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Sari Sumdac's Age Chart & Sumdac/Vakarian/Shepard (2024)
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Credit for Helluva Boss goes to to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano & SpindleHorse
Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy
Credit Transformers Animated Series goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg
Credit for Mass Effect goes to Bioware
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[Note: Don't Reblog This Without My Permission, As This Drawing Will Only Be Used For Here & Over At The Place Where I Will Be Using It As a Cover For One Of The Future Chapters Of "The Angel In Disguise"...I do have both the names I go by on this drawing even if "Mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune" was what I changed to because of certain reasons that I wont go into right now...and well once again this drawing will be used as a Cover for a future chapter for that story which if I decide to, I might post some chapters of it on here, you know like a Cross-Post...oh and in case the drawing is too small to see properly, please make sure to click on the drawing to make it bigger so it can be viewed a bit more better.]
I do plan to use this as a Cover for a Future Chapter for Falling For The Angel In Disguise…and yeah, some can guess what will be happening to Sari when she turns 24 years old in the story.
(I might of pointed this out before, but I will say it again...
"Falling For The Angel In Disguise" is for Mature Audience Readers Only, which means there be 18+ moments in certain chapters, even though some parts are still technically not fully detailed, even the whole Semi-Ship going on with Swindle x Adult-Sari...and originally Sari wasn't plan to be the main heroine of the story, but ideas change and the original heroine has a different part to play in that story now.)
also I have a new idea on who could truly be Sari's Human Bio-Parents, and well the whole idea can be added in a future Chapter,
where the "Good" Doctor Scalpel will look over Sari's DNA and CNA again, and while it does show that she still Megatron's daughter through her CNA side…on her DNA side, it will show that Marissa Faireborn isn't the Mother after all, and it turns out that Sari's Human Mother is Jane Shepard (which is only in a Crossover-Fanon Timeline.)
and Scalpel also finds out about Isaac Sumdac's Other Brother who is his younger twin brother who's name is Ivaan Sumdac who turns out to be Sari's True Human Bio-Father, as he is a 100% match…
so yeah, I tried to make Ivaan as the "Hot Twin", ya know like Stanford "Ford" Pines from Gravity Falls by Alex Hirsch.
and the reason why Ivaan is going to be Sari's Bio-Dad in that Crossover Story, is because he wasn't wearing gloves.
so in a Fanon Timeline, Isaac isn't a only child and might have more than just two siblings, but only one of his siblings is Isaac's twin brother.
it might make sense that Ratchet was made to be Sari's Godfather by either Isaac Sumdac or Ivaan Sumdac, because both Uncle/"Adoptive Father" & Father would know that Sari has a much longer lifespan than them and will likely have the lifespan as other Cybertronians, even if she is half-human.
so knowing they might not live as long to be in her life forever and it being possible they might go before she becomes a young woman, they could have Ratchet be her Godfather…
even though in "Falling For The Angel In Disguise", Sari is a woman now...well womech when you count her being half-cybertronian.
so if anything were to happen to Isaac or Ivaan when Sari was still very young and before she becomes adult…
Ratchet will get Sari, but if anything were to happen to him, then Sari could end up going to one of her Moms, either Jane Shepard or Megatron. XD
also the reason why Sari at Ages 14 to 15 years old is not smiling in this drawing, it's because of her Autobot Friends.
and yeah in "Falling For The Angel Disguise" Sari is given another chance to be a kid again in a Flashback, where she loses only half of her upgrade, so being back to being 8 years old in the type of Flashback…
Sari's robot form is suppose to be much smaller and femling size in the flashback, so since she loses half of her upgrade some where in the past in the story, that meant she got to grow up a bit more and not skip through most of it.
at the moment Sari is 23 years old, but I will have her become 24 years old later on in the story.
the plan is that Sari will still use a type of Imp-Succubus Hybrid Disguise, from when she is still alive as a Half-Human & Half-Cybertronian, to when she becomes a type of Cybertronian-Angel.
Sari doesn't just have a Cybertronian Spark, the idea is that she has a hybrid spark that is half of Earth and half of Cybertron.
her angel wings are energy based, and yeah I'm still going to have Sari's blood type be O RH D Negative. (same as my blood type…)
which would also mean that Sari is a Princess, which her being Megatron's Daughter, that would make her the Princess of The Decepticon Empire.
Scalpel could have Team Chaar (that is Strika, Blackout, Cyclonus, Oil-Slick and Spittor) as Sari's "Royal Bodyguards"….
and I want to say, that since Sari wasn't legally adopted by Isaac Sumdac, that means any human or cybertronian can legally adopt her as their daughter.
Porter C. Powell might be a power hungry jerk who tried to take over Sumdac's Company…who I wouldn't be surprised if his Sinner form ends up being a Anthropomorphic Pig with how Greedy he can be.
but Powell might have a good point, Isaac didn't make sure to give Sari some form of proper papers to show she in fact exist, even if he does a bit better than Greg Universe even if both of them are Gray-Parents…
it doesn't excuse him from not making sure she was taking to a Hospital after she was born in his secret lab, that Megatron was in.
even if Isaac Sumdac and Greg Universe are still good dads in their own way, but that doesn't mean they are 100% good dads, like they both can be in between being good and bad dads…
which is why they would fall under the Gray-Parenting rank…and even if Isaac knows Sari is half-Cybertronian, he would still view her as still being human and wouldn't say "Sari, your Cybertronian.
your not like other kids!" even when Steven Universe does return, and I hope it does if some info is true…
I hope Greg doesn't just throw the whole "Steven, Your a Gem, your not like other kids." card….I mean yes Steven is Half-Gem, but he is also Half-Human.
I still love Steven Universe Future, and I think Steven had the right to be upset with Greg in one of the episodes, and yeah Greg's parents might had some problems, but there could be more to it than meets the eye…and both Greg and Steven's Grandparents, could both be in the wrong, like Steven's Grandparents not explaining to Greg why they couldn't give him everything he wanted or how they always made him meatloaf…
which maybe having meatloaf once in a while might be okay, but if ya want to spice things up, put some mustard on it and eat it with some other food, like fries.
plus it could still be possible one of or both of Greg's parents had problems with very loud sounds that would hurt them, and Greg could have had a habit with turning the volume of his music up way too loud.
even if one can like to listen to their favorite music really loud, if you have someone either a friend or family who gets hurt by the very loud sound and is in the same room as you, it is best to turn the volume down for their sake.
if I had to guess, it could be Greg's Mom who would get hurt by Greg turning his music too loud, and it would have to be Greg's Dad to tell him or at least try to, to stop it but Greg ends up ignore him and what he tries to tell him.
even if Greg might seem like the perfect Dad, but he isn't, I mean he can be perfect in other ways as a Dad, but at the same time he isn't 100% a perfect Dad, maybe around a 95% but not any higher than that…
Greg along with Sumdac, would be Gray-Parents, even if Isaac did some stuff right when being Sari's Father, he might make some mistakes along the way.
like if your a Mom, and you leave your baby who can still walk, end up being watched by your own Mother who is the baby's Grandmother, and the baby ends up getting hurt under the said Grandmother's watch…
and well, I think I had worse than that time when my Grandmother was watching me, but I ended up hurting my hand...
one of the other times I got hurt when I was a baby, was when me and my big brother were playing alone, and I ended up having to go to the hospital cause I got a bad cut close to some corner of my right eye....not sure if I brought that up on here either, but one of the fanfics I'm reading reminds me of it...I love the story, and even if there are still some differences that reminds me of my life, I think I can relate to one of the characters from it a little bit because they remind me of some parts of my life even if the parts of their life is still very VERY super different from my own....and well, maybe I will go into more detail in another post.
I still think if I was born a twin, chances would be I would be the younger twin who would be more like Stocking Anarchy, and my older twin sister would be like Panty Anarchy...
plus we would both be Defective Earth Angels, who don't exactly work 100% like other Earth Angels and know there is something seriously messed up with the Patriarchy because of that whole Toxic-Masculine thing...
Toxic-Feminine is still a problem too, but it isn't as dangerous or as high as the Toxic-Masculine that has been around for like many centuries...
I think I want to have Sari be a type of Gaea Follower instead of being a full on follower of Primus.
you know, some Female Transformer who is suppose to be in the Earth, plus if Gaea was part of both TFA and Earthspark, she would be Omni-Mom to both Sari, Dinobots, Wreck-Gar, Soundwave (who I'm still going to view as a separate one from the Cybertron-Born Soundwave who will be known as Soundwave Sr. and by his other name Soundblaster.), Constructicons and Sumdac's Robots.
Gaea could be known as Mom-2 to The Terrans: Twitch, Thrash, Jawbreaker, Nightshade and Hashtag.
I mean, when you think about it, Primus is kind of a terrible Omni-Dad in the TFA Timeline...it's not like he tries to stop the Autobots from misusing the living metal in Cybertron, or stop them from taking over still inhabited organic worlds that they end up Cyber-forming for Cybertronian life...and the Autobots have more planets than the Decepticons, if that doesn't tell you something is up...
another reason why Primus wasn't in the Transformers Animated Show, because a certain someone who was working on the show with the others, didn't like him...but no matter if ya like him or not, and no matter if he is kind of a terrible dad, he is still a important character in the Transformers Multiverse.
if Adult-Sari was helping her Autobot Friends Fight Megatron and his Decepticons all while a type of Ethereal Smaller Avatars of Primus, Gaea and Unicron are watching...
Sari who already knows that the Autobots who are much higher rank and run Cybertron and who don't tell the Autobots of lower-rank about them Cyber-forming organic worlds that already have organic life on them (and that is why the whole Optimus, Sentinel and Elita-1 were not allowed on organic worlds, because they would of found out the truth...) and the fact that the Autobots have more planets than the Decepticons because the Autobots make sure to push them back and keep them in The Decepticon's Territory...
Sari could figure out that both sides are in the Gray, and the Decepticons could be better if they tried a different path to try to stop the corruption on Cybetron, which I believe is thanks to Megazarak who disguised himself as Ultra Magnus...
one of the other problems Sari could see, can have to do with Primus.
and Sari could stop fighting whichever Decepticon she was fighting and walk over to where Primus, Unicron and Gaea are.
then Sari could point to Primus while yelling out
"Your a Terrible Dad, Primus!!!"
Primus could be shocked, Unicron could snort from trying to hold back his laugh, and Gaea could be all like "That's My Girl!" as she is so proud of Sari for speaking up like that.
plus if you think about it, in theory Sari could be technically a Demi-Goddess, and the reason why Megatron was possibly able to have Sari in that secret lab was probably The Cybertronian Goddess Gaea's doing...even though Megatron may have been in a stasis coma at the time and there was a 50 Stellar Cycles limit on how long Megatron could be separate from his body...you know like Zim and the rest of the Irkens and their Pak, of course their time limit isn't as long as Cybertronians...
plus in a Crossover Fanon Timeline with Transformers, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss...
since Isaac Sumdac (and Ivaan Sumdac before he goes missing.) was using Megatron and reverse engineer his technology by taking some of the parts from Megatron's head, all while Megatron was still in his stasis-coma and still technically alive...
that might end up sending Professor Isaac Sumdac to Hell...
like picture his shock when he realizes he is in Pentagram City and not in Heaven, even if he still has some good points from his life...
but the whole taking parts from a still living being, even one like Megatron, still ends up making the bad points higher than the good points....even the points where Isaac Sumdac takes credit for Soundwave's creation, yeah Powell made the Sound-Wave copies, but Professor Sumdac wasn't the one who designed Soundwave.
if Isaac did have a twin brother, it could of been his twin brother who I'm still going to call "Ivaan" who found Megatron, NOT Isaac.
the brothers could of built their robotic empire together, and Ivaan was the one who was against taking parts from Megatron's head and wanted to find a humane way to reverse engineer the technology, by making a scanner that would scan the robot head and tell what is inside it and how it works.
Isaac however, goes against his brother's wishes and takes some parts from the robot head anyway, and that is why Megatron's head looks the way it does while in Sumdac's Secret Lab.
and not everyone has to agree with it, but how could Sari's protoform baby self absorb any of Isaac's DNA when he was wearing gloves...?
the reason why the Maximals and Predacons from Beast Wars were possibly able to get some samples of DNA for their disguises, might have to do with there was nothing preventing the access to the DNA needed for those disguises, the T-Rex Skeleton that Predacon Megatron, was easy for the scanners to pick up and scan, even the other lifeforms that were still very much alive.
