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Fentons family's guide Section on being an evil assistant to a supervillain
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Fentons family's guide to being an evil assistant to a supervillain
Guide by Jazmin Fenton in case of employment with a supervillain.
Being an evil assistant or henchmen is surprisingly a very stable source of an income stream all things considered.
You just need to find a boss. A as in singular it's very important, who is pathetic and or stupid enough to constantly have their large scale plan failing even without the hero's Involvement.
And while their large scale plan for taking over the world with a weapon of mass destruction could be feasible if only they didn't think to actually use it. Using it to threaten the world leaders for sway is the correct way. It is the most unused method the one being used most is the method of actually using the weapon of mass destruction for mass destruction.
You as the evil assistant then have the responsibility to make sure that the villain doesn't/ can't use said device to destroy the world. The heroes can help. Later then take the blame for the failure absolving you of involvement.
Being a good evil assistant is babysitting the evil boss.
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"Oh man never thought I'd actually need to use the 'Fenton guide' Jazz made me." Danny mumbled quietly and heaved a sigh of relief when he had found it among his hastily packed together bag.
Jazz had been the one making both of their emergency bags when she had told him about the guide. He hadn't appreciated it then now he truly did now with everything going on.
God he missed Jazz so much. He wanted to see her so badly he wanted to hold her hand like when they were kids. He really wanted her hand to squeeze his back in reassurance that everything was going to be fine.
Danny tried holding back his sobs at the thought. He couldn't stop the mist in his eyes or his hands shaking holding the little booklet.
But he wanted her safe and far away from everything even more. He wanted his friends to be safe with his sister. It didn't matter if he had to be far away working getting those crystals every way he could think of. His friends and sister needed money to keep them safe, hidden and taken care of. They needed that money and crystals and if Danny had to choose between his morals and fright he would always choose his true family. Morals be damned.
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He hadn't expected the costume to be so good in quality. That had surprised him the most the second being how easy it would be getting a job with villains. Turns out working as an "meta" henchmen who knew everything from fighting to logistics and machinery was a rarity in this dimension. Who would have guessed it with all the metas and enhanced humans going about? And omg they even have aliens in this dimension!
Getting the money for the crystals had been going surprisingly smoothly. Everything had been going so smoothly that of course it had to be ruined! The villain Danny was working for had gotten noticed and promptly got beat. Which meant he didn't have an employer anymore at least until a breakout was orchestrated. So no more job until then.
And Danny had finally managed his way to the middle hierarchy in that organization! Now he would need to go looking for evil henchmen positions again! It wasn't even a good season to go looking for openings in other organizations.
Damn it that bat furry in Gotham and his flock of birds. Don't they get how hard it is for a henchmen to find descant work!?
Maybe he should go with the duo villain and assistant type next time.
Thank you so much for reading I hope it was enjoyed!
Danny in the lair after having saved his villain boss from Batman after said villain had their scheme blown up in their face. Danny knew the plan would fail miserably but at this point he didn't care. He stopped trying to help when it came to schemes ages ago.
