#krak Tag:

[krakaheimr]

Stoathur.

i have nothing else to say, and nothing in my defense. Arthur as a stoat. or weasel? i don't know at this point.

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[ID: A digital illustration of Arthur Lester, as an anthropomorphized stoat. His fur is scraggly and unkempt, most of his fur a rich brown while the fur of his chin and his throat is a light tan. His suit is a darker shade of brown than his fur, and his shirt, tie, and pocket square are off-white. He wears a pair of glasses. The expression on his face is tired as he stares at the viewer, his eyes a glowing yellow. /end ID]

[tarditzgrade]

its really funny to me that inkline had to change its favored and unfavored abilities in every game because the abilities got removed in the next game

its like a prophecy we're gonna lose sub res up and intensify action in splat4

[blueshinefox]

I know this ship was ModernEddy1’s idea, but I thought since the ship was kinda dead, I'd just say... wow.

https://www.deviantart.com/moderneddy01/art/who-i-could-have-shipped-Beth-s-case-405000570

How is it that a ship I randomly created back when Cartoon Hangover inspired me as filler for a fanfic suddenly end up on one of my favorite apps?

2022 gave us a lot of blasts from the past: Sonic the Hedgehog, Your Favorite Martian, ROTTMNT, etc.

Now Cartoon Hangover? This really is the year of nostalgia!

Now “Selfish” is stuck in my head.

Also, if you don’t know what “Selfish” actually is, then here’s the song

There’s also the animation meme, by the way

I want to keep this ship alive even after both Bravest Warriors and Super Fuckers ended. (Until, you know, they ended up getting "sequels" of some sort, especially Super Fuckers).

Again, thanks for making me not feel ashamed of myself.

[blueshinefox]

Today I offer you a favorite character of mine that caters specifically to myself

@vogue-valentine @peachywander @tashastar678 @monochromejones

last fictional character in ur camera roll just adopted u

(Yes I did do this only because I want him to adopt me. Fuck off)

tags: @cryptidwithaninternetconnection @reggie-the-inferi @gingerbreadeel24 @pickupstyx

and whoever the fuck sees this

[fanficriter]

BNHA SMAU !

They kiss another girl! (Continuation)

Click here for the last part!

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki

Note: Lowkey do not know how to make serious smaus this kinda horrible…

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Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Ejiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Tamaki Amajiki

Tag list: @reidvsbae @katbug37 @krak-jj @depresso-espresso81

[minkdelovely]

hands on

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Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: smut lite, chest fluff worship, reader on top ❤️‍🔥

word count: 568

author’s note: this was a little gift for @hazelfoureyes and @sugoi-writes based off this delicious fan art from @rib_roast_a5 on twitter. it didn’t feel quite right to keep it to ourselves, so here’s a steamy blurb for your enjoyment! i promise i’m not trying to push a hand kink agenda either… 😅

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Eternity was generous in moments like this. You had lost track of time, seconds passing like the listless rhythm of a leaky faucet.

Drip…

Drop.

Tick…

Tock.

It was a rare gift in Hell, and one that you never took for granted. Committing it all to your memory for safekeeping.

You had been riding him for quite some time, the need overcoming the two of you so suddenly you had hardly undressed after making it back to your room. You recalled how poised Alastor had still managed to look kicking his shoes off and removing his coat — and how sinful he looked pulling off one of his gloves with his teeth.

Though nothing could beat the expression on his face when you tore open his shirt before impaling yourself on his lap.

He still had the same intense look in his eyes, searing you with hunger and fascination as you fucked yourself on him. A wolfish grin on his lips and claws digging into the flesh of your hips as your fingers gripped and pulled at the tufts of hair on his chest. Heady pants and moans spilling easily from your open mouth as you maintained eye contact, your walls clenching around Alastor’s length as you saw dark blood fall down his chin in your peripheral. He often did this, quite literally biting back the sounds of his own pleasure in his desire to absorb all you had to give.

All that he could claim.

“Enjoying yourself, dearest?”

The question came out through gritted teeth and shortened breath. A thick swallow and drawn brows betraying his effort to remain stoic after a particularly salacious roll of your hips.

Reflexively, you grabbed handfuls of the hair on his pectorals from the strained sound of his voice, earning you a shaky groan that you could feel under your fingers; the vibration seeming to travel through them straight to your cunt, dousing his cock in more of your arousal. The wet sounds of your laps meeting only tightening the hot coil in your belly.

“Mhmm,” is all you manage to respond, nodding your head in emphasis as you switched from bouncing to grinding. Relishing the ache of him pressing deep into your core and crying out as Alastor began to thrust up into you, finally reciprocating a need for friction.

Another rumble from his clenched jaw as he matched your rhythm while you massaged circles on his chest. Humming at how good the plush, soft hair felt between your fingers.

Suddenly Alastor shifted his weight, putting it all on his shoulders as his legs bent up, slamming his hips into you as you fell forward from the force of it. Your wanton screams now muffled by the hair that your digits had been tangled in only seconds before. There was barely any time to process the switch before your orgasm washed over you, your muted cries harmonizing with the deep groan caused by his own release.

Alastor hummed as he felt your heavy breath hot against him, right over his rapidly beating heart. Your fingers lazily curled around tendrils of his chest hair while he pet your back as he slowly pulled out. Unable to fight the relaxed, pleased smile that spread across his face as you whined from the loss and nuzzled his chest when a thought came to mind.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you owe me a shirt.”

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tag list: @fairyv-ice, @wat4r, @midorichoco, @raynerrold, @krak-jj, @tremendoushearttaco, @redfoxwritesstuff, @chibistar45, @kaylopolis, @cutiebimbo, @lousypotatoes, @rfox1998, @cosmiccandydreamer, @stardustandbrimstone, @cherry-cola-100, @wonderlandangelsposts, @catticora, @velvette3, @sailorsmouth, @alastorthirsty, @reath-solia, @junieshohoho, @cxrsedwxrlds, @fraugwinska, @littlebluefishtail

[simplygojo]

The Devil He Made Me - Masterlist

ꨄ︎ author's note: I've decided to make a masterlist for the series I am writing called "The Devil He Made Me" which is actually inspired by the song Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin, well at least one chapter (one of the final chapters) is based off this song.

ꨄ︎ series status: ongoing - updated 1-2x per week

ꨄ︎ series warnings: 18+ content, violence, eventual smut, angst, alcohol use (once), mentions of d*ath,

ꨄ︎ pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

ꨄ︎ wattpad link

SERIES SUMMARY:

After being discovered by Satoru Gojo and his first-year students in a dangerous situation-and with only fragmented memories of her past-y/n is taken under Gojo's watchful supervision at Jujutsu High. As she adjusts to her new life, an unspoken bond between her and Gojo grows, intensifying as they work together to unravel the mystery of her past and how she ended up in such peril. But as they dig deeper, a darker truth within her cursed energy is revealed, drawing unwanted attention from dangerous forces. Has this sinister power always been inside her, or is it something new? With time running out, y/n must uncover the truth-before it's too late.

CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12;

all chapters should be available under #tdhmm

BONUS BLURBS:

Gojo’s POV: Moment on the Bench - Ch 6. Extension Chapter 8 Teaser..

SERIES TAGLIST:

@mawhoreagaa; @peqch-pie; @blue-serendipity; @simplyyyuji; @starrnai; @sorcerersseestars; @n1vi; @angryglitterperfection; @krak-jj; @coweringbear; @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni; @cococola-cocaine; @sdv98o; @theendx888; @dvmb4ssbiatch; @sugxryratz; @kinny-away; @crankyarchives; @enfppuff; @reactwithjan; @blubearxy; @mystic-megumi; If you’d like to be added to the series tag list, leave a comment below:)

[dynabolt]

🌕 moonstruck

social media au smau | bakukami / kamibaku

synopsis: denki, member of a popular rock band HEROES, is a secret fan of katsuki who is a horror game streamer. when he accidentally tweets about him on main instead of his secret fan account, he decides to just roll with it until. that is until he catches the attention of a certain somebody…

genre: band / streamers au, crack treated seriously, humor

status: complete !!!!

tag list (ask to be added!): @jkoowarre @bnhababe @daetko @spongeybrain @krak-jj @mystiriuminc @xn4vyl1c1ousx @fantrash @shotos-angelic-whore @amaiwrites @sleepydisorder @robinsgochirp

characters:

HEROES band members

Bakusquad streamers

intros:

HEROES

Bakusquad

chapters:

[0.1] oh wrong account

[0.2] F in the chat

[0.3] speak of the devil

[0.4] that went well

[0.5] fight back

[0.6] the way to a man’s heart

[0.7] tuned in

[0.8] world pause

[0.9] do this properly

[10.] scared

[11.] new day new me

[12.] aw shucks

[13.] wrong account: electric boogaloo

[14.] concert day

[15.] Together Again

[jazjelspen]

my angel baby (part 7)

alastor w/ angel daughter reader

(note: the reader’s first day at the Hazbin Hotel!! Wishing her the best of luck!…)

(tags: @wildfire153 @nevermorekisses @corvidae-00 @des-deswain5621 @thekanrojimitsuri2 @mo-0-o @pooplyface1423 @insomniacfigure @potaturkey17 @just-here-reading @avitute @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @1potato2rulethemall @sirenetheblogger @krak-jj @kiraisastay )

my editorrr: @kruncher

Laid beneath the heavy hotel sheets and warm blanket provided by your room, was you.

You would twist and turn under the covers, as if trapped in an upcoming dream that was meant to either haunt or kiss you with kindness and love yet despite this of course your slumber would soon be interrupted by the loudness of a few rows of knocks.

At first it awakened you slightly, your eyes barely opening but your mind not completely conscious.

But just as your eyes were about to close again to go back to sleep there was another set of incredibly loud knocks to which this time got your brain to finally react.

Your arms slowly brought your body up in a sit-up position, uncovering yourself from the sheets to get your legs over and off the bed, feet now snuggling in some cozy slippers.

Your nightwear was simple but comfortable, fitting exactly all your right preferences and into your favorite colors and/or patterns. It seemed to slightly resemble pj's from the more modern times but with your own 30s twist on it for nostalgia.

You would've ignored the knocks and stayed in bed longer, but you were never much of a sloth in heaven so you got up as you usually would.. yet somehow you were even more sleepier and tired down here.

Turning on a single lamp just to brighten up the room you slowly moved up to the door and opened it immediately-- not the safest move but here you were.

Opening it up you encountered yet again that damned face.

"Hel--!" you closed the door on the visitor, you were not in the mood to talk to him while he was acting all bright and loud at your front door like some sort of overzealous salesman.

But he wouldn't leave until he got to finish what to say, you knew that very well from him.

'Just see what he wants and get it over with.. the faster you deal with him the quicker he'll be away..'

With a reluctant sigh, you opened once more.

"--lo!" you let him finish his single word greeting before you crossed your arms with attitude, not exactly thrilled about this.

"What do you want, can't you see I am sleeping?.."

Alastor cackled lightly, "Sleeping? Oh dear then you must be sleep walking right now!"

"I…wha..” Your eyes squinted in confusion, barely understanding what the hell he’s saying with how slow your brain was processing all this “You know what- I'm not in the mood to play games with you right now so what exactly do you want..”

“Oh darling stop acting so harshly, I’m just here to tell you to come down and eat! You missed breakfast with everyone and you know how the princess wants you to meet the rest of the residents properly!..” he paused, then went back with a slightly ominous tone “-it doesn’t seem like your setting a good first impression on yourself my dear.”

You tensed up, knowing that to some extent he could be right— and you really wanted to get back home soon after the fight..

You sighed, “I’ll go down when I want to and when I think I'm ready— and do you ever leave people alone? I constantly ask you to fuck off and you just don’t.”

His grin widened, it irked you more “No dear, I don’t.”

“...Noted.” And for the last time you slammed the door in front of his face again and you locked it with no intent to open it a third time for him if he knocked again.. which luckily for you he didn't.

Turning your heel you then proceeded to drop down on the bed and lay flat on your back.

"Please.." you mumbled, your eyes and chest heavy, "Please.. help me get through this and get back home safely.."

Although.. Alastor behind the door wasn’t exactly thrilled. After all, you told your own father to walk away and bite the curb.

He began grumbling under his breath, your disrespect really starting to claw at him.

“Who in the world would tell their own father who raised them himself to ‘fuck off’.. where did I fail in raising this wretched girl..” yet a part of him knew he couldn’t blame you, you had much good reason to act this way.. but he always preffered to be the one in the right.

If he wasn’t so desperate to try to regain your respect, admiration, and acceptance he would’ve held the door opened and had his shadow scare the absolute soul out of you as to teach you a lesson—

But he knows that will only drive you away even more, so he bit his tongue.

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You rushed downstairs with your shoes clicking every step of the way, dusting yourself off and fixing your halo as you went down the stairs.

Reaching the end you turned your head to the left where the seating area was, the right to see a space of nothing. Both ways were quiet, no signs of life you could hear or see at the moment

"Hm.." taking a few cautious steps forward to continue to eye your surroundings, becoming a little nervous that maybe you took much longer to get ready than you initially thought.

"Hello?.." Your voice echoed and bounced across the large spaces inside the hotel, light vaguely shining from the glass windows and doors that lead as the main entrance and exit of the building. The air floating several dots of small dust against the light and the silence could almost be deafening--

until you walked a bit further into the middle of the place.