Isaac may have got a shock and was out cold because of it, but it could be possible that if he did have a twin brother called Ivaan, he would of found his brother out cold on the floor and saw the protoform, and while not wearing gloves himself, ends up touching the liquid metal body and it ends up absorbing his DNA.
so yeah, it is also a Fan-Headcanon Theory I have...
that Isaac Sumdac has a twin brother who ends up going missing under mysterious reasons, possibly when Sari was 1 or 2 years old.
and Isaac is really Sari's Uncle, while Ivaan (Isaac's twin brother) is her true biological human father.
and in a Crossover with Mass Effect, Ivaan could be Jane Shepard's Ex-Husband, and she was with Ivaan Sumdac when they found Isaac on the floor and unconscious, and Jane wasn't wearing gloves either and both her and Ivaan touched the protoform sparkling at the same time and then Sari came to be...and well like Isaac, the two end up getting a shock as well and go unconscious, but they could wake up much sooner than Isaac did because they both got half of the shock, like the shock that was given to Isaac, was instead split between the two of them, so they were only out for a short while and woke up before Isaac did.
also I have a theory that the Cybertron from the Beast Wars Cartoon, is really a Future version of Earth, which could explain the Organic Core and the Fossils in Beast Machines.
that Cybertron is "Cybertron II" and it was Earth.
not everyone has to agree about that theory, but it could be possible that the Cybertron from that universe and timeline is in fact Earth having been Cyber-formed and some Humans had been lucky to leave and went to another galaxy and called a new Planet home that was similar to their original world...
anyway there is another Crossover drawing that has Adult Future Sari in it, along with some other characters as well...
I will post it up in a little bit, right after I eat some powder doughnuts and check out some fan art on here. :)
#do not reblog without permission#crossover fanart#transformers fanart#transformers animated#tfa fanart#helluva boss fanart#mass effect fanart#sari sumdac#isaac sumdac#twin brothers#ratchet#jane shepard#john shepard#shepard clone#garrus vakarian#fizzarolli helluva boss#asmodeus helluva boss#january 2024
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Those Hazbin leaks on 4chan is fake?
Lets be real here. Its 4chan we are talking about...a website that likes to prank every-f*cking-body, not to mention that this kind of hoax happened too with Gravity Falls. Alex Hirsch said it himself " In order for people to believe a leak, all you have to do, its post it in 4chan". Especially because in 4chan there are no names, everybody there is "anonymous".
Secondly, the character's designs have a bunch of random fanart with them that were not even made by the artists working for the project but by other fans...so it looks weird af.
Third, as another fan @petitprincess1 said in other posts, most of the images from those "leaks" its stuff from patreon or the 2019 pilot.
Fourth... Velvet name is not even written right xd
If I have learned something about the internet, is that getting stuff from patreon is not impossible, mix that with random fanart from google, plus a document that anybody can make with Microsoft word and ta-da! there are your "leaks".
Until Vivziepop doesnt say anything about this, I suggest ignoring all this situation. The information those "leaks" are giving are full of triggers (like changing Alastor nationality or saying that Viv is going to be fired by A24) which is already a HUGE red flag about this not being a true leak but just another hater attack.
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Danny Phantom Roleplay
Hello there! I am TheKitsuneSiren and I am glad to meet you! I am looking for multiple partners interested in roleplaying Danny Phantom recently. I have been on a Nostalgia binge watching the show again and reading various fanfics about it, so I've revamped my oc and I'm ready to roleplay! So if anyone is willing to rp with me, they're more to hit me up! But I have a few things I'd like to talk about first. For this it can be oc x oc or oc x canon. I can't do canon x canon, so apologies to anyone interested.
***What I'm Looking For:***
* 1x1 roleplayers. Double up is more than welcome.
* A long term partner. I want someone who is interested
* Descriptive Roleplaying partners. Minimum is five computer lines with an unlimited maximum. You're free to write in paragraphs if you'd like.
* Action and drama based roleplays. Romance is fine, but with a fandom like Danny Phantom, I'd want some more action packed or interesting things to happen. More than just simple love at first sight or anything like that.
* A partner who is interested in plotting and writing headcanons before and during the roleplay. It helps with plan out and figure out the main focus of the rp before anything.
***What I'm Not Looking For:***
* NSFW Content/Smut-based roleplays
* Harems/Multiple Partners
* Homophobic, transphobic, or negative talk about any roleplayers or certain fandoms.
* Themes of abuse, non-con, drug use, necrophilia, incest, pedophilia, large romantic/sexual age gaps (10-20 years),slavery (sexual or forced), and cannibalism. There are some other topics that I do not approve of, but they will be written once I remember the words XD.
* I do not enjoy being ghosted. If you don't want to continue roleplaying, or there's something about my style you don't like, please tell me instead of just never replying again.
\*\*\*Fandom:\*\*\*Along with Danny Phantom, I believed that some crossovers with the fandom that I'd love to do (Are they fanfic inspired? Yes. But I still want to do them XD):
Danny Phantom x Marvel
Danny Phantom x Dc
Danny Phantom x Boku no Hero Academia
Danny Phantom x Supernatural
Danny Phantom x Gravity Falls
Danny Phantom x The Walking Dead
That's about it! If you're interested, don't be afraid to DM me here or find my on Discord @ IcyFoxy18#6849. But if you're interested in what else I roleplay, check my page for anything for your liking. I hope that we can get along!
#danny phantom#danny phantom rp#danny phantom roleplay#danny phantom crossover#discord 1x1#1x1 roleplay#crossover roleplay#discord roleplay#discord rp#active rp#roleplay#rp partner needed#rp partner search#rp partner wanted#rp request#roleplay request#roleplay finder#roleplay ad#roleplay partner search#1x1 rp#ad#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover
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Sky or Wild for the character ask?
Hi Sister! Thank you for the ask! Picked Wild because I was playing BOTW last night xD
First impression: BOTW is my favourite game ever and how I discovered LU, so Wild was initially the character I was here for. I loved and still love his blend of adventurous, adaptable, and so much reckless energy, with loss, loneliness and angst, and his character design is just perfect.
Impression now: I still love Wild but he’s not my favourite character anymore. I find it much harder to write him now because I’m more aware of how nuanced he is as a character – ie, he’s not just me playing BOTW. I think the biggest shift is not seeing him as so secretive and slow to trust and introverted as I initially did – I think Wild likes people, he finds them interesting, he’d try to learn everything he could about them and make friends easily.
Favourite moment: the doodle Nightmares. IT’S SO SWEET HOW HE FALLS ASLEEP ON WOLFIE, there’s so much trust between them and I love that the Hero of the Wild’s strongest relationship is with a wolf.
Idea for a story: don’t have any strong/developed Wild-centric ideas currently but he’s an important character in a couple of WIPs focused on other Links. I really want to write more Sky and Wild content at some point and also something ANYTHING about koroks…
Unpopular opinion: can I skip this question I just end up overthinking it there are so many opinions about Wild in the fandom I don’t know what counts as popular/unpopular anymore? I guess just that while I love him and his character arc in Sunset has been awesome, I’d like to swing back and see what’s happening to some of the others by this point. Is this unpopular?
Favourite relationship: Used to be Twilight because they have such a perfect brother dynamic and I love it. But one of the fun things about Wild is that pairing him with anyone tends to reveal so much about both of them. I love his relationship with Hyrule which I already mentioned here, and also Sky. Mostly because I associate them both with defying gravity, and there’s all the first hero-last hero and Master Sword angst underlying everything…
Favourite headcanon: Wild has a mirror personality. He can adapt and channel the traits, habits, roles, personalities of others if that’s what the situation requires. I think he probably does this with Twilight and Sidon’s especially. It’s partly a kind of cultural flexibility developed during his adventures, related to picking up languages really fast.
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Stanford: “C’mon!”
#askfracturedgravityfalls#fractured falls au#gravity falls#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#askblog#story#I love Fiddleford's face in the last panel heheeee#'Welp this is happening now'#Shit's getting real here hueheheee- And at a concert of all places pffff#It's Gravity Falls anything can happen here xD#Yup tons of swearing eeeyup#Oh btw- You can't [ACTION] any characters to do anything- Just suggest things- You guys don't have that much power lol
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30 asks mostly about my FNAF AU :0
Thank you! And well, not to toot my own horn but uh.. yeah, I’m usually super fast and grindy when it comes to comics :} But I don’t think you have to worry about missing part 4. Because its coming out REEEEALLY slowly.
I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time planning out part 4, but I’ve hit a serious roadblock and just cannot figure out how to layout this comic.
I’ve been grinding this thing for like 5 days or something, and I’m REALLY struggling here (இ﹏இ`｡)
But I’m going as fast as I can and I’m slowly starting to get somewhere I think. So hopefully I can get this darn thing drawn and posted within the next 2 weeks. I would say to keep your eye out for it but you got post notifications for that XD
I uh.
I haven’t actually thought about what could’ve caused that.
Lemme uh, get back to you on that one chief-
That wasn’t intentional but its very fitting hehehhh
Also, do I still draw my old fandoms? Sometimes I do. Undertale is one I tend to loop back around to a lot even when I’m focused on other fandoms. I used to loop back around to Gravity Falls a lot too.
In my AU the animatronics don’t remember anything that happens while they’re under control of the virus. So if they did see him? They wouldn’t remember him once they got better. :/
Oh I don’t mind you asking! Why would I? How else are you supposed to know the answer if you don’t ask first? <XD
But also,, ehh, I’m weird about stuff like that. I don’t think I’d like my sona being drawn,, <:/
XD Thanks! I tried to make him look comfy :}
I imagined that since he’s an interactive animatronic, I.E. kids can run up to him and hug em and stuff, he’d probably be soft and fluffy.
I cant imagine it’d be fun to run up to Foxy for a hug, only to slam into a hunk of cold metal and plastic.. <XD
Foxy will eventually be like “Dad #2” and will become very protective of Gregory. I think he’d probably see him somewhere between a son and a little brother..?
Oh no! I’m sorry, I wish I knew why it was doing that or how to fix it.. <:( Maybe try tapping the first picture and then swiping left to see the rest..?
But at the very least, I’m glad you liked Bonnie and Foxy’s reunion and was able to see it :}
Yeah, my version of Monty is nothing like what the fandom has made him out to be.
Him and Bonnie were good friends, best friends even. Monty got along swell with the other animatronics and he was perfectly content just being exclusively in the golf course. He was more level headed back then and more chill. He didn’t want his friends fame or popularity, he was just fine where he was back then..
But after Foxy was banned things starting going down hill.. later on Bonnie was destroyed in the golf course and that put a lot of heat on Monty. When in reality he had nothing to do with it.
Things just spiraled. And Monty started to develop a temper in response to this mess. Which of course didn’t help his reputation and just started more rumors..
All and all, no. Monty never wanted anything to do with this. He never wanted anyone else’s fame or popularity, he was just fine where he was. People just spread all kinds of rumors over Bonnie and it eventually got to Monty’s head..
No no, Chica doesn’t remember Gregory and she doesn’t know that he’s been living in the basement. Freddy does, but Chica and the others don’t.
Also, Chica may no longer be under control of the Afton virus, but Gregory is still scared of her. I would be too if these 6 foot somethin tall robots chased me around the Pizzaplex and tried to kill/catch me.
Another reason why he hid though is because if Chica saw a child in the basement afterhours, the protocol would be for her to call security. Which Gregory doesn’t want for obvious reasons.
Yeah, having Foxy return was a huge and lovely surprise for everyone. Foxy claimed that he “just woke up for no reason” and started wandering around. And Freddy says he heard noise in the basement and went to investigate, thus finding Foxy.
What really happened is Gregory found and reactivated Foxy, then he snuck his way into Freddy’s green room and told him that he found someone. The two of them went back into the basement and thus, Freddy and Foxy were reunited.
Although, Chica and the others don’t know the truth. And when it comes to Bonnie? If I could just get through this wall and plan out part 4 you could see their reactions to that >:/
They actually hadn’t been informed they found him at all.
All that happened is Gregory “pinged” Freddy through the Fazwatch. Basically silently calling for help. When the Pizzaplex closed and Freddy was able to come to Gregory’s aid, Chica tagged along. Freddy couldn’t really tell her to leave because of course she’d ask why and Freddy wouldn’t have a good excuse..
So down into the basement they go, and suddenly they run into Bonnie. Well, half of him actually, like you said XD
It was very shocking to say the least. Considering they both thought he was dead all this time..
Indeed he does. Always thought it was weird that he was the only one not wearing them XD
AAAAAThank you for all the complimentsss!! :DDD
As for how to draw cartoony hands? I uh, I dunno if I could explain it.. I don’t really intend to draw cartoony hands I just kind’a.. try to draw hands?? And they come out looking cartoony?? I’m sorry this is so unhelpful-- <XD
Thank you! And you’re welcome XD
I am constantly being surprised by the number of people that message me saying “Oh my gosh! You draw Octonauts too???” Its always a joy to read XD
At some point in later comics I intend to draw the little hide out that Bonnie, Foxy and Gregory all live in. And yeah, I’m imagining it’ll look something like that.
