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meanie--zucchini · 21 days

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the living island

thinking about designing more ocean beasts for the game

#this one would be a nightmare to code #unless the island on top would just be a part of the creatures model and not actual block you could interact with #but i like the idea too much #minecraft #minecraft concept #minecraft fanart #my art

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pixelatedraindrops · 1 month

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Decided to try to use this picrew to challenge myself to make some images of the Rain Code Cast all being ill.

The hand assisting them is Yakou bc he's the caretaker for them all. Except Halara bc they don’t need help lol

And I also made one of Makoto being a dumbass overheating in his hot tub, and bc I love him and he must suffer too (and so the image number could be even xD)

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plantboiart · 2 months

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My autism superpower is being able to connect every single song i listen to to just roll with it blood in the bayou with minimal effort

#song about tragic or doomed love? wow thats just like nightmare blunt rotation / kian and becky coded fr #song about any mental illness ever? there should definitely be an animatic of one of the pcs to this song #song that highly makes you question if the writer of the lyrics might be trans? kian stone. of course thats him #song about just like happy things everything is great? wow i wish that were them. would have loved for them to be happy #song about gay sex? easy nightmare blunt rotation again god im good at this #song about who the fuck knows what these lyrics are nonsense? [character] would have loved this song im so right #that is all the types of song i know thank you for coming to my ted talk #rip kian stone you would have loved born a girl by manic street preachers #just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi show #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #blood in the bayou #kian stone #rolan deep #timothy rand #autism

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volfoss · 3 months

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i would like to find a yarn color that is roughly close to this shade of orange:

as the doll is going to be using dark blue eyes and the contrast would look pretty good (ty to my friend for helping me narrow down colors here lol) but well. you would not believe how hard it is to find a more muted light orange. i have been to specialty yarn sites. if i did either of the two multi-colored yarns, it would be for highlights/still mostly orange just with other tones in there :) if u have specific opinions on this please comment bc good god i hate yarn shopping for this.

#twist rambles #bjd posting #technically. i am having the horrors of trying to figure out yarn for her bc NONE of my typical companies have the right yarn color. like #hex code E89052 is IMPOSSIBLE to get a color similar. i need a light orange but not TOO light and i want it to like... look ok w her dark #blue eyes. which REAL funny story about that is barely any dolls that look like her have dark blue eyes like... its mostly light blue. so i #is just a nightmare to logistics w colors. i really like the landscapes a LOT and i think it could be fun to do like... highlights/multicol #ored hair but well. lol. the horrors #ive been looking at the fruits one for days bc its like... genuinely so stunning and i think it could be fun to have small light highlights #mixed in there. but im sooo unsure of like. what would work best. i have to plan ahead before she comes in like... a couple weeks #ill srb a couple times :)#this is for miss yucky btw. for context. but im trying to get this sorted b4 the strike

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bloos-bloo · 2 months

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This is kinda based off BBH’s stream today btw- more specifically, the scene where he has a memory lapse with the pillagers:

The night sky gently brushed through the windows. It’s soft light nudging it’s way throughout the room. The demon laid on a sleeping bag in the middle of this spiral tower. It’s been a day- spending time with his roommates, learning that he’s stuck on an island, learning that there’s bears and rabbits that act like a government. It was great.

Yet the uneasy feeling he had when he locked eyes with a lone pillager. It’s crossbow pointed directly at the demon. Bad tossed and turned on the sleeping cot- his hands slowly gripping onto his pillow.

A memory of endless white snow piling up underneath a vast black sky. His breathe clouding up his vision as he watched his blood spill over the floor, nearly matching the red carpet below. In front of him- a top hat backed into a corner. His little hands holding up a sword that was 2x as big as her.

“NO!” Bad shouted as his body collapsed. Waking up in a red bed surrounded by white pillows. He ran towards the mansion.

“Dapper! Crawl to the entrance!” The demon shouted, a pillager swiftly plunging arrows into his back.

“FUDGE!” He cried- his body limp on the floor. “Dapper- Crawl! You have to CRAWL!”

The demon continued shouting.

Watching in agony as his son held up her sword. The pillager knocking him down- the clang of the metal ringing throughout the room.

“NO!! DAPPER PLEASE!” Bad screamed, once again waking up with a jolt on the red bed. White pillows, cloudy breath.

“CRAWL TO THE ENTRANCE!”

The demon ran.

The image of the pillager’s smile as it drove a sword through his back.

The image of the little egg forced into a corner.

The image of her eyes welling up with tears.

The Vindicator stepping towards her.

Blood stains.

Dapper was slain by a Vindicator

“NO!” He wept, his knees weak from the message. “NO NO NO- DAPPER!!”

The demon cried, wiping his eyes as his fists slammed into the snow below. He felt a little tug as he beat at the ground. Each tug growing more frantic than the last.