+Some art
Idk if I've posted this idea before but I've had this thing bouncing around in my head for a while.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#batman#danny fenton#Danny Fenton in Shego outfit working#he needs them money's#Evil henchmen/ assistant Danny#fanfic?#Danny getting work done#it surprises the rogues of Gotham#Red hood totally wants him for work reasons only (^ ^)#I need to use the sleep#Danny surviving on coffee and spite
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Huskerdusk NFSW thoughts of mine: they will be e m o t i o n a l
Also I’m making them age compatable too
Something something husk and alastor’s first time as a form of angel healing from his trauma and feeling loved. Just the two of them and angel at first acting very performative like he’s been taught in the studio putting on a show but husk showing him he doesn’t need too, showing him what real love is like
Real intimacy starting with husk giving angel a bath and treating him real gently, washing his hair and taking care of him and angel doing the same thing back (soggy wet cat moment from husk) both of them ensnared by the moment loving each other knowing that they’ve both been through shit. It might be messy, angel will take a long to accept the love. They will fight and hurt each other without ever intending too initially. It would break him down inside as fear overtook and he instinctiy rejected the affection but husk could help him, trying over and over and gradually building up genuine trust
Or another situation where they are cuddling and making out or even just taking a shower together and angel instinctively starts performing and acting for husk but husk rejects it. Angel doesn’t have to do these things husk just wants to be close to him and he breaks down as they hold each other in the shower angel crying as the water pours over both of them drowning out all outside sounds. (More soggy wet cat moment from husk too XD) eg angel thinks he owes or has to give sex to husk and doesn’t consider his own boundaries maybe even not considering husks in some scenarios, despite this they try again and again, angel learning to listen to his compass again and learn what he wants. I also think as he and husk grow a deeper bond he would stop over stepping boundaries as much
I think husk would make angel wait and wouldn’t want to rush stright into sex. They’d be intimate and angel would try and perform excatly like the audience would want it. Not even thinking about his own pleasure he probally doesn’t even know his like and dislikes because his boundaries have been violated by Valentino. He’s start by saying something like ‘so what are you up for sugar, ropes, chains ect’ and husk would pause and lovingly hold Anthony’s jaw in his paw and say ‘nah you’re up, free choice’. He’s give him the freedom he was lacking and hey maybe Anthony could even start to have fun with sex again. Husk would be sure to be very fucking romantic and intimate (in a sensual but not focused sexual way) and also this healing stuff isn’t one sided husk struggles with his body image too (canon he doesn’t like his hell form)
So angel would help with this and with husks deeper issues
Angel would cook husk some decent fuckin food too bc aporently husk only eats ‘shitty bar food’ I’ve been brushing up on the wiki haha and one of angels likes is Italian food and seeing as husk speaks Italian he might dig it haha. Might even suprise angel with his hidden polyglotism. As in angel would cook em Italian for a date
The two of em bonding over hating parts of their hell forms, for angel it’s aporently his feet and for husk it’s his cat-like features and general form. Or even if angel couldn’t help him accept it he could help him change it: hair dye and stuff.
DUDE THESE TEO R GIVING ME BRAIN WORMS WOULD ANYONE READ A FIC IF I WROTE ONE?
BRO I LOVE THESE GUYS
#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#husk#angel x husk#fanfic?#ever since I saw the ep with poison this has been rotating in my brain
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Imagine one day mario has an important meeting which(to his disappointment) has a formal dress code.
mario wakes up early and gets dressed, throwing on dress clothes and a red tie tiredly.
He walks into the castle, getting small stares from some toads and hearing some of them whisper to each other.
"Do I really look that weird?" He thinks before shrugging it off and entering the room for the meeting.
As soon as Peach sees his outfit, she lets out a quiet snort.
"What? I've been getting weird stares all morning. What's all this about?" He huffs slightly annoyed
"Mario, your tie" Peach says, pointing at his tie with a grin on her face
"What about my... tie..." As soon as mario noticed his face went bright red.
He was wearing dks tie.
Dk had left his tie at his house, and mario mistook it for one of his ties.
"Oh god" he groaned softly, his head in his hand
#i couldn't think of more#so here take this#mario x donkey kong#donkey kong x mario#super mario movie#mario x dk#donkario#dkario#fanfic?#drabble?#idk what to call this
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Of course as a dragon, you live for eternity. But Neuvillette never knew that his eternity with Wriothesley had ended only just as it had begun.
A statue was built in the Fortress of Meropide in remembrance of him, with new lakelight lillies everyday.
The day the duke died, the storms in Fontaine began, and for fifteen years, they never let up.
Neuvillette knew he wasn’t coming back. He had lost many friends, lovers, and family over the course of his infinite life, but he couldn’t cope with this loss.
He expected to be confronted by the people of Fontaine about the situation years ago. But it never happened.
🌊…
“Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!”
The thunder and lightning ceased in a second. That voice, it was all too familiar, but it wasn’t his. It was the voice of a child. (9-10y for reference)
The image of his lover was pasted onto this child, and the storms in Fontaine calmed to a mere sprinkle.
