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emry-stars-art · 4 months

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@neilimfinejosten said coffee shop au last month so you’ll never guess what I’ve been thinking about

A few thoughts under the cut!

Andrew works at a coffee shop in a college town, so far with all the foxes except Aaron, and Neil’s been far away on the run. I’ve been putting Robin in this one and I bet Seth hangs around the shop for Allison. Aaron will pick up a shift or two but mostly he’s focusing on school.

Anyway one day in a cold winter a new guy comes into the shop looking to warm up, and Andrew just happens to be working the register (rare). It’s hard to tell with the mask, but this guy doesn’t seem to be much older than him or the team, and Andrew can catch glances of bandages and band-aids under his clothes.

He becomes a regular through winter, but none of the baristas can decide on his name because he gives a different one every time he comes in.

#I couldn’t help the joke I had to make the gag about Andrew getting distracted and spilling coffee #which is much more likely to happen later on when Neil becomes Neil #but shh #got some more stuff I wanna draw #I won’t be writing this out though lol #at least not yet #this one remains sketches 🙏#and random thoughts #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #coffee shop au #digital #at least the first one is #thank you ash for bouncing ideas with meee

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bet-on-me-13 · 10 months

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Misunderstandings really really suck

Edit: Part 2 is Up

So heres the deal, it's a normal Vivisection AU where Danny had to run away to Gotham after his parents try to kill him, and let's say that he takes Ellie with him too.

They stay there for a few years and after a while they manage to establish a little life for themselves. Danny is running a small Shop that makes them enough money to live comfortably in the apartment right above his Shop, meanwhile Ellie is going to Gotham Metro Academy on a scholarship because she is really smart and they managed to fake some school records for her when they were making themselves new Identities.

(Side Note: Danny is now 26, while Ellie hasn't started aging yet and still looks 12, but she will begin to soon since she just hit her 12th birthday)

Danny also runs a small Ghost Shop out of his store, just selling small bits of Distilled Ectoplasm or Ecto-Infused Treats to the local Ghosts in return for small favors or help around the shop.

But here's the thing. Ellie is still an unstable Clone, even if they did managed to find a reliable treatment in the form of Ecto-Dejecto. But Danny's parents were the only ones who knew how to make that stuff, and the Ecto-Dejecto they stole all those years ago is beginning to run out.

Danny begins to work tirelessly trying to replicate it, diving full on into his Mad Scientist side to try and find a way to make more ED for Ellie. He manages to make some prototypes, but he is nowhere near confident that they are good enough.

He decides to call in some favors from the local Ghosts. He calls the ones he is confident will survive this and asks them to try out his Ecto Dejecto to see if it will work for Ellie, but he does warn them that there will probably be unexpected side effects that they will probably not like.

The Ghosts agree to do it, because in the years that the Fenton's have lived there they have grown extremely attached to Ellie. She is like a little sister or daughter for many of them, they would throw away their afterlives if it meant helping her.

For most of the samples, the ED doesn't work at all. Some of them work for a single moment before cutting out, others don't do anything, and some have crazy effects that affect them for a little while before disappearing abruptly. One guy turned into a Dog, not the worst outcome but not the intended one. Another began to glow brightly and couldn't turn it off, that one lasted for an hour.

They keep testing them, out in the nearby Alley since they don't want to destroy the house or Danny's makeshift Lab, for a few weeks.

They problem comes when they are spotted one night by Red Hood.

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Jason was crossing the Rooftops while on Patrol. He was going a little farther than his normal patrol range, since he had the time and he wanted to make sure there was no trouble in the nearby areas either.

As he was about to hop from one rooftop to another, he got a weird feeling. It was strange, he didn't feel anything on his skin, he didn't smell anything, he didn't even hear anything, but he somehow knew that there was something strange happening in the nearby Alley. It was like he could sense it.

Peeking over the edge of the rooftop, he saw a group of about 10 people. It was a bunch of strange looking people with green-ish skin, and one normal looking person. The normal looking one was wearing a lab coat, and seemed to be about 25 yrs old. Jason felt like there was something off about that guy, but he couldn't place exactly what. He was holding a box of something in his hand, and talking to the group.

"Ok guys, I'm really confident this time!" He said, "I think one of these may be the one!"