“NO! NO NO!” He screamed, thinking the pillagers and vindicator found him outside. His fists going wild on the ground. He felt his hands be pinned- his eyes streaming at this point.

“DAPPER!”

He felt his palm being forced open, rapid tapping followed soon after.

“I’m here!”

Bad gasped as his eyes shot wide open. The sleeping bag underneath him nearly ripped to shreds- the remains of it left over his claws.

It took a minute before his vision caught up with his brain. His tears still streaming down his face as he looked up. In front of him, holding his palm in her tiny hands- messy hair and tear filled eyes, was Dapper. Next to her, a concerned filled expression- red and blue blushed cheeks and neatly braided locks, was Pomme.

“I’m here. I’m here. It’s- It’s ok.. It was all a bad dream.” Dapper continued to tap on Bad’s palm. Bad taking the time to recollect his breath and wipe the tears away.

“I- I’m sorry. Was I too loud-? I didn’t- mean to wake you two…” He trailed.

Pomme shook her head, Dapper continued tapping. “No, it’s ok. We heard you calling me- and- we knew you were in distress.”

Bad clutched the tattered sleeping mat, “I- Thank you.. I never- had someone.. care so much about me.”

Pomme smiled. Holding up a little sign for her father to read. “Would you like for us to stay with you?”

The demon winced- he didn’t want to be a bother. Especially with how well these two have been treating him.

“I- I wouldn’t want to bother you guys- I’ll be fi-“

“Nope. We’re staying.” Dapper interrupted. Next thing he knew, both kids were lying on each side of the creature. Their faces carefully nudged on each side.

Bad felt a small ping in his chest- for some reason, this felt familiar. Everything about this felt right- but he couldn’t place why. He carefully laid back, his eyes gazing over the star decorations. The sun’s early morning light carefully kissing it hello.

The demon couldn’t help but wrap an arm around each child.

He smiled, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you- kids.”

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colacat53 · 8 months

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Clockmare headcanon that makes me giggle

Imagine Halara being intimidating to someone and then Fubuki just comes in and calls them the most cute and wholesome pet name ever like something like "Sweet sunshine honeybee love of my life" and then any intimidating perception of Halara is just gone

I imagine Desuhiko once tried to tease Halara for this but was immediately silenced by a stone cold death glare from them

#rain code #halara nightmare #fubuki clockford #master detective archives: rain code #clockmare #halara would be so soft for fubuki #no one else though #just her #desuhiko thunderbolt

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and-stir-the-stars · 1 year

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@dire-kumori (this is, uh. This is gonna be a long one 😬)

It's completely fine if you're not up to date on the fnaf books, especially considering I haven't read any of them myself, lmao. I only know the things that the silly fnaf youtubers tell me is important in their theory videos, so. I don't know very much, and what I do know is probably very biased through their theory-crafting lenses.

But I enjoy me a good Evan and Gregory story, so I'd love to rant a little but more about them. I like the idea that Evan is hiding away somewhere in the Night Terrors recreation of his room, too terrified to leave it. He hides away somewhere that only a little kid would think to go/be able to reach, which is exactly why Gregory (who isn't THAT afraid while playing the game, but is a little menace who likes breaking the game's boundaries and trying to see where he can and can't go rather than playing the game normally) is able to find him.

Maybe Evan is terrified of Gregory at first-- after all, the details are hazy, but he clearly remembers how much the Stranger hurt him for so long, and who says this stranger will be any better? But Evan is terrified and alone and he just wants comfort. He thinks about the weird pictures on the wall of the family with blurry faces, how happy and safe they all look, and after a while of Evan being scared and Gregory trying to calm him, Evan can't help but notice that Gregory looks a LOT like one of the small blurry figures he sees in the family photos (ig technically Gregory should be nothing more than a pair of transparent floating arms if they're in a VR game, but I'll do what I want with no regard to the cruel constraints of logic). And Evan wants the happiness and safety he sees in those photos, so wouldn't it make sense to go with Gregory? (though, Gregory insists the kid in those photos isn't him)

Evan is so broken at this point that he doesn't remember his personality or his name. He can't answer any of the questions Gregory asks him about what things he likes or what he does for fun (though, the difference in technology thanks to them being born so far apart may play into that, too). Gregory has to help give Evan a name (Evan shudders for reasons he can't remember when Gregory suggests the name Freddy).

The last thing I'll say about the Gregory ending (such an original name, ik) is I'd like to think the two of them get out of the game eventually. Despite Gregory’s kindness, Evan still thinks he's too broken and the world is too big and scary for him to continue existing... and then the sun rises. At this point, Evan has spent what accounts to years/billions of nights desperate to survive long enough to see the sunrise but always being brutally murdered before he can. And then! Then Evan feels the light and warmth ghosting against his skin for the first time in god knows how long, he sees the brilliant pinks and oranges and reds of the rising sun, and he falls onto his knees with tears in his eyes. "I made it," he whispers. "I finally, really made it."

