More Wacky Puppets? Count Me In!

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].

Virtue of Harmony

Okay. I have this idea for CRK fandoms out there. This is my cookie OC. Her name is Sweet Butter Cookie. She is the youngest of the beast cookie. Appearing last from the rest of the beast because of some reason.

I can only draw this much, Kinda torn of making her dress colorful to represent harmony or just do the green color for none of the beast is using that color...

If you notice, she is kinda inspired by Glinda. Singing a musical is kinda her thing to spread joy and harmony to all of the cookies. I imagine back in pre-corruption beast, she has this sort of followers that sing for the background voice like how the musical usually does.

If you guys want more of her lore, just ask. I will drop the story soon.

What if: The Ancients were baked alongside the Beast?

(Read from left to right)

Bonus:

Cute 😆🤩😍

This is my oc Neves (from my WIP cotl fic) and the Lamb, they go on very normal adventures where nothing bad happens and the best part about being in a cult is Having Fun and Being Yourself !!

(this is not true. the horrors are endless)

GUNS !!!

Ford, are you aware your brother has 10 guns hidden around the shack?

Stanley: Shh, don't let Poindexter overhear ya! He's gonna kill me if he finds out-

Stanford: *Walking into the room, preoccupied with a demonic owl chick of some sort that's currently sleeping in his hair.* Ah, Stan, I see you're answering another ask from our blog. What's this one about?

Stanley: N-nothin'! *Switches to another internet tab quick.* Nothin' at all, don't worry about it, it's a question for me. Totally boring.

Stanford: Oh, really? *Raises brow.* Then why did the question start with 'Ford'? You know, my name?

Stanley: Uh...

*Stan glances around and starts to sweat bullets. How best to distract Ford? Then Stan grins. He knows just the trick.*

Stanley: Ya know... a more important question to ask, is... is the Patterson-Gimlin film legit?

Stanford: *A very intense, serious expression carves through his face. It's the face of a man with a strong opinion and just the right amount of ire to defend it, perhaps fueled by years of arguments over this very same exact question; a look akin to what someone on Twitter pulls right before they decide compassion and humanity is overrated, and being right is more important as they begin to rage-smash their keyboard.* Stan, I'm glad you asked. Because I think you're smart enough - and spent enough years as a conman - to know the difference between something real and something faked. The Patterson film is real, and I, Dr. Stanford Filbrick Pines, the world's greatest paranormal scientist and cryptozoologist, will die on this hill.

Stanley: Yes, exactly! *Stan looks relieved that the distraction worked.* Of course I agree. I mean, why wouldn't I? You tell 'em, Ford! Tell the world how legit the Patterson film is. Preferably in a different room than this one with your, uh... *Stan looks at the demonic owl chick sleeping in Ford's hair.* Whatever that is.

Stanford: *Smugly petting said demonic owl chick.* Hm, a better idea would be to utilize our ask blog to educate the populace on supernatural concepts such as this. I always wanted a platform to extend my knowledge to the world. I mean, teaching math to a whale was impressive enough, but imagine the paranormal knowledge I could spread with the power of the internet! *He chuckles.* Bill Nye and Neil DeGrasse Tyson better watch out, because a new popular scientist in media is in town. Stan, for the sake of knowledge, I'm going to need you to let me borrow our blog laptop for the afternoon.

Stanley: *Sweating bullets again.* W-what!? Not right now, Ford! You can have it later when I'm done with this one question. Just... gimme a little bit longer-

Stanford: Science cannot wait, Stanley. Hand it over.

Stanley: Alright, fine! Just lemme type somethin' quick and- h-hey!

Stanford: *Ford takes the laptop away from Stan and starts walking off with it.* Great, you already have the ask blog up. Time to...

*Ford sees the question about the ten guns in the Shack. He pauses.*

Stanley: Ford! Ford, I can explain... just let me... just hand the laptop back over and we can forget-

Stanford: *His voice cold.* Ten guns, Stan? Ten of them?

Stanley: It's... it's not what you think!

Stanford: Stan, you do know Dipper and Mabel live here in the summers, right? And you're telling me that you have ten guns around the Shack?

Stanley: Ford, just... *His expression turns defiant and mad.* Yeah, you know what? I've got ten guns! What of it!? Go ahead and judge me, Poindexter! You've always been good at that, haven't ya!?

Stanford: *Eyes narrowing.* Oh, I'm judging you, all right. Stan, I'm sorry, but I have no choice other than to host an emergency family meeting. We need to discuss this with Dipper and Mabel immediately. They must know about this. And then we can rectify this dangerous matter.

