#it's like having little pieces of art of my favorite characters and it's only.. slightly... less expensive than actually commissioning ....

[aquanutart]

I absolutely LOVE the Squirtle/Wartortle illustrations by kantaro in Pokemon 151!

The Squirtle jumping so joyfully from the rock into the ocean, the colors are STUNNING! I love the contrast of the Squirtle's aqua blue framed in the vivid orange sky, the soft bit of blue reflecting in its shell and its tail just catching the sun, how little and squishy its body looks as it launches itself towards the water with such tremendous excitement!

The lineless style of the background gives me the feel of a travel poster and I sense the tropical environment around it from the rocks and trees framing the corners, the waterfall splashing with as much energy as the Squirtle!

The layered blues on the surface of the water and the bubbles rising at the corner make me FEEL the liquid rising to meet the Squirtle--I can just feel how the next moment it's going to break through and be immersed in a cool island swim!

And the Wartortle running along the sunset beach, this is somehow everything I always imagined for Wartortle! I adore the way the rich purple melts into the warm red/orange sky, the matching purple clouds and shadows in the foreground, and how the dimming sunlight glows red on Wartortle's deep blues!

I love how the yellow and orange of the sky illuminate the lapping waves, I can just feel the gentle motion of the sea at dusk. The aqua color of the ocean matches Wartortle's ears and tail and sets off the red-orange sand, I just love how the colors are here!

Wartortle looks so round and squishy, I love its happiness as it goes frolicking through the shallows, chasing the bubbles caught in the setting sun! The shine and deep shadow on its shell give it an almost jewel texture like real tortoise shell; I love the silhouetted splash Wartortle leaves as it goes running across the shore. It's so full of energy and delight at the end of a gorgeous day! The colors in these are SO vivid and harmonized and the style is so cute and bursting with energy and joy. I just LOVE it (also Squirtle is my starter)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I ask a Yandere genderben of Snow White?

Art: From Possibly Sakimichan (lmk if you know for sure)

When you were trained to be a working servant as the amnesiac servant found in the King’s garden, you were more amazed that the characters weren’t acting like the fairytale. Within a month, mind you freshly trained, you were promoted to King’s personal servant. He was gorgeous and incredibly nurturing to you, the exact opposite of the Disney character of the evil queen. Even in his lonesome the King proved to be a learned man who greatly appreciated your ability to read, enticing you with the knowledge he gained to rule the kingdom. Above all else he was wiser and nicer than the supposed hero. Snow White, while known for his beauty he was also known for his two-faced nature. 

Around the commonpeople he was the definition of bubbly, humble, giving but around those who knew of his true nature he was a man with a grim outlook. Too many times in an argument over some decision had he suggested the bloodiest option. 

“Father, might I suggest we skip the pleasantries with the Fallico family and hang them-no excuse me–send them to the firing squad?”

And on your rounds as a servant you caught him on multiple occasions luring creatures with his voice only to brutally torture them before ending their life. No doubt the actions of a future psychopath thus you kept your distance…well as much as you could considering the King was so vigilant with knowing the constant ambitions of his little monster son. 

“Oh (Y/n), I worry I’ll have no choice but to send him away.” 

He moved a piece on the chess board, nodding to you for your turn. 

“But sir he is your heir…what will you do then?”

You made your move setting back into the chair as you saw the King do a thoughtful rub of his greying stubble. 

“Well I considered making you my new one.”

“W-what?!” 

Looking wide-eyed and slightly worried you were met with the loving close-eyed smile of the King. You hesitantly smiled at him as he moved his king once more. 

“B-but if you did that, how would anyone accept it? I’m not of noble birth and I’m not married into the family..it would bring so much criticism to your name.”

“But I’ll be dead or dying anyway it won’t mean much to me.” He spoke so lighthearted about his own demise it made you tear up a little but you wiped it when you saw his expression soften. Getting up from his seat to, with difficulty, kneel at your side; swatting at you when you tried to assist him. 

“(Y/n) listen to me, I have made it my will and it truly is my ambition that the kingdom be placed in your hands.” For emphasis he held your hands in his gruff but warm hands as his warm eyes of indigo looked into your own. 

“This is my final wish. All I ask is that you grant it.”

“...For you my King, I will do it.”

“Thank you (Y/n).”

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The very next day your apron and cleaning supplies were revoked and a select group of informed staff escorted you to a spare room filled with books. Hushed and succinct you were informed of your schedule with every new day with only the door opening to bring meals or for tutors to come in. As you counted it had been over three weeks since you agreed to take the throne you couldn’t deny you worried. If the prince were to find out there’d be a price to pay and you were sure it would contain blood. 

Hearing the wooden door open once again you expected it to be one of your tutors; turning to excitedly question him. 

“Mr. Grimsby about the theory of–Oh!” 

In all his dastardly glory stood Snow White who looked just as surprised to see you there. You quickly prepared yourself to lie enough to not get stabbed with the sword he boasted at his side. 

“Reading…? My father locked his favorite servant in a room to read?”

The prince looked at you as he flipped among the pages of a book laying open on the desk, effectively losing your place. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you tried to not stomp over to find it once again. 

“Yes, his highness has wanted my opinion on some political matters and I wanted to make sure I was better informed.” 

You internally praised yourself for how smoothly you said only to be taken aback by the prince ruining your-previously made-bed by plopping down on it. For the next hour you kept politely trying to get Snow White out of your room only for the prince to further mess everything up in your room. Which you so neatly organized when you got tired of studying. 

“My prince, don't you have somewhere you need to be-AHH! THE VASE!” 

“Well I guess that concludes your time–””Ooo look at this pillow I wonder if it has feathers in it? Let’s see!” “OOmmpf! WHY YOU!” 

By the time your door opened once more your tutor stormed in red with anger and a few guards following behind gawked at the sight. The sight being your room and stack of books in absolute disarray: glass on the floor, sheets strewn about, and the subjects in the room?  Well the Prince was holding your body above his head almost effortlessly as he was about to toss you onto the bed hardly bothered at all by your flailing arms and legs. You were well aware that all he really intended to do was toss you on the bed and sit on you just to show how dedicated he was to staying. How’d you know all that? Because he laughed and talked about it in detail while chasing you around the room. But even if it was just an innocent thought it looked as though the calvary was convinced he was trying to murder you. 

With great struggle you were pried away from Snow White as more guards were brought to overpower him. Brought to the King’s chamber without struggle you were assessed for injuries before being sat down by what looked to be a panicking monarch. You told him of everything that the prince did and how you evaded his questioning when you were asked. Luckily the King didn’t seem too disturbed and dismissed you to sleep in an identical room. Finally feeling safe enough to rest, you hoped you wouldn’t have any more close calls.

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“I know what your doing, I’m not as stupid as you’d hoped.”

Petting the red bird on his pale finger without turning to look at the person who had entered his room. The footfalls were slow and calculating just as he always was. 

“Leave them be you’ve never fought for it before so why now?!” 

The voice spat angrily it would have made others cower but it only made the listener sigh out loud. 

“I have no problem with it, just let me…have some time with them.”

“...time?”

“Yeah just give me an hour of their time every day and I won’t interfere…at least not as much as today.”

“What if I said no?”

“Well then,” the petting began to be squeezing and a smile crept up his face revealing his perfectly shining whites. “I guess I get free reign.”

*POP*

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For whatever reason you weren’t told to stay in the room and instead were suggested to visit the garden after your tutor left in a huff; yelling something about being locked in a closet by the devil prince. You chuckled to yourself as you once again opened up your book that had nearly lost your page the day before. 

“Whatcha doing?

You deadpanned as the grass caved under the soles of Snow White’s boots. The prince was rocking on the balls of his feet as he blocked the sun aka your reading light.

“Reading alone.” 

“That sounds boring…”

You didn’t respond; best not to engage if he was trying to provoke you. Seeing as you weren’t going to react the prince squatted down just above you. 

“Y’know what I think would be fun? If you came with me for a ride on my horse.”

“Why would I-AAA!!!!” 

In his typical fashion he scooped you up to throw you over his shoulder. All you could do is cry helplessly at the staff who could only send sympathetic looks as he carried you to the stable. Throwing you over the back of the horse’s back; he denied your multiple pleas to sit normally.

“No way, I quite like this position you’re in! Now you can’t run away, again!” 

Other than the fact that this prince kept adjusting you so that you were basically rocking against his crotch, the wind felt nice and when you had the stomach to look up the forest looked beautiful. 

“Hey you there! Unhand them!” 

A woman’s voice called out and you couldn’t believe your eyes the prince or rather the Snow White was here. She wore a white corset top with puffy blue sleeves. Her make-up was natural and really enunciated the beauty of her ebony skin. You could hear the light gnashing of Snow White’s teeth before he spoke. 

“My apologies princess but I was taking my mandatory servant while I rode along the forest. As of right now I am grounded and my father, the king, preferred that I have…supervision. This servant and I have a really comedic relationship and you just so happened to catch us in a compromisin”

“..I see..well I’m sure they may be able to supervise better if they were sitting up, right?”

“Isn’t this a little outside your jurisdiction, princess?”

The woman huffed before waving her hand, somehow signalling the guards that emerged from the bushes and fell into formation around her. With a sneer and the turn of her horse your possible savior and posse left. The prince himself huffed before pulling at the back of your clothes to sit you upright on the horse. 

“You run and I’ll break your legs.”

He spat in your ear as if he wasn’t already caging you in with his hold on the horse’s reins. When you two returned back to the castle the King was standing outside with the guard and tutors prepared to escort you away. The King lingered to glare at his son who smirked at him before trotting off to the stables. 

“I told you, free Reign!”

For the following months this was your typical routine; in between studying to be a monarch you had to survive whatever entertainment Snow White forced you to participate in. The King encouraged you all the while and you were confident that perhaps the events of the fairytale wouldn’t come to pass until the morning leading up to your coronation. 

