#i got ao3 to work on it...

[fangomango]

This bitch got grounded 😘

[clumsypuppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[irl-batsignal]

Terror is opening my old ao3 acc and seeing the old books i used to write.

15k notes and I drop the link to my ao3 acc

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[popppyfur]

EDIT: someone wrote a fic based off of this and im holding you all at gun point to read it rn

i did noooottt mean for this to be as long as it is lmao!! I LOVE THESE PINK BITCHES !!!!!

and their. questionable father

[xiaq]

Pretty bold of you to put your AO3 handle in your Instagram bio. Especially when you’ve been writing there for 10+ years. I would never. lol.

Skill issue.

I have no guilt in my pleasures and no shame in my progress.

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[kevinsdsy]

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trojans (post tgr release) social media au (pt. 3): do i think i have biblically accurate post tgr nabil?? no. but honestly i’ve headcannoned nabil since 2019 bc nora only mentioned his name ONCE in the king’s men (muslim rep soooo bad i need to take anything i can get) so welcome to kevinsdsy’s nabil mahmoud i can never say goodbye to him i fear.

anyway i recycled the derek tweet from my kevaaron socmed au bc i didn’t expect to do a trojans socmed au again but now i want to have it hear instead oh! and i recycled the jean’s fave trojans gc from my last socmed au but i added tanner & cody to the gc :)))

ALSO SEBASTIAN & SHAWN BOTH WORKING TOGETHER AS BARISTAS HEADCANON BY @minyard-05 IS VERY REAL TO ME I WILL KEEP USING IT!!!!!

diego rodriguez is literally canon loser boyfriend if you really paid attention to him

tag list: @stormiiflies @afidiofobia @kevindavidday @lesbiansforandrew @inafieldofstarflowers @minyard-05 @playthe-piper @iron-sides @heartstringgs @princeash @smilinginaseaofsound @jeanmoroses @you-know-i-get-itt @mooniism @blurryflower @ellarose008 @strawberrysmi @remussvariant @min-getoutofmy-yard

[imaredshirt]

Give me a Stan who thinks Fiddleford doesn't know how to throw a punch, much less defend himself in a fight with your average goon, so one morning he takes it upon himself to show the nerd a few basic jabs and hooks and maybe an uppercut or two behind the cabin, because let's face it, there's gonna be a time when Stan can't be there to take a hit for the guy or defend his nerd butt. So he's gonna teach him some stuff for his own peace of mind.

Fiddleford just kind of genially goes along with it, following Stan around the back of the cabin and watching with hands on his hips and a smile as Stan gets into position.

"This is one of the most basic punches in the world, so pay attention, 'cause I'm not gonna show you again," Stan says, knees slightly bent and fists up.

Fidds nods. "You've got my full attention, Stanley."

Stan isn't sure if he's imagining the way Fidds is eyeing him up and down, but he automatically flexes his arms a little more than he needs to. Up ahead, Ford is sitting on a tree stump and taking samples of the air or something (Stan had stopped listening to Ford's explanation once his words went from interesting to Big Science Shit that Stanley Does NOT Care About) and he's watching them with this amused grin, rolling his eyes skyward when Stan won't stop flexing and showing his arms off.

Stan ignores him and rolls his shoulders before jabbing his fists forward in a quick one-two. "There - you catch that?"

Fidds has got his arms crossed now and gives Stan a thumbs up. "Sure did!"

"See, just like this," Stan says, and shows him again despite saying earlier that he wouldn't.

He shows him a few more punches, going over each one a couple times before telling the engineer to mirror him, even getting in close to adjust the guy's scrawny arms and balled fists. He's being real professional about it and everything and doesn't understand why Ford keeps grinning and shaking his head at them, which is making him a little incensed but he stamps it down because Fidds is watching him with this nerdy, dopey smile while letting himself be maneuvered around and he's gotta learn to defend himself 'cause Stan can't stand the thought of some jerkwad wiping that smile off the nerd's face.