"New here?" A low and deep voice cut through the empty sound, booming from a turquoise green environment that seemed to be dressed up as a bar.

The bar looked a bit out of place compared to the rest of the red color schemes of the hotel, not only does the green and blue hues make it pop more but it seems as if it was ripped right out of a building and placed in there.

You turned and faced the direction of the voice-- although weary you really wanted to find the princess to apologize for your oversleeping.

Walking towards the voice you noticed that it was a dark brown cat with silver fur, a hat, bowtie, a unique set of wings, and a calm scowl on his face. He seemed to be leaning against the bar and cleaning a glass with a small towel. He seemed to be looking at you and referencing you as well.

"Oh! Hello mister!.." you walked up to the bar hastily, giving him a very small wave as you came up "You know where I could find her highness?.. I need to apologize for coming down here late..!"

The anthropomorphic cat shrugged his shoulders as he then went to place the now clean glass in his hands down and bring up another one and start cleaning that too. His eyes going from you to the actions he's doing "For all I know she's probably up in her room preparing her next 'lesson plan'. Other than that, I know shit to nothing."

You felt slightly discouraged as you looked off to the side "Well.. then, I suppose I just have to wait?" you asked, your brows furrowing in concern and eyes widening in a sort of 'doe' way. Not like you were trying to, it was just part of your look.

"I wouldn't know, stay here, stay there, stay anywhere. Not like it matters."

There was a pause, you thought that maybe this could be a good time to ask some questions and get an idea of how things work here. "May I stay here for a bit? If you don't mind?.. "

And with a second shrug of his shoulders, he said "Be my guest."

"Thank you.." you pulled out one of the bar stools in front of the bartender and sat on one of them with your arms leaning against the bar table and awkwardly just sitting there-- until you spoke up again.

"Sooo.." you started, the bartender looking up at you almost disinterested "How are you.. sir?.."

Another slight pause, he replies "Who cares, and just call me Husk it saves the more words you would have to say."

"O--kay!.. well uhm.. sir- Husk!" you leaned against the bar table yourself to try to start making proper conversation.

"So.. after all this-- you know the fight between Heaven and Hell.. I'm planning to go home ri--"

"Yeah yeah, what about it?" he interrupted you, your impression of him not really turning out very well.

"Uh.. so.. what I'm trying to ask is- how do I survive this place till I get to go back home? Any ways to avoid trouble or maybe at least not come off bad to the rest of the residents?.."

Husk took a moment staring at his glass that he was cleaning, seeing as he now had a new customer who needed advice from this experienced bartender. He would calmly set down his towel before responding,

"Coming off bad is the least of your problems down here, to survive you must avoid sticking out like a sore thumb.. which doesn't exactly seem like an option for you since you look like a fuckin' glowstick."

Your shoulders perked up in slight embarrassment, barely recognizing that somehow you seemed to faintly glow against the dark colors and shadows of your environments since you've been down here.

"But you also must make sure to connect to the right people, and avoid making deals with sinners that only want to drag you through the mud for their own benefit."

That part seemed to peak your interest a bit.. "Avoid and connect.. who would you recommend for those two things?.. is there anyone in particular I should shy away from?"

"I would say stay an arm's length away from everyone in hell, even in the hotel." He seemed to be looking down under his bar table, reaching for something.

"Not all of us are bad but it's more of a chance for you to get back home unscathed. Besides that, the Princess would be a good person to befriend."

"Hmm.. " you hummed in thought, feeling a bit curious about wanting to know if Alastor is someone to be wary of here. You already knew that he wasn't someone good to stick with but needing the opinions of others would help and set you at ease.

"Well.. should I stay away from the red deer man?--"

"Stay away from him at all costs." Husk's voice seemed to raise in volume slightly as he unintentionally slammed a bottle of juice down on the table.

Oh..well that made you jump slightly.

"That demon you seem to be referring to, is Alastor, he isn't someone to be taken lightly. An overlord like him shouldn't be dealt with in any way.."

"Wait.. What's an overlord, mister?.."

"..It's someone who's gained power down here for centuries, dealing with souls and owning many of them gives you that kind of status.." there was a bit of a somber expression on his face as he then went to pour the liquid in the glass in front of him.

"Alastor is one that you should stay away from, at all costs. That sadistic fuck only kills and kills for fun and manipulates those for their souls," He then pushed the glass lightly at your hands that were resting on the table, gliding across the wood only to lightly bump into you. Your hands themselves are a bit too shocked to even move at the moment.

"I can't imagine what he would want with yours but considering your own status.. wouldn't be surprised if he took an interest in you."

'I guess I was right,' you thought 'he's still as sick in the head as he was before..'

you wanted to tear up, you weren't quite sure why.

maybe you hoped that he wasn't as bad as you remembered.

that maybe you exaggerated.

that your memory failed you.

that for your sake, he somehow changed, that he learned his lesson down here.

instead he thrived, thrived and overcame, took over and is now an 'overlord'..

he only got worse and played into his sick fantasies and killed more than you could imagine for his own benefit.

you bit your lip lightly as if trying to hold something back, hold your disappointment in.

"So.. is it fair to say he is a bit famous for being a merciless killer?.."

"Basically it."

'as if it couldn't get any worse.'

Husk seemed to notice your conflicting expressions, since he seemed to sound a bit more gentle this time. "Look, kid, this whole thing will be some kind of culture shock. But just stay away from him and others similar, you're only asking for trouble if you do."

You were in fact, just a kid.

Maybe not one by definition, mentally you're not the same as the day you died, but inside you're still a little girl somehow. Scared and frightened, weary of the world--

a girl who needs her god-forsaken father.

but he isn't worth it.

since he's become who he truly was, and belongs right where he is.

"Follow that, and you'll get home just fine." and just like that Husk backed away to go work at the back of the bar to leave you with your thoughts, assuming that perhaps the full realization of the dangers in hell and how close they are could be infecting your brain.

Letting you take a minute to breathe, you finally looked down at the glass below your chin on the table.

It was a cup of a colorful liquid, you held the cup and put it up your nose to smell if there was alcohol.

None at all.

Your brows raised a bit in intrigue, maybe just the fact that you were an angel or seemed a bit young gave him the idea to give you anything that wasn't alcohol..

He seems like a good bartender.

You brought the drink up to your lips to quench that subtle thirst you had, the flavor of the drink tasted just as good as it would have in heaven or in life.

"Heyy Huskyy!" a new unique voice exclaimed from your right hand side, the noises of the bar chair moving in and out made you stiffen slightly.

Husk turned only to aggressively point a finger at the new person beside you. "Do not call me that yo--"

"Yeah yeah, anyway could you give me something fun with a bit of a kick to it?"

The cat rolled his eyes as he proceeded to grab a clean cup to mix something similar up to what this guest wanted. "Why? Finally something good happened to you for once?"

