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Name is Dizzy, how do you like it here so far?

Oh-em-gee my first ask! Thank you Dizzy! You (and anyone else reading this) could call me Cliche!

I love it here. I used to frequent Reddit / Insta a lot (I know, I know) but the moment I realized all the good fandom stuff was on Tumblr I dropped reddit and fled here. Good timing too, considering Reddit imploded. Instagram was too annoying to use for any amount of time.

I've actually had the account for like a year but never used it until recently. I suppose I should actually start relogging things, but I've always been more of a lurker.

actors surprising us

Do you sometimes just see something and think "I wanna know who that is" and then you search them up, AND THEN YOU RECONIZE THEM. Like wtf I know you. What are you doing here? Well that happened to me. I saw this video Link. its basically different Jean Valjeans for different countries singing: Do you hear the people sing? Then Denmarks Jean Valjean comes i up and somebody called Kurt Ravn is singing. I decide to search him up coz why not. AND THEN I SEE A PIC OF HIM AND READ THAT HE PLAYS A WELL KNOWN SECONDARY CHARACTER IN DENMARKS PROBABLY MOST ICONIC SERIES CALLED "Matador". And i was like WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE. I was so surprised that he could sing also I found it kinda funny.

the feminine urge to crawl into a pile of sticks and live there until the neighbors find out and call the cops

Writing somehow feels like the most satisfying and most useless thing to do at the same time.

okay okay, but like WHAT IFFFFFFF in a fnaf Missing Children!survive they all meet up like in IT??? Like they’re all older (18 to 24 years old) so like what if I spent like my whole weekend writing it??? What if I spend my whole week writing it??? Tell me if a should - but I probably will anyways - SO ANYWAYS under this there will be some of my missing children!survive headcannons also how old I think the missing children are (this includes Andrew and Evan/Chris/Cc/Idk but not Elizabeth or Charlie bc I don’t feel like they would go- also idk how to include ‘em)

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Cassidy for sure becomes a CIA/FBI agent or detective -

Susie ofc becomes a baker

Jeremy becomes a teacher(math or English)

Andrew would also become a cop or detective - maybe even a doctor though I’m not abt that-

Evan would still be getting his bachelor degree

Fritz would become a sailor OR a writer

Gabriel would become a teacher for sure

they all have a bunch of scars- like a BUNCH

fritz is missing an eye

cassidy and fritz both feel like the other betrayed them (I’ll explain more in the fanfic if I write it)

Andrew is the oldest

cassidy is STILL hella angry

susie has a prosthetic arm

Evan sometimes has horrible HORRIBLE headaches

Gabriel has a prosthetic leg

Jeremy sometimes has extreme trouble breathing/talking(and has a scar on his neck, leg, foot, and arm)

Andrew has a scar through his face and is partly blind in one eye

Susie and Jeremy still kept in touch even after they all stopped being friends/talking to eachother

OKAY! NOW AGE HEADCANNONS YOUNGEST TO OLDEST

Evan - past: 6 - during fanfic: 18

Susie - past: 10 - during fanfic: 22

Jeremy - same as above

Fritz - past: 11 - during fanfic: 23

Gabriel - past: 12 - during fanfic: 24

Cassidy - same as above

Andrew- same as above

mk - so like I wrote a bit of it and chose to take away Andrew from it bc I got bored and forgor abt him heres a preview

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12 years.

Thats how long they’ve been haunted by a shared memory, a memory that is  physically and mentally is carved onto them. It’s been 11 since they last saw each other in person.

Though it was always in the back of her mind, like a parasite, Cassidy walked away from the damned experience as a whole.

Susie clung onto it like it was her life’s purpose. Swearing that if she forgot it the monster of a man that started it all would get his satisfaction.

Jeremy tried to forget, though other aspects of his life didn’t let him forget. Other people. He didn’t mind it, definitely not if it was Susie.

Gabriel couldn’t forget. How could he forget something that is physically ingrained onto his body?

He had forgotten, he had chosen to forget the most part of that horrid day. Fritz chose to forget the blood and the pain. But he couldn’t forget the look on the rabbits face.

Evan hated his father. Evan hated his sister too. He hated his family, Michael was okay. He had apologized so many times, but nothing could be done to reverse what happened when he was six.

It had been a couple of weeks since the so called ‘anniversary’ of the whole ordeal, and Susie had called Jeremy multiple times about getting the old group back together - and Evan too of course, as an honorary member.