The chief justice did not believe in reincarnation, but in that moment he would believe you if you told him that Melusines lived in liyue.
The child’s name was Rio, and he was an orphan.
The ludex “adopted” this child, taking care of him as any “father” would do.
He often thought about how similar the two are, The child and the duke.
The rain in Fontaine let up after a few months, children finally happy the hydro dragon wasn’t “crying” anymore.
🐺…(4-5 years later)
“Dad, why did you adopt me?” Rio asked as he picked at his dinner. “Finish your food, then ask questions.” The dragon huffed. “But why? I’m not special!” The teenager whined. “I’ll give you this; you know that statue we visit every morning before school?” The chief justice gave in. “Yeah? What about it?” Rio called in question. “You remind me of him.” Neuvillette finished, standing up to rinse his plate. “Thats it? I remind you of him? No secret backstory or anything?” The black haired child protested, to no avail as his father was already heading to bed.
Days passed, and the pestering never ceased. The dragon had years of patience, but it had seemingly vanished within a week. “But dad-“ “Enough, Rio. We will talk after dinner.” The ludex huffed as he began to eat his food.
Soon after, the hyperactive adolescent waited for his father to start explaining.
“There was a dragon, a very lonely dragon. He had lived for hundreds of years before he found a wolf. The wolf loved to get in trouble, and the dragon had to get him out of it. They were very close, and they had a lot of fun together.” The teenager didn’t understand what this meant in relation to why he was adopted, but he listened anyway.
“One day, the dragon realized he liked the wolf, but not how you like your friends. No, he loved the wolf, and wanted to be by his side forever. He told the wolf how he felt, and the wolf loved him too. They were happy together, but they had to keep their relationship a secret. A dragon and a wolf couldn’t be together, no, that was forbidden. So they kept each other company in their own privacy. Holding hands behind their backs, sneaking off together, and spending time when no one else was around.” At this point, Rio was invested. He started to wonder how his almost expressionless father could come up with such an imaginative story.
“After a while, the dragon started to wonder what it would be like if they weren’t a secret. What would people say? Would they hate them? Would they love them? He was happy, yes, but he wanted to be more than a secret. The wolf wanted the same, but he couldn’t lose his position to the public. He cared for the dragon deeply, much more than he cared about his job, and that’s why he couldn’t be seen with him. He was afraid people would treat the dragon differently, and he knew the dragon was sensitive.”
“A few weeks go by, and the two are happy. They still are secret, but are a little less shy about their public acts. One night, they get into a fight. The wolf was talking to another wolf, and the dragon didn’t like that. He told the wolf and the wolf got mad. He said the dragon was jealous, and the dragon admitted to it. The wolf yelled at the dragon, and told him they weren’t together so he shouldn’t be jealous. The dragon felt betrayed, and ran away, but the wolf was sorry. It was too late though, the dragon was gone.”
“It had been days before the wolf found the dragon, but the dragon didn’t want to see the wolf. The dragon repeated what the wolf said and turned away, causing the wolf to feel worse. The wolf apologized and said he didn’t mean it, and asked the dragon if they could be together, for real this time. The dragon was overjoyed, he immediately said yes and hugged the wolf.” A small tear rolled out of the Ludex’ eye before he could catch it, but before the teen could see it, he wiped it away.
“A few months after they became public, the wolf had a very big job to do for his people, and had to leave for a few weeks. The dragon understood and said goodbye and wished him good luck.”
“The wolf never came back. Days, then weeks, then months, then a year before the dragon heard anything. The wolf had finished the job and was heading home when he got… uhh…. shot by hunters. The dragon was devastated. He didn’t believe it at first, then he was furious. At the hunters and the wolf. He promised to make it home safe, so why had he gone and died? The dragon found and killed the hunters out of rage. Then the dragon was sad, so sad that the place where he lived was affected by his depression.”
“It rained so hard it could crack a wine glass, and the dragon didn’t care. The world would pay for its mistake. Years went by, and the dragon stopped feeling. Love, pain, sadness. The storms raged on but the dragon didn’t mind. The dragon couldn’t live anymore, he just survived.”