"Basically yeah, I got no shoots to do today due to Val's car breaking down and the guys he hired got kidnapped by a gang so I don't have to see my boss's bald head all fuckin' day! You know how amazing that is??"

You took a moment to move your head slightly to take a peak at this new person, surprisingly they seemed to look back at you too.. eyes widening slightly in the process.

It was a tall and slim guy that dressed rather provocatively, had fur that seemed soft to the touch and the extra arms and eyes seemed to give you an idea that he was a kind of spider sinner, his color scheme full of soft and hot pinks. A rather interesting individual to say the least..

"Say.. aren't you the angel gal that Charlie won't shut up over? You're much prettier than I thought you'd be."

"Lay off her Angel, the kid's got enough on her plate as it is."

"Now now whiskers, I haven't even gotten to introduce myself!-" he then proceeded to take out one of his four gloved hands towards you, waiting for you to shake it.

"The names Angel Dust toots, famous pornstar in all of hell!" he bragged, exclaiming proudly and seemingly posing as well.

Wait..

That Angel Dust?

The sinner that Charlie presented as her evidence of the hotel?

"Hey.. I.. think I know you.." you mumbled, your head turning slightly and slowly shaking his hand back while in a sort of an ‘awe’ trance.

Angel Dust chuckled a bit, a tint of awkwardness behind it. "Sweetheart!.. you seem too young to be watching my work!.."

"I.. no nononono! not like that!--" you shook your hands in panic, eyes widening in shock as you tried your best to get your words out. "I meant as in I've seen you before when Princess Charlie was presenting her evidence to the court in heaven!.. "

"Oh? Now this is new.." Angel leaned against the bar table yet his whole body faced you as he spoke to you. "Charlie hasn't told me about this yet.."

"Yes!.. you seemed to be developing quite well in reaching heaven! Of course there's some.. issues I see there are with both places so I'm unsure how it's going exactly but!.." you smiled more fondly at him, a genuine expression with a sense of hopeful pride for him "You seem to be making amazing progress!.. genuinely, I think if you keep it up.. you'll make it just fine!"

Angel's eyes warmed up a bit, his expression changing into one in which it feels almost bittersweet. "Pfft, kid you and your ideas are cute but it's too late for m--"

A sudden poof of a shadow solidified into none other than of course, that demon of a formal man.

"Greetings! I see we're all mingling in vibrant conversation here."

You held back the biggest urge to let out the loudest sigh in all your afterlife.

'Where's the princess when you need her..'

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It was an early evening in New Orleans, and Alastor had some business to attend to.

Unfortunately, he didn't have anyone to look after you and he wasn't willing to leave you alone at home even if you were only thirteen years of age.

Your adolescent years were the years in which Alastor knew he would fear the most. He knew that the youth of today like to frolic in hobbies and places that are considered taboo and absolutely prohibited.. not like he was one to judge he's been a serial killer for almost decades at this point.

Nonetheless, he didn't need you to get any ideas to misbehave while he was gone. Even if you were one of the most well-behaving children in the world he knew that even the smallest of thoughts can plant seeds of defiance in the mind.

He would rather not risk anything.

"Hurry now _____! We can't be any minute late now! Remember, punctuality is good character!" He exclaimed from the exit of your shared house while holding your jacket and thick scarf in his hands and his own on his back, the small thuds and clicks of shoes against the wooden floor rushing out of your room and through the halls that connected every other room in the home.

"I'm here, father!.. I'm here!" you scrambled up as you fixed yourself up by straightening your outfit and dusting yourself off.

"Good girl, now remember darling we're going to be in a place where only adults belong." He spoke as he would then be putting your coat on for you, with you helping out by sticking your arms out in the process of it all.

"Young impressionable girls such as yourself should never ever be in places like those until you're of age, the only reason why I'm even taking you with me is because I can't bear the thought of leaving you alone while there's a wild killer on the loose!" He would straighten your jacket for you, wrap your scarf around your neck and tuck it in to keep you warm, make sure your gloves were set right and as the cherry on top would then pet your head gently with care.

"I can't have my one and only daughter out for the slaughter now can I?" Real funny Al... "Just keep in mind, don't talk to anyone while walking through there, well anyone that isn't your.. aunt."

You nodded enthusiastically, a tingle of excitement swelling in your chest in finally seeing such a place! Even being in there would make you feel like a cool grown up!.. like getting a small glance at the forbidden fruit of Eden.

"Yes yes, of course father!"

"Good good, now hop to it!"

Cheering as he opened the door for you to exit first, soon after he exited and locked the door behind him. He would continue to lead the way through there.

It was a very cold winter this year, as if it was threatening to snow at any moment yet never did. Cold winds would blow in your faces causing you to sneeze a few times but nothing major. Alastor seemed perfectly unaffected by the weather, nothing but calm and content with his permanent smile on his face. You held up your own smile as well.

The walk was quiet with small chatter between the two of you here in there, mostly your father asking you if you were okay and how he's going to make sure to brew up some warm stew when you both come back home.

It wasn't too much of a walk, most clubs were nearby due to how high demand they are but father always forbid you to ever go in them let alone peek inside, but since he will be around and has given you permission to see the forbidden, the air that hit you only ended up feeling like a chill of excitement instead.

You two finally arrived at the entrance, jazz music booming against the doors only heightened your senses even more.

Alastor looked at you from over his shoulder, "Behind me dear, keep your hands to yourself, don't talk to strangers, don't accept anything from strangers, and if anything happens just scream for me and I'll assist you.. oh and don't get far, stay behind and close at all times so I don't lose you." You could've sworn you've heard these rules many times even in public places that weren't clubs, but you simply nodded and obeyed.

Now that you properly noticed, he seemed to be dressed rather more sophisticated than usual. You would usually see him dressed this way for nights out and you could even smell that specific cologne he would put on when visiting jazz clubs in town so it does make sense but.. why was he wearing his work coat and not his going-out coat?... Maybe it wasn't anything but, you knew how calculated your father was to an extent.

He knocked on the door, when it was opened a tall man was seen through the crack. Alastor mumbled something to the man and the door widened further, seemingly accepting the two of you with just a few simple words from your father.

You two walked in and you stayed close to him as you were told, yet your eyes were widened and wandering around like birds in the wild.

Your brain was trying to absorb all the colors, noises, and smells all at once-- the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and cigars weren't pleasant in the slightest but the sweet and tangy scents of women's perfume and men's cologne were a treat to your nose.

It was surprisingly much warmer inside, aside from all the people here you also assumed that the collective body heat, sweat, and breaths made the room much more manageable than the winter streets.

People were on either side of the room eating, drinking, chatting to their heart's content while the others danced their souls out and listened to jazz with pure enthusiasm and joy you have only ever seen at those parties your father has taken you before.

Cheering, yelling, laughing, and talking were amongst one of the noises you heard aside from the music blasting across the room.