“Here, for good luck.” 

The prince handed you the most delectable red apple and you felt a cold sweat develop under your royal attire. You were well aware what would happen if you bit into this and even with so many people around rushing to complete final preparations for the event you couldn’t trust that you’d ever wake up again; not without a ‘true love’ bound to kiss you. You held the apple close to your chest with plans to throw it out.

“Thank you my prince, but it's best if I avoid eating before the festivities.”

“Oh is that so?” 

“Yes.” Calling a maid who had a trash can you tossed it and escaped the scene by heading to your mark at the balcony. Breathing in and out you tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating. The sudden warmth of the King brought you comfort, turning to see that same look of pride as he hooked your arm with his. And with that the ceremony began. 

The ceremony was successful, the people accepted you with open arms and you said your vows perfectly. Now as the festivities commence, you and the King sit on your portable thrones in the heart of the capital. As part of your new reign you suggested a more hands-on approach with the people which of course had you witnessing the joyous occasion first-hand. You ate and drank a lot of different things throughout the night enjoying the flavors of the culture; which may have lowered your ambitions when a man dressed like a hunter offered you apple cider. 

“A-are you a..hunter?” 

“Your highness!!”

“AAAAHH they’ve been poisoned!” 

“It was him! I saw him!”

“Guards grab him!!!”

As you feel your eyelids grow too heavy to open you realize your mistake. If everything was opposite here then the one doing the poisioning wouldn’t be the King. And instead of the hunter disobeying knowing his life was forfeit it would only be right that he obey knowing his life was to be ended for the sake of his master.

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“For any of you able to revive our poisoined highness, an award will be given to you. One of your choosing. Without question or consequence.” 

The King was distraught, for his beloved successor had fallen into a deep slumber that couldn’t be broken by any normal methods. He cried at your side only leaving to brutally execute this man who gave no rhyme or reason as to what he’s done. The King made the decree that he hoped would wake you; willing to take any kind of route.The next day the line in front of the castle was so long it went into the town and as he agreed when the sun was fully risen would he open the doors. 

“Please open the doors, I shan't wait any longer.”

“Ummm your highness there isn’t anyone here…”

“What?”

Rising from his chair he quickly paced to the double doors flinging them open to find a parted crowd gawking or running from the man making his way to the doors. Doused in freshly spilt blood was Snow White, sword in hand matching his entire visage. With every step he took a puddle was left making a growing path as he neared the entrance of the castle

“W-what are you doing here!? I sent you to the kingdom over with the princess who needed a husband. I-if you wanted to rule a kingdom I gave that to you so WHY are you here?!” 

The King’s frustrated cry seemed to stop the prince. The silence was broken by the belly laughs of the man in question; his father backing in fear. 

“Ha ha ha, old man you did just that but you seemed to miss the part why 'anyone'. was invited here” 

Reaching into his pocket he held up an apple identical to the one he had offered you a day before. 

“Behold the cure. I have shed the blood of many to save your beloved (Y/n) and I will do the honors of reviving them for that wish.!” 

As much as the statement was meant to despair the king it brought support from the people. 

“Revive them! And any of your sins will be forgotten by us!” 

“Please bring them back to us!” 

“Prove it!” 

“Woooohooo!” 

Relishing in the whooping and jeering of the surrounding villagers Snow White began his walk towards your sleeping form. The King was unsuccessfully trying to calm the crowd as he watched his guard hold them back from filling the room. 

“H-how do you plan to give it to them!?”

Horrified he cried out as if to delude himself there was some other way to administer this supposed antidote. To answer all he heard was the laugh of the Prince who was now standing over you happily putting away his sword to toss the fruit between his hands. 

With the light shining out of the grand windows of the royal room the silhouette of the man taking a bite from the apple before leaning down to the sleeping monarch. In front of all to see he chewed; brushing his lips against yours as though testing the waters before diving in. Pushing your lips with the prodding of he struggled to get past your guards for teeth. Slightly annoyed he abandoned the apple to forge one hand in the roots of your hair (or the back of your head) to hold you up to him and the other to move the lower half of your jaw. 

Finally allowed full access to your mouth he wasted no time sending his pink muscle down your unsuspecting throat with the chewed bits of your cure. But just because the mission was finished it didn’t encourage the prince exploring your mouth further. Marking your lips with the crimson fluid that was drying on his person. 

For a while the crowd was enveloped in a silent awe as they watched the Prince makeout with the sleeping ruler. The King was avoiding wretching for the hope of seeing his child wake and that he did. 

You blinked once.

Blinked twice discovering that you could move your eyelids.

Blinked thrice more to blur the spotty image of something red.

You blinked for the fourth time registering who was still hovering near your face. 

In shock and fear you moved to push him away only for your hand to be grabbed and intertwined with by the man you had always been wary of. Smiling like a lovesick freak you hoped that the guards or the watching crowd would pick up on your distaste. Only to confirm with a quick glance that they were cooing and cheering at the sight. You could hear the crumpling of the former king fighting tears as dug his hands into the floors. 

“And for my wish that you promised to grant that I may be king through marriage to the new ruler (Y/n)!” 

The crowd erupted in cheer and wordlessly the time for celebration rang throughout the kingdom. Oblivious to your struggling as the Prince shoved a diamond ring on your finger before once again hauling you off into the castle. 

There was one thing that didn’t change in this story.

Just about everyone believed in Snow White.

[inawearyworld]

free if you truly wish to be: chapter iv

shit goes DOWN. as y'all have probably gathered. bc. yknow. the plot of the movie. but first there's a song yayyyyyyyyy

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

god, i love musicals.

(edit: realized after posting that i was looking at the wrong page of the screenplay while writing this and therefore royally screwed up the song structure of a world of your own but it’s fiiiiiiine)

once again, thank you mat for that interview taking a typical one-dimensional dahl villain and letting him be a more complex character. also i should probably throw a content warning on this one for depiction of a slightly abusive relationship

but i promise everything's gonna be okay soon-happy new year everyone!!

part three fic masterlist part five

While going through a time of personal growth involving trying to unravel one’s identity from that of one’s rich and powerful husband, it often happens that there are advantages to said husband being wrapped in worry over a new business rival-and, therefore, spending far more time at the office.

Wren’s favorite advantage at the present moment was that she was the only one to watch the mail come in.

Deep purple stationery was the signal she looked for-and steadily received, then returned with her own emerald letters-every day. The notes included scrawled updates regarding the operation to allow the earnest young chocolatier his day in the sun, anecdotes about the group of launderers that supported it (who she’d snuck out to meet often enough that they now felt like a second family), tales of a mysterious orange man, and exchanges of advice, witticisms, and Shakespeare quotes.

The handwriting was inexperienced, and there were more than a fair share of spelling errors toward the start of their correspondence, but she didn’t care a whit.

We’ve got the shop, Willy had written one day. For now, the task is digging through its decrepit debris and designing its decoration. (The credit for those words goes to Noodle-she says hello.) There are so many possibilities, I barely know where to start.

Start with the “why”, Wren wrote back. That’s what I always do. If there’s a piece I’m struggling to sing and I lose motivation to practice, I go back to the reasons I love the piece, even all the way back to the reasons I love the arts in the first place. Maybe there’s something in there for your shop-what made you want to share your chocolate with the world? (And hello to you too, Noodle!)

My dear Wren, came the reply, you’ve just given me the best of ideas.

He told her then about his mother and the inspiration she provided. Wren would be lying if she’d said a tear hadn’t fallen onto that particular letter.

As for how to keep him safe from the Cartel, police, and every other corrupt authority, Wren did her part by becoming Florence again whenever necessary. She acted less suspicious around her husband, leading him to be less secretive-although the gain in information was miniscule, it was better than nothing.

Felix’s rages would range anywhere from tittering, jealous rants to scheming monologues during which his whole being seemed to take on a lower, darker, more calculating tone. She’d listen carefully to all of these, tactfully calling out anything that might get him to consider he was wrong, but that had little to no effect.

Plan B, then, she’d realized, is all I can do.

So, whenever Felix seemed particularly incensed or just on the verge of coming up with how to destroy his rival, Florence would swoop in with wine and dark lipstick and a low-cut dress. She’d endure being his caged pet songbird, his doll, his perfect plaything, only because she had the growing feeling that things were about to change.

If Willy’s shop becomes successful enough to be completely undeniable, maybe the Cartel will finally acknowledge him as an equal. Maybe I’ll finally be seen as an equal, too. Maybe things will finally be truly fine.

So, night after night, she’d sit on her husband’s lap, twirl his tie, and kiss his neck until he’d forgotten the name of Wonka.

The same could not be said for her.

~

Due to just how glamorized she always had to be while in public, it didn’t take much to come up with disguise enough to be able to visit the new shop on its opening day.

With a fluttering sense of hope, Wren approached the fourth building of the Galeries Gourmet, blending in seamlessly with the sea of soon-to-be-wonderstruck passers-by. She cast a few nervous glances to the window of the Fickelgruber office, at which the man stood in his usual stance. There was no chance, though, of his recognizing her trademark ginger flame amongst the crowd; it was safely tucked under a dark, low-brimmed hat.

This could have set her mind at ease, but the fact that he looked even more smug than usual as he surveyed the ground below him made her nervous.

Did they plan something?

She was distracted from this worry by a sudden flash of color at the long-empty shop’s door. Willy Wonka stepped through, looking more himself than she could have ever imagined. He addressed the crowd with a flourish, and she marveled at his ability to combine showmanship with authenticity.

He took a skeptical older man’s arm, leading him to the shop’s entrance, and began to sing.

All at once, the shop transformed before all of their eyes, flooding with color, and the music settled into a sparking pulse that thrilled Wren to the core.

