#i'll give u cookies

[surelysilly]

may 25th: blame ❀❀❀

You are young yet, my friend, but the time will arrive when you will learn to judge for yourself of what is going on in the world, without trusting to the gossip of others. Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see. 

-  “ The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Fether” by Edgar Allan Poe

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believe nothing you hear (and only one half that you see)

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom:  Danny Phantom 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply   

Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Various Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Older Danny Fenton, Underage Drinking

Batman: A Death in the Family

Timeline What Timeline

Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better

Ghost King Danny Fenton

Canon-Typical Violence

Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Mild Language

Mild Hurt/Comfort

Non-Graphic Violence

Heavy Angst

Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Implied/Referenced Character Death

Canonical Character Death

Episode: s02e08-09 The Ultimate Enemy

Summary:  

Despite her recently tanked GPA and impending out of school suspension — if not outright expulsion — Sam's still the smartest person she knows. She can figure this out.

She just has to be brave.

[tamaruaart]

@camhues

:3

[mikansei]

so i found a picrew and made some questionable life choices and a couple henchmen

henchman no.1: conway

been working for aventurine since he first became a stoneheart, Used To This Shit™

level-headed, calm & collected, considers himself stoic (lol)

wears his collar unbuttoned & combs his hair back to look cool (he's actually just sweaty)

real into the "mook extra in a mafia film" schtick despite being high rank now

henchman no.2: korman

transferred to aventurine's dept at conway's recommendation years back, STILL not used to this shit at all

anxious chihuahua of a man, always at least a little worried (his boss being who he is does NOT help)

wears his hair & suit normally (conway calls him boring for it)

more competent than he looks, gets the job done but complains the whole time

and they're gay married to each other b/c that's how i roll 💕💖✨

[softestaries]

Rules: "Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!"

thank you for the tag @bluedahlia912 🩵🩵

1) my imagination

2) my patience

3) my taste in movies

4) my hair

5) the 'fuck it, we ball' mindset that's gotten me this far

[heartbreak-sandwich]

How tall am I in ur headcanons??? And why do you think that??? Pls I must know.

[akitalockwood]

Translation: I just watched Jacksepticeye's Spiderman 2 video lol

[djevelbl]

Storytime bc I can NOT keep this shit to just myself oh my god this is HILARIOUS

Ok so me my mum & dad we're talking about how children are different regardless of where they came from, right? and so my mum launches into a story (you know it's good when my mum, the beacon of memory in our household [seriously that woman forgets NOTHING] launches into a story):

She says as a set-up that my brother had one (1) temper-tantrum when he was preschool age and my father spanked him twice — he never had one ever again.

Then, it was my turn.

One day in preschool I, apparently, didn't wanna go home for whatever reason preschool-aged me thought was adequate for the occasion, and so I proceeded to have a temper-tantrum.

Quick context, I have a shitty ass memory and all I remember from things like preschool are like. two things and everything else I've been told — for example, I've been told many many times how I apparently had a deep seated hatred for this one little plasticy backpack/suitcase type combo that every time I had a temper-tantrum and I happened to bring it to school, bitch wouldn't leave the classroom without being banged against a couple walls at least.

So anyway, it's time to leave and I'm probably making my best impression of a radiation nuke alert going off; my dad's not having it tho — he tells me we're going home. I just wail harder.

Ofc, because he's himself and raised on a different mentality (not an excuse, just an explanation; don't lay harming hands on your kids ppl) he spanks me.

My answer?? I ran beneath the fucking school bus.

NOBODY could get me from beneath that bitch — my dad moved around that thing and I just scurried to the other side like an overzealous lizard, or maybe a rabid and feral raccoon; my grandma didn't even dare intervene, she knew this was a hopeless endeavor.

It took my mom noticing from her at-the-time job — which was close-by so she could sort-of see what was happening — to start leaving and think huh, the school bus ain't going home yet. wonder what's happening to get my havoc-wrecking ass hauled back home.

As my mom oh-so-eloquently put it: "she didn't even wanna go home with (dad), she had a murderous look every time the idea was brought up."

I was apparently basically UNINTELLIGIBLE when explaining the situation STILL FROM BENEATH THE FUCKING SCHOOL BUS, so the convo was something like:

Mom: what happened? Why are you beneath the school bus sweety??

Me: little child rabid noises, crying and screeching, it vaguely sounds like a velociraptor screaming actually

Mom: ok, and what did daddy do?

Me: even more unintelligible screeching oh my god is that even a language???

