The Creator And The Destroyer Is One Of My Better Art Pieces At This Point, Designed As A Bit Of A Yin

Well, this is very interesting.

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I love this.

AU where every time Sun Wukong falls asleep he is encompassed by stone resulting in him appearing to be a statue and has to re-break out of this stone casing every time he wakes up 

No i will not elaborate 

How to unintentionally be helpful by being a biologist.

I sometimes like to imagine that where Ren chews on Scar's tail small mushrooms have started to grow. Whether they'd be painful or not I'm not sure of.

And, to all the Anons trying to get to Mother, the Sporelings, and Doc. Leave them a l o n e. They want nothing to do with you. Imma start whacking people with an umbrella every time they try to get to them.

Jakajs its ok, i dont mind the asks haha

Rip scar's tail

Ok, the entirety of Purgatory for the QSMP is now officially over, so I am going to talk about it and the Cucurucho streams and related media that has poped up! I'm not going to give a day to day rundown of Pergatory, so if you came for that I suggest instead going for the vods. Personally there was to much fighting, sound, and general chaos (along side the fact that the majority of the streams were long) for me to give a good recap of all the days.

However, I will give a timeline of events outside Purgatory; if you do not want to be spoiled about Cucurucho's actions or any related news, I suggest you look at the QSMP Twitter and Cucuruchos streams!

Ok, so timeline of the events on Pergatory and QSMP.

QSMP Islanders wake up on Egg island and are split into 3 teams: Bolas!?! Headed by Philza, Soulfire headed by Tubbo, and the Green Gay Ninjas headed by Etoiles. Where the teams would spend 2 weeks competing to try and save some of the eggs.

At the half way point (day 7 or 8) the Green Gay Ninjas team were eliminated, and roughly the same day we got the first of 2 streams with Cucurucho as our main actor. The stream at the beginning was just Cucurucho at his home going about his normal life outside of being in charge of the local Federation branch. However, during this we get the actual timeline of when this happened in the flow of Purgatory. The video that played while sending the islanders off the island played before Cucurucho's eyes and the bear was from the sounds of it confused on what was going on. Pointing to the fact that Cucurucho was either not kept in the loop, or that potential the broadcast was not actually the federations doing. After which Cucurucho gets an island report from a federation worker with glasses (which, cute) that points to a huge problem involving what we later learn is called the "shadow virus" before calling for a meeting with all available federation workers.

During this meeting we learn a few things (this is I no particular order). 1. The workers and guards are definitely scared from Cellbit's murder spree, but do not known it was him. 2. The coffee machine is broken and a federation worker is not happy about this fact or the fact they have to drink tea instead. 3. A worker reports that while the islanders were sent off because of matanance, they have lost complete contact with them likely due to a third party (-cough cough-eyeball man -cough cough-). And as such suggested sending someone off to try and gain contact and return the islanders to the island. 4. The scientific team has yet to figure out anything involving the black concrete 5. Fred is still missing and the federation workers are worried. 6. The code entities were trying to send out a signal... And the reporting federation member also mention a plan to fource all federation members to drink apple juice?

Honestly part of what the initial meeting showed along side all that was revealed was the individual personalities of all the federation workers. Something Cucurucho does not reprimand them for, instead just seeming to sigh at.

After this Cucurucho sets all but one federation worker/guard to go clean up the black concrete, with the last member being sent off to Egg island. Cucurucho also left a note for Forever asking to talk.

After this we a stream showing us the federation worker that was sent off on Egg island, infected by the shadow virus and seemingly being forced to help direct the team allocation of green between the two remaining teams, before the worker promptly drops dead.

We don't see the last Cucurucho stream till either the 17th or the 18th where in we are given a tour of part of the upper level of Cucuruchos home before He sets of back to the federation office for an update meeting with all workers not in the med bay or in a good enough state to preform tasks and talk.

We see that the office has been mostly cleaned up, but the shadow virus now infects the majority of the federation workers with one worker being infected by something else. Once in the meeting room, where a table had been set up closer to the podium a new set of reports was given (interrupted on occasion by Cucurucho getting distracted by lizards that are somehow in the facility.)

(also, new Cucuruchovoice lines!) the updated reports are: 1. There is still no progress on the murders, but it is very likely an Island member conducting the action. 2. All actions to try and trace the islanders have failed, and the worker sent off was also lost. While mentioning that the islanders left by a non-official route. 3. The eggs are still missing, and they have no apparent leads on what happened to them. As well as mentioning that the Eggs should not have been able to leave on their own... Also, the apple juice worker again says a plan to get all to drink it. 4. ... The coffee maker is still broken, and the worker seems to be going insane from the tea... 5. As well as a report of while cleaning resident homes of the black concrete finding code monster residual.