Willy grinned, fully in his element, and the doorway went dark. Gloved hands presented chocolate wonders as their creator sang them into existence. When he lit a match, the store seemed to come alive, and Wren gasped.

If his letter was anything to go by, the sight he had created was an homage to his childhood on his mother’s boat, brought to life in a way nearly too beautiful to be true.

Willy and the other man danced up a bridge of sorts as his song continued, proudly offering his shop as a world for each of his customers to call their own. Overtaken and lifted by the enchanting environment, Wren squealed with the rest of the crowd and ran into the shop, ripping the hat from her head and allowing her auburn curls to tumble freely down.

She threw her head back and laughed aloud. Her lack of makeup, and plain blouse and skirt replacing the usual emerald-colored finery, gave her assurance that she wouldn’t be recognized here; this was the closest thing she’d experienced to liberation in a very long while, and she relished it, along with the sweetly simple soar of Willy’s voice across his song.

When she looked up at him again, he was sitting on the boat that floated on the circling chocolate river, and she noticed he’d already been staring with a sideways grin. As the bassline that came from nowhere launched into a rollicking chromatic vamp, he tipped his hat to her, and she gave an enamored wave.

The second verse passed, and suddenly he’d reached her, extending a hand which she took without a second thought. He helped her onto the boat, then pulled her alarmingly close, but before she could say a thing about it, a cloud of smoke appeared around them.

Wren blinked and realized that she and Willy were now at the base of the massive chocolate tree in the center of the shop.

“How did you-”

But he only smiled and started to dance his way up the tree.

“A world of your own,” he sang, then gestured an invitation straight towards her.

This’ll be easy enough, she thought, nearly bursting with joy.

“A place to escape to,” she continued, running farther up the tree to meet him in the middle. His expression filled with awe upon finally hearing her sing, and they began a whirling back-and-forth.

“A world of your own-”

“-where you can be free!”

“Wherever you go, wherever life takes you…”

“This is your home,” she sang to him, twirling herself into his arms and beaming with pride. He’s found it-he’s created it.

“A world of your own,” they finished. He looked at her for a moment, seeming struck, then kissed her hand and disappeared through the branches of the tree to continue with the song’s bridge. She let out a dazed and happy breath, taking a moment to let her gaze roam the shop from her perch in the chocolate tree.

She didn’t know what would happen next, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t let herself enjoy this moment.

~

What did happen next was…as an understatement, not what any of them had hoped.

She wished she could say it was a complete surprise, and she wished she could have done more to stop it. The candy started having disastrous effects, the customers understandably balked, and it was clearly not Willy’s fault in the least. In a blur, the shop was in ruins, and Wren sat in shock with the little group who’d worked so hard to make it magical.

The candyman himself was devastated; not just by the massive setback, but by the absence of his mother’s spirit. Wren and Noodle sat by his side, but Abacus ushered them up. It broke Wren’s heart to think of leaving him like this-if the truest and most trusting dreamer on Earth can be broken down, where’s the hope for the rest of us?-but she somehow still felt she had to follow the group out.

She felt a hug around her waist and a held-back sob, and looked down to see Noodle clinging onto her. Wren immediately knelt to her level and hugged the girl close, finding it hard now to keep back her own tears.

“Terrible shame what-”

“Florence?”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath dropping to the floor.

Slugworth had spoken first, a smooth and practiced opening to what would have turned into a gloat. The voice that had interrupted him was genuinely shaken and clearly belonging to her husband.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Noodle, who nodded. “You can go, you shouldn’t have to see this-”

“Florence,” his voice came again, at a loss. She took a breath, stood up, and faced him with tears in her voice.

“Hi, Felix.”

Silence.

Slugworth looked with growing puzzlement between the woman and the girl, and Felix could only stare at his wife with dawning realization.

“You’ve been working with him,” he said simply, every usual quirk of inflection having vanished.

For a moment, the wash crew surrounded her in an attempt at a shield, and she heaved a breath to keep back a sob-of fear, of gratefulness for these friends that had become family over the past weeks, of everything suddenly crashing down.

“I’ll be okay,” she said quietly to the wash crew and perhaps to myself. “You all should go. Like you were going to. I’m sorry.”

They didn’t move.

She looked at Piper, whose worried hand was on her arm. There was an unspoken vow of protection between the women in that moment, but Wren’s eyes pleaded, so Piper nodded sadly, took Noodle’s hand, and the group left.

Wren was almost afraid to look at Willy, but she did; the boy was staring at the old chocolate bar in his hands, looking as if he could barely process a thing.

The sympathy in her gaze must have been far too obvious, because she suddenly heard footsteps, felt a hard grip on her wrist, and gasped in pain as it was yanked up and backwards.

“Darling,” Felix hissed with a sinister edge, though his voice was breaking, “I don’t know how or why this betrayal-”

“Betrayal?” she finally cried out, breaking free from his grasp as Willy rushed between them. “You lot have just poisoned dozens of innocent people, all for a business rivalry, and I won’t-”

“If you want your family not to starve, you had better lower your voice,” he barked.

Every speck of air seemed to leave the room.

“...My family?”

“I may have been distracted enough for the past weeks to ignore the mail that came in and out of our house, but I had not always been that blind. I thought your compassion to be an incomprehensible gesture, but I let it slide. When I felt like it.”

…They haven’t gotten everything I’ve sent.

They haven’t-

“In fact,” he continued, “it served as what was almost a pleasant reminder of the truth. For your family, for your stupid dream, and for your sweetly dependent soul-you need me.”

“If you knew I was poor, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s the same way for me!”

This was the peak of what had been a building explosion, and this was the moment in which they both remembered there were other people in the room.

“What?” the four besides him breathed, almost in unison.

“Oh, you heard right,” Felix launched into speech, the characteristic gestures starting to work their way back into him. “I came from nearly nothing, just the same. But I did what I had to do to climb to the top. I cast them all away, left my old life behind completely, and I suppose it was a foolish hope to think my wife would do the same. But she-but you-you are nothing but a guileless, deceitful bleeding heart.”

“I…”

Tears blurred her vision.

“I am…genuinely sorry that you felt you had to hide your past, but that doesn’t excuse trying to make the rest of the world match your insecurity and fit your little chocolate mold. And if that makes me a bleeding heart…I’m proud of the title.”

For a moment, the man looked as if he would allow his wife’s words to affect him.

Then his face, normally so expressive, turned completely cold.

She’d lost him.

She’d never truly had him to lose.

But she looked at Willy, and she thought of the wash crew, and she realized she finally had a truer support system. And if she could try to start over, find some other way to earn money to send to her family without interception, and some other way to reach the dreams that felt so far away at the moment, she knew Felix would be wrong: she didn’t need him.

After a long silence, Slugworth cleared his throat.

“Get her out of here. We have business with Mr. Wonka.”

What?

Her and the younger man’s eyes widened, and they grabbed each other’s hands on instinct, but a small number of policemen came around the corner of the shop door at Slugworth’s order. They clamped hands on her shoulders and dragged her away from Willy as the Cartel stood silently and watched.

“Wait-wait, no, I-”

“Wren-”

She struggled, fought, kicked, but was forced into the backseat of a police car-

“Let me go, you corrupt bastards-”

“Wren-”

“Let me-”

“Just drop her somewhere in town,” Felix said coolly. “Somewhere that isn’t my home.”

“WREN!”

The car door was slammed, and the last thing she saw was the Cartel advancing on a dazed Willy, opening a suitcase of cash.

All she could do was scream, and the scream turned into a cry.

They did indeed drop her somewhere. She burst out of the car the second it had stopped, and the officers drove away without a word.

Sick with worry and trying to regain her breath, she looked around, almost fainting with relief when she saw the laundry building. Piper, having heard the commotion, stood outside, and they looked at each other for a moment before Wren fell sobbing into her arms.

This is not over.

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted AU: Star: 🌟

Yeah, I finally got to the boy! Took long enough, huh? 😂 So I dud make a short character inspiration from a reblog chain a few weeks ago, so I'll go more into Star's character here:

So, much like the film itself, Star comes to Earth because of Asha's wish was so powerful, and aids her save Rosas. However, for "Wish Granted", he has no idea how to actually grant her wish. She basically fills him in on what's going on, and agrees to help. But he doesn't really understand why they need help. From his point of view, most of the humans on this part of Earth, and especially in Rosas look happy enough. He's just utterly fascinated with the animals, the trees, Asha, and just experiencing what humans see everyday.

But then he visits the Hamlet (in an animal disguise) when Asha wants to say goodbye to her Saba and mother. Star sees how sick Sabino has gotten, and the fear Sakina has for her daughter going back into danger. The Starboy sees that Asha's wish is entirely to help her family and community. (Its greatly emphasized once he gets to Rosas itself too) He partially understands and gladly accepts the task to help her. Asha can't believe this magical boy is a Star, it should be impossible. But just as her father said, the stars are there to believe in possibility. Star here is the impossible, made possible! Its no wonder his loveable and joyous personality leads her to falling for him! 😆

I took inspiration from this segment of the concept art book where they attempted to give plushie Star some kind of depth and character arc leftover from Starboy. They really tried to give Star something more than just being a toy, and Disney said "nah, a toy is good enough. Kids will love it." So Star's arc will be he starts off naive about the world and thinks everything is perfect. But once he starts seeing more of the people having other emotions other than happiness, he's processing how a human feels this. It hits harder when he actually feels a wish get destroyed, he feels their pain for a while after he connects with them. This is all going to connect to "At All Costs" when finally get that love confession scene! 😉

Now, my favorite part: POWERS!!! Star can shapeshift into different animals he sees, with his telltale sign of him being gold with white fur/hair. (Example image below) He's got a white six pointed star on his parts of his body that glow slightly, even in a human form, its just covered up by his black caped outfit.

