#kyle baxter

[toastingawaffletoast]

It's Ellie's turn to escape The Wall 💥🔥

"FAIL"

"Huh, there's something oddly familiar about this."

[kursed-curtain]

More requests!

Accordion and Violin are @bluetorchsky 's OCs ^^

[loafthecat]

WHITEBOARD DOODLE D U M P-

Aka. More doodles from @kursed-curtain ‘s whiteboard))

1. teleporter malfunction lol-

2. HOLY SHI- NARRATOR-????? (Omg remember him-? From months ago-?) Also yes- narrator hates brownies…..and Kyle…..especially Kyle…

3. Y’all, Ollie has a gun. Run.

4. I don’t think Sven is happy with tumblr’s nicknames-

5. Darn it Calvin- he misses his man- ):

6. Yeah- uh- lore- yes- uh- Randy did in fact do that-

7. Gae lil fish, full of bagels. :3

8. Omg!!!! Mavy’s out!!!!! Look at the boi everyone!!!!! <3333

9. Ollie just wants to find his friend group lol- (also the other oc is @jaedoesart ‘s boi for context! :3)

[thsc-scattered-stars]

Decided to make a sort of title page that'll go on my rules thing! Had a lot of fun with this :3

[1st-lil-poet]

{𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡}🏳️‍🌈

[TW: Implied Bullying.]

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Maddie was able to convince everyone (except Kyle) to make all of them special outfits! She did eventually make Kyle some gloves and earrings, though. She made Joker's skirt and cat ears as a apology for everything she did to him. But to her surprise, he already had forgiven her when he saw her change from the person she was before.

[I'm writing about chaos they get into later, stay tuned!]

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🩹𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫: Bisexual and Demisexual!

📷𝐀𝐥 𝐊𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥: Trans but still is figuring himself out!

🌈𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰: Lesbian!

🌌𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐝: Trans and bisexual!

🌹𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Aromantic and pansexual!

🃏𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫: Genderfluid and bisexual!

☢️𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜: Non-binary and pansexual!

[jaedoesart]

Fuck it. Cringe culture is dead, it's OC x Canon hours--

Draw your characters like this

[rey-129-fan]

Gotham-Amity Co-op AU Part 3

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“Hola beauties, and welcome back to Fashionable History, I’m Paulina,”

“And I’m Star, and on this channel, we teach you how to be at the height of fashion, no matter what time period you find yourself in.”

“Now for our long-time viewers who missed our community posts, you might be wondering about the change in location.  Well, we are moving up in the world.  That’s right, fam, we are officially-

“College girlies!” The two shouted into the camera.

“Ah, such a big step,” ‘Star’ sighed.

“Indeed it is.  And to celebrate, let us dress up like we��re going to meet the queen of fashion herself: Marie Antoinette!”

***

“So you would think it would be hard to demonstrate Amity Park’s weirdness while no longer living there, but you would be wrong,” a black man said into the camera while walking down a hallway, his glasses fallen ever so slightly down his nose.  There were voices in the background progressively getting louder.  “You see, Danny’s mentor popped by this morning, and apparently, he decided that the perfect way to tutor Danny and piss off his bosses at the same time was to allow a bunch of college kids to summon a historical figure of their choosing to discuss their area of expertise.  Once a week.

“Jazz got to go first.”

The black man stopped in a doorway.  Much clearer in the background was a woman’s even voice.  “And Jazz, being the future psychologist that she is, picked the most sex-obsessed man in history.”

The camera flipped to show a young red-head sitting across an older man with a white beard in a blue three piece suit.  In the background was a younger man, his blue eyes glazed over as he sat there sipping from his mug, his head of black hair bobbing as he fought to stay awake.  Really, it wouldn’t gather a second glance, except for the tiny detail that the older man’s skin was as green as a sunburnt person’s was red.

“-indeed homosexuality is not an illness, and in fact the only link between it and mental health has been observed to be caused by familial and community reactions.”

“That is good to hear.  Indeed, many people throughout history were homosexual, and a lot of them did not show any other signs of mental illnesses.”

