#au: cascade

[somerandomdudelmao]

Hi, will Cascade the actor have any other comics or refsheets or will he just be chilling, or of curiosity?

Oh my god for a second I was like…..who?? I totally forgot about this fucker

I don’t really know. But! I have some old Cascade sketches I didn’t post :D

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

SOME ART OF PEPPERBELLE FROM TEACUP CASCADE!!

This is pepperbelle, pepperman in noisette's role!!

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

The problem with big fandoms (using "problem" in a very loose sense here) is that it's really hard to stumble across the weird niche undertagged stuff when its being buried in five million coffee shop/royalty/high school/soulmate aus. If there are 150 works in the tag total you can look through very quickly and find anything that appeals to you. When there are over a million it is much harder to do that.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Was listening to music last night and thought of some songs that could (possibly) fit laughingstock! the ones that came to mind were "Everybody loves somebody" by Dean Martin, "I've got a feeling I'm falling" by Annette Hanshaw and "I wanna be loved by you" by Marilyn Monroe (pretty random? yes) I was wondering your opinion about them and what songs do you think would fit them! :)

stunning wonderful i can Especially dig the second one in relation to them - i can very much see Howdy singing it to himself!

[yourfavoritecascade]

some doodles to warm up

Some more abt y I’ve been so absent in terms of original work under cut (a solid bit is directed towards the rw fandom btw):

Ok so I didn’t plan it but I didn’t want to come back fully too soon.

I genuinely just didn’t feel like doing or drawing much starting a few months ago so I kinda fell off the face of the earth art wise. I still liked drawing ofc I just didn’t feel like posting original stuff all that much.

After about a month of just hanging around on and offline I became aware of all the drama and hostility in the fandom and it did not make me very eager to come back right away honestly 

I don’t consider myself a very big creator and I never really have, but seeing & hearing about how some other content creators were being treated did not make me feel great and I honestly felt a little nervous to begin posting again. I’m back now with a bit more motivation and time to chill and post my own stuff, but I’m saying now: I will not hesitate to leave again if the rw fandom especially starts going to shit again.

I’m rlly hoping we’re good for now, obviously some form of drama is unavoidable but it’s felt very extreme recently (actually scratch that it’s always felt pretty extreme for the fanbase imo) and all I want is a place to post my own stuff and observe others.

That’s the basics, along w/ some other real life stuff that really just needed a break to treat for the most part. Anyways, hoping to get back into posting my own cool stuff soon, but after seeing all this over the past year now (and then some holy shit), I will not stay if things get worse again. 

[luigigirl12]

an art trade with @noisettesgfandwifenojoke

[abbysbookbag]

Okay one of my friends over on IG and I have been brainstorming a Team Ambit coffeeshop AU and she wrote the first chapter of it so I had to share (after getting permission of course)! (There will be more chapters, we had too many ideas to throw around haha)

Can we be considered an officially established fandom now?? I feel like all the established fandoms have coffeeshop AUs

(p.s. y'all may get a Bar AU from me in the possible near future if I can focus on writing more than the second chapter)

[miraclesnail]

title still pending, wip, chapter 2

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When you think of Travis Stoll, what comes to mind? Powerful? Intelligent? A protagonist? More like weak, a bit on the air-headed side, and a minor character at best. So why is he being chased by a crazy man with a foot long butcher knife?

Percy hisses as Annabeth shoves his arm back into its socket without so much as a warning. A heads up would have been nice but this probably for the best. The blindingly white-hot pain only last for a minute before simmering down into a dull ache. He rolls his shoulder experimentally and flexes his hand, making sure all function is there. 

It could be worse though. He could have a knife in his back. The way Travis was holding on to that knife? For one scary moment, he thought Travis was really going to do it. 

Thankfully Clarisse saved his butt. Not so fortunately, she got stabbed in his stead. . 

Will manages to squash Clarisse’s bleeding knee and the ambrosia she’s angrily munching on heals any damage Travis did ripping his knife out sideways. 

Leo is nursing his bitten hand. 

Piper is rubbing her kicked shin. 

And Chris is… well, Chris is taking care of his headbutted region. 

“It took six of us,” Leo starts, “To pin him down and we weren’t even successful. Are we really this weak? I mean. It’s just one man. And it’s Travis of all people. I beat him really easily in that sparring match a couple months ago. Me. Out of all people too.” 

