I'm Normal

💀💜Scary Dream💜💀 (Spooky Month Comic, 4 pages)

Idk i just wanted to do smth like this x’DD It’s a bit rough (I’m not good with comics tbh x’DD) but I still hope you like it ! 💜🧡💀🎃

Baby first words

Absolutely obsessed and self indulgent they have my whole heart and i don’t know why (i do i just wasn’t expecting it)

*holds them* i just think they’re so funny and weird. god reduced to weird dad and his new weird family

Mystery kids vs Mickey Mouse

Lili: Okay. How do you take out an evil dictator?

Norman: We… Cut off their resources?

Lili: *Writes that down* Okay, that’s good. What are Mickey’s resources?

Wybie: His long-time fans, influence over young girls who enjoy princesses, his cruise ships, game shows, Marvel and Star Wars geeks, and Fox.

Lili: Fox?

Wybie: Fox. I don’t even think they can curse anymore.

Lili: … Okay, we need to take this bastard out right now!

Raz: Let’s just shoot him!

Dipper: You think it’s that easy? No, he’ll just come back stronger than ever. We need to get rid of him the same way they did Walt Disney.

Mystery Kids: …

Coraline: No… No, that’s just a myth.

Mabel: We’ve been on the inside long enough to know that it’s not a myth. Walt Disney’s body is being preserved in his statue.

Coraline: So we’re really gonna freeze Mickey?

Dipper: It’s our only option! We need to get rid of him permanently.

Neil: How would we even do it?

Dipper: The company wants to look progressive in order to erase the… Ugliness back when Disney was still new.

Wybie: You mean like that movie with the rabbit who was just a metaphor for slavery?

Dipper: Yeah, that’s the one.

Wybie: And the deleted scene with the black centaur girl?

Dipper: Yes.

Wybie: And the crows?

Dipper: That too.

Wybie: Those Siamese cats, romanticizing Pocahontas and John Smith, What Made the Red Man Red?

Dipper: Yes, all of that. Well, I say we do something a little drastic.

Neil: You mean we find those lost tapes and threaten to air them unless Mickey comes here to “meet our demands” and that’s when we freeze him?

Mystery Kids: …

Dipper: … Y-yeah, basically. Let’s go find those tapes.

hi fun fact i like unicorn wars LMFAO. posted this on my twitter earlier but teehee

What if Luz end up not in boiling islands but in lands of old faith. She end up in the middle fight between Lambert and cultist.

“Oh my god, this place is so cool!”

“I’m glad you like it.” The Lamb chuckled. The Red Crown pulsed on their head, but they ignored it. The creature following behind them was strange, something unseen in this world, but young. She had introduced herself as Luz Noceda and looked around with clear wonder.

The Lamb hadn’t expected her.

In the middle of a battle, no less. 

But the girl had been a good distraction. While the heretics had been distracted, the Lamb had slaughtered them. Much like others who they had found, the girl had been frightened. Wary. But as they escorted her back to the compound, she had unfurled on her own.

She came from a world without the Old Faith. A world without magic, yes, but still. Interesting.

The Red Crown hummed in agreement.

“Here,” They stopped in front of a small tent, near their own. The Lamb had set it up for Ratau when the old rat came to visit, but it also provided shelter for traders who were interested. “I’ll see if I can get someone to get you food and new clothes.” The poor girl’s clothing was torn and ragged from her fall through worlds.

“Thanks, Lamb!” Luz said, her voice bright. It reminded them of a voice from the past, promising joy and laughter. “I’m not sure how I can thank you.”

The Lamb chuckled. “Helping out here and there will be enough,” they said. “We all must support each other out here. The world is dangerous, and you cannot stand alone.”

Luz nodded, her eyes gleaming. Good. So she could learn.

The Red Crown thrummed in delight.

So I was rewatching Steven universe and I really liked to Concept of losing color to turning monochromatic, so- what if the clown!child!reader got told (by most likely Pomni since she probably doesn't know that the reader is an actual child and probably told em in the worst way possible 🥲) that Kaufmo abstracted and the little fella just starts going colorless day by day, not honking anymore because they're grieving in their own way, perhaps the reader starts getting meaner, pulling pranks that are kind of akin to Jax's but they're doing em in a way so others understand the reader's feelings. That they know what happened now, that they feel like Pomni was just Caine's way of replacing Kaufmo since he abstracted.

And now it's not just losing color, they stop attending meals as often, they start changing and for the worst. As time passes the pain starts to dull away, but it's always there. The reader regains some color, but somehow now they look,, older? More tired? It's hard to tell, they start socializing again, but it's not the same, it will never be the same again.

