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ghostly-cabbage · 18 days

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We need to talk about the worst thing about making AUs....

The fact that then when you inevitably think about crossovers you don't want the crossover with the canon you want it with your specific AU. Your brain worms, your circus, but THEN WHAT?

Oh, yeah, to understand this crossover you need to go read this entirely different fic/series? Girl help 😭 you can't do that

#high-key this post is about the genrex x dp crossover I started way back when and how I don't think i'll ever be able to go back to it #bc fae and I have literally put such a massive amount of work into f.h:s and fleshing out the world and how everything works and #the characters personalities and development that I genuinely do not wanna write something in the canon universe anymore #like f.h:s has become my default way of thinking about Rex in a creative capacity #we're here just to suffer but also experience untold amounts of joy you know #we're really lucky here in the phandom bc fanon is so prevalent that people are willing to get in on the ground floor with any #wacky crazy fun hcs you can dish out #and i love it here for that #but for the smaller fandoms its... you cant expect your readers to already have an understanding of your specific au and bible length hcs #anyway #in a low-key way this post is also about how #last month Fae and i went insane for several days about our gen rex AU version of Rex ina crossover with Murderbot and it was so fun but al #It was just for fun and for us YES but I keep thinking about and it's objectively hilarious to write something that is for a max of 4 ppl #When you really get to it tho it was actually for a max of 2 people and those two people are named Kei and Fae

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starrysharks · 1 month

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would a person on hiatus do THIS?!?!?!?@?@?@?@

#zeno's art #sketches #splatoon #splatoon 3 #frye onaga #fire & ice #frye and pearl rap battle? the jon davis / fred durst similarities are getting more and more obvious I'M NOT CRAZY!!!#anyway in terms of zeno life (outside of studying): started rereading JTHM again to get juice for reassassination #because like i wish it would just write itself im SICK of writing the first chapter a billion times!!!#JTHM has little mini comic sections inbetween its main bits which would be fun to work into reassass i think #also zomcat has a new name now! hes been rechristened smithereens #completely unrelated to art: the mini chocolate weetabix cereal is so yummy delicious and everybody should try it #ok thats it! zeno out! see you in 3-5 business days!

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cccotard · 6 months

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minisode sara doodle :3

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awesomehoggirl · 1 year

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GUARDIAN ANGELS?

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vaniloqu3nce · 1 year

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EVERYONE STOP.

Hades and Persephone Wenclair Au PLEASE. PLEASE SOMEONE ANYONE.

Wednesday as the lord of the underworld is doing things to my brain that are not healthy for someone with my levels of queer

Enid basically having hell on a leash because her wife does just about anything she says.

“What if we give therapy to some of them? They can’t all be terrible.”

“Yes, dear.”

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robinfollies · 18 days

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smth smth arthur gets sleepy when it’s cold…

#hi im CRAZY ABOUT THEM. BBU ART REQUEST STREAM TODAY I PAID 7 BUCKAROOS AND GOT AN ARTHURSTOTLE JUST FOR ME AND BESTIE TO MATCH WITH #they dropped the tidbit that arthur gets sleepy when it gets cold and i like #i grabbed that and i ran with it #came up with this while on a walk today and decided to scribble it out before i go to sleep #its literally spring. thr weather is warm IT WAS SO WARM TODAY. HELP #ROBIN NO DONT MAKE A COMIC ABOUT THE COLD IT WAS LIKE 20c TODAY ROBIN ROBIIIINNNN #anyways im so unbelievably normal about them can you tell #i love writing banter between them IT JUST COMES SO SO NATURALLY TO ME ITS SO MUCH FUN AUUGHHH #I CARE THEM SO BADLY. IM GOING TO THROW THEM INTO THE SUN #robin’s art #billie bust up #2024 art #bbu arthur #bbu aristotle #arthurstotle #comicfollies #<- new comic tag btw because i make quite a few of those apparently!! how silly #okay im tired goobmite!!! hearts hearts explosion

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crazylittlejester · 7 days

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yknow those scenes in movies where something horrific and awful just happened to a character and the audio is cut so it’s dead silent (except maybe some soft music in the back) and you just see a character close to them screaming in absolute agony but you can’t hear anything at all because there is just absolutely nothing they can do to fix the situation, and they know it, and it’s ripping them apart from the inside out and it feels as though something has just broken and can never be repaired again, and you as the viewer can just feel something shatter deep in your bones?