“It is.  However, with the recent pushes for public acceptance of those not heterosexual, many have come forward with sexual orientations beyond just hetero and homosexuality, including those that are attracted to both men and women at the same time, as well as those who experience no sexual attraction or are completely repulsed by the idea of anything sexual.”

The camera flipped back to the first man.  “She is explaining how psychology has developed in the last 100 years without trying to rip apart Freud’s work.

“This isn’t even the first time something like this has happened.  Occasionally, we’d get guest speakers that would turn out to be some famous author or pioneer in their field.  It’s how our English teacher got his copy of the Tempest signed by the original author.  I think this might be the first one that won’t end in a raid by government idiots in white, though.

“So yeah, we occasionally get to talk to dead celebrities and don’t bat an eye at it.  Amity Park is very weird.”

***

“Danny!  You left your cups in the sink again!”

“How can you tell it’s mine?”

“They’re glowing green and you’re the only one that drinks ectoplasm!  Now take care of them before you bring the food to life again!”

“Fine…”

The camera pans over to a goth woman giving the camera a flat look.  On screen, there’s some text that reads: ‘When your boyfriend forgets to clean off his dishes after his mildly radioactive smoothies.’

***

“Urgh!” Just die you stupid, lazy skeleton!”

“How long is this attack going to be!”

“I don’t care, because when it’s finally my turn, I am going to stab the dust out of this depressed sack of bones!”

On screen was a couch, and on that couch sat 3 young adults, two women and one man.  One of the women was Valarie Gray, US National Taekwondo Silver Medalist, was jabbing her thumb down on the d-pad of her controller, lips pulled back in a snarl.  The other was Samantha Manson, more known for the TikTok channel Our Strange Lives.  The man was a muscular blond.  All three were focusing on the screen, their eyes emitting faint light and Valarie’s teeth seemed to be getting sharper.

Quietly a blond woman walked on screen, a backpack slung over her shoulder.  The woman was Star Strong from Fashionable History.

“You guys are still streaming?”

“This boss is stupid difficult and Manson and Gray are the only ones willing to play.”

“What happened to the guys?”

“Fowley, Wes, Singh all had work.  Fenton got to the first boss and then lost it because ‘Goat Mom just wanted to protect us’ before getting a call from his lil sis asking for help.  Kwan is working on a lab with a guy from his chem class, and Kyle passed out a couple hours ago.”

“Stop dodging!”

“Wanna play?”

“Can’t.  Going to the library to study for a calc exam I have coming up.  See you guys later.”

“Later.”

“FUC-”

***

“And so, with this polaroid image, we have evidence to prove that-”

“Hey, Wes, do you have something I can use for a collage?  Oh sweet, thanks bro!”

“What?  No!  Kyle!  Get back with that! That was the proof I was going to use to prove the existence of Yetis!”

“Oh damn.  This is some nice creature work!  Danny, your friend has an incredible costume, man!”

“Thanks, Kyle!  I’ll pass it on!”

***

Tim paused the video right as Wesley Weston stood to chase his older brother.

There.

The red-head’s eyes had a slight glow to them.  Tim clicked over to the other images he had gathered of the Amity Park teens, all with their eyes glowing or other signs of something inhuman.

Tim had been introduced to this group by Stephanie when she found a martial arts demonstration Gray did that involved breaking multiple boards, all several feet above her head.  Stephanie had meant it as a ‘check out his cool person doing what we’re doing,’ but Tim noticed something.  All the boards were being held by seemingly the same person- or at least people dressed very similarly.  And not in a way where they’re sitting on a ledge above Gray and are switching out the board each time she broke one.  More that there were multiple companies of the same white glove all holding a board and all floating several feet above where they should have been.  That was already a little weird, but it could’ve been some special effects or just a uniform.

No, what caught Tim’s attention was the quick glimpse of the face of one of the board holders.  It was youthful- late teens- but with paper white hair that showed no signs of bleaching.  Now these features would have been a thing to cement the mysterious person in Tim’s mind.  But it wasn’t that.

No, what got Tim to do some digging to find out about a previously unknown supposed hero from a small town that has been blacked-out by the US government, was his eyes.

His calm, glowing Lazarus green eyes.