The last report was an unofficial one while the group checked out the progress on removing the black concrete... During this, Cucurucho fell into a deep hole that was left unfixed in front of the bridge to the president's office, leading to Cucurucho giving an exasperated sigh before saying "it's tough to be a boss sometimes". The unofficial report reports the biggest spot of the second virus problem, this time relating back to the code monsters and the code egg. Leading to samples being taken.

After this, while Cucurucho went to leave a note to Foolish with a guard and a single worker once of the little eyeball creatures from Pergatory (Luffy) sails into the area and Cucurucho has a brief interaction with them as the child reveals "purgatory" that something is happening with the residents, as well as the instigator of Pergatory. Eventually leading Luffy to be taken into custody to gain more information before Cucurucho goes home with the picture of the purgatory man as he questions who they are in relation to this incident.

After this the end of predatory happens where a tie is broken between the Bolas and soulfire team in Bolas's favor. After which the predatory man reveals they have a spy in their talks and tells them to play hide and seek with him. Bringing them to an area with a federation worker with a single eye before the eggs are revealed, as well as El Quackity being the spy. It is then revealed that the egg "choice" was a single egg chosen by luck, before a confrintation leads to the island creator setting off a nuke timber. That leads to most of the islanders not making it off? (certain. Need official channal information that might not be available till wensdsy if Phil can't get on QSMP tomorrow.)

Also, on the official twitter a video of Richarlison having survived the bomb is shown as well as a missing poster for... Cucurucho...

Whatever is going on has just made everything much more confusing.

Also, just an odd note, has the QSMP info canal logo changed to a black cucurucho face for anyone else (or... A white shirted man screaming?)? Or is this just me...

Well... That was a disaster of a lesson.

Dante stick to a melee weapons for a reason.

Based on

Well, this is interesting.

The Cats Favorite Toy p.2 Final

I can tell so much about you by what you've left unsaid...

Ink leaned back in his old rocking chair, listening to the old, beaten wood creak with the stretch of new pressure. He always used it whenever he couldn't sleep, when insomnia hit him hard, stapling his eyes open, making his body toss and turn, but tonight was different. No, tonight wasn't a night where he drew something and still had the energy for new pieces, but he had to go meet up with the Star Sanses in the morning, when he had just watched a fight in another au and was still riled up, tonight was worse.

Tonight was worry

There was a tightness in the painters chest that refused to go away. It made his hands shake, trembling in place, twitching every now and again from being so cramped. It made his stomach feel tight and knotted, the bitter taste of acid rising in his throat now and again, though he forced it back down. Sure, he was used to puking up Ink, but not real food. What food would even come up? He hasn't had the motivation to eat, it took a lot out of him to even roll out of bed this morning, but he knew that Error needed to be taken care of. Its not like skeletons needed to eat, even though it did strengthen their stanima, so he was just fine without it, and if that meant losing all his energy, so be it.

Ink looked across the room to the couch, Errors unconscious form bundled up in blankets and wires, pumping medicine into his soul that Sci had recommended. The glitchs break down made his core weak and cracked, so Ink had to keep a close eye on his chest. Not to mention the physical damage, a sprained ankle and chips among his skeleton from the rock fall. Being in the snow, in soaking wet clothes for hours on end, also gave Error a nasty case of frostbite. The tips of his bones, his toes and fingers, bits of rib and neck, they were all stained a bright pink color, swollen and sore. Ink had always found the others bruises interesting, how they needed to be a bright color to contrast over the dark bones. Is that why he left so many after battles? Maybe. Did that mean the guilt on his chest ever lightened? Absolutely not.

... Maybe he shouldn't have been so rough in fights. Error had already retreated down at Snowdin, but Ink was determined on having a bit more fun. Now he realized that this wasn't fun for Error, it wasn't joy he felt, it was fear. Fear of being hunted like some sort of wild animal, fear of being presented with all his failures for everyone to see, to laugh at and poke fun at for their own entertainment.