I still kind of hate that Disney actually thought Star was too similar Genie just because he changes into animals. Like, what are you talking about? (I actually thought of MK or Beast Boy more than Genie.) Yeah, Genie could do that too, but he also changed costumes, size, shape, face, broke the 4th wall and did impersonations of movie actors of the time. Star didn't do all that. Besides, YOU MADE MAUI CHANGE INTO ANIMALS AND APPROVED OF IT!

Rant aside, He can change into any animal, but only has one human form. That's not only because there's way too many variations of people for him to adapt and he's not at that level of power yet. He mainly choose this particular human form because.... he thought Asha would like it. (He even gets the cape idea after he sees a picture of Magnifico. He just LOVED how that looked) Think of it as a boy trying make himself look better for the girl he has a crush on. 😂 His design is inspired by these three pieces of concept art combined with a dash of a superhero vibe. (Superheroes are hardwired into my brain, I tried my best NOT to do that! 😂)

Star can make animals talk, at least for a limited time, like when be has his big introduction song and the forest animals are his band. Animals are naturally attracted to Star, because he literally radiates pure joy and love. Those little critters just adore him! Think of this scene here:

One last thing to add is that once he's on Earth, and gets into Rosas, thus is when he gets the most attached to the planet. He has a big family with the stars, but he really wanted to be where the people are. He wants to see them dancing, ect...Meeting great people didn't just end with Asha, but also meeting the 7 Teens. He learns about their wishes as one desires, while confused on Simon's sleepiness/sadness. He actually attempts to heal Simon and can gain a new power. Star is not sure on how to react to Dahlia, who doesn't seem to have a wish. She seems happy cooking for the king (whom she has a crush on) and queen, no questions asked. Although, Dahlia does seem particularly curious about Star, even before finding out his magical side. She even tries to tell him to give up on granting Asha's wish, but he's definitely not doing that. 😂

When he meets the King and Queen, let's just say there's going to be a lot of angst/comedy with that. But when he has the mini stand off with Amaya. OH BOY, he's going to understand way more heavy emotions after meeting her...

(Star in this version is voiced by Jeremy Jordan, because he's a musical and VA legend! Plus he sounds so fun in every role he's in!)

Aaaand, that does it for Star! I mentioned in another post how when you look into his eyes, you can see microscopic galaxies or mini stars in eyes, like you can see the universe in his eyes! (When it gets to the At All Costs song, Asha can be seen in his eyes like she becomes part his universe) Any other bits will be revealed later, but I wanted to flesh the guy out here! He's a lot of fun to write and draw!

Now next up are the King, Queen and their ferocious yet spoiled pet Lynx! 😉

@signed-sapphire @oh-shtars @chillwildwave @lazytitans-world @emillyverse @annymation @kstarsarts @uva124

[misty-zzz]

Pst! If you've read this before, then make sure to reread it frequently! i may add or delete some stuff! :3 LAST EDITED: 4/27

sorry this is so long

Hello, hi! You can call me Misty!

I’m the human, furry, raccoon, mantis shrimp, and dragon (sand dragon), starkin, oceankin, therian/otherkin. I’m slightly insane but who cares.

I go by she/her/they/them + neos (star/starself and wave/waveself)

(Pink- I talk about a lot.

Orange- a little, not too much.

Blue- I’ve never mentioned, but I am in)

My main interest are:

Object shows (mainly hfjONE)

Tally hall

Will wood

Lemon demon

regretevator

the owl house

msm

Vocaloid/project sekai

Murder drones

The amazing digital circus

Five nights at Freddie’s

hazbin hotel

Billie bust up

Zelda

Stardew valley

My tags:

Misty's random thoughts - talking abt what ever i want to

misty's ocs doing silly stuff - showing off my ocs

misty drawz - art tag

I am also a young artist, duh. I always try to do something new with my drawings. Here’s some of my favorite pieces of art I made!

I also often post art dumps of traditional arts that I usually draw at school.

If you couldn’t tell by the art above, one other au I’m working on is the hoo-man au. Honestly whenever there’s a franchise I love that has non-human characters, I turn them into people XD. 

I don’t have many other socials, I blame my parents.

YouTube (other youtube)

And Pinterest

Yeah I only have those :P

DNI: homo/transphobic, furry/therianphobic, other average dni, like pedo/zoo, pro Israel, yawn. Yeah.

i dont really care if youre younger or older than me, just if you are older than 18, please just dont be creepy. i will block if youre creepy.

also no sexual stuff, i dont mind jokes (sometimes some jokes can be a bit much), but besides that, nty, reminder, im a minor (im also asexual)

Idk what else to say, enjoy my stuff I guess

if your going to ask me something, dont spam, and i dont like it when you ask something that could easily be a post on your blog. i much rather have actual questions for you guys to get to know me better! and i wont answer all questions, i do see them, i just honestly forget to answer it, and im too embarrassed to answer it 😭

Feel free to use the dividers, I made them! 

[humbuginmybones]

Here is the prologue to my new novel:

𝓐 𝓓𝓲𝓹 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼...

Description: "𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖝𝖞'𝖘 𝕰𝖉𝖌𝖊..."

Alex Turner's heart has been broken. Now he's caught in a spot between lust and love... Or a lust for love. Playing through shows, falling in and out of bad situations, and getting really close to the album that'll make the band most popular...

And the common thread? The consistent spark? And the inspiration, the muse, the art piece?

*You.*

Alex Turner X AFAB Reader (AMAB version will be made available soon.)

(She/they pronouns used, reader is nuerodivergent and queer, but otherwise unspecified, this is for the conversation's sake.)

Disclaimer: None of the songs and lyrics are owned by me, and this does not represent the real people here! Obviously, I tried to write them as accurately as possible, but none of the events in this story actually happened. This story is also a bit different than other X Readers, and if that's not your thing, that's okay. Slow-burn romance, smut, strangers to lovers, open relationships, MLM, WLW, and a mix.

I hope you enjoy this, it's something I really wanted to put together, and was happy to write!

Have fun!

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮:

January 2012

The excitement could practically be tasted in the air. The winter air whipped around you, taking your hair carefully in its invisible hands. You stood in the long queue for the show that you had spent over half a year excited for - You were going to see your favorite band tonight.

Arctic Monkeys.

You had their fourth album on repeat lately, Suck It And See. It was an album that illustrated a tale of deep love, lost love, and love slipping away... Naturally, Alex Turner was an amazing songwriter, and those songs were poetry, despite the line in the titular track "I poured my aching heart into a pop song; I never did get the hang of poetry." Well, that was a bald-faced lie... Yet one couldn't help but wonder if Alex Turner had actually wrote those songs based off of his true feelings - The lovely song Cornerstone wasn't based on a true story - Yet the headlines as of late, had been blasting Alex Turner's personal life, and all it's juicy details... Suck It And See didn't seem so fictional after news of his breakup...

Yet you were the type who didn't really give a shit about what made the music, you just cared about the art. It often felt like Alex Turner soundtracked your life, why would you need to picture those songs being about someone else when you could relate to them? It's the same thing with many other celebrities, like Taylor Swift (Who was releasing a new album this year, and you couldn't be more excited!)... You had been lost in thought the entire time that you were in the queue, daydreaming about this day to finally see your favorite band.

It was slightly nerve-wracking, you were a little scared that the line wouldn't move fast enough for you to get inside on time, and the sun went down, so it was cold in dark - But that's a normal anxious feeling, and it was soon quelled as the groups in front of you went quickly. The queue stretched around the venue, and the fans were so excited... They held signs with lyrics, or asking the band members to marry them, and tons were wearing leather jackets, or had gelled their hair, after Alex Turner's latest look change. He had been known for being a 'cute boy' for years, his hair getting fluffier and fluffier as the years went on - Until at the end of 2011, when he made a drastic change in his style... Gone was the haircut you had dubbed 'Mushroom Head', and now came this biker wannabe, a biker who was acting like he just walked out of the 1950s, as if he would fit in with the characters from a film like The Outsiders. Yet it was an exciting change... You felt like this era was only getting better and better - From interesting music videos that focused on the drummer Matt Helders, to a fake band for B-sides known as 'The Death Ramps', who also did collaborations with Richard Hawley and Miles Kane... And the band just felt more mature and in-tune than ever.

Your hand delicately handed the ticket to the scanner, the greeter outside of the venue. She smiled at you, and wished you a good time. You responded that you knew you would have a great time. And how could this night not be great? You had grabbed an amazing dinner and pint from a downtown pub, were dressed to kill with the coolest, most unique style on this side of town... Makeup that would make anyone jealous of your skills, and beauty that you were aware of, just never flaunted. You were so beautiful, but you never needed someone to validate that for you. But they still did. You complimented several people on the way to your seat, and they all responded sweetly, saying that you looked stunning! That validation was sweet - It was like life was falling into place - Like you could love yourself, and people could love you too, but you didn't *need* it. You were a beautiful person worthy and everything was enough for you.

Like tonight.

You didn't need to grab a drink or food, you were already full, and you really didn't want an emergency bathroom trip to ruin your concert experience or make you miss anything!

Settling into your seat wasn't hard - You had snagged a seat that wasn't exactly the pit, but wasn't the nosebleeds. You had a great view of the stage. The anticipation was killing you, you hadn't even looked up the setlist - You pondered what the opener would be, the finale... You played with the items in your bag, coming to a concert wasn't always the safest, and England wasn't always the safest, but you knew that you lived in a safer area, and you were prepared for anything... The security guards were fine with everything in your clear bag, and you scrolled through your phone, through Tumblr, mindlessly scrolling in anxiety yet excitement.

The opening band, The Vaccines walked onto stage, and they played a great opening show.

Fidget, fidget, fidget.

You kept fidgetting, way too excited for the band you were finally going to see, after months and months of hoping, and wondering how this was gonna play out.