Probably has some blankets and rugs strung up to act as a tent of sorts for Gregory.. maybe some boxes full of parts and spare clothes that they could find.. maybe some posters and toys hung up and placed on shelves for decoration.. you know, stuff like that.
I mean, you’re welcome(?).. but also are you okay-
Tank you! I tried my best :}}}
In my AU, Monty was lashing out in response to the virus finally taking over.
I imagined that Monty has always had a bit of a temper at times.. I imagined Roxy was a bit insecure and Chica had a bit of a tendency to hoard/hold onto things.
But then when they were taken over by the virus.. their personality chips became unstable, and their worst traits were heightened and flew out of control.
Monty became this raging maniac that destroyed anything and anyone in his path. Roxy’s self-esteem plummeted and it eventually manifested into blinding anger. Chica spiraled out of control and her hoarding habits morphed into pure gluttony. All in all the animatronics had completely lost control.
Meanwhile Freddy was reset after his crash on stage, which in turn completely wiped the virus from his system. So he was okay :}
In my AU, Monty and Roxy were around in the diner days too.
The raceway and the golf course were around back then although they weren’t as fancy or big as they are now. Back then Monty and Roxy didn’t come up on the big stage, they were set in their own attractions and played on their own small stages.
Meanwhile Bonnie and Foxy would leave their respective attractions sometimes to do big performances with Freddy and Chica. After they both “died”/disappeared, the higher ups gave Monty and Roxy the instruments of Foxy and Bonnie and had them take their places..
I think in my AU, that’s going to be a temporary setback for Chica and the higher ups have intentions to fix it.
But for the time being, yeah, I feel like she’d miss singing with him :(
Thank you for the words of encouragement.❤
I guess I’m just kind’a on edge because I’m known to be very protective of my work. So when I see that my follower count had doubled, my first thought is;
“Man, that’s a lot of people... I wonder how many of them are art thieves--“
(In response to this)
Oh man, just you wait XD
Me reading this ask:
Yeah.. :(
Monty and Roxy used to be really close with Freddy and Chica. But after loosing Foxy and Bonnie and taking their places on stage, their relationships with Freddy and Chica became strained..
Meanwhile Chica and Freddy became more attached to one another, in fear of losing the other..
(In response to this post)
Tank yu, I do me best!
(PTSD Freddy face in question)
XD Freddy was definitely freaked out. Gregory couldn’t send him a voice message due to Freddy being on stage. All he could do was “ping” him basically.
So Freddy immediately assumes the worst and thinks, “Oh no- oh gosh why did he call me- is he okay?? Is he hurt?? Why isn’t Foxy helping him?? Is FOXY okay??” But he couldn’t do anything about this call until closing time.. :/
They would be willing to if commanded, although they shouldn’t need to and wouldn’t understand why they’d be asked to do so..
The animatronics going haywire is a new and completely out of character thing for them. And the animatronics didn’t really notice their own strange behavior before the virus took over.
So basically, if an employee came up to Monty and asked him if he could be his body guard while he works on Roxy.. Monty would be really confused, He’d be like, “Why..? Roxy wouldn’t hurt anyone..??”
Oh yeah, Bonnie is indeed a small guy. He looks especially small now because he’s missing a foot so he has to bend his knees and stand on his heel.
Also Foxy likes to say he was taller because he could stand higher up on his tip toes due to him being so light. When in reality he was definitely shorter than Freddy and Bonnie XD
(Sent on Valentines day)
Well, I tried to use it. I’m sure I’m still way off with the naval slang.. but at least I’m tryin! 😅
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Hey there author! Could you maybe do headcannons for being stuck in a locked/stuck in a room with Dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, and fyodor. Individually or as a group?
Okay, so I'll do both, all together, then individually. Not sure if you wanted relationships anon, so I did give them relationship stuff in the individuals.
Let’s be realistic. Being stuck in a room with all four of those boys… you're asking for trouble XD.
First, there is going to be a lot of glaring and attempts to kill each other. If somebody (most likely you) doesn't step in then somebody is dying or at least getting severely injured.
Akutagawa is going to try and prove himself to Dazai. So he’ll either attack you or him. (why not Fyodor? Akutagawa isn’t a dumb-ass, that's why. He knows he’d probably end up dead. Though if it came down to it he’d probably end up attacking him just for the hell of it.)
Dazai will just sit back and watch. Don’t worry he’s already thinking and predicting things.
Of course, there is Chuuya… he’s shouting and annoying the brunette but it isn't anything he’s not used to.
If you're in the ADA, Dazai's ready to step in and help you. The same could be said if you were in the Mafia. Though, it wouldn’t be his priority. If you're with Fyodor… yeah he’ll just leave Akutagawa to deal with you.
Chuuya would ignore you unless you were in the mafia. In that case, he’d move from being an angry bomb with Dazai to an angry dog trying to keep Akutagawa from killing his comrade. He’d stay clear of Fyodor.
Akutagawa doesn't care. He’ll attack you for the hell of it. If you're part of the mafia, I'm sure you’d find a way to piss him off.
Once the arguing ends and the two highly intelligent males *cough* Fyodor and Dazai. *cough* will be figuring how to get away from their situation.
Don’t even bother trying to help. Fyodor will A- kill you or, B- completely ignore you. Dazai’s just gonna ignore you.
The solving problems come only after Chuuya's already attempted to kick down a wall with his gravity manipulation. Might as well add Akutagawa using Rashoumon to help him. If that doesn't work, they will silently rely on Dazai and Fyodor to stop their mental war of glaring, and snarling at one another.
If you all manage to get out alive, it will be one of those 'everybody goes separate ways' situations. You know you’ll all share that “this never happened" look.
Dazai-
Oh lord, stuck alone with Dazai.
He’d be his usual self. Ask for a double suicide, flirt, then get to work.
If you got unlucky he’d be in one of the “just wait till Kunikida comes to unlock the door.”
If you happen to be with Dazai at the time, he'll take the time to either hold you close, or get a little on the intimate side.
I can imagine Dazai sitting there brushing his hand through your hair before kissing you softly. It would be silent but the privacy of being locked in the room would be nice.
He may talk here and there while you two wait to be rescued, but he’d be quiet most of the time. Either trying to figure out how to get out or just lost in his thoughts.
If you started to get tired or cold, he'd do whatever he could to make sure you were both safe and doing alright.
When somebody does show to unlock the door of the room, Dazai will carry you out of there. He doesn't care if you can stand or if you're conscious. He’s going to carry you out of there.
If nobody comes and you start to show signs of discomfort, he'll stop lazing around and solve his way out of the room. When he finds the way out, he'll take you with him.
Chuuya
Loud
That room is going to be filled with indescribable cursing and shouts of frustrated anger.
Once he’s done being pissed at himself, or whoever got you two in this situation, he'll start trying to get out. Looking for windows to shatter or weak points in the steel walls. He’ll use his ability to. When that doesn't work he’ll pout
Yes, Chuuya will pout like an adult child. He’ll storm over to the wall and just kick it over and over.
You’ll have to pull him away.
He’ll grumble about how useless this situation is and how annoying it all is.
He won’t admit it, but he doesn't mind being stuck there with you. (tsundere Chuuya)
He will not let you out of his sight.
If you don’t know the reason behind being locked in here, he fears somebody may hurt you.
If after you’ve both sat there trying to figure this out, neither of you have a solution. You’ll have to be the one to toss the towel. That means grabbing your phone to request backup.
Chuuya will try to prevent this, he’ll never hear the end of it from the others when they find out about this.
While you wait, he'll be the one to fall asleep. Be prepared to take pictures, he’s an adorable sleeper!
If you chose to lay down, take the opportunity to lay your head on his chest. You may find he self-consciously wraps his arms around you.
Don’t get too embarrassed though.
When help arrives be prepared for the snickers… if it’s Dazai who shows up. He’ll be quiet enough, so he gets photos. Oh, and you two will never hear the end of this incident.
Akutagawa
He’ll just stand there dumbfounded for a bit.
You’ll have to gather the courage to tap his shoulder and point out the obvious
He may attack you so be careful
If he likes you, he might click his tongue and keep his distance.
He’s going to be silent… mostly
He’ll start attacking the walls with Rashoumon.
When that doesn't work he’ll look to you for help. Of course, he won’t say he needed help. He won’t admit to any form of weakness.
When all else fails. He’ll sit down only to act like he knows what he’s doing.
It may be awhile before he looks at you, clicks his tongue, and grumbles for you to sit with him.
You'd sit down tense, but he’d act as if you weren't there even if he was paying attention to you.
If you happened to fall asleep and fall to his shoulder, he isn’t going to move a muscle.
He’ll internally panic unsure of what to do.
Eventually, he’ll wrap you in Rashoumon to keep you from getting cold.
He’d call one of his underlings for help. Most likely Higuchi.
The look on her face when she realizes how close you got to Akutagawa would set her off.
That woman is going to be glaring at you for months.
Fyodor- Disclaimer… I’m not very good with his character
If you're not a part of the decay of angels/rats in the house of the dead… let’s just say you may not find yourself walking out of here alive. That is to say, if you're not with Fyodor.
If you happen to be his s/o he’ll keep you tied to him. Literally and figuratively.
He refuses to let you form his sight. Every movement you make is tracked. His mind is working to predict what’s going on as well as solve his way out of here. If he finds a way that only gets one person out, he'll ignore it. After all, he wants to get both of you out. He refuses to be stuck alone without an eye on you. In case on the outside, somebody is waiting.
He has a lot of enemies, so if this wasn’t done by one of his own he’s going to be extra careful. He’s calm and collected even if you start to panic. He’ll make sure to calm you down.
When he does find a way out… the person who made you panic and distressed as well as take his valuable time from him isn’t going to have a good day.
Expect a blood bath.
If it were one his own trying to get you two together… he’ll glare at them, but he’d be lenient.
Despite his cold look, he can be a bit obsessive with things he holds dear. That’s why he’d hurt whoever did it despite nothing serious happening.
If you did get injured… it will be utter devastation. We're talking not just one murder but several. Anybody who dared to put you in that situation.
Hope this was okay
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I got you all for myself (Stolitz fanfic).
Another silly and fluffy Stolitz’ tk fanfic I wrote. Hope some other better fanfic writers will write their owns because my brain is getting dry XD. Cheers!
Usually Blitzo would have sex with Stolas until dawn. It was kind of amazing that both of them could last that long, but after waiting for a whole month for their next encounter it was kind of expected that they were so sexually charged.
Blitzo had been thinking about talking with Stolas about meeting more often at night, but he was kind of hesitant to do so. He didn’t want to look too needy, or look vulnerable in front of him. His heart wasn’t completely opened to Stolas yet, but he recognized he enjoyed their time together.
‘Are you going to untie me now darling?’, Stolas asked with a flirty tone. His wrists were still tied to the higher part of the bed, allowing him to stay seated but unable to put his arms down.
‘Not yet. I plan to finish up my cigarette’, Blitzo replied while smoking on the other side of the bed. ‘I won’t give you any this time’, showing Stolas his tongue jokingly.
‘Or perhaps’, Stolas said, ‘you enjoy looking at me like this, am I wrong Blitzy?’. He smiled at Blitzo, making him cough because of the sudden statement.
‘God damnit Stolas! Do you want me to cause a fuc*ing fire over here? I almost let the cigarette fall on the bed!’
‘Well, is that a yes, then?’ Stolas continued with his teasing.
‘Could you stop with all that crap already?’, Blitzo answered while poking Stolas’ side several times, making him giggle. ‘You won’t want to keep bothering me while still being tied like that’.
‘And what if I keep going Blitzy? Am I making you blush?’ Stolas winked at him in a sexy way, predicting what it would happen if he did.
‘Ok, I warned you, time for you to be punished for being such an annoying bird!’ Blitzo put the cigarette down, sat behind Stolas and started scratching his ribs.
‘Ahahahaha!, Blitzy, please, hahaha!’
‘Don’t give me that sh*t now! You started this, now suck it up!’
‘Both my hands are tied up! This isn’t fair, hehehe!’
‘Maybe, but I enjoy torturing you so who cares?’
Blitzo then started tickling Stolas’ underarms, making him squirm frantically and trying to get away, but he could only lift on his legs a little on the bed.
‘Ahahahaha! Not there! I’m begging you!’
‘You can’t tell me what to do, even as a Prince! I can do anything I want to you’, Blitzo said while smiling mischievously at him. ‘What about this, I will tickle you on your favorite spot so you’ll stop complaining, what do you think?’.
