#doods n stuff

[seraphicmiso]

different variations of the same font (straight black hair)

[stealingpotatoes]

How familiar are you with Star war legends?

not very but I think this is how a crossover between legends and (my) canon and would go down:

(commission info // kofi support!)

[the-mighty-e]

Edit: CLOSED FOR NOW!!!!

Gimme sum md screenshots to redraw pls :33

Inbox 🙏

Also Imma give u a bonus choice.

You can choose between:

White sketch style

Orange backgrounds colored pastel texture

Neon

Or an actual illustration (might take longer):

Feel free to choose in which style I should redraw the pic u give me :3

[mini-minish]

💜✨ short rest before mission ✨💜

[thousandth-island]

What would you do. If WIP marie said peace and love on planet earth

[starrbar]

wow okay, I'm falling in love with Singed, what has my life come to becky used to think my tail was big—

[cherubimcore]

pairing: alastor x reader

author's notes: i'm trying to post like once a week, let's see how long until college decided to give me tons of stuff to do making me not see the sunlight for like a week ;)

part 1 part 2 part 3

the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the small, quaint house that had been in your family for generations. you sat across from your grandmother in the cozy living room, the scent of lavender and old books filling the air. she rocked gently in her chair, her frail hands knitting a new scarf, according to your grandma it was for you when winter arrives.

you had been hesitant to bring it up—to ask her about the strange things happening in the house since you moved in. about him. but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“grandma,” you began, your voice hesitant. “there’s something i need to talk to you about.”

she looked up from her knitting, her sharp eyes meeting yours. “what is it, dear?”

you swallowed hard, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. “it’s about the house… and the things I’ve been seeing. there’s… a demon. he calls himself alastor.”

for a moment, she didn’t react, simply watching you with an unreadable expression. then, to your surprise, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

“so,” she said softly, “they’ve finally caught on to us.”

your brow furrowed in confusion. “what? grandma, what are you talking about?”

she leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with something that looked almost like… relief. “i always knew this day would come,” she murmured. “i just didn’t think it would happen so soon.”

you leaned forward, heart pounding in your chest. “what do you mean? who caught on? and why is there a demon in the house?”

her smile grew, but it was tinged with sadness. “not all demons are what they seem, my dear. some are bound to protect, even if their methods are… unconventional.”

“protect?” you echoed, your mind spinning. “you’re saying alastor is here to protect me?”

she nodded slowly. “trust the demon trying to help. he may seem dangerous, but there’s more to him than meets the eye.”

your thoughts raced, memories of alastor’s unsettling grin and cryptic words flashing through your mind. had he helped you—protected you from something lurking in the shadows? was there something more dangerous than actual demons in this world?

“grandma,” you said, your voice shaking slightly, “i need answers. what is going on? why is he here? why me?”

she reached out, taking your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. “it’s not the right time yet, sweetheart. there are things you need to learn, but it’s not my place to tell you… for now, trust him.”

you stared at her, frustration and curiosity swirling in your chest. “cut—”

she shook her head gently. “no more questions for now. you’ll understand when the time is right.”

you leaned back, biting your lip as you processed her words. trust Alastor? trusting a demon seems absurd, but alastor had been a good company in the house, almost… refreshing. it sounded absurd… and yet, deep down, something told you she was right.

“alright,” you whispered, more to yourself than to her. “i’ll try.”

your grandmother squeezed your hand, her eyes filled with a wisdom that made you feel like a child again. “dood. you’re stronger than you think, (y/n). and when the time comes… you’ll know what to do.”

you nodded slowly, unsure of what the future held but certain of one thing: nothing in your life would ever be the same again.

the unease gnawed at alastor like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. It had been days since he discovered your celestial lineage, a secret so deeply buried even you seemed unaware of it. he remembered the casual way you introduced yourself—no hesitation, no guarded expressions, no inkling of the divine power coursing through your veins.

