Look! It’s a book cover I made for a new Fanfiction.

“Mom and Dad don’t love me. They never have and I feel so cold and alone. Somebody save me from this hell I’m living in.” #angst #originalcharacter #ocangst #angstart #glitcheffect #procreate #digitalart #mhaoc #myherooc #bnhaoc #bnha #bnhaart https://www.instagram.com/p/CSTyNAQrWX6/?utm_medium=tumblr

Woke Up - Adventure Time

BNHA Fanfiction Rewrite

So I’m in the middle of writing a BNHA oneshot with my OC, Jiro, and Kaminari and I was listening to Woke Up from the new Adventure Time special and decided to rewrite the lyrics to fit my story! So I wanted to show you guys what I came up with and I hope you like it.

Usama

Don’t you see?

You’re exactly what I don’t want to be.

You’re a walking, talking fucking tragedy.

Can’t believe,

That I almost thought we were meant to be.

Can’t believe, 

That I almost thought you cared about me.

Usama/Jiro

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I’m sick of living under your thumb.

I don’t really care about your stupid fucking promises.

Jiro

I should say,

That you’re kind of a dictator in a way.

You’re to blame.

You’re a constant source of misery and pain.

What a shame,

That you’re so stupid, I know you won’t change.

No, I don’t believe you cared about me.

Usama/Jiro

(Cause you left us drowning)

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I’m sick of living under your thumb.

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I don’t really care about your stupid fucking promises.

Jiro

I don’t really care about your stupid fucking promises.

You think you’re so clever.

Why you scared of looking so dumb?

I don’t really think you’re fit to rule my broken heart.

We were getting closer.

You should know that I am so done.

Usama

I don’t really care about you.

No, I don’t really care about, I don’t really care about you.

You, you,

You’re self-obsessed and all the rest.

And Denki I’m so over it.

Usama/Jiro

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I’m sick of living under your thumb.

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I don’t really care about your stupid fucking promises.

Usama/Jiro

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I’m sick of living under your thumb.

I’m so glad that I woke up.

I don’t really care about your stupid fucking promises.

Big Kaminari Drawing WIP

So this is my first time drawing something that takes up the picture. I am working on this which I’ll probably finish tomorrow since it’s getting late. But the first picture is the reference I’m going by and the inked paper is mine. My drawing looks different from the picture, but it’s still good if I say so myself.

edit - i accidentally put this on the wrong blog, so if you see this on eddiekaspbrakboi’s art blog, that’s another one of my blogs.

Hey! You just caught a pokemon! What could it be??

Everyone who reblogs this will get a random pokemon based off their blog and url! I’ll also provide a detailed analysis of why you and the pokemon go together.

I redrew Cortni Hopkins for the purposes of my new Danny Phantom fanfiction on Quotev called Roses Are Red

Be More Chill AKA BMC

I am now in love with this musical called Be More Chill. It is absolutely the best. I love all of the songs and downloaded the whole soundtrack to my phone. I haven't stopped listening to it. If you haven't listened to it yet, I really recommend it. The characters are well developed and the songs are extremely catchy. I'm sure by the time you're finished with the whole musical, you'll love it too!

“Internet friendship is not real”

Reblog if you have made amazing friends on the internet

Total Drama Island Imagine || Duncan x Female Reader

You sat at the edge of the dock, your legs hanging off the side of it while you looked at the open water ahead. The cool summer winds blew your hair back behind you while you closed your eyes. Taking deep, slow breaths.

     Since recently getting to compete on Total Drama, you felt as if something were missing. Would you really win the one hundred thousand dollars? Or be one of the firsts to go home? You had already made so many enemies with people like Courtney and Bridgette. And you didn’t seem to fit in.

     Maybe joining a reality TV show wasn’t all that it was made out to be. You thought this would be a great experience, but it was far from great. Not only did people not like you, it also seemed as though your host was out to do anything in his power to try and torture you.

     You wanted to get off of this island as soon as possible.

     "Is this seat taken?“ A male voice asked. You opened up your (E/C) eyes and turned to see Duncan who was taking a seat beside you.