‘Oh no, nohohohoho!’, Stolas answered between giggles as Blitzo’s wiggling claws were getting closer and closer to his neck. Blitzo knew this kind of teasing was making him laugh more. Stolas just prepared for the attack, closing his eyes and trying to cover his neck with his arms while snickering.
When Blitzo’s claws touched his neck, Stolas let out a very loud squeal followed by cute giggles. Blitzo wasn’t wrong, Stolas neck was really sensitive and even when being kissed and nibbled there was unbearably ticklish for him, he would enjoy every second of it, as he never tried to put Blitzo away and still exposed his neck to him while getting on.
‘Ahahaha! No! Stahahahahap! Dohohohon’t use your claws! Just use your lips as you always dohohoho!’.
‘My lips, huh?’, Blitzo said while smiling at the cute owl prince. ‘Can’t see why not. Well, you asked for it!’. Blitzo then proceeded to get close to Stolas neck for what seemed to be a kiss, but ended up being a strong and loud raspberry on the crook of his neck.
‘NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHA! Not like that! It 's too much!’
‘Sorry, still not done!’. Blitzo then blew up a raspberry on the other side of his neck, while nuzzling on his feathers in order to make the tickling stronger.
‘AHAHAHAHA! *hic*, AHAHAHA! Pleaseee, I can’t take it!’
‘Oh, don’t come up to me with that sh*t! You can get away from this whenever you want to! Who’d believe such a powerful royalty demon could be converted into a puddle of giggles so easily!’
Blitzo wasn’t wrong. Stolas was a very strong demon who could easily beat almost anyone without any effort, but being dominated by his beloved top imp Blitzo was too tempting for him to run away from, and being tickled silly from time to time wasn’t that bad. Stolas not trying to untie himself and letting Blitzo to do as he pleased was really a big sign of trust.
‘AHAHAHA *hoot*, HAHAHAHA! *hoot* *hic*’
‘Ha, you have started with the hooting, haven’t you? God, what would your enemies do to you if they knew you are this ticklish? You would be so done!’,Blitzo then hugged Stolas’ waist with his legs from behind in order to restrain him even more and drilled his fingers into his ribs.
Stolas started squirming harder, melting into laughter to the point of tearing up. Blitzo then scratched an underarm with one claw and the neck with the other. It was then when Stolas started begging for real.
‘BLITZY, PLEASEHEHEHEHE! STOP RIGHT NOW! I CAHAHAHAN’T BREATHEHEHEHE!’
‘Alright alright, I’ll stop. Hope you learned your lesson!’ Blitzo got down from Stolas and untied him. Stolas just let himself fall completely into the bed still giggling and cleaning up his tears with the bedsheets.
‘Hehehehe *hic*, oh my, that was a little too much Blitzy! I’m crying now!’
‘As you deserve it! I would make you suffer for much longer but I got tired of listening to your cute owl voice so I’d rather forgive you this time’.
Stolas suddenly stopped giggling.
‘What?’
‘What what?’
‘What did you just say?’
‘About what?’
‘Do you think my voice is cute?’
Blitzo just then realized what he had said, and of course he tried to deny it.
‘What? I didn’t! Why would I say that?!’
‘That’s exactly what you just said!’
‘That’s not true, F off!’
Stolas then hugged him from behind then and softly whispered on Blitzo’s ear:
‘Please Blitzy, let me hear it...tell me you love my voice’.
Blitzo shuddered from the tingling sensations entering his ear, he squirmed trying to escape Stolas’ teasing.
‘You jerk! Let me go!’
‘Why? Is this making you blush? Does my voice fluster you that much?’, Stolas said while giggling.
‘Shut up! That’s not it!’, Blitzo replied. He didn’t want Stolas to realize how flustered he was. Also, Stolas’ soft voice was too close to him, to the point of tickling him. He tried to avoid any giggling but it was hard to achieve with his cute boyfriend teasing him.
‘Don’t you love when I’m this close to you like this?’,Stolas continued, now kissing the nape of Blitzo’s neck. That was the final straw: Blitzo left some giggles come out and that just made Stolas more enthusiastic about teasing him.
‘Please, Stolas! Stop! It feels weihihihird!’
‘Oh, is my cute little imp’s neck ticklish too? You’re so adorable!’ Stolas knew that teasing Blitzo messed up with him more than he would ever admit, so he just kept going until he was able to make him confess.
‘Are both my voice and kisses making you melt Blitzy? Oh, you’re so giggly and blushy right now’.
‘Shuhuhuhut up! Just stop already!’ Blitzo wasn’t yelling in anger or anything, he was just laughing at this point, so he wasn’t intimidating at all. Then Stolas tried something else to break him: he started caressing Blitzo’s ribs with his claws just enough to be ticklish. Blitzo doubled the efforts to escape.
‘Nohohoho! Not the ribs!’
‘Why is that? I know here is your favorite tickle spot Blitzy, you laugh your heart out every time’, Stolas said, still whispering in his ear.
‘That’s not truhuhuhue! Stahahahahap, it tickles!’
‘What if I tell you I can make you more ticklish than this?’, Stolas replied in a flirty way. Then he moved Blitzo on a way half of his body was out the bed and hanging, while pinning his legs so he couldn’t stand up and reach him with his arms because of gravity. Blitzo started begging while giggling nervously.
‘Dohohon’t you dare Stolas!’
‘You know what you need to say to make it stop, darling’.
Then the torture began: Stolas started tickling Blitzo’s torso from the waist down to his ribs. Sometimes he would scratch, other times he would dig his claws on him. Blitzo couldn’t lift his arms high enough to stop it.
‘AAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE DOHOHOHON’T! I’M GONNA DIE!’
‘Of course not, I would never do anything to hurt you my cute Blitzy. I just love you so much!’,Stolas cooed while scratching his underarms.
‘YOU F***ING A**HOLE! JUST WAIHIHIHIT UNTIL I’M FREE!’, Blitzo let out a scream followed by a loud laugh. Tears started to form in his eyes.
‘Oh, but you’re not free now, I got you all for myself sweetie’, Stolas replied while his fingers scattered on Blitzo’s full torso.
‘GOHOHOHOD DAMNIT STOOOOLAS! STAHAHAHAHP!’
‘Just repeat what you said and I’ll stop’, Stolas answered and started nibbling and munching on Blitzo's side while still using his hands on his neck and one of his underarms. ‘Will you please say it for me?’
‘ALRIHIHIHIGTH, ALRIHIHHIHIGHT, I’LL FUHUHUHU*ING SAY IT! I LIKE YOUR VOICE! I LOVE TO HEAR WHEN YOU SING OR LAUGH AT MY JOKES! JUHUHUHUST STOP IT ALREADY!’
Stolas finally stopped. Blitzo was so exhausted he was unable to get up by himself so Stolas lifted him up, put him on his lap and hugged him while was still catching up his breath and giggling.
‘That’s one of the sweetest things you have ever said to me!’, Stolas said while squeezing the living hell out of Blitzo.
‘Please let me breathe, I’m about to pass out!’
‘Oh, sorry, did I go a little too far?’, Stolas said in an innocent tone while trying to hold up his laughter for watching Blitzo so flustered and tired to the point of not fighting his hug.
‘You know what you were doing you jerk! God damnit, I’m crying too’.
Stolas covered him in a softer embrace and whispered to him: ‘I love you so much Blitzy’. Blitzo’s face got red, but he didn’t give any smart a*s comeback, he just slowly put his arms around Stolas’ waist. They stayed like this in silence for a whole minute.
‘Hey, do you want to go out somewhere and get some coffee? It’s a nice day to go outside and the leaves are already changing color’, Stolas said while caressing Blitzo’s cheeks with his hands.
‘Alright, but if you try to tickle me in public you’ll go literally thought hell when we go back home, I warn you’.
‘Understood’, Stolas replied while rubbing his cheek on Blitzo’s face, making him blush more.
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It will be the first time that I will publish some headcanons of some character, in this case of Friday Night Funkin with Senpai, I hope I won't be ashamed of this later XD.
-Headcanons about your game
•The plot of his game basically consists that Y / N is a student in her last year of high school, who never knew love and suddenly a new and adorably attractive math teacher named Senpai comes in, and there in that game your goal is date with the teacher with all the cliches of otome games.
•The game format would obviously be a dating simulator, but with the variant that would be Hatsune Miku Project Diva or Uta no Prince Sama type ... I guess the first one.
•That Girlfriend liked about the game, she found it in Boyfriend: A cute boy with a taste for music (even if it's a few Beep boops LOL). With the exception adding that BF is funny, it isn't perfect but that is good.
•Senpai's personality in your game is like that of a sweet prince, but a bit clumsy, and it shows in his way of dressing. That he is passionate about music even though he teaches mathematics, since the position of music teacher was occupied. Also, when he falls in love with Y / N, he tries to be very sweet and chivalrous with her without his students noticing ... at least he does not favor her in his class. And when he lost in anything, just put in a Sad mode, for after will be happy again.
• His Good Ending would be that when Y / N graduates, make a confession to Senpai, he also confesses his feelings in an embarrassed way and now, happy ending. Also, after completing the game, it is possible to play the musical levels.
•His Bad Ending then in graduation, Y / N when confessing to Senpai because he is rejected, but since it is an A.I. "indirectly" senpai tells you that you can try again and how to get his Good Ending "indirectly".
-Headcanons about him
•Unlike his personality in his game, Senpai being an experimental A.I. , because "outside his role" he would be like a guy who has the character of Oujidere (an arrogant anime prince), somewhat perverted but perfectionist in some aspects, and that he is a sore loser.
•Aspects between his gaming personality with his real personality, as he retains the fact that he is quite clumsy, but he would deny it or be ashamed. Also, if he likes music and is passionate, but he is a perfectionist at that. Although he is narcissistic, because if he falls in love, instead of being ashamed, he would take the personality of a Tsundere and little by little being someone sweet ... with his pride even but just as sweet.
•Before the arrival of BF and GF, Senpai was quite aware of the existence of Spirit, although he does not take it enough importance and considers it annoying to listen to it and then ignores it. If he had been human then he would have been fuck off in the presence of Spirit and being his puppet for a long time.
•He is a cat boy, and a bit of Hamsters, is that for him they are so cute.
•Like an experimental A.I he couldn't develop much to be able to control electronic devices like Giffany from Gravity falls, and neither to modify your programmer and communicate with it like Monika from DDLC. But if he can have an understanding of it and even keep his memories every time he is rebooted as Seven from Mystic Messenger.
•It could be said that it suffers from an error called Error 707 that it is almost impossible to erase its memories when restarting it compared to its other copies of the past, but he pretends not to have any memory.
•He has a taste for sweet things like cakes and cookies, but also a taste for fish, such as Takoyakis.
•he is weak with spicy food even if he says otherwise, his watery eyes and red face would give him away.
•He doesn't like his full name at all, which is "Senpai McAnime Weeb", simply if someone asked him his full name he would lie saying that the programmers just gave him a name believing that there was no need to put a surname as with his age ... If he knew about your Wiki.
•Senpai may have died, but not completely, only his disk was damaged by Spirit which makes him look dead. So if someone can find his disk, manage to fit it into a PC and repair the broken parts of his programmer, it will be possible to be playable again, and perhaps the memories of the event with BF and GF, even what happened with Spirit will still be preserved. But the fact that Spirit is still doomed on its Disc is going to be a mystery.
-Extra Headcanons
•It is possible that Y / N is the one who got Senpai's game disc online because of his taste for retro games ... What? one way or another Daddy Dearest had to get rid of that disc, if he breaks it then Spirit would escape and he does not want to go back to the problems again, besides wanting to take him away from his daughter also so that this incident doesn't happen (although he himself caused it). and therefore better to pass the problem on to others.
•Senpai when meeting Y / N , Well...he would feel confused to have another carrier, in fact, he would be surprised if it works on a computer. Maybe at the beginning it would be out of place which would create suspicions in Y / N so the boy would try to "break the fourth wall" little by little until the girl understands that he has a conscience or ends up exploding and revealing himself in the middle of the game ... whichever comes first.
Ok, was so longer, but it was funny and entrertaiment. Maybe I will do a Love Headcanons after hehe
PD: The fanarts shown here do not belong to me, they belong to their respective authors.
#friday night funkin#senpai#senpai fnf#fnf senpai#headcanon#senpai headcanon#senpai friday night funkin#friday night funkin headcanon#idk i was bored#senpai x reader
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Is there any way we could possibly convince you to write more of the Eldritch!Danny au? As it's own phanfic? This, of course, would only be done once you are under considerably less stress, and can comfortably put the effort into that, if there ever could be such a time whilst writing Mortified and Stars Aligned. It could even wait until one or both of those has reached a point that you deem them Completed™. I'm just immediately part of Sam's Cult XD
It’s been a bit, and this is kind of random, but...