"See," he says near the end of the lesson, tapping his fist right against Fidds’s chin. "Do it right and your fist'll hit right here."

Fidds tilts his head a fraction at the touch. "Well alright then, seems easy enough."

"Yeah, like I said, if you do it right. Gimme your hand-" he takes Fidds’s wrist and taps the guy's balled fist against his own stubbly jaw. "Right here. You got that?"

Fidds nods. "Sure do!"

"Good." Stan drops Fidds’s wrist and gets into position again. "Then come on - lay one on me."

Fidds pulls back and blinks at him. "Come again?"

"Hit me!" Stan taps his jaw. "Right here!"

The guy suddenly looks nervous and galnces over at Ford for help. "Hit you? Stanley, I don't think-"

This is what Stan means. Fidds isn't always gonna be able to look to him or Ford to save him. He gets this weird, uncomfortable feeling in his chest at the thought of Fidds facing off against some asshat on his own, and that alone is enough to keep him from letting the guys off easy, if only to get rid of the weird feeling. Maybe a bit selfish but he doesn't care.

"Ah, come on, one little punch ain't gonna hurt ya, Fidds."

"I'm not worried about me," Fidds says, and then frowns when Stan barks a laugh.

"You think you're gonna hurt ME?"

Fidds is still frowning when Ford calls over in an amused, warning tone, "This is not a good idea, Stanely!"

"Just worry about your air test or whatever and leave us alone," Stan calls back. Ford shrugs and scribbles something in his journal, and when Stan turns back to Fidds, Fidds is finally getting into position.

He looks unsure, watching Stan nervously as Stan stands before him with his arms crossed.

"Hey, not bad form - you ready?"

"Well, I suppose so," Fidds says, accent coming in a little thicker than before. "Stan, if you're sure, I should probably warn ya-"

"Don't tell me nothing, just punch me!"

Fidds presses his lips into a line and throws his fist - and jabs Stan on the chin just hard enough to tilt Stan's head half an inch to the side.

"That's it?" Stan guffaws and shakes his head. "That was barely a tap!"

"I don't wanna hurt ya!" Fidds says, sounding so conflicted that Stan gets this urge to pull him into a headlock and ruffle his hair and drive the worry away.

Instead he riles him up.

"Please," he says. "Fidds, look - one of these days I'm not gonna be there to take a hit for you, and then what're you gonna do? Just let some jerk punch ya around?"

Fidds looks slightly perplexed. "Where is this all comin from? No, Stanley, I am NOT gonna just let some jerk punch me around."

"Good! So you gotta learn to defend yourself!" Fidds still looks unsure, so Stan tries a different angle. "Okay, how 'bout this - what if some jerks are beating up on me and Ford, huh? You're just gonna let em?"

Fidds looks up. "What? No, I am not!"

"You're gonna defend us?"

"Dangnabbit, Stan - of course I am!"

"Not gonna let us get our teeth kicked out?"

"What!? No!"

"Then show me!" Stan slaps a hand against his own chin. "Right here, come on! I'm some jerk who just threw your friend Stan to the ground and I'm about to kick him in the gut, what're ya gonna-"

The blow lands hard. Stan's head jerks to the side and he's thrown off balance, and he sees actual stars before his vision clears again and he realizes he's crumpled on the ground. His head swims as hands pull him around onto his back.

"Mother o pearl!" Fidds gasps. He's got his hands on Stan's face, careful touch at complete odds with the punch he'd just landed in the same place. "Are you alright? I am so sorry! I hit ya and you weren't even ready and - you just got me so riled up and I tried to tell ya and I shoulda said earlier instead o just lettin ya show me all those moves, but I just wanted to, well - goddangit, Ford, this ain't funny."

Ford's laughing as he comes up behind them, looking down at where Stan is staring kinda dazedly up at Fidds, who's kneeling by his side in the cool grass. "We did try to tell him, Fiddleford."

