#hyperfixation and burn out is a BITCH

[ask-dusty-boy]

I’m a planes blog I like planes and making Blane’s into bird peopel HOW THE FUCK DID I END UP LIKING SEXY ROBOTS

[ruvviks]

rip myra you will always be ms cunt to me

[chlorophylliccoyote]

A WIP picture of a lino block that I spent the entirety of today carving, This is not school work or home work although I do have that. I doubt that this is going to be printed on Sunday, so you all may have to wait a while to see this dragon and their hotsprings return. Hopefully I can figure out how to properly relief print, because I don't actually need an expensive press to print these.

[evilminji]

You know what would be both Cool(tm) AND Pants Shittingly Terrifying? Eldritch Space Whale Danny!

Except NOT! Because he's not a whale! Just snoozing and Giganto-Fuck-Off HUGE!

Imagine it! Danny. Joint Custody Child of The Ancients Of Time And Space. Space is SALTY AF because their BITCH OF AN EX has used his FUCKING POWERS, AGAIN, to CHEAT. Clockwork how DARE YOU.

You knew he'd be our Son in advance!

YOU SNUCK IN AND STARTING BONDING WITH OUR CHILD BEHIND MY BACK!

YOU [REDACTED]!

Danny? Sitting off to the Side as a Sentient Everything and Nothing made of galaxies and starlight, howls expletives at their Ex, who is being... REALLY snippy back? WOW, Clockwork. I mean, JESUS, man. Danny's from "oh bless their heart" Nowhere, Midwest. And even HE thinks that last one was both backhanded and cold af.

......he should take notes. *continues to eat his popcorn*

Anyway! APPARENTLY, Space Parent has taken him in the divorce. With much huffing. Tucked under their arm Like The Football(tm). And honestly? This is kinda hilarious, so he's cool with it. Byyyyyy~ Clock Dad! See you on weekends~☆!

*Exasperated Time Noises*

It's pretty cool! He learns a lot. Learns he's probably? Gonna be SOME variation of Space Ghost. Might even take over Space's... well, EVERYTHING, should the unforeseeable occur. So obviously, gonna have to learn The Family Business, as it were!

Which?

UNSPEAKABLY HYPED, YES PLEASE.

SPACE AND STAR STUFF! HECK YEAH!

Unfortunately? Still a Halfa. Bleh, squishy need to eat and sleep. Why they get in the way of Hyperfixation? Why no more space dust? Nooooo, don't drag him away from the controls! He can still learn! Sleep is for quitters! Cowards! *whining in Give Me Back My Blorbos, You Monsters*

But, no. He apparently has to "take care of his body" and "not burn out". Eat "real food". A protein bar counts! He probably ate one of those! Give him back his STARS! He doesn't CARE if he sounds like a toddler! That's DIRECT ACCESS TO THE SECRETS OF SPACE ITSELF! He'll BITE, so HELP HIM-! *Is scruffed like a cranky infant being carried off to beddy bye*

Injustice! D:<

But, none the less, body's require sleep. He shovles down his food, washes up, and flops down in his bed. In the nice lil cozy "Safe For My Half Apprentice Who Is Also My Adopted Son" corner. He passes out in that corner. Starts to float, as he has done countless times before, when agitated before bed. Floats OUT of that corner.

That Safe Little Corner.

IN THE CENTER, THE BEATING HEART OF SPACE.

You know... the place ALL OF SPACE connects too. Where Universe Form and Die. The Grand Recycler. Dust to Dust, from the ashes of old, to the creation of new. Where PORTALS are randomly assigned. So that the Omniversal Ectoplasmic Levels may always be balanced at near to perfect levels, allowing free flow of Souls through the various Reincarnation cycles.

Space, of course, doesn't MANAGE the Ectoplasm itself. Nor the Souls! Different Ancient for THAT, but they DO manage the PORTALS. We live in a SYSTEM after all. Everyone has their "departments" as it were. So really, it's quiet... Danny? Honey? Awful quiet back there! You, uh, fallen asleep, Starlight?

*empty room*

(O.O)

*inhale* AAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!

Meanwhile! He be Snoozin'! And Ghostin'! Ghost Snoozin'! Is extra comfy, cause he weightless and got not booooones~☆!

But! He? Is not a child anymore! Has learned to... for lack of a better term, Let Go. To finally ACCEPT his Death. His inhumanity. His Amortality. Death no longer holds him, can no longer let him go. He is... not immortal. He is disowned, by his own doing and his own choice, at his timeless moment of Ending.

When Life let go of his hand and Death kindly offered theirs, he did not take it.

And that's okay.

It took awhile. Talking to older ghosts. Most vague and vast, near formless. Because it's... it's scary. And it's all you know. All, really, you've EVER known. Inherent to your identity, even after you leave that part you behind.

You are "human". "Martian" or "Xy'xeruian", something else, and you never question it. Even when you've left behind everything ELSE. Your name, your eyes, your history and skin. Yet you fly around and pretend. Still alive, still human.

But is that YOU?

Or just the form you found your start in?

And like? It's okay if it IS! Sometimes, yeah, you ARE. You look down deep and find a "don't know what you were expecting, buddy" sign stapled to a mirror. But more often? It's that last hurdle. The final step in Letting Go.

Everyone mourns at their own pace.

And they are the ghosts of who they were.

It helped. Mourning for the kid he was. Who was fourteen and wanted to be an astronaut. Who died and will never have a grave. The longer he exsists, for he can't technically be called Alive, the more painfully young that child seems.

It was okay.

To cry for Danny Fenton.

Then? To let him go. Let his memory, be memory. And his Past be the grave that child rests in. Loved dearly and remembered, but no longer binding his soul.

He doesn't have to wear that face anymore.

No tributes to the Dead.

He got? Kinda... BIG. Like REALLY big. Spiraling, serpentine, cracking ice, and burning galaxies. Like a fourth dimensional dragon, of ice and stars, somehow forcing its way into a three dimensional space. Atop it all, between two vast, impossible horns? Made of glacial ice coating the warping hearts of black holes, who's shape themselves seem to shift in unknowable ways? There burns, like comet trails, with super novas, compressed to decorative gems beneath glittering morning frost, a Terrible Crown.

He? Thinks? He MIGHT have wings.

He can't tell.

Because APPARENTLY he's a fuckin tesseract! Oh, no, sorry. He might me a Zone DAMNED PENTERACT!!! Is THIS what he gets for hanging out with Clockwork all the time? He just liked the quiet! Now his "true form" is PHYSICALLY PAINFUL for most people to look at!

Clock Dad WHAT THE HELL?!

(You see, now, why Space broke up with him? An ASSHOLE)

So! Danny stays, usually at least, in his "Hi, yes, I am Normal Human Man" Ghost form. But NOW? Now it PINCHS. Because it's TOO SMALL. But hey, that's fine! It's not like he has an ingrained habit of transforming when super tired and stressed! To float sleep for Maximum Restfulness(tm).

Ha ha!

Why does that feel like foreshadowing?

BECAUSE IT IS!

Danny? Snoozing! Space? Has LOST THE BABY! Portals? Have done a Jood Gob in Portalling, something they are vaguely sure they are supposed to be doing! Yay them! They have no brain cells but still enjoy helping! They moved a thing! That's helpful right? Yay! Probably!

And on DC's planet Earth?

They? Just choked on their fuckin coffee. One moment? La dee daa~ oooh~ look! Stars! Deep space! Oh, hiiii~ Watchtower! The NEXT? *every alarm in the building starts LOSING ITS SHIT* Giant World OBLITERATING SHAPE completely takes up the screen.

From near PLUTO.