and therein lay the dilemma. should he tell you? was it his place to reveal the truth, or would it shatter the fragile equilibrium you both had found? alastor prided himself on being a creature of chaos, a manipulator who thrived on the suffering of others. yet, when it came to you, something inside him recoiled at the thought of causing you harm.

he hated it. hated how much you’d begun to occupy his thoughts. hated how he, the radio demon, was starting to care.

alastor tried to carry on as if nothing had changed, but it was futile. his usual antics—broadcasting fear, weaving nightmares, reveling in the madness of hell—felt muted, as if the very essence of what made him who he was had been dulled. he found himself visiting you more frequently, lingering in your presence under the guise of casual conversation or harmless amusement.

one afternoon, the temptation became too much.

he found you in the garden again, the very place he’d stumbled upon you days before. you sat on the same bench, a book resting in your lap, though your eyes were closed as if savoring the moment of solitude. the ivy-covered arches framed you perfectly, sunlight casting a halo around your form.

alastor hesitated, an unfamiliar sensation tightening in his chest. he had no heart to speak of, no soul to feel with—yet, in that moment, he felt something dangerously close to longing.

“ah, there you are, my dear!” his voice rang out, breaking the stillness. he watched with satisfaction as you startled slightly, your eyes snapping open. he strolled toward you, his grin in place, as ever. “hiding away from the world again, are we?”

you smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “just needed a break. things have been… overwhelming lately.”

“overwhelming, you say?” you noticed his eyes were softer than usual. “may i join you?”

you raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his request. “only if you promise not to narrate my every move with that radio voice of yours like that one time.”

“ah, but where’s the fun in that?” he sat beside you, his movements precise, almost theatrical. “i shall do my best, though i make no guarantees.”

for a while, the two of you sat in silence. It wasn’t the tense, awkward kind but a comfortable stillness that neither of you wanted to break. the garden seemed to hold its breath, as if recognizing the significance of the moment.

eventually, alastor spoke, his voice quieter than usual. “you once said this garden is your sanctuary. a place to escape.”

you nodded, looking around at the lush greenery and blooming flowers. “it is. everyone needs a place where they can just… be.”

he considered your words, his gaze drifting to the wildflowers growing near the bench. with a flick of his wrist, he plucked a delicate blossom and twirled it between his fingers

“a token of my admiration, for whatever it’s worth.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his gesture. taking the flower, you smiled and twirled it between your fingers. “thank you, alastor. that’s… surprisingly sweet.”

he straightened, the familiar grin returning, though a faint blush dusted his pale cheeks. “don’t let it go to your head. i can’t have you thinking i’m going soft.”

you tucked the flower behind your ear, a playful glint in your eyes. “i wouldn’t dream of it. but maybe there’s more to you than you let on.”

alastor tilted his head, his gaze lingering on you. “perhaps there is,” he murmured, almost to himself.

for a moment, you thought he might say more, but instead, he leaned back against the bench, his eyes fixed on the horizon. the silence returned, but it was different now—charged with unspoken words and emotions neither of you were ready to confront.

as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the garden, you found yourself wondering about the enigmatic demon beside you. what secrets did he keep hidden behind that ever-present grin? And why did you feel drawn to him despite the danger he represented?

unbeknownst to you, alastor wrestled with similar thoughts. your celestial lineage was a puzzle he couldn’t ignore, but more than that, you were becoming someone he couldn’t bear to lose.

for the first time in his existence, alastor faced a choice: continue down the path of manipulation and destruction or protect the one person who had managed to touch something long thought dead within him.

the garden remained quiet, a sanctuary for both of you now—a place where, for a fleeting moment, demon and mortal could simply be.

taglist: @vxllys @songbirdpond @sirens-and-moonflowers

[sakuralovespossums]

Pickles x Artist/Painter Reader

You two actually knew each other since high school and started off as strangers to unlikely friends to eventual lovers

Pickles, as much of a rebellious punk he was, couldn’t help but find your detailed artworks interesting and decided to ask you about them one day

“Ey dood, you the one behind all these paintings?”