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Clockwork’s avatar pressed the food to Danny’s lips, and he bit down, hard. Juices dribbled down his chin as the food squirmed. He moaned in something like relief as the pressure in the venom sacs in the roof of his mouth lessened. He ate.
He kept Dreaming of himself with fangs and venom. Did that mean something?
A cold pressure under his chin forced him to look up. Clockwork’s avatar inserted another piece of food into Danny’s mouth.
Of course, it means something, it said. You are such a generous soul that you must give of yourself before you can even do something as basic and vital as eat.
Something about that didn’t sound right, but Danny wasn’t in a position to argue, not when he found himself so hungry.
Clockwork’s avatar fussed over him, feeding him more and more, past the point of mere satiation to the point where he felt bloated and slug-like. He wanted to curl up and sleep real sleep. The image of a caterpillar who, having gorged itself, began to form a cocoon, flittered across his mind.
You are a long way from metamorphosis yet, dear one, said Clockwork’s avatar. Come. I have something for you.
Danny followed the tug of the chained collar around his neck, blinking blearily, his footsteps just a little unsteady.
The careful direction of the chain led him to a small table cluttered with trinkets. Clockwork’s avatar leaned down to press its cheek against the crown of Danny’s head. Its cloak fell to either side of Danny, cutting off his field of view to the left and right, leaving him with only the table and the wall behind it.
A gift, said Clockwork’s avatar.
“Why?” asked Danny. It felt odd to speak here, and much more so in English, but he was still learning how to use his True Voice.
I wanted to give you something myself, before we celebrate your birthday.
“My birthday is ages away,” said Danny.
From some perspectives, perhaps. But we missed so many of yours. We must make them up before the next one.
There was something ominous there, but Danny just leaned into the avatar’s touch, unwilling to devote himself to interpreting omens.
Pick one, said Clockwork’s avatar, pick wisely. Gifts received in the Dream become part of you.
Danny nodded and opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) to look at the trinkets—no, the gifts—again. Gifts that, like all good gifts, came with strings attached.
There was something off about that thought.
But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if he could refuse a gift.
He reached out.
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He picked the beaded pectoral necklace. Mostly because he was curious to see how it went on, what with the collar around his neck and all. Yes, this was the Dream, and multiple things could exist in the same place at the same time, but usually there was an… internal consistency, of sorts.
It turned out the answer was that the necklace merged with the bottom edge of the collar, which felt weird, but it was fine, because both were manifestations of Clockwork’s Love.
The unfamiliar weight of it hung strangely off his shoulders, especially given the counterweight that hung down his back, and forced him to alter his posture. He stood straight and… Well. Not tall. But to his full height.
Clockwork’s ticking sounded pleased. An echo of something where Danny’s heart once was agreed with that assessment.
When he left the Dream and went on with his life, it seemed as if not much had changed, except—
He felt more confident. More coordinated. He didn’t stutter as much. People listened to him more.
Even Sam and Tucker remarked on it.
Only a few days later, Clockwork called him back, reeling him into the deep Dream by the chain attached to his collar. He had another gift for Danny. A bracelet. Its weight joined that of the necklace.
Since you seemed to enjoy this so much, said the avatar, running its fingers over the faience beads.
And so it went.
Every few days, Clockwork would call him back and give him some new little adornment. A ring. A jeweled comb. An anklet. A brooch. A belt. Each gift seemed to smooth away some almost imperceptible flaw in his waking self, seemed to draw more eyes to him, more attention, more praise. People who would never give him the time of day before actually sought out his company.
He wondered. Each thing he was given was a display of wealth. Did that come across, somehow? Or was it simply gravity, the mass of his presence pulling in their regard?
The improvements weren’t just in his human life. The others were easier to fight, to distract and ward away. Their blows did not hurt nearly as much, nor did their ‘appearances’ distress him as much as they once had.
He noticed, too, the weight of what he wore in the Dream. Each ring, each bauble, made it easier for him to sink into the depths, made it harder for him to reach the surface.
Sometimes, after a return, he would like on the floor in his room, panting.
But he was growing stronger, too, and he hoped—
It didn’t matter what he’d hoped.
He could no longer reach the waking world. He tried seven times before the chain, vibrating with amusement, pulled him back to Clockwork.
We must celebrate, said Clockwork’s avatar, pulling a sort of woven metal sleeve over Danny’s right hand. It hooked neatly onto the rings on each of his fingers.
“Why?” asked Danny, barely holding himself back from falling to pieces. He had a responsibility to Amity Park. Not to mention, he wanted to live there with his friends and family.
Because it is a wonderful milestone, that you are too powerful to reach that place on your own. The avatar placed a crown of knotted metal on Danny’s head. This is what a cult is for, my little gem. To pull you up.
“What if…” said Danny, “I get too… heavy to be pulled up?”
Another milestone.
.
Except, no, Danny’s hand still hovered over the table, undecided. He let it fall back to his side and blinked, shaking his head to clear it of the vision that had just overtaken him.
Did it show what would be, what might have been? Or merely a possibility?
Reality splintered.
.
He put his hand down on a stack of folded white cloth, jostling the bells sewn to the hems. He didn’t actually know what it was, but it seemed harmless, and the fabric was soft.
It turned out that the cloth was a set of folded veils. The bells were weights, to make them hang properly.
Clockwork’s avatar helped him put them on in front of a mirror, since Danny had never worn anything like them before. The cloth was thin, diaphanous gauze. Where the veils touched the clothing he was already wearing, it whispered away, like it never was. In some places, mostly on his shoulders and back, for some reason, the veils merged smoothly, seamlessly, with his skin. It was an odd sensation, made more so by the fact that his nerve endings seemed to extend partway into the cloth.
Although, that might not be by design, but because Danny expected it. This was the Dream, after all.
Once all the veils were in place, the only pieces of his body exposed were his hands and bare feet. It was strange, looking at himself in the mirror through the sheer veils over his face and head. He almost looked like a ghost.
It was… it was kind of embarrassing, being dressed like this. The veils were the only things he was wearing, and even with all their frothy layers, he could make out the silhouette of his body beneath them.
He spun in place, just enough to hear the bells ring with high, clear tones. Like this, the subtle embroidery on the veils looked like feathers.
When he woke again, normal clothes felt rough and coarse against his skin in comparison. He gritted his teeth and bore it. He couldn’t very well walk to school in the nude.
“Did something happen last night?” asked Sam, surveying Danny up and down.
“Um,” said Danny, “yes, but why?”
“You look…”
“Mysterious,” said Tucker.
“Ethereal,” decided Sam. “But also…” She hummed. “Untouchable, maybe? I don’t know.”
Danny explained what had happened.
It was in the course of just messing around that they found another effect.
“Dude,” said Tucker, as Danny sat on his shoulders, “did you lose weight or something?”
“No?” said Danny, turning away from his sticky-note masterpiece on the classroom ceiling. “At least, I don’t think so.”
“You just seem a lot lighter than the last time we did this.”
They weighed him later, at Sam’s house. He was.
The next time he visited the dream, there were changes. One, the sensation in the cloth had extended. He could feel almost all the way to the ends of some of the shorter veils. Two, his form beneath the veils was less distinct. Softer. When he put his hand underneath them to check, his body felt softer, too. Three, he was glowing.
Of course, said Clockwork’s avatar, stroking its cold hand down his back in a way that made all of his new nerve endings overload. As the illusion fades, the truth may shine.
It did not elaborate, no matter how Danny pressed him. It did, however, pet him until he was left as little more than a pleasantly chirping puddle of veils and feathers on Clockwork’s floor.
He did not note the significance of the feathers until his next visit to the Dream, whereupon some of his veils had become wings, bells still attached and ringing with every motion. He spread them out and flew.
Flying was even better than he had imagined. Never before had he known such joy.
The changes continued, the form he wore in the waking world becoming progressively more and more alien to him, more grating and uncomfortable.
“That only makes sense,” said Sam. “You’re more than us. Being constrained like this can’t be good for you.”
Tucker nodded in agreement. “I mean, look at all of this.”
Danny looked around the cafeteria, catching several worshipful gazes.
“You don’t belong in a cage like this.”
“I want to be able to help,” said Danny. It had become easier, in some ways. It was as hard as ever to fight the others, but human aggression stopped dead in Danny’s presence.
“You’ll still be able to,” said Sam. “But Tucker’s right, you should be trapped here. You should in a high place… on a pedestal. Somewhere to give us hope. Somewhere we can look up to.”
He stood in front of Clockwork’s mirror again. There was a suggestion of a human body beneath the wings, but nothing more than that. Soon, even that would be gone.
Even as he thought it, he let his wings shift, forming a more spherical shape. The light at his center became blindingly bright, but Danny could still see the chains of Love attached to it that kept him grounded.
One of those chains pulled taught as Clockwork summoned him, not even bothering with the avatar this time. This time, Danny would be able to talk to Clockwork directly, and it would be fine, because Danny had shed that illusion of humanity and become more like Clockwork.
He entered Clockwork’s direct presence and—
.
Danny reeled as the vision simply stopped being something his mind could interpret. He felt a part of what he called his sanity crumble.
Perhaps… Perhaps not that one. Instead…
.
He chose the featureless white mask, lifting it with both hands. It was surprisingly heavy.
Clockwork’s avatar reached out, the sleeves of its robes whispering past Danny’s ears. Let me help you put that on, it said. It took the mask and flipped it over, brushing the broad, white satin ribbon out of the way with its thumbs.
Before Danny could think to protest, before he could decide if he wanted to protest, the mask was pressed against his face.
The soft inner lining fit perfectly snug against his features. Perfectly enough that it forced his eyelids and lips closed. The bottom edge of the mask cupped his jaw, preventing him from opening his mouth.
He could not see, with the mask on. Somehow, this surprised him. Part of him had expected to supernaturally be able to see through the mask.
This was inconvenient. On the other hand, not being forced to see the Dream and its denizens could be a boon in and of itself.
Clockwork’s avatar finished tying the ribbon. When you wear this, only those who know you will know you. And only those who you keep in place of your may have their knowledge progress.
Danny tested his ability to speak, first with human words and then with his True Voice. The best he could manage was a sort of hum.
I know you best of all. One cannot progress past completion. Remember, those who Love you will understand you, even without words. You will be allowed to remove the mask if it pleases you.
Danny nodded to show he understood, the weight of the mask making the motion more energetic than usual.
It took Danny time to learn how to navigate the Dream blind. The Dream was, well, Dream. It did not follow the usual rules of object permanence. Things Danny could not directly perceive existed only at the whims of others. While he was with Clockwork, he could have faith that things would stay mostly stable, but once he left, his world shrunk to echoes and what lay against his skin.
But when he did finally make it home and opened his eyes, he was able to fully understand what the mask gave him.
He could not see the nightmares and madness lurking just under reality. His sight was human. He turned to his mirror and saw not a monster, but simply his physical body.
He found himself weeping in relief. It had been so hard. Even if it was an illusion bought by ignorance, for the first time in far too long, he felt safe, no longer exposed.
Whether or not it pleased him, he might never take the mask off.
He walked to Jazz’s room to tell her the good news, only to discover he could not speak.
After some experimentation, Danny and Jazz determined that, when he wore the mask, his speech was as constrained in the real world as it was in the Dream. If he wanted to talk, he had to slip into the Dream to take it off.
It was inconvenient, but still. A perfectly hidden identity and relief from seeing were more than worth inconvenience.
With the mask on, he almost felt human again.
Before the school day began, he paused in the bathroom and braced himself. He had gotten away with being quiet at home, but at school, teachers would require him to answer questions.
He stepped into the Dream and reached up to untie the knot at the back of his head. It would not come loose. Danny pulled harder.
If it pleased him.
Well, it didn’t please him to be exposed in school. Beyond that… Danny suspected that Clockwork also had a hand in when he was allowed to remove the mask.
A few weeks later, the school psychiatrist diagnosed him with selective mutism.
“It almost makes sense,” claimed Tucker, gesturing at Danny’s ceiling, “if you think of it like a parent keeping their kid safe on the internet. Like, you don’t want their identity exposed, so you keep them from giving away personal information or talking to strangers.”
“That,” said Sam, poking Danny’s cheek, “or he wants your cute little face all to himself. What do you even look like in the Dream?”
“Like me,” said Danny. He raised a hand to touch his face. “I don’t know what I look like with the mask on.” The words came surprisingly easily. Before the mask, he’d worried that he’d eventually be unable to speak English, what with how difficult it was becoming to translate his thoughts to sounds.
Later that day, there was an incident. Danny couldn’t help. He couldn’t see.
(It was, however, very clear that the others could see him.)
(He couldn’t help but feel guilty.)
That night, Clockwork pulled him into the Dream.
There is someone I want you to meet, said Clockwork’s avatar as its fingers untied the mask.