The happiness is almost enough to make his soul move on right then and there. But... it also fills him with hope that maybe this world and the people in it are worth surviving for after all.

Okay, moving on!

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Oh gosh,, the idea of "Michael" trying to take control of the game in order to turn it into a safe haven for Evan!! It's such a painfully sweet idea... except, I can't help but wonder if Michael would even know what a 'safe haven' for Evan would look like-- let alone if the Fragment would know, since the Fragment has lost everything that makes Michael, Michael and is just the remnant of an instinct to keep Evan safe. I feel like the "safe haven" that the Fragment would make for Evan would end up being empty and hollow, devoid of any real meaning or happiness. It's nothing but an empty paradise filled with false promises of what the Fragment thinks a little kid SHOULD want but is devoid of the love and affection that Evan NEEDS. I'm having trouble coming up with any examples, though. Maybe it's like the Other World in Coraline, but instead of a greedy, hungry monster being in control of an empty world of lies, it's a monster that WANTS to help Evan but doesn't understand how.

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And the idea of Glitchtrap using Evan against the Fragment is positively delicious :3

I'm going to make William and Mike a bit more sentient than you originally intended for a sec, though. I like the idea of a manipulative, silver-tongued William turning Evan against his brother. Maybe William even takes advantage of the fact that Evan (and probably Mike) never found out or knew why he got trapped in the Nightmare in the first place; maybe William frames the whole thing as Michael coming up with another way to torture Ev for fun. I wonder how Evan would respond. Would he listen to his father (whether or not Evan even recognizes this person as his father) telling him Mikey deserves this, take out his frustration on Mikey and hope that he can rest once Mike is gone? Or does Evan break, because as much as Mikey has hurt him, he doesn't want his brother dead?

And wouldn't it be interesting to see how Mike/the Fragment responds to Evan attacking him/it? The Fragment wants nothing more than Evan to be happy, so it must glitch the hell out of it when Evan tries destroying the Fragment. It's just like what you wrote about Mike being torn when Ev begs Mike to stop trying to save him in the Nightmare; the Fragment's entire existence is to keep Evan safe and happy, and it needs to be present so it can do that, but if Evan wants it gone... how is it meant to fulfill both objectives at once?

Though, I'm also curious about how this au could tie back into Security Breach. Maybe the Fragment does end up winning control of the game from Glitchtrap, so Glitchtrap runs to the only place he can: Vanessa. And maybe he drags Evan with him, or perhaps Evan goes *willingly* if it means escaping from the Fragment/Stranger that tortured him for so long. Security Breach still happens, but this time, Glitchtrap has Vanessa AND Evan under his control. Maybe he even uses Evan’s ghost to try tricking and manipulating Gregory as well. And all the while, Michael has to try to figure out how to get out of the VR game and back to protecting the ghost spirit whose name he no longer recalls.

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AND THE FRAGMENT BEING A YOUNGER MIKE IS SO COOL! Maybe it could be the reverse of what I described with Evan and Gregory, where Evan sees another lost and scared kid his age hiding away, just like him, and decides "i am not leaving you to face your horrors alone." Neither Evan nor Mike have any memory of who either of them are, but they're both lost and alone and terrified and cling to each other. They're the only thing that either of them has, and vow to get through this together, sort of the antithesis to how isolated they were in the Nightmare. Very depressing that it takes both of them completely losing all of their memories and will to live for them to trust and rely on each other without constantly hurting each other, but...

Maybe the two of them spend eternity forever without their memories. Or maybe like you said, they slowly find each other's memories in the game's coding, and they have to reconcile the horrible truths they learn about themselves and their pasts with the fact that they're *friends* now and don't want to lose each other

#I am. So sorry for throwing like 7 different ideas for the ending #(Or for the next phase of the story rather?) at you at once #There's just so many ways to take this one!#And i had to take Gregory out of the equation with your ''finding evan and Michael’s memories'' thing #Because if gregory was there and he saw the things mike did to evan #There is NO WAY that feral gremlin child would let mike ANYWHERE near evan lmao #His sense of justice (and common sense) is too strong #Okay time for funnies :3 #William: *wakes from the ucn hell*#William not even three seconds later: *is forced to be killed by animatronics over and over by the Fragment*#Also imagine the game developers when the fragment takes over the programming and changes it into Evan's ''safe haven''#They're like who the HECK recoded this game???#This is gonna take us months to fix!!#... maybe they just delete all the coding and start from scratch tbh #Also i am sooo proud of myself for the evan watching the sunrise thing #I have like. A Thing about Evan's soul basking in the sunlight like a cat #after being locked away (in fredbear/this Nightmare/the backroom at Freddy's/whatever) for years #Just ask honey-bunnysaurus. They've heard me talk about this before at multiple points lmao #Ugh I'm gonna reach tag limit soon :/#lonely children au #<- and I'll answer your ask about that tag later you absolute menace!#I should have seen that coming but it took me completely by surprise 🥺

