Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Warriors - Erin Hunter
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Twilightfur, Spiderpaw, Hawthorn - Character, Bluesage
Additional Tags: November Comp, FallenClan forum, (on ff.net), Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Original Cat Clans (Warriors), Original Character(s), Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Character Death, Mild Gore, I wrote most of this in two days
Summary:
When a murderer strikes the heart of CoveClan, their medicine cat Twilightfur must reluctantly begin searching the shadows-- and the shadows of her past-- for clues.
hello i was reading this lovely post (by @lollytea) that gave a good breakdown of the writers intent behind this scene, and i thought to myself “gee, i love it all in concept, but i wonder if they could’ve executed it better by emphasizing all of the things hunter’s fighting for in the actual moment itself?”. then i remembered that i have the power of editing, and made this! complete with the cheesy white vignette toh likes to stick on flashback scenes that i love jgvhnfchgfc
also i have no idea what kind of dog cujo is and i know that the one i drew him as doesn’t match but I LOVE ROTTWEILERS OKAY??? THEY HAVE EYEBROWS!!!!!!!!
LITTLE EYEBROW HAVERS!!!!!!!!
(btw i’m moving accs pls go follow me on @lunasenna if you wanna… pspspspspsps)
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.
Does this look right to you??
These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.
Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.
Chapters: 3/6
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Danny Fenton/Wesley Weston, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton
Characters: Wesley Weston, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton
Additional Tags: ufs - Freeform, Unidentified Flying Ship, Pre-Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Vomiting, food insecurity, Neglectful Parents, the Fenton’s A+ Parenting, absolutely disgusting smoothie description, Wes’ definition of garlic bread which is Real Garlic Bread but the haters keep hating, no i am not projecting why do you ask lmao, Invisobang (Danny Phantom)
Summary:
“What about a picture?”
Wes jumped, focusing back on the conversation. “A picture?”
“Yeah! You probably have a lot of good ones, but maybe I can get you a picture of Danny that you’ve never been able to get before?“
A picture of Fenton that he’d never been able to get before.
Fenton’s sister was offering what he’d been chasing for two and a half years.
All he’d have to do is throw some granola bars or something at Fenton everyday and he could finally have indisputable proof to show the world that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same.
And, more importantly, to show that no one should ever doubt his theories again.
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Wes agreed to discretely help Danny get three square meals a day, disguising himself as a new cooking hobbyist looking for a taste tester. Danny thought he got a lucky break, finding a way to get food without being a burden on anyone. It didn’t go how either of them expected.
Here’s my art piece for the first part of the fic by the amazing @camels-pen : how far to fall (to fall too far)
Please check it out! It was so fun being able to illustrate for a fic I loved, and I only regret I couldn’t do more. Hope you enjoy!
Summary:
“Hey, Fenton. C’mere for a sec,” he whispered harshly. Fenton furrowed his eyebrows and glanced back to his friends who both gave a shrug. He sighed and took his time spinning the lock on his locker before walking over to the end of the row where Wes was waiting, an unamused look in his eye.
“What do you want, Wes?”
“I need your help.” Fenton’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but he stood straighter and scanned their surroundings. Wes rolled his eyes. “Not ghost help, regular help.”
Fenton slouched and sighed. “Maybe lead with that next time.” He grimaced. “And why are you hiding behind the lockers if you only need regular help?”
“Because I’m embarrassed, okay?” Wes would die of mortification if anyone saw him talking to Fenton. They all thought his theory about Fenton being Phantom was stupid, but they still respected him as a jock. He couldn’t give that up!
Anyway.
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Wes agreed to discretely help Danny get three square meals a day, disguising himself as a new cooking hobbyist looking for a taste tester. Danny thought he got a lucky break, finding a way to get food without being a burden on anyone. It didn't go how either of them expected.
Representatives of the 501st Legion: Capital City Garrison posing with Ottawa Humane Society shelter animals. Happy Star Wars Day! May The Fourth Be With You! Photo Credit The.Rohit Ottawa Citizen