“Then one day, one of the few when he would go on walks to watch the storm, the dragon found a puppy. And when he saw that puppy, the storms relaxed into a soft rain. The puppy looked just like the wolf, sounded like him, smelt like him, just younger. Of course he knew it wasn’t the wolf, but he didn’t care. The puppy didn’t have any parents or friends, so he took him in.”
“As the puppy got older, the dragon realized how similar he was to the wolf. The dragon almost cried tears of joy the first time the puppy called him dad, but how could he cry when he couldn’t even feel? The dragon knew he couldn’t replace the wolf because that was his lover, but the puppy was his child.”
Neuvillette sat up from his slouched posture on the couch to watch his son’s reaction, only to find a tear streaked awe-struck face in return. “What is the matter?” The chief justice asked the teen. “You’re the dragon, and Wriothesley is the wolf, isn’t he? And I’m the puppy?” He hugged out before another waterfall of tears fell down his face. “How’d you know?” The Ludex smiled. (somewhat) “Dad you don’t try very hard to hide the fact that you are most definitely the ‘hydro dragon’ of Fontaine. And Wriothesley looks like a wolf, doesn’t he? Do I look like a wolf? No, I look like a dog, and young dogs are puppies!…..” The dragon watched his son lovingly ramble about anything and everything, hoping that his wolf could see him too.
authors note-
A lil short story I thunk up while looking at fanarts! 😋 angst. Story.
(I’m deeply obsessed with this ship to the point where it devours my every waking thought.)
#neuvillette#wriothesley#wriolette#genshin impact#genshin fluff#genshin angst#wriolette angst#SECRET WRIOLETE LOVECHILD#reincarnation#⭐️’s rambles!#chilli rambles now 🌶️#fanfic?#found family
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Comfort Character Scenario: the Subway Bosses and the Sleeper Subway
You have a long travel ahead of you, so you embark on an overnight journey (or a few nights!) aboard Nimbasa City's new sleeper subway!
(I'm not going into details about how it schedules with the battle subway or how it would basically leave Nimbasa because lore canon whatever doesnt matter. Just the comfort and the boys)
You enter your assigned cabin, complete with a cozy bed and bed coverings, and smaller things such as snacks and earplugs if need be. It's late and the room is dark all except for a small lamp on the little table next to your bed and sometimes lighting from outside sources, from the moon to occasional lampposts or buildings.
A cool part about this trip is that the usually busy subway bosses are scheduled to monitor the subway this time around. During the day, they're usually battling other trainers on the subway in the designated battle sections, but at night, the twins take turns keeping watch. One would sleep for some hours while the other walks about the locomotive, making sure everything is as it should be. Or, quietly and gently helping any passenger that may need their assistance. Then, that twin would sleep and the other would do the same.
You lay snug in bed, but secretly long for at least a moment of attention from the bosses. Luckily, you knew them personally already and had their number on your phone, so just one little text to them both wouldn't do any harm, right?
Sure enough, one of them gently knocks on your cabin door from the outside (whichever youd prefer!) before cautiously opening the door and stepping inside. He smiles warmly at you, baiting a sigh of relief from your chest. This was proof that you were in no way an inconvenience. In fact, by how he softly speaks, it seemed as if your timing couldn't have been better. He has no issue with sitting on the bed next to you while you lay down, saying that they actually do have other staff besides themselves that can attend to people's needs. And as for huge emergencies (or the availability to take calls, he says, which is apparently a big reason they take turns sleeping), such things are not impossible, but rare nonetheless.
Anyways, there you are in cozy lighting and relaxing bedding, the soothing ambience of the rolling train, outdoor wind and weather, your/one of your boys lulling you to sleep with his voice. Various words, whatever soothes you.
Then of course there are the nights when both of them are coming in to "assist" you, when more staff is at high alert and security during the night.
Enjoy your fantastic night's rest on the Nimbasa (or Unova as a whole, why not??) Sleeper Subway!