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autistic-britta-perry · 7 months

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Elyon/Cordelia was so gay

#baby's first gay coded villain (i'm baby)#W.I.T.C.H.#elyon would trap them and almost kill the #*them all the time (though protecting cornelia more) and cornelia would be like i don't know guys.... i can get her back #and she was right ultimately because they were in love #remember that one comic where cornelia has a nightmare or something of taranee killing elyon BECAUSE taranee had been hurt really bad #by elyon in reality with the bubble thing but she was still cornelia's best friend so her brain just turned all that guilt into actually..#maybe taranee is at fault here. lol what #anyone based on what i've seen on the new reboot i made the right choice by not watching the cartoon

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calamxty-a · 2 years

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—(••÷[ @fallesto // 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘰]÷••)—

-------- Was it not cruel.

For Muzan to finally have what he sought. After all those years he had finally been given the chance, one that had been taken from him for so long, to finally be able to stand upon his own two feet, not only support himself, but to do so many other things as well.

To run, to climb, to fight, to kill. To walk the land, the land that he owned and do it without support and to be kind enough. Through the act of there passion for one another, to share it with her, to spill just a drop of what he had and share this blessing.

How cruel. It was to know. After countless years of never being together, for it all to come together, to spend all that time, with one another, to just let time blur and to become so lost, that all sense had been thrown to the side. To be comfortable with one another, to just enjoy the moment and make up.

For years wasted and lost. To finally be happy. To be who they once were. There roles had been lies. The one with a weak body was the stronger of the two deep down, and the one who the strong body, had the gentle heart that only wished to care for the other, through it all.

“Muzan-sama.” A slow approach, to kneel down at his side as he rested, the tray placed down. With several cups, with the blood he would crave, different lotions and remedies, to try and treat his injuries that refused to heal. “I have to go, further, but…”

Would this be enough. He was in so much pain. So much hurt and she could not lift it from him. So many sought him out now. A kind and generous lord. Who took the sick and made them stronger. Who sought out those…who were different, like them.

People who the world had forgot about, but he didn’t forget them, he offered them the same as he offered her, a chance to be someone they were meant to be and all he wished for in return, was for them to be his lord.

To know that the sun had done this to him. A mere mistake as they were finally going to go. After months of preparing, making this land his, ensuring he received his families wealth and titles, bringing more into the household to serve and change and to see.

Just how truly strong he was, that a sword, was not needed. A samurai was a relic compared to him. As she would take the wet cloth from the basin and place it onto his head, to pull down the sheets and rest a hand on his chest to stop him from moving as she opened his robes to look at the damage.

“A little, better than yesterday.” As her hands retreated, to take the lotion she had, followed his instructions to the letter to create it as she placed it upon her hands and move, shuffling her knees to be right at his side. “Don’t make this any harder than this has to be, I don’t like having to pin you down when you fight back…”

The pain... was intense. He assumed that when things were better.. they were. But instead, he’d taken too much of a gamble for daring to go into the sun again, hoping things had changed. But instead.. rather than healing, no matter how many he ate... his recovery was more than slow. His greed... was killing him. Or slowly killing him. This illness.. was something he’d brought on himself. But it was still awful and he hadn’t been ill for a very long time.

Half the time he didn’t realize who was tending to him. All he saw was a face with medicine--a face with a needle. A face like his father’s. Though they were never cruel--the person saying them was nice.. he never could believe it. He was so used to things being the other way--so he fought. He bit. He hated them. Sometimes Michikatsu visited him and he asked her to make them leave. To not bother him. He told her how to make a lily balm that soothed his skin when she applied it.

But those moments were few and far between... as lost to the pain as he was.

This time, though..

“Michikatsu-chan..?” His voice was a rasp. “Michikatsu-chan..?”

He reached for her. He felt wretched--as if he died and was brought back to life... or left to fry in a pan of oil... or as if he were nearly killed. All of which were apt to describe the type of pain he was in. And he hated it. He almost would rather take the choking.. well, maybe not. At least breathing was easy. It may have hurt, but he didn’t feel as if he had crushed glass in his lungs.

“Don’t leave me. Put the paste on-- but-- you-- have been doing this?” He looked at her as if he were betrayed. “Michikatsu-chan..”

But he understood why. He was too far gone, in too much pain and it was required. But he thought.. he thought she would-- there wasn’t really any other option. Only this. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Better to get it done and over with. But I expect to be held afterwards.” It was a grumble. An almost petulant pout. He knew that he couldn’t get better without Michikatsu--who at least did a good job at mixing the concoctions he’d managed to tell her when he was in the moment.

His experiments were good for something.

“Be careful.. this talk of pinning me down is going to give me ideas,” it was his idea of a joke. “And as a patient, I’m not supposed to have those.”