Jeremy had tried to convince her not to do it - 

“It’ll only bring back bad memories for them,” he’d say 

“But we haven’t seen each other in a decade or so!” Susie would retaliate

. . .

Okay maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but he agreed. He agreed because he wanted to see Fritz again, and Cass, oh and good ol’ Gabriel- how good friends they were back in the 80’s - best friends.

They called Gabriel first- he was the oldest (only a month older than Cassidy, but he sweared on his life that it counted), the leader of the group when they were only children, so maybe if they got him onboard everyone else would follow.

“Hello, is this Gabriel?-“

“This is he, who’s asking?”

“It’s Jeremy - oh and Susie too. - uhm, we were friend back in ‘87-

“Yes I remember. Why do you call?

“We’re hosting a get together. With the whole group, wondering if you’d like to-

“When?

“Next Wednesday can you c-

“I’ll be there, let’s meet at 3:30 that coffee shop the adults used to go to”

“Okay - bye.

. . .

He agreed, that was good - now they just needed to get Cassidy on board, though that wouldn’t be hard. Gabriel is probably already telling her, and she’ll tell Evan and Fritz - probably. Hopefully.

okay okay, but like WHAT IFFFFFFF in a fnaf Missing Children!survive they all meet up like in IT??? Like they’re all older (18 to 24 years old) so like what if I spent like my whole weekend writing it??? What if I spend my whole week writing it??? Tell me if a should - but I probably will anyways - SO ANYWAYS under this there will be some of my missing children!survive headcannons also how old I think the missing children are (this includes Andrew and Evan/Chris/Cc/Idk but not Elizabeth or Charlie bc I don’t feel like they would go- also idk how to include ‘em)

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Cassidy for sure becomes a CIA/FBI agent or detective -

Susie ofc becomes a baker

Jeremy becomes a teacher(math or English)

Andrew would also become a cop or detective - maybe even a doctor though I’m not abt that-

Evan would still be getting his bachelor degree

Fritz would become a sailor OR a writer

Gabriel would become a teacher for sure

they all have a bunch of scars- like a BUNCH

fritz is missing an eye

cassidy and fritz both feel like the other betrayed them (I’ll explain more in the fanfic if I write it)

Andrew is the oldest

cassidy is STILL hella angry

susie has a prosthetic arm

Evan sometimes has horrible HORRIBLE headaches

Gabriel has a prosthetic leg

Jeremy sometimes has extreme trouble breathing/talking(and has a scar on his neck, leg, foot, and arm)

Andrew has a scar through his face and is partly blind in one eye

Susie and Jeremy still kept in touch even after they all stopped being friends/talking to eachother

OKAY! NOW AGE HEADCANNONS YOUNGEST TO OLDEST

Evan - past: 6 - during fanfic: 18

Susie - past: 10 - during fanfic: 22

Jeremy - same as above

Fritz - past: 11 - during fanfic: 23

Gabriel - past: 12 - during fanfic: 24

Cassidy - same as above

Andrew- same as above

Something something idk how to draw Tim something something pick the one that looks better plssss

soo... I did a quick art, that took me waaay too long for something so simple (and yet, I haven't drawn in ages), of my MC from The Sole Reminiscence by @lilac-den I guess I could as well introduce them to the World.

Name: Astra

House: Val'hai

Gender: Non-binary, they/them. Assigned male at birth.

Ability: Therianthropy

Love Interest: Maverick

Standing at 5'5, with long, wavy black hair and purplish-blue eyes, they're the newest cousin of Countess Val'hai. (And what a feeling it is, to once again call someone family). With demeanor so gentle and sweet, most can't help by wonder - how the deep, ugly scar adorning their neck came to be? They heard the rumors already, or some of it, what, with so many merchants ready to share a gossip or two: of fire that never was in a small city they wonder if ever existed. Maybe the people of this world will point it to that story too. Hopefully, no one will see other scars hidden underneath the pretty dresses they wear, it's only so much they can bear.

Sometimes they wonder what it would be like, to tell someone about their past. Of all the hardships they went through, the love and then pain so hard it left them numb to it all. But how could they? How to burden someone with a sorrow and anguish so big, when each day it feels like that first one again. Their last world, they left feeling nothing more at all. This new world, with all its pretty, soft dolls and happy kids, feels like a curse in their eyes. For how can they be at ease, when they feel it mocks their beloved ones' sacrifice? Even with a Princess so sweet they could give her a hug (they won't, not with all the blood on their hands), a new home by Syphina's side, they can't forget just like that.