#submas#subway bosses#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#comfort characters#comfort scene#legit gonna think about this in bed in a sec#ive longed to ride a train and a sleeper train sounds like a NICE experience!#writing#my writing#fanfic?#or at least potential fanfic material#comfort character scenario#pokemon#reader insert
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A Letter from Mizu
Now to send a reply to that troublesome onryo...
Thanks so much for starting this project, @todaywefvight. Doing the most for our girls!!!
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neuvillette follows up with the prisoner...
Neuvillette: "You mind telling me what you've done to the prisoner?"
Wriothesley: "What? He's completely fine."
Neuvillette raises his eyebrow and looks over to the prisoner, Tartaglia, slumped in his cell, looking like an absolute mess. His head lolls over and he grins up at Neuvillette.
Tartaglia: "What, are you here for a rematch? I'll take you both, you know."
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Have a very quick Chess-Husbands-Julian-POV-Ramble-Thing that I don't have the energy to think of a title for or to edit
(sorry for any mistakes in this)
No Getting Feelings had been part of the contract, right from the beginning. He’d set it out, clear and simple: No Feelings, No Commitment, and No Special Treatment.
He hadn’t been worried about himself, obviously. Let’s be honest, this was Julian Fawcett, former MP (disgraced), whose cold, decrepit heart had (literally) given up on him, getting it off with an actual caveman, who sometimes chased squirrels like a dog.
No Getting Feelings – perfectly easy for him, perhaps a bit harder for Robin who got attached to the moon and mice and various people who’d long been sucked off (perhaps in more than one way, Julian hadn’t got round to asking yet), but all in all, not too difficult because the caveman was, well, a caveman, who’d seen everything, lost most things, and dismissed Christmas, weddings, government, and canapes as silly fads. (There really was no convincing him on the merits of bite-sized, caviar crostini or a devilled egg – would leave me starving – yes, that’s the point, all the more room for the wine-dinner – would rather eat bum – I’m sure you would).
Really, the whole thing had just been a formality, a little precaution – look, Julian had been caught out before. And yeah, he was dead, but that didn’t mean other dead people couldn’t make you after-life into hell – or, you know, a precursor to hell, if this was purgatory. He’d just said it, because that’s what you – he – did when anything like this started anyway. No Feelings, No Special Treatment, No Commitment – the big three – and sure, there were a few others (No Sleeping in My Bed – broken after two weeks; No Suggestive Looks in Company – dismissed after a month or so, because honestly, some people were dense) – but it was important to get those three in straight off.
And look, Julian had intended to keep to the contact – but, well, you know, it was like the Great British public always said, like what the BBC, and every journalist were always reminding everyone: never trust a word a politician says.
In his defence, he really hadn’t thought it would require any effort to stick to the rules. He really hadn’t considered that games of chess, finding the same things funny, doing some actual stargazing, and dipping into a few too many deep-tragic-conversations might actually dredge something up in him besides his basic need to get off.
Still, stranger things have happened – men on the moon, The Green Party getting seats, that time in Amsterdam with the contortionist – becoming a ghost. All of that to say, yes, it did come as a bit of a shock when half-way through some god-awful Music Club, Julian had found himself not wincing at Pat rendition of Fernando, but looking over at Robin, who was absolutely into the performance, like he was with most music, come to think of it, because let it be said, the caveman’s taste was anything that made a kind-of-vaguely-musical-sound, and yes, Julian was trying to refine this a bit, but back to the point. He was looking over at Robin, all in his element, and then, he was having this warm, gooey feeling, the kind of feeling that could only be compared to a menu trying to tempt you into getting the caramel brownie sundae over the cheese board or the expresso with a shot of whatever liquor was on offer – except, well, this time, Julian was swayed.