"Tell me what?" Stan demands. His jaw is already aching but Fidds’s hands feel kinda good so he doesn't tell him to move.

"Fiddleford was a boxing champion back back in his hometown," Ford says.

Stan blinks. "Bwuh-?"

"Not much of a champion," Fidds says with a wince, but he's blushing a bit as he goes on, "It was never anythin official, but - well, I did win more than a few matches at some backyard parties, see, and - well, people usually don't think I got any hittin power or can defend myself, but my Ma's been all too happy to teach me since I was little, and-"

The guy's rambling, and Stan quits being able to understand what he's saying half way through cause the accent is coming in thick and Ford’s chuckling and standing there looking proud of his best friend and Stan’s a little worried that he's still jarred from the hit, cause when he looks at Fidds kneeling there, one hand one Stan's chest and the other bashfully rubbing his neck while he rambles on - he's still seeing stars.

Later, while Stan sits in the living room with an bag of ice in his jaw and Fiddleford sitting next to him, still rambling about all the times he'd knocked a few guys into the mud in some backcountry hoedown get-together or whatever, Stan can lean back and relax and grin, knowing Fidds is gonna be just fine.

He can't wait to teach him wrestling.

[jeena-says-hi]

Jon's past comes back to haunt him when the Spotify wrapped comes out:

Tim: Right then gang! Who was everyone's top artist on their Spotify wrapped?

Jon: Tim, I don't think this is of any importance

Tim: Sure it is, boss! I for example had Chappell Roan as my number 1, I was even in the top 0.05% of listeners!

Sasha: Yea, that isn't surprising, you played hot to go on repeat whenever there was a statement about fire

Tim: What can I say, it's a banger!

Tim: Anyway, what about you Sasha?

Sasha: you are talking to one of the top 0.1% of listeners for The Cardigans

Martin: Ooh I love them! I got The Crane Wives, their songs are just so calming and relaxing

Tim: Oh yea, I've seen a few cool animations to their songs! That definitely aren't from a Minecraft series or anything

Sasha: Don't lie Tim, I know you cry every time you see a cactus

Tim: WE ARE GETTING OFF TRACK!

Tim: Who did you get Jon?

Jon: I don't really listen to music, too distracting

Tim: Oh rubbish. Cmon, lets see!

*he goes to grab Jon's phone*

Jon: No Tim, don't-

*Sasha grabs it when he's distracted*

Sasha: Got it!

Tim: Oooh, lemme see, lemme see!

Sasha: It's some band called "The Mechanisms"?

Jon: Oh no, this can't be happening

Martin: *googles them*

*see's Jon in full the full Jonny D'ville getup*

Martin: Oh

Sahsa: My

Tim: God

Sasha: YOU WERE IN A BAND!?!?

Tim: A STEAMPUNK SCI-FI PIRATE BAND?!?

Jon:

Jon: Right, I'm going to light the archives on fire

[moeblob]

cute? D: (thank you so much!)

[albycnyu]

May all original and fan work I happily consume NOT be made by:

racists

bigots

people who believe it oughta be LGB w/o the TQIA+

homophobes n TERFS

people who're anti-Black

people who're anti-Black Women

pedos

zionists

people who use and/or believe AI art is art and the way of the future

people who wanna kumbaya w/people I listed above (and worse)

[shamera]

Darkness monsters vs. real world monsters

There's a fundamental difference between Daydream Inc. and the Supernatural Disaster Managemant Bureau that's been niggling at my brain for a while now, and I think it finally clicked for me.

Obviously there's the overt differences: Daydream is a for-profit company where employees are all working for a selfish goal-oriented purpose, while the Bureau is a government sponsored agency whose agents risk life and limb on a daily basis trying to save other people.

It's almost too easy to understand why the Bureau would think of Daydream as a 'cult-like company', one capitalizing on suffering and death of innocent people caught up in ghost stories. And the reverse is also true-- Daydream seeing the Bureau as the ultimate annoyances, trying to destroy the ghost stories that create not only profit but advance strides in-- everything! Daydream has potions that can regenerate half a body! With the dream essence they harvest from ghost stories, they can full on cultivate reality-bending wishes.