“Uhh yeah, why?”

*Shyly shrugs his shoulders* “Cool if I like……take a look at how you make em?”

Fast forward to today and you guys are still together

Pickles is now the drummer for Dethklok, while you continue your passion of painting for money and love

You’ve also done a lot of artwork for the Dethklok albums

And Snakes n’ Barrels

It’s still a shock to everyone that you, a soft-spoken person who likes spouting poetic words, is with a stumbling short-tempered drunk like Pickles

But thats one of the reasons why he loves being with you. He likes listening to you share your philosophic words and questions as he drunkenly listens while resting his head on your lap

It calms his brain as lets himself get lost in your serene voice and deep words

He’ll often stop by while your working on a new canvas and plop his chin on your shoulder, asking what your painting this time

Pickles can be a reckless drunk, but he knows to be careful around your artworks and avoids your canvas room when he’s out of it

He also tries not to bother you when your really invested in your work but will occasionally wine for your attention outside the door

Seth has def tried to charm you into working for him but you rejected his offer with a kick to the groin

Pickles loves you even more for that

One of your paintings actually foreshadowed the events of army of the doom star, but nobody ever noticed

Pickles always makes sure your not overworking yourself and taking breaks

“Hey dood, cool stuff so far! Wanna get a sandwich?”

“Don’t forget yer water, babe.”

“You look kinda sleepy, babe. You need a nap? Dat paintings not goi’n anywhere.”

He finds your deep thinking and creative outlook so attractive

When he first mentioned you and your art profession to the band, he was so casual about it lol

“I guess my s/o can help us think of a cool album cover. Hm? Oh, yeah they’re an artist.”

[albaricomics]

HELLO!!! You probably recognize me from Twitter and Instagram. I FOUND YOUR TUMBLR SO HIIIII!! :DD I'm gonna put this ask feature to use MWEHEHEHE- >:3

1. Opinion on self-shippers? Especially the ones who ship themselves with Francis?? (The sane ones, ofc)

2. Thoughts on ppl who ship pairings that aren't canon? Don't get me wrong tho I love that you ship Francis and Nacha bc SAMEEE-

3. It seems that you like seeing other ppl's TNMN art and AU's. Do you like/encourage it when ppl submit their art 'n other stuff in your ask box to show you??

4. What do you use to draw (program, device, etc)? How long (on average) does it usually take you to finish a drawing?? Or does it depend?

OKAY, THAT'S ALL (For now, I'll probably be back JSJSJA) BYE BYE!!! X3

Hello and welcome!!

Ohmy a whole interview I see lol, okay...

As same as I feel with OC art and their ships, it's very neutral to me, as long as you're happy with your art and having fun, it's fine. Ofc keep it off the proshipping stuff, that's terrible and very not okay to do.

It's kinda funny, I actually enjoy some stories I've read or just seen on art so yeah, they're all very comical (I'LL DEFEND NACHA X FRANCIS TILL THE END RAAAAHH)

It's rlly cute when ppl send me their art like just to know opinions or directly share it avec moi, and if my words are encouraging for them to keep creating that's awesome:D ✨

I'm using Ps to draw and PremierePro to animate, I've tried many programs but these are the two I'm more confortable with atm, mostly bc I've got tons of personalized brushes in Photoshop and I like the effects I can do there without the need to open other programs. For the time it takes, well yeah depends, if it's the comic for example it takes me around 2 days bc of the composition, where the dialogues will be, making sure I'm telling the story right and so, but with other doods it takes around 4 hours, and with monotone drawings like the baby Anastacha one, not more than 90 minutes, they're pretty fast.