^^^this but time and wars

#im trying to create this effect through writing #we’ll find out together if it works-#anyways thanks mandarin wars anon for bringing out the crazy person in me with ur prompt 🥺#im having so much fun >:)#I might ACTUALLY have to send Wars to therapy after this one…#time for SURE is going to need therapy after this #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #jes talks #jes rambles

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strawberrylind · 7 months

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more grillster this time a commission of a scene from this great fic by @countthelions :) check it out !!

#grillster #grillby #gaster #utdr #safeutdr #this was sooo fun to do i love lions writing so much #GRRR RRRGHH RRRH IM CRAZY RRRR IM CRAZYYYY #ykwim. it’s good

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itsbansheebitch · 21 days

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Here's a vague ass prompt for yall

Eldritch Danny and/or Eldritch Duke Thomas

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The King in Yellow by Robert W Chambers

Go crazy with that

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yikesharringrove · 1 month

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hi i've missed you!

can we do something soft and just cute like going for drives and getting fast food and just talking?

“I’m picking you up,” came the crackling voice from the walkie talkie on the nightstand. “Meet me at the spot in ten. Over.”

“No, you freakazoid,” Steve barely moved from his blanket cocoon, only reaching one arm out to press the button on the side. “I’m asleep.”

“Clearly not. I’m on my way, Shithead. Over and out.”

Steve rolled his eyes, and contemplated going back to sleep for all of five seconds before he sighed, and heaved himself to standing.

Curse Billy for stealing that walkie from Max, for suggesting they stay on their own channel, different than the ones the kids use. Curse Billy for his insomnia and his late night drives. Curse Billy for the way he keeps on hand on Steve’s thigh while they go and always stops at the nearest drive-thru to get Steve a milkshake and wolf down a double cheeseburger (because his dad slapped him and sent him to his room without dinner. Again.)

Steve trudged around the side of his house, crashing through the well-worn path through the sparse trees to the road on the other side.

They both agreed that Billy’s car shouldn’t be spotted outside of Steve’s house, even if they were publicly friends now.

The Camaro was rumbling up the street, and Steve could practically feel the road of the engine shake in his chest before he could even spot the headlights.

Doesn’t matter how many speeding tickets Officer Callahan gives him, Billy’s never gonna be a sensible driver.

He stops in front of Steve, and he grins as Steve joins him in the car, leaning over the center console and burying his left hand in thick, dark brown hair to kiss Steve in a way that steals the breath from his lungs.

“You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, Princess. I’ll get you a damn milkshake.”

The car lurched forward, and they flew down the service roads, flipping off the Leaving Hawkins sign as they went past, on their way to a different little town.

A different little slice of life.

#idk if this is what you had in mind but it’s what I got :)#I’ve had such a nightmare week #so much crazy shit went down at work with some of our seventh graders #and some of our theater kids were in chat roulette (or ig the current equivalent) during rehearsal and saw a dick bc #they figured out how to get around our censors on their school chromebooks #and also my grandpa was given weeks to live #and I crashed my fucking car #so that’s cool I’m having fun I love everything <3 #on the other hand I saw one of my all time favorite bands again last night and it was really just what I needed #okay anyway that’s been my week hope you enjoyed #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #yikes writes

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kadextra · 7 months

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the q!bad lore experience be like

says concerning and unwell things

4D chess gaslight manipulation testing of all his friends

sings about forever’s gun

denial about changing color

museum trauma

*pulls out clipboard*

insane laughing mania

a new revelation that he’s somehow even worse than we thought

talks to ghosts

starts crying

amazing analogy x20

says even more concerning things

“HEY RON!!!” :D

epic cliffhanger end

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #each day gets more crazy tbh #and then we all write up giant character analysis essays <3 im having fun

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starrysharks · 7 months

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"may god have mercy on your wretched soul! ...that is what i should say when i kill them, is it not?"

vivica, one of the key supporting characters of reassassination. a scythe-wielding overachiever, her primary goal is to defeat octavia under the orders of the clear crucifix organisation.