The protector takes a sip of his white paint, bouncing his knee anxiously, pumping his foot to and from the cold tiled floor. It was dulling his emotions, which he usually didn't like, but right now, he needed it. The anxiety and guilt was driving Ink insane, he felt both physically and mentally sick with the entire situation. The ticks from a clock on the wall was the only thing to keep himself grounded, each one making him flinch from the lack of background noise. Usually, he didn't even notice it, making a radio or the voices of the creators to drown it out, but now, it was like a gun being shot right next to his head, just barely missing, but still serving as a warning. Why did he even have a clock? With all the timelines and different timezones, this was a useless pice of junk. Still, it looked nice, and it made him feel like this little multiverse world had its own sense of individuality, so he kept it up. Did it even run on batteries? Or did it just hang over Ink, watching him with every click of a hand, prying into his thoughts with every tick of the minute, waiting for the artist to finally crack, to unfold just as Error did all those weeks ago.

Yeah... Weeks....

Glitchy had gone into a coma from all the cold to his body, sending him into shock. Or, at least that's what Sci said. Ink didn't really know what that meant, but it definitely wasn't good, the lack of knowledge only adding bricks to his already endless wall of anxiety.

A crash in the room almost made Ink scream in fear, though it only came out as a soft wheeze, instead gripping the arms of his rocker to try and stable himself once again. Turning his head from his hands folded on his lap, he was surprised to see Errors body... Rolled off the couch. There was a grumble from the pile as it shifted around, obviously annoyed by its prison of blankets, trying to break free, but it was kinda hard when your limbs were all numb and cramped. His counterpart rushed over to help, nearly flying out of his chair in the moment of adrenaline, pulling at the blanket until it came loose, looking down at the other

"Hey Ru... You're awake..."

Inks voice was small, something uncharacteristic for the usually annoying guardian, but the look in Errors eyes told him that things weren't all well again. The red tainted sockets looked like they were sunk into his skull, making gray bags ring around his eyes. Even though it was hard to see with the black bones, Ink could regonize it from the almost gray pupils, the usually warm color pattern drained into a ghost of once they once were, A ghost of Error. A ghost of his determined attitude, almost smug as he bickered with anyone and everyone, his pride refusing to submit into another's ideas. A ghost from his usually wide rested smile, or that jagged frown when he got upset over something small, cursing and stomping his foot like a cat who was pet at the wrong time. A ghost of the usual bright navy strings dripping down his cheeks. They weren't even glowing now, starting to mix into his skull, almost like they were invisible to his character. Ink forced himself to gulp down another bit of white paint, shuttering at the lack of taste, unlike his other vials that bursted with flavor. How long has this been piling up on Error for? The skeleton looked half dead, staring up at Ink with glossy eyelights, almost like his entire personality was broken.

The artist pulled Error back up to the couch, laying the blanket on his lap instead of bundling him up again, going to the kitchen to start up on some hot chocolate. Error always liked the food, anything chocolate really, it was like a drug to him at this point. Maybe it would cheer him up, with a bit of whipped cream and carmel draped over the top? Yeah. That sounded nice. Ink decided to make himself a mug as well, his stomach tightening from his lack of food all week.

He walked back to the couch after about 10 minutes, sighing in relief at the sight. Error had his knitting needles in his hands, strings wrapped in his fingers, making a pattern as he pulled and looped the thread. His body still looked tired, but at least he could move his fingers. At least he had the motivation to do something he loved again.

The cup of coco was set on the living room table, which was piled up with papers and art supplies, but the painter moved all that to the side, careful not to knock anything over. He was surprised that Error didn't rip up his project or destroy it as he usually did, but he could tell now wasn't the time to bright up work stuff.

Error didn't touch the coco. Not that it was stubborn and didn't want Inks help, mostly because he was too caught up in relaxing himself in his strings of fabric, letting the clock tick away. No words were exchanged, only the small background noise as Ink clicked the TV on to listen to, grabbing his notebook as well, starting to doodle things in it. It was a comfortable silence. No one moved to get away, no one bickered or screamed, the two skeletons just needed eachother right now to let the other know everything was okay, everything was normal again. In all due time, it would be, including fights and battles, the war still ranging on. But for now, it was too late to care about those things. The ticking was all that they needed to feel at peace again, relaxing in eachothers presence, letting the night soothe their souls as they enjoyed eachothers company once again

Oh my God! So cute!

They’re done! Aaahh please let this work- So I made little Hat Kid and Prince Shimeji’s! You know, those little nuisances that keep trying to interfere with your work? Yeah, and now you can have them on your PC too! Want to know how? More information under the cut!

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Astronaut Aykroyd

Based off of this post by @floralflowerpower

Basically Danny changes his last name cuz science community thinks Fentons are crackpots when he goes to work for Nasa :) Also its like 1am right now so ill probably do a bit more editing in the morning

“Aykroyd.”