“Who?” asked Danny as the mask came away. He nearly forgot his question as he once again took in Clockwork’s appearance. He had forgotten how beautiful it was here. Tears rolled down his face.
Your brother, said the avatar, gently leading Danny forward. I think you will get along. You both like masks.
It took a few minutes for Danny to distinguish this new presence from Clockwork’s, but once he did, the name came easily to his mind. This was Nocturne, the Dream Eater.
“Why is your mask different from mine?” asked Danny, because he couldn’t make a good first impression to save his life.
The mouth and eyes on Nocturne’s mask turned upward in humor. It plucked Danny’s mask from the hands of Clockwork’s avatar, and, to Danny’s simultaneous horror and delight, Danny discovered that he could feel Nocturne’s claws on the mask as if they were on his face instead.
That is because it is your face, said Nocturne, the one you show the world. Why wouldn’t you feel it when it is touched? When it is damaged? Nocturne ran his fingers down across the space where eye holes would have been in an ordinary mask, and Danny found himself forced to blink. For the other, it is because you are a child. I see and speak for myself. A child sees the world through their parent’s eyes. A child has no voice, but their parent speaks for them.
“Will it change when I get older?” asked Danny.
Nocturne laughed. You will not grow older. He moved forward suddenly, pressing the mask to Danny’s face, and putting one of his other hands against the back of Danny’s head. You will always be the youngest of us. The most… Human.
.
Is something wrong? asked Clockwork’s avatar.
“No,” said Danny, quickly. “It’s just hard to decide.”
You could have them all, it said, if it is so difficult.
Danny shook his head. “No, I just need more time.”
Maybe if Danny were human, this would be about getting the best deal, choosing the gift with the lowest price, but he wasn’t, and it wasn’t. This was about choosing the price he wanted to pay.
It surprised him, how much he wanted to pay some of them.
.
The set of bracelets clinked merrily when Danny touched them. They were four bands, each about two inches wide and a couple millimeters thick. The metal they were made of was smooth on the outside, but on the insides, they had the same fractal patterns as the collar.
The manacles are a good choice, said Clockwork’s avatar, approvingly.
Manacles.
Not bracelets.
Unfortunately, he didn’t think he was allowed to change his mind.
The manacles went around his wrists and ankles, each one closing with a snap. When they shut, the metal they were made of swirled, the hinges and seams disappearing to present a flawless surface and the overall shape shifting so the inside laid flush against his skin.
As soon as he closed the last one, and it finished altering itself, Danny felt a sharp pain through the center of his wrists and ankles, followed by a radiating numbness, as if a rod had been driven through each manacle, through each wrist and ankle, stopping only when it hit the other side. But the numbness soon faded, and as he flexed his hands and feet, he didn’t feel anything like that.
Still. The message was clear. The metal bands were not coming off.
Clockwork’s avatar took one of Danny’s hands, and examined the band. The metal, which had warmed against Danny’s skin, turned frigid under the avatar’s touch. For a moment, Danny’s vision blurred, and he saw a multitude of delicate chains leading from the manacle in every direction, connecting it to Clockwork, the other manacles, the collar around his neck and who knew what else. His vision cleared. A few long, silent minutes later, the avatar released him.
They were made with much skill. I hope you find them useful.
Danny nodded.
The manacles weren’t visible in the waking world, but Danny imagined he still felt them. Especially when he was doing things with his hands or feet.
‘Made with skill,’ indeed.
Lots of skills. Skills like drawing, writing, dancing, sign language. He didn’t trip or stumble any more but moved smoothly. It was interesting. It didn’t feel like the skills belonged to someone else. They were his, now, wherever they had originally come from. He knew how to do each thing he was doing, and he did them intentionally.
Still, his art (which he had always considered at least decent) was now scary good. He’d also outplayed Ember on the piano a few days back, breaking her hold on the people who had been listening. She’d been… rather upset about that.
It was worth it.
The string attached to the gift didn’t make itself known for a while. One day, while he was drawing, his wrists burned cold, and he found himself drawing something more than what he’d originally intended. The general subject was the same, but the skill put into it, the effort, was far, far greater. He’d meant to doodle a little, maybe for ten or so minutes before he went to bed.
Instead, it was hours later and if it wasn’t on the back of his French homework the drawing could have been hung in a museum.
It would have been the easiest thing in the world to imagine that he was being puppetted, controlled, that the manacles made him into a marionette, but that wasn’t what it felt like. Instead, it felt as if something had flipped a switch inside him.
He understood, then. The manacles granted him skills, but he couldn’t always decide when to use them. Or how much.
It wasn’t the last time it happened. He’d suddenly be seized with the urge to do something. Make use of some skill. And whatever he did when those urges settled over him was inhumanly good. Dangerously good. As in, attracting the wrong kind of attention good.
Those men in suits had been there for him, and he was quite certain that, if he had been perceptible to people foreign to Amity Park, they would have tried to take him. Tried, being the operative word.
More importantly, the mural he’d been compelled to paint on the side of the supermarket last night seemed to be attracting a following. He’d attempted to keep elements of the others out of it, but he knew they somehow slipped through, slipped past his attention, and into his art.
Sam and Tucker thought it was fine, though. He was inclined to trust them.
He was glad that the manacles did not seem to infer any violent or deadly skills. He wasn’t what he would do if they did and the urge to act turned into an urge to harm.
The manacles turned cold.
Perhaps he’d bake a cake. Something for Sam and Tucker, as a thanks for putting up with him.
.
Danny slumped against Clockwork’s avatar, who held him without complaint. These visions were mentally draining. They would be, what with containing weeks compressed into seconds.
Were they seconds?
.
The picture frame caught Danny’s eye. It was a picture of him, as an infant, being held by Clockwork’s avatar, the great expanse of Clockwork himself in the background. Danny wasn’t quite sure he knew the picture was of himself. Really, he’d been a generic-looking baby. But he did know.
He took the picture.
Nothing happened. He went home, woke up, and went about his normal life. On occasion, he would look at the picture when he dropped into the Dream. It warmed something in him.
It took him a month to realize he was aging backwards.
To be fair, no one else seemed to notice, either, even though the change was much more rapid than normal forward aging. Danny suspected they were being blocked from noticing.
No, that wasn’t quite right. They treated the age he appeared as the normal state of things, but they also treated him as if he were his apparent. Something which had bothered him all last week, even if he didn’t realize why it was happening.
It made it slightly more embarrassing that he himself had only noticed when he’d gone to retrieve a cup from the top shelf in the cabinet and couldn’t because he was too short.
Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were confused when he brought it up to them. They seemed to be under the impression that he’d always been a few years younger than Sam and Tucker. That he’d been skipped forward a few years to be in the same class as them. Danny had let the subject drop. He had no idea how to even begin fixing this. If it even could be fixed.
Every day, as he got younger and younger, he also seemed to attract more and more attention. Positive attention. People would smile at him, tell him he was cute, give him presents out of nowhere. Danny couldn’t say he hated it.
Until he got small enough for people to carry around. Which they did. Frequently. Without asking for permission. Even this wasn’t so much of a problem.
Until the cult.
Until the knife.
Until the sacrifice.
(And Clockwork was so thrilled to be able to raise him from infancy.)
.
He hadn’t decided yet.
How could he decide? They were amazing gifts. Terrifying gifts. Gifts he could not refuse. Gifts he didn’t want to refuse, at least on some level.
But this wasn’t about what he wanted. It was about what he could live with.
The pectoral gave him power and the respect of his peers but took away his ability to use those things in the defense of Amity. Although being powerful in the Dream was an idea that tickled at the shadows in Danny’s mind.
The veils gave him something he always wanted – flight – but at the cost of his humanity and individuality.
The mask would protect him, let him hide and return to a mostly ordinary life, but he would lose the chance to face his new existence on his own terms as well as some of his autonomy. Not to mention, his ability to actually help his people.
The manacles gave him skills he’d enjoy, but also made him a hazard for others.
The picture frame… Something twinged inside Danny’s chest… The picture frame gave him a new life with Clockwork, from the very beginning. But he’d lose everything else and kickstart an unmanageable cult.
He couldn’t give up his friends, his family, his human life. He couldn’t give up his ability to protect Amity. Perhaps all those things would fade from importance in his mind as he became more and more other, but for now they were razor sharp. That made his choice clear.
“The manacles,” he mumbled to Clockwork’s avatar. He could work around the drawbacks (even if part of him resisted the notion that the drawbacks were drawbacks).
The avatar stroked Danny’s hair. An excellent choice.
“How,” said Danny, trying to recollect his thoughts, “how do they work?”
Danny’s eyes fluttered as he saw the chains on the manacles again. The way they felt on his skin was just like what he remembered.
Skills that go unused are lost in the Dream. These find them and bring them to you, bind them to you, so they are never lost again. Clockwork’s avatar plucked one of the chains. It felt as if someone had traced their fingers possessively up one of his arms. Although some of the chains have other functions. It nuzzled Danny as something deep below in Clockwork’s depths began to chime. One can never be too connected to those they Love.
Danny woke in his bed and moaned. His pillow was wet with drool. Evidently, he had left his body behind this time. That happened, on occasion, when he went to the Dream. He was never sure how he felt about it.
He raised his hands up above his head. As expected, the manacles were not visible, but he did feel more… connected to the world around him. Being connected was good. It meant that what happened before wouldn’t happen again. It meant that he wouldn’t be lost.
He lowered his hands, clasping them over where his heart would have, should have been.
The connections, though, were mostly to Clockwork, who was as inhuman as any of the others Danny protected Amity Park from. Should that bother him? He thought of what Nocturne had said in the other timeline, the one where he had chosen the mask. He’d known, already, that as much as Clockwork protected him, he also kept him in a state where he needed that protection. Wasn’t it natural? Wasn’t it the desire to keep Loved ones close?
His breath hitched as he briefly felt the soothing mental weight of Clockwork’s Love increase.
It was fine, wasn’t it?
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really wanna send a request with a ship with one of those prompts. but i’m not sure which ships you’re okay with and the ones you aren’t.
Allow me to make a list for some of the ships I like and what show they’re part of! And if the ship you have in mind isn’t on the list, just give me the ship name and the show it’s from and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable writing for it or not. 😁
Phineas and Ferb
Phineas x Isabella [OTP]
Vanessa x Monty
Linda x Lawrence
Ferb x Ginger (or any of the other Fireside Girls)
Baljeet x Mishti
Buford x Gretchen
Ferb x Vanessa [either during the AYA timeframe, or with their ages tweaked so they’re at least closer in age if not the same age - or even a one-sided situation cuz those are always cute/funny/angsty]
Doofenshmirtz x Charlene [Pre-Show]
Candace x Jeremy
Perry x his job [jk, but seriously]
I also ship Doofenshmirtz hard with my OC, Alice Schnitzel, but I doubt you know anything about her, lol, also I’m probably gonna do these more likely than OTHER ships tbh (also I do not touch Perryshmirtz - we don’t talk about that ship around me 😳)
Sonic the Hedgehog
Sonic x Sally [OTP]
Sonic x Galaxina [also OTP]
Tails x Cosmo
Knuckles x Rouge
Shadow x Rouge
Vector x Vanilla
Antoine x Bunnie
I probably have more than that but I don’t have any else that come to mind. XD
Invader Zim
Zim x Zita [OTP] (Note: I do not follow show canon and consider Zim to be a child)
Dib x Tak (Note: The above statement applies to here also)
Zim x Gaz
I don’t have as many ships for IZ as I previously thought…huh…(and no I do not do ZADR, I’m a ZADF kinda gal)
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Pinkie x Discord [OTP] (FIGHT ME)
Pinkie x Cheese Sandwich
Fluttershy x Discord
Fluttershy x Cheese Sandwich
Rainbow Dash x Soarin’
Applejack x King Sombra (thanks for that @ad-post-it)
Twilight Sparkle x Flash Sentry (Again, FIGHT ME)
Derpy x Flash Sentry
Spike x Sweetie Belle
Apple Bloom x Tender Taps
I DEFINITELY have more ships in this fandom than THAT. 😂 shipping is too easy in MLP.
Star vs the Forces of Evil
Star x Tom [OTP]
Marco x Kelly
Star x Marco
Eclipsa x Globgor
Milo Murphy’s Law
Milo x Amanda [OTP]
Melissa x Bradley [also OTP]
Melissa x Zack
Gravity Falls
Dipper x Pacifica [OTP]
AAAAAAAND THERE YOU HAVE IT! The list of ships I’m most likely gonna definitely say yes to writing for! Again, if your ship isn’t on this list, that doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for it - give it a try and see what happens! But if it’s NOT from any of the shows, chances are I might not know about it, so do me a favor and gimme some info on the couple, particularly what show/content they’re from so I can do research.