Sorry I got too silly with this one ISPHWIOS 😔

YES YES HES ANGST CONTINUATION RAHH

(Don’t mind the gif it thought it was funny 💀)

(WARNINGS - ANGST, NO READER, BITTER ENDING, ONCE AGAIN KINDA SHORT, MILD BODY HORROR, MILD DEPICTION OF DEPRESSION)

No one ever told you.

They never told you where Kaufmo went,

Where the one you loved like a brother had went.

You spent most of your days in your room, you weren’t allowed in Kaufmo’s room at all.

They even crossed out his face on the door.

Nobody has seen you in quite some time… but the time you did come form your room, they all noticed how discolored your once bright colors were.

“Hey, [Y/N]? Are you okay?” Jax wearily asked, Behr out of character for him; but he could notice the heavy bags under your eyes.

You could only give a slight nod in response.

Ragatha stepped in, trying to cheer you up, “we’re playing your favorite today, capture the Gloinks!” Only to be met without a reaction from you.

“Could we at least get a little honk..?” She asked; but when you squeezed your nose a pathetic, deflated squeak only left it.

“You never told me where Kaufmo went, is he okay?”

You were met with silence.

It was always silence.

You were fed up with it.

Trudging away from the group with your arms tucked to you, Caine explained what felt like the thousandth time of how to play capture the Gloinks.

That’s when Pomni came up to you, tapping you wearily. “Hey.. I heard you wanted to know what happened to Kaufmo..?” She was whispering, not that she’d need to. You were decently far away from the rest of the group.

“Well.. when I got here he… Ragatha said something happened to him called abstraction.”

A wave of horror washed over you.

You had to excuse yourself from everyone, scrambling to your room.

This couldn’t be real, he couldn’t be gone, really.

It had to just be some prank they were pulling on you for all the ones you’ve done on them.

You could feel a buzzing sensation under your skin, it felt like it was trying to eat away at your inner layers.

It wanted to get out. It had to get out.

The feeling would crawl all the way up to your chin, making you feel ill. It was only when you looked down at your hands when you saw the eyes staring back at you while eating away at your skin. It just kept eating. Even when your tried to tear it from yourself it only made it worse. This was your fate.

Destined to the same as Kaufmo. Once to be with him again. Would he recognize you?

Would you recognize him?

The thoughts iver flowed in your mind as the buzzing feeling finally consumed you, leaving no trace of the person you once were.

The once fun, loving prankster of all of them.

Reduced to nothing but a carving agony that would tear you apart gradually.

It was your time.

Goodnight, sweet [Y/N].

Happy 23rd Birthday, Dipper and Mabel!

I was in a mood to draw something from my Wonderland AU, and ended up wondering how grown-up Victorian-esque Dipper and Mabel might look.

The collector is a baby.

Crowns (fragment)

Now that you know Crowns and their characters, I can show you one of my favourite fragments. As a follower, Narinder persists in trying to regain power and, well… Lamb was predicted by most of them.

About Crowns: part 1 part 2

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Vol. 3, chapter 1: "Crowns"

Narinder was lying on the ground, as they expected. He wasn't breathing. Lamb glanced at the Crowns, but these were motionless. Their eyes stared blindly into space as if in fact they were just sculptures. Then Lamb looked over the followers. Someone was clearly wanting vomiting when he noticed the dead body.

Lamb raised a hand to their forehead and rubbed the space between their eyes. Then they sharply looked up.

"Everyone... get out," they growled at the followers, and they obediently began to gather.

"Shall we... take the body, leader?" one of the marauders asked hesitantly.

"I don't see a body here to take somewhere," said the Lamb coldly. "I see a follower sleeping on the grass."

"But..."

A look in the Lamb's eyes told the overzealous one: that any moment - and he and the new follower would switch places. He hurried away from this place. Lamb, having made sure that they were all obediently far from there, turned an angry glare at the Crowns.

"What were you not supposed to do?!" he exclaimed mentally, and this was redirected to the Crowns as a very loud scream by Red Crown. The artifacts of power twitched. If they had lips, they probably would have grimaced.

"We were supposed to stop him from reaching for us," Yellow Crown announced almost aggressively.

"You weren't supposed to kill him!"

"We didn't kill him," she replied. After a while it added. "He died himself. After a while."

Lamb was rubbed at the bridge of its nose again. "Cause of death?" they asked to Red Crown.

“It seems like a large electric charge has burned his internal organs."

"Blue, do you know anything about large electric charges?"

"I didn't do anything!" Blue Crown defended himself almost desperately. His domain was the broadly understood arts, including magic and science.