[autism0fadown]

Ep.39 spoilers for dndads////////////

OMY GOD, O MY GOD I WAS SO ANXIOUS THIS WHOLE EPISODE

I was so scared Willy was going to gain control of the Doodler for good, I HATE THAT MAN ISTG

Ive been seeing fanart n stuff ab a character named Dood and i was so confused, IM SO DUMB HOW DID I NOT PUT IT TOGETHER 😭

BUT OMG RON HAS BEEN LEAVING TERRY VOICEMAILS EVERYDAY IM GONNA SCRAEM OH MY GODD AND THE VOICEMAIL WAS SO ADORABLE AHHHHHHH.

I cant believe he has been leaving voicemails saying I LOVE YOU, FOR 9,855 DAYS. I cant handle this

But TERRYS DEAD SO DOES THAT MEAN HE IS IN HEAVEN WITH RON NOW?? IM CONFUSED? I thought heaven wasn’t supposed to exist???!?

[jacenotjason]

hellooo!!! hello!! question time yahoo ahahahhahdhasfh what are each of their relationships with Wally? Like, other than "Oh, yeah he's creepy". Just like general friendship you know?? am i wording this irght??? i don knwo but uhhh yippee

AH! Yes! I never fully explained this! Ok lightening round!!

Eddie - thinks hes just a lil guy, teaches him like not conventional smarts stuff, like fist bumps and high fives n stuff. Not bothered by him at all!

Julie - thinks hes a pervert but he was just spacing out. Like Wally was staring off into space but was accidentally staring at Julie and she was like “TAKE A PICTURE ITLL LAST LONGER!!” And Wally was like “@:3 what”

Barnaby - considers Wally his son like in the og! But he teaches him like school stuff! :3

Poppy - thinks hes a funky lil dood and feels really bad about that one time he drank alcohol when she wasnt looking-

Frank - gets along so well with em!!! They color together n stuff :3!!!

Sally - doesnt really know him? She knows the name Wally and has seen Wally before but hasn’t really clicked that thats who wally is. She probably wouldnt be a fan of Wallys eye contact

Howdy - “try stealing from me again mother FUCKER!” Yknow that one running joke in the community that Wally just constantly steals from howdy? Yeah that doesnt happen in the opposite universe. He tried it once and howdy taught him a lesson- dont steal from howdy

[hinatastinygiant]

10 | Dood

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

"Hey," Hinatsuru smiles at you as she enters the room. You look over at her from your desk where you were sitting to fix your hair and notice the armful of clothes she's carrying.

"What's all that?" you ask.

"Well, we just figured that since all you ever wear is your uniform..." she begins.

"That you would like some more clothes," Suma chimes in. "They're ours, but it's all stuff we don't really wear. So we thought we could give them to you!"

"I'm sure we'll all fit into each other's clothes," Hinatsuru says, placing the pile of fabrics onto your bed. "Besides, we can always get new ones if they don't. But try them on and let us know."

"We should get going in about thirty minutes. Think you'll be ready by then?" Suma grins at you.

"That's so nice of you guys. Thank you," you smile. "I'll try them on now and let you know. I can be ready by then."

As Hinatsuru leaves the room, Suma takes a step closer. "I wanted to give you this, too," she says, holding a small, black mascara bottle.

"Oh, is this for me? I, uh..." you begin to stutter. You haven't worn makeup since before your mother died. You've been living in orphanages and on the run ever since then so there hasn't really been an opportunity.

"Yeah, I know, it's not the best brand," Suma giggles, shaking the bottle in her hands. "And I'm not really good at applying it myself, but I can try if you want."

"No, it's okay," you nod, and Suma smiles. "It just made me think of my mom..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's okay," you tell her. "You can keep going."

The two of you are quiet for a minute as Suma stares at you, studying your face. You shift nervously, waiting for her to speak.

"Your eyes are so pretty," she says, her voice soft. "It would be a shame to hide them behind all this stuff."

"Oh, should we not use it then?" you ask as you clear your throat.

"No, I mean, we can if you want," she shrugs. "I'm just saying because they're such a pretty color."