Alright, so it wasn’t that simple and he’d be doing some creative photoshopping of the truth if he was to suggest it was all mushy-lovey-dovey from that moment on. Yes, he had a good few oh-god-oh-god-oh-god moments, two months of trying to avoid Robin (easier than you’d think, living in the same house and all), a false declaration of being sick-to-death-or-whatever-the-already-dead-equivalent-was of chess, and then a simple demand of what is your big problem now?, a whole bunch of rambling and walking in literal and verbal circles, and an actual crackling of lightening, a clap of thunder, a moment of forgetting they were dead and seeking shelter in the old gatehouse – four-walls, a bed, dry at least, even though it didn’t matter anymore – a brief conversation and then it was all settled in their own way – and no, Julian would not be making any further comment at this time – because no, it wasn’t that kind of story, or that one – and look, if you were to fall into the after-life with a bottle of something decent – or even not, at this point – then he’d probably tell you.
All that to say this: this thing – him and the caveman – had not been part of the plan – had not been part of the deal at all, but he should have known better really, because say what you like about Julian Fawcett, former-MP (disgraced), but know, if you ever need someone without any scruples to break a contract, he’s your man.
#bbc ghosts#my writing#fanfic?#kind of#idk what this is really#chess husbands#julian fawcett#robin#possibly awful oh well have it anyway
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So I’ve talked about the people who were left in purgatory being sent to an actual after life version of purgatory and I would just like to expand on that.
Honestly, even if this happens I don’t think this next part I’m about to mention will, I want to make that very clear- like most things this is just for fun.
I’ve also mentioned how I love how Philza is more of a side character, but in purgatory that kinda starts to change- or at least there is potential for it to. He is picked team leader, he proves to be great at it and then even wins purgatory which puts him in more of a spotlight because of what happens next.
If I’m right and the people left behind really are dead and sent it a form of after life this could prove to be yet another thing that puts Philza in the spotlight. His wife is the goddess of death after all, and we’ve seen Kristen play on servers as Philza before in a canonical way- even if she didn’t really do anything big.
What I’m getting at is; if Quackity allowed, Phil could have a way to save his fallen friends. (And also Kristen content)
If for some reason purgatory killing people or even just purgatory existing was perceived as a crime against nature then Kristen may be able to intervene.
It’s not too wild a thought; because while Phil is primarily a side character his lore does exist, he has had moments in the main character spotlight. And afterwards he goes right back to his spot in the supporting cast almost seamlessly.
From a story telling perspective it would be a good way to not kill off anyone without undermining what happened in purgatory and how it ended.
#qsmp#mcyt#philza minecraft#live stream#philza#head cannon#storytelling#qsmp quackity#lore#philza lore#qsmp philza#qsmp purgatory#fanfic?
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Pigtails🪆🐰
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A little moment I wrote out of boredom 🏃♀️
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Ragatha was in her room sitting in front of her cute dressing table, she was brushing her beautiful red doll hair with her pastel pink brush with colorful hearts, she was humming nonstop while brushing her hair, until she jumped from the chair to hear a huge noise of the door opening
"Dolly!!!" Said the annoying voice that was definitely Jax's
"Jax! You don't know how to knock on the door!?" Ragatha shouted, irritated by the purple rabbit's voice.
"Why if I have the key to your room?? So I can come in whenever I want" said the rabbit, turning the key to the doll's room on his index finger and with his wide smile that no one in that circus likes
"Whatever, say what you want and leave" said Ragatha still brushing her red hair
"Ah, nothing much, I just want to disturb you hehe" Jax said, sitting on the edge of the doll's bed
"Ugh wow, big s[beep]" Ragatha said, closing her eyes for a while but still brushing her hair
"Wow, you think you're a little princess brushing your hair to go to the ballroom" said Jax mocking Ragatha
"Ugh, what the heck Jax, shut up for at least a minute please" Ragatha said putting away his brush
"Nah, I love bothering others, especially you and the lego pieces" said Jax
"Stop calling Zooble Lego pieces! Zooble doesn't like that nickname or any nickname you give them!" Ragatha said with an irritated tone
"How do you know I'm referring to Zooble??" He said with a smile and raising an eyebrow
"Uh..." Ragatha said nervously thinking about an answer, sometimes she doesn't have the courage to say what she thinks
"Ah come on Raggedy Ann, say what you have to say, I'm not going to tell Zooble" said the rabbit still with his smile
"Oh right, I will never trust you for anything" Ragatha said with an irritated expression
"So you mean Zooble looks like a bunch of Lego pieces?" Jax said laughing at Ragatha's face
"U-uh what?? N-no! I didn't mean anything!" Ragatha said with a nervous tone in her voice.