#fallesto #❛as we rest in pieces ﹐i would suffer forever to absolve all your pain❜―「michikatsu // fallesto」#❛tell me what you’ve lost﹐if you’re so wise why are you so soft？❜―「answered」#❛promise me a place in your house of memories❜―「replies」#❛of one mind we unite to write a code❜―「rp」#❛they try to bend and break me by design so i am the nightmare that will haunt them in the night❜―「descent into obscurity」

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ratsonas · 1 year

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if i ever have a wedding ceremony (doubt i will) it would be as lowkey as fucking possible. no dress code no long speeches no venue nothing. actually if i ever got married itd probably be at the courthouse and if i had a "party" it would be very very small. im not interested in that shit

#i do NOT want to be the center of attention and i dont want people to have to sit through the boringest shit possibel #and i dont want my extended family there that would make me uncomfortable #like honestly it all just sounds like a nightmare lmao #ive only been to one wedding and it was a lesbian wedding at an apple orchard and no dress code and the ceremony was like 15 minutes long #and the wives cooked all their food (they actually just opened a restaurant together!!!!) and it was so chill and really enjoyable #if i had to have a wedding thats what i would want it to be like

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watermelinoe · 3 months

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was he a linguistics major or were you

he was a linguistics major, i was taking comp sci courses bc i was considering double majoring in fine art and comp sci

#answered #i would've done it but my chronic pain was totally out of control #and all the comp sci courses were in central campus where parking was a nightmare even with my handicap placard #so if i couldn't find a reasonably close parking spot i would give up and go home #the art buildings had their own parking lot #sooo that made the decision for me #but anyway i was the one taking the coding courses lol

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begaycommittreason · 6 months

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honestly i forgot that dick originally wanted to adopt jason as well just imagine how chaotic that would’ve been like

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jay: uh what’s for dinner

dick: well we have cereal and…

dick:

dick: hey don’t kids like the whole breakfast for dinner thing?

jay: i miss alfred

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dick: and for a bed i’d like to introduce you to this lovely thing called a futon!!

jay: …better than a cardboard box i guess

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jay: can i fight crime yet

dick: you’re a child

jay: you’re a slightly larger child

dick: …fair point, no extreme violence and minimum 4 flips per patrol

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dick: when a mommy and daddy love each other very much—

jay: i am not doing this with you dickface i know what sex is

dick: wait no little wing i have a powerpoint presentation. it’s color coded and everything!

jay: i wish i’d stayed on the street

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dick: okay that’s enough, you know what, get on top of the fridge

jay, hissing: this house is a fucking nightmare

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jay: hey some friends at school wanted to watch a movie, is it okay if they come here—

dick: yes, yes! oh my god finally i’m so proud you’re making friends jaybird, i’m gonna be the coolest host dad ever i’ll make pizza and

jay, already on the phone: yeah he said no, sorry guys, can we do it at tommy’s?

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dick teaching jason trapeze and circus stuff 😭

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jay: god the circus is so lame

dick: exCUSE ME i’m disowning you, get out

jay: WHAT

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dick, who forgot to pick up jay from school: oh god i’m so sorry, i’ll never do it again

jay, who’s thrilled to be allowed in the library after hours every time, but never one to pass on a guilt trip: wow dick i never thought you of all people would abandon me

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dick: listen my support group says-

jay: you joined a support group for single moms dickface, that doesn’t count

dick: it does too, they all think i’m very brave for doing this alone

jay: for fucks sake-

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dick, coming home late from a date and seeing the lights on: uhh hello?

jay, sitting on a stool: and just where have you been all night young man?

dick: IM 26

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jason, pointing at the wayne family photos: so who do we like, and who do i hate on principle

dick:

dick: okay so this is complicated

jason: there’s only like three living people??

dick: right. so—

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dick, who pulled an all-nighter working on a case: good morning!

jay, who was reading jane austen and didn’t notice the sun came up: right…morning

dick:

jay:

dick: you didn’t sleep did you

jay: well clearly neither did you

dick: fair enough, coffee?

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jay: so this guy was shovin’ me around and-

dick: i’ll kill him

jay: …no.

dick: but-

jay: his mom’s the librarian and i can’t afford to fall out of sharon’s good graces

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dick: look it’s not my fault i’m so charismatic

jay: i’m not asking for a lot here

dick: you’re asking me to suppress my nature

jay: i’m asking you to stop flirting with all my teachers at parent teacher conferences

dick: c’mon it’s not that big of a deal

jay: …miss shields gave me her phone number to pass along the other day. so did mr. burnes, it’s getting outta hand dick

dick: oh i see, this is serious

dick: she’s really cute, maybe i should-

jay: STOP IT

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#dick actually choosing to pass the robin mantle on to jason 😭#they’d be so cute your honor #dick grayson #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #dc