Travis is asleep, thanks to Mr. D (who, by the way, is getting chewed out by Chiron. Something about ‘you can’t make them pass out everytime they cause trouble’ though if Percy were to be honest, Mr. D made the right call.) 

Percy swallows as he takes in Travis’s outfit. 

It looks like something Nico would love to wear with the black leather gloves and black turtleneck and black sweatpants. It looks unbearably hot in this June heat. Definitely not Travis’s style either. Though to be fair, Percy has never seen Travis without the orange camp shirt and khakis. 

A hand slips into his and a nectar bottle is pressed into his other.

 “You okay, seaweed brain?” Annabeth asks, “What happened? Why did he attack you?” 

“I don’t know. I saw him in the forest just standing there. I tried to get his attention but he wasn’t answering me so I touched his shoulders then out of nowhere, he’s trying to kill me.” 

Percy tries not to recall the unbidden anger in those eyes. Travis is … surprisingly terrifying when he’s angry. 

*** Fix bottom scenes/add something/maybe delete

Problem for future me *** 

Jason is rolling Travis onto his back. He’s handcuffing his hands together. When the first cuff locks on, Travis’s hand twitches. 

His hand twitches. 

“Jason, get —”

Travis’s eyes fly open and they zero in on Jason. Fear grips Percy’s heart. He’s too far. He can’t get there fast enough. Jason is going to — 

A blink and Percy would have missed Travis taking down Jason with a scissor leg maneuver. Another blink and he would have missed Travis shoving pulling a small knife from his plumber’s belt. 

Percy’s not the best at archery but maybe if he threw Riptide while it’s a pen, that’ll draw Travis’s attention. Maybe if he— 

But Travis isn’t standing above Jason anymore. He’s running towards him with remarkable speed. Annabeth curses and steps in front of him with her weapon out. 

He tries to shove her back, but Annabeth fights him on it. And okay fine. They’ll fight Travis together. But he doesn’t want to. He really doesn’t want to. Travis is his friend even if the guy did just attack him out of nowhere. 

But Travis runs past them, actually using Annabeth’s first swipe as a bouncepad to launch himself up and over the two of them. Percy readies to guard Annabeth’s back, but Travis moves past them, jabbing a knife into Mr. D's eyes while simultaneously thrusting a full gladius sword into Chiron’s stomach and ripping it sideways like he did with Clarisse’s knees. 

It all happened so fast. 

Travis shoves the knife in the eye. Travis pulls the hair back to expose the neck. Travis kicks the back of the knees to bring Mr. D to his knees. And Travis pulls out a new, much longer and broader knife with a golden tinge, places it against Mr. D’s jugular and very cleanly swipes across. 

And just like that, one decapitated god in five seconds. 

Percy’s going to be sick. 

Someone is already retching behind him. 

It makes Travis’s head perk up and there’s none of that crazy, unbidden anger Percy sees earlier back in the forest. They’re surprisingly free of emotion. Calm and focused. Confusion. Relieved. Surprise. If… if… Percy pushes it actually, he could say he’s seeing happiness in those gaze. 

That is until they met him and his calm went to panic.  

“I can explain,” Travis says with a hand out like he meant no harm. 

“Sleep!” Piper screams behind them. 

Travis stumbles, but right himself. 

“Go to sleep!” Piper yells again, desperation tinged in her voice. 

And Travis is down entirely, head bonking the banister. 

[axmoth]

Yall feel free to give some voice ideas for my ocs

I already have a clear idea of magic eye but I do need some ideas for other voices

(Specifically)

Daemon

Radio

Cascade

Lost frisk

Buttercup (Selcouth frisk)

And fear frisk

Any ideas will be welcomed! I just need some help-

[subsequentibis]

playing a little dressup with sal

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

RAAAGGHH. Onipeppa brainrot

[susartwork]

Cascade sans: Hey, ht wiz! Long time no see, How have you been?

Believe me, he's happy to see her :3

[cascadedude]

I dunno if this counts as spoilers or not considering the circumstances and the time to perform the event, but what the hell, I'll post it anyway.

This Outertale take is truly, out of this world.

