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glowingsand · 3 months ago
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gojo’s notes to friends and family :’)
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tom4jc · 1 year ago
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November 11, 2023 Verse Of The Day
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notyourmusebby · 11 months ago
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Helmut Marko: “the atmosphere was quite toxic”
The atmosphere:
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ditzytwinks · 11 months ago
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phil is honestly great representation for smart people who can’t speak
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puppetmaster13u · 9 months ago
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Prompt 239
Y'know what I think would be hilarious for a DP and PJO crossover? Percy & co finally getting to Kronos, straight up ready for anything after they pass through magic and portal of green and-
There's the smell of cookies. Freshly baked cookies, a warm oven, something about it reminding them of home in this strange place of floating gears and ticking clocks.
And there's a long, serpentine tail twisting through the gears, twisting up and down and across in a size that could hides yet reveals just how large this entity is. There's power soaking into every inch of this place, every centimeter nearly sending lightning up their legs with each step.
The ticking is getting stronger, a distant gonging of the hour echoing through a place that should feel cold and empty like the ringing of bells in the end of times.
And suddenly there's a kid- a teen like them, human yet not- with a cookie half in their mouth and hair flickering like the cosmos as they peer down from above them with a frown, eyes brighter than the sun yet darker than the moon.
"Oh great, what did my half-siblings do this Time?"
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iwuvcofi · 2 years ago
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Season of Neighborhood
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Deep in the rain forest, there’s a small village with not many spirits lived. They lived with peacefully, with the light from these little creatures, a butterfly, jelly fish and manta, the village always full with dreams and loves.
Someone can only hope that it's true..
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Hello! Yeah, you! who’s reading!
Meet the AU of light! Or we can call this AU as "Season of neighborhood"
Sky children of the light x Welcome home
!Let’s meet The Spirits!
Wally Darling: Say Hello to him!
Sally Starlet: Say Hello to her!
Frank Frankly: Say Hello to him!
Poppy Partridge: Say Hello to her!
Howdy Pillar: Say Hello to him!
Barnaby B. Beagle: Say Hello to him!
Eddie Dear: Say Hello to him!
Julie Joyful: Say Hello to her!
Thanks for reading until this line! I’m just happy to say it’s mean a lot to me to make something like this happend! I hope you’ll like it!
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P.S. This AU might be inappropriate content such as Blood, Violence and some of contents that might make you feel uncomfortable. GOOD LUCK
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potato-lord-but-not · 1 month ago
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HI! sorry it took me 7 years and one unforgiving winter to respond lord of the potatoes please accept these funky mikonez noels as apology (cowboy noel because. hot. (i have nothing to say for myself))
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APOLOGY ACCEPTED HELLO SAILOR 🗣️🗣️
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byfulcrums · 11 months ago
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Apollo calling people "my dear" is the best thing that's ever happened in PJO
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mao22716 · 4 months ago
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capybara in hot spring..... in sky..... 😍😍
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starry-bi-sky · 5 months ago
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DPXDC Idea: Mother of Monsters Dan(yal)
Specifically Fem!Dan because I made this in mind with my Fem Danyal Au bUT. The best part about Dan is that I get to play dress up with her, and Fem Dark Dany is gonna go by Layal (pronounced lae-el) because it means "the nights" and it sounds similar to Danyal, and I think she'd choose that name to mock Dany. ANYWAYS
Mother of Monsters Danyal. She may be evil but she's an Al Ghul at her core (even with vlad's soul merged with hers - however, considering that Layal looks and sounds like Dany, she considers that soul to be the more dominant one.) and loves animals. And she might be heartless, but she adores the monsters of the infinite realms.
Mother of Monsters Layal who hates everyone but utterly dotes and adores on every manner of beast she comes across. Stealing the eggs and infant young beasts of the Infinite Realms to raise as her own because she wanted them. Her own island full of monsters, a monstrous menagerie of her own. She steals most often from poachers or exotic pet keepers and other menageries -- the full grown beasties can keep their young.
And with every monster she raises, she can shapeshift their features onto herself, allowing her to change her shape from humanish to any matter of monster or hybrid creature. She calls herself their mother, and them her children. Her precious little babies, capable of incredible mass destruction and mayhem.