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pixelatedraindrops · 6 months

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The NDA afflicted with different illness 😷 + sprites :3

Yuma: Influenza/High Fever

Yakou: Stomach Virus

Halara: Bad Allergies

Desuhiko: Laryngitis

Fubuki: High Fatigue/Dizziness

Vivia: Severe Anemia/Dehydration

Kurumi: Common Cold

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#rain code #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight #whump posting #illness posting #illness #sicknario #my edits #pixeledits #sprite edits #NOW IMAGINE A FIC OF ALL OF THEM LIKE THIS #THE NDA’S SICK DAY OFF #yes I do include kurumi amongst the NDA she's pretty much one of them.#I kinda feel like yuma and kurumi would be huddled together w similar symptoms sharing the same sofa #desuhiko would constantly try to talk but it ends in a coughing fit he'd share a sofa w fubuki #halara would remain composed despite their runny nose and fortress of tissues they'd remain on their chair wrapped in a blanket #fubuki would try to get up to try helping only to collapse right after her fever causing her to be delirious and clingy w desuhiko #vivia would…just be asleep in the fireplace covered in a blanket on a soft pillow and with water bottles surrounding him #and finally yakou would take it upon himself to try to take care of everyone else even though he feels like he’ll puke constantly #just me rambling at 2am lol #TAKE THIS INFO AS YOU WILL 😈#I may attempt to write this sometime...#they're all blorbos for me to torment now lol

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confessedlyfannish · 7 months

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DP x DC Prompt #6

Phantom is sitting at the Batcomputer, kicking his legs back and forth. With the seat last set for Batman's height, his feet barely skim the ground. He's propped his head up with one hand, examining something he is holding between his thumb and forefinger in the other.

He is very casual for someone who has never been told the location of the Batcave.

"Phantom," Batman grunts. Phantom doesn't glance his way, likely having heard the Batmobile pulling in.

"Hi Bruce," he says. "I had a nightmare last night."

It's important to note that The Justice League does not know Phantom's true age, although there are several theories:

Theory One: he is a ghost dating back to several thousand BCE. The proof of this is sparse but present, through written record of beings with white hair and green eyes and uncanny likenesses found in artifacts proven to be authentic. Could these truly be Phantom? Yes. However, there is

Theory Two: he is a teenager, as his visual presence suggests. This could be true even if his existence is thousands of years old, as his mentality might not have advanced beyond that of a child aged fourteen to sixteen when they died. This is supported by his general behavior and advanced knowledge of memes. The few times he and Red Robin have interacted, Bruce did not understand a word of it without extensive googling. But worse, of course, there is

Theory Three: Phantom is the age of his first recorded appearance in modern times, only a few years ago. Phantom's recorded appearances in the past were sparse compared to his consistent existence in this century, which could hint at a timestream accident similar to Bruce's own, if they are real. And ultimately, this would not be the first time a two year old presented as a teenager in form.

Two out of three options propose Phantom is a child, and so Batman's tone is gentle when he says,

"Did you?"

"Yeah," Phantom says, words almost a sigh. Whatever is in his hand catches in the lamp light, shining green.

It's kryptonite. Phantom is holding a shard of kryptonite.

"Sorry." Phantom twirls his chair around to face Bruce. He holds the shard out in his palm. "I called you Bruce, didn't I? I know you hadn't told me yet."

"That's okay," Bruce says. He takes the shard calmly, his suit's layered biometrics disguising the fact his heart is racing. He recognizes this chunk from his stores, kept in the secure, deepest, impenetrable section of the cave coded to his DNA alone.

He's been aware Phantom's powers include invisibility and intangibility, but the ghost has been benevolent, honorable, and heroic since introduced and he had allowed his guard to slip. All it would've taken is being tailed one time, and now he must rely on that benevolence.

"And I'm sorry about that," Phantom says, nodding at the belt Batman has tucked the kryptonite inside. It will do nothing to stop Phantom should he decide to pluck it away again, but kept out of sight in a lead-lined pouch still feels safer than out in the open.

"I needed to make a point." Phantom says. The words are threatening but his tone is not.

"Oh?" Bruce asks, wary nonetheless.

"I'm really strong," Phantom says. "I can walk through walls. I can disappear. I can fly. I can blast and freeze stuff. I don't need to breathe. Traditional weapons don't really work on me."

"I can duplicate," a voice says from behind Bruce. He whirls around, batarang in hand, to see another Phantom rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That duplicate will have all the same powers," the doppelganger says, apologetically. He floats back over to the Phantom sitting on the chair and the two merge.

"I have bad powers too, ones I don't like to use. I can scream at things until they fall apart, even buildings. I can...I can possess people, and make them do things," he admits, unable to look Batman in the eye. "It's not that all ghosts are like this, pretty much all of them aren't, it's just that I'm one of the stronger ones, and I'm only going to get stronger, and the stronger I get, the more powers I might get, and the less weapons even made especially to fight ghosts will work on me."