There are NO WORDS TO DISCRIBE HOW FUCK OFF BIG THIS THING IS, MR. PRESIDENT. It will eat our nukes and LAUGH. Call! EVERYBODY!!!

Obviously? Superman. I mean really, OF COURSE Superman. Frankly, all the Supers. Because we would like to KEEP having a planet, thanks. Only? The more reports that come in? The more everyone is getting "oh fuck. This is a Workd Eater" vibes.

A massive, massive, Sleeping Titan of a Planet Destroying World Eater.

That MIGHT BE MAGIC.

*highly stressed Everyone noises*

And WORSE? Superman? Can't TOUCH it! Oh sure, at FIRST he could! But then he apparently pushed too hard in just one spot! And it felt POKED AT. So now, after flicking superman HALFWAY BACK TO EARTH to make him stop? No one can physically touch it!

But! There is hope!

Because? The creature is GREEN. Bright, luminous, Lantern Green! And Earth's Lanterns have already sent for back up. Combined? The were able to move a... hand? Paw? Something. But! With the combine forces of several nearby sectors of Lanterns? They promise the power to either relocate the creature or at least hold it in orbit until FURTHER forces can be deployed!

They refuse to harm the creature until it proves actively hostile, as it could have been seeking a place to nap and chosen one inconvenient to established planetary life. Frankly? Earth doesn't CARE where you relocate the giant Eldritch Space Dragon. Just NOT IN OUR BACKYARD, PLEASE.

....YES WE ARE SURE! We don't CARE if the scientific community of our planet is begging you to set up an area for them to place an "observation satellite"! No giant Eldritch Space Dragons in our solar system! It might WAKE UP!

Naturally, about half way THROUGH this Highly Delicate Operation?

Danny Wakes Up.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation

[broadway-karkat]

HAPPY 4/13!!! I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A GOOD WHILE NOW. AS YOU KNOW, I SPEAK ALTERNIAN, NOT HUMANESE, SO IT'S HARD FOR ME TO RAP. BUT I DID MY FUCKING BEST FOR YOU CURSED CREATURES. AS ALWAYS, YOU ARE FUCKING WELCOME.

YES THIS IS A STRIDER DISS. IT STARTED AS A TROLL DRAKE DISS BUT THEN... I DON'T KNOW, IT WENT TOO HARD FOR JUST THAT.

(Modkat stepping in to say this is NOT directed at any Dave voice-actors/singers, in fact I checked with some Dave voiceactors around the Tumblr-O-Sphere and they were cool with it. I've just been hyperfixated on this song ever since the superbowl halftime show and decided to have some fun with it! Kendrick Lamar thank you for my life)

ART BY KENNYKENBEE, LYRICS BY ME BELOW THE CUT

Psst, I see dead people (Sollux on the beat, yo)

Ayy, Sollux on the beat, yo Spit out some bars to my homie, it’s a free throw Man down, call an ambulance, tell him: Breathe, bro Got him to his quest bed now he walk around like Bozo

What's up with these greyless people tryna see Alternia? The humans can hate me, fuck 'em all and they lusus How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'ma fuck you up so bad, wish you weren’t adopted Beat your ass and hide the Texts if Sufferer’s watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show humans Certified god, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some bite in him Jump on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

Say, Dave, I hear you so ironic You better pray that condition’s not chronic To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you ready for the heartbreak

They tell me John the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Rose at the party playin' with her drinks now And Jade got a weird tail, why is she around? Certified human gods? Certified fuckass clowns

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, KK, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why y’all whinin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably uninspired

They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us

You think we gon' let you disrespect the trolls, fucker? I think that planet is gon' be your last stop, fucker Did friends foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Oh fuck it’s Davesprite, shit alright, go

The readers not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Dave, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain’t that somethin’? Get your apple juice and go cry to your brother

Ain't no lie, boy, fetch red Faygo or somethin' Since 2010 I had this bitch jumpin' The trolls be all excited, just cheering for my victory Isn’t all just contradictory? Don’t even need to try. Fuckass

Striders up in the medium Might dial this more than a burn, tell the fake god quit hidin' Fuck a caption, want action, no accident and I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished

Killed yourself on a loop, now that's connivin' Then act all innocent without even apologizin' I’m sad for all the Daves, doomed by the main Strider From Alternia down to Earth, I’m sure y’all turn on deciders

And your boy need his ass beat, that ”cool kid” move in flocks Those names gotta be registered and placed on planetary watch I lean on you trolls for another hit on vibes Yeah, it's all eyes on me and I’mma follow all them guides, ayy

Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Bway KK playin’ and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many fucks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Scratching is a lie, he a wannabe God, ayy Freaky-ass humans need to stay they ass inside, ayy Kick they ass up like it’s me and my pride, ayy Alternia’s back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us They not like us

Once upon a time, most of us was in chains Then the human doubled down callin' us some slaves Alternia had pailbots bringing all the pains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on aim

The humans was usin' trollfolk to cheat the game Did this on sneak and then was highly acclaimed You run to Alternia when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real troll challenge

You called Terezi when you didn't sniff the club (ayy, what?) Gamzee helped you get your lingo up (what?) Eridan gave you false hive cred Nep made you feel like a troll in your head (ayy, what?)

Vriska said you are from the outside (what?) Aradia say you good, but she lied You run to Alternia when you need a few boondollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

Troll players matter and the truth of the matter It was Sufferer’s plan to show y'all the liar

Mmm Mmm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mmm) He a fan, he a fan, he a

Freaky-ass human, he a wannabe God Freaky-ass human, he a wannabe God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass human, he a wannabe God Freaky-ass human, he a wannabe God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Let me hear you say: KNIGHT OF BLOOD (knight of blood) Say: Knight of Blood (knight of blood) Now step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

[mooncalf87]

Hazbin Hotel alive au hcs

Angel and Husk are married and Niffty is their adopted kid (she just kinda showed up at their door one day)

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Alastor runs a club called "Revive the Radio" which is basically just a group of people who are bat shit crazy about how much they love the Radio

Vaggie and Charlie run a rehab facility for all ages and Angel will come over to read to the younger teen patients

Vaggie has a hyperfixation on Pokémon Go and wanders around aimlessly with her phone out infront of her

Angel convinced Husk to play Santa at a local mall around the holiday times (husk will never admit how much he enjoys it)

Angel and Husk met in their 20s when Angel was a stripper and Husk was the bartender at the same club

Alastor went to school with Lucifer and then met Charlie later in life and IMMEDIATELY told her all the embarrassing stories about her dad

Sir Pentious owns an orphanage named "Egg Boys Sanctuary"

Carmilla Carmine also went to school with Alastor and Al still refuses to believe that little wild party bitch now has children

Alastor will show up to Husk and Angels house on the middle of the night to ask for whiskey from a very pissed Husk

Niffty is obsessed with the Disney princesses

Lucifer owns a local park and you can find him yelling at locals when they give the ducks bread

Husk was in the army for a couple years before he got injured and discharged when he was 28 and then he went to work at the club for a complete change of scenery

After he got with Husk, Angel no longer wanted to be a porn star but he still loved being an actor, so he ended up being a voice over actor for animated shows

Vox and Alastor dated before Alastor came to terms with himself being Aroace, it was 30 years ago and Vox still has a burning hatred for Alastor because Al broke up with him (al finds it funny how much Vox hates him)

Lucifer makes ducks in his spare time (he's the mayor as his actual job) and takes them to Sir Pentious's orphanage to give to the kids

I'll make more if you guys want me to

[toziersspaghettihead]

Less than a month back into my reddie hyperfixation and I’ve already returned to my beloved werewolf Richie thoughts.

Okay so, hear me out.