The various colors of women's dresses, heels, make up, and accessories had every color of the rainbow while men's suits would mostly be muted or monochrome at best, but there were few specks of color amongst the men at times.

"Whoa.." your throat couldn't help but show your amazement for all that was around. A twinge of amazement growing and growing each step of the way.

You two stopped in front of a large bar, Alastor stopped to talk to the bartender before pausing and looking back at you to continue following him. He seemed a bit peeved from that short interaction.

'Dad says he had business with someone here.. does it have to do with auntie?'..'

A huff of air escaped through your nostrils while you followed closely, saying a few 'excuse me miss/mister' here in there while passing by. Many people noticed you but didn't bother, or others didn't even acknowledge you due to them being caught up in their own world.

You two walked to the very back of the club where the band was playing their hearts out, you seemed to have walked behind the stage where the decorative curtains hid behind the stage and covered where the magic is made. It was much darker compared to the brightly lit place, there seemed to be a short hall of several backstage rooms, more specifically dressing rooms for singers or performers.

You two stopped yet again but at the entrance of one of the rooms, you smiled when your dad then started knocking on it twice. After all, it had the name 'Mimzy' plastered in bold.

The door was opened with slight caution but soon opened wide when the voice inside realized who it was that knocked on her door, "Alastor! Sweetie, doll face! Didn't expect you to visit me so soon, come in! And-- oh! My, do my eyes deceive me--"

Your smile only widened further when you finally felt the warmth of two familiar arms, the scent of, what the ladies would call 'Chanel No.5' basically slapped you in the face along with the smell of cigarettes and tobacco- even the feathers in her hair made your nose tickle but you didn't mind, since it was none other than!--

"Auntie Mimzy!!"

"______ dear! Why it's so good to see your little self again, look you've grown so much since the last time I've seen you!"

You giggled at her claim, "But auntie! You saw me only two weeks ago!"

She gasped, her hand over her mouth as if surprised "Oh my goodness! You've got to be kiddin' me! You've grown sooo much in just two weeks! What does your father even feed you huh?"

You giggled along with her before Alastor cleared his throat to catch the attention of the only girls in the hall.

"Why Mimzy dear, I absolutely hate to interrupt your ladies talk but I fear that there's some business you and I must discuss quickly?"

"Oh! Right!.." Mimzy then went to hold your hand gently, the sound of her heels clicked as she tugged you inside the dressing room "Come in dear, I have a few treats I've been given by a few admirers, so you can have some chocolate or cake while I talk to your daddy, does that sound good sweetheart?"

You nodded enthusiastically, almost jumping in excitement after hearing that. "Mhm mhm! Thank you sosososo much auntie! You're the best!!"

"Of course sweetheart, they are all on the vanity." She would then release your hand while you rushed towards the opened heart box full of deserts, you looked at them with such delight before you picked out your favorite and dug in.

Your father and auntie then walked out of the room, but before they closed the door Alastor only said one thing to you "We're right behind the door, if you need anything we're simply going to be here talking okay?"

"O-kay!" you spoke while eating the treats of your choice.

Although..

Gosh... you knew you weren't supposed to but--

'wait.. why couldn't they talk while I'm here?.. maybe it's adult business but- I'm grown enough to at least talk around!..' you frowned slightly while munching. You took your last bite before you took a moment to just sit there in thought..

'maybe just-- just for one second..? it shouldn't be anything bad.. im grown enough to hear this I'm sure..' you then decided to just take slow and quiet steps towards the door of the dressing room, hearing the two hushed voices seemingly quarreling calmly.. but it was still a bit tough to hear everything coherently so you could only try to make out what words they were saying with your ear pressed against the door.

all you could hear is your father say these few broken words:

"mimzy..... my friend.... is all... give...."

Mimzy replied with something along the lines of:

"....great help...but.....really it?.....wont help me any....."

He responded in a bit of a-- snarky tone?.. it was too faint to fully comprehend but you did hear him say:

"......won't risk.... for you...... my daughter...... care of it yourself......"

'Huh?' you thought, a bit concerned 'why am I mentioned.. what about me?..'

There was a sudden pause before you heard more muffled talking but you stopped focusing on what they were saying when you realized that the door knob started jiggling.

Uh oh.. guess they finished a bit sooner than anticipated!

'Oh fu-'

The door widened a bit harshly by Mimzy, she seemed much upset this time herself but at least they both came with a smile.. her's more forced.

Thank goodness you were fast enough to have sprinted and hopped on the chair in front of your aunt's before they could've seen you eavesdrop on them first.

"Well my dear, let's get back home now! All I needed to do was to talk about something important with Mimzy, let's get started on that stew now so you won't catch a cold so soon!"

You nodded sheepishly as you waved at Auntie Mimzy, she seemed a bit too upset to properly acknowledge you at first but she would soon shine back a brighter smile than before and then pet your head quickly. "Bye bye dearie! Don't forget to give your father a hard time at some point! A bit of rebellion is good for the soul!..”

You just smiled as you brightly before rushing towards Alastor, who seemed unimpressed. He turned his back towards the exit with you following behind and exiting yourself, closing the door behind him carefully before putting said hand behind your shoulders to lead you outside the establishment.

Your head almost turned back to where you were before due to the sudden distant noises of glass breaking and high pitched squeals of anger pounding against the door that held them back, Alastor kept your head forward from looking behind.

A few minutes later, you two were now outside the club. The inside was just the same as it was when you first walked in. As the door closed behind the two of you Alastor took a moment to just stand there, you followed what he did.

He simply looked forward with an almost blank smile, until his chin slowly looked down at you. It brightened, warmed up, his glasses glistening with his eyes even for just a moment.. a glistening that was only empty from his eyes if he wasn't looking at his pride of joy.

You looked up at him and smiled back warmly, innocent yet fearless.

His few words to you before you two finally walked home couldn't help but make you wrap his arms around his torso into a strong hug, and his arms around your shoulders and caressed your hair that he took care of each morning of every day.

"I will never let anything hurt a single hair on your head, my little dove."

He will protect you from all that threatens to linger, shelter you from the evil world for as long as he can.. for as long as he lives.

And keep you as oblivious as you can possibly be.

[wellnoe]

This is aperture au: an AU made up by Will (@boo-cool-robot, who did most of the plot and writing) and me (visuals) where Magneto takes a teen Scott in before Xavier, and Scott’s subsequent radicalization causes him to undergo a schism with x-men leader/lover jean after he eventually joins the team. Because if you really love characters, you just want them to have an ideological divorce! 

The au is named after the code-name scott is given by magneto, which he returns to after the events of this comic (Aperture–like an opening for light to pass through, a focus in a lens.) 

[Image description: Full color comic. Whole comic has a layout where each page has 3 columns. Jean is in the left column, and scott is in the right.