"Tell that to Zooble, dollface!" Getting out of bed looking like I was going to run out and tell Zooble
"N-no please!!" Ragatha said, getting up from her dressing table stool.
The bunny was making the poor doll nervous and angry, she thought that bunny was going to tell Zooble that she called her Lego pieces, but that was just another lame joke from Jax, as always, to stop him. she quickly ran to Jax, but that damn rabbit put his foot in front of her so she tripped and fell face down on the ground, the rabbit died from laughing so hard at the face of that doll lying on the ground
"Ah Jax! dummy!" shouted the doll angrily
"Hahahaha, that never loses its fun! God, you're so stupid!" Jax said, unable to laugh so hard.
Ragatha carefully gets up from the ground and brushes all the dust off her bluish purple dress.
"You're so unfunny!" Ragatha said with hatred
"Ah, come on doll, it was just a joke! Sensitive!" Jax said laughing.
Ragatha ends up analyzing her hair, it was messy due to hair loss
"Oh no! My hair!" Ragatha said with anger and sadness for her hair and for Jax
“Oh, I messed up the little princess’s hair?? How clumsy I am!” Said Jax with his flat, boring tone
"Stop making fun of me! This isn't funny..." Ragatha said, shaking his hands
She then walks to her dressing table to get her brush again and goes back to Jax.
"You will fix this!" Ragatha said, pointing the brush at the rabbit in front of him.
"Ugh, you're so..." Jax was interrupted by Ragatha pointing the brush even more with more stress
"God, okay little princess, okay..." Jax said in an embarrassed tone
Finally, Jax finishes combing the ragdoll's hair, he made two pigtails, he just made a hairstyle that wasn't funny so Ragatha wouldn't hit him, but it would be very funny, for him. Ragatha looked in the mirror of his dressing table and his eyes eyes widened, she appreciated the hairstyle that the purple bunny did on her hair, and also confused, Jax would never do something like that.
“Wow… it looks… beautiful…” Ragatha said, admiring the simple but beautiful hairstyle
"Thank you..." Jax said looking away blushing, with his arms crossed and a frown on his face, he really thought the doll was cute with two simple pigtails in her hair, but he pretended he didn't think anything, but the doll doesn't notice because she was admiring the beautiful hairstyle that the rabbit made in her hair.
Weeeell and that's it 🤷♀️ I'm not very good at writing
#lalabuu_#tadc#the amazing digital circus#ragatha#ragatha tadc#jax#tadc characters#jax tadc#bunnydoll tadc#Bunnydoll#fanfic?#Bunnydoll fanfic#Ragatha x Jax#Jax x Ragatha
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Dinner at Castle Ravenloft
I've been thinking about Rudolph van Richten attending the dinner at Castle Ravenloft. He'd be in disguise, hiding behind his fake name and accompanying some group of heroes into the dragon's den.
His companions don't know who he is yet, simply that a traveling bard named Rictavio lost his son to the vampire lord of Barovia, and that he'll help them where he can. Anything to avenge his son.
The dinner seems to be going smoothly, with the Devil making conversation with the newcomers, surrounded by his consorts. But one of the heroes notices that their bard companion is far less chatty than usual, and won't stop staring at one of the consorts.
Said consort is a young blond man, his exposed shoulders a tapestry of old scars from battles, all but one survived. If it even was a battle. He is at ease here, leaning against the Devil as he would a lover, enjoying the attention of his companion and the visitors. His eyes are clouded by death, and hidden behind thick red lenses, but are still the same familiar shade of blue.
Its not the staring that Escher notices first, but a familiar smell that reminds him of home, coming from one of the visitors. He tries to shrug it off, to enjoy the night, but as the staring grows ever more obvious, that bard begins to remind him of someone.