Oh and isn't it fun? They're losing it again. With voices they prayed to hear again and touches that left them alight.

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Sooo, a silly little idea about maybe MC having more scars besides the important one we chose at first? bc I can see my MC actually trying to feel something that way back in their world but still, the neck one is a must. (I want them to suffer alright? there's never enough of angst) Or, at least a headcanon of mine: no one cares about any other scars, not after seeing that one, haha.

Also interesting thing my youtube did, bc it changed from dark academia playlists to ones named like our time is gone, what it feels like to fade away and finally, as I write this post what it feels like to forgive yourself and I find it funny how well the titles sound with all that MC goes (and will go in the future) through.

just remembered my friend once mentioned i say "thank you" cutely and im like... im aware of that actually lmaoo just saying it normally just sounds.... fake??????? like i dont mean it

Some doodles and sketches of my creatures in various states

No I don't have a favourite, why do you ask

Random thought.

What if other background seekers like Hotlink, Bitstream, Red Wing, and the Rainmakers were featured in Unicron Trilogy?

Anyone else think there would've been a possible chance of a seeker-based revolt following Starscream's short defection in Armada?

Just some food for the brain.

they share one brain cell

I just realized that there is literally zero fanfics with Danny Fenton/M'gann M'orzz pairing and idk, am I the only one who see nearly endless potential in it?

I don't know how they met but they're probably pretty fast friends.

With Danny being space nerd, he would ask M'gann all the questions about Mars. At the same time, from what little I know about Miss Martian, she is "Earth nerd" and would ask him all the questions about Earth and what normal teenage life is like, because YL team is not the best study case. Like, only Wally and maybe Artemis (I don't know a thing about her other than 'snarky/blunt archer') had normal human life. He is happy to answer, introducing her to his semi normal life before accident.

They exchanged stories about stars from their respective homes.

Just imagine, Danny binge watching "Hello Megan" just to know what she is talking about and it's not his thing, really, but he learnt to enjoy it because he associated it with M'gann (we can have Jazz being fan too and feeling 'betrayed' because she tried to strongarm her brother to watch it for years and all it took was to cute alien girl to mention it and he is pulling all nighters).

Just imagine, M'gann asking one of her teammates (probably Robin) to teach her to play Doomed, so she can play with her halfa friend and his friends and not ask about every controller. They don't really mind her being newbie but sudden progress doesn't go unnoticed or unpraised.

Everlasting trio inviting her to Nasty Burger every once in a while to talk about random, not hero related things.

Rest of the YJ may not even know about Phantom. They just know about this Danny, M'gann's totally civilian friend, who likes milkshakes and video games.

They share their stories and tips about heroing and powers they have similar. Mostly M'gann shares things she learnt from her uncle or in Mountain because let's be honest, self taught is rarely better than someone with proper mentoring. She for sure helps with ghosts if they attack during her visit, even if Danny tries to shield her from it. "I'm supposed to be your civilian friend, am I not?"

She definitely does what she can to help with his hero PR. She may or may not accidentally convinced rest of the Team she has celebrity crush on underappreciated ghost hero from the middle of the nowhere. They help her, spamming all negative news reports with praises for Phantom from both hero and civilian accounts. It caused some mess, Justice League had questions but Danny was happy so it doesn't matter.

If we go with ghost being super emphatic we can have Danny overwhelmed by everyone's feelings (honest hate his parents have towards his hero persona, confliction of towns people, concern of his friends, excitement of Casper students idk, EVERYTHING) and M'gann helps him overcome it. Later both of them being there for eachother when everything was just too much. Y'know just this mutual understanding that nobody else can really give them.

Maybe some communication troubles because M'gann prefers telepathy and Danny does not like it in a slightest (Freakshow flashbacks or something) but tries to accommodate. Or M'gann doesn't even try because idk, one of telepathy rules is "don't read thoughts of dying person unless they project it to you" and she feels it goes for dead (even if only halfway) too.

They're just vibing with eachother.

Then there is ghost attack outside Amity and Team is send to deal with it. M'gann is surprisingly competent at dealing with everything ghost does while evacuating civilians while someone magic competent is called. Suddenly she stops, gets her phone and makes a call:

"Hey Danny, do you have a moment?" whole team is too shocked to react, because in the love of whatever they believe in, why is Megan calling her civilian friend in the middle of the battle with unknown entity. "It's [insert whatever ghost you want] wrecking havoc. Can you come by at take them to the zone? I don't have thermos on me right now. Thank you."