#zeno's art #ocs #reassassination #vivica de la crux #you can fit so much self-doubt and insecurity in this girl its crazy #she represents envy. her codename is envy and she is a fucking doozy bro theres so much to her but i wont reveal too much #theres a certain event that happens in the story heavily involving her that is soooo important i promise that itll be good prommy!!!!#anyway otherwise shes a very fun character to draw as well as to write i love her lots #and also she laughs like 'ohohoho'#ok up next should be lunette if future me actually gets his fucking ref sheets done

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dearestaeneas · 8 months

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Pappappappappap.

Turn left. Up three slats. Forward for a bit. Hang a right.

Ancient drywall dust speckled the ground at his paws, the wood old and dry and at risk for splintering. It was an absolute playground.

The rat did not know this, but the house had been abandoned for years. On the other side of the wall sat dusty furniture and heavily graffitied wallpaper, empty glass bottles, and general litter. The town had debated knocking it over, putting up a parking lot, but decided against it.

There wasn’t even a shopping mall. What would we need the lot for?

So there the house remained. Abandoned and unloved by humans. The teens who hid in the leaf-filled kitchen to smoke after school did not love the house, with its 3 floors and creaky stairs. The college students who appeared each Thanksgiving night to drink and reminisce, pretending they were anything other than babies in the world did not love the house’s study, home to an elderly desk that no one cared enough to look in. The rats and birds and insects and squirrels did not see the need for the money, or the books, or the gold watch that still, despite it all, ticked.

Pappappappappap.

His little feet pounded ever forward, his little round body squeezing effortlessly upwards between wooden planks.

The little rat, with his round body and busy feet, loved the house. He did not care about the once-expensive looking rugs, or the elegant, but stained, crown molding, and he did not care about the ornate door knobs. The little rat, in no particular order, loved these things about the house:

He loved the still-somewhat-silver silverware that sat in a kitchen drawer for the noise it made when he scurried over them (knives make for a particularly pleasant noise, with their flat edges that slide off of one another).

He loved the bookshelves that lined the walls of most of the rooms, because they made for excellent perches to sit on to survey the floor (not to mention that if one of the books could be knocked over, a page could be taken for a nest with incredible ease).

He loved the plushies left behind in one of the smaller upstairs rooms. There was one that looked like him! Although this was not his favorite (that honor belonged to a little brown bear, who lay on his back, leaving his stomach open for the most wonderful of naps), it pleased him. A mirror had been knocked off the bathroom cabinet and shattered, its shards sparkling on the floor. The little rat tended to avoid that room, knowing simply that the little silver points were bad news, and not needing more information than that. However, he had not come to this conclusion without first exploring the room, for the initial shattering had mimicked the pleasant sounds of the silverware, but times a thousand. He was intrigued by the other little round-bodied rat who looked back at him from one of the shards. He hoped he was not lonely in there.

But the little rat did not love the house for what it contained. Its contents were beneficial and made life interesting and wonderful, but he would have loved the house if it were vacant and cold and bare and boring. The little rat loved the house because it was his home, and because his home loved him.

His home protected him from the rain and the snow and the cold and the heat, his home kept him entertained and safe and happy. He needed nothing and wanted for less.

Pappappappappappap.

He wanted to do something nice for his home. But what did he have to offer? He couldn’t fix the leaky roof, or replace a cracked tile, couldn’t put a chair back upright or even change a lightbulb.

Ultimately, he decided the best way he could show his love would simply be to live in his home. His home would understand his limitations, while still seeing that the little rat stayed because he wanted to, and because staying was important to him.

He climbed higher and higher, ascending more and more wooden slats and boards, scurrying from opening to opening, until finally: a break in the wall.

Drywall parted, and the little rat felt himself becoming giddy. He inched forward, his little nose twitching furiously, his little black eyes boggling.

He panted slightly, having climbed all the way up to the second floor. A journey that would take a human seconds had taken him several minutes. He looked out from his little hole in the drywall to see the ancient chandelier at eye level. If he wanted, he could climb all the way to the very top, and look down onto the chandelier. He’d done this several times, and would, inevitably, do it again.

But there was something magical to being eye level with the sparkly glass. He would say nature played a cruel joke on him, leading him to his home and cursing him with his blurred vision, stopping him from admiring the intricate details of the crystal before him, but the simple problem with this is that he didn’t know any better, didn’t know there was a world outside of the outlines and colors he saw. He loved his home for its outlines and colors, for the way that the chandelier caught the light at certain hours of the day. He loved the sparkle of the rainbow that was cast about the entryway.