"Thanks, Suma," you reply, a bit embarrassed. The only person who has ever stared at your face like this was your little sister when she was trying to get something she couldn't have.

"While you think about it," Suma begins. "Let's try the dresses out first."

You pick up one of the dresses- a white and red floral one- and slip it on. Once it's on, you walk over to your mirror and stare at yourself.

"Do you like it?" Suma asks, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"I do," you nod. "My mom wore dresses like this..."

Suma's eyes go wide. "I-I really don't mean to keep making you think about her," she says, her cheeks growing pink. "It's just that you look so pretty. And that dress shows it off!"

"Really?" you hum, feeling a bit more confident.

"Yeah," she nods as she watches you take another good look at yourself in the mirror. "Hey, Y/N, you don't have to answer this. But what happened to your mother?"

"She was taken by a demon," you answer, turning around to face her. "I didn't realize until recently but I've got reason to believe it was Doma who killed her."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Suma says.

"It's okay. I just miss her a lot," you shrug, a bittersweet smile on your lips.

"So, are we not going to talk about the fact that she looks stunning in that dress," you hear Makio, who is leaning against your door frame, interrupt the two of you.

"I'm so glad you like it," Suma smiles.

"I love it," you grin, looking down at yourself.

"It was mine, but I'm glad to give it to you," she says.

"It's very sweet of you, Makio. Thanks," you smile.

"Hey, we should get going now. Are you alright, Y/N?" Makio then asks. She must've heard your conversation with Suma.

"I'm okay. Just a bit nervous, I guess. I haven't been around a lot of people since I lost my sister," you explain to the two of them.

"I promise we'll be right by your side," Suma nods her head as she links her arm with yours. "I won't let you out of my sight."

"You've got nothing to worry about," Makio smiles. "Come on."

The three of you make your way outside, where Hinatsuru is waiting for you in a lovely purple dress.

"Ready to go, ladies?" she smiles happily just as a car pulls up.

"Wow," you gasp, watching as the car drives up the long path leading to the house.

"Come on, Y/N," Makio says, pulling you towards the vehicle. "Ride's here!"

You climb inside and watch as the others join you. Hinatsuru gives the driver directions and then he takes off.

As the four of you are riding through the city, you feel your stomach twist into knots. You have quite literally never been in a bar or an expensive restaurant before. All you know is from what you've seen on TV.

"Is this going to be safe?" you ask, looking at Hinatsuru.

"Of course," she smiles reassuringly.

"Don't worry," Suma adds. "We're going to stay together. I promise, no demon will try anything."

"If it helps," Makio says. "No one is going to notice us. They won't even remember us when we're gone."

"That is what happens when you drink," Hinatsuru laughs.

"That does help," you nod.

"But that doesn't mean that you can drink yourself under the table," Makio warns you, wagging her finger. "I don't want to see you drowning your sorrows in alcohol."

"Makio!" Suma scolds her, hitting her in the shoulder.

"What? It's true," Makio shrugs.

"She's not wrong," you agree, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks. "It does sound like something I'd do."

The three of you laugh as the car pulls up to a beautiful restaurant. You look out the window and see a sign with the words 'Red Dragon' written across it.

"Are we going in there?" you ask, your eyes wide.

"Yep," Hinatsuru answers. "Looks nice, huh?"

"Yeah," you nod.

Once inside, you're greeted by the hostess. She takes the four of you to your table and hands you the menu. You look around and see a band of four people playing music and a small dance floor where some drunk men are dancing.

"This place is nice," Suma comments as the two of you take your seats.

"I think we'll have a fun time," Makio grins.

"Let's see, what would you like to eat, Y/N?" Hinatsuru asks, opening the menu.

"Um, I'm not sure. What are you guys having?"

"Well, I'm getting the spicy noodles," Makio smiles.

"I'm getting the shrimp," Suma says. "You should try it, Y/N. It's delicious!"