***

So we finally get a taste for the shenanigans our liminals are up to. Sam, Tucker, and Danny all share a TikTok where they show off how weird the other two are and how weird their town is. Wes is trying to prove cryptids exist, which Kyle ruins. Dash has a gaming stream that most often Kwan joins in on, and Paulina and Star do dress history. Oh, and Valarie is a national taekwondo because karate has only been an event for one Olympic games, but taekwondo has been an event since 2000 and Val seems more like a kicker than a thrower. Plus, I actually took taekwondo when I was younger.

We do get another Bat showing up at the end. There is absolutely no plot, however, so who knows where this is going. Certainly not me!

I'm still looking for names (please, I need them). As for majors:

Jazz-Psych (obviously)

Kyle- Liberal Arts (I wanna put him in accounting, but Liberal Arts works for now)

Tuck- Comp Sci

Danny- Poly Sci, minor in Astronomy

Sam- Double Poly Sci and Environmental Science

Val- Criminal Justice

Dash- Undecided (both me and him)

Kwan- Pre-Med for now, though he wants to do Child Development/Education

Paulina- Fashion Marketing

Star- Sports Science

Mikey- Music

Wes- Journalism

[miss-nov]

Phic Phight 2025: The Hole

Prompt by @gamma-radio-dp: "Sudden unexplainable sinister hole in the ground."

AO3

“What the actual fuck,” Dash said as he peered over the edge.

The entire football team crowded around the hole. It laid dead center of the field.

“We can’t play with this here,” Kwan stated the obvious.

Dale scoffed and kicked some dirt into the hole. “Tell that to Coach.”

They gawked at it a bit longer until—speak of the devil—Coach Thompson stormed up to them.

“Boys! Why are we lollygagging? This behavior isn’t going to get us to Sta—what the hell!?” He halted.

“There’s a hole,” Dash supplied helpfully.

The other’s pointed at it in agreement. Coach smacked his forehead. He dragged his hand down his face.

“No shi—yeah, I see that.” Coach chewed his lip thoughtfully. “I’m going to get somebody to fill this. I want you guys to do passing drills on one half of the field. Avoid the hole and don’t break your damn ankles.”

…

The hole waited for them the next day. 

“Are you friggin’ kidding me?” Coach took off his cap and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I watched him fill it yesterday.”

The boys shared a look amongst themselves.

“Run laps around the school while I get this figured out.”

The boys groaned a chorus of “but coach” and “oh c’mon.” He waved them off. One thing remained clear to him. Some shitter was behind this. The Fenton kid, maybe? Or the Manson girl as a form of protest? It didn’t really matter. The fucker would be caught tonight.

…

He hid behind the bleachers. The sun had hid itself behind the horizon a long while ago. Not how he thought he would spend his Tuesday night, but oh well. He heard the noise of disturbed dirt. He moved closer to the gap between the bleachers. His eyes darted around eagerly. There was…nobody? He licked his lips. More sounds of collapsing dirt.

He watched the pit form itself in the middle of the field. That’s it? He wasted a Tuesday night on a fucking sinkhole? How the hell were the boys gonna practice properly? God damn it. He crawled out from his hiding spot. Stupid fucking sinkhole. He stormed over to it.

“Stupid piece of shit…,” Coach Thompson stomped a piece of dirt into the pit.

One moment he stood on his two feet, the next he slid ass first into the hole. The muscle’s of his lower back twinged mercilessly. God, he was getting too old for shit like this. He leaned up to rub his back. The dirt walls grumbled.

“What—”

The hole buckled inwards. Thompson lunged into an unstable standing position. His upper body remained hunched over. He clawed desperately at the walls. The dirt didn’t allow him to climb. The space around him continued to shrink. Thompson’s fingers gripped around the mouth of the hole. As he went to pull himself up and out, teeth dug themself into his calf. He screamed.

His blood muddied the dirt. The hole clamped down around his waist. The teeth crawled higher. His fingers slipped and he screamed again. No one heard it.

The dirt settled. Sprouts of grass pushed up through the bald spot in the field. Soon, they covered the dirt. Like there never was a hole at all.

…

Kyle rested his head against the tree. He rubbed his scalp across the bark. Back and forth.

“Yo, Houston to Space Cadet. Do you copy?”