Thank you so much for considering asking me for a request! 🥰
#phineas and ferb#sonic the hedgehog#invader zim#my little pony:friendship is magic#star vs the forces of evil#milo murphy's law#gravity falls#shipping#prompt list#otp#my otps#for fanfiction#phinabella#sonsal#zazr#pinkiecord#startom#milanda#dipcifica
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I just wanted to say a) oh my gods the cute laiden fluff I die. b) holy crap you wrote that cute Little!Lambert fic I found a bit ago! Nice!! And c) rawrkin explicitly told me you were nice and worth messaging and who am I to pass up such an endorsement? I love your stuff it's very good. 💜💜💜
Considering I’ve already come and made a twit of myself in your inbox in response to this, I’ll keep it brief (and in reverse order). C) @rawrkinjd is out there being lovely and spreading rumours that I’m nice XD We all know they are the real sweetheart here! B) I’ve had a few more asks about Little Lambert come in (with Aiden getting involved too...) so there may be more of that to come. C) Fluff is where my heart will always lie. There are so many unhappy endings in real life, let fandom be where everyone gets to be happy and cute. With that in mind, I may work a hint of Laiden into your thank you ficlet which is a vague companion/follow-up to this one. :D
It seemed that Yennefer wasn’t best pleased with how winter was shaping up. The path up to the keep was still open and Lambert had been glancing out towards the approach regularly, as if expecting someone. Eskel seemed to be in on it, sometimes standing with him, a hand on the small of Lambert’s back, murmuring a soft “he’ll be here” at times. That already had Yennefer rolling her eyes. She still seemed quite bitter that her spell to turn the witchers into children hadn’t taught whatever lesson she wanted to instill in them.
As it tended to be, things came to a head with Jaskier. He had tugged playfully at one of the decorative ribbons on Yennefer’s dress as they moved around the dining hall, settling down for dinner. As Jaskier sat down, Lambert glanced longingly towards the door with a sigh.
“Have your happy families,” Yennefer growled and Jaskier was enveloped in a puff of purple smoke. As it cleared, a large eyed child sat in his place.
Nobody dared move for a moment, taking in the sight of a de-aged Jaskier until Lambert cleared his throat. “Oh no. He’s adorable.”
Not just adorable, also impeccably well mannered. Jaskier ate his dinner, already behaving like a dainty little lordling. It was all endearing and none of the witchers could look away from a toddler who had more table manners than the lot of them combined.
“Thank you very much for dinner,” Jaskier lisped. and Vesemir could see every stone cold witcher heart thaw in the room - including his own.
Settling Jaskier down for the night was an easy affair, he was sleepy, seemed quite determined that as it was evening, he would go to bed. That night, the wolves gathered in front of the fire and sighed.
“I didn’t think children could ever be this polite.” As he spoke, Vesemir stared into the fire. “None of you lot were ever this good.”
Famous last words. In the morning, Jaskier was gone. Not disappeared but definitely nowhere to be found. His altered scent led the witchers on a merry trail across the whole keep. Even worse, there was the occasional childish giggle and the patter of feet but Jaskier was nowhere to be found. They spent a whole morning looking, splitting up and taking different floors and wings of the keep, even going into areas that had been considered closed off for decades because nobody wanted to remember what happened behind certain doors.
It was futile, Jaskier was nowhere to be found. Even worse, the trail grew cold, there were no pattering feet or more giggles. The witchers reconvened in the dining room, looking haggard already, only to find Vesemir stood in the middle, staring up into the rafters, one hand raised to silence his wolves. Without a word, he pointed up into the vaulted ceilings. Only thanks to enhanced vision did the witchers see the small figure draped over a girder, arm dangling limply as Jaskier slept.
“How to we get him down from there?” Eskel asked, looking around.
“My question is, how did he get up there?” The counter from Lambert was also a fair one.
Before any answers could be give, Geralt broke into a run with “he’s rolling!” grunted between puffs of exertion. Sure enough, Jaskier had turned from his back to his side and gravity was doing its thing. Almost in slow motion, Jaskier toppled from the rafter.
“Eskel! Aard!” Geralt yelled. Only years of training together had Eskel sending a moderate blast towards Jaskier’s falling body. It won them enough time that Geralt could leap the final few meters and he caught Jaskier in his arms, his own shoulder slamming into the ground rather than their bard’s.
“Again! Again! Again!” Jaskier trilled, seemingly waking up without any kind of transition from sleep to sleepy to awake. Before anyone could react, he was up and off, rushing into the kitchen and, a moment later, running across a beam up high. “Catch me Geralt!”
The next minute Jaskier was falling again with a childish “whee!” and Eskel had to use aard to direct him towards Geralt once again. Thus the newest game was born. Jaskier had boundless energy to run, climb and jump, only to repeat again. And again. And again. Even Eskel was feeling the strain, his signs coming out weaker while Geralt huffed and puffed at having to run around to catch Jaskier who jumped off random beams, never the same one.
“Last one, then it’s lunch time,” Vesemir’s voice was clear through the hall and Jaskier took a running jump, almost missing Geralt as Eskel’s aard didn’t give him enough of a boost.
Sitting at the table, Jaskier eyed the plate of food, heated up remains from the previous night. While the witchers tucked in, Jaskier pushed it around on his plate before shoving it away.
“I don’t like it.”
“You ate it yesterday,” Geralt replied around a mouthful.
“But I don’t like it today. I want grouse.”
Even if Kaer Morhen had a stash of grouse, they wouldn’t have cooked any just because Jaskier was being picky. They ignored his indignant kicking of the table leg. The first sniffle and smell of salty tears had all of them looking up. Jaskier’s cheeky were ruddy red and large crocodile tears trickled down his cheeks.
“But I want grouse,” he wailed, voice breaking on a shriek.
Vesemir had honestly thought he had seen everything in his many years. But not once had he watched a child slither down a chair, muscles lax yet tight with rage. On the floor, Jaskier truly let loose, screaming, little fists pounding into the stone of the floor. The witchers all froze and stared at each other, not knowing what to do.
“If you won’t eat it, you’ll go hungry,” Vesemir ventured when Jaskier took a breath. Another howl of rage was his only answer.
Eskel was the first to decide this wasn’t for him. He picked up his plate and carried it into the kitchen, finishing his meal there, Geralt rapidly joining him. A look was exchanged between Vesemir and Lambert, neither wanting to be the last one left with a hysterical child. By virtue of being nearer the door, Vesemir won and made his hasty retreat.
Left alone with Jaskier, Lambert looked at his plate and then towards the door that led to the entrance of the keep. When no help seemed to come, he shrugged and kept eating.
There was a lull in Jaskier’s theatrics and Lambert felt a small wave of relief. “Hey kid, you done?”
“No.” More screaming.
“Okay.”
Eventually, Jaskier ran out of steam. After lying under the table for a little longer, he climbed out and sat back on his chair, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at the plate.
It was less than a day since Jaskier had turned into a child and already the witchers were tired. Not just the regular fatigue but the kind where they would have fallen into a pile in front of a fire and slept for probably a whole day. Eskel was worn ragged from all the signs, Geralt from the stress of catching Jaskier, Lambert’s nerves were fraying from the screaming and Vesemir thought he was too old for this shit. Sadly, his concoction only worked on witchers, otherwise he would have already pinned Jaskier down and forced a dose of the stuff down his throat.
The main door to the keep opened and a newcomer strolled in. A little put off by the lackluster greeting, Aiden followed his nose and found the others in the dining hall, a child opposite Lambert.
“You came,” Lambert sighed a waved. Three heads peered out from the kitchen and Eskel waggled his fingers with a tired smile.
“I did. And who is this? A Child Surprise?”
“Jaskier. The brat. I mean. The bard.”
Looking around, Aiden suppressed a smirk. He had a good idea what had been going on. Rather than make a big thing of it, he pointed at Jaskier’s plate. “You going to eat that?” A stubborn shake of head was his answer. “Sweet. I’m starving so you won’t mind if I-”
He cut off his words as a fork almost stabbed him in the hand. “Guess I’ll get my own plate then.”
The others watched as Jaskier glared at Aiden and hurriedly stuffed his food into his mouth, hunched over the plate. For his part, Aiden hid his triumphant grin and walked into the kitchen, getting a slight shoulder bump in greeting from Eskel.
After lunch seemed to settle down, the wolves were rather hopeful of an afternoon nap. Children did that, right? They piled in front of the fire, grumbling. Aiden joined them, Jaskier sat triumphantly on his shoulders and clutching his hair.
“Now,” Aiden said, “we need to put these big babies to sleep. Can you help me tuck them in?”
Little hands patted the throws down that Aiden draped over the other witchers. He tried not to laugh at how they were all drooping, cuddling up into a tangle of limbs.
A few hours later they woke in various states of decoration. Lambert had a candle stuck up his nose, Eskel’s hair was tied into a lot of small bunchies while Geralt’s face was scribbled on in charcoal and ash, giving him the most incredible eyebrows and scowl. Meanwhile, Vesemir was adorned in anything shiny that could be found in the keep.
“What the-?” Lambert growled and looked up at Aiden who was far too entertained.
“You left me with the kid. We kept ourselves entertained.”
Sitting up, Vesemir had to try and hide his own amusement. “How are you so good at keeping up?”
“He’s no worse than any other kid.” The shrug from Aiden seemed genuine. “You had them here too, didn’t you?” A look at the wolves and Aiden’s eyes went round. “You were all quiet and serious, weren’t you? Other than Lambert but even his firecracker ways were muted by comparison.”
It seemed that destiny had already matched the children to the schools they would fit in with the best. And it was safe to say, if Jaskier had been destined to be a witcher, he wouldn’t have been a wolf.
#geralt of rivia#jaskier#lambert#eskel#aiden#vesemir#de-aged jaskier#witcher wolf pack#tldr: child jaskier is a brat
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7 ,,,, lucky number 7‼👀 (Jotaro and mikki best ship love Mitarooo💓)
"I felt as if his heart was in my hands. I held it. I've never felt more closer to him than at this very moment. I want to cherish him, for the rest of my life.."
Okay, number 7! Accidental kiss!! xD I REALLY like this one! It's similar to corner of the mouth kiss, which is a fave of mine. Thank you, I'll try my best. Read below:
"OOF!" She let out a big huff, dropping the books on the table as she checked her list.
"Chinese Acupuncture, human anatomy, medical languages... da da da... ah!" Mikki squint her eyes looking at the paper, lifting up her reading glasses for a better view.
It was a new day for Mikki Lai. With a 4 year old son and a dojo to look after, she felt she needed another job to do. What she gained from her Judo Dojo wasnt enough to pay bills, and she was desperate to find another career. She had decided to peruse a career in nursing school, with the ambitious plan to become a doctor afterwards. A doctor in what field exactly? She hadn't a clue yet.
"I missed one. N-Neuro-science.. isn't that..brains stuff?! Ugh what am I getting myself into??" Mikki sighed, she was overwhelmed. She never worked so hard for anything other than her usual martial arts. Her knowledge of human anatomy was for hurting people, not the opposite. She sighed and made her way to the medical section once again. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached for the book. Of course, she couldn't reach it.
'Damn these short genetics.'
Her arm reached up, trying hard to get the damn book. Her stand, Careless Whisper was summoned. The stand's hand touched the book, but was interrupted by a familiar presence.
"I got it."
The green haired woman jumped, startled by the man's voice behind her. Her stand immediately hid away. She knew who it was the minute he spoke. His presence alone she knew.
Jotaro.
What was he doing here? Did he follow her into the library? Whatever the reason, Mikki didn't want to know.
Her eyes were sharp, shooting him a glare right off the bat. Mikki had never gotten along too well with Jotaro. She always saw him as competition, something she couldn't beat, or accept as something she actually yearned for. She was uneasy around him, she didn't like it. The only clarity between them was confusion.
They looked at one another without saying a word. Mikki, keeping her glare dead set on the tall man. Jotaro, feeling a bit awkward looking down at her. He too, couldn't ever voice his true feelings, but his feelings were different from her's. He wanted to be her friend again.
"That's alright, I got it. I don't need your help." Spat the short woman, clear anger in her voice. She once again summoned her stand, but, suddenly felt shivers upon her skin. It wasn't clear why. Jotaro hasn't made a move, it wasn't his doing. Somehow, it was Careless Whisper. The stand froze, along with her user, completely unable to move.
Jotaro raised an eyebrow at this, confused.
"Mikki? What's wrong?"
And with her name on his lips, Mikki's breath hitched, she'd been holding it in. Why had she felt so vulnerable at that moment? For some reason, she felt uncomfortable with Careless Whisper, and Jotaro, together in the same room. She felt almost naked. Her stand was something she always felt shame of, she'd reach an unbelievable amount of strength to gain control over it. But now, after those years they spent apart, it felt strange for Jotaro to see her again. Mikki was nervous.