-🤡

Richie gets bit that summer, some time between patching up Ben and meeting everyone at the quarry. It’s all a blur, of course, Richie was terrified and had enough stress and adrenaline shooting through him already as it was. He knew to run which he did (assuming it was someone’s rabid dog) .

He had a joke thrown in there somewhere about how some men really need to keep a tighter leash on their bitches but that’s really not here nor there because he doesn’t make it very far.

It’s over and done with in the span of five minutes, he raced through a back alley with untied shoes and a heart racing faster than his feet could ever move.

Of course the back door to the Aladdin is locked, it’s the only time all summer that it has been. He’s been sneaking in there all june and dragging Eddie with him, they’d sit in the back huddled up close pretending to be paying customers all the while.

The lock doesn’t stop him from reaching for a loose brick and smashing it to bits but he’s never been quite as fast as Eddie or as strong as Bill and by the time he’s whipping the rusted door open and full bodily flinging himself inside- There’s pain.

It hurts like a bitch, teeth sinking into the thin skin of his ankle and Richie is sure if the movie playing behind him wasn’t a slasher; all of Derry would’ve heard him scream.

-But it’s just his luck that some big chested broad is getting slashed up on the silver screen as the tendons snap beneath the pressure of canines.

He isn’t sure what urges him to slam the door right on that dog’s ugly fucking maw but he does, and he does it hard enough that he hurts himself too. It doesn’t quite compare to the dog bite that stings and burns in a way that Richie is pretty sure has to mean he now has rabies- but hey, at least he’s still kicking , right?

The six o’clock show had only just started and Richie doesn’t feel like explaining this to anyone just yet so he pulls himself up and hobbles to the back row.

It isn’t the same without Eddie next to him, he doesn’t talk through the whole movie just to make him laugh or sneakily drop popcorn down Eddie’s shirt until they both nearly get kicked out from the rant that would soon follow.

He lets his ankle rest on the spot that’s usually reserved for his best friend and practically rips off his Hawaiian shirt to keep the seat clean.

Richie can practically hear Eds pestering voice ;“I’m not sitting on that, Richie! That’s how you get a blood born virus, Nuh uh”

He’s sure he must have passed out at some point because the two hours come and go in the blink of an eye. The lights blink on, people are picking up the crap they’ve left laying around and Richie- Well, Richie isn’t even fucking bleeding anymore.

The shirt under his ankle is caked in flakey red but Richie’s actual ankle is..fine? Aside from a gnarly black and blue that will definitely be easier to explain to his mother; there’s nothing there.

It’s almost like nothing happened at all.

Except it’s not.

Richie books it from the Aladdin, his bloody shirt in his shorts pocket and doesn’t stop until he’s in the safety of his own room. It’s not the first time that Richie thanks the universe for being an only child but it’s probably the first time that day as he practically rips the receiver of his landline off its hook.

He doesn’t even remember calling Eddie.

“Kaspbrak Re-“

“Dude, I got fucking attacked by a dog!” Richie doesn’t bother letting Eddie finish; his story is too big.

“You what?! Why aren’t you in the hospital, Dickwad?? This is how you get an infection!”

Richie raises an eyebrow that he knows Eddie can’t see, not that it matters, Eddie always knows.

“-because I’m fine now, Eds.”

Somewhere on the other end, Richie can hear whistling, it’s a high pitch sound that grates on his nerves and frays every cohesive thought he has.

Over that whistling, Eddie sharply inhales “-Don’t call me that and what do you mean fine? You just said you got attacked by a fucking dog!”

Richie’s eyes dart around his own room, searching for a reprieve from that awful pitch as he speaks “I don’t know? It bit me and now I’m fine, okay? But I think it had rabies.”

“If you have rabies, you should go to the hosp-“

But Richie can’t let him finish because that sound might just drive him crazy. Well, crazier than he already is after surviving an attack from a rabid dog.

“-Don’t you hear that?”

There’s a pause on the other end, no doubt Eddie listening for whatever it is that has Richie so uncomfortable.

“Rich, hear what? There’s nothing there.”

“You don’t hear that whistling? It’s the worst thing I’ve ever fucking heard.”

There’s shuffling from the receiver as Eddie moves around his own room and a soft slamming sound “I think my mom is whistling outside? She does that when she’s gardening.”

Eddie pauses before tacking on “what the fuck does that have to do with a rabid dog?”

-And shit like that just keeps happening.

Richie has no god damn peace left, between fighting a space clown and turning into a friggin monster; you would think that puberty would be the least of his problems.

But then again, he’s stuffed into a hammock with Eddie and he smells so sweet. Of course, he still smells like teenage boy, they all do but there’s a sweetness there; like his smell picked up the gentle parts of his personality.

All of the losers have a bit of personality to their cents, Richie can tell them apart from a mile away. Bev (aside from the cigarette smoke they’re both cloaked in) has the distinct scent of cinnamon, it almost has a bite to it; just like her. Bill smells like rain (Richie tries hard not to linger on it), Stan smells like fresh cut grass, Mike for reasons Richie still hasn’t figured out; always smells like cloves and Ben smells a lot like sawdust (in the most pleasant way Richie can describe it)

He thought of those scents a lot during his first full moon, when he was scared and alone. He hadn’t been as confused as he had expected. Then again he spent two weeks trying to understand how he healed from a rabid dog attack.

That full moon, instead of running through the woods and howling aimlessly , he founds his way to Eddie’s house and he sat there holding vigil until the sun rose in the sky.

On the nights where Richie tries so hard to stay away, he wakes up under Eddie’s window anyway.

The closest he ever came to telling Eddie the truth was the day he got bit. The next morning, when Richie practically fell out of bed and didn’t have a single mark on his body; he realized it was better if no one knew.

That also meant lying his ass off when Eddie runs into the club house every month to mention that he saw a giant wolf outside his fucking window again.

-and that’s just the beginning

[qonsolequeen]

I'm Retiring.

Yeah, no. No funny openings, no witty banter, not even an easy way to explain the title other than: Yea. I'm retiring... kind of. More below.

As you guys know I've been writing for the Callyieverse and Tales of Mewni for quite some time. It's almost been 7 years. Seven. Years. As Callyie once put it, I'm literally one of the founders of the Callyieverse. I ain't the creator herself but I respect to her for inspirin' me all those years back to get back into writing fanfiction and all that. Having said that:

I'm no longer going to be writing anything Callyieverse or Tales of Mewni related. I'm just burnt out of it, truth be told, this has been one of my biggest hyperfixations for a long time and even though I never finished quite a few storylines, I just can't really bring myself to continue writing for it. Burn out's real and, honey, call me Icarus bc I've been flying by the sun these last few years.

What does this mean moving forward?

Well, simply put, the following:

All my current, on-going projects are cancelled.

Most likely any commissions, art or fic, will be all you see of my characters unless someone else writes them.

This blog'll remain active since it's my main but just be aware that any fanfics ya see will be other fandom related

I won't be taking commissions any longer.

I'd also like to share with everyone how the following storylines would've gone.

Protecting the Peace

First off, holy hell there would have been so much new lore pushed into Mewni. With the Southern Vale being a completely closed off area there was going to be a lot more "return to formula" type creatures and more of the original show's feel.

Also, it would've revealed that the Goliaths weren't actually nearly as extinct as I've said they were these last few years. An enclave of Goliaths, taking one of the old cities and rebranding it "New Janek City," would have been one of the final obstacles in Visas' journey.

How would it have ended? Well...