The man placed the box on a nearby Dumpster and opened it up, taking out a strange glowing green Vial. He handed it to one of the Greenish people and watched as they injected themselves with it.

Jason watched as they began to glow slightly before their arms suddenly grew to be longer than they were tall. The Man in the Lab Coat sighed in discontent, before saying "Ok, not that one. But we still have a few to try out!"

Jason watched as one by one the people below injected themselves with the green Liquid, each of them having some strange phenomenon happen to them before moving on to the next. The strange thing was that none of them seemed to be concerned with the changes, just commenting on it felt before moving on.

Finally, they got to the last person in line. As they injected themselves, Jason felt a sense of Anticipation well up in his gut. He didn't know why, but he felt like this was going to he important.

He was proven right as the Man who had injected himself began to glow brightly. Jason was overwhelmed with the sense of Pure Power coming from him. It was intense, he didn't know how, but he could actually feel the man begin to grow stronger and stronger. The feeling was nearly suffocating, but he managed to regain his senses long enough to hear Lab Coat laugh maniacally. He looked over to see that the entire group was enthusiastically high-fiving and fist-bumping eachother, all cheering at the success.

"Hahaha! Yes! Finally!" Labcoat Cheered, "It's done! Once I make some more, we'll be able to-"

The overwhelming power suddenly cut out. It was so abrupt that even the people below didn't speak for some time. They all just stood on slight shock before Labcoat spoke up, "Ok...ok this is fine. All I need to do is take that formula and find a way to make the effect Permanent. After that we're all set." He said, a thoughtful expression on his face, "I think we'll be good to go within a Week!"

The group of people muttered in agreement, and Labcoat thanked them all for a bit before they all began to walk away. It seemed like the meeting was over.

Jason took a moment to collect himself, before deciding to follow some of the group so he could question them. Unfortunately, everybody he followed disappeared into thin air after a short time.

It occurred to him that he hadn't tried to intervene at all. Usually he would have jumped down and beaten them all black and blue for testing drugs right in front of him, but he didn't this time. Why? He also realized that he should have followed the Lab Coat guy first, not waited until it was his last option. Why did he not go after that guy instantly? Why did he hesitate? Was it something to do with that Ominous Feeling that led him to the meeting in the first place? There was just something about the guy that made Jason feel inexplicably sacred of him.

Either way, he needed to tell the others.

Because from what he had seen, a Mad Scientist had been working with a group of Metahumans to create a Super Soldier Drug right there in Gotham, and they needed to stop them.

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quackkaz · 1 month

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Orange Side : Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Logan : No.

Patton : Nope!

Virgil : Absolutely not.

Thomas : *laughing*

Virgil : I hope it sucks, whatever you’re going through.

Thomas : *laughing* I hope it sucks!?

Roman : I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Thomas : *laughing loudly*

Remus : I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Thomas : *laughing hysterically*

Janus : I can’t wait to go to your funeral knowing that I could’ve changed that outcome.

Thomas : *laughing even more hysterically, almost choking*

Orange Side : >:((

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mxmarsbars · 16 days

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sigh guess who made another clock duo au …

basic premise is impulse is a demon living in the woods and bdubs is a poor human living in a kingdom and he loves nature and goes to the forest to escape the stress of yknow poverty. and that’s how they meet and they both kinda freak out at first but then they’re like it’s chill and start hanging out whenever bdubs stops by and they get closer (interpret that as you will)

but eventually the kingdom finds out a demon is living nearby and they DON’T like that and so they put a bounty on impulse’s head and bdubs being the poor dude he is is like “hm wait that doesn’t sound too shabby throw in a gold clock and it’s a deal (definitely no inspo from third life /sar)” and then he’s tasked to kill impulse to save the kingdom or whatever

I don’t know if bdubs is actually gonna kill him or just pretend he did because he still cares even though he’s flakey as hell but regardless it breaks both impulse’s heart and his trust in him and boom. sad ending. whoops!! ^_^

sorry if this is cringe >_< it’s still a huge wip with lots of world building to do and idk if I’m gonna include other characters or just make random people up but I’d prefer doing the former so we’ll just have to see :P

#au #alternate universe #idk if I should or should not tag that #but I’m going to #since I don’t have a name yet #clock duo #clock duo fanart #impulsesv #impulsesv fanart #bdoubleo100 #bdouble100 fanart #it takes a decent bit of inspo from third life but I’m not gonna tag it #ugh this is hard #impdubs #for tagging purposes #it’s not inherently shippy #at least not yet #trafficblr