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Que Danny flying top speed to wherever she is, fights a ghost and contains them. Que someone (maybe Wally) being like:

"When did you wanted to tell us that your civilian friend is a hero?"

M'gann honest to god forgot that Team thought Danny was a civilian.

"I worked quite hard to drag her into as little of my Phantom bullshit as I could. I am proud of being a civilian friend, thank you very much"

They all came in contact together after that.

Martian Manhunter tried to give Fenton a shovel talk but boy was too excited to meet his favourite hero and to focused on not making fool of himself to be actually scared or something. He deals with Skulker on a regular basis anyway, there are very few threats that could actually scare him.

Team members also tried to shovel talk him, just in case. They all failed for one reason or another

Or maybe Danny is already YJ member. Everything above can still happen just without ghost attack. Danny can have issues with Zeta Tubes though. That's a good stuff.

There can be a drama of "I'm your friend only because I'm alien/semi normal, am I not?"

Or we can go with space obsessed Danny going full Vlad on cute alien girl. Y'know, because "that's a halfa thing to do". M'gann is not into that. I'm not really excited about this take but that's a possibility too.

Use it as you will. Just please someone write it

YESS ITS DONE :33

art trade for @matthews-mumblr-emporium!!! i haven't done fanart comms ever so this was really fun. Split regretevator is very fun to draw i might do it mroe :o

still writing my art TOS, but the long and short of it is that you can use it as your pfp, just credit me. other use, you need to ask

OH, and the speedpaint will be on my channel in a few days if that interests anyone! ^^

Abled Person: Hey man, can you hold this wad of $2,000 and this one penny for me while I open my wallet?

Disabled Person: YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER FOOL!

The United States Government:

(Watch how many people don’t get this.)

i’m too horny to draw anything else today. Tumblr pls don’t block me

god gave me two hands to make beautiful princesses with issues beyond belief

Do you enjoy writing? Of course you do, it’s frickin’ dope! But, writing can be difficult sometimes, which is why I bring you the best strategy for creating stories, characters, and worlds: WLAS

What is WLAS? Write Like A Sadist! Make the experience as torturous as possible for both your characters, AND your readers! Push the limits! Make people wonder if you’re a genuine psychopath! Make your friends cry! You can do it all with ‘Write Like a Sadist’!

(Side effects may include but are not limited to: guilt, deterioration of mental health, loss of appetite, your SO leaving you because ‘this has gone too far, I can’t even look at you anymore! You spend all day cooped up inside, laughing maniacally, I can’t stand another second! This is an addiction! Get help, Paige, please! What happened to you?’ Proceeded by hysterical sobbing.)

So try out ‘Write Like a Sadist’ today, and remember… character development can go fuck itself, shock value is the best thing to incorporate into a story!

hope this helps

Say it ain’t so

[a/n: this is also posted on my ao3. It’s not permitted to be posted anywhere else without my permission, approval, or consent. If you see it elsewhere please notify and thank you! I also do requests.]

Alastor isn’t fond of media. 

That includes the flat screen who hasn’t shown his face on the news or any other television program. It doesn’t particularly affect him but it certainly raises his questions. He watched as the lights flickered and sparks flew from the power lines. It was a hunch. A theory even but his suspicions were most likely correct. If the missing overlord and glitchy effects were anything to go by.

Perhaps, his dear friend deserved a visit? For entertainment of course. 

But he should inform Charlie of his decision. In case things go differently. Walking down the stairs he made eye contact with the lady herself. His eyes curved to the shape of smile which pulled his lips ever so tightly.

“Charlie, my dear, I’ll be busy this evening so continue your activities.” His voice getting rather monotonous when he continued. “With everyone else. Ta Ta!”

She gives him a wave and her eyes crinkle from how genuine she is. It makes Alastor raise a brow but he gives a curt nod.

As the radio demon left the hotel he went into the streets of hell. Alastor roamed the twisted alleyways of Hell, his senses were assaulted by the sights and sounds of suffering. Pure filth and cruelty, it was perfect. Tormented souls writhed in agony, their anguished cries echoing off the decaying walls. The air was thick with the stench of despair, a humble reminder of the eternal torment that awaited those damned to this infernal realm. 

And he is one of them.

Instead of the usual blare of media screens that adorned the buildings the screens eerily silent. Not even on, Alastor noticed. The absence of the incessant drones capturing others secrets made him even more confused. But his questions were answered when the televisions on the displays lit up. The 666 news channel started playing.