Page 1

Panel 1: Scott and Jean explore a grim, industrial, apparently abandoned basement lab. Jean inspects a peeled back vent cover. Scott bends down to open a filing cabinet drawer. Jean: "This is too clean to have been opened by a crowbar. Almost looks like how I would have used my TK a few years ago."

2: Scott leans back, back of his fist to his mouth in shock. He says: "Marvel Girl, you need to see this. Use my eyes. Please."

3: Jean turns, using her telepathy to look at the file Scott has found. Her telepathic eyes see what he sees. There is a Polaroid of young Scott and Alex. Alex smiles at the camera, while Scott holds his brother and glances away. Alex's file describes him as 'Yearly tag and release'.

The other page in the file has a letterhead reading “Home for Foundlings” and a logo depicting an abstract parent and child, forming a red diamond shape. Cut-off text reads, “Summers, Scott/Seong-Mi/S-...Impaired expressive speech and sound sensitivity worsened after 3 days of social ostracism from peers…electroconvulsion. Energy generation potential unaffected. Continued social impairment, likely auti…”

Scott has already turned toward a door, frowning. 

4: Jean puts a comforting hand on Scott’s shoulder while he turns away from her. Scott (Telepathically): "I used to remember having a brother. He told me I was just confused, that I’d imagined him." Jean (Telepathically): "Who told you that?"  Scott reaches to open the door. Scott (Out loud): "I don’t know, it was all…"

5: Scott, quietly: "Sinister."

They have stepped through into the next room, where Mister Sinister’s silhouette looms in the foreground, breaking the barriers between the three columns. Jean puts her arm out in front of Scott to shield him. Scott has shrunk in on himself. 

Page 2:

Panel 1: Scott has his arms crossed. Jean, glowing with telepathy, puts a hand next to Mister Sinister’s head where he lies between scott and jean. Jean: "He can’t hear us. He’s in some kind of psionic trance. His body is here, but his mind is on the Astral Plane."

2: Scott: "So he’s vulnerable." Jean is startled: " What?" Scott: "We could end him here. Before he gets to-- anyone else. Before he gets to Alex again." 

3: Jean’s telepathy flares, she is confused, but stubborn. Jean: "We’re X-Men, we can’t just kill someone defenseless. We won’t get anything out of him if he’s dead." Scott faces her, angry and disbelieving. Scott: "You really think if you [Telepathically: implicate, integrate] ask him, he’ll say anything that those files out there don’t?"

A figure approaches through the open doorway, obscured by Jean and Scott’s world bubbles.

4: Jean’s telepathy flare is the strongest yet. She is hurt, beseeching. she says: "The Professor taught us to give people chances. He gave you a chance when you joined the team." Scott is quietly angry. Scott: "Maybe if he were smarter, he wouldn’t have. You wouldn’t–..." Jean:  "Are you saying you shouldn’t be here with me?" 

 The figure gets closer, raising a board to her shoulder. 

5: The figure is revealed to be madelyne pryor, wearing the marvel girl dress, as she swings a board at Sinister’s head. She hits him with a “KRAK”. Telepathy flares out from Sinister’s form and from the panel as he’s hit. Jean and Scott watch her, Jean’s mouth open in shock, her telepathic eyes watching from Scott's eyes as well, while Scott looks untethered.

Page 3: Mads is in the middle column.

Panel 1: Jean and Scott reach their hands out towards Mads. Mads has her hands up in front of her. They are all frozen in place. Scott [Telepathically]: "Who is she?"

Mads [TP]:  "I can hear them."

Jean [TP]: "She looks like me." Mads [TP]: "I was supposed to be her."

Scott [TP]: "She killed him. That could have been Jean." Jean [TP]: "Scott thinks it should have been me." 

2: Mads flees past Scott, who is still frozen. Jean turns as Mads runs, half reaching out toward her. Mads [TP]:  "I can’t be her. I can’t be here." The thoughts become disjointed, unattached from the people who are thinking them, hanging in the air of the room.

3: Scott runs after Mads. The unattached thoughts begin to fill the space between him and Jean: "I can’t be her, That could have been me, I can’t be here". Jean watches Scott, frozen in place, and starts to cry. Telepathic energy comes off her in waves. Scott [TP]: "That could have been Jean."

"I can't be here" repeats until it goes through the bottom of the panel and into the next panel. 

4: Jean is still frozen, crying. Her hands are pressed to her head as she is crowded by the telepathic thought bubbles surrounding her. She gets stuck on bubbles repeating over and over:

"I can’t be here, I can’t be here, I can’t be here."

Page 4:

Panel 1: Jean is still surrounded by thought bubbles. She reaches into the middle pane and tears a black rip through it, telepathically and with her hands. Her head and hands flare with telepathy. The edges of the rip burn like fire. She is still crying, angry. 

2: Thought bubbles disappear. Jean’s head is snapped back by the force of telepathic feedback. The black rip spreads wider, telepathic flame at edges, continuous with the previous panel.Scott, chasing Mads outside the lab, trips forward. Both Jean and Scott are losing control of their bodies, falling.

3: Jean and Scott both fall to the ground, unconscious, as the rip in the page spreads wider. 

4:  Black/end id]

[cashmakozume]

— seeing double

ᯓ m.list

␥ the living situation

— three isn't a crowd

⋮ yn, tobio, sugawara

⤷ suga actually lived alone but the twins moved in the moment they graduated high school so that he could help them with their university applications

⤷ the apartment complex they're staying in is a lot closer to university, making it a popular choice for other students

⤷ hinata, iwaizumi and ushijima stay in the same complex, just a few levels above

⤷ most group hangouts are held here

— the triple threat

⋮ oikawa, kuroo, daichi

⤷ oikawa wanted an apartment in town (which was way above his solo budget) and begged kuroo and daichi to be roommates so that he could split it

⤷ daichi initially wanted to stay with sugawara, but kuroo convinced him to 'not leave him alone with that fucker' (kuroo's words)

⤷ since the apartment complex is closer to town, it is a thirty minute drive to school

⤷ all three of them got their car licenses the moment they were legally allowed to

— the shoyo sitters

⋮ hinata, ushijima, iwaizumi

⤷ ushijima posted 'roommate wanted' ads to fill up the rest of the rooms

⤷ iwaizumi thought that it would be really quiet in the apartment but it turns out that ushijima was actually fun to talk to

⤷ hinata wanted to stay near his friends and applied, so the apartment isn't as peaceful quiet anymore

⤷ yn, tobio and sugawara stay a few floors below them (tobio told hinata to 'walk quieter')

— the whore house

⋮ akaashi, bokuto, hanamaki, kenma, matsukawa

⤷ bokuto had the idea of forming his very own hype house, which led to him asking everyone if they wanted to live with him

⤷ akaashi had his room reserved even before he graduated

⤷ oikawa told hanamaki and matsukawa about bokuto's idea and they joined the lease the very next day (hanamaki just wants to shake his ass in front of a camera)

⤷ kenma got manipulated convinced by kuroo and akaashi (mostly akaashi bc he said he needed another 'sane person' in the house)

miyako talks

— man i had so much fun doing this, i wanted to do it in the sims but i cannot be arsed to decorate LOL the roommates feel random, but i promise there's a reason for all of them! let me know what you think [send an ask or comment] i will YAP my ass off i've been sitting on this for so long!! i also wanted this out before the character introductions for some reason >:D

taglist [open!] [unable to tag, pls adjust your settings!]