Bleary, pink eyes peeked from heavy lids. Jay stood in front of him. Kyle smiled.

“Huh?”

“Me and Tim”—Jay jerked his thumb behind him—“are gonna look for shrooms or whatever. Tim said saw some growin’ outta some cow patties.” Jay wrinkled his nose and twisted his lips.

As if sensing his doubt, Tim popped out from behind a rock. “I’m serious, dude! I saw it with my own eyes!”

Jay mumbled something that sounded a lot like this guy, man. This fuckin��� guy.

“Anyway, I’m gonna see it for myself. You good if we leave you here? You don’t look like you can stand, man.”

Kyle hummed and gave Jay a lazy thumbs up.

“Alright. We shouldn’t be gone too long. We’re just goin’ down to the troughs.”

The pair walked off. Kyle continued lulling his head against the tree. His lids stepped lower and lower down his eyes.

…

Kyle’s neck hurt. He unglued his eyes and righted himself from his awkward, cramped position. The sun hung low. How long did he sleep? Smacking his chapped lips, he licked around his cotton stuffed mouth. Where were Jay and Tim? He stood and dusted off his long shorts. Down by the troughs, right.

He stumbled up then down a large hill. The troughs were just that. A few troughs along a barbed wire fence that separated public from private. A farmer’s cows would roam free during the warmer months.

Kyle expertly avoided a sea of old and new cow patties. No sign of Jay and Tim. He twirled around slowly.

His hands cupped around his mouth. “JAAAAAAAYYYYY!!! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMM!!!”

Only the birds and the wind answered him. He moved his hands to shield his eyes from the sun. Wait. There’s something over by the stump. He tip-toed over to it. Just a hole. Maybe he just missed them?

Kyle started his trek up the hill again. At the top, he doubled over and clutched his knees. The back of his neck prickled. Dirt clouded up with how fast he spun around. His hand clasped the back of his neck. Two or three yards out was a hole. The same exact one from the troughs. He knew this because he’d never seen a hole shaped like a perfect circle before.

His stomach squirmed. Sweat broke out on his brow. His hands and feet tingled. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to run. He bolted through the trees.

His feet tripped and stumbled until he inevitably toppled down the hill. Dirt and leaves flooded his mouth. Gross. Shooting up, he looked behind him. No hole, just hill. Kyle laughed at himself. Jesus, weed made him so paranoid sometimes.

He took a step forward. His feet hit nothing but air. Wind brushed through his hair as his hat flew up and he dropped. He had fallen into a pit.

…

“You’ve got to help me, Fenton. Please,” Wes begged.

His eyes were puffy and his nose dripped. Everyone had heard about Kyle and his friends disappearing in the woods two weeks ago. All the police could find of them was Kyle’s bloody cap.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’m not gonna help you talk to your dead brother for multiple reasons. Firstly, he might not even—”

Wes shook his head. “He’s not a ghost. I can feel it. Even if he was, I don’t think I—”

He choked up. Taking a deep sigh through his stuffy nose, he pushed forward.

“It’s not what I would want. No, I need your help taking down the…the thing that murdered him.”

“Thing?” Danny raised a brow. “Not a person?”

“It’s not a person. It’s not a ghost either.” Wes scanned the area around them. Nobody in the hall paid them any mind. “You want to know what I think?”

Danny closed his locker door and leaned close.

“I think it’s that weird hole.”

“From the football field? It’s not even there anymore,” Danny replied skeptically.

“Exactly! The hole refuses to get filled in, but suddenly it’s gone? After Coach Thompson disappeared?”

“I thought he ran out on his wife.”

“Maybe he would to his wife, but not to the football team. Not this far in the season.”

Good point.

“But a hole that can move around and, what, kills people?” He’d laugh if Wes didn’t look so miserable.

Wes gave him a plain look. “Danny, we live in Amity Park. Not only that, but you”—his gaze grew pointed—“would know better than anyone else the kind of weird shit that goes on here.”

Another good point.

“Okay, I’ll help. Let me get Sam and Tucker.”

…

Someone followed her.

Paulina’s eye twitched. It wouldn’t be the first time a boy followed her home. She picked up the pace slightly.