#Escher van Richten#curse of strahd#fanfic?#idk#im digging through some discord messages to find all my angsty escher van richten stuff dont mind me#rudolph van richten#cos#spider chatter#not art
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Danny in my Au is wearing the Shego outfit as his own self-appointed uniform. Why?
Kim possible doesn't exist in the dimension he works in. When Danny found out his childhood fiction icon didn't exist he was borderline hysterical.
His childhood icon didn't exist.
One of his inspirations for heroing doesn't exist here and well that's about enough to turn him to the dark side.
He wears the Shego outfit in silent honor of his time spent watching it with his sister.
It is also stated in the Handbook that "having a signature look makes the chances of getting hired for high level evil henchmen jobs go way up." And then there was a picture of Shego.
And maybe Danny thought that Shego always looked really cool.
#you can Not tell me that Danny doesn't fanboy from shows he watched#He fanboys HARD#danny phantom#danny fenton#dpxdc#Evil henchmen/ assistant Danny#Danny in Shego outfit#fanfic?
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If I was gonna write the fanfic this would be how I'd display some of it, some text pages and some with an illustration (just excuse the first draft writing I slapped on it)
Also an excuse to draw Mash :p
#lupin iii#art#jigen#wonderland au#digital art#let me know what you think#Crazy Mash#anime#Illustration#Fanfic?
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I wanna write a AU where Lucy is a broadway star, but what would Tim be? I wanna do a fake dating scenario
Athlete? Actor? Millionaire son?
What would be best
#the rookie#lucy chen#tim bradford#chenford#melissa oneil#eric winter#angela lopez#tim x lucy#nyla harper#fanfic?#fanfiction inspiration
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My brother just sent me these and asked me to post them! So heres his art; Apparently, it's for A Reptile Dysfunction and Hoppy Endings by @amevello-blue @bluepeachstudios and @alicat54cwriting
He didn't give me a lot of details but he told me to read it lolol
#rottmnt#occal#fanfic?#samurai rabbit#i actually have not read this one yet cuz i dont have an ao3 account#i take forever to make them#but he really likes it#sorry abt the vague alt texts i havent actually read the fic yet;;
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Season 3 Jesus Interaction
Aziraphale has an awkward moment with Jesus in Heaven.
Pan to Jesus finding Aziraphale lost in thought starting out the window. Jesus quietly 'tries' to comfort the angel.
Jesus: Sooo, I heard you got kissed by your best friend.
*a quick glance from Aziraphale of sudden embarrassment followed by shock*
Aziraphale: Hhm!
*Jesus continues slowly*
Jesus: Been there. Being betrayed isn't even the worst part. Did he crucify you too?
Aziraphale: Oh. oh. no. No I went up to Heaven myself actually. Part of Gods plan..right?
*he huffs a sort of exasperated breathe with weariness showing in his gray eyes*
Jesus: Oh really? That's rough buddy. Well, welcome back. It's gonna be quiet like this for a while. Best get comfortable.. you know your friend showed me so many amazing parts of the world that I'd normally never see. I'd give anything to see him again.
*Jesus provides a quick but mischievous look to Aziraphale as if prodding him on*
Aziraphale: Per.. Perhaps, you could pay me a visit. For him. That is.
*Jesus beams but continues to smirk knowingly*
Jesus: God's plan I suppose.. oh and I like the yellow bow tie. Adds a touch of color here you know? Need more of that.
Aziraphale: Heh well yes. Just something for the job..
*he looks down and fiddles with it gently, softly brushing the creases out*
Jesus: If you need anything you know who to call. Peace be with you.
*As Jesus parts Aziraphale turns back to the window and faintly kisses the bowtie and parts into a smile. And for the first time since coming to Heaven Aziraphale feels heard.*
Uh yeah never thought I'd be writing Bible fanfic essentially, but here we are. Thanks for reading.
#good omens2#good omens#aziraphale x crowley#aziracrow#jesus#fanfic?#ineffable husbands#season 3 predictions
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