     "I never answered your question and you’re still sitting by me.” You said in an annoyed tone, only getting a chuckle as a response.

     "Does it really look like I care?’ Duncan asked with a slightly raised brow.

     "Uh. No, I guess not.“ You said with a sigh before looking ahead again. What was Duncan doing here anyway? You always thought he hated you, but that was far from the truth. Or else he wouldn’t be sitting here, talking to you.

     "What’s with you, sweetheart?” Duncan asked you. Your cheeks turned bright red at the sudden nickname. Why would he call you that when he barely even knew that.

     "I’m not sure what you mean by that. Everything is perfectly fine.“ But that was a lie. Everything was totally not fine. Nothing seemed right when you got to the island.

     "Really? Because the first time I saw you, you looked extremely excited. And now you turned into this sad Debby Downer.” Duncan explained.

     He was right.

     "Fine. I hate to say it, but I guess you’re right. I thought that being on reality TV would be fun and exciting. But then I realized that being here was a mistake and I don’t want to be here.“ You heaved a small sigh.

    "Is this about Courtney? I wouldn’t listen to her. That girl acts like she has a stick up her ass. With her whole I should be the counciler in training because I’m smart and have all the experience bullshit. Courtney is one of the nastiest girls that I have ever met.”

     Duncan was being so nice to you. You always thought he was this big tough guy from juvie who would kill you in a second if you fucked with him. That was the type of vibe he put off. And honestly, that made you intimidated by him.

     "Why are you here? Why are you talking to me? I’m probably the most least likely person that you would want to talk to. You’re just wasting your time listening to my problem.“ You said with a frown. You turned your attention towards the water. The only good thing that seemed to come out of this was how beautiful the island was. The water was clean, the sun was always shining.

     "I’m talking to you because you’re interesting. You’re not like most girls here. Not only that, you’re probably the hottest girl on this island.” Duncan responded with a small chuckle. Your cheeks were as red as a strawberry. You’ve barely talked to this guy and he was already flirting with her.

     "Uh, thanks?“ You were a little unsure of yourself.

     "I don’t do this often and since we’re both competing for a large sum of money. But I want to be friends.” Duncan said bluntly.

     "You mean for like an alliance?“ You asked, slightly confused.

     "No, not like that. I want to be real friends. Needless to say, I don’t have very many. Being a juvenile delinquent doesn’t do me much justice. People look at me and the first thing they see is this scary sixteen year old who will hurt or will try to hurt you. But I’m not really that bad of a guy. If you tell anybody about this, I might just have to kill you.” Duncan joked. Or at least you thought he was. 

     "Is that a joke or were you being serious?“

     "I don’t know. What do you think it was?” Duncan asked with a small grin.

     "I’m going take that as a joke.“ You said with  faint laugh. You looked ahead as the sun was setting. A mixture of pinks, purples, and oranges filled the sky. Like a canvas that was painted with beautiful colors.

     "Thanks, Duncan. I really appreciate you talking to me. You actually just might of given me a reason to make me want to stay on this crummy island. I think I’m going to go. I’m gonna go spend some time alone in my cabin.” You leaned in and kissed Duncan on the cheek before getting up.

     "See you later, sweetheart.“ Duncan called you again. Your cheeks heated up once more. You gave Duncan a small wave before making your way towards your cabin.

     Yeah, see you later.

Dark Secrets || Danny Phantom Imagine

Disclaimer: I do not own the artwork posted on this imagine. I take no credit. 

Promt: Danny Fenton is suicidal and just wants the pain to go away. But how will he do it?

Warninng: This oneshot talks about suicide, suicidal thoughts, and self harm. You have been warned. 