‘Walk, don’t run. Walk, don’t run,’ She reminded herself. ‘Not yet.’

Trying for casual, she brushed her hair away from her face and glanced over her shoulder. The sidewalk behind her held no one. This was somehow worse.

Her lungs crumpled a bit more. Two inhales in through the nose. One exhale out the mouth. She risked another glance. No one still. Eyes dug into her skin. The only thing of note was the hole in front of Ms. Chachki’s house. Odd. Her lawn was her pride and joy.

The football field popped into her mind. This spurred her to run. Paulina didn’t understand it completely. Only that her body begged her. ‘Away, away, away.’ Quiet rumbling followed.

‘Don’t be a bimbo in a horror movie. Don’t be a bimbo in a horror movie. Don’t be—’

Paulina gave into the urge. The Hole remained behind her. She darted across the road. The Hole appeared in the yard in front of her. She halted at the curb. A lightbulb clicked on in her head. She moved to run down the center of the road. Predictably, it followed her. But didn’t get closer.

‘Couldn’t get closer,’ she corrected.

She riskily dodged oncoming cars, all of which honked at her. It didn’t matter. She’d rather get hit by a truck than suffer whatever that thing had in mind for her. Her body slammed its whole weight into her home’s front door.

“Mama! Mama! Mom, please,” she screamed desperately.

Tears poured over her lids. She didn’t need to look this time. The Hole waited in her yard.

Paulina collapsed forward as the door gave way. She took her mom to the floor with her.

“Close the door! Close it,” Paulina shrieked as she scrambled to do just that.

The door got closed and locked with the womens’ combined, frantic effort. Paulina’s mom scooped her into her embrace. She stroked her thick hair.

“Polly, baby, what’s wrong?”

Paulina bawled into the crook of her neck. Over her mother’s shoulder, she could see The Hole in the backyard.

…

“What do you mean you can’t leave your house?”

Danny glanced over to Dash who paced the parking lot. His hand clenched his phone tightly to his ear. School had let out for lunch a few minutes ago. Jazz and him were going to go to Nasty Burger to celebrate his once-in-a-blue-moon A he got on his math test. Jazz just needed to get a book from the library before they left. 

“It’s been three days, Paulina,” Dash argued. “Stay home long enough and you’ll get a truancy officer knocking on your door.”

A pause.

“What do you mean from the football field?”

Danny’s ears perked up.

“Then I’ll come over.”

Even from where he stood, he could hear Paulina’s frantic protest.

“Fine, fine! I won’t come over,” Dash assured. “But… keep us posted, okay? I don’t like the radio silence.”

They exchanged goodbyes with Dash looking dejected. Danny watched him go back inside the school. After a week of deadends, he could finally tell Wes something substantial. He just needs to talk to Paulina first.

…

Paulina curled herself tighter in her chair on top of her bed. Just like she had been for the last few days. 

‘Don’t touch the ground. Don’t touch the ground…’

A tap at the window. She moaned into her knees.

“No… no… no….”

“Paulina? Can I come in?”

She peeked up to see Ghost Boy. She nodded. Phantom slipped through her locked window. He settled into a seated float next to her.

“Hey, I’m here to help. I’m gonna need to ask you a few questions. Think you can answer them for me?”

She nodded again.

“So, this is gonna sound really stupid, but has a hole been—”

“Yes,” she interjected immediately.

Phantom blinked owlishly before tapping his chin with his fingers.

“Alright. Is there anything you can tell me about it?”

She played with a loose thread of her hot pink pajama pants. 

“It’s the same one from the football field.”

His silence prompted her further.

“Oh! It can’t get on. And—and it can’t come into the road. Only the grass and dirt.”

Phantom furrowed his brow thoughtfully.

“Thank you, Paulina.” He clasped her hands in his. “I’ll take care of it. I won’t let it hurt you.”

She lunged and pulled him into a vice of a hug.

“Thank you, thank you,” she bawled.

…

“So, it’s in her yard?” Wes pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

“Wes is convinced this isn’t ghost related. If that’s true, how are we going to get rid of it,” Sam asked.

“Where does something like that even come from?” Tucker chewed his thumbnail.