Visas, everyone that came down to help her (Petal, Nia, Sunshine, Luci, Higgs, Pearl, Sarasim, and Hava (whose disappearance would've also been explained), and Elza would've discovered that (a) Visas and Elza were actually sisters after Haku and Eboshi had a fling together a few years before Haku met Higgs; (b) Visas was becoming more Precursor than Mewman bc of Precursor genetics and that change was being accelerated by Precursor magic; and (c) there were Gods watching over Mewni this whole time. Yeah. There would've been an explanation that they were amongst the first gods in creation but they didn't vibe with the feel of many dimensions until they reached Mewni, in its infancy, wherein they staked their claim and ruled over this new land. However, by the time Mewmans started taking over everything they'd long been forgotten to the point of being myths of myths, but the ancient Precursors kept the belief in them alive in the Vale when they established the first Magic Empire. Despite their disconnect from Mewni and Mewmanity, the Gods would not have been happy with the fact Astro was king. Not because he's a Titan (they scoffed at the idea of Gods despising Titans, seeing themselves as "above petty ideologies") but literally because Mewni was established as a Matriarchy and they imply they had a hand in tipping the scales in the Mewmans' favor (via the MHC) in exchange for Mewmans modelling themselves after the Gods.

Visas and co. return back to the Sanctuary wherein Visas declares that, by divine right, she's the Empress of the Vale and the first thing she's doing is going home, taking her sister with her, and beginning to live her life for herself for once.

Tony and Stacie Q

Now I know this'll come as a shock, but... T and Q would've ended up with a happily ever after. The next big fic I was working on was a dinner date where Tony was going to meet her parents, but, like I said, burn out's a bitch and I just never got around to finishing it.

Ashur, Nenet, the Hydra

Ash trying to overcome his greatest inner turmoil would've been... a long thing coming. He'd have a lot of insecurities to work through and even having slip ups like him getting into a fight with Lars over Nenet. Eventually, his Hydra side and him would've realized that neither could exist without the other and Ash would've fully embraced that side of him, effectively getting rid of it and finally living his life the way he wants to.

Tales of Mewni: Ragnarok

Loki and Cordelia would've ended up together... kind of? And the story would've ended with the fabled battle between the Aesir and Jotnar with Loki finding out his dead wife's soul was being made to fight for Odin. That would not have ended well for anyone involved. Loki also would demonstrate his immense magic power, to stop the fighting, by holding the weather still across all Nine Realms and even Avalon itself. All to remind everyone who exactly he is, why he's declaring the battle over, and sending the Jotnar back to their respective realms.

And... that's all.

I wanna thank quite a few people in no particular order, but first I'd like to thank @princesscallyie for taking a chance at reading The New Kids when I first brought it to her attention back in January of 2018 and for creating this next gen verse as a whole. I'd also like to thank @kururu418 for being there along my side helping me figure out ways to make things work for the Tales of Mewni side of things. @laylaylamode, I love the Stacies and the way you encouraged me even in my lowest moments with writing for the verse. @onelastfic, thank you for being such an amazing friend and confidant, as well as someone who I could always share and work on ideas with.

And to all my friends whom I talk to the most @princekaiofstars @aj-thegreatest @omnitheleader @yah-gurl-ari @des-the-girl @froppy-butterflyfan2000 @cooltmoney95, I cannot thank you guys enough for your support.

[hepilsketches]

another long-ass jeeko post

that can be better than jeeko sketch?

quick lazy jeeko sketch with a lot of text after it!

... aww, drawing more elaborated stuff lives me burned out pretty qickly, and I want to sketch as many things as I can until my job finds me again

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you know I kinda wish I could conduct a survey to understand the general paradigm in jeeko fandom if it exists at all

Like: "What are your main reasons for shipping jeeko?" Or: "Does it offend you when the ship is treated as a crack?"

Or: "Would you be interested in getting fundamentally new interpretations of Jee and jeeko or you're irrevocably affected by Dracze and Nele's vision and worship it as a holy canon?" Or: "Would you prefer for these guys to end up in a serious long-term relationship or you'd be okay if they eventually shifted to different partners"? Or: "Do you think canonical Jee is hot and get offended when someone says he isn't, or do you just imagine some vague dilf of your taste instead of him while reading fics"? Or: "If it's the former, which frames with Jee you take as a main depiction of his appearance"? (seriously, artstyle in atla is inconsistent as hell, and Jee looks for me a bit like 20 different dudes in one) or… or……. OR

SO many questions and the answers form so many possible jeeko shippers I'm not used to deal with this level of complexity

I mean, the community isn't small enough to be glad to any shit I post

And it isn't big enough to be entirely unaffected by the shit I post

And I'm a weirdo with lacking empathy and a complex relationship with the ship

So it feels like every time I open my mouth, I offend 20 different people for completely different reasons and I don't want to upset anyone, damn it!

anyway, I'll be brutally honest with yall now, okay? Okay.

I have a lot of fondness for jeeko community (as much as I'm familiar with it from reading fics on ao3, that is), but whether I enjoy the ship itself or not entirely depends on specific interpretation. Basically, depending on the way it's cooked, for me, it can be the most enjoyable and/or beautiful thing ever, but just as well, it can be the biggest turn-off.

So as an artist, I'm kinda suspended in this half-state

Where partly I perceive myself as a shipper (which kinda gives me the right to draw some trash comedy stuff and express my mood and personal issues through jeeko art (because that's just a kind of artist I generally am, okay? I draw mostly for myself, and whatever is my current hyperfixation falls victim to it))

And partly an outsider, which, I suspect, can make posting this kind of stuff look like an act of an insensitive critical bitch who hates jeeko or something

ugh

it's just SO DAMN COMPLEX \>__</

one way or another, I hope it's possible for me to make at least some of you guys happier with my art ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ eventually I mean, If I draw a lot of stuff, at least some of it will have the chance, lol

or something like this, anyway

[cositapreciosa]

What is left

Daniel Van Ness x reader, (infidelity, but like it was falling appart anyway, the usual for the show) 986 words

a/n : me : doesn't write on anything for months, decides Daniel Van Ness will be it because of an hyperfixation on an edit or smt

Also I think this is the first Daniel fic on Tumblr, does that make me an avantgarde-thing ? We shall see.

Had to use this gif cause like hello the big dick energy

!!! @axreliono this one is for you !!! Tagging my other bitches (lovingly) that might like this : @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos

Surprise is too small a word to express Daniel’s reaction when his morning starts with you leaning against his office desk. He recoils, the coffee cup in his hand overflows on one side, burning the back of his hand, but he doesn’t drop it like his mouth does, in a silent question. So many questions, in fact, because here you are—in front of him, in Colombia—not back in that low-rank, basement office in Chile, overworked and underpaid.

‘’ Hey, Danny, heard you had been dropped off here too. ‘’

Here as in Cali—here, in another rotation, after you had told him in tears that you had to go back home, that you couldn’t stay, that you couldn’t do it anymore. This work, this job, the distance.

‘’ I thought- You- ‘’

‘’ I know, I’m sorry. I should have called. ’’

Your voice is soft, a hint of regret, but he realizes that he never did call you either, that maybe he should have too. Told you that he wouldn’t be in Chile if you ever came back, that he had to move on. You push yourself off the desk and towards him, so close that he can smell your perfume. It draws him back, siphons him away in the hot humidity that is Santiago, Chile, back then when your scent would linger on his sheets. He hates that he still feels the sweat on his body, tastes the salt on your skin.

It takes everything in him not to step back again, but he lets you get closer, lets you press a hand on his bicep, lets you stammer and hesitate as you try to get the words out.

‘’ Danny… ‘’ Your eyes can’t seem to meet his for too long, ‘’ I tried to, but everything was different and I didn’t want to impose, or hurt you again.‘’ Your fingers tighten on his shirt, ‘’ I signed the divorce papers. I told him everything and we tried to make it work, but I- ‘’

‘’ You came to Colombia instead. ‘’

He watches as you retreat, your hand falling off his arm, taking a step back so you can more easily look up at him.