Danny sat in his room with the door locked. He had always kept it locked these days. He kept it locked so his parents or his sister Jazz wouldn't walk in, he secluded himself from his family and friends. It made him a little happy. Danny clenched his eyes shut as the tears spilled out of his eyes. They ran down his cheeks and he could taste the salty tears in hs mouth. Danny screamed silently. He cried like this often. Nothing was ever right for Danny. He just felt like crying. Ever since Danny's accident, he felt a little less human. He was given this responsibility to save everyone. He was supposed to protect, but he couldn't tell anybody. And everybody was against him. His parents didn't even like him. He was afraid that they would hate him and try to hurt him. So he kept the secret between him, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. Danny glanced at the drawer that was connected to his bedside table. He debated on whether or not to grab the blade that he kept hidden away. He got up from his bed and croched down next to the table. Danny pulled out the drawer and began to look through it. The shiny, sharp metal piece stuck out like a sore thumb. He grabbed the blade and sat back down on his bed. He stared at it blankly. 'Is it really worth it?' Danny asked himself. It wasn't worth it, but at the end of the day he would still cut himself. That was why he wore long sleeves. It was so nobody could see his scars and question him. But nobody really cared about how he felt.  So what was the point in showing it anyways? There is was point. Danny pulled up his sleeve and pressed the blade to his skin. Pushing it down and gliding it across his skin. Blood began to gush out of the deep cut. Danny clenched his eyes shut again as he winced in pain. He did it again, tears trailing down his cheeks once more. The blood dripped off of the blade as he lifted it up. He set it back down and just sobbed. Tomorrow was another day of school and he didn't want to go back. He didn't want to be the laughing stock of the school. There was no doubt that he would get beat up by Dash. But he was used to it by now. He just let it happen, he didn't move. Didn't defend himself. He didn't. Do. ANYTHING. Danny got up to go turn the lights off. He knew that dinner would be soon, but he didn't want to eat. He didn't feel like doing anything anymore. There was a time when he was happy. He never cared that Paulina didn't like him, but he was still in love with her. And he didn't care if Dash beat him up, he just hated that he was chosen as a target. But now that he was 16 years old. Everything changed for him. He fell hard into depression. He started shutting down, he started breaking. It was like he was hanging on by a thread and that he would give in and attempt a suicide. He would be on the news and people would know the pain that they caused him. Maybe the world would be a lot happier if he was gone. But then he thought that it wasn't worth it. That people needed his help even if they didn't know it.         Then he started the vicious cycle all over again.       'Everybody hates me.'     'Everyone would just be better off without me.' 'I am not a hero.' 'I am worthless.'   These were the things that he told himself. He always told himself that he wasn't important. That nobody would love him. But he still hung onto the tiny piece of hope that he had left. But there was no hope. He would die soon. But not because of anybody in particular. He would break and then he would do it. He would kill himself and then rot in hell. Because after all people who kill themselves don't get into heaven.     Danny could hear footsteps. It was either his sister or his parents. It was probably his sister. "Danny. Dinner's ready." Jazz spoke through the door. "I'm not hungry." Danny replied. Jazz sighed. "Danny, you have to eat something. Mom and dad want you out here. We're a family." Her voice broke. She was about to cry. But Danny didn't care. He cried more than she did. So why should he feel guilty? "I want you to go away. Just leave me alone." Danny responded bitterly. Jazz's tears began to run down her face. "Fine, come out when you want to." Jazz wiped her eyes before walking downstairs. Danny laid in the darkness while the moon shone in his window. He closed his eyes as his arms were hugging his knees while he laid on his side. His chin resting on his knees as he cried. His blanket covering his body. He would end up crying himself to sleep. Like he did every single night. 

But this night was different. He couldn't get the thought of suicide out of his head. He kept imaging ways to kill himself. He imagined hanging himself. He thought about cutting his wrist so he would bleed out. He imagined flying up high in the air before falling down, not doing anything to stop himself. He imagined overdosing on pills. Pills would be the most painless way of suicide. He didn't want to feel anymore pain.

Once midnight came, everybody was asleep except Danny. He snuck into the bathroom and closed the door. He looked in the bathroom for the bottle of pills that his mother would always take. The bottle was out in the open. He hesitated at first. He thought for a second. Was it really worth it? Yes it was worth it. It was better than being here. It was better than everything else. Danny grabbed the bottle and opened up the child proof cap before dumping a handful of pills in his hand before putting them in his mouth before taking a drink of water from the facet. 