Stanley: Ford, really, it's fine, we don't need-

Stanford: *His voice ringing through the whole Shack.* Family meeting! Family meeting!

Three hours later...

*Stan, Ford, Dipper, Mabel are in the living room of the Shack at the dining table, where they usually host their family meetings. Stan looks more pissed than he has all day, Dipper looks nervous and confused, Mabel looks excited, and Ford is standing up by a chalkboard on wheels, multiple rules written on it, and he looks quite pleased.*

Stanford: Now, one final time, let's repeat the Pines family gun rules before this meeting comes to an end.

Stanley: Sweet Moses, Ford, isn't this overkill?

Mabel: Don't listen to Grunkle Stan! I am 1000% on board with all of these rules. *She pets the demonic owl chick that was sleeping in Ford's hair earlier and gives it a cheese flavored chip to eat.* Nice job, Grunkle Ford!

Dipper: I think Grunkle Stan has a point, though. Grunkle Ford, no offense, but-

Stanford: No buts! Now, repeat the rules, everyone!

Dipper, Mabel, and Stanley: *Stan and Dipper looking both annoyed, and Mabel looking very amused, they repeat the rules aloud in unison.*

Rule one, whenever a cryptid, government agent, evil being, or any kind of potential enemy of the Pines family comes to the door, carry a gun.

Rule two, everyone living in the Shack shall keep a gun or similar weapon by their bed at night in the case of a nighttime supernatural emergency.

Rule three, do not be afraid to brandish a gun whenever anyone asks too many questions about Stan's criminal past, Ford's research and/or interdimensional criminal past, or threatens to hurt Dipper or Mabel, either their feelings or physically.

Rule four, all members of the Pines family and their employees must be trained to use at least three different kinds of weapons.

Rule five, there must never be less than thirty guns hidden in the Shack at all times, preferably two per room and three per bedroom. Ten is not enough, no matter what Stan claims.

Rule six, when in doubt, Ford has the last say on anything related to weaponry and defense related matters in the Shack. Or else.

Stanford: Very good. Does anyone have any objections? Wait. *He chuckles deeply.* No, of course you don't, because these rules are forged from hard-earned lessons from the three decades I spent in the Multiverse, and they make perfect logical, ethical sense and are foolproof from accidents. Don't worry, I'll make sure all of these guns are kept in protective, cheap plastic cases.

Dipper: And here I thought living in the Shack every summer was crazy enough already. *He sighs and lets his head drop to the table.* Seriously, this is dumb.

Mabel: Grunkle Ford, why are you so badass and cool!? Grunkle Stan never let us use any guns last summer!

Stanley: Gee, I wonder why? *He sighs, then goes back to typing on Stan and Ford's shared laptop they use to answer blog questions.* Thanks, asker, for askin' about the ten guns I had around the Shack. I'll have you know that all of this is your fault.

Sooo cute !!!

reference sheet of my character dollie! 💜 

So cute !!!

With your sparkling AU how is miko like with two dads bulkhead and wheeljack world they spoil her and teach her to be a wrecker?

Oh boy. Here I go destroying my request order again for the sake of the plot. Sorry all yall who are waiting on answers, the sparkling au comes first.

Wreckers Stick Together

Bulkhead and Wheeljack were momentarily disappointed in the frame that the relic had gifted Miko, but they swiftly came to adore it due to how energetic it made her. However after the whole relic debacle and the numerous incidents the sparklings managed to get into, the wrecker duo were hesitant to act rashly.

They took their time slowly worming their way into Optimus's good graces again. And then once the Prime seemed satisfied with their behavior, they at last asked to be given the roles of secondary caretakers for Miko. Thankfully for them, Optimus did not hesitate to grant their wish and even blessed their chosen role. Although looking at the Prime made it pretty obvious that his main reason for giving them the role was because he was exhausted. Still, it didn't deter Bulkhead and Wheeljack.

Miko was their little wrecker when she was human, and she was still one of them now that she was Cybertronian. As such they went full on parental/fun uncle mode with her, taking all the time they had available to play with her and teach her. But as Miko had several more serious caretakers, the wrecker duo didn't feel all that bad when they deviated from teaching more mature topics and instead spoiled the little flier rotten.

Every excuse to give her things was taken. It became habit for Miko to always have good things happen every time she went to hang out with Wheeljack or Bulkhead. Sometimes it was just an energon goodie, other times it was a fun toy, and in odd instances she was even gifted weaponry and items that probably shouldn't be in the servos of a sparkling a vorn and a half old. Bulkhead objected to these particular gifts and took up a slightly more maternal role for Miko to contrast Wheeljack who went full paternal when it came to his little wrecker.