From little griffins the size of kittens, to stymphalian vulture chicks, and leviathan young hatching from eggs the size of her pinkie, to creatures native of the ghost zone that didn't even have names in the living realm. There really wasn't a limit to what or who she would take in and she didn't limit herself to any form of mythology. If they were beasts and they were unwanted, she wanted them. And as such, amassed her own mini army of "children" willing to listen to her any command.
Earth doesn't know what hit it when she attacks them.
There are many monstrous forms she could take on, the first one I've thought of is a combination of various serpentine/reptilian features. The body of a naga -- her lower half long and serpentine, her upper still human -- with spiked fins connecting from the bottom of her arms to her sides, ever seen Sinbad where Eris goes "you might have seen my likeness on the temple walls" and her arms do that fin thingy? Same concept. Her hands are webbed and taloned, perfect for slicing through the skin of the living, and her teeth are needle-sharp and shark like. Her hair can either be spiny and feathery-like like the spines of a lionfish, or frilled like a frilled-neck lizard. It's perfect for dealing and doting on her reptilian and amphibian-inclined darlings.
I'm more of a fan of aus where Dan is a sibling of Danny's rather than their kid, so Layal's redemption(..?? probation?) proceeds with her legally becoming Danyal's "twin" sister, who had been lost to the foster system before the Fentons adopted Dany, and was only recently reunited with her. The two of them look so alike that the lie is easy to take root and spread.
Layal is very indignant to the fact that she's now ten years in the past and has to restart her menagerie all over again. Do you know how much blood and sweat went into raising those children? How dare you separate them from their mummy. Although she'll admit she does miss their juvenile years, so she won't mind (too much) needing to raising them again. Dany is helping her retrieve all of them though, dammit.
long story short: epic the musical's "Scylla" has a CHOKEHOLD on me and this is the result of it
Unlike her Dan counterpart, Layal's voice is dancing and sirenic. It's purposely alluring and motherly, in order to lure people into a false sense of security until she feeds them to her "children." Echidna doesn't have shit on her. She almost seems friendly and reasonable, until you get too close and realize it was all an act and she drops it to metaphorically swallow you whole. She's like an anglerfish that way. She and Dany both sound like Scylla from Epic.
#mother of monsters danny#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc au#dpxdc prompt#fem danny fenton#fem danyal al ghul#danyal al ghul#dany helps laya find one(1) beastie and instantly falls in love. laya does not need to convince her to come help her rob other ghosts blind#of their exotic “pets” or animals or whatever the reason they have beasts that they shouldn't for. she'll volunteer willingly its a trait#that they share. laya knows that raising her babies will be difficult now that she has to g back to *school* but dammit se's not leaving#them in the hands of the people she found them in. those are HER children fuck you.#Layal is the one to reveal to Damian that his older sister is alive and it was on purpose. It was to send him on a wild goose chase looking#for Dany in order to be around to save her from becoming Layal.#'Tragic. Terribly tragic; your dear sister had her soul ripped from her body and merged with another. What was left of her...'#'well. i put out of its misery.' she's very cloying towards damian and this is on purpose because she thinks its funny to get under his ski#goes out of her way to only ever refer to him as 'little brother' but if she can't she'll call him sickeningly sweet nicknames.#this happens about oooo midway 'redemption'? Where Laya is actually rather fond of Dany and is starting to consider her as a sister#as well. and she likes Ali. Laya herself is still rather unsympathetic to the world around her. only acts on a kindness for 'her people'#her people includes Dany which is why she even actually told Damian that Dany was alive and gave him an incentive to look for her#because she saw DAny mourning another lost birthday for her little brother and decided to go 'aw fuck who gave me feelings' and decided to#make it everyones problem.#starry rambles
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I'm going to force you to play the joke FNAF dating sim my friend and I are making
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itsabouttimex2 · 10 days ago
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Could you write something for shadowpeach with yandere wukong? Maybe it takes place right after wukong sees macaque for the first time since he killed him or maybe it takes place during season 4 when wukong gets trapped inside the scroll and sees their relationship before he killed macaque and once he gets out of the scroll he got full on yandere? :3
(Hai, im rlly sorry. i just realized i sent this originally when your inbox was closed. im super sorry😭)
(Hey, no big deal! It’s sweet that you remembered your request!)