The administrator, Roger, raised his brow. “That’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Danny laughed. “You guys gave me permission to pick my new last name, and I pick Aykroyd.” If NASA wanted him to replace Fenton then of course Danny would have to make it fun.

Roger sighed and typed it into his computer. “If you were not such a record-breaking twat, I would have to tell you to pick something else.” He reached his hand across the table and shook Danny’s. “Congratulation Candidate Fenton, you are now Astronaut Aykroyd.” Roger frowned in disgust. “Why does it have to be an alliteration?”

“It’s fun and easier to remember,” Danny grinned and got out of his chair. “I'll take a picture of Earth and sign it for you. It’ll be worth something someday.”

Roger chuckled. “It’ll be worth something, all right.”

It didn’t take long to learn what the science community thought of his parents when he first started training. Pitiful looks and bouts of laughter when he mentioned his parents always came up.

“Dam, the crackpot scientists had a kid. Hopefully, they didn’t fill your head too much with all that ghost stuff.” An older candidate had poked fun of him. Danny learned quickly to keep his mouth shut about ghosts soon after. The Fenton name was a joke in the science communities. He didn’t quite blame NASA for asking him to change it.

NASA probably would have dropped him if it weren’t for his ghost half, funny enough. He excelled in all the physical training, speedrunning him through the ranks. The teachers had been flabbergasted when he ran the flight simulation almost perfectly. The spectra speeder was insanely close in operation, so it was like driving a new car to him. Weightlessness he mastered years ago, and strength was not a problem. The in-classroom training wasn’t that bad either. Danny was a fantastic astronaut if he did say so himself.

After his first mission, he gained a bit of a cult following. Officially, all records of NASA Danny Fenton had been changed to Danny Aykroyd. Nobody knew him as C student Fenton but instead kick-ass astronaut Aykroyd. His records were publicly available, and every mission he went on went well. So what if he used some ghostliness to keep his team safe. As far as they knew, lifting rocks that shouldn’t be humanly possible was one of those muscle flukes. Like a parent lifting a car to save their child. His team stayed safe, and that’s what mattered most.

He didn’t mind it so much that nobody knew. His parents understood and were proud of him. They kept quiet about Danny’s famous career as an astronaut, but Amity Park still knew. During the Christmas holidays last year, he saw Dash at Starbucks, who gaped at him like a fish. Danny simply raised his cup like a toast and headed back home. As long as only Amity Park knew about Danny Fenton, he would be fine. Sam’s parents had been so passive-aggressive once they realized that they couldn’t mention their connection to Danny without some NASA officials breathing down their necks. It was good, but sometimes he couldn’t miss the sadness in his parent’s eyes when they couldn’t announce their baby boy’s accomplishments to the world.

His last name went unnoticed by most. Sometimes interns and such would ask him questions, though.

“Danny Aykroyd? Like Dan Aykroyd?” Confusion and curiosity ripple their faces.

Danny would simply laugh and grin. “No, that’s the ghostbuster.” Sam and Tucker didn’t think it was as funny, unfortunately. It had grown on them the past couple of years, though. He was pretty sure he saw Tucker wearing a shirt on his Instagram one time with his response. Appropriately, the shirt was black with ‘No, that’s the ghostbuster’ written in curvy neon green letters. Danny tracked one down and posted a picture on his official account wearing it. He had to apologize for crashing the artist’s site a few hours later.

His popularity had grown to the point where people tried getting interviews with him. Danny did some after the PR team forced him to. In the first interview, he was a nervous wreck. PR never treated alternate Danny personas kindly. They got easier after a while, none were out to get him, really. Most just asked about the space stations, missions and sometimes his personal life.

Eventually, life and the PR team lead him to today’s interview. He sat backstage waiting for his cue. A blonde woman, Agatha, was a show host and begged to have him on the show. She rallied the audience up, getting them ready for his appearance.

“Now please welcome Astronaut, Danny Aykroyd!” The crowd cheered and he strolled across the stage. The lights blinded him at first, but adjusted as he took his seat on the love seat across from Agatha.

“Agatha, thanks for having me.” With a broad smile, he shook her hand.

She smiled at him devilishly. “No, thank you, Danny. Celebrities are in a thousand, but Astronauts are on in a million.”

“Don’t flatter me too much,” he laughed, “my ego can only stretch so far.” The audience laughed at his remark, along with Agatha. He was doing good.

“Now Danny, not to get personal right off the bat, but do you have a new beau by any chance.”

Great one of these kinds of interviews. He shook his head. “No.”