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fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks · 8 months

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Honestly, though, one of the things I find bizarrely relatable about Stede can be explained just by that scene where he gets stabbed and just nicely asks, "Did you mean to do that?" Like yes, honey. Yes, he did.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd season 1 #stede bonnet #i love stede as a character #but if there is one thing about him that annoys me #its the fact that he really should be dead by now with all the shit like this he does #and im like #yup #that's me #alive through impossible odds #and in Stede's case #a badasss murderer dude and a hardworking crew not wanting him dead #at least not yet #there's always tomorrow

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kiwinatorwaffles · 3 months

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quiz time! am i starting to feel strange because of possible whiplash from a minor car accident this morning, or is it because i stayed up until 2 making a shitpost last night? truly an artist's struggle

#THIS POST IS A JOKE I DONT FEEL THE WHIPLASH SYMPTOMS #at least not yet #kiwi’s calls

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chronicbeans · 2 months

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Okay y'all , since I mentioned Baxter, I have a little idea (not calling this a headcanon, specifically because he hasn't had a big appearance in the show, yet. I'll decide if I headcanon or trash this based on his later appearances). Of course, this is all assuming that Viv intentionally made his appearance based on a female anglerfish, and didn't just not know what a male looked like or decided to do so because female anglers are more identifiable.

So I have two main ideas: Baxter might be trans, but only realized it after dying, or Baxter is trans, but in denial about it. Then a small third is based on the idea that their forms take more after things they hate.

So the first idea: Viv said that the appearance of sinners is based on their life, I think. So if that's true, I wouldn't really expect there to be a very identifiable sign that he was AFAB if he lived the end of his life as masculine. Like, maybe the lure would be more hidden, or would only appear in his demonic form or when using magic, but I'd expect him to be able to hide it in some way. HOWEVER, if he only realized he was trans after dying, he'd probably take on a more feminine form in Hell, as his life wouldn't have been impacted by it. So, his lure would be harder, or maybe too uncomfortable to hide, due to it being linked to the fact that he lived his entire life identifying as female.

Idea two: He's actually transfem, AMAB, but in denial. His lure is there because he knew he was trans feminine, be it identifying as a transgender woman, or somewhere on the more feminine side of the trans spectrum, but he's in denial of it. So, in Hell, it's lingering over him the entire time, reminding him that he isn't a cis man, but he's trying to ignore it.

Mini third option: Regardless of whether he's trans feminine, trans masculine, or enby, that lure is there because he doesn't like the fact he's trans. It is a big part of who he is, but it caused problems during life, so he feels uncomfortable about it.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel baxter #hazbin baxter #baxter hazbin hotel #random idea #not a headcanon #at least not yet #I need to learn more #I keep seeing him headcannoned as trans masc #i like that idea #but also #What if he's trans fem but closeted #And in denial #I like that too #trans headcanon

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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The Trials of Tributes

Description: Your father must pay tribute to the new king, and instead of gold, he offers you to Aemond.

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You remembered your life before, running barefoot through the gardens, dancing with your sisters, skirts flaring out as you spun, laughter rising and echoing off the marble ceilings. Everything was different back then, awash in golden light and soft music. Your memories have a hazy glow, a warm feeling that you cling to as the carriage rocks and shifts.

You try to imagine the smell of your eldest sister’s baking, praying it would ward away the smell of unwashed flesh and smoke. King’s Landing was horrid, a pit of mourning, shambling, and listless pensioners, all hoping their mighty king would turn his piercing violet eye upon them and toss scatterings of mercy their way.

No matter how your father tried to reassure you that all cities looked this way after war, you refused to believe him. There was a stench of death that seeped from every pore of this wretched city, and you feared what you would find at its very heart.

Truly you didn’t remember arriving at the Red Keep, your hood pulled forward shielding your face from the curious looks of the remaining nobles. You moved as if in a trance, unsure if this was real or a ghoulish nightmare you would soon awake from. You prayed for the latter even as your father pushed you to your knees in front of the Iron Throne, the chill of the stone floor cutting through the thin silk of your dress and digging into your knees.

