#i'm so evil

[personificationofcreativeblock]

I feel like even tho we already have it canonized, every Death Note fan has their own little version of L's childhood in their minds

[luxurydumpsterfire]

So my sister is new to the Hazbin hotel fandom, right? And she was going through my phone and saw the shit load of Radiodust artwork I have saved, and since we don't have Amazon prime,now she thinks they're a canon couple 🙂

TOTALLY NOT GOING TO TELL HER MY HEADCANONS ARE CANON IN THE SHOW,NOOOOO,THAT WOULD BE WRONG

[dragonshoardofworks]

Ecto-Implosion Time! (Extra)

...So. This one should be a surprise for @ikiracake as well, because I didn't tell them that I made it in time for the end of @ecto-implosion's posting week.

꒰(@｀꒳´)꒱

I still have no idea how I managed to make this one so pretty because. I like it. So Much???

*goes feral*

Here are the links for the previous posts with related chapters, thank you again Ikiracake for Imploding with me! (Also, thanks @teacupsandstarlight for rubber ducking me on the art side! 😘 )

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Fic

(One last time, Trivia under the cut!)

This, y'all, was the whole reason I made the Team so large in the first place.

The freaking Ginyu Force Pose.

I regret NOTHING!! ꒰(@｀꒳´)꒱

That being said, now that the fic and this drawing are both finished, there is one last trivia about the color choices I used.

The Team has all the primary and secondary colors among them:

Tucker is Yellow

Wes is Orange

Val is Red

Sam is Purple

Jazz is Blue

Everyone is Green (skinned)

[ananxiousgenz]

TPP HADESTOWN AU PART 8: song for a caged lovebird

IT'S PART 8 WHAAAT this is absolutely insane, i'm having so much fun rn <3

this is a lil shorter but it's very interesting, so as usual, enjoy

EDIT THAT I FORGOR: this is now gonna be titled "song for a caged lovebird" from here on out, thanks for the idea jay <3

all my tpp homies in the house!!! if you are in my walls, please leave (jk i love you i'll bring you snacks)!!!! @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @one-joe-spoopy @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini

His eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door. It was dark.

He wasn’t quite sure of the time or his location. He was laying on something soft, he knew that much. A bed, maybe? He had been sleeping, or so he thought. He felt groggy, disoriented, still tethered to the world of dreams by a song that he couldn’t quite seem to shake out of his mind. Was it his own voice singing it, or someone else's? He almost thought he heard a train whistle in the distance, but knew the train line hadn’t run in months, not since the rails had frozen over with ice so thick it couldn’t be melted.

The world felt so strange. There was a heavy knot lying in the pit of his stomach, like something horrible had happened, but he couldn’t quite tell what. Was it his own doing? Someone else’s? He felt almost completely certain it had to do with someone going missing, but no more details sprang to mind.

The person who had entered the room was talking. He didn’t process what they said. 

He tried to sit up to face them. He knew whatever was being said was important. He had to pay attention. But a wave of dizziness overtook him, and he fell back down. They asked a question, and when he didn’t respond, they turned and left.

He let them go. He didn’t have the energy to stop them or ask them to repeat themselves. Sleep was already tugging his eyelids closed again. He let it come, and gently slipped back into a world of dreams.

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Far below the ground, there was a factory town.

This town was old, old enough that no one could really remember when it began. All anyone really knew was that it was hell on Earth. Giant metal works spun rusty gears through all hours of the day and night, and blast furnaces and refineries threw their dragon-fire heat out into the town. Housing was small and cramped and never used, stacked like smashed crates in the rare cooler corner of town, right next to the assembly lines for cars and TV screens. Mines worked overtime to produce rare gemstones and pure gold, and on the outskirts of town, there was a wall. And that was where most of the people worked.

There were a lot of people. Maybe millions, if one really took the time to count. Backs bent to their work, eyes milky white with focus, pickaxe or shovel or wheelbarrow in hand. Different ages and races and genders, but they all had two things in common: they kept their heads down, and they belonged to the king of this land.

Some had signed their souls away in an attempt to avoid their own death. Some had done it in the name of a loved one. Some had even done it in the hopes of getting paid. But that didn’t matter now. None of them could remember anything about their lives before Hadestown anyway. They did what they were told, and they had been told to forget and to work.

So they did.

At the center of town, in a grand office in a high tower, staring out a window at his beautiful city, was the king.