( and our expectations!!!!!! (in a good way!!!!!!!!) )

[yourfavoritecascade]

I’m staring to work on a few bigger projects at the moment so lemme just *drops a bunch of sketches & scurries away never to be seen again*

[askceruleansans]

How SwapVerse happened after we killed X-Gaster in SpareVerse.

Ink's throat was sore from screaming. His eyes where itchy with tears. His head was foggy with grief filled rage. But, for what? What was he so upset about?

What could have made him so upset. The last thing he remembers was PJ-.... the last thing he could remember was that he had to protect PJ from-... From..... from? The last thing he remembers was..... was..... was?

What was the last thing he remembered? He couldn't recall... He couldn't really think... His scarf! He should check his notes. He looked down at his neck to try and read but it was ripped to shreds. That.. couldn't be good. Could it? He couldn't remember. Was it bad that his scarf was ripped? Why was he even looking for his scarf? He looked up and around blankly at the area surrounding him. He was sitting in a puddle of half-dried ink in what looked to be a classic looking judgement hall. Broomie was in pieces nearby, dried flecks of red paint stained its bristles. Or maybe that was blood... Ink couldn't tell. Did it really matter? Looking around slowly Ink noticed that there were other people here. Strange... he could almost recognize some of them.

A small pang of hurt corsed through the empty space where his soul should be as he laid eyes on a young skeleton monster with black bones, with a piece the right side of their skull floating off to the side like a drip of paint. They had the most striking pink eye sockets with yellow eyelights.

Ink was confused as to why they where crying or why they were staring at him with a horror-filled expression.

Next to them stood another black boned skeleton. They wore a pissed off expression had red eye sockets with yellow eyelights and what looked like bright blue tear tracks running down his face. There where a few others too, like a yellow themed skeleton and blue themed one next to a tall blackboned skeleton with white freckles and a tail. As well as a half slime covered one with four similar-looking skeletons standing guard around him. All of them wore various looks of horror and anger.

A strange sensation filled Ink again and his mouth made a strange noise that made all of them wince in pain. It looked like a battle had taken place but Ink was the only one with wounds. He could vaguely recall trying desperately to stop himself from ripping up his own scarf and smashing his vials. His arms and face were covered in glass and claw marks that oozed blood at a lazy rate. Ink watched as one of his arms moved without his volition again. The others around him stiffed but Ink couldn't bring himself to be concerned. A voice Ink could just barely recognize spoke in a strange language using his mouth. "💧︎⚐︎📪︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☼︎☜︎���︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎✍︎" The garbled voice filtered out of Inks mouth. Ink's face twisted up into an unnatural sinister grin that Ink would not be making if he had any control. "✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎📬︎"

The feeling, that Ink could sort of identify as "pain" filled him again and he screamed in agony as it felt like someone was forcefully pushing him out of his own body. His limbs shook and convulsed with the strain of staying in control.

Ink didn't understand what was going on. He couldn't remember, he couldn't really care with all of his vials gone, but he knew for a fact he could not let the strange voice come back.

He could not be allowed to use the power that Ink still had in his code as a representation of the whole multiverse. The strange voice could not get his hands on OVERWRITE. Overwrite? What was that? Ink was momentarily distracted by his train of thought. He let go of his steel-like grip on himself for one second, and suddenly his hand was on the dreaded purple button. Ink stared blankly at the pain-filled faces of his comrades as the judgment hall disintegrated into code around them.

...

.....

......... Ink opened his eyes hand flying to the vials on his chest. Looking around the remains of X-Tale he tried to calm himself. Dream was next to him rambling about some obscure memory he had about passive Nightmare. He opened his mouth to tell Dream about his memory. Memory? What was he thinking about again? He pulled out his now repaired scarf full of notes but before he could reread it again, all thoughts about his wayward memory flew from his head as he heard a familiar set of foot steps. Right! Today was their by weekly meeting with X-Gaster to discuss plans. X-Alphys stood by him with a vacant expression as she typed what he dictated. "💣︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ☹︎✋︎☠︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☼︎☜︎☜︎📬︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎👎︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎☝︎✋︎☠︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎✍︎"

(Cascade belongs to @axmoth)

[whitealbum]

people who write sci fi AUs i am kissing you on the mouth mwah mwah