aww! He’s so small! (Looks at Petey) I hope you’re taking care of yourself

Petey: ???

Chief: After all, giving birth must’ve been very tiring-

Petey: (Looks at Dogman) TF DID YOU TELL HIM?! (Looks back at Chief) I DIDNT GIVE BIRTH TO HIM!!

Chief: …. (Looks at Dogman visibly angry) DID YOU WORK WHILE PREGNANT-!?

Petey: NEITHER OF US GAVE BIRTH TO HIM!

Dogman: (Panicked Signing)

That ol’ chart of mine makes the rounds online periodically and it drives me crazy because it’s frankly not very good. So, I finally got around to remaking it.

I doubt this will get anywhere near as popular, but I wanted to make it.

Good reference for animation, comics, and for visualizing phonetics!

William aftons true enemy

getting silly with it

other maps i couldnt decide on, none, etc etc