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Lost and Found
“…you hurt a lot of people,” the Great Sage starts, plucking at the hair around his wrists, “and you don’t even feel bad, huh?”
“I’ve got nothing to feel bad for,” returns his rival, rolling a drupe pit between his palms- a remnant of the peaches that Sun Wukong so adores. “None of this was my fault.”
It’s hard to tell whether or not Macaque is being sincere right now- he’s more guarded now than ever before, even as rays of sunlight spill softly across his pitch-black fur and his stomach fills with sweet fruit.
He’s like shattered obsidian, inky blackness casting rainbows in the glinting light.
“Bud, you made a deal with the literal most powerful demon in the world, and didn’t even try to-
“Keep this up,” cuts in the umbrakinetic, “and I’m gonna leave.”
Wukong springs to his feet suddenly, crushing a few pink-white petals under his reckless soles, squashed into mangled clumps of cellulose under the reckless monkey- then crushes a few dozen more as he charges to Macaque and slings himself over the startled simian.
“No, no, no! Bud, you said we would-“
“Get off me! Dammit, I’m not some kind of toy!”
“No! Lay down and listen to me!”
Macaque struggles under Wukong’s iron grip, his claws digging into golden arms as the tension between them crackles like static. The multi-eared monkey snarls, his claws scraping at Wukong’s clothes and fur, but the Great Sage’s skin is long hardened by fire and trial- it remains unblemished.
“Listen,” Wukong huffs, his voice trembling somewhere between desperation and long-baked sorrow. “You can’t just walk away every time someone calls you out! That’s not how this works, Mac! That’s not how we work!”
Macaque’s pupils narrow to slits, his breath heavy as he glares into Wukong’s golden eyes. The sunlight dances on them, warm and radiant. “You think- you think a little chat will make ‘us’ work? ‘Us’ never worked!”
“It can! We can make this work, if you would just try!”
Macaque stills, his claws frozen mid-scratch against Wukong’s wrist. The afternoon sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, casting fractured patterns across their fur. For a moment, the only sound is the wind rustling the petals around them.
He gives, eventually. The sable simian huffs and deflates under his old mate’s grip, going slack against the meadow’s grass.
There’s a moment where Macaque leans in, ruffled black fur thrown askew with effort and sweat, still flecked with debris from the Lady Bone Demon’s final push for utter “perfection”.
He’s tired, worn, spent from battle and spent from a lifetime of old regrets circling his heart.
But he’s still Macaque.
“…not in a thousand years, Wukong.”
Even though the rejection is tempered, the king wilts under it, golden fur dimming under the weight of his mate’s refusal.
“Mac... you can’t just-“
“I can. I make my own choices now, Wukong,” the darker monkey snaps, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp canines- a threat, if the matter is pushed.
...but the king just can’t let this go. Not after centuries spent waiting and wanting.
“...there’s no one else who can protect you.”
A harsh snort comes from Macaque’s creased snout, the unpleasant sound smoothing into chuckles.
“From what, O’ Great Sage? What do I need to protected from?”
“The Celestial Realm, bud. You think they haven’t already figured out who you threw your lot in with? That you made a deal with the Lady Bone Demon?”
A pause, sharp and stiff- he’s hit a nerve.
“...they wouldn’t. Not after I helped defeat her. Not after I put my life on the line,” he almost pleads, as though the court could hear his defenses. “They wouldn’t.”
“After what they did to me? You’re not off the menu, bud- you never are. Not after you’ve wronged the Celestial Court.”
There’s a dread rush of panic that starts to race through Macaque’s cold veins, an icy chill radiating slowly through his skin.
“They wouldn’t.”
Right after he says it, Wukong signs and rolls off of Macaque, offering a hand to help him up.
“They never let go, bud. The moment we sieged their home, there was no way they’d ever stop looking for a way to ‘repay’ us.”