None of this is phrased as a threat, but rather a confession.

"Why are you telling me this?" Batman asks.

"I had a nightmare," Phantom repeats weakly. He reaches under the computer table and pulls out a purple JanSport backpack, cotton dirty and frayed with use. He unzips the front pocket and pulls out a small plastic baggy. He offers the baggy to Batman, his hand shaking.

Batman takes the baggy, examining the contents. Inside are six tiny little dots. They look like poppy seeds, but held up to the light are a deep purple in color.

"Phantom, what are these?"

"Hemo Prunus," Danny says, eyes stuck on the baggy. He's paler than usual. "Colloquially: blood blossoms. At the time they were grown it was believed they required drops of blood to grow, but a friend of mine who likes plants thinks it's more likely they actually just like a higher quantity of iron in their soil. You know, truths found in witch's tales and stuff like that. I don't know much about their care beyond that but I do know they were grown previously in Salem in the late 1600s, early 1700s during their summer seasons with some amount of success so perhaps you can mimic that environment and go from there. From what I've gathered they're incredibly difficult to grow, but I figure if anyone can do it it's you."

"I'm not exactly the gardening type," Batman says dryly.

Phantom laughs faintly. He looks like he's about to pass out, which should be impossible and is not the correct reaction to gifting someone a rare piece of flora.

"Phantom," Batman says again, slowly. "What are these?"

"They're my kryptonite."

Bruce closes his fist over the bag immediately, taking several steps back to put distance between himself and Phantom. "Are you alright?" he asks sharply.

"I'm fine," Phantom says, waving a hand. "As seeds they just sting a little, like nettles."

That's not the reaction of someone being lightly stung, Bruce thinks. Phantom looks like he needs the chair he's sitting in just to stay upright.

Then the rest of his words click together.

"You're giving me these," Bruce says.

"Yes," Phantom says. "For safekeeping."

"To grow."

Phantom's smile fades. "For safekeeping," he says, looking at Bruce's belt. Where he has stored the kryptonite.

The enormity of what Phantom is entrusting him with hits Bruce like a ton of bricks, and he finally realizes that Phantom is not sick but terrified. He is quietly, deeply, terrified. Bruce also realizes that a reaction like that is not born out of fear of the unknown but is the reaction of someone who has felt the sting of the bee and felt their throat close up. At some point Phantom has felt the blood blossom flower, and the sheer memory of it is enough to make the ghost go almost catatonic with terror.

And he has still handed over the one weapon that can hurt him to the Batman, and told him all he knows on how to make more.

I had a nightmare.

"Is this all of it?" Bruce asks, the question coming out brusquer than intended. Phantom blinks.

"Yes, I'm sorry, that's all I could--yes that's all," he stammers.

Bruce shakes his head. "I mean, does anyone else have access to it? Is anyone else growing this that we should be aware of?"

Phantom can't mask a sudden shudder, his reactions always woefully transparent (pun not intended). "No, that's the last of it. No. No. I don't think," his eyes grow wider, "I don't think so," he whispers, to himself, an attempt at comfort.

Way to go, Bruce, a familiar voice whispers, you just scared the kid harder. Bruce drops the packet on a table beside him and strides forward to put a firm hand on Phantom's shoulder.

"I'll make sure of it," he says. He'll pull Kal in and together they'll make sure, the same way they raided every GiW base across the United States four months prior. Phantom looks up at him the same way he did then, with complete and utter trust.

"Thank you," he says quietly. "But if you do...if you do find any more, promise me you won't destroy it. Promise me you'll keep it, the same way you keep the kryptonite. Please, Bruce."

He's not just asking him to keep it. Another weight finds its place, settling on the Bat's shoulders like the cape he wears. Another contingency for a hero he fears will one day be a dear friend.

"I promise, Phantom."

"Danny," Phantom says, "My name is Danny. A name for a name, right?"

"Danny," Bruce says, heart growing ever heavier. "I promise."

#I watched Epilogue from JLU right before this #can you tell #I'm in my feelings so hard rn #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #my writing #batman #danny phantom

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that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good

Every inch

1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.

SEQUEL: EVERY INCH 2 🔪 THREEQUEL: 3

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Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist). You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.

Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up. It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car. He smells faintly of weed and sweat. You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand. You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure.

He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried. It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare?

You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you. Your heart pounds in your chest. You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body closer and your heart nearly stops as your inner thigh softly nudges his hand. But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it. Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches. He’s only somewhat hard, but obviously packing. He still doesn’t move. His chest is rising and falling with his breaths. You know he’s alive. Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more. You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.

What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately. It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear. You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you. Stabbing is penetrative after all. Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him? After all, he’s only a man. Why not, you think. This could be your best chance to find out. This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation. You’re turned on thinking about it. If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose. Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.

Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush. The tables have turned. You’re on top of him now. You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer. You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is. Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you. Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself.

-

His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up. But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.

Then you have a thought. You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react. You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing. You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap. Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.

His mask moves. He seems to look at you. Then a soft, low sigh. You lower your crotch again and he’s harder. You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder. A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.

You’re going to have to have him. This is your chance and you can’t resist it. Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again. You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient. You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband. His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock. You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs. Your core aches to be filled.

You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch. He moans but doesn’t move. Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt. His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full. It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time. You wonder if you could just fuck from now on. If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.

You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness. You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly. You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.

-

His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms, unable to free them from the headrest. He’s groggy and weak. You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming. You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.

His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race. “Knew it.” Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard. Always wanted this cock. Knew it. He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.

“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger. Nasty Girl.

He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips. Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him. You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.

You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls. You decide to jerk him off as a power move. You kneel into the open door frame of the car. You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist. “All ya had to do was ask,” he says. All you had to do was ask. You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street. Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.

“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade. He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.

You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly. His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.

You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants. Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe. You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.

-

Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤

Thanks @darkscape for helping me brainstorm his tagline.

#ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface x you #slasher smut #slasher fanfiction #cw noncon #tw noncon #cw somnophilia #night walks #ghostface #slasher fucker #billy loomis x reader #ethan landry x reader #toxicanonymity ☠️#mickey altieri #dark fic #ghostface ☠️

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mr. big (social media au) - cs55

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Summary: The one where there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, your boyfriend, Carlos.

Pairing: carlos sainz x romance writer!reader (model used: random people i found on pinterest)

Warnings: none other than some cursing? carlos being an old money dream as always

Request: "For a smau, would love to see romance writer!reader with Carlos (he is just Disney prince vibes) where fans aren’t quite sure how they got together but the influence him on her work is greatly appreciated" by my lovely @percervall

Author note: OKAY JUST REALISED I AM A CARRIE AND BIG APOLOGIST, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT (i might be freaking out about them, but i will always be a charlotte girl)!!! (might honestly turn it into a series because who doesn't love a satc x old money crossover???)

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

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yourusername: busy, busy, busy bee.

user: thank you mother for feeding us with another hot billionaire novel

yourusername: you are more than welcome

user: how is she not only one of the best romance authors, but also a fashion icon??

user: can't wait to read what carlos inspired this time!!

carlossainz55: you are not wearing you glasses again, cariño

yourusername: why don't you come put them on yourself??

user: oh, they are so cute it's sickening

user: GIVE US THE MANUSCRIPT AND END OUR SUFFERING

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user: how did they get together again??

user: i think he ran into her at one of her book signings in madrid?

user: i thought it was when she went to the paddock for some good old r&d?

user: i heard somewhere that a friend set them up

yourusername posted a new story!

carlossainz55 posted a story!

yourusername

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yourusername: life lately & "between love and loathing" out june 23rd.

user: we love the romantic getaway, and a new book!!

user: we're being fed in more ways than one, and i am not complaining at all!!

user: oh shit, we're about to read the best romance novel of all time

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carlossainz55: i'm so proud of you, you have no idea

yourusername: way to make me cry

yourusername: i love you though

carlossainz55: te quiero más

user: I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ARE THE OLD MONEY COUPLE WE NEEDED ALL ALONG AND WE DON'T KNOW HOW THEY STARTED DATING

user: it will remain forever a mystery

user: but at least we have content to keep us going through these hard times

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: one of us made the pancakes, and one of us stood there looking pretty.

yourusername: hey, it was your turn to make breakfast

carlossainz55: and i loved every second of it

yourusername: even doing the dishes?

carlossainz55: especially doing the dishes

user: this is by far the most romance book thing this man has done

user: i still don't understand how they started dating, but good for them i guess

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landonorris: hey, i didn't get any pancakes, did you? @charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: didn't even know we were having pancakes, where are our pancakes @carlossainz55

landonorris: and cooking in a towel?? how is that sanitary??

charles_leclerc: he's breaking at least a dozen health codes

carlossainz55: i hate you both

yourusername: you are all a pr nightmare

scuderiaferrari: i agree

user: damn he got lucky

yourusername

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yourusername: and there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, carlos sainz.

user: SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

user: what kind of an iconic cunt slay is this

user: and just like that... they became the coolest couple on the internet

user: NEW NOVEL IDEA, SEX AND THE CITY RETELL WITH CARLOS

user: girl wtf

yourusername: no let her cook

yourusername: you might be onto something here

user: don't know if i want to be her or be carlos

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user: everybody say thank you mom for blessing us

carlossainz55: amor

yourusername: amor x2

user: oh she's working overtime god bless you

#monzabee #formula 1 x reader #social media au #f1 social media au #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #formula one x reader #carlos sainz social media au

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