‘’ They just sent me here. I didn’t know you were assigned to Cali until I bought the ticket. ‘’

He knew you were married, you had been clear about that from the start, when he would hang out around your office more, drive you home and spend minutes talking in his car after a drink at the bar, but you had also told him about how rocky it had been for years now, that the Chile rotation was just a way to put off the inevitable. You didn’t seem to mind, so he decided he didn’t either.

‘’ I was put on Salcero’s case a few months ago, ‘’ you begin, ‘’ Back in the States, just going through hours and hours of recorded calls. They want us to work it together since you’ve made contact with him already.’’

He doesn’t know what to say, he lets the ceramic of his coffee cup continue to burn his fingertips, lets you analyze his face as if you couldn’t remember it, all of him.

‘’ Please, Danny. ‘’

Say something. You are pleading and he hates how the sound of his name on your lips makes his heart seize like a teenager, how it warms up his chest at the same time.

It feels like years ago at this point, when you came knocking on his door in the middle of the night. You can’t be out at night at this hour- why are you crying? What is going on? Years ago when he brought you back to the airport, with only your small bag and a one-way ticket. I can’t do this, Danny, I have to go home.

It is his turn to reach towards you, to bring you back, wrapping a hand around your bicep. Your skin is warm, but even though it sends chills throughout his arm.

‘’ I missed you, ‘’ Is all he finds the courage to say, ‘’ I’m glad you’re on the team. ‘’

He can feel the change in the air when your hand raises to touch his wrist, when his hold doesn’t feel like a colleague welcoming another anymore, how his thumb has been caressing your skin for too long now.

‘’ I am deeply sorry, Danny. ‘’ You say again, your fingertips brushing the outside of his wrist. He can see the freckles on your face, ‘’ I should have stayed. ‘’

He doesn’t have to think, he just does, moving his other hand up, pushing hair away from your face, fingers wrapping behind your neck. He does not think again when he brings you closer, softly, giving you an out, an option to refuse, to tell him that he read this all wrong.

You close the gap, head first, nose brushing his, moving up to meet him halfway. You taste like coffee and something sweet, something different. You are pressed against him, warm thighs on his, parting to make way for his own.

It is a brief kiss, over almost as soon as it starts. He doesn’t deepen it, doesn’t push for it to start again. There has to be a better moment for this, somewhere when his coffee is not staining his shirt cuff, where the phones don’t ring and eyes might catch.

‘’ You’re thinking too much. ‘’ You murmur, pushing on your toes to brush your nose against his one last time, breathing him in.

It catches him off guard, but he knows you are right, reading through him like a book as always. He wants to say so many things, but he can’t find the words.

‘’ I missed you. ‘’ He decides to say instead. It makes him feel good, relieved.

He means it.

[machinesonix]

Dune 2 is out, and as a huge fan of the franchise I am in a semiferal state of hyperfixated fervor. I’ve been reading the book again as a coping mechanism, but it has been sort of difficult finding a social outlet for it. See, there is a lot of fascinating worldbuilding that isn’t in the movies and a lot of messianic philosophy that isn’t quite summed up by ‘well actually it turns out Duncan is the real Space Jesus.’ My wonderful girlfriend suggested this metablogging thing might be a better way to get my fix than stopping strangers on the street with a passion for science fiction easily mistakable for radical Islamic fundamentalism so HERE WE GO

One thing that kinda blows my mind reading through Dune is how both movies have given us radically different portrayals of Baron Harkonnen and how both of them are totally believable in the context of the original text. If you’re not familiar, the new sexy Dune gives us this raspy Kingpin type Baron that wades around in a bunch of unsettling fluids with this villainous gravitas like a fascist hippopotamus. In David Lynch’s 1984 Dune we are still dealing with a caricature of obese evil, but he’s just so goddamn jolly about it. He’s giggling and spitting and cavorting around in antigravity while Games Workshop writers take note about how everyone loves his boils. These depictions are so opposite to each other that seeing them both in the text is giving me this weird double vision.

I think the reason is this beautiful context we don’t really see in either version of the film, and that is the psychopath mentat Pieter DeVries serving absolute cunt with his exposition. It’s a worldbuilding thing. The Baron has a 15 year old Feyd-Rautha watching his uncle to learn a thing or two about statecraft. Pieter is a twisted mentat, which is like a human computer with an OS optimized for human rights violations and he is just having none of the Baron’s shit. He flaunts his expensive drug addiction, offers to dance, and repeatedly reminds the Baron that he was too stupid to have come up with this Snidely Whiplash shit by himself. Pieter correctly reasons that the Baron will have him dead as soon as he has outlived his usefulness and that his attitude isn’t going to be much of a determining factor. For now he is very confident that he remains useful.

So eventually Feyd is like ‘Uncle, I’m just watching you argue, I could be playing GameBoy right now’ because GameBoy is what Feyd-Rautha calls the guy with needles for teeth that he hunts through the steam tunnels. And the Baron goes ‘Ah, but you are learning something. See, one of the great things we lost during the robot jihad were Excel spreadsheets that weren’t little bitches.’ And that’s where it gets me. I can’t tell if this is an impatient mastermind flexing his general obesity or a plague-clown who invited his sassy laptop in to make everyone watch his sick burn. Maybe those aren't mutually exclusive. Maybe it’s not that weird and it’s just David Lynch brain poison leaving its indeliable mark. 

Mostly I think it’s a profound tragedy that we don’t have an on screen adaptation of Pieter DeVries going full fucking Starscream. Like yeah, we see some animosity but we as an audience have been robbed of seeing a dude who can do orbital physics calculations in his head acting like he just figured out nothing actually happens when mom finishes counting down from ten. As a millenial STEM graduate, I feel a deep sense of empathy for this human calculator vocalizing to his employer that he hopes his home burns down. 

[whumpthusiast]

I haven’t had much time or energy to write lately, but I have been listening to music a lot, so I made a playlist for Karma’s Bitch. It’s been what I listen to while I write, mostly (when I’m not exclusively hyperfixating on Ice Nine Kills) and I’ve been strongly considering doing a moodboard.

Idk i want to do something creative to keep my attention on the story without burning myself out on it by forcing myself to write

[darkurgetrash]

Help! I’m the Main Character!

Read series on AO3 | #HITMC

“They both looked at her like she was off her rocker, and she had to concede that they were probably right. No sane person would truly believe that they’d been isekai’d into a fantasy video game. Certainly not in their pyjamas.”

When Lo found herself suddenly teleported into the world of her favourite game, Baldur’s Gate 3, it seemed that the only solution would be to follow the story she knew so well. / However, with every attempt made to follow canon, Lo finds herself only derailing the game even further. It certainly doesn’t help matters either that Rolan, the Wizard tiefling she’d not bothered to talk to in her playthrough, seems entirely set on thwarting her every decision. / Needless to say… this adventure certainly isn’t giving the ‘main-character energy’ Lo had hoped for.

Rated: E

Read for: romantic comedy, sort-of enemies-to-lovers, chaos incarnated, romantic slow burn, eventual smut

First chapter under the cut.

Chapter One: What is this? An Isekai?

Wordcount: 2324

Lo was no stranger to lucid dreaming, especially when it came to ones about her newest hyperfixations, yet this one felt even more vivid than usual.

Normally, whenever her one-track mind plummeted her into the universe of her current favourite game, ‘Baldur's Gate 3’, it at least had enough decency to make her ‘Tav’ — Strong, magical, athletic… blessed with impossibly voluminous and shiny hair as if Withers was her own personal stylist. Oh, and tits that didn’t bow to the laws of gravity.