Nature was not cruel, nature did not punish him or play jokes. It loved him. It loved him the way he loved his home, it protected him and marveled at him and delighted in his joy.

He sat there, squeaking with great contentment as the sun went down and its rays caught the glass, bathing him and the home he loved in color.

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earthbaby-angelboy · 5 months

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alright y’all, i saw this post and was in inspired to start something!

reblog this with a photo of elvis at your current age! i’ll go first♥️

elvis and his cousin gene smith in 1951 at age 16!

(fun fact: my grandmother is 10 years and 8 days older than elvis, while elvis and i are 72 years and 22 days apart!)

@mooodyblue @kiankiwi @arianatheangel-girl

#elvis presley #creative writing #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #elvis #gene smith #1951 #holy jeez i love him a whole lot #it’s crazy to think that he was a 16 year old at one point too #like…sir?!#anywho #i hope y’all jump on this gravy train and have some fun!#tennessee #tupelo #mississippi #memphis

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freakadr0id · 2 years

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This has been sitting in the back of my mind since I first watched Rise, but it seems that the show hints at an underlying sadness to Donnie's character that appears very subtly over the course of both seasons.

(Long post after the cut)

I feel like Donnie longs for a normal, human life to some degree. It isn't a major part of his character but it's there. Maybe he doesn't exactly want to be human, but there are a few signs that Donnie wants, at the very least, a human experience.

We see a few nods to this throughout the show:

He has a knowledge and love of fashion and appearance, something he, as a mutant turtle, wouldn't need to know or care about. Sure, his brothers wear clothes several times in the show as well, but they don't seem to have as much of an interest or passion as Donnie.

In 'The Purple Jacket' Donnie initially wanted to fit in with the Purple Dragons, a human group of teens at a human school (although it was mostly for the jacket).

I mean, this is a boy who wants to actually go to school and even graduate college but we know that, realistically, he can't do either.

Seriously, just look at how happy he is to be at April's school!

Hell, he draws eyebrows on his mask for goodness sake. Yes, from a meta standpoint this is mostly for the sake of his character design since he would look really fucking stupid without them, but the key to any good character design is to have an in-universe reason for it as well. While some people headcanon that Donnie does this to better convey his emotions (which is totally valid and I kind of agree), I also think this could also be a way for him to seem just a bit more human.

I'm not saying this is a defining element of Donnie's character - IT ISN'T. Our boy Donnie is confident in his intelligence, his skills as a scientist and an inventor, and who he is as a person overall - he doesn't want to change those things about himself. However, it is possible that maybe some small, quiet part of Donnie still longs for the things he could experience if he was a human, as opposed to a mutant turtle.

Hopefully, I'm not the only one who sees this because I think there are interesting things you could do with this part of his character - especially when you consider his closer friendship with April and the potential isolation he feels with his brothers.

I don't know, maybe this is just me overthinking things or looking for angst where there is none, however, this little thread of Donnie's character appeared often enough in the show to at least acknowledge it.

#yeah I'm not sure how I feel about this post #I might be crazy here #and maybe I'm grasping at straws #but I noticed it enough in the show that I just HAD to mention it #Rise also reinforces it visually by constantly framing and pairing april and Donnie together #and planting the idea that Donnie has a closer association with humans in the mind of the audience #BUUTTT #I still think it would be super fun to explore more of this in fanon and canon #we're getting that season 3 I'm sure of it #(they said in complete denial)#Just think about it #he is a softshell turtle who likely feels that he's different from his brothers #if you consider those insecurities #it makes his subtle longing for humanity and the human experience that much more interesting #maybe someone with better writing skills than me can play with this idea a bit more #*hint hint*#and who knows #this could be an established part of Donatello's character in TMNT already #Rise is the only TMNT thing I've seen so I have no idea #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donnie #rise donatello #analysis #character analysis #rottmnt analysis

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pissfaggit · 1 year

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#im fuckin loving watching rom become a fully realized character #its fuckin crazy how ds9 writes ferengi episodes #they are always so fucking fun to watch and genuinly funny in their ridiculiousness #ridiculouisness #ridicuk #eh fuck it #ds9 #deep space nine #quark #rom #sir i protest i am not a merry man

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