“It’s got to be at least a little sentient, right?” Jazz turned towards Danny. “It followed her after all.”

Danny waved his arms out in front of him. “Everybody slow your roll! I’ve told you everything I know.”

Wes clicked his pen over and over from where he sat perched at Danny’s desk. “We  need a closer look. We need… bait.”

“I’m not about to use Pauli—”

He waved Danny off. “No, not her. I was thinking me, actually.”

“We can’t do that to you,” Jazz said empathetically. “After what happened to your brother…”

“It’s because of my brother that I need to do this. Besides, Danny can just fly me above it.”

Danny sputtered. “I can’t—I’m not Phantom!”

Wes glared at him. “Are you serious right now? There’s not a chance in hell Paulina spilled her guts to Fenton. I’m putting exposing you on hold. This is more important and crazier than a living dead boy.”

Sam’s face glitched. “There’s no way that was an intentional reference.”

“Focus, people! Bloodthirsty hole in the ground, remember?” Tucker threw his hands up. “Danny floats Wes above this thing. What do we do?” 

“Draw it away from Paulina’s. Somewhere you guys can stand on concrete.” Danny scowled at Wes. “We don’t have to use anyone as bait.”

Jazz lit up. “Oh! We can just get some blood from the butcher’s to lure it out.”

Sam grumbled disdainfully.

“Would you rather use a living person or an already dead animal,” Tucker argued.

She rolled her eyes. “We have bait, but where do we go? And when should we?”

Danny tapped his chin. “Dusk, probably. We’ll be able to see it and less people will be around. As for where…”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a gas station by Paulina’s. It closes at five and has a decent sized parking lot,” Wes added. 

Tucker rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. “That’s great and all, but how the hell do we stop a people-eating hole? They couldn’t just fill it.”

“I’ve got it!” Sam clapped her hands. “It’s likely not ghost related, right? It could be averse to ectoplasm. So, we fill it with an ectoplasm fertilizer!”

“If it needs blood to sustain itself then ectoplasm could be just the thing to stop it.” Jazz grinned.

Danny returned the smile. “Then it’s settled! Sam and Tuck, you’re on fertilizer. Jazz, you’re on blood duty. Me and Wes will iron out the route. Let’s do this!”

…

Wes had never been this high up before. Danny and him invisibly hovered six feet above The Hole. He could see the other three on the sidewalk with the blood ready. He clutched the fertilizer tighter to his chest. Paulina’s curtains shifted, but didn’t open.

Jazz experimentally tipped her bucket towards the grass, The movement was instantaneous. It disappeared in a blink and reappeared by the sidewalk. The three jumped further away from the grass. The game was on.

Danny kept him above The Hole just in case he needed to do an emergency deposit of the fertilizer. The trio did a great job of keeping a safe distance while alternating spilling blood. Of course when Wes began to feel confident, everything went to shit.

A few yards away from the parking lot, Tucker trips. His bucket spilled the rest of the blood into the grass and over the sidewalk. Maybe they don’t need it anymore? Sam experimentally moved forward. It followed. Perfect, right? Except for the fact it only followed so far before drifting further away to whatever poor sod it could sense on the grass. Or back to Paulina’s. Fuck!

Wes had deep down expected something like this to happen. He shifted the fertilizer to one arm and used his now-free hand to pull the small paring knife from his pocket. Before Danny could notice or stop him, he drew it shallowly across his shin. He heard somewhere that your shin bleeds a lot. Like a head wound. Blood ran rapidly down his leg. He curled his legs up so the blood wouldn’t be absorbed by his sock. 

“Wes! God damnit,” Danny shouted as Wes’ blood finally hit the ground.

That caught The Hole’s attention.

“Lower!” Wes wriggled. “C’mon, lower, Danny, lower!”

Danny huffed through his nose and compiled. The Hole was once again hot on their trail. Wes made a few more small cuts on his shin. Just a little further. The parking lot entered his sight! Wes prepped to spill the fertilizer into it.

BAM!

The world tilted. Wes shrieked as the ground engulfed his vision. His face hurt. His wrist felt funny where it was crushed under his body. Dirt filled his mouth. Dirt. Wes scrambled to sit and almost collapsed again as his wrist gave. Above him, Danny intensely battled against the one ghost in the mech suit. In front of him, The Hole approached.