But tonight, her brain obviously had… different ideas. Tonight, it had thrust her right at the beginning, straight onto the crashing Nautiloid, but as herself, no less; Not as a seven-foot baddie tiefling with bright pink skin and a mysterious glint in her eye, but as basic bitch, paler than a ghost Charlotte Polly Berry, with weak joints and low muscle mass, a resting heart-rate of 91 BPM, and chronic back pain.

…And she was low-key here for it.

With a big yawn, Lo clambered out of her smashed mind-flayer pod like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon — albeit, a little bit fatigued — and opened her senses to the world around her.

A rancid stench filled the air, so revolting and putrid that she gagged, and even the taste of bile rising in her throat felt incredibly realistic. Shit, even as her shoeless feet squelched across the ridged, gore-filled floor, she couldn’t help but feel proud of the power of her mind. If only she could have that much mental power in daily life, she’d have already girlbossed her way into a pay rise without even breaking a sweat.

Though, as she looked down at herself, she found herself again wishing it had been a bit more creative than to mould her in the same pyjamas she wore that night: an old t-shirt with a faded Hello Kitty on the front, grey sweatpants, stripy socks, and an oversized hot-pink teddy-bear cardigan.

Couldn’t it at least have conjured her some badass armour? Or given her elf ears? Aasimar wings? She jumped in the air experimentally, wondering if she might start flying, yet gravity pulled her heavily back down with an unceremonious thunk.

Ugh. Not that lucid, then.

With a huff, she ran her fingers through the length of her messy ponytail, the grease unmistakable. If that was the case, she thought, then she probably also… mm, yep. She still had star-shaped blemish stickers dotting her face too.

She couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of how ridiculously she stood out against the Nautiloid. At least where that was concerned, her brain had conjured every detail to perfection, from the bubbling acid pool in the centre of the room to the dead mind flayer sprawled on the ground, and even the scorching heat radiating from the flames pouring through the cracks in the floor.

She wondered if plunging her hand into the acid would hurt, considering how realistic it all felt, though decided that she didn’t want to risk it. It might wake her up, and she rather enjoyed the idea of exploring the Nautiloid in such a lucid state, even as uncomfortable and high-key over-stimulating as it all was. Besides, she had to physically go back to the office the next day, and anything felt preferable to that — even an icky alien ship plummeting through literal hell. Actually, come to think of it, even that didn’t seem all that different to the London Underground’s Central Line at rush hour.

The more she thought about the ship as an extension of her subconscious’ feelings about London, the more it all made sense. Take the dead mind flayer, for example… Was it really all that different to a seafood vendor with hanging squids in its window?… if those squids were around seven feet tall and dressed in purple armour?

Uh-huh, she thought not!

With the illithid body calling to her — the loot goblin that she was — she walked towards it and knelt down, grinning at how detailed it was as she rifled through its armour, picking up the onyx that she remembered was there. It glistened with reflections of the surrounding flames as she held it up, twirling it this way and that.

Impressive, she thought. Like playing the game on real world graphics.

“…Poggers.” She ironically chuckled aloud to herself, slipping the gem into the pocket of her sweatpants before running a finger over the mind flayer’s brow. Mm. Slimy.

Well, she thought, striding confidently forwards. If her mind was insistent on being so vivid, she planned to take full advantage! Starting, of course, with venturing across the ship and meeting the first two companions of the game. What would they think of her? Would it just be the same reaction as they’d had to her Tav, or would her dream allow her to… spice things up a bit?

Yet, as she reached where her favourite green goblin’s cutscene usually triggered… nothing happened. She frowned, looking around expectantly, but it seemed to be that her would-be ambusher had failed to load.

“Wow, thanks brain,” she sighed, folding her arms. “Why have a hot githyanki girlfriend when I could just revel in alien juices—”

The ship violently shook and Lo suddenly fell to her knees, grimacing as she felt the sting of where the jagged floor cut her, a red patch quickly spreading across the knee of her trackies.

“Ow, Jesus Christ!—” she swore, sitting back and rolling up the legs of her sweats, eyes widening at the sight of blood beginning to gush from her kneecap.

So her subconscious mind had decided to remember her anaemia too?!

It hurt. Like, really hurt! Though, she supposed it made sense. If things were going to be realistic, it was only right that she’d have injured herself falling over in this universe. She’d always joked that any self-insert into the game wouldn’t have made it out of the tutorial, after all. Either that, or she’d have been part of the goblin camp. Or a dog.

Then, just as suddenly as before, the ship convulsed again, and her surroundings changed in an instant — No longer the stormy red fires of Avernus, but now the starry skies of Faerûn, and the ship was plummeting; crashing!

Her heart raced, pounding inside of her like a jackhammer, the threat of imminent death suddenly all too real, and she’d had enough, she wanted to wake up!

“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!” She urged herself, shaking her head, just before her body involuntarily lurched forward, the floor disappearing beneath her, and she was falling, fast — the air wrapping around her so violently that she couldn’t even scream, could barely even breathe! It all felt so real, so horribly real, yet it was impossible, wasn’t it? She didn’t believe in magic, didn’t know if she believed in alternative universes, and she didn’t even like those stupid shows and films like ‘Sword Art Online’, ‘The Wizard of Oz’, or ‘Alice in Wonderland’. Christ, even that BBC TV series from the 2000’s about the woman who swapped places with Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice was only worth being considered a guilty pleasure…

A sharp pain suddenly erupted in the side of her head, her vision darkening as debris fell all around her…

And then all was black.

── *(¬_¬)* ──

“Hells, are you alright?!”

Ugh… five more minutes…

“Leave her, Lia. She’s a lost cause.”

“Oh shut up and use your eyes — look, her chest is moving.”

“Zurgan! We don’t have time for this! Cal is waiting for us.”

I don’t want to work today. Or any day… Can’t I just sleep?…

“Give me a healing potion.”

“I am not wasting a precious resource on some human we don’t even know, especially not one who is clearly mentally disturbed — look at what she’s wearing—”

“Now, Rolan!”

Christ on a bike. Who is shouting outside?! Honestly, some people have no respect, it’s too early. Wait, is it bin day? Ah crap, but she’d forgotten to take the recycling out…

“You’re insufferable.”

In the next moment, a boiling sensation suddenly filled Lo’s stomach, a thick syrup-like liquid pouring down her throat. Then, with a gasp, she opened her eyes.

“The fuck?—” She exclaimed, as a horrible and tight tingle reverberated through her body like the flu jab on steroids. Above her, orange glowing eyes against black sclera investigated her face, and she recognised them — a tiefling, one of the refugees in the Grove…

“Don’t move,” the tiefling instructed, moving her finger across her face so that Lo’s eyes followed it. She had a throbbing pain in her head, aches all over her body like she’d been in the centre of a mosh pit. Mothertrucker dude, it hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

“What’s going on….” She murmured, clarity beginning to settle over her and, with it, a panicked recollection. She’d been falling from the Nautiloid, but it had been a dream, a nightmare — was she still asleep? But there was no way; birds chirped too loudly, the pain of her body too present, the air all too cold…

“She’s alright,” the tiefling said, standing up and offering a hand out. Behind her, another tiefling stood with a sour face and folded arms — that tall one… he was her brother, wasn’t he? Yes, that was right. They were the siblings she had advised to leave the Grove and head to Baldur’s Gate… What were their names, again?

“Honestly,” he said, his voice a low lisp. “We’ll never make it to Baldur’s Gate if you insist on helping every wounded person we come across.”

He glared at Lo, his yellow eyes boring into her with obvious irritation.

“You owe me a healing potion.”