Jotaro ignored her strange behavior, and went ahead with getting the book anyway. He lifted his arm, his jacket sleeve hanging down, touching the top of Mikki's head. This snapped Mikki back into reality.
"No, dammit Jojo! I said I'd get it!"
As Mikki did a second ago, Jotaro had also been surprised by her calling him "Jojo". She hadn't called him that since they were teenagers.
It seemed the both of them were too nervous to be with each other.
She sighed, hating to climb the shelf but did so anyway without much thought. Her weight ontop of the many books beside her, caused the shelf to collapse. Jotaro's instincts were fast, he held Mikki by her hips to prevent her from falling. This was an even worse mistake. If a single name affected them, a touch was a million times more effective.
Mikki and Jotaro lost their grip and stumbled onto each other. Her glasses falling off her face as gravity pulled her closer to Jotaro.
And with that.... their faces were mere inches apart. Her lips brushed softly against Jotaro's. It certainly felt as if time had stopped. Perhaps, it did..
'I have a few seconds before time starts back up again.. God knows when she'll ever give me another chance.'
And the man with the hat took his chance, he kissed Mikki. The woman who always bickered with him, yelled at him, healed him, spoke with about their dreams and futures, stayed with him even with his bad attitude, his friend, his first kiss, his first love, the woman who held his heart.
He felt bliss when he closed his eyes and touched her. His hand rested gently on her waist, not wanting to scare her. He hated that this couldn't last long. Jotaro knew how awkward it was with Mikki.
Time was back to normal, Mikki had backed away from Jotaro. Her heart skipped beats, barely able to process what had happened. Jotaro, seeing Mikki's own face flushed and now realizing the position they were in, became flustered, his face becoming red. He gulped, starting to sweat and feel embarrassed.
"......"
Just silence. Awkward, nervous silence.
'Did, he just kiss me? What is this... why is my heart racing. I can't move. Jojo's face is so red, he's blushing. Is- is he sweating too?"
Mikki started to notice Jotaro's appearance more, his tan had become even more tanned. Probably from living in Florida, she wondered. He had looked older, with dark circles under his blue eyes. Was he working too hard? The little hair curl that always peaked out from his hat was gone. She thought he finally kept his hair neat now. Her hand became curious, moving through his shirt, feeling his heart pick up it's pace. Mikki's own heart mimicked Jotaro's, racing fast. His hand grazed her knee, sending shivers down her skin. His body radiating a warmth that melted her.
Mikki loved this feeling. She missed him. She craved him. She wanted him.
Mikki wanted Jotaro.
"I felt as if his heart was in my hands. I held it. I've never felt more closer to him than at this very moment. I want to cherish him, for the rest of my life.."
~~~♡
Oke. I am FINALLY FINISHED!!! This took SO LONG WTH. Kinda random how the story shifted from Mikki's career to her feelings around Jotaro. Its just so I can introduce her character a bit.. Yes she's very weird in the fact that she hates him, but actually really cares about him and has strong romantic feelings for him. Jotaro's romantic feelings are the same, he's more laid back about it tho, compared to Mikki. Anyway, PLEASE tell me your thoughts! Anything on anon, whichever...thank you if you read this far lol. Lmk if you liked it!♡ I love this ship and love to write for them♡♡♡
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@whumpmasinjuly Day 1: Introduce yourself and/or your creations
Back from vacation! I get to gloat and say I started Whumpmas-in-July a day early, and we are not going to talk about my sprained or whatever-the-fuck knee that occurred when I was out cosplaying in a forest and not doing anything actually stupid...
Aaanyway, I am FortheTaintedSorrow-Whump, and my blog is devoted to any and all whump that I like (favorites include stress positions, collars/muzzles, dehumanization/experimentation, non-con body modification), and has a special focus on the anime Bungou Stray Dogs.
I write whump content for BSD, and someday, I hope to do a bit of whump art for it. I usually write for Chuuya and Dazai (90% Chuuya XD).
Chuuya is a Mafia Executive, arrogant, stylish, short, has a short temper to match, and is the Yokohama Port Mafia’s greatest martial artist. He also has the ability to control gravity of things he touches. He was forced to join the Port Mafia when Dazai tricked his original gang into turning on him. He highly values loyalty.
Dazai is a former Port Mafia Executive, their master torturer and strategist, was Chuuya’s partner before he defected, and is now a detective in the Armed Detective Agency. He’s tall, styles himself as a lazy, dramatic slacker, but is actually very intelligent and manipulative, and has now been using his skills to help rather than harm as he grows his compassion in the ADA. He has the ability to negate other special abilities with a touch.
I don’t have any single story arc with these characters – instead I have maaaany AUs I am writing with them (well over 30), a Bad Things Happen Bingo Card for Chuuya, and I use them for any prompts I feel like doing. My key AUs that I’m currently working on are: Murder on the Orient Express, Little Mermaid, Cyberpunk Dystopia, and Jumanji.
Here is a list of my current whump writings:
Murder on the Orient Express:
Outnumbered – stabbed, outnumbered
Little Mermaid:
Breathe - drowning, sunken ship
A Fishy Situation - bit of drowning
Cyberpunk:
Experimentation – human experimentation
Jumanji:
Flowers – eaten alive
Bad Things Happen Bingo:
Mouse Trap – locked in a cage
Enduring Solitude – caught in a storm
It’s All Fun And Games – prank gone wrong
Hide and Seek – on the run
Gothic Whump:
Cottage - bandaged
Laboratory – stabbed by a glass shard
Dungeon – chased by a monster
Library - poisoned
Winged Chuuya:
Wing Whump - painful transformation
Pet Whump (Whumptober):
Chuuya made a rather unfortunate choice of partner to go home with one night at a bar, but Amos couldn’t be happier with his new pet.
No.1 - All Trussed Up And Still Nowhere To Go - gaslighting, body modification, barbed wire
No.2 - Talking is Overrated - gagged
No.3 - Who Did This To You? - collared, taunting
No.4 - Trust Fall - taken hostage, drowning
No.5 - I’ve Got Red In My Ledger - betrayal
No.6 - Touch and Go - muzzled, hunger, bruises [nsfw]
No.7 - My Spidey-Sense is Tingling - helplessness, hypothermia [nsfw]
No.8 - Definitely Just a Cold - exotic ‘illness’ [nsfw]
No.9 - Rumors of my Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated - presumed dead, caged [nsfw]
No.10 - Oops I Did it Again - injured, punishment [nsfw]
No.11 - Just Keep Swimming - overstimulation, drowning [nsfw]
No.12 - It’ll Be Fun, They Said - overstimulation, torture, begging [nsfw]
No.13 - That’s Gonna Leave a Mark - burns, conditioning
No. 14 - Under Pressure - punishment, flogged, caned
Other:
Interrogated - torture, dislocated arm, electrocution, painful caretaking
Valentine’s Day – pet whump
Abandoned Castle – broken leg, hunted
I am taking most of July off, so here’s hoping I can continue participating and churn out a bit of new content as well! :D
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Real Love Myself Hours are at 5AM Apparently
I got tagged by @halogalopaghost and @endae so I guess it’s real love myself hours. (5am is a good time for that, right?)
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!
I’m gonna get really sappy right here in the first half... I was in a huge rut before June this year. Yeah, I made a Whole Entire Hobbit costume... but it’s still lacking a jacket so I’m not gonna count that as finished yet. BUT... in June I watched Gravity Falls and fell into the fandom so hard I think my head is still spinning. To date I have written 22 works on AO3 (to the tune of over 79k words), plus my 50k+ unfinished NaNo project, and drawn more in the past two months than I have in the past two years.
And it’s all thanks to Gravity Falls and the wonderful people I have met through this fandom. ANYWAY *cracks knuckles* here’s my 8 top hits of 2020 (and boy was it hard to pick.
1. Age is Just a Number and Gender an Illusion This one takes the first spot because it’s the first fic that I wrote in the Gravity Falls Universe. I was just looking for fics where the main characters were enby and there weren’t a lot of Stan. So I made one of my own. There are a lot of inconsistencies with this fic because I was still getting a feel for the universe, but I still love it a lot.
2. A Small and Trusting Thing I wrote most of this in a insomniac fever dream on my phone at like... 3am. And then the image of Mabel floating in front of the open black maw of the portal wouldn’t leave me alone so I drew it. This takes such a high ranking because... it’s the first legitimate art that I made in well over 3 years. I hadn’t regularly drawn anything since I kinda... dropped out of The Hobbit Fandom, so this was a huge accomplishment for me.
3. Soosly 2020 Entries Ok, so this is kind of a cheat but I honestly couldn’t pick just one. Soon after I rejoined tumblr (after being functionally gone since 2016), I discovered Soosly and... well... I had to celebrate my favorite lad. Of these four works... “There’s Wisdom in the Delicate Art of Punching” and “A Real Family Man” are my two favorites. I feel like I really got the tone of Stan and Soos’s son-ployee relationship down in those two pieces and I... I’m just so soft for them, yall.
4.The Invitation Another thing I did as soon as I returned to Tumblr was create an AU because that’s what all the cool kids seemed to be doing. XD So I came up with my Professor Stan AU... and promptly wrote nearly 10k of utter chaos. I love my little robot dino mayhem disaster with all my heart.
5. Packing Heat This is still one of the silliest, plotless little bits of domestic mystery trio nonsense I have ever written. It requires minor knowledge of gender affirming devices but like... what’s funnier than yeeting your gross homemade ding dong at someone who is vexing you? Nothing. That’s what.
6. how do I feel by the end of the day I said I was gonna do it and by golly I did it... to the tune of 14k words. So far this is my longest FINISHED fanfic of all time and I couldn’t be prouder of it. It was a wonderful chance to examine all of Stan’s years on the road and write about his family caring for him.
7. Imposter Bill Cipher We’re getting into the art now and there’s... not much yet, I hope next year there will be more. But this dumb Among Us Bill Cipher is kinda... I love him. He’s shaped like a potato. A murderous potato with homicide on the brain.
8. No thoughts, head empty. Just a girl and her pig. I drew this as a reaction to being told my art was getting better. And. Yeah. With this drawing I started to see it. I love Waddles’ lil cheek squish, I drew my favorite Mabel sweater, I drew a hand I didn’t immediately hate. I... somehow got 400+ notes which hasn’t happened on anything original of mine since I made that stupid Forcibly Escorted meme format post about the One Ring. XD I hope to improve more this coming year... but for now this simple art of a girl and her pig serves to remind me that I CAN do it. And that means a lot to me.
Honorary mentions: This Hand and What it is Attached To I refuse to link the actual image because tumblr nerfed it the first time, but it’s the best Stan I have ever drawn. In a similar vein... all the smut that I have written this year also goes in honorary mention. I like all of it too much to pick a favorite.
Thank you so much for tagging me in this, it was a wonderful walk down memory lane. I’m always weird about tagging people in stuff like this but... @avi17 and @singing-sorrowless, you were the two people that immediately came to mind. You don’t have to do it, but I wanted to tag you just in case you wanted to. ^^
#tag chain thingy#love yourself hours#2020 wrap up#my writing#my art#This has been a LOT of gravity falls this year.#hopefully next year I'll have more costuming thrown back into the mix
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Art ask stufffff: 1,3,5,6,7,13,15,20,25. You don't have to answer all of them if you think there are too many for one post, but for reasons I put a bunch!! Just for you!! And here is a beautiful merman for good vibes!! 🧜🏻♂️ And a fencing man for the heck of it!!🤺
1. Show your most recent wip: Uh, Which one?!
I got like 50!
3. Least favourite things to draw?: fat bellies. i have . . . a lot of personal issues I'm trying to work on. So . . . yeah. That's not happening.
5. Anything you haven't drawn yet but want to?: Legend of Zelda. It just looks so pretty i want to get my little art fingers all over it!
6. Which artists inspire you right now?: @linadoonofficial The way they draw Cats characters is just . . . something about it really just hits me in a very comforting place.
7. Favourite works of all time excluding your own?: uhhh, probably the one that's been my icon since as long as i can remember?
I have no idea who painted it, if it's 100 years old or 20 or even what it's called but i love it!
13. Show your favourite drawing from last year:
I am SO proud of this piece!
15. Biggest artist pet peeve?: When people say "You can't use references!" Shut Up! maybe some people have super powers but i don't!
20. What works have you drawn fanart of?: Cats, Starlight Express, Star Wars, Gravity Falls, Supernatural, Tales of Arcadia, Silent Hill and a lot of others i haven't uploaded.
25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?: Sadistic and Horny XD both would be wrong.
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