“Not even at home?”

“Sorry to disappoint Agatha, but my love stays for Cujo still.” He held a hand to his heart and the audience laughed again.

Agatha laughed, throwing her head back. “Not even in good old Amity Park?”

Danny’s mouth twitched. Amity Park was not allowed for questions during an interview. PR made sure of it. “No, parents would probably like me to have some secret partner stashed away though. Gotta have them grandkids, am I right.” He laughed along with the audience.

Agatha leaned forward as if she caught a canary as looked at him playfully. “Say your parents right?” Danny squirmed in the seat and his smile dropped. “As in Maddie and Jack Fenton?”

“I-”

“Is it true that your name is really Daniel James Fenton?”

“I-”

“Fenton as in the joke of the science community?”

“Agatha-”

“What was it that they study and claim is true? Do let the audience know, Mr. Aykroyd.” She leaned back in her chair with a triumphant smile. Hushed whispers aroused from the audience as Danny stayed silent. The damage was already done. Live shows were the worst.

“Paranormal studies and ecto-biology, ecto-physics, and ecto-chemistry.”

“What interesting fields of study. More of fields of fantasy, though, am I right?” A few nervous laughs came from the audience. Danny curled his hands into a fist. PR was going to kill him tomorrow.

He gave Agatha a cold glare. She immediately straightened in her seat. “I don’t take kindly to people making fun of my parents. They’re amazing scientists. Dad built a fuelless aircraft and so many gadgets ahead of our time. Mom created entirely new ways to pull things apart. Atom. By. Atom.” Agatha was beginning to look a bit scared now. Danny continued anyway and started creating an invisible clone. “Ancients even, they protected the entire town when it literally got sent to an alternate dimension. They are good people and good scientists. I don’t care what everyone else says. I know what they study is real. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’ve been to the ghost zone.” He closed his eyes and took a breath. The clone was at the lights now.

“Are you saying that you, a lead expert in space exploration and science, are endorsing the fact that the afterlife exists?” Agatha almost stumbled over her words. The crowd was silent.

Danny stood up from the love seat and glared at the camera. “Yes, and this interview is over.” The lights shut off, and the crown gasped with a few screams. Danny turned invisible and made his way out through the chaos of the crowd.

“Take back your statement,” Rodger demanded. “We can’t have you claiming that crackpot theories are real.” Danny felt like a child being scolded.

“This is a mess, Danny. The community is baffled and questioning whether you should still keep your job. The public is looking into your high school life too.” The PR head said worriedly. Danny cringed at the mention of high school.

“I guess they don’t want a delinquent C student, who believes in the supernatural leading up NASA missions, huh?”

“No Danny. They saw how cold you were last night, too. How can they trust you if you’ve secretly been a homewrecker all this time?”

“At least people get the joke behind Aykroyd now,” he said quietly. Well, some of the joke.

“Danny!” Roger sighed. “You’ve always been so adamant about finding proof before we make claims. Why does the supernatural not follow this?”

“I’ve seen proof-” he is proof-” that ghosts exist.”

“Danny, if your parents are telling you one thing from birth, of course you’re going to see proof. Confirmation bias.” Roger explained.

“No, Roger, it’s not that. There is a portal to hell in my basement Roger, my basement!” Danny stood up from his chair.

“Danny-”

“No-” he turned to the PR head- “If I can prove ghosts are real, can I keep my job? Ancients, I swear the job can be easier if I provide proof.”

The PR looked at their tablet and shrugged. “Maybe, it would have to be right away, though. No time to pull together some gimmick.”

“Good.”

“Danny, think about what you’re doing. You're risking your career,” Roger tried to reason.

Danny laughed. “No, Roger, even if NASA does fire me, I have other things to do. But-” he let the cool wrings wash over him- “I know what I am and that I exist.”

Roger and the PR head shut up after that. Their jaws hung open and stared at him, flabbergasted.

"There is this proof enough?"

... I don't know why, but this is supper adorable.

Bowser Jr. loves Waffle House Bakery! Whenever he and his father visit Mushroom Kingdom they’re always sure to stop by and grab some of their very tasty treats. Jr really likes the tall green guy too, Luigi; he’s super nice and his mustache is cool and he always tells the best stories.

But Jr. isn’t naïve. He’s been noticing how weirdly his ba acts around green man. Red faced, stumb-ly words, shy. His ba is not shy. Maybe Bowser likes green man too?

But like… likes likes him. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

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I hope ya’ll like this small and sweet comic! :)

Bees!

Yes!

So cool!

Save the bees!