“WES,” Jazz screamed.

The three of them bolted towards him. Not fast enough. Wes managed to crab-crawl his upper body onto the asphalt when The Hole swallowed his bleeding leg.

It felt like his leg had been stuffed into a blender. The scream that ripped through him shocked his skull. He clawed away the best he could. Hands and nails tore across riven rock. It meant nothing. It sucked him closer, eating up more of his leg.

Two hands on each arm tugged him. His shoulder sockets seared with pain. Jazz snatched up the fertilizer bag. Sweat dripped down her brow as she lurched to dump it in The Hole. As it got stuffed, its consumption slowed. Sam and Tucker finally pried him free. It had been filled and no more movement came from it.

Wes bawled as he looked down. His leg was a wet, mangled mess and he couldn’t see his foot at all. Things were getting cold.

Is this how Kyle felt? At the end? Did he think of Wes in his final moments? Like Wes was thinking of him?

The last thing he heard before it all went dark was Danny (?) telling him “sorry! This is going to hurt so fucking much.” Cold so intense it burned his skin. Then nothing.

…

Wes swallowed against the stale in his mouth. Light above pierced his still closed lids.

“Guys! I think he’s waking up!”

Wes lifted his cement head on his twiggy neck. The whole group stared back at him. They wouldn’t come closer. That much was obvious. Why?

“How much do you remember,” Danny asked nervously.

It hit him suddenly. His hands (one heavier and clumsier than the other) reached towards his leg. They landed on his stump. Right. Anxious gazes chafed against his skin. He couldn’t tell you what he was feeling. His body seemed airy and distant.

“Right,” he murmured.

Jazz braved the distance and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m so sorry. It’s over now, I promise.” Her fingers stroked his hair.

Wet heat slid down his face. He wept into her shoulder. Three more sets of arms encompassed him. He cried harder.

…

Wes used all his strength to propel himself further on his crutches.

“Ha! Even down a leg I’m faster than you!”

Tucker panted miserably behind him.

“You’re really going to do this to the guy carrying your books!?”

Wes cackled. He mercifully stopped at the front of the school where Sam and Danny waited on the stairs. They greeted each other. Tucker plopped down next to them. 

“I hated every fucking second of that,” Tucker wheezed.

“And I loved every second.” Wes carefully shifted himself into a seat.

Sam handed him a stack of notes. “Here’s everything you missed.”

“Thanks.”

This was… nice. Extremely nice. Danny wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

[puppetmaster13u]

SO

Before my laptop broke I worked a little bit on the Dies Irae au, this one, where Jason slowly amasses the de-aged liminal (now-even-more-ecto-contaminated) class.

SO, I have a question. Would anyone be interested in a writing WIP?

EDIT: It's Here

[skellyuniverse]

Here you go, you gremlin /j @icilarastudios

I really like such over the eyes, fluffy hairstyle. And it fit such a guy heh. First time drawing a CCC member, besides that one art of Timmy Stone.

[theknucklehead]

Jack Driscoll the first mate played by Bruce Cabot from the original 1933 King Kong

Was seperated into 3 different characters in the Peter Jackson remake.

Jack Driscoll the writer played by Adrien Brody

Mr. Hayes the first mate played by Evan Parke

And Bruce Baxter the actor played by Kyle Chandler who acts and recites Bruce Cabot's dialogue from the original film.

[kursed-curtain]

Blasts yall with sillies

Requests for @icilarastudios , @zerguette , and @nervedpowderkeg !

Assorted OC doodles + Darius Johnsonite redesign (idk I... Flipped the top hat on his bow tie upside down cuz that's what I do with the ranks below Elite)

& some stuff with @androidcharles !

[kristencsummerlin]

More Nicktoons uniforms!

Wes Weston: Orange and White

The community created character. Don't know him trust me Tumblr has hours of content to teach you. In short, he knows Danny is Phantom and wants to prove it but no one believes him.

Kyle Weston: Dark Blue and Orange

Another community created character. In short he believes that the ghosts aren't real. Just actors trying to boost the city's popularity.