5 minutes. 15 minutes. 30 minutes after The Vaccines had walked off... Until, the band finally walked on... The crowd lost their shit. Matt played the first few beats of 'Library Pictures', and the crowd wouldn't stop cheering for the next hour or two. You couldn't help but smile for the whole fucking show, singing along with so much passion, you knew every single lyric, and you were dancing, feeling the music through your body. The people around you smiled and complimented you on your looks and dancing, and none of them minded that you were having a great time - They all wanted to share that experience.

A little over an hour into the show, the band played 'The Hellcat Spangled Shalala'... The most ridiculous title of a song for such a bop - Alex Turner was acting all cute, interacting with the audience, forming hearts with his hands and arms, blowing kisses into the audience, singing with passion - His muscular arms practically bulging out of the black T-shirt he had picked for the night, and sweat gracefully dripped off his body. His hands and fingers masterfully playing the guitar and his cheeky smiles shined through as he sung the lyrics he put his whole heart into writing - He was truly trying to hide the heartbroken man he truly was deep down. His eyes kept scanning the crowd, and his eyes fell on you... You were a bit far away, his eyesight had to slightly strain, but your distinct style and wondrous dancing made him smile. Mentally, he dedicated the bridge and the last chorus of 'The Hellcat Spangled Shalala', to you - You definitely seemed the type to be a hellcat - His heartbroken mind and soul slightly hyper-fixated on you. It's not like he was trying to be weird or random - It was a slight obsession that just fell into his mind because a beautiful person had just crossed his periphery.

"And in a hellcat spangled cavern

When your judgment's on the road

And you're acting like a stranger

'Cause you thought it looked like fun

And did you ever get the feeling

That these are things she's said before?

Her steady hands may well have done the devil's pedicure

What you waiting for? Sing another fucking

Shalalala, shalalala

Shalalala, shalalala"

The crowd sang along with much glee, but you noticed that the crowd wasn't as into it as the other songs... Reminded you of all the middling reviews you had read about Suck It And See... That it was indistinct and there was nothing special - That was a moment were the critical were looking for something bad, not good about it - Suck It And See was kinda the perfect combination of Humbug and the Submarine soundtrack that preceded it... Alex Turner was only getting better at songwriting - But it didn't seem the crowds were clicking with the new album as much either - You could see it from the stage that Jamie's smile faltered, as he played his riff. He quickly regained it and his charisma, as he turned to smile at the audience again. It just seemed the crowds didn't care for Suck It And See... Which was a shame, it seemed the boys had put their hearts into that record... It was an attempt to sound poppier and groovier, and well... Perhaps the next album, if there was one, would expand on that. For a moment, Alex would play his new songs to diminishing returns, and stare at the pretty girl whom had caught his fancy.

Snapping back to it, snapping back to his music, his art, he finished the show with a bang. And you had no idea that the simple bit of eye contact made you occupy his mind - You were realistic - You were a supporter of the band, and you didn't entirely expect the band to hear your individual cheers and gratitude. Which wasn't a bad idea. Alex didn't even know your name, yet you vexxed him.

It was a great night, you went out to the pub from earlier, posting on Tumblr and Reddit your experience and photos from the concert - It was a wonderful night. You ate some greasy chips, sipping another pint of ale, talking with others in the pub about how amazing the concert was - you ate the chips, ordering a dessert - Tonight was all about treating yourself... It was amazing. This night would be a highlight for years to come.

And Alex had a great night. He slumped into his hotel bed in the dim light, and after a few moments, his mind wouldn't allow him the sleep he desperately needed. He got up from the bed and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen... He started throwing together words on those papers in his hotel room, lines about Lone Rangers, Electricity, kisses, time-travel, and the old Valentine's phrase of 'R U Mine?'... Lightning cracked outside, and he separated the paper. One song would be known as 'R U Mine?' the other would be known as 'Electricity'.

And they were both about you.

(Song of the chapter: The Hellcat Spangled Shalala)

[ladyzirkonia]

The Bad Batch Modern Tattoo Shop AU

Hello my friends. Here comes a short fic inspired by this wonderful piece of art from @cloned-eyes. Because I felt the urge to write something about these beautiful tattooed guys.

Characters: Tech and Crosshair (tattoo shop owner), OC

word count: 1.245

warnings: none, just Cross smoking and being a little bitch, mention of injury/prosthetics?

For all of you non German speaking folks:

Die Ärzte - Schrei nach Liebe (with English Lyrics)

Alligatoah - Meine Hoe (with English Lyrics)

Stupid cow - dumme Kuh (common German insult for a woman)

two meters - 6'56 feet

Two tall, lanky, tattooed men walk down a street. The sun was shining and there was a scent of various flowering trees in the air, spring had finally begun, but as so often in recent years, it was far too warm for the current season. The streets were full of people who more or less rushed past the men - after work hour - but there was one or two who couldn't help but stare at the two men for a moment, no surprise, they were both about two meters tall and tattooed from top to bottom. Moreover, the grey-haired one of the two stared at every single person who dared to look at him with such a sinister death stare that they could easily walk through the crowd without even being bumped into.

''Hey, wait a minute Tech, I have to answer this.'' The gray-haired man murmured to the bespectacled man next to him. The two moved to the edge of a corner of a building. Tech sighed slightly and put his hands in his pockets, he hated it when the streets were so crowded and preferred to stay in this crowd for as short a time as possible.

''What's going on Cross? Come on, you know I hate the crowds at this time of day. You can smoke later anyway.'' The one addressed as Cross just grumbled something after lighting a cigarette and started typing on his cell phone.

''It's Hunter. He says he's going to pick up Omega from school now.''

''Ask if we should bring kebabs.'' Tech said. However, Cross didn't get a chance to answer, because he was bumped into in such a way that his cell phone almost fell out of his hand. Thanks to his good reflexes, he just managed to catch it again and let out an angry snarl while he stood up to his full height and turned to the attacker. Or rather to the woman, who became even smaller than she actually already was at the sight of the man, her sunglasses had fallen off her nose on impact and she looked apologetically and somewhat embarrassed at the two men.

''Shit, watch where you're going, stupid cow.'' Cross ranted, while his brother grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back slightly, as if he was already afraid that the whole thing might escalate.

''Oh... sorry really, I'm so sorry, I was dreaming.''

The woman looks a bit startled as the tall tattooed man stared at her so angrily, but his brown-haired brother immediately raised a hand to calm the situation.

''It's alright, don't worry, he's just this angry all the time.''

The woman couldn't help but smile a little bit and bent down to pick up her sunglasses. She said with a shy sideways glance again towards Cross, to which she only received a snort.

''Sorry again. Sometimes my mind wanders off in a way that my friends are surprised that I haven't been run over by a car yet. Cool tattoos by the way. I used to be a fan of ''Die Ärzte'' when I was young. I don't like the new stuff as much anymore.'' She points to ''Die Ärzte'' sweaters with a smirk, but only earned an annoyed look.

''Oh yeah, and when was that supposed to be? When you were 10?'' He earns a sharp peck from his brother in response, but the woman facing him seemed to have regained her self-confidence.

''No, but I'll just take that as a compliment. And you?''She briefly examines him from top to bottom.

''Let me guess, your favorite song is ''Schrei nach Liebe''?'' She earned a chuckle in response from his other brother and an even angrier look from the gray-haired man who had his arms crossed in front of his chest.

''Too bad that tattoo on your face seems to be just irony, a smile might do you some favors.''

''You'd better watch what you say Freckles, you don't want to accidentally end up in front of a car after all!'' Cross blew the smoke of his cigarette in her face and Tech was forced to intervene one more time.

''Hey, stop that.'' Tech smiles apologetically at the woman.

''Sorry, he's in a particularly bad mood today, just ignore him.'' The woman returns the smile and can't help but take a closer look at this brother's face.

''Really bold with your face tattoos. And you like Goethe, huh?'' She points to Tech's forehead and tilts her head.

''How about ''Alligatoah'' then, if you prefer it a little deeper and more society-critical. I'm Kitty, by the way.'' She points to her flashy T-shirt that says ''Meine Hoe'' on it. Tech just frowns a bit in response and says without hiding any irony in his voice while Cross just looks at her with a slight sneer and withholds any comment.

''Obviously. I'm Tech... and this is Cross. But if you like the tattoos, we have a tattoo studio close by, the 99, feel free to come by.'' His words were interrupted by a slightly snarky laugh from Cross.

''Sure thing, have you taken a look at that girl. She won't last five minutes.'' The woman just returned his challenging look with a roll of her eyes.

''Don't YOU worry about that, sicko. I deal with pain similar to a male heart attack every month, I'll be fine. So I'll see you around.'' She winks at Tech, ignoring Cross quite as best she can, then turns to disappear around the next corner. Tech turns back to Cross, who has put another cigarette in his mouth.

''I like her. But would you mind telling me what's going on with you today? You're even more insufferable than you usually are.'' Cross just snorts and lights his cigarette.

''Just don't get on my nerves, all of you. First that weird guy today at the shop and now this girl here.'' Tech just raises an eyebrow at his words.

''What happened? I can't let you out of my sight for five minutes.'' Cross just shrugs his shoulders lightly before drawing his cigarette away like there's no tomorrow.

''During your lunch break, some retarded guy came in and really pissed me off. He was acting up, I'm telling you.'' Tech just gives his brother a snide look and starts lecturing him.

''I've told you a thousand times, that's ableistic to use that term.'' Cross just grumbles and flicks his cigarette stub away.

''You should have seen that guy, like he got hit by a train with all his prosthetics. He definitely needed therapy.'' Tech just sighed lightly and muttered.

''He's not the only one. So what did Hunter say, kebab?'' Cross just shakes his head grimly in response.

''No, they're going grocery shopping. He said the kid needs to eat something properly for a change.'' Cross rolls his eyes slightly and nudges his brother in the side.

