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💀💜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 ! 💜🧡💀🎃

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

The collector is a baby.

What exactly is Albert's plan ? Why is there a picture of him and Monsieur M together ? Why does Albert seem to dislike M in it ? How are TWDAK and VTSOM lores linked ? What is the deep, thematic significance behind Albert's views on Vincent ? What exactly are the dream eaters ? Buckle up, this will be a multi - part analysis and we'll have to go in a sequence of steps.

Ok, recap of the basics first. Albert's dream therapy ability is basically some neuroscience - based technology that allows him to hijack people's brains for a while - that is how he is able to communicate with total strangers and influence his office environment, affect a monstrous appearance, give jumpscares and control his victims' fates in their dreams. It explains the bizarre, nightmarish feel of TWDAK.

Then what do the dream eaters do ? How are they made ? Let's go step - by - step into my explanation :

Albert very deliberately administers nightmares to his dream therapy candidates to select an 'army' for his grand plan to revive G2 district. Those who succumb to fear in the nightmare and blindly obey all his instructions perfectly as self - preservation essentially give up control of their fate. They let him decide their fate in their dream.

Now, dreams reflect a person's personality too - they are our memories and neural connections rehashed and mix - and - matched. Albert taps into a person's psychological wiring and instincts through the therapy.

Which means that the 'patients' who obey him out of pure fear are likely to be paranoid and passive when faced with unfamiliar dangers. Therefore, he can easily manipulate and control them using their fear. This could explain the dream eaters' lifeless, gloomy appearance and perpetual silence - it's like they're frozen in a constant state of fear. It's why they're perfect soldiers for his army- they won't rebel, and they are willing to 'eat' victims and follow orders to save their own selves.

You can't control a nightmare. Like any dream, it is formed by your random memories and instincts, random brain connections firing and combining. It's a situation where you're helpless to your psyche, to your subconscious. In Albert's therapy, it's a situation where you're helpless to HIM. How you react depends on your long - honed psyche, who you are deep down.

Think about your nightmares. To give my own example, I've had nightmares about being eaten alive by cannibals, being bombed, being unloved and alone, serial killers, my family and myself becoming evil and harming one another, etc. In some I remember fighting back. In others I was powerless and gave up.

Those like Taylor, who fight back despite being stuck in a horrifying situation they can't understand, show that they have a strong, hopeful outlook somewhere. They use logic as best as they can to do whatever they can. That's why they'll contribute to a G2 that has many pioneering, exceptional citizens.

Why do the dream eaters 'eat' victims ? Why are they 'hungry' ? Why do they need to 'eat' at all ? What happens to a victim who gets 'eaten' ? This is very meta - I think, since in the game everyone you get eaten Taylor urges you to try again and the game loops back, those who get 'eaten' get stuck in the nightmare. They're stuck until they either obey and become Albert's army members, or rebel and get spared. The purpose of dream eaters is to ensure the candidate can't escape till they prove their worth either way. That is Albert's plan for G2 - use the dream eaters to test people's worth, make them either useful to him as testers for other candidates, or leave the 'exceptional' ones be to hopefully improve G2.

What else do the dream eaters do besides acting as a test for candidates' worth ? Is it possible that Albert can do some Inception - style shit, influencing powerful people's decisions by implanting ideas into their psyche ? Is that how he plans to change G2 ?

Remember VTSOM ? Monsieur M's plan is to replace the 'inferior' human species with the much faster, smarter, stronger, modifiable cyborgs. That's his idea of improving life forms and the world. Whereas Albert's idea of improving G2 district is NOT by rejecting humanity but by finding and embracing its exceptional side. He taps into people's subconscious to find the brave, the fearless, those who can retain sense and logic under extreme stress. And that's why Albert dislikes M. M rejects humans totally, deriding them at many points in VTSOM. But Albert sees that humans can be pretty awesome, or atleast useful.

Now, the link between Albert and Vincent. Albert says that Vincent had great potential, but he saw him let it go to waste. Keep in mind the points above, and now remember - Vincent used to be someone who would rebel against society, accept loneliness because he wouldn't compromise on his principles and beliefs. He used to be brave. But then, he grew tired of loneliness. Which is all well and understandable to Albert, except that then Vincent, in his desire to belong and to be accepted at Myers, became a total slave to them. He committed atrocities he didn't want to commit, abandoned his principles and vision for change, because he was deathly scared of ending up alone and unsupported. He could've changed things, he had the aptitude and the attitude, but then he became just another brick in the wall of corporate selfishness. Another pawn for everything wrong with society. That's what Albert means when he says that Vincent wasted his potential. He gave into fear and lost himself. He had not a flight, not a fight, but a 'freeze' reaction to the threat of ostracision - blindly obey the very shady Monsieur M, hoping M would spare him because he licked his boots.

THIS IS MY ORIGINAL ANALYSIS / THEORY. DO NOT DARE TO COPY, REUPLOAD OR REPOST. REBLOGS ARE WELCOME.

Sleepover

Belcher and Pines Sleepover, poor Louise :(

That's must hurt

this scene had no business being this unnerving what the actual fUCK

They look amazing !!!

Look Adrien, at least I came up with a REASON why you weren’t in this episode!

Episode 35 Part 2

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hey did you guys know its the pines twins’ 23rd birthday today? I had no idea.

anyway, here’s a thing I’ve been working on for a while. This was originally supposed to be for the show’s 10th anniversary back in June, but I definitely didn’t anticipate how long it’d take and had to push it back to the end of August. It feels like an appropriate way to send off the summer :]

ps: as per gf tradition, there’s a hidden message along the first 10 pages

stay weird etc etc