"Yeah... because you are too much of a coward and you are afraid of Narinder, even in this flawed form," Yellow sneered contemptuously. "It's not him, Lamb."

Lamb directed their gaze to the Green Crown. Their domain was chaos and wild forces of nature. This one tried to look as innocent as possible. Lamb's eyes narrowed. "Yes?"

They was still silent. The rest of the Crowns glanced at it curiously.

"Okay! Maybe I exaggerated", Green finally grunted. "But he was already putting his dirty hands on me! I reacted instinctively... You could have hidden us," they said accusingly to Lamb. "Or at least apply a protection spell."

"No. He had to learn a lesson. Though I hadn't planned that his lesson would bring him to Limbo so soon." Lamb sighed deeply, then bent over the body. "Stupid cat... He could at least try to pretend that he is not planning this..."

"By the way, Lamb..." Yellow Crown's voice sounded sweet. "Why don't you just give him a moment... Let him sit in the world below, I'm sure the rest of the family are very happy about this unexpected visit and..."

"Narinder doesn't go to Hell for the gods..." Lamb announced coldly, focusing. "After his death, he lands in Limbo, chained, with chains I created for him out of faith and suffering of the followers of particular domains."

The Crowns were amazed. They exchanged slightly nervous and partly surprised or even terrified glances. Only Purple didn't look surprised, but only sighed heavily.

"You created... chains?" Yellow repeated.

"Yes. And Limbo inside the Limbo. You know... such a Limbo through which souls cannot pass on the way to hell..."

"Wait... you have created a place where Narinder is genuinely all alone and in addition chained with chains through which flows the suffering of all beings in all domains?"

They looked at them. They raised an eyebrow as if saying "what, am I indistinctly speaking?" For the first time, something strange appeared in Crown's eyes - something like fear, and in part even respect. If the Yellow Crown had a mouth, she would have whistled in awe. Blue seemed to be incredulous.

"It's... so cruel," he said. "I don't think even Heket would do something like this..."

"Right," said Yellow. And then she became a little worried. "But maybe..."

"Get him out of there!" Green Crown almost demanded. They seemed nervous. "If I had known I'd send him there... Even he doesn't deserve something like that! In fact, even if he touched me and picked me up, I would just refuse to cooperate. I didn't know he was landing in Limbo! Bring him back!"

"And you think what am I trying to do!" snapped Lamb. "You're distracting me! Shut up now!"

They closed their eyes, placing a hand on the dead cat's chest. Then they lifted it slightly, opening eyes. A light appeared in them, as well as between his hooves on the tips of his fingers and the dead cat's chest. The light in his eyes, however, soon turned red, and blood began to trickle from them down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, as always with stronger spells and rituals. Narinder's body shuddered and lifted slightly into the air. Then it hit the ground violently - and the cat took a sharp breath, as if he were a shipwrecked man who had just been successfully resuscitated. He jumped up with fear in his eyes.

For a moment he looked genuinely terrified. He clearly didn't know where he was, his hands clenched into fists as if they were handcuffed. After a moment he saw the Lamb, his stern expression. The light in their eyes dimmed, and the cat saw an angry glare. Narinder glanced sideways at the Crowns. He swallowed.

"Oh-oh…" he said, then dropped to the grass. "Can I ask you for one more lightning..."

"Oh no!" growled Lamb, getting up. They grabbed his robe, pulling him to his feet. Narinder was surprised - he hadn't thought Lamb was so strong before. It mean, he knew they had great power, but he didn't think that physically, without using spells, they could lift him almost effortlessly. "What was that, Nari?"

The cat shrugged. "You can't be angry I tried," he grumbled. "You told me yourself where the crowns are. You haven't hidden them since then. I had to try. But those damn hats don't seem to like me," he growled.

"Are you surprised?" Lamb snorted. "You ordered the killing of their owners, and before that you mutilated them."

"Well... yes, but now they are no longer associated with them..."

He looked at Crowns. He had a strange feeling that they were making fun of him. Lamb, who was still hearing what the Crowns said and how they acted, narrowed their eyes.

"Yeah, you entertain them," they snorted. "And now you're coming with me."

With those words, they moved forward. The cat didn't move, standing there staring with undisguised hatred at the Crowns. Lamb waved their hand in the air and snapped their finger - and Narinder suddenly felt as if someone had kicked him. He was surprised, but after a moment's hesitation he followed the cult leader, growling curses under his breath.