''Come on let's go.'' Tech shrugs his shoulders and follows his brother back into the crowd.

[thesoulspulse]

Danny Phantom Randomness (Vlad Vs Dracula)

(Note: This is concept art from an cancelled Don Bluth animated film about Dracula we were robbed of which makes me sad. Just wanted to put that out there even though it’s slightly unrelated to the topic at hand.)

Ok, so I’m sure that collectively as a fandom we all know that Vlad was loosely based off Dracula, aka Vlad The Impaler. And according to the wiki page, “Plasmius is more vampiric than Masters, as this was the producer's original intention, although it was rebuked by Nickelodeon, who considered it too "occult." But again, no matter how much they tried to deny it Danny Phantom IS a show about ghosts, supernatural creatures, and various different popular characters from well-known urban myths and legends. Honestly, I wish there had been more of them besides Pandora and Wulf the werewolf...

Anyways, there’s plenty of fanfics out there that do go the extra mile to make Vlad a vampire who drinks ectoplasm and stuff like that but what if he was actually RELATED to the original vampire by the same name as him and that’s why his ghost form looks the way it does? What if vampires were real too just like ghosts since they technically fit into a similar category as half-ghosts because they’re the undead...?

I just think it would be funny to see Vlad meet Dracula, aka the source of his name-sake, only to be treated like a child by an immortal being that can’t be overshadowed and can pretty much do everything he can but better. Dracula has superhuman strength, teleportation, the power of flight, can possess people (even hypnotize which Vlad can’t do in the show at least since that would make it way too easy to take over Maddie and Danny’s minds), and regeneration to name a few that’s the same as a lot of ghosts. That said, Dracula has the usual weaknesses of any vampire like his powers are weaker during the day, holy water and silver burns him (think of these as Blood Blossom equivalents), and his “obsession” is an unquenchable thirst for blood.

I’d love for this Dracula to specifically be like the Dracula Untold version who was ruthless to ultimately save his family and his people. He loved his wife and son more than anything which would be nice to see as a tie in to Vlad’s feelings for Maddie and Danny. Of course, Dracula would have none of his poor-pitiful-me act and call Vlad a disgrace to their bloodline.

Dracula would encourage Vlad to find his one true love who will only have eyes for him from the bottom of her heart, not pine over someone who has chosen another since he has known a love that transcends death because every century or so Dracula searches for the reincarnation of his beloved. And if she has married another he’ll protect her from afar knowing that she does not always remember him when they meet  again and he basically has to prove his devotion all over again like a 50-First Dates sort of deal otherwise whenever she’s single.

As for Danny, it’d be a similar scolding. Dracula would point out how fighting a child is unbecoming of him, especially if he views this boy as a son. Therefore, Vlad should be helping him, not making his life harder because Danny has already faced more horrific battles than any 14 year old boy should.

"It's not a child's place to defend his country." ~ Dracula Untold

Hopefully something Dracula said will resonate with Vlad because if not, its hard to say if they share the power of immortality too and the old vampire has better things to do with his free time. I dunno, I’m probably rambling but it was a fun idea in my head so I had to share it. Especially since I have drawn Vlad in a costume inspired by the classic vampire along with the Phantom of the Opera which I couldn’t stop thinking about when I discovered that little piece of Don Bluth history above about Dracula getting a redemption arc. And I’m a big fan of redemption arcs for our favorite fruitloop too!

[wisyhana]

hi hi, i love your art so much and i was hoping to maybe get a compliment or an opinion on this piece!!! it's one of my favorite pieces for this oc ;v;

my art blog is @nateoldrin

Heya!! Thank you for this wonderful baby!

I'm impressed! if this is not traditional gouache and mixed medium so what kind of black magic is? I love the textures and choose of warm color of their hair.

I think my favorite is the one on the middle right. Drawing smiles is one thing, but drawing smily eyes is so difficult to get right, and you nailed it! Such a warm expression.

I mean LOOK AT EM! You only need those eyes to know everything.

I

LOVE

IT.

So a little more constructive. I'd say first, just keep going, whatever path you're taking, just follow it!

I love the warm colors you use, I even like a lot the use in the first drawing of the cyan on the hair, I think it works way better that tone that the one used on the lower left. I think the green in that one vibrates not for the goodest (but this may be just personal opinion) but I think in the first one the use of the cyan mixes a lot better.

I'd say that the jaw of the character seem to not move much when opening and closing the mouth, so it gives me the idea that it's a bit rigid. And the jaw line on the three of them are slightly different. If you want to keep a more consistent style try to keep the jaw line the same.

I assume is an artistic decision to not draw the line of the lower lip, which is totally fine. But if you want to hear from my experience, I usually use the lower lip line to know how much space to use for the chin and to where the jaw line goes in different perspectives.

Here an example:

I use the lower lip line to create this little triangle that's the chin and thanks to that I know more or less where and how the chin goes.

You don't have to draw the lower lip chin, but maybe to keep it in mind so the jaw line keeps the same in future drawings.

Of course all this in consideration of you wanting to have a concistent character design. Honestly any decision is valid.

I try to have a concistent style but I keep changing the jaw line all the time cos I haven't managed to give each character a decent anatomy design. I think Jonouchi was the only one I could ever give something ;0;

So yeah, love the baby over here. Really pretty colors and keep it up with the art!

Hope this helps you!

[citrus-cactus]

I finished my first playthrough of Digimon Survive (Moral Route)! Some not-plot-specific rambling under the cut, but still spoilery if you haven't played the game at all:

Re: The moral route, I really liked it! The only things I wish I could have done better (and I’m a little mad at myself for not doing) is actually unlocking Labramon or Dracmon’s Mega evolutions (I made too many mistakes early on with Aoi and Kaito's affinity points. I had been trying to play naturally and not minding if I didn't pick the “right” answers for the first several parts of the game, but I gave that up around part 6 because I wanted to be better friends with Saki, and I HAD to continue being BFFs with Minoru and Miu!). I did get Floramon, Syakomon, and Falcomon's Megas though! I love all of those cutscenes so much dfasdfasjghaskdfha

I'm also a little mad at myself for being two points shy on Wrathful to unlock all three "regular" endings on my first playthrough. I was SO CLOSE!! I just thought I needed to keep the points even-ish, I didn't know until I looked it up that there was an actual numerical threshold. I feel like not doing that complicates my desire to play as efficiently as possible. Right now I have a save in Part 7 that I could go back to to bump up my Wrathful score, then play through Harmony and Wrathful from Part 8... but I may have slightly spoiled myself on those two routes and now I'm not even sure I want to play them, because OOF. But since recruited digimon and evolutions carry over between game and new game+, it does make sense to keep playing on the same file, regardless of which route I choose to do. I will also say that I am so INTENSELY curious about all of Labramon's Megas because her line from Rookie to Ultimate is SO INTERESTING (also I may have spoiled myself on one or two of those Megas, they are thematic AS HECK and I REALLY want to understand exactly how we get there character-wise for at least one of them. The mythology and symbolism and implications for Aoi as a character have me REELING... but playing that route... OOF!).

Right now, I'm really tempted to just do NG+ and go for the Truthful route, but I think if I do I will be even less likely to go back to Wrathful and Harmony. Technically I already started NG+, but I've only finished the prologue. Can you have all four endings unlocked at the branching point on your second playthrough, or once Certain Things happen, are you fully committed to Truthful? Anyway. I don't want to play the game all the way through four times to unlock all the things is what I'm saying, but I acknowledge it might be unavoidable.

I also kind of want to participate in Survive Week, which starts on January 27th, I think? I honestly don't know how that's going to happen for me personally, because so much of my spare time is still going toward playing the game, so maybe I just need to give that up as a goal and just enjoy finishing my playthroughs and creating art on my own schedule. I already have an idea for a specific piece that I want to make SO BAD, but I also really want to take my time with it and fully understand the things I am assuming about character arcs before diving in (but I will say, "Pair of Sad Digigirls with Flower Symbolism" is apparently a theme I like to explore in my art these days, who knew that would become a theme?) . I also want to draw a bunch of Minorus being goofy. And Miu!!!! Honestly, all my top favorites. This group of kids and their partners ended up being pretty great, and even though I do have some minor criticisms of the game itself (pacing, difficulty curves, translation, the nature of choice in visual novels), I really love how much it has made me think about platonic soulmates. Survive been a great ride thus far, some wonderful character exploration through psychological horror, and the Moral Route did end up warming my heart so much :D

[swampstew]

Wanna know who binged What's The Magic Word last night and then read tonight's chapters with a smile on my face? THIS GAL!!!!😁😁😁

The whole thing with the Raven calling out Kid for being a lover boy had me in stitches, and the little Kim Possible easter egg was a cute touch. XD I was listening to videos of ravens mimicking human words earlier today, and it never fails to amaze me just how clever they are.

So happy you included Three-Eyed Killer too! It's one of my favorite headcanons and the fact that Kid gets way more upset about Killer being perceived as a freak than Killer does is very in-character. Rowena's right about all three of his eyes being beautiful!😭😭 If only someone could have told him that much sooner. Still baffles me how in the One Piece world where people can look like literally anything, someone with three eyes is considered freaky. 🙄

And the fight scene wedding! THE WATER SPINOSAURUS!!! THE PROPOSAL!!! THE VOWS!!! THE HELLHOUNDS DRAGGING PEOPLE OFF TO THE UNDERWORLD!!! IT WAS BRUTALLY ROMANTIC AND ROMANTICALLY BRUTAL!!!! YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER, BEB!!!!