— @staygoldsquatchling02 @garfieldissocool @krak-jj @yuminako @punkhazardlaw @lacunaanonymoused @bbybibi

[krakaheimr]

Character portraits made for the Chicago Spirit leaders, as part of my SCP/Chicago Spirit Call of Cthulhu campaign!

[puckpocketed]

19/12/2023 Seattle Kraken vs Dallas Stars

The Summer I Fell For Hockey - The Kraken Wagon: How to Stay Silly in the Face of Loss

I’m the asshole on the tram who’s watching hockey on their phone and not paying attention. This is how my afternoon commute home starts. I almost run into at least two people, I definitely trip a guy trying to get off the tram because I’m not looking, and I’m caught scrambling for the door after nearly missing my stop. My walk home is slowed by my unwillingness to take my eyes off the live feed. I’m sweating through an ill-advised sweater vest thrown on at 6 in the morning on my way out the door and my feet sting from the 5 hour shift I just finished — but I don’t care. The Kraken are down 0-2 and it feels like if I stop watching, if I even think about hurrying home through the swampy, muggy afternoon, the game will run away from us. 

“The Kraken are a wagon” is a sentiment I’ve come across repeatedly in my idle googling about my team. They’re a new team, my friend tells me over discord — she fell out of love with ice hockey years ago, some time back when the Kraken were first drafting their inaugural season lineup — and as soon as I hear it I am enamoured with them. A baby team! One that’s still building an identity, trying to figure out its core; and I’m already so charmed by their jerseys — toothpaste red, white, and blue, a squiggly tentacle ‘S’ for Seattle and a glaring sea monster’s eye — but a baby team? That’s the kind of story I can gorge myself on.

So they have me. I’m in and I’m reading primers and checking player stats, and I only find out about the “Kraken wagon” later. My squids have been in free fall all season, I learn this not long after I catch a game (their 0-3 defeat to the Minnesota Wild). This is what I get for choosing teams based on jersey colours, it’s not too late to swap loyalties — my regulars, who have by now heard all about my latent ice hockey obsession, tell me this as I pour their coffees. They don’t get it yet. If I truly didn’t like the Kraken, I’d have given up on them by now. The jersey colours, at this point, are immaterial. The jerseys are a cute bonus.

Here’s the rub: no one ever expected them to make the Stanley Cup playoffs in their second ever season of existence, but they did — or, some past incarnation of them did. The shadow that this playoffs run casts, even now, is where the “wagon” accusations stem from. But I didn’t join them when times were good. I joined them after an 8 game-long skid into the boards.

It’s hard to love something when all you ever see are the worst parts of it, some might assume. Looking through the Kraken tag tells an entirely different story. Loving the Seattle Kraken has come so easily to me largely due to the tiny group of die-hard followers I’ve come into contact with. I have a tab perpetually open on my second monitor at home when I’m watching games, set to the Kraken’s liveblog tag, and each time I’ve tuned in has been the ride of my life. It’s clear from the speed at which we like and reblog each other’s posts that we’re all regularly checking the tag when something happens. It’s like the world’s most intimate Twitch chat section, the world’s least intimate discord call. We’re mutuals and besties, strangers and fellow fans — I imagine if we were in the stands together, we’d look at each other when our Kraken score and cheer together, maybe we’d scream and laugh in half-disbelief.

The Dallas Stars are at the top of the Western Conference’s central division table, and they play like it. In the first few minutes of the match, Duchene and Seguin blast through and slip one past Daccord, no easy feat given he’s been on fire himself recently. Time after time, the Kraken’s power play is wrecked. The Kraken are being given the runaround, having to doggedly chase down intercepted pucks where the Stars’ passes always seem to connect. Recovery from 0-2 might seem impossible from where they are at the end of the first period, but the Kraken bring to the second period the same energy they had for their relentless puck hunting. Matty B and Tuna — Beniers and Tatar  — put us on the scoreboard and keep us in it, even as we lose Canner and Belly to injuries. Recovery from such an early and demoralising goal deficit isn’t impossible, just increasingly unlikely when you’ve got no superstars and are trying to throw off the wagon allegations.

That’s another thing: expectations are low. And not in a way that’s meant to disrespect the Kraken players — it’s closer to how animals might ball up and protect their vulnerable, soft bellies from harm. Losing, to be perfectly candid, fucking sucks. Reminding ourselves that any gains — no matter how trivial — still count as a win is one way to stave off the inevitable heartbreak. Another way we do it is, to paraphrase several Kraken bloggers,  “staying silly”.

If I were to distill the essence of silliness, I’d start with hockey itself. This game is a goofy one, in spite of my past assertions about warrior’s codes and narratives and unspoken honour. On-ice collisions can in fact be the height of slapstick comedy; and today the tension of a potential line brawl was broken with, of all things, the arena DJ playing Mortal Kombat music. As for the people? Even as the Kraken went down two goals halfway through the first period, the posts and memes rolled in. 

Watching sports is meant to be a leisure activity. If the stress of it ever becomes too much for me, stepping away is vital. Having the denizens of krakenblr being silly alongside me is like having an extra layer of armour between us and the heartache of loss. We crack jokes about manifesting wins, about freeing our boys from the penalty box (they’ve never done anything wrong in their lives, ever, and even if they did those assholes had it coming), about our players who are babygirls, about the endless double-entendre made by Forslund and Olczyk. For each time we scored, for each penalty taken, each power play and penalty kill the tone set by everyone was simple: stay silly. 

In the last minute of the third period, the Kraken rally for one final push. With Daccord pulled from the net the 6-man rush is relentless, and they manage to get up in the Stars’ faces. This is the grit that so inspired my admiration. Though the recaps on the news feed might only list one or two names on the assist, the last goal of third period is thanks to everyone on the ice. The Kraken players perform as their namesake implies: as one they are a many-armed leviathan, come to drag you and yours down, down, down, into the deep.