“I owe you what?!” Lo spat, sitting up so quickly that she felt dizzy, her hand raising to her head to steady herself, and — shit, it was bloody… And her clothes were bloody. And her body groaned with ache. And she felt tired, really bloody tired. And…

Oh… oh no…

“Don’t be an idiot, Rolan. She’s obviously just been through something horrible, we have to help her back to the Grove! The Druids will know what to do.”

This… was real.

“Oh yes, because the Druid’s have been so helpful and welcoming—”

“OK, NOBODY PANIC!” Lo blurted, harshly taking the sister’s hand and stumbling to her feet. Her joints creaked, her muscles throbbed, and her heart pounded inside of her chest like the worst drum and bass song she’d ever heard. But, then again, a five-minute walk on the treadmill usually yielded the same results. She needed to chill, just… just gooo with the flooow…

“Druids, right, yes, the druids,” she said, hitting her fist against her palm as began pacing. “That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to … to…”

Shit. If this was like the game, Halsin wouldn’t be there, and it’s probably not like he would have been able to help anyway. And, oh yes, another matter! If this all was for real real, where were her companions? They needed her. Or… that is, they needed Tav. Was Tav in the game?! Was she Tav?! Did she have a tadpole inside of her brain?!

Her mind was reeling, trying to come up with some semblance of a plan or explanation, but it failed at every hurdle. She could feel the tiefling’s eyes on her, and she knew she had to act cool or risk being stabbed, probably.

Yeah… It would be fiiineee. She knew what to do, she knew how to progress! She just needed to take things one step at a time…

“Hey…” the sister said, softly. She tentatively reached out, placing her hand on Lo’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ll take you to a proper healer.”

“Ahaha, bet, a healer. I’m sure that will definitely help, I’m sure she won’t try to poison me or anything sus like that.” Lo babbled, taking an unsteady step forward past the tieflings, ready to move toward the Grove when she realised…

Real life doesn’t have a mini map.

She took a deep breath and turned back to the siblings, forcing a friendly and most definitely trustworthy smile. They both looked at her like she was off her rocker, and she had to concede that they were probably right. No sane person would truly believe that they’d been isekai’d into a fantasy video game. Certainly not in their pyjamas.

“Lead the way, then…” she said, readjusting her ponytail, trying not to think of the gore and viscera that probably stained her light brown hair, the fact that she was a gremlin girl with no survival skills thrust into the most dangerous world she could imagine, or the fact that Faerûn lacked modern plumbing.

“Of— of course!” The sister mumbled, glancing at her brother almost apologetically, though definitely with some slight amusement. “I’m Lia, by the way, and this is Rolan.”

“Lo,” she said, her voice forcefully bright. “I like naps, piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain.”

“Oh, ha, cool…” Lia replied, her amusement definitely growing in fervour. “I like cheese, hitting things with my sword, and not dying.”

“Zurgan—” Rolan snarled exasperatedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He groaned even further as he walked past the giggling women, granting them a wide berth as if they carried the plague.

“Don’t encourage the lunatic!” He grumbled, just as Lia caught up to his side, Lo following behind. “You do realise, I hope, that we now have an insane person under our responsibility? All because you wanted to play the hero.”

“Better than playing the arsehole, you should try it some time.” His sister smirked back.

“You know just as well as I do that she’d probably have been better off dead.”

As Lo grew pink, her breath ragged as she struggled to keep pace… she couldn’t help but slightly agree.

Oh well, she shrugged.

It is what it is…

[madnesshyperfixation]

Requests Open!

Hey, first time doing this so I’m very sorry if some asks come out weird or janky, I also cannot promise consistency due to being on the spectrum with a lot of comorbid conditions magnifying to it, but I will try to at least post once a week. Firstly, here's a list of the Fandoms/Communities I'm currently interested in, the one at the top is my current hyperfixation and has the highest chance of getting answered if sent Asks. Any Fandom/Community that aren't in the number one spot are not being focused on at the moment but are still open to be sent asks for.

Forsaken (Roblox)

Madness Combat

FNAF

Undertale/Deltarune

Hollow Knight

TF2

Now here are the rules.

Rules/Info

I can deny and ignore asks/requests if they violate any rules so don’t come bitching if you blatantly disregarded the rules 

Be as specific as you want with the asks, I love details and will do better if there’s more details.

My messages are open but please keep it to asking me if a request went through and didn't get eaten by Tumblr, along with if some settings seem off.

Send as many Requests as you want if you're afraid of Tumblr eating an ask.

I will likely go back and edit past headcanons to add more headcanons or fix any bad grammar or punctuation errors I notice post upload.

Ask Settings 

When you ask you must explicitly say if you want x reader or not.

Unless otherwise specified the reader will be gender neutral and go by, They/Them 

Reader's personality can be specified if asked 

I do up to 4 Characters per ask but I will add a bonus if there's alternate options i've thought of or they have shared traits that would be easier to list below in another small section

Anonymous is on! But please use it appropriately! I will make an Anon list if there's enough to warrant a list.

Wills 

I will to spicy and suggestive things, just don’t expect a masterpiece since I’m not sure of my spicy skills yet. 

I will do Yandere, but I’m not sure of my skills yet so I’m very sorry if it comes out weird. 

I will do concepts/situations, but you will have to specific if it’s romantic or platonic. 

I will do ships! Gotta love dem ships 

You can absolutely ask for rare pairs, I’ll do my best to try and portray them as best I can.

Yes, I will write for obscure and under loved characters from the series!

Genderbend (Will need to specify if I have multiple interpretations or if you want a specific creators interpretation) 

I will do gore and blood, you just have to specify how much. 

I will do AU’s so if you wanna ask about AU’s I’d love to indulge. (Ex. Madness Combat but what if they were Demon Slayers, Forsaken but with Wings etc.) But for the sake of me not burning out I'm not delving too deeply into fully developing the AU's suggested, besides, it’ll let you guys imagine something more complex. 

Won’t 

Rape, I don’t believe I have the right nor does it seem appropriate. 

Some mental disorders due to me not feeling that I will write them properly and end up butchering them or I am simply not comfortable with it, these will be listed below for the sake of organization. 

Literally anything regarding sexualization of kids, go and fuck off if you even think of suggesting that ever. 

Sadly I do not do OC’s I feel I would butcher your lovely OCs into the ground.

Mental Disorder Wills and Won’ts 

Will  Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Autism, Anxiety Disorders, Tourette’s Syndrome, Sleeping Disorders 

Won’t  Bipolar Disorder (BPD), Eating Disorders, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Schizophrenia, Anything regarding Suicide,  

[breelandwalker]

Sup Bree! Random question but do you have a season or time of year or something that just REALLY gets you into the "witchy" mood? Autumn always gets me in that mood, where I feel more motivated than ever to get out there and throw some spells around, tossing them in meals and stirring them in tea and the like.

It could also very much be my ADHD and autism associating Autumn with being "witchy" for some reason and thus creating a reoccurring hyperfixation on my witchcraft during that time. Who knows?

-leaps onto table and LOOMS over the audience- FUNNY YOU SHOULD MENTION....

Autumn is my entire jam. I'm not a hot weather girlie, I do not enjoy being sweaty and overheated, and being out in strong sunlight for too long literally gives me migraines. Much as I enjoy working in my garden and foraging for plants and going to the beach and suchlike, I am that bitch with a floppy hat or a parasol so that the solar death ray does not burn me to a crisp.

But the second the temperature starts dropping and the leaves get crunchy and there's that little hint of cold and woodsmoke in the air, I come alive on a whole different level. I sleep better at night when I'm not parboiled (imagine that), so I have more energy during the day and I tend to get more stuff done and have more spoons for Projects, including witchy things.