IM GUSHING! SOBBING! THROWING UP! IM SO FUCKING HAPPY RN I WANNA VOMIT RAINBOWS AND SKULLS AND KUROMI STICKERS!!!!!!!!!

it fills my lil heart with joy that you've enjoyed the fic especially these recent chapter drops :D i never thought i'd be here posting such intimate fantasies i created for myself and my comfort character and it brings me all the good brain feels when y'all come into my comments and ask box that you've even read past chapter 1! Your praise and enthusiasm makes me excited to drop more in the future ~ not just for OC fics but stories in general♡

Some fic talk below the cut so avert yee eyes if you don't want to be spoilt ~~~

I had to sit down and bury my face into my gengar plush from how hard i was cheesing. my cheeks hurt and its all your fault!

NGL the Raven was actually me self inserting <in my self insert story> shenanigans for the gag ~ I love bullying the big dope! It is CRAZY how Ravens and other birds can talk - that's one of the reasons i both respect and lowkey fear birds. They're SO smart. I wanna befriend one. But im sure it could lure me into a pyramid scheme.

Thank you! I've read the head canon on Tumblr a few times but can't pin the source. I think it's a theory with merit! I try to do slightly different traits/characteristics of canon characters across fics so that each fic has it's own canon of the Kid Pirates. In What's the Magic Word? - Killer is a hybrid three-eye tribe member. In other fics - he's just as precious and special but in other ways.

ALSO THE DISCRIMINATION! INSANE! In this house we loathe Big Mom (she's an AMAZING character and I want to study her in a lab 60 floors under ground) but i HATE HER ASS. straight up abused tf outta her kids for being the variety snack pack kingdom she WANTED.

For Chapter 29 - I'll just leave it at TYSFMISSGDHRNIHH (thank you so fucking much im sobbing so god damn hard right now i have hiccups). As much as I romanticize the fuck out of Eustass Kid, I wanted to make sure his wedding day fit his brand of chaotic♥

I'll make a better quality post of the cover art in a few days after the chapters sink in a little! All my love for this crazy pirate culminated to this moment♥

[apencilandpen]

Hi friend! ⭐️,🎨, and 👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 for the ask game 💚

Hello friend!!!!!

Thanks for the questions! Okay, so I like to talk, so I'm gonna put it under the read more 😄

⭐️ - favorite comeback of the summer

Surprising absolutely no one, it's The World Ep. 2: Outlaw from ATEEZ. I'm a huge fan of concept albums, and they really pulled out all the stops for this one. I want to sit down and talk with them, their creative director, and the production team so badly.

Runner up albums would be SHINee's Hard and THE BOYZ's Phantasy Pt. 1: Christmas in August.

I really liked Shalala, Love Me A Little, and Cream Soda too, but didn't listen to the rest of the albums too much.

🎨 - favorite creation I made over the summer

I have a few!

I'm super proud of this guy! Hes got flair, hes got style, he looks like a slightly unhinged low level gotham villain! He came out basically exactly how I see him in my head, and it really pushes me to finish the rest of my Outlaw characters.

I tried a bunch of new things in this piece and it was super fun to experiment with. It also ended my Hongjoong art drought, so I'm very thankful 😌

I've got more, but I think 2 is enough for now 😄

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 (I could not find the original emoji to save my life) - if I got into any new groups over the summer

Okay, so the only real new group I've gotten into is the Japanese rock band One OK Rock, specifically their album Luxury Disease. I love their songs Save Yourself, Prove, and Broken Heart of Gold. Can't recommend enough!

But like in the kpop sphere, I fell headfirst into WOODZ's discography a few weeks ago and have yet to come up for air. I don't know why it took me so long to get into his music bc I am obsessed. I love Drowning, Trigger, and Chaser. I'm still the world's most casual NCT listener, but I have a newfound appreciation for Taeyong bc Shalala was infectious and I think he's insane (positive).

I kind of feel like I'm stepping back from getting Fully into new groups. Idk if I have the energy to commit to that right now 😄

Oh, also, Super Junior. My sister and I have been watching a lot of Korean variety shows on Netflix, and Heecheul is Everywhere. So, now I've listened to a bunch of Super Junior songs and they're so silly and so fun 😄

[danggirlronpa]

Merch Monday comes 'round once again!

[Obligatory Ko-fi Link Because This Is A Post Where I Spent Real Person Money]

As always I forgot to do this several times, so there's plenty of backlog from this last month to get through. The Seasons of Despair zine came in today, and I've only got enough time to do one of these. So we'll hit the zine today, and everything else tomorrow!

So: Seasons of Despair!

TLDR; Aesthetically excellent! No major issues except the exclusion of some characters in the art, some more notable than others.

This is a "zine" only insomuch as it's creation project - actually, it's a calendar for 2024! It's more general than ship, so normally I wouldn't really cover it on this blog. But some of the merch is really cute, and I just think the whole project is a really cool idea!

I got the paper bundle, because I simply cannot justify to myself spending more than $50 on a zine except for, like, the DR WLW Zine, which I am legally and morally obligated to gather all of like a dragon with its hoard. That means none of the pins or charms.

EDIT: They've asked people not post the inside of the calendar, so the image that was here has been removed! If the stance changes it will be reinserted.

The actual calendar itself is just fine! Nothing special about the make. The art is all gorgeous. The birthday listings and the art around the bottom half are really nice touches - I lost most of those polls on Twitter, but I'm glad my girl Komaru made it. They managed to get almost every character with a canon birthday on the monthly art too (sorry Miaya)!

I have a total of two (2) issues with the calendar.

1. Jack isn't anywhere in this, even though Toko shows up multiple times, and their birthday is only listed under Toko. Which. Bummer. (Izuru is also just listed under Hajime, but he shows up in other art throughout the zine.)

2. There's a full THH spread, a major char UDG spread, and two full SDR2 spreads, but no V3 spread. The closest is ten characters, which isn't 16, and which has several characters mostly blocked behind others or barely visible. They all still get their faces on their birthday in the calendar itself, of course! But it's a bummer that the only sight of Angie, Ryoma, and Korekiyo is the back of their heads.

Other than that, I'm very happy with this! I'll be using it throughout the year, so we'll see very quickly if it holds up.

The little cherry stickers and this stretch goal print are the main reason I bought the paper merch instead of just the calendar! These both feature art by @axolotllotl, who is a blog favorite. The stickers are actually the shinier of the two, and are notably higher quality than the other sticker pages that came with the zine. We won't be going over the other stickers, but they're just more paper-y - you can tell a lot of care was put into these! (Not that I won't be using the other stickers. You KNOW I'm putting that heart eyes Monokuma in a strategic location.)

& I LOOOVE the print. It's actually on lower quality material than the stickers and the calendar, but that's not a bad thing! Every piece of this zine has slightly different quality, I assume for manufacturing reasons. There are no defects and the art is gorgeous - I love the way she draws Kyoko, it's so cute.

Generally, I'm pretty happy with this! It'll definitely see the most active use of any zines I own, especially since this blog celebrates the girls' birthdays. We'll see how it holds up long term!

[shiningstarr15]

Guys I came across something today and it had me almost throwing a fit in public

So I went to Walmart with my folks for our weekly grocery haul and, as per usual, I snuck off to listen to my tunes, pace around, and look for any marvel stuff I could find 😂

Well I found myself in the children’s books section where I know they always have those little 5minute stories to read to kids and I came across this beauty

First of all, the art is BEAUTIFUL. Some of the characters are the comic versions, but some ALSO have traits of their cinematic counterparts (ex being Natasha’s green eyes)

So of course seeing Black Widow on the cover I had to take a peak and see what her story was.

I was not expecting nor prepared for what it was..

That..that can literally only mean one thing, right? There’s only ONE other character that holds the title of black widow in the marvel comics. And of course the character they’re showing is BLONDE.

So I had to read it. Yes I stood there in the middle of the Walmart children’s books section and read a marvel kids book. I was too excited at the prospect that maybe just maybe my favorite marvel character was in this book. Which would be the FIRST time I’ve EVER seen her illustrated in a kids book!

But then as I kept reading, and they revealed the blonde character having been “impersonating black widow,” a particular sentence caught my eye.

“She had a strange sense she knew this person”

Now I don’t know EVERYTHING about comic Yelena but I DO know that Natasha’s first encounter with her is the first time she’s seen her. They weren’t even in the red room together at the same time.

So part of me started thinking maybe it wasn’t her. These stories sometimes stray a bit to be more “kid-friendly” and Yelena is such an underused and unpopular character in the comics that they probably wouldn’t put her in one of the marvel books.

So I decided to keep reading and Natasha goes on about how ‘this woman knows all her moves’ ‘maybe she’s finally met her match’ and I’m like “no, it has to be her. That is literally her description in the comics!”

So it finally gets to where she removes the mask and..

When I tell you I gasped out loud

It’s HER!! she’s here in a children’s book!

But guys, it doesn’t end there. Look at how Natasha looks at her with a knowing look, SHE KNOWS HER

So at this point I knew they had to have strayed a bit from the comic. But when I tell you the next page literally had me almost throwing the book…

Because it’s not just a version of comic Yelena..

ITS OUR YELENA!!!!!!!

Obviously the book took a few liberties with their story bc it’s not exactly like the one told in Black Widow. But it’s also not even CLOSE to the comic version. Yes Natasha has a soft spot for Yelena that later on does bring them closer and work together and even have funny banter, in which I have no doubt was the influence behind making them sisters in the movies. But they aren’t ever described as having a sisterly relationship in the comics.

So then this version has to be a version of MCU Yelena! Yes it is slightly different but she’s still the younger sister figure to Natasha 😭😭🥺🥺 that’s mcu exclusive as of right now.

Also, LOOK AT THE WAY SHE’S ILLUSTRATED. The hair has never looked exactly like that in the comics with the pieces and the fly-aways. But the thing that really did it for me was the eyes

THAT IS FLORENCE PUGH’S EYES

You cannot TELL me that’s a coincidence. That eye color is WAY TOO DISTINCT of having that golden green-ish look that is so exclusive to her!