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Tom 3, rozdział 1: "Korony"

Na ziemi, jak się spodziewało, leżał Narinder. Nie oddychał. Jego ciemnoszare futro wyglądało na nieruszone, oczy były zamknięte, wszystkie trzy. Jagnię rzuciło spojrzenie na Korony, ale te były nieruchome. Ich oczy patrzyły ślepo w przestrzeń, jakby faktycznie były tylko rzeźbami. Potem Jagnię potoczyło wzrokiem po wyznawcach. Komuś wyraźnie zbierało się na wymioty, gdy dostrzegł martwe ciało.

Jagnię uniosło dłoń do czoła i pomasowało przestrzeń między oczami. Potem gwałtownie podniosło głowę.

- Wszyscy... wynocha - warknęło na wyznawców, a ci posłusznie zaczęli się zbierać.

- Czy... mamy uprzątnąć ciało, liderze? - zapytał niepewnie jeden z maruderów.

- Ja nie widzę tutaj ciała do uprzątnięcia - stwierdziło chłodno Jagnię. - Widzę tu wyznawcę, który śpi na trawie.

- Ale...

Spojrzenie w oczy Jagnięcia powiedziało nadgorliwcowi, że lada moment, a on i nowy wyznawca zamienią się miejscami. Pospiesznie oddalił się z tego miejsca. Jagnię natomiast, upewniwszy się, że wszyscy posłusznie znaleźli się daleko od tego miejsca, zwróciło wściekłe spojrzenie na Korony.

- Czego miałyście nie robić?! - zawołał w myślach, a to zostało przekierowane do Koron jako bardzo głośny krzyk przez Czerwoną Koronę. Artefakty mocy drgnęły. Gdyby miały usta, pewnie by się skrzywiły.

- Miałyśmy nie pozwolić mu sięgnąć po nas - oznajmiła niemal zaczepnie Żółta Korona.

- Miałyście go nie zabijać!

- Nie zabiłyśmy - odparła. Po chwili dorzuciła. - Sam umarł. Po chwili.

Jagnię znów pomasowało nasadę nosa.

- Przyczyna zgonu? - rzuciło do Czerwonej Korony.

- Zdaje się, że spory ładunek elektryczny spalił mu wewnętrzne narządy.

- Niebieski, wiesz coś może o potężnych ładunkach elektrycznych?

- Nic nie zrobiłem! - broniła się niemal rozpaczliwie Niebieska Korona. Jej domeną była szeroko pojęta sztuka, w tym magia i nauka.

- Ta... bo jesteś zbyt wielkim tchórzem i boisz się Narindera, nawet w tej ułomnej postaci - prychnęła pogardliwie Żółta. - To nie on, Jagnię.

Jagnię skierowało spojrzenie na Zieloną Koronę. Jej domeną był chaos i dzikie siły natury. Starała się teraz wyglądać możliwie najniewinniej. Zmrużyło oczy.

- Słucham?

Nadal milczała. Pozostałe Korony zerkały w jej stronę zaciekawione.

- No, dobra! Może przesadziłom - burknęła wreszcie. - Ale już kładł na mnie te swoje brudne łapy! Zareagowałom instynktownie... Mogłeś nas ukryć - rzuciła oskarżycielsko do Jagnięcia. - Albo chociaż nałożyć zaklęcie ochronne.

- Nie. Musiał dostać nauczkę. Choć nie planowałom, że tak szybko jego nauczka sprowadzi go do Limbo. - Jagnię westchnęło głęboko, a potem pochyliło się nad ciałem. - Durny kot... Mógł chociaż spróbować udawać, że tego nie planuje...

- Swoją drogą, Jagnię... - głos Żółtej Korony zabrzmiał słodyczą. - Może daj mu jeszcze chwilę... Niech sobie posiedzi na dole, jestem pewna, że pozostała część rodziny bardzo się cieszy z tej nieoczekiwanej wizyty i...

- Narinder nie trafia do piekła dla bogów... - oznajmiło chłodno Jagnię, skupiając się. - Po śmierci ląduje w Limbo, zakuty w łańcuchy, które dla niego stworzyłem z wiary i cierpienia wyznawców poszczególnych domen.

Korony zdumiały się. Wymieniły lekko nerwowe, a po części zdziwione lub nawet przerażone spojrzenia. Jedynie Fioletowa nie wyglądała na zdziwioną, a jedynie ciężko westchnęła.

- Stworzyłeś... łańcuchy? - powtórzyła Żółta.

- Tak. I Limbo wewnątrz Limba. Wiecie... takie Limbo, przez które nie przechodzą dusze w drodze do piekła...

- Zaraz... stworzyłeś miejsce, w którym autentycznie Narinder jest całkiem sam i w dodatku skuty łańcuchami, przez które przepływa cierpienie wszystkich istot we wszystkich domenach?