He had always been a crafter, an inventor of sorts. But this was on a far greater scale than anything he had ever imagined when he was a child. He was proud of his beauty, his greatest creation. But it had always been missing something to him. As grand as his factories were, and as many souls as he and his executives had gained to carry out the work, something was just never quite right. He had always hungered after something else, something from his past he hadn’t been able to take with him into the underworld.

Now, though. Now he had finally acquired the missing piece, and everything would finally be perfect.

One of the executives appeared in the doorway behind him. “The target you requested is nearly here, my associate.”

He nodded, not turning away from the window. “Very good. Bring him up to the office as soon as he gets here. I need to speak with him.”

“As you wish, my associate.”

He grinned a bit to himself. It had been years, but he was certain the man he was bringing here would be happy to see him again. They had been so close when they were younger, and he had never forgotten the time they spent together. He hoped that, even for old times sake, the man would want to stay with him a while. He hoped he would be impressed by everything he had created in his absence. It was all for him, after all.

The door creaked open behind him. “You have a visitor, my associate.”

He finally turned away from the window to face the door and watched as the man stumbled through into the office.

The years had certainly changed him. He was tall now, not short as he had been, but still as thin as ever, hair dark and messy and heavy circles beneath his eyes. One lens of his glasses was shattered, his clothes were ragged and torn, and there was a large dark stain cascading down the front of his shirt, coming from a mostly closed wound on his neck. Gods, even looking as terrible as he did, he was still as handsome as he had been when they were kids. He looked tired and frightened and horribly angry, but as soon as he saw him, he went completely pale in disbelief, jaw working furiously as he struggled to find something to say.

The man by the window grinned. “Hello, Petya. It’s been a while.”

[soaps-mohawk]

ghost and reader bonding over daddy issues is so real actually

and FINALLY she’s talking about it with them 😭 it’s like a relief but sad at the same time because opening up about stuff like that can be so difficult!! (mommy issues sufferer myself. the fact that reader and her mom seem to have had a good relationship before everything makes me happy)

RAH i love bonding moments with all of them. especially now that simon’s opening up a little bit and letting himself be vulnerable with reader.

They had to find common ground somewhere lol it just so happened to be shitty fathers 😂 The way I had the chapter named way back when I was doing the outline and it didn't change any in the process of redoing the outline like 5 times since then lmaoo

Yaass things are finally coming out!! As both a mommy and daddy issues sufferer, I feel you there. I have this habit of either giving my characters shitty parents or no parents or a dead mom so, this is me trying to branch out a bit (at least in one of those areas lmaoo). This fic may have become and outlet for me trying to work through some things so...yeah.

Ugh the way things are going to get so cute and fluffy for a while is sickening. I think it's needed after three pretty heavy, emotional chapters. 💚

[anotherrosesthatfell]

A deal with you - Part 1

[Summary: What happened before PJ and Gradient death]

"Mommy I'm still hungry..." Merciless pouted.

He just ate a tiny piece of bread, at least it's a lot than the last time.

"I know sweetie." Said Killer as she kissed her son forehead. "Just be patience, once that evil guy is out. You'll be able to eat as much as you want!"

"Really?" Smile Merciless. "I wanna eat cereal, a lot of cereal!" Said Merciless. "I got to talk to brother today and he said he got cereal for breakfast."

"That's nice sweetie..." Killer patted her son head. "Now about you go to sleep so the hunger will stop."

"Okay!" Merciless nodded his head as he lay on Killer's lap.

Right, this is Merciless room. He was mistreated badly.. He don't even has a bed or window to look out. It's more like a prison cell instead of room for 5 years old.

Killer got lucky today for being able to stay next to Merciless. The guards usually will force her to leave or some maids will injured her.

"Mommy, will I be able to meet tiny baby sissy soon?" asked Merciless. "How long will she be in your belly?"

"Hmm? Merciless, we don't know if the baby is a girl or boy yet..." Killer slightly chuckles. "You have to be quiet about this, don't let anyone hear us."

*BAM!!*

A loud voice coming from the outside, it's Nightmare.

"Merciless, quick hide!" Killer grabbed her son by hand and make him hide under the bed. "Don't come out unless that evil guy is gone... Okay?" Her voice trembled in fears.

"M-Mom—"

The door was opened at once. Nightmare seems upset...

"Just the hell you were doing in this rat's room." he groans.

Nightmare went to Killer and forcefully grabbed her by wrist. That'll leave some bruise...

Killer stay silence, she can't say anything right now. If she do, things will get worse.

