I love seeing Danny Phantom showing up and being like ‘don’t ask too many questions but John Constantine I own your soul. All of it. Lmao sucks to suck bitch’, and he’s usually all Ghost King Full Regalia as he does it, at least in front of the Justice League, but consider—
He just shows up as Danny Fenton.
“yeah I got bored and collected the pieces like Pokémon. Gotta catch ‘em all” says the 5’2 teen who looks like a stiff breeze could trip him. He denies being a sorcerer, or a magician, concedes he’s maybe psychic but mostly he’s just…. The kid of two mad scientists—who have a basement lab where they opened a portal to what he SAYS is not hell but no one is frankly CONVINCED, by the way—and he hasn’t decided what to do with Constantine yet besides getting Danny into some r rated horror movies, but figures he should tell the dude probably.
“What’d you even trade for some of his soul contracts?”
“Don’t worry about it”
They worry about it
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I will never get over this fanfic..
here ya' got, some FlatDreams doodles i did, sorry if it's a little confusing, i wasn't in the whole mood to draw, but i was reading the fanfic again * sobbing * and i was CRAVING for drawing a bit of it-
(and some little billy drawings because, well, he's my spiritual animal HSHAH)
(btw if you have any ideas or recommendations for drawings or minicomics please let me know... I want to draw these beautiful creatures of evil and my mind is DRY-)
just in case
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I never want to see another skybound take again, cause most of it is just “Starscream is so sadistic and malicious for no reason, he’s so bloodthirsty” HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN? HE’S BEEN A PIECE OF SHIT SINCE HIS ORIGINAL INCEPTION? Read some other tf media than idw for once oh my goddddddd
It’s so frustrating cause the main reason I like Starscream in Skybound is because he’s treated less like comedic relief but like. An actual threat. But people hate it because for reason they figured out Starscream wasn‘t a nice character?
Also, and I feel like it’s very obvious, but Starscream is meant to contrast optimus?
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(go on and) kiss the boy
“So,” Mike starts, drawing out the word, and Will turns to him.
“Any ideas on how to spend the next fifteen minutes?”
It’s teasing, suggestive when he wiggles his eyebrows, and it’s so unexpected that Will lets out a surprised laugh, unabashed, and it’s so easy, how the tension falls away, and it’s only them again.
“You’re ridiculous,” Will shakes his head, smiling, but Mike looks proud of himself anyway.
He points out, “I don’t hear you complaining.”
Will scoffs, nudging at him with an elbow. “Whatever,” he smoothly replies. Mike grins.
Will, Mike, and the numerous attempts at their first kiss.
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The problem with writing is that you have to use your brain for it, and my brain, you see, reacts to the sightest hint of containment by sprinting madly towards the nearest shiny idea.
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once again stewing over how fucking mean and vindictive the show made Louis to his own family as some sort of grizzly angsty "you have to separate yourself from everything you love because you're a MONSTER now" when in reality Louis literally said:
It was only now as a vampire that I did come to know my sister, forbidding her the plantation for the city life which she so needed in order to know her own time of life and her own beauty and come to marry, not brood for our lost brother or my going away or become a nursemaid for our mother. And I provided for them all they might need or want, finding even the most trivial request worth my immediate attention.
My sister laughed at the transformation in me when we would meet at night and I would take her from our flat out the narrow wooden streets to walk along the tree-lined levee in the moonlight, savoring the orange blossoms and the caressing warmth, talking for hours of her most secret thoughts and dreams, those little fantasies she dared tell no one and would even whisper to me when we sat in the dim-lit parlor entirely alone. And I would see her sweet and palpable before me, a shimmering, precious creature soon to grow old, soon to die, soon to lose these moments that in their intangibility promised to us, wrongly…wrongly, an immortality.
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Hi cheap, i know you might be busy at the moment, but heres a free quick drawing i made for you :)
Oh WOWEE!! I’d never be too busy to appreciate some fine and FREE art!! You’re all very inspired by me, aren’t you?
Heheh…Gosh…This is so. SO incredible…I mean, would you look at that! Its me!
Now you know what I’ve got to do, right? I’ve got to find a place to put these up for all to see!!
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You look back after a moment and give a slight smile, reaching your hand up to Springtrap’s face. There’s clicking within his body as his eyes snap to your approaching hand, searching it as he straightens in uncertainty. Your hand still reaches his chin, however, and his look suddenly softens. He peers away from you at the floor as, with a mechanical shift, his body relaxes a bit, his face pressing ever so slightly more into your hand.
The rims along the underside of the suit pieces were the most damaged with time. The hairs that were there were short, but the wear created a smoother grain, a more silken-suede feel than any bare spots on the rest of the suit. The rim of his chin gradually shifted from the normal synthetic furred texture at the edges of the jaw to this smoother feel at the the center, which made it nice to pass up and down.
You look up from where you had been tracing his face to see his eyes lightly close. Your movement slows for a few more brushes from the outside in until falling still at the point of his chin. You hold your hand there, your thumb shifting up to rub below his lip.
It remains until you give a weighted breath, and it begins to drop.
“Wait,” he quickly starts as his eyes click open, one hand suddenly moving up to your arm. It hovers there for a moment, seeming hesitant to grab your wrist, before steadily settling further down your arm, each finger lightly placed after the other. “Can you… leave it there?”
There’s a second of silence as your eyes meet his tired gaze. You look back at his chin as you slowly reach up to his face once again.
His heavy head moves to meet you this time, forcing your hand down a bit, his eyes closing tightly now and his ears making a light “clink” as they droop. You move your other arm up and cup his face in both palms. His one hand shifts up towards your wrist, the second gently wrapping around your other wrist. He gradually tilts his head down, pressing further. His eyes open to a slit for a moment before slowly closing again.
His comforted sigh rumbles through your hands.
-heartbeat anon
I will remain anon :)c
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*coughs* @skeletoninthemelonland hey bro this is so cool check this out
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