Danny walked back into his room and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes and just sat there, letting himself die.

There was no more Danny Fenton

There was no more Danny Phantom...

It was the end for him.

Danny Phantom OC Drawing || Cortni Hopkins This is an attempt to try to draw my OC. It looks like crap, I know.

Heartbroken || Danny Phantom

Promt: You’ve been cheated and mistreated by your ex boyfriend Dash Baxter and Danny tries to cheer you up.

Request: None, just for fun!

You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear while you sat on a park bench in Amity Park’s own park. You stared up to look at the blue sky while the clouds rolled by.

Why were you out here for, you didn’t know. Maybe it was to get your mind off your dickhead of an ex boyfriend. 

Dash Baxter.

Hearing his name made you want to weep, but you refused to give him that kind of satisfaction. Maybe if you listened to Danny then you wouldn’t be in this mess.

Danny and you had been friends since third grade and you two practically told each other everything. Well you used to that is. 

Once high school started, you both went your separate ways. Danny made friends with Sam Manson and Tucker Foley and you became popular. 

Making friends with Paulina Sanchez and her “partner in crime,“ Star. You didn’t enjoy being friends with them. They were always focused on picking on Danny and you sat on the sidelines while watching your best friend edure the torture that these two gave him. And it broke your heart.

A few weeks after being friends with them, Dash asked you out. You were so naive to fall for his “charm.” It turned out that he was a prick, a fuckboy, a love abuser. 

He was good to you for a few weeks and then you started to notice that he was always making up excuses and sneaking around, but you were never able to catch him.

One day he talked to you over text.

’(Y/N), we need to talk.’

‘Are you finally going to explain to me why you’ve been lying to me? I want answers, Dash!’

‘I’m breaking up with you. I realized that I don’t love you anymore. And we should see other people.’

You were so pissed. How could he do this to you? 

'Who did you cheat on me with, Baxter?’

'Paulina.“ That’s when your heart shattered. He cheated on you with your BEST friend. That’s when you realized that none of your friends actually cared about you and it made you sad. After the conversation was over, you started to cry. You cried like you never cried before. He made you cry so much that there weren’t able to cry anymore.

So here you were. Outside on a bench, trying to forget about your heartbreak. But you still couldn’t forget about it. It was the fist and only thing on your mind. Why were you so hung up on him? It wasn’t fair that you had to suffer just because of what HE did.

"Is this spot taken?” You heard the all too familiar voice of Danny Fenton. You turned to face him.

“No, but you can sit with me if you want.” You said softly, heaving a small sigh. 

Danny took a seat next to you.

“I heard about what happened. With Dash. He’s an ass and he never deserved you. He only cares about himself.” Danny said with a frown. He seemed angry, like angry. But you didn’t exactly know why.

“I know Dash is a dick, but I didn’t expect him to cheat on me. I’m such an idiot.” You rested your head on his shoulder. Danny’s face instantly turned red.

“You’re not an idiot, (Y/N). Dash is the idiot. He just doesn’t know how great you actually are. I hope you realize that.” You bit your lip.

“Why are you here?”

“To comfort you.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you and we’re best friends. That’s what friends do. They comfort each other when they need it.” Danny said with a small chuckle. 

“But…” You began. You were so confused. He was still comforting you, even when you sat there and let every one of your friends and boyfriend bully him nonstop. He was still there for you.

Danny grabbed both of your hands, his icy blue eyes staring into your (E/C) ones. That was one of the many things you loved about him. His eyes made your body weak. When he looked at you with those eyes, you couldn’t look away.

“I’m serious, (Y/N).” Danny leaned in and kissed your cheek. The temperature rose in your face. He kissed you. And to be honest, you wanted to kiss back. But you weren’t looking for another relationship after things with you and Dash.

“Danny. I have to go.” You pulled your hands away and stood up.

“(Y/N), wait!" 

"I just can’t do this right now. Of course I like you, but I’m not ready. If I stay then something will happen. And I don’t want that. I’m sorry.” You turned your head and began to walk away.

'I love you…“