So yea, I was a rabid little preschooler huh

[galamalion]

sad that you can only have one tab open for netflix so i have to keep episode 2 open so i can keep writing but i so badly want to watch episode 5 (ronin+bride tale) because ughhhh mizuuuuuuuuuu i wouldn't treat u like that </3333333

[hostilecityshowdown]

The blood that I'm owed is all yours

this one is a fun personal project that started as a songfic about OCs, but was also based on a dream way back in 2010. a few years ago i started reworking it to centre around mortis, so half of the document still preserves the original text (the full version is saved on my dA sta.sh!) and the other half has been recently edited. none of it has been rewritten yet! one day. maybe. hopefully.

the camaro referenced is the same model as my aunt's, and when i was younger i helped her rebuild it from practically the frame up. baby's first welding lesson. almost all of my old writing began as poems adapted into prose, then further adapted into something more formally narrative. unfortunately i didn't preserve the original poetry nor prose, but you can easily pick out which lines carried over in my opinion

i'll try giving equal peeks at both the 2010 and the 2021~ edit, including some personal notes, and try to comprehensibly denote when each shared portion was written. i think it'll be fun to see how little i've changed/improved lmao. i'll bold all the new edits

[REWORK] […] mortis becoming a living icon of death. replace the "death" character with the eternal spirit of the undertaker.

[…] revolves around a man who was Supposed to die but death made a temporary contract with him, […] the rest […] will be about him constantly trying to find ways to fuck death over and live on borrowed time. i plan to close out the final chapter w death sequestering his body the exact moment it ceases all measurable life, possessing it - and dragging the protag's psyche in from the metaphysical plane with the final lines being something like:

Devoid of the warmth of life, a thing poised just out of reach, he felt the frost begin to thaw. This, he thought, isn't good.

Death dredged him from their realm and held him by their side, now inhabiting the place amongst himself where he once stood. His heart, now theirs, beat once under ungentle coaxing. Death smiled with his teeth.

"Let's see how you like it, shall we?"

—

Overcast skies bled into the encroaching grey of twilight, silver linings bleeding weak streams of fleeting sunlight over the dirt road. It was scoured with the final departure of rusting machines and strained men, and his boots sunk into the weak soil as he walked the arduous path. […] As he approached the rendezvous point the temperature dropped, frost dusted over weeping honeysuckle and curling archaefructus. […]

It was rare his (employer?) ventured so far into the farm, much preferring the orchard. […]

Mortis longed for the heated seats in his refurbished Camaro, parked back before the wood on an unpaved road, idling engine unsuccessfully beckoning him back. […] the farm was a mausoleum of sorts; strewn all around were monuments to the deceased township: Rotting machinery, rusted barbed wire, tripped traps long empty. All the grass was brown and brittle, even the Autumn sky sporting a sickly colour, as if it, too, had rusted.

Swathed in all black, the spirit perched himself on the precarious wooden fence, fingers of one hand cupped around a small, black mass. […] Mortis knew by now the Undertaker could not prolong life, only delay death for a few, short moments.

[…] Every soul was always similar, every dying town sporting a defunct Bon-Ton or Sears. After so long on the road, there was little distinction between a decommissioned highway and the interstate slicing Nowhere, Oklahoma in half. Even the hidden demon roads, practically paved with supernatural asphalt, had the same Sunoco gas stations and seedy roadside bars.

[…] In a rare act of direct acknowledgement, the man from the dark side spoke to him, his voice an aching, impossibly deep whisper. […] his speech halting to allow for laboured, slow inhales. "This… Will repay your debt… In full… You may… Keep… The '97."

[everything beyond this point is fully unedited, so i'll share less of it]

[…] Granting him full ownership was a personal apology, and, inevitably, the down payment would be steep.

Right back where he started, then.

"Following completion… Of your assignment," […] "I wish you dead."

[…] Leaning back against the decrepit fence he lounged, eyes unhurriedly scanning the distant, skeletal treeline. The farm behind them had not bore life in many years - humble home suffering a blunt force trauma blow to its caving skull, fields yielding only dust once the growth rot decayed.

[femmesandhoney]

theres something about everyone obsessing over the flavor of the month woman that makes them so unattractive to me like i'll stop and be like are yall for real? idk if its bc im so attuned to finding women less sexy with makeup now, but my friends will repost about popular musicians or actresses like 😳😳😳 and i just can't see it like sure shes pretty but worth the obsession? go obsess over a soccer player or something like normal lesbians

[t4tbedehopmar]

so! the final boss of the luofu huh

[tiredassmage]

kicks down a door. thinking about their incredible similarities again. thinking about how intently keeper adopted him. thinking very intently about their mentor-protege, borderline father-figure & son relationship.

pretty neat of them.

puts the door back on the hinges on my way out without elaborating a single bit.

[hotshotsxyz]

DONT TEMPT ME I DONT HAVE TIME TO WRITE A MADNEY FIC RIGHT NOW!!!

okay but hear me out... what if you do it anyway 👀👀👀

[deanwwinchester]

Get you a girl that can do both!

[saintse]

wld u guys still love me if i followed u all with no bios for my ocs just so that i don't have 2 start with a totally empty blog