But the chill of the floor was nothing compared to the ice that lay in the one remaining eye of King Aemond. He sat upon the Iron Throne in well-made armor, the color of the darkest night, the sword of the late Prince Daemon propped against the side of the throne with an almost intentionally carelessness. As if the Valyrian blade was not even a concern of the king’s.

You kept your eyes low as you’d been taught as your father spoke those vile words he’d been practicing the entire journey here.

“Mighty King Aemond, in slaying the wicked Princess Rhaenyra and her traitorous followers, you have freed my house from the grasp of the Rouge Prince.” Your father stepped beside you, his hand hovering over the crown of your head. “In return, I wish to gift you a truly precious tribute.” He pulled back your hood and bade you to lift your head.

You did as he silently ordered, burying your hands in your skirts to hide their shaking. You heard the king shift and dared to sneak a glance. He was striking, otherworldly, if you had meet under different circumstances you might have found him handsome. But now as he sat on the throne, legs spread, the conquerors crown atop his head, his eye observing your father, no warmth or life within it, you only found him terrifying.

His gaze fell to you, and yours dropped to the floor. He let out a low hum and stood, before he crouched before you and tilted your chin up with one finger, forcing you to look at him. “And why is she truly precious?” He asked, using his index finger and thumb to turn your head side to side, surveying you as one would a trinket in the market.

Your father pulled off the rest of your cloak to expose your scantily covered body to the king. You’d been in your nightgown, awoken in a rush and not allowed to change. Your father had ordered a guard to pack your clothing, and the man grabbed the nearest articles—more nightgowns. So, you kneeled before the king in a light silk gown, arms bare, neckline shamefully low, and every shift of your weight exposed the slits that ran up the sides of your skirt, revealing the smooth skin of your thighs.

You didn’t believe your father was aware that this particular gown was chosen by your sisters for your wedding night, but it mattered not now.

“She is my daughter, y/n, from the most beautiful of my wives, the Seven protect her soul. I have kept her from the taint of men, she is untouched, uncorrupted, and now yours.” Your father said, taking a step back, ignoring the fearful whimper that escaped your lips.

King Aemond’s fingers left your chin, and brushed down the side of your neck, in a slow and smooth movement, as if he wished to keep you from startling. “That would be intriguing, if I believed it to be true.” He moved to stand, and your hand shot out, gripping his forearm.

You remembered your father’s words. If the king did not believe that you were pure as you truly were, and you were sent away, then your sisters would be married off to the highest bidders. “Please, my king, my father speaks the truth. I am a maiden pure, saved for my future husband or well…”

King Aemond pried your hand from his arm, but did not cast it aside, he held it within his, that ever watchful violet eye roaming your face. “Well?”

You couldn’t look at him, intimidation rolled off him in waves, and your eyes refused to obey you. “Or well, it is for you now, my king.”

His grip tightened on your hand for a moment, then he dropped it. “I will accept this tribute but be warned y/f/n I will not accept flesh for gold again.”

He settled back on his throne, and beckoned you forward.

You cast a look back at your father, who squeezed your hand then retreated, leaving you alone before the king.

“Did I not summon you?” King Aemond said, his voice low and cold.

You scurried up the steps and stood before him.

He reached out and hooked one arm around you, pulling you into his lap.

You let out a squeak of surprise. “My king?”

He adjusted your weight then rested his arm across your legs which were propped up on the throne’s arm rest. “I keep the tributes near me until the court session is finished, surely you noticed the piles of treasure around you.”

You glanced around and realized he was right. Chests of gold and gems, rich fabrics, and priceless pieces of art were scattered around the throne. “My apologies.” You whispered, praying you hadn’t gotten yourself killed so soon.

He just hummed in acknowledgment and continued accepting tributes, his grip on your leg tightening, when a nobleman’s eyes linger on you for too long.

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kiora06 · 9 months

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My octo OC is something that's growing everyday whenever a spontaneous idea pops up so I dunno her 100% yet but with that said, I am not 100% sure if "aromantic" (I WROTE IT RIGHT) is the term I wan to describe No.6, but I feel like this post summarizes pretty well what I'm going for.

#Shes a growing character so I dont want to set anything in stone #At least not yet #I can be very indecisive lul #One thing I WILL confirm #She loves her Apple Sauce Yogurts Puddings Etc

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storybook-tiles · 7 months

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the ghost messing with your lights could be flirting with you. something to consider Michael.