Ah! Finally, Vox must’ve fixed—

But the sinners thoughts were interrupted as he saw the screen. It was Velvette not Vox. Involuntarily his smile twitched and his nails gripped his staff. Leaving the man even more confused than he was before.

Alastor doesn’t enjoy being the one in the dark, perhaps it was time to shine some light on this subject.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Alastor's lips as he snapped his fingers, summoning his shadows to envelop him. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he allowed the darkness to swallow him whole, transporting him to his intended destination. His yellow teeth are put into a devilish grin.

How interesting.

.˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.˚🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

Wires bent and stretched in the sinners palms. The televisions screen flashed blue before malfunctioning and his body twitched as his chest heaved up and down. Thirsty for air. His once-sharp voice module crackled with static, sending jolts of pain through his system with each attempt to speak.

”Va-a” Vox’s throat burned for relief but he was given none when a raspy cough left him. “Val? Valentino?”

He called for his business partner but he was given no feedback. Not even Velvette?

Shit he’ll overheat like this.

His fans were barely cooling his rising temperature. Vox wasn’t sure if he would be able to cool himself down. The televisions surroundings seemed to blur as his vision began to falter, the relentless heat threatening to overwhelm his systems entirely. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“My, my! Hello old friend,” A voice laced in static broke Vox from his thoughts. “You seem to be in quite the predicament.”

An intrigued hum left the deers mouth. His crimson eyes crinkled in amusement as he stared the younger man. Vox gulped down some of his saliva. His screen buffering with pixelated black and white before showing his face again.

“You-!$*sa…!”

”Hm?”

His fingers curled scrapping the floor with his claw marks. “What..” Vox used his hypnosis eye. “Are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the entertainment, my friend.” His eyes gazed into Vox’s. “Not for your little tricks.”

A grumble was his reply.

“So, it’s seems like you are in quite the situation. Ha ha.” 

“No shit, Alastor.”

Alastor chuckled darkly at Vox's words. "Well, well, looks like the overlord Vox is having a bit of trouble." He paced around Vox, his shadowy form casting an eerie aura in the dimly lit room. “Where’s your beloved moth?”

Vox felt himself tense.

“Who gives a shit? I-$!sdo-dn’t!!” His screen buffered.

The deer chuckled at his behavior and gave the tv screen a light tap with cane. Making the screen return to his usual face.

"Fear not, my dear friend, for I have come to offer my assistance."

Vox's screen flickered as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Help? From you? I'd fucking trust Lucifer over you.”

Alastor's grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth. "Ah, but you see, Vox, you are desperate, are you not? And who better to assist you in your time of need than the one and only Radio Demon? Your rival.”

Vox hesitated, weighing his options. This was probably a one in lifetime experience. Call him a simp but to be nursed by Alastor…. The thought wasn’t repulsive. But if this was all just a stupid joke he’d fucking kill himself-or Alastor. He wasn’t sure which he actually wanted.

Despite his pride, he reluctantly accepted Alastor’s offer. "Fine," he agreed, his voice strained. "But don’t you fucking try something."

“Splendid! What a pleasant surprise.”

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned his shadows once more, manipulating them with expert precision. The screen displayed a “Danger!” sign and Vox covered himself in electricity. Static shock sending throughout his body.

“Ah, ah! Don’t move Vox,” The overlord shivering when Alastor said his name. “They don’t bite.”

 Shadows danced around Vox, cooling his overheated systems and stabilizing his malfunctioning circuits. Slowly, Vox felt the intense heat dissipate, replaced by a welcome sense of relief. He didn’t know Alastor’s shadows were able to that. In fact, he liked to believe that he knew a lot about Alastor. Because.. they’re rivals of course.

As the shadows receded, Vox's screen cleared, displaying his image without any glitches or distortions. He blinked in surprise, momentarily speechless. He… helped Vox?

"Consider it a favor, Vox," Alastor said nonchalantly, though a hint of amusement lingered in his tone. "But remember, every favor comes with a price."

Vox gritted his teeth, knowing all too well the nature of deals made with demons. "I won't forget it, Alastor," he replied through clenched jaws. "And I won't owe you anything."

Alastor chuckled ominously, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll see about that, Vox. We'll see."

The sinner got up from his bed and approached Alastor and spoke softly. “Thanks.. I guess.” Alastor’s gaze softened at his words even if Vox wasn’t aware he heard.

”Hm? Im afraid you’ll have to speak up, dear.”

”I said..” He bit his lip. “Fuck you!”

”I think, I should’ve let you fry up.”