Merciless watched Nightmare took Killer away in horror. He is horrified of his own father.

As they were away from Merciless room. Angst were reading behind the pillar quietly, he unlike Crescent, remember how much Killer love her children. Angst always try to find a way to talk to Killer quietly.

But today was different, Nightmare was grabbing Killer and now he threw her on the floor.

Angst saw the scene as he hid behind the pillar. He have to do something, but he know if he interfere, not only Killer but all of his siblings will get hurt.

"You damned woman. How many time I have to tell you to listen to me!" Yelled Nightmare. Nightmare then grabbed Killer hair and make her face him. "First that damned destroyer purposely pissed me off and now you?" he laughed. "You people truly trying to—"

*Bonk!*

A duck toy was threw on Nightmare's head. It was Crescent who did it.

"F-Father, don't touch my mom like that!" Crescent slightly raised his voice.

He is terrified to see his parents are fighting. Killer is more horrified about this situation now. She take any abuse as long Nightmare don't touch her children..

Nightmare cracked a smile and his eyes were dark. He slowly let go of Killer's hair.

"Crescent, my son... This is adult business." Said Nightmare. Just then, his tendril are choking Crescent now. "You know what happens when rats like you interfere hmm?"

"NO—!" Killer grabbed Nightmare arm. "Please let go of my baby, he didn't know. I SWEAR I'LL NEVER VISIT MERCILESS AGAIN." She cries.

Nightmare look unimpressed, he doesn't want to change his mind.

"Boss!" Cross finally came back to the castle. "Let go of him. He is your son remember?! You want a heir don't you?" Cross keep his cool, trying not to show he is nervous.

"What's the use of having a heir if this rat all know to interfere adult business?" glares Nightmare.

"That's because he's a child.. We- I can educate him how to not be like this anymore so let him go.." Said Cross.

It was a silent for couple of seconds. Nightmare let go of Crescent at last.

Killer caught Crescent before his head his the ground.

"Tch..." scoffed Nightmare. "I better see you in my office in few minutes, Killer." Nightmare walked away as he didn't bother to glance back.

Crescent is still breathing, Killer couldn't be more thankful to God. Angst stop hiding behind the pillar as he immediately went to Killer.

"Mom...!" he cried.

"I'm here honey... I'm here." she smiles gently to her son. Not wanting to worry him.

Cross sighed as he look over the mess. He carry Crescent on his arms and say

"I'll heal him up." Said Cross. "I'll apply some ointment for you later... Okay?"

"Okay..." smiles Killer. "Angst, go with mister Cross." Said Killer.

"Alright mom..." he nodded and follow Cross from behind.

All the servants was watching. They are laughing on how miserable Killer is...

And now she have to face Nightmare again....

[randomnerd737]

guys my chronically offline friend is experimenting with she/they pronouns I'm gonna make so many unoriginal jokes this is great

[lalaland-e]

Listen, I may be an effing idiot but I just wasted your time.

[fi1nn]

random winter present time!!! ♡ one of ur ocs gets a cup of hot cocoa!! 🍫☕ send this to 10 other people so their ocs can get some hot cocoa too ₊˚⊹✩´-

hehehe thx you for the coca (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

hehe is it another twst oc??? who knowwww(ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ(ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ

[1989taylorsversion]

I'm so toxic, my friend called me to catch up and I was like "what are you up to" and when she said "getting ready for church" I laughed because it's so far from my reality that I couldn't fathom it as real and I thought she was joking but that's truly what she was doing..

[mr-pgeon]

https://youtu.be/J1DAmmROUX8?si=CK26k88d_vBjClB_

Bread 🍞 🥖🥐🥯🥨🫓

Huh... I kind of knew what this was going to be about when I first read it

Anyways... Now, I'm going to send you a random link I guess...

Oh.. And I will send the same link to anyone who interacts with this post... >:)

[blotomical]

The night is cold. I am colder.

(POMR 2) previous chapter AO3

Argos can't sleep at night, so he decides to go for a walk. :)

Word count: 2.1k uhmm good luck Argos enjoyers. Sorry Mr. Plant enjoyers.

[fizzycereal]

Just watched tgwdlm and get prepared for what I'm doing 😊

[kuro-is-doodlin]

Hiiiii i just wanted to say i am obsessed with the babygirl siffrins you draw they are the best

I'm glad you like em! They will come back, eventually, for now I'm in the mood to make y'all cry >:)

[songwings]

(Viridian) i see a few people have noticed the lightning in the eclipse illustration and i giggle