Of course, with that kind of power, there are heavy dangers and consequences... I could write a whole TED Talk on that. That part's easy to see.

But with characters of the latest arc meeting (no spoilers), I was thinking about what negates this black and white pattern we've seen between the two sides. Common enemies and all that...

Bureau agents think that the ghost stories are 'Disasters'. They're the worst thing that can happen to a person, and it's the job of an agents to RESCUE people from those disasters, from the monsters and the horrors, to allow civilians to go back to a normal life.

Daydream employees think of ghost stories as 'Darkness', and they're here to explore those Darknesses to harvest from experiences with monsters and curses and the like. Sure, a lot of them die in the process. They're certainly not here to help other people because they understand that it's dangerous enough trying to save themselves. Yet... Daydream field officers persist. In fact, they're practically unafraid of the Darkness.

Because to each and every one of them, the real horrors are out in the real world. The Bureau thinks that monsters exist only in the ghost stories, but everyone who signed up to work at Daydream risking life and limb daily is working toward a purpose-- a wish potion. Something that can change their lives.

People only need to change their lives when there's something terrible they're struggling with, and like Kim Soleum, they are willing to face the Darkness for a chance to change something in their real world.

...In the heart of it all, there really is a commonality there. The Bureau agents want to rescue people from monsters within Disasters, but Daydream employees have monsters that live outside of Darknesses that they're trying to escape.

[haza1ll]

TNV Fanart

so i think i said i was gonna make fanart for this (again).. probably uhhhhh early september late august?? i don’t remember. but. erm. It took FOREVER. school kicked my butt and i had no free time. (buddies this took me 6hr 30min total) BUT i think it came out good. so yippie! also, side bar, im trying to get used to digital art again so the lighting looks mega weird. pls help. OTHERWISE YAYAYAY ITS DONE @sugarpasteltmnt SORRY IT TOOK A COUPLE MONTHS. this could possible be classified as a remake (spot the old one: impossible mode). ill put both down~ (TUMBLR ATE THE QUALITY LITERALLY WHERE DID IT GO.)

[openphrase123]

anyway. weird little bonnie whatever below the readmore it just kind of leapt out of me. just writing down my own little analysis of boniface instarsandtime

you're twelve. you live with your sister. you pick up on things because adults will gab and talk for days near you because they think you're too young to understand. your sister took you away from your parents for good reasons. but what do you know, you were a toddler when that happened

you're twelve. you've probably read a hundred stories written by adults about a plucky kid without parents that goes to save the world. and that sounds super awesome but of course that will never happen to you.

you're twelve. the world is ending. your sister tells you to run, and you do. and then you almost starve and pass out in the wilderness.

you're twelve. you're nursed back to health by literal actual storybook heroes. and the world is ending but this time you're in the pathway to help save it. you can help your sister, you can help your town, you can help these cool adults that love you now.

you're twelve. they don't let you help them.

you're twelve. one of them loses an eye trying to save you and they don't even seem to care about that.

you're twelve. you're on the cusp of being a person with their own opinions that aren't just what adults tell you. you're old enough to cook, you're old enough to swear, and you're old enough to fight even if nobody else thinks that. you don't know why adults care about some things and not about other things and you're worried that one day, you'll be an adult, and you'll be stupid like one too.

and then, the day before the adults are supposed to save the world, you realize they're all talking like they're not going to be able to do it. everyone acts like this is their last day on earth. and maybe if they had a little more help, something else, they could do it. but you're on snacks duty. and all the adults talk about when they think you're out of earshot is the worst case scenario. but they still won't let you help.

you're twelve. it's the end of the world. and you're in the right place to save it, but nobody will let you.

you're twelve, and all of these adults are looking at you as if you'll never be thirteen.