Their shared role of secondary caretaker created a fun dynamic between the trio when they were together. Wheeljack was the one to suggest absurd ideas and Bulkhead was the one to shoot the dangerous ones down and make the others safer for Miko to engage in. At one point Wheeljack tied Miko to a string and left her to hang from the rafters in an experiment designed to see if it would get her to stop jumping off things. Bulkhead did not object to the logic behind the plan, and wanting to help ease the burden on Optimus, just put some mattresses underneath Miko in case she fell. Miko loved being strung up for approximately half an hour before she grew irritated and started to scream. And so not wanting Optimus to know, the wrecker duo tried to get her down before anyone else would notice... only for Wheeljack to pull a cable, rendering him unable to climb up to the rafters to get Miko down.

It didn't take long for Miko's shrill screams, Bulkhead's frantic pacing as he tried to find a way to get her down, and Wheeljack's groans of pain to summon the team to their location. The very first thing that occurred in light of the rest of the team seeing Miko hung from the rafters like a piñata was for both Ratchet and Ultra Magnus to smack the wreckers responsible. Arcee then clambered into the rafters and got Miko down just in time for both Starscream (who had turned up randomly) and Optimus to berate Bulkhead and Wheeljack who looked like kicked puppies all throughout.

Starscream: You absolute IMBECILES! What in Primus's name made you think THIS *gestures to the string and a crying Miko* Was a good idea?!

Wheeljack: ...It was for science...

Starscream: iT wAs FoR sCiEncE!

Bulkhead: We are sorry, we didn't mean for her to get stuck.

Optimus: *soothing Miko* I am sure you had good intentions, but from now on you will have someone watch you while my sparkling is in your care until further notice.

Safe to say Bulkhead became even more of a nanny in response and Ultra Magnus may or may not have spent the next few weeks glaring at the duo whenever Miko was with them just because. But Ultra Magnus has never stopped a determined set of wreckers from doing anything. And so soon enough they got Miko into even more trouble.

In an effort to teach Miko what it means to be a wrecker, Wheeljack in his infinite brilliance thought it would be a grand idea to take her out on patrol with him and Bulkhead. The more maternal wrecker was unaware of the fact that his partner had Miko in his internal carrying compartment until halfway through patrol, when Wheeljack looked around and just popped Miko out like it was no big deal. Bulkhead's first response was to die a little inside and then panic. After all the slag the team had gone through constantly losing the sparklings to one threat or another only to get them back meant that the team would likely be going nuts back at base. But despite Bulkhead's best attempts to explain how this was a very very bad idea, Wheeljack carried on and began talking to and directing Miko as he would a new recruit.

Bulkhead tried to be a diplomat, but it took an additional hour for him to get a response from base. And by that point Wheeljack had already gone through several firing drills with Miko and had her begin some basic training exercises all while he preached wrecker values. Miko didn't perform all that well, but she put in effort and showed great enthusiasm for the activity, much to Wheeljack's delight. Bulkhead got in on it eventually while he waited for the team to response, prepping targets for Miko to shoot and mother henning the situation as a whole.

Wheeljack: *pointing toward a rock with a smiley face drawn on it* See bitlet, that's the bad guy you gotta kill.

Miko: *waving her blaster* Kill!

Bulkhead: Easy on the blaster! She's going to shoot her own optic out!

Wheeljack: Now what you want to do is aim for the helm and blast him to bits. You'll know you did good if he goes kaboom!

Bulkhead: Jackie, stop! She's only a vorn and a half old!

Miko: Kaboom!

Wheeljack: *proud as pit* That's right bitlet. Kaboom.

But as should be expected, the moment the team turned up, they were frantic. Optimus was nearly feral as he threw himself at the wreckers and snatched his sparkling away with a possessive snarl. Ratchet and Ultra Magnus immedietly beat both the wrecker's afts with wrenches and well placed hits to tender protofrom, leaving Bulkhead and Wheeljack twitching on the floor. They were dragged back to base and put in stasis cuffs as punishment for a day or so and then were denied sparklingsitting rights for nearly a month.

Of course this didn't stop Wheeljack from passing Miko candy underhandedly like contraband drugs or Bulkhead from giving her a good-recharge kiss quietly every night. And even once their ban wore off and they were denied rights to taking her anywhere, they still took time to play with her and teach her. Miko loved watching Wheeljack fight against pretend foes and she greatly enjoyed Bulkhead singing and dancing with her.

Miko was their little wrecker. And while neither may have been the best at handling sparklings, they loved her dearly and would gladly go to war in her defense.

Some (very late) crossover doodles!