#he is most definitely not flirting #byler #miwip wednesday #at least not YET #the future’s unwritten (the past is a corridor)

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mithriel-of-mithlond · 11 months

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the hold she has on me

(she being eurovision 2023)

#coping mechanism #i cant escape it but honestly?#i dont want to #at least not yet #it keeps me going #käärijä #eurovision #esc 2023

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t3acupz · 13 days

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Hannibal started grooming Randall when he was 16 and i just can’t help but think of all the implications of that

#i shan’t say #i shan’t elaborate #at least not yet #randall tier #hannibal

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deathsbestgirl · 4 months

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well now i'm thinking about tfwid + the cancer arc (inspired by op's tags in this post)

like. scully didn't believe what mulder was saying, but the emotion behind it did impact her. a lot. and she believes in mulder so she went looking to see if she could prove anything he said, and she found some of the names he talked about.

scully says in one of the christmas carol flashbacks that she doesn't believe in fate. she believes people make their own path. and she basically tells mulder the same thing. "would it have changed some of the ways we looked at each other?" "i wouldn't change a day."

scully doesn't believe in fate. i think she feels as melissa did. it's a nice idea, to find your person in every life and be with them in whatever capacity. it doesn't change how she feels though. she would have made the same choices regardless. because they were choices. it's something she reiterates to him in all things and the truth. what she would have missed.

and mulder...i don't think he likes the idea of fate either. because then they can't really change anything, what happens is completely out of their control.

so when scully tells him about her cancer, he can't accept that she's going to die. he doesn't want to watch her die (again). mulder is determined to save her, break the cycle of watching his best friend, his most important person, die. so when scully tells him she's going to live, that smile on his face is relief & hope & love. neither of them are in it alone. he believes in her, and she believes in him, and in that moment it's enough.

and until gethsemane & reduxes, he's safe in his delusion. (or maybe elegy, which is how we get to demons.) when her cancer has metastasized, he starts to lose up. he smiles at her in her hospital room, as she looks at him with pain & regret. he doesn't want to let her see his pain & worry, but she already knows. when he goes to her side as she's sleeping, he completely breaks down. he doesn't think he can save her, he's doing everything he can. to expose the men who did this to her, from inside the fbi. praying for a miracle cure. because she's the one person who deserves it, because there's no life without her. in fight the future he tells her he can't do it without her, he knew this already during her cancer.

and when none of the treatments are working, and they're discussing the options left...mulder finally has the microchip that could save her. scully decides to try it (and continue treatment?)

for now, mulder is safe. he doesn't have to watch his best friend die in this life.

#at least not yet #the field where i died #mulder and scully #dana scully #fox mulder #the x files #cancer arc

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quins-makeshift-menagerie · 3 months

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Do you do commissions?

I wish to get back into them but I just haven’t been in a well enough state mentally to take on that responsibility

I appreciate the interest though

#fucking suuuuuucks #guess that’s what you get when you go off your meds #I don’t really feel comfortable explaining why I stopped taking my medication #At least not yet #apologies #anonymous #ask

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dark-visitors · 9 months

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A reenactment of a conversation I just had with the voices in my head

Me: I have an idea for a Wyler historical AU but although I don’t have anything against Enid’s other ships I don’t ship her with anyone other than Tyler and Wednesday. Should I leave her out or should I just make her single?

Evil me: Kill her.

Me: …what? No!

Evil me: Have her be the victim of a gruesome unsolved murder that haunts Wednesday for the rest of her days.

Me: I’m not doing that.

Evil me: She has a young child.

Me: Stop it.

Evil me: She was a single mother, disowned by her family when she became pregnant out of wedlock, and now she’s dead and Wednesday’s left with a little girl who’s the very image of her late best friend. She has no idea how to raise a child by herself but it’s Enid’s so she has to try.

Me: You’re a monster.

Evil me: Yes but found family fluff between Wednesday, Tyler and the daughter of their beloved childhood friend.

Me: …*sigh* I’ll start drafting.

#will I ever finish writing it???#who knows #that’s for the goblins inside my brain to decide #this is no offence to Ajax or their shippers #I love him but that ship has never really called to me #at least not yet #wyler #wednesday #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #dark-visitors

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