Vince Dunn — Dunner or Vincess depending on who you ask — keeps the puck from the blue line, Wenny snatches it away from a tight spot between two Stars, and everyone works to feed it back onto Bjorkstrand’s tape. Bjorkstrand’s shot cracks down the line and into the crease — and how’s this for poetry: from the same goddamn place on the ice he shot the last time he had to even up a game going into overtime — and the ensuing scuffle ends with Tolvy tipping it past Wedgewood. After a deeply frustrating review from the situation room, the goal is called good and we’re confirmed for overtime. Various posts to the effect of, “No matter what happens, I love you all. We’ll be okay,” flood the tag as I refresh my page. With them, it truly ain’t that serious; and going into overtime, even knowing the Kraken have one of the least impressive OT records in the league, truly cements it for me. The Kraken will be my team for the foreseeable future.

I won’t keep you in suspense, if you’re reading this from the outside looking in. The game ends in a loss. But I’m no heavier than I was when the game started. On the contrary, I’m lighter. The little reservoir of dread that had built up inside me in the early hours of the game has been emptied by a tidal wave of sweetness, of sincere well-wishes and optimism. To the Kraken fans I’ve interacted with so far: thank you all so much for what is possibly the warmest welcome I’ve ever received to a fandom space, thank you for making this game and this team so easy to love, thank you for shielding my tender flesh from loss and making even defeats a little fun.

So what if the Kraken are a wagon? It’s a clown wagon, and we’re riding it together; hand in silly hand.

[blueshinefox]

Attention, all who like Bravest Warriors!

Well, I'm really happy a lot of people liked my past two Cartoon Hangover crossover fanfics! I know most of my viewers liked it on account of Beth Tezuka from Bravest Warriors and Jack Krak from Super Fuckers was in these.

I mentioned that I would go straight to making a Bravest Warriors and Super Fuckers cartoon crossover story.

Because after resurrecting my love for Cartoon Hangover, I've gone all major fan about it and it seems like I remembered a whole lot about Cartoon Hangover.

In November 2012, when I first watched Cartoon Hangover as a child, I definitely did love it. But during that time, I really loved both Bravest Warriors and Super Fuckers instantaneously! And both Beth Tezuka and Jack Krak are SO cute! I love both Beth Tezuka from Bravest Warriors and Jack Krak from Super Fuckers so much! In October 2022, I remember the feeling when I created TezuKrak. This was absolutely a great feeling to create that crossover ship. And considering last year has brought it all back to me, with more positivity from a community, my imagination has gone full throttle!

For anyone who just found this drawing by ModernEddy01, he could have shipped Beth Tezuka X Jack Krak, but he didn’t. I’m so glad that I ship Beth Tezuka X Jack Krak.

Well, all I can say is that this story just might be even better than the ULTIMATE Story, and much like the ULTIMATE Story, it's a crossover. I'm going to post the story on Quotev, alright?

But, for starters, I made three one-shots on Quotev about Beth Tezuka X Jack Krak, and, of course, my two new crossover ships, Chris Kirkman X Princess Sunshine and Danny Vasquez X Grotessa.

Title: I Cherish You

Hope you guys will read it!

More Cartoon Hangover crossover fanart by other artists to come as well as other crossover one-shots as well in the future!

[thereal-danysaur]

Hello, [user_name].

My name is 2D, welcome to my dumpster fire

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C̸a̶n̷ ̴y̸o̸u̷ ̵h̷e̶a̷r̶ ̵m̴e̷.̴.̷?

I̴t̵’̶s̵ ̵working!

Hey!

>>About Me_:

I go by 2D/danysaur

-Previous names/further aliases:

•Krak-on/Kraken

•Phyllonana (Phyllo)

•Squidbeatz

I’m an artist who’s just trying to figure out their artstyle, so please cut me some slack

Do not copy or use art without consent or credit (depending on piece)

Minor, zero NSFW

Bday March 7th

Bisexual and demiromantic

>>Silly Fun About Me_:

I’m part of many (manymanymany) fandoms, some of my mains being:

•Madness Combat

•Eddsworld

•Pokèmon

•Splatoon/Coroika

•Spooky Month

•Homestuck

-I’m in a ton, there’s some more listed in my featured tags

Neon cyberpunk megacities🔛🔝

>>TW/DNI_:

I cuss a ton and don’t necessarily know when it’s too much

Sometimes I make jokes that may come off offensive or dirty (I use tone tags)

I’m married to all my moots (platonic)

-beware if you become mooties with me

The basic DNI’s:

>>Blogs_:

Blogs I own/help run:

@danys-delights (Frop oc rp blog)

@frops-and-rats (frat war askblog)

>>Credits_:

@/k1ssyoursister

@/aktrickster

@fropish

All of the above for dividers

[disasterbiwriter]

Tagged by our collective darling @belleandsaintsebastian to share a bit of a WIP. This is from Say What You Want... and I'm gonna pop it under a cut so those who want to avoid spoilers can!

Lane has fled and Luke is God knows where and Jess figures Babette and Patty are about to bustle in for brunch and goss, and what else the fuck is he supposed to do with Liz except escort her up to the apartment?

He’s spinning out. Liz in Stars Hollow. His mother, in his town. It feels apocryphal, in spite of the photographic evidence he once found at the bottom of a pile of William’s Hardware detritus: teenage Liz and Luke at the Gazebo, Liz at Stars Hollow High in Jess’s math classroom, Liz with a parcel of girls her age, all cobalt eyeshadow and Aquanet fumes, Liz in a fuschia taffeta monstrosity, sandwiched between her parents. Seeing the set of William’s shoulders and the slant of his brow made Jess feel like looking into a funhouse mirror or a crystal ball. Behold thy future.

“Have a seat,” the autopilot feature of his brain says. “Do you want, uh, coffee? Or tea?”

“No caffeine for me,” Liz chirps. She rummages into the giant bag slung over her shoulder and pulls out a slightly crushed, bright pink box. “But I’d love some tea!” She passes the box to him.

“Tea. Sure.”

He busies himself with setting their ancient kettle to boil, reading the box of tea in desperate dissociation – Also known as holy basil, the label informs him, tulsi is a sacred plant for many in India and may have anti-inflammatory properties – and tries not to notice Liz drinking everything in around the apartment. His skin prickles when she lightly runs her fingers over his bookshelf; it takes a titanic effort not to blurt out “Don’t!” when she plucks Rory’s copy of Krik? Krak! off the shelf, but he still holds his breath until she puts it down.

He fills a mug for them both (not that he’ll drink, his stomach’s shrunk to a walnut, equally shriveled) and clears his throat. “It’s ready,” he says.

“Great!” She comes over to the table and drops into the chair Jess usually sits in – it hits him like electroshock. He wordlessly sits down in Luke’s chair.

Liz blows the steam from the top of the mug, then takes a scalding sip. “Perfect. Have you tried tulsi before?”

“Never,” he answers truthfully.

“Oh, it’s lifechanging. If you like it I’ll send you some.”

“Okay.”

They sit, Liz drinks, and Jess spirals.