Princess Dorathea: Dark Green and Slime Green

Okay so whoever has her necklace gets the power of a dragon but you get her short temper. So because the owner of her necklace at the time is going to high school. She's dressed up for the part.

Unnamed girl with braces: Orange and light Blue

She's a background character but I figured it would be fun to use her as Dorathea's necklace host. I was gonna use Star at first but I figured a separate character would be better.

Spoiler Warning

Dan Phantom: Black and Blue

I don't know if the clone he takes over is a young teenager or not. I like to think he does so I made him a uniform.

Valerie Gray: Red and Orange

The ghost fighter and ex of Danny's.

Jazz Fenton: Orange and Teal

Danny's older sister.

Dash Baxter: Red and Blue

The jock bully of Danny's.

Elliot: Black and Blue

Sam's ex-boyfriend.

Kwan: Blue and Brown

Dash's best friend and fellow jock.

[thsc-scattered-stars]

Poor Tanis. I hope he’ll be able to escape. He doesn’t deserve being locked up like that.

Scattered Stars and Toppats - SSaT - Page 155

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[1st-lil-poet]

{𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲}

[TW: Murder & Blood]

[ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨 belongs to @bluetorchsky and 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 belongs to @thesoulesscollection !

[𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲, and 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚 belong to me!]

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✝️[Bobby Angels: Deceased/FALSE]

🥀[Veronica Angels: Alive/TRUE]

🌹[Maddie Angels: Alive/TRUE]

📷[Deadname|Al Kohaul Angels:Alive/TRUE]

🩹[Kyle Baxter Angels: Alive/TRUE]

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The Runner & Angels Families are known for their knowledge of many different types of magic for generations.Rumor has spread that they are quite religious, yet know some demonic rituals… Let’s talk about family members! :D

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Al Kohaul: The middle child of the family. Al is a shy, closeted transgender man who has a great eye for photography! (He’s the child in the blue dress.) He’s has the ability to see other people’s dreams, memories and past. He has been forced to join more “Lady like” clubs by his mother… but ends up hiding in the shadows every time. Speaking of which, he loves the dark as it reminds him of the night sky. He’s a bit photogenic despite his love for taking pictures. Al has mixed match eyes and often covers it up with his hair. His powers does have some downsides like if he overuses it, you might see him coughing up blood or worse, having a seizure…

Kyle Baxter: Is proudly the oldest! He’s immune to pain and often got himself hurt as a child. (He’s the kid in the red shirt and bandages.) He pretends to be weak and cowardly, but is quite strong and capable to fight 10 people at once! He is quite protective of his siblings and cousins, so if there is chaos happening because of his siblings doing, Kyle finds a way to keep it unseen. He can hear other people heartbeats, track people down just by smelling their blood, and climb up walls and buildings! The only downside is… he can get EXTREMELY hungry and when he’s hungry, HE HUNTS.

Maddie Angels: She’s the youngest of the three. She has a passion for fashion and has a side business making clothes. Maddie is currently working for Honey and might be her favorite employee. She LOVES to skatebroad! She’s albino but, yet people mistakes her for being white most times, it happens so many times that she just gave up and accepts it. (She's the little girl in pink) We know about Heartbreaker, but want to know about her skills? She has sonic scream, super speed and can shape shift. The downside is if she stays in the form for too long, she’ll feel VERY nauseous and lightheaded. She hates her mom for killing her dad, to make it worse, her mother's reason was “Your daddy had a demon in him, so mommy had to crave it out.” Now, she’s is happily adopted by Calypso! 

Bobby Angels: INFORMATION REDACTED.

Veronica Angels: Mother of the three. Paranoid about everything and everyone… She can see people sins, demons and desires. She often forgets to take her medication due to overworking herself. One day, she forgets to take them and fighting with Bobby, it sadly ended with killing her husband. Veronica is currently in a mental hospital, regretting what she’s done. If you try to speak to her, all you’ll hear will be, “I'm sorry, my babies. I don’t mean it…”

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EDIT: Sorry, if I made this dark!!!!

[theodorethechipmunksworld]

i’ve been too obsessed with these songs like i’ll listen to them on repeat for 30 min straight no breaks kyle and andy cooked a lil on this one