"No, the salmon! That's the best," Hinatsuru chimes in.

As you watch the three of them argue about what type of fish you should order, a strange sensation washes over you. All of this is completely new. You've never had to argue over food with your siblings because there was never a choice. It was either eat what you have or starve until the next meal.

"Are you okay?" Suma asks, looking over at you.

"Oh, yeah," you nod.

"Are you sure?" Hinatsuru asks.

"I just don't get how to choose my meals," you admit, and they all stare at you before grinning ear to ear.

"Nobody gets that, Y/N," Suma giggles. "Choosing a meal is harder than it looks when there's so many good options."

"It's not that," you shake your head. "How do you not think about how people are starving to death, or being kidnapped or tortured right now? I don't mean to seem ungrateful for all you do for me but there are so many people laughing and dancing while others are getting attacked by demons right as we speak."

"You've seen a lot of shit, haven't you, Y/N," Makio shakes her head.

"I guess," you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

"Look," Hinatsuru begins. "It's hard. We all go through that. You're right, there are a lot of terrible things happening in the world. But the thing is, we can't do anything about them. Not yet, at least. So why not live life to the fullest, huh? Don't let anyone else ruin your happiness."

"That's exactly right," Suma nods. "You deserve this. You're a strong woman, and we're proud to call you our friend."

"Thanks," you nod. "I'm sorry for bringing down the mood."

"Not at all," Hinatsuru shakes her head.

"You can't help it. We understand," Makio adds. "Let's just do our best to enjoy ourselves."

"Okay," you smile.

You all then begin to order your food and drink.

The Emptiness You Left

[stealingpotatoes]

lyrics from How by the Neighbourhood

(ko-fi requests are open!)

[deada55]

for kloktober day 14: use a fall food or drink

Nathan and Pickles experiment with making their own cooked-down pumpkin for a pie, and Toki and Skwisgaar get into a fight. A mini-thing!

“You don’t have to buy the canned stuff, dude. If you heat up the pumpkin stuff in the oven, it’ll mush up.”

“Like, with the seeds?”

“Uh…”

Pickles and Nathan looked through a glass oven door at a whole pumpkin sitting in a 500 degree oven. At the stainless steel kitchen island, Murderface was stabbing the top of the carving pumpkins over and over to open the tops while Toki delighted in removing the slimy seeds and fibers with his bare hands. Skwisgaar sat on an emptystainless steel countertop and practiced guitar.

“Yeah, dood. They’re edible n’ stuff.”

“I canst waits to take pictures of the kitty cats in these!” An RV full of adoptable cats was waiting in the garage getting free gas, mechanical service, and sewage emptied while he carved the pumpkins that would soon star in a series of photographs with cats and kittens. He’d asked to “rent” the cats, but ended up funding a promotional campaign for the ASPCA in the process. Of course, as part of that, he will be able to host his own photoshoot with some cats from a local ASPCA shelter.

“Brutals. Putting the cats in the pumpkins in de ovens.” 

“No, Skwisgaar! No!” Toki glared, Skwisgaar rolled his eyes, and Toki flung a fistful of pumpkin guts onto Skwisgaar’s fretboard. 

A brawl of excess consonants and stomping killed two of the gutted pumpkins, leaving Murderface to smash the one he’d been working on, which was harder won than the others, on nothing more than impulse. Nathan and Pickles were still in front of the oven, watching the stem burn and smoke as it rested against the heating element. It barely fit in the oven to begin with, so something had to touch the inside.

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Guess it’s a sear or somethin’. Want a light?” Pickles pulled a joint, wrapped in a festive black paper, out of his pocket. 

“Do pumpkins usually get a sear before they get blended up? Like, at the factory?”

“Nathan, do you want to smoke or not?”