So yea, it’s her.

I am at a literal loss for words at this point. It’s like a version of her that mixes some of the comic origin and the cinematic origin. Especially this page here.

First of all, Natasha saying she wasn’t leaving until she brought Yelena “home” had me almost in TEARS in the middle of Walmart 😭 in this story, Natasha defects and Yelena chooses not to. But she still feels left behind, you can tell by it describing her as having an “almost sad look” in her eyes. And then she quotes the motto, like it’s just been engrained into her. And then the stolen tech “falls out” of the pocket. So it is heavily implied she doesn’t really wanna be doing this but feels like she needs to to prove her loyalty.

It’s sad that it ends with her just escaping and leaving. But she actually does end up showing up in like a foggy mist when Nat and Fury reboard the quinjet. Like she’s just really wanting to go. But she doesn’t.

But it ends like this.

“Perhaps her little sister wasn’t so lost to her after all” SCREAMING CRYING HYPERVENTILATING 😭😭😭

And then “she knew this wasn’t the last she had seen of Yelena Belova” implying the possibility of her returning in later stories 😭😭

And that is the first time I see Yelena illustrated.

Guys… kids are gonna read this. They’re gonna read it and not only know who Yelena is, but associate her with being “black widow’s sister” or “Natasha’s little sister.” The character has forever been changed thanks to the MCU and Florence Pugh. They single-handedly put that character on the map, and marvel kids books are starting to reflect it. I’ve already seen it within the fandom. They only know her as being her sister. This was the most beautiful thing I could’ve ever come across. And I have a feeling the character’s future is so bright and this is only just the beginning for “black widow’s sister” 😭😭😭💞💞💞🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

And also if I ever see her illustrated in that iconic double ponytail and vest I may actually shit myself…

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

11 13 20 21 from the character game for gríma?

OOoooh yesss, more questions! More questions! <3 <3 <3

[From this ask meme]

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character? oooo word association time!

First thing I think when my brain goes "It's Grima Wormtongue Time! (tm)": Snake man. Damp. Seidr. ¿Gender?

From there it usually goes to whatever thing it is that I'm working on - so if I'm thinking through, for example, marriage and courting rituals of Rohan and how they might look depending on class/gender/end-result (i.e., marriage or lover or side piece etc.) then my brain will do Grima Time (tm) and the first thing will be: how does it work with him and in what ways does he do it slightly sideways?

Everything about Grima is a little pear-shaped, at the end of the day.

13. Your favorite friendship they have

In canon? Grima’s friendship with his own sarcasm. Poor man doesn’t have friends—or none that we are shown, I should say.

In head-canon? Well, in Swimming Through Fire, Grima and Legolas’ friendship is the best thing that happened outside of my accidental creation of Downey’s friend Willis.

I’ve given him a bit of a right-hand guy in What Makes a Kynge (i.e., Team Up and Scheme fic). His name is Eadric and he’s got the world’s meanest daughter and I love her. Anyway, Eadric and Grima are quasi-friends. They’re as close to friend as Grima can get in a world where he’s not been forced to do work on changing himself (YET. He has some revelations, they just happen in different fashions).

20. A weird headcanon

I’m not sure I have a weird head-canon for him. What constitutes weird? I suppose, I head-canon that post-war, when Eomer needs to do something with him that uses his skillset but obviously he can’t hold his former position, he ends up being like a brew-master.

BECAUSE. Brewing is associated with magic/sorcery due to its transformative nature (the art of brewing itself, also alcohol as a transformative substance has a longstanding history), and Grima spent large whacks of his childhood avoiding his brothers and so spent it in the kitchen or the weaving room (g E n D e R t H i N g S) and learned how to brew from his mother.

Aside from brewing, though, he ends up inventing forensic science because there’s a few weird deaths that are sus and Grima is like “what if we cut open the body and looked inside?” and people were like “you’re a sick freak, we always knew that, but wow next level.” Eomer though is like, “wait. Let the man speak.” So Grima gets to do some slicing and poking around and being like “oh so that’s what a human liver looks like. I’ve only ever seen various animal ones.”

Anyway, mostly he’s like the weird brewer and sells dubious herbs and Eomer doesn’t ask him for advice from time to time but Eomer totally asks him for advice from time to time.

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

I don’t know if Grima can ever allow himself to be fully happy. I really don’t think he has it in him, which is sad and also yikes my dude, get help.

But the closes he’s been to happy? I think early days in Theoden’s court when it looked like there was a whole big world to play for and Grima was new, young, less jaded, not bitter or resentful yet, and just looking at all these possibilities before him. It would have been exciting, thrilling, also lots of challenges and he’d be learning so much and loving it.

Post war? I hope he finds something like contentment. Or as close to it as he can get, being who he is. His weird, new position might be interesting enough for him that he’d like it. Brewing means you do a lot of socializing, but it also means you get a lot of secrets from people and he is a small dragon who loves to hoard things so he collects everyone’s secrets and keeps them in his pocket.

Day to day? I suspect he’s most content/adjacent to happy when listening to stories or songs and histories. He’s also happy when riddling or doing the many and varied word games that they would have had to pass the time. He would be always happy to initiate people into whatever their version of Green Glass Door is. If there’s some problem or puzzle to solve or something to tinker with, he likely is happy doing that.

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Thank you so much! I loved this and these were all fun to think through. Especially the "Grima Is Now Local Brewer, His Beer Probably Has Mild Hallucinogenics In It" plot. (Granted, a lot of late antiquity and early medieval ale did. He's hardly alone in that. And it did serve a ritual purpose alongside the just having fun aspect of it.)

[justfangirlstuffs]

FNAF DCA QUESTIONNAIRE I decided to fill out for funsies. Link to the original is here.

1. How did you get here?

That is a great question. Honestly I feel like I stumbled ass first into this fandom and now I'm just kind of here to stay for a while.

2. Why these characters in particular? What was the hook for you?

I think the hook for me personally was the fact that the DCA is, in essence, a caretaker, which oddly enough called out to the inner child in me.

3. How long have you been here?

In this fandom specifically? Only a few months at this point.

4. Have you actually played FNAF sb?

Yes and it was a frustrating ordeal. I got lost multiple times because the map was absolutely useless and at times I got confused as to what my next objective was. But I did manage to eventually get to 6am.

5. If you make content what is your favorite piece you've contributed?

My favorite so far that I've contributed personally is my AO3 fic, The Daycare Attendant's Little Assistant, where you the reader are a kid who befriends the DCA. It takes place before the events of Security Breach and just has a lot of wholesome fun as well as some hurt/comfort.

6. What's your favorite sort of art or fic? What genre/flavor/style?

I love me some wholesome content. Give me all of the hurt/comfort and warm fuzzies.

7. What's your favorite au?

There is this one Cowboy Au that looks like a lot of fun. I believe it's by @castercassette .

8. Do you have any OCs, or have OCs that you are fond of?

This may be a little biased but I'm rather attached to my y/n from TDALA. They are just so grumpy and salty about life (for reasons) and they do not start off on the right foot with Sun and Moon at first.

9. What do you think of the dca's Canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

I know I'm probably in the minority on this but I absolutely love Sun and Moon's canonical appearance. It's the perfect blend of creepy and whimsical, a combination I enjoy playing with when writing them.

10. What keeps you in this fandom despite the small amount of Canon content the DCA had?

A combination of things. One of which being the there are a lot of fun and awesome people I've met through this fandom in just the short time that I've been here, but there's also a lot of fun and creative stuff to he had here. And there are no shortages of lore and theories revolving around these two.

11. Be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

I cannot put into words how much I hate being asked this. But fine, gun to my head I would probably pick Sun because he's the one least likely to kill me.

12. Thoughts on eclipse?

Again, I feel like I'm in the minority on this when I say that I really don't have strong feelings towards Eclipse. Cool concept, the art surrounding him is pretty neat, but that's about it.

13. Thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

So many. And the fun part is I get to explore them in my fic. Before the glitch, Sun is a lot more put together. He still has his overly zealous tendencies but a lot less of the anxiety and clingyness we see in game.

14. Thoughts on pre-glitch Moon?

Another fun concept that gets explored in my story. Moon has always been a bit of a gremlin, but he plays into it for fun. He's fully aware that kids find him slightly more unsettling than Sun but he tries not to let it bother him and instead uses that to his advantage.

15. Do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? Does it matter?

Oh I absolutely believe that Sun and Moon are two different personalities in one body and good luck trying to convince me otherwise. I don't know, I just think it's more fun that way.

16. What's something in the fandom you like to see more of?

I always love seeing new theories, not just about the DCA but security breach as a whole. The FNAF franchise is fun but dang do they just love to leave things vague and leave it to the fans to pick apart everything.

17. What's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

NSFW content. This is merely a personal preference and no judgment to those who do enjoy it.

18. Anything you're looking forward to?

The DLC as well as the upcoming series of books featuring The Pizza Plex.

19. Do you think you'd actually get along with the DCA if you met them irl?

Oh, absolutely. I would probably have to take Sun in small doses because I'm just eternally tired, although who knows maybe he could just spot me a few Sundrop candies and I'd be fine. And if Moon is willing to help me sleep (like just night time sleep and not the eternal kind) then we'll be best friends forever.

20. Free space! Talk about whatever is on your mind!

I'm really glad I joined this fandom. I've been having a lot of fun so far and it's gotten me back into writing and drawing two things that I both agonize over and find a lot of joy and comfort in. I hope to make more friends and fun times while I'm here.

Tagging: @lovelymoonmagic @thewordofm @yes---but---no @theohnocorral @jess-themess05 @jaythejokerfan @sharpmarble76 @certified-handler @feralmoonlight @sleepyjuniper and anyone else who wants to fill this out! I'm curious to know what y'all will answer.