Popatrzyło na nie. Uniosło brew, jakby mówiło "a co, niewyraźnie mówię?". Po raz pierwszy w oczach Koron pojawiło się coś dziwnego - coś jakby lęk, a po części nawet szacunek. Gdyby Żółta Korona miała usta, zagwizdałaby z podziwiem. Niebieska zdawała się niedowierzać.

- To... takie okrutne - oznajmiła. - Chyba nawet Heket nie zdobyłaby się na coś takiego...

- Prawda - zgodziła się Żółta. A potem lekko zaniepokoiła się. - To może jednak...

- Wyciągnij go stamtąd! - niemal zażądała Zielona Korona. Wydawała się nerwowa. - Gdybym wiedziało, że tam go poślę... Nawet on nie zasługuje na coś takiego! W gruncie rzeczy, nawet jakby mnie dotknął i podniósł, po prostu odmówiłobym współpracy. Nie wiedziałom, że ląduje w Limbo! Wezwij go!

- A co ja próbuję zrobić! - warknęło Jagnię. - Rozpraszacie mnie! Zamknijcie się wreszcie!

Zamknął oczy, kładąc dłoń na piersi martwego kota. A potem uniósł ją lekko, otwierając ślepia. Pojawiło się w nich światło, podobnie jak między jego kopytkami na końcu palców a piersią zmarłego. Światło w oczach jednak zaraz zasnuło się czerwienią, a krew zaczęła ciurkać z nich po policzkach, kapiąc na ziemię, jak zawsze w przypadku silniejszych zaklęć i rytuałów. Ciało Narindera zadrżało i delikatnie uniosło się w powietrze. Potem gwałtownie uderzyło o ziemię - a kot wziął gwałtowny wdech, jakby był rozbitkiem, na którym właśnie przeprowadzono udane sztuczne oddychanie. Poderwał się ze strachem w oczach.

Przez chwilę wyglądał na autentycznie przerażonego. Wyraźnie nie wiedział, gdzie jest, unosząc zaciśnięte dłonie w pięści, jakby trzymał je skute. Po chwili dostrzegł Jagnię, jego surową minę. Światło w oczach przygasło i kot zauważył wściekłe spojrzenie. Narinder zerknął w bok na korony. Przełknął ślinę.

- O-oł... - rzucił, a potem opadł na trawę. - Poproszę jeszcze raz piorunem.

- O nie! - warknęło Jagnię, podnosząc się. Szarpnęło go za szatę, stawiając na nogi. Narinder zdumiał się - dotąd nie przypuszczał, że jest takie silne. Znaczy, wiedział, że ma wielką moc, ale nie sądził, że fizycznie, bez używania zaklęć, jest w stanie go podźwignąć niemal bez wysiłku. - Co to było, Nari?

Kot wzruszył ramionami.

- Nie możesz mieć żalu, że próbowałem - burknął. - Sam mi powiedziałeś, gdzie są korony. Nie schowałeś ich od tamtego czasu. Musiałem spróbować. Ale te przeklęte czapki chyba mnie nie lubią - warknął.

- A dziwisz się? - prychnęło Jagnię. - Zleciłeś zabicie ich właścicieli, a wcześniej ich okaleczyłeś.

- No... niby tak, ale teraz już nie są z nimi związane...

Zerknął na Korony. Miał dziwne wrażenie, że się z niego nabijają. Jagnię, które nadal słyszało to, co mówiły i jak się zachowywały Korony, zmrużyło oczy.

- Tak, mocno je bawisz - prychnęło. - A teraz idziesz ze mną.

Po tych słowach ruszyło przed siebie. Kot nie drgnął, stojąc w miejscu i patrząc z nieskrywaną nienawiścią na Korony. Jagnię machnęło dłonią w powietrzu i pstryknęło palcem - i Narinder poczuł nagle, jakby ktoś go kopnął. Zdumiał się, ale po chwili wahania ruszył za liderem kultu, powarkując pod nosem przekleństwa.

Sometimes my brain remembers that I have other characters I like outside from Shockwave and Blurr, then I hyperfixate.... and all motivation to continue the original idea I had goes poof.

I played with the idea of Blackarachnia's organic spider part producing pheromones which then influence the bots around her. It can either bring out the good or the yuck out in some people, which leads her to be in uncomfortable situations. Despite the comic being quite silly and humorous for the most part, in no is what she's dealing with funny.

Also dunking on shockwave rq, no one can convince me that he isn't a little misogynistic. bro called arcee an empty piece of hardware and lets not forget his g1 version being like FEMALE AUTOBOTS??! >:C