There's definitely a reason that I get more spellwork and research done during fall and winter and it is FULLY because I'm way less sleep-deprived and therefore have the wherewithal to apply coping mechanisms and medication effectively.

Plus some of my favorite witchcraft-adjacent activities ramp up in the autumn - apple-picking, various types of baking and crafting, seasonal harvest fairs, decorating the house, going to Spirit, and so on. And also, I get to break out the sweaters and leggings and long socks and swishy skirts and granny boots and shawls and scarves, so I get that comfortable cozy aesthetic I enjoy so much.

So yes. Definitely an autumn witch. 😊🍂

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Delta anon here and I've got more headcanons, this time based around Delta/Beta's ADHD.

So since they have ADHD (I'd imagine that Sans would have the inattentive type and Beta would have the hyperactuve type, causing Delta to have the combo), they are insanely good at reading people (this is also because of their combined trauma but we don't gotta worry about that right now). Literally first meeting with someone and they've already figured out the person's intentions. And if the person angers them? Then they'd better be prepared to get the biggest, most brutal callout of their lives. This applies to everyone.

Another thing I'd imagine that affects them is the processing time and memory issues that come with ADHD (excuse me while I project here). Their reaction time is incredibly quick because that's what they've trained themselves to do, but their processing time for literally anything else is so SLOW. And because of this, they both have memory issues (they have it reguardless of ADHD, but the ADHD definetly amplifies it).

They have good enough memory to remember basic and important things, but some things slip their minds. Take birthdays, for example. They will know what your birthday is and if it's coming up. But will totally forget the day of because in their mind, it's still months or weeks away. Time usually slips away from their memory. He also forgets his age sometimes. It will surprise them every time.

However, they're forgetful enough with time that it will always surprise them. They will wonder why they feel sick, and then realize they haven't eaten all day. But since when was it the next day already? When did the day even start? This is why the Epic Sanses all have alarms to remind themselves and each other to take breaks, eat, and drink.

Speaking of eating. Do NOT let these motherfuckers cook. And I mean that literally. They get distracted incredibly easy, and will 100% forget they left the oven on. When they remember to focus on cooking, then they're very good at it. But on the days where they're incredibly distracted? Don't let their asses in the kitchen unless it's to get a snack or make coffee.

Again speaking of eating, if they are presented with a new food, they will at the very least try it, no matter how it looks or smells. But if they dont like it, you're never gonna get them to take a second bite. They will most likely never eat that food again. (However, they will be polite about it. They won't be an ass unless they know you personally enough to know that they can be.)

Another thing is, they are both incredibly good at masking their emotions. Beta is used to it from the abuse he suffered, but it takes Delta a lot longer to fully master, since he usually acts out on his emotions. But now that they've mastered it, they are capable at displaying a totally different emotion than how they actually feel. They can also mask the glow at will, but the burn from hiding it hurts them immensely. Once they get to a safe space for them to lash out with no one around, they do.

When they get overstimulated, they either shut down or have to restrain themselves from getting violent. It depends on what is bothering them, but usually it's one or the other. They will immediately begin searching for the nearest 'out' so they don't get too angry and accidentally hurt anyone.

Along with that, they have no filter. Zero. If they want to say something, they will say it and not think twice - until it's too late. Which is why the method of Color or Epic whacking them in some way to correct them was implemented.

I also think that they might have heightened empathy. Not to the extent of Color's, but enough that they'd put everyone before themselves, even people they don't like at times. Because of this, they don't handle grief well.

Executive dysfunction hits them like a bitch. Every time.

Hyperfixations. Oh boy. They definitely have those. (Maybe a few too many.) Beta, being what I'd assume to be the hyperactive type, most likely fixates on anything that makes him happy or gives him a sense of safety/security. This also goes for ideas. Delta is greatly influenced by these things, but also has hyperfixations of his own, such as his workshop and engineering things.

(They share the same hyperfixation of wanting to always be there for people and protect them, no matter who or what it's from. Hyperfixations can last years, and theirs definitely did, and will probably continue. And although it is the main motive for why they do what they do, it is most definitely a hyperfixation.)

They stim. So much. Usually it involves taking something apart and putting it back together (such as a pen), playing with their hands or tapping patterns on something, or getting up and moving around.

Also, all those little details you think they'd miss when interacting with them? Thanks to Beta's hypervigilance, they notice everything. They'll have memorized your talking pattern, some of your interests, and the sound of your footsteps/the way you walk within the first month of knowing them.

They LOVE strategy games. Absolutely love them. Unfortunately, they take them too seriously sometimes (they are banned from UNO, Sorry, and Monopoly).

They have mild sensory issues that can heighten if they're overstimulated. Usually it revolves around touch and noise, which is why they like to stay in familiar environments with people they know well. It's also is why they often don't get new clothes, both because they don't like shopping and because it can be much too loud for them sometimes, especially if they get caught off guard by the feel of something (ex; something looked soft, and they touch it, and it turns out to be scratchy, and they will LOSE it).

They are so friendly. Like really friendly. They definitely have a RBF, and are obviously intimidating, but if someone manages to get past that and approach them for whatever reason, they will be friendly at first as long as the other person isn't trying to start a fight. This goes for everyone except people they dislike. In spite of this, they don't have many friends, but definitely have TONS of acquaintances.

They are so dramatic. They are incredibly sassy, but know how to make it funny rather than annoying. They get away with a lot of things due to this. But Beta is definetly the most dramatic.

Their main thought process when doing something crazy, stupid, or chaotic is basically; 'hey, wouldn't this be so fucking funny??' And sometimes, they're right.

There are specific textures and sounds that they love. Smooth, soft textures? Love it. Anything they wear must be soft to some extent. Background noise? Literally cannot work without it. If they're in the workshop, some sort of background noise must be on at all times.

Anyways, that's all I got. Thoughts?

My thoughts are that this is honestly so relatable it’s scary. I can see both myself and my entire immediate family in these two goobers wtf.

Anyway, I love the idea of protecting and saving people becoming a hyperfixation its very cool to me.

And I also fuck with the idea that have tons of acquaintances but very few friends, probably in large part because people find them a little intimidating and then once someone sticks around long enough to get past that, they find them “too friendly” or “too much.”

Which is why I think they hold Color and Epic very closely to them because they were Delta’s first friends since he lost in his home and went to the Omega Timeline, and probably is an even bigger reason why Color and Epic’s equally close but no less somehow different relationships with Killer and Cross probably make them feel a little scared and perhaps worried about being left or about them being hurt.

Which would likely play into that protecting/saving fixation a lot more.

And also their anger problems. I’d imagine that’s something they often feel around Killer when Killer is still going through his “socialization” period lmao. There’s probably many a time where they just had to straight up leave a room Killer was in or else they’d probably do something they might regret later, and would hurt Color. Everyday they’re grateful that at least Cross isn’t this difficult to deal with.

But also if they try everything at least once, id like to imagine that if they and Killer get on better terms and Killer is starting to get back into the swing of things like cooking or using stoves and stuff, that they function as like his taste tester. Once they manage to trust that Killer hasn’t tampered with the food somehow, of course. (although I wouldn’t really trust these two adhd dissociative fuckers alone together in a kitchen with a stove something will go wrong somehow lmao)

And if they both love strategy games maybe that’s something they can bond with Killer on and possibly Cross. I do think Killer and Nightmare used to play chess sometimes, a little headcanon I have. Maybe he can engage in the nostalgia a bit without having to worry about upsetting Color by talking about Nightmare (Color is just rightfully pissed and hates Nightmare, he doesn’t have an issue with Killer talking about him or his feelings about his captivity and treatment by Nightmare ofc)