[thecourtjester12]

J-TOL Masterpost

J-TOL aka Jester's The Other Lcation

Au rundown

J-TOL is in the same universe as JDCAU, but this is about the smoon and the rest of the plex at the other location

No virus, no fire, no afton, just the struggles of the crappy old management and how THAT affected them all. The plex is now under the same better management as the JDCAU plex but...they have some stuff to sort through still...

Au aliases: since they all go by sun, moon, etc still, for ease of talking about them they have au nicknames they can be called (or just like J-TOL Sun, etc. too of course)

Sun-Bunny

Moon-Moo

Others...tbd.

Tags

#j-tol or #J-TOL

Main tags for anything related to the au

#j-tolfanart

Tag for any and all fanart made of the au

#j-tolfanfic #j-tolgiftfic

Tag for any and all fanfics and giftfics based on/inspired by the au

Writing

All fics for J-TOL, Warnings will be listed as needed

Main fics (Smoon centered fics)

N/A

Misc fics (Anything thats more SB related within the au with smoon and/or other chara's like the glams and handlers)

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Pocket dimension fics (anything that is not quite canon but some stuff from may be canon (explained in the fics descriptions)

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Fanfics/giftfics inspired by J-TOL

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Artwork

Smoon

Sun

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Moon

fem moon dood

Split form/both

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Glam's

Freddy

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Chica

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Monty

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Roxy

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Group doods

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DJ and Misc

DJ (and/or Mini's)

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Map bot

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Comedy bot

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Staff bots

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Wet floor bots

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Misc, can be pocket dimension or non canon stuff and/or random

Pocket dimension

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Non-canon

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Random

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Fanart!!! (Not all is listed Just my faves sry >~< Appreciate it all tho)

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Wips and Snippets (includes random thoughts and rambles that aren't full fledged works)

This will be it's own master doc cause...this is a loooooonggggg boi already

to be added

Asks

Masterdoc of all asks for JDCAU (may be a lil behind sometimes, I'll try to keep it updated tho >~<)

J-TOL Asks Masterdoc (To be added)

[weird-things-to-think]

Syncrectizm: Wen U Mash Stuff 2Gether N Call it A Gud Ideea

OK, so SYNKRETISM is wen yu tak too diffurnt things an smush them up reel gud. Like wen yu got 2 tipes of fud—say, lik tacos an pizzah—and u be all “hey why not tak thees tacos an dump ‘em on this heer pizzah,” an den BOOM yu got taco pizzah. Dat iz bascally syncreetism.

It cumz frum them ol tymy folkz who wuz like "o dis iz a gud ideea, wat if we tak our beeleefs an smoosh dem 2gether wit other peeple’s beeleefs?" So den u end up wit a noo thang dat sumtymez make sens but sumtymez look crayzee. Syncretisum hapenz in relijuns, philosofees, an sumtimes even in muzik or cookin—anywhere peeple be like “more iz mor!”

Letz say bak in histree, sum gud ol’ Roamin guyz wuz lookin at da Greek godz an den at there own Roamin godz an said, “yo, dat guy Jee-pee-ter soundz like are Zeeus, letz jest say dey iz da same dood.” An datz how dey did SYNKRETIZE da godz. It wurked! (kind of).

Som of dem fancy wrighters say syncritism be like a "blendin or fusion” of thangs, but if we bein reel, itz mor like puttin jelly on ya hambooger jus to see wut happenz.

Btw, if ya wanna get synkretism rilly rong, yu can mix da most op-paw-zit things 2gether, like mixin up a Goth weddin an a Happy Kidz B-Day partee. Now u got Goth unicorn piñataz n stuff an peeple cryin wit joy an angwst at da same time.

SO! Jus remembur—syncretizim iz wat hapens wen 2 things rub up aginst each uder an come out a mixxy-mess of sumthin noo. Sumtimes itz brill-yunt, sumtymes itz a dum ideea, but hey, peeple gonna SYN-CRETIZE it up anyway!

Da End. Or mayB juzt da Beginnin?? 😏