His old rival sits up with panic in his shrouded eyes, slapping away Wukong’s hand.
“No,” he snaps, bolting upright under a shower of plink petals. “You’re right. They won’t. Which means I-“
“You’re leaving,” the king sighs. “You’re running away, again. You’re gonna leave me, just like every one always does.”
Macaque pulls his face into a nasty sneer, dark and creased. “You don’t get to try and pull me into some little pity part, Monkey King. Not after you put me in the ground.”
To his surprise, one of Wukong’s golden eyes twitch, lit with a sudden anger.
“You know what? No. No, you aren’t going anywhere,” the monkey snaps, snaring one of Macaque’s wrists in his hand. “Not until you’ve actually started to change. You spent five centuries down in the underworld and don’t even start to think “Hey, maybe there’s a reason I ended up down here?!” Not even for a second, Macaque?!”
The umbrakinetic pulls back a little, eyes wide with surprise at having his usual shit-slinging slung back at him.
“That’s not- shut your damn mouth. I don’t deserve to be yelled at, and-“
“Did I “deserve” to be alone under a mountain for five hundred years after one fight? Did I “deserve” to be abandoned while I was fighting the Jade Emperor? Did I “deserve” to be collared by the Celestial Realm while you got to run around wreaking havoc?”
Things are going wrong, Macaque faintly realizes. He’s not usually the one get reamed out for centuries old mistakes, a dynamic he was quite fond of- Wukong takes all the blame, and he slinks off to hide in the shadows. That’s what he likes.
And he realizes more and more with each passing second that things are going further south- especially when he see the way that Wukong’s hand dips into his pocket.
From it, he procures a gleaming circlet.
No. No. No.
It’s wound with the image of branching vines and flowers, a step up from Wukong’s own in term of design- perhaps someone had grown bored with it
The golden hoop exudes a warm, almost soothing aura- it’d be calming if Macaque didn’t know what it could do.
But he knows almost everything about it. He knows how it works. He knows who made it.
Guanyin.
She had been like a mother to the Monkey King during his short stay in the Celestial Realm, one of the very few gods that he thought of fondly- and one of the even fewer who looked on him fondly in turn.
“My dear Monkey,” she had cooed to the intruding demon, both her warm hands cusping his furry cheeks, “what have you come for today?”
“Guanyin, I… I found my old mate,” he admitted to her, his palms nervously clasping over her own. “And I don’t know what to do. I want him back, but...”
“Oh, my little pilgrim... you wish to reunite with... wasn’t his name Macaque, then? Well, if you do desire this... shadowy little imp... I will lend you my aid.”
Her head had dipped forehead, lips gentle on his forehead, a blessing born of warmth and love- a blue sigil etches across the skin-warmed spot, riding the king good luck and protection. “Anything for you, my dear Monkey. Take my blessings, and take this... this circlet. I trust that you will do good with them.
But Macaque hadn’t know that.
That Wukong had a plan all along, that it was backed up by an adoring goddess of mercy, that he had a damned tightening fillet from the start and was never above using it-
All he knows at this moment, frozen in place form shock- is the tightness around his forehead as Wukong snaps the hoop into place.
“We can still fix this, Moonbeam. I’m not losing you again.”
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adh-d2 · 6 months ago
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Mandalorian culture is built on two principles:
Any child is a potential Foundling. It doesnt matter where they come from, what they look like, or who they are. Every Foundling is a True Mandalorian.
Any adult Mandalorian who is different from you in the slightest imperceptible way is not a True Mandalorian.
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whatareyoureallyafraidof · 2 months ago
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But, hey; as long as your Dear Leader is safe.
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limboni · 10 months ago
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✨The first steps, the first friends✨
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I really liked making it! But I feel if I'm to continue it, I either need to change how I am doing or I don't know... It took me a month per page, and it is ignoring a great blank where I wasn't drawing it..
But I like sky:cotl! I would like to do more fanart!
P.s. I will add the alt text a bit later I did it :D
(also have different kinda overall shading variants, but I liked this one a bit more)
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missathlete31 · 7 months ago
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GLEN 🔥🔥
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