#mun fandom

[misteria247]

Mabel and Ford having matching sweaters for the fall season. Mabel made them herself and Ford wears his proudly. He may or may not have cried when she gifted it to him. He'll never tell. They go on walks and watch the leaves fall and Mabel will crunch on the dead ones, smiling and laughing the whole time. She'll take Ford's hand and have him join her in jumping in piles of leaves and Ford's having a blast cuz Mabel's just a ball of sunshine and her enthusiasm is contagious.

They just spend the fall season being adorable goobers.

[scarredlove]

STOP STEALING OUR HUSBAND !!!!

☕️🤜🗯🤛🐝

Which One???

Oh god, prepare to get mugged-

@xitsensunmoon/@xitsen's Biting the Hand that Feeds (Sun, Moon) @justfangirlstuffs' Enthralling me, Enthralling you (Eclipse, Sun, Moon) @miwachan2's Vampire Equinox (Eclipse) @ayyy-imma-ninja & @moonlit-dreamers' For the Children (Serial Killer Sun) @venomous-qwille's Ghost in the Machine (Soliel, Misuta) @lavenoon's Accidentally Undercover (Sun, Moon) @spadillelicious' Love, Death and Rollerskates (Sun, Moon) Miaulin's Late Night Talking (Motorcycle Moon) 18+ @chimkin-samich's Clouds & Nebulas (Sun, Moon) @crazedauthor's Coiled Around a Fine Line Between Love and Fear (Naga Sun) @naffeclipse & @sunnys-aesthetic's Sleuth Jesters (Eclipse, Moon) @robinette-green's Two Hunters and a Bloodsucker (Solaris Starr (Sun)) @castercassette's Holler if you Need Us (Sun) @bamsara's Solar Lunacy (Moon) @head-in-the-icloud's Of Fools in Gilded Masks (Royal Jesters Eclipse, Moon) @certified-handler's Dealer's Choice (Moon, Sun)

[lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs]

DCA venom au

Chapter 1

The one where the reader goes out hiking and stargazing, but things take an unexpected turn.

alien DCA x human Reader (qpr)

Warnings: pessimistic thoughts, thoughts of death(not graphic), thoughts of war(not graphic), description of sickness

This would be just another day of your life. Would be, if you didn't take a few days off to go hiking in the nearest forest. What were you even doing here? The ground is hard, the campfire smells not as good as people say it does, the forest creatures make all sorts of noises.

And the freaking s'more is just a sticky, sugary disappointment.

You lick your fingers, trying to clean up the sticky goo of the burned marshmallow. Your fingers taste gross. You abandon all hope and go for some baby wipes to deal with it.

A good question. What were you doing out here, so far away from civilization and your favorite small grocery shop that has this wild variety of instant noodles? You wouldn't even consider going away from your work, but this coworker wouldn't stop nagging you. Something about "very good thing happening", or how did she say it? Doesn't matter. She shouldn't be so much into those fancy cards.

A small breath left your lips, the night air was crisp and fresh, making your body shiver a bit. You move a bit closer to the campfire.

This whole trip was a big waste of time, the comfortable routine you've carved for yourself was ruined, and now you also had dirt under your nails.

The night wind blew softly, making the trees and bushes rustle. Almost sounds like a whisper. Or steps of an animal. Spooky.

You wondered for a moment if there were wild animals here. That'd be a dumb way to die: perish only because you didn't check if there were bears or wolves or something else in this area. Not that you'd care if you died. Nor would anyone really. You felt bad for the poor soul that would find your b-

You bite on the fried mushroom and burn your tongue. You hiss, snapping from the dark thoughts and covering your mouth with a hand as if it's gonna help you somehow. You really should learn to wait sometimes.

Fried sausage. Fried potatoes. Fried mushrooms. S'mores. What else do you remember hearing other people eat during camping? … You couldn't remember. Oh well. You were full anyway.

The night sky was clear. Some white dots were visible even when you were sitting next to the campfire. After some thinking, you decided that you don't want to skip the stargazing and threw a blanket over yourself.

You settled on the ground a few meters from the fire. Air felt so much colder already.

But the stars? Oh, they were beautiful.

Your eyes had gazed upon this vast nothingness filled with sparks of light. The human frame so tiny and insignificant in comparison. And yet it felt like this nothingness wanted to crash down at you like a tidal wave. To pull you in, to swallow you whole, to have you amongst its tiny dots.

It was breathtaking, to say the least.

You were alone. So, so alone. All these stars were alone. Millions and billions years away from each other. From you. You were far, far away from everyone. So far away for so long.

You wondered if you still had your light.

Another soft sigh left your lips and the world went dark for a few long seconds.

You tried so, so hard to not let your thoughts drift off and spiral. You were alone and there were a lot of ways to do what the voices in your head would tell you. You didn't want to ruin the day of some random ranger.

You opened your eyes, meeting the stars above once more.

Wait, was it just you or one of the stars became brighter? And bigger too. What's-

In a blink of an eye, the flash brightened the sky before disappearing just as fast. The air shook and made you jump when a loud BANG exploded somewhere to your side.

The war had started, you thought. A missile must've misfired and fallen in the forest. In a few moments you'll be covered by the energy wave, or whatever it's called, and you'll be gone. And no one will know you were here and became one of the victims. You closed your eyes once again, waiting for the worst.

One second. Two. … Minute. Two minutes…

Why is it taking so long?

You opened your eyes when you smelled the scent of burned wood.

A faint, barely visible trail of smoke followed from the depths of the woods. You didn't notice how your body moved on its own. You got up to your feet and went where the smoke was coming from.

Earth was soft and a bit creaky under your shoes. Little pebbles clanked softly with each step you took. You went deeper into the woods, led only by the faint smell of burning. Then, you saw it. The tops of the trees ahead were broken. The black tainted the torn branches. You followed the trail of damaged trees until you stumbled upon….a rock.

You blinked.

The rock was neatly sitting in the crevice of its own making. Some grass around it still had some splashes of red in it, you quickly made your way to step on those sparks. You didn't want animals to die in the fire. The ground was warm, you could feel it even through your shoes. In the dim moonlight you could see clouds of steam come off the rock.

That's when it hit you.

That wasn't a missile. That was a meteor. Or a comet. Or an asteroid. You never learned the difference. It didn't matter anyway. There was a freaking space rock right in front of you. A real rock, right from the skies above. As real as can be.

You could hold in a little squeal of happiness that left your throat.

You quickly stepped closer to this big space rock to take a closer look. You couldn't see it too well, since you failed in being logical and didn't bring a flashlight or your phone. The moon light was all you had.

It had a bunch of holes in it, kinda reminded you of a sponge. You hesitated before touching it, just to see what kind of texture-

You, once again, failed as a human being, as you touched the scolding hot space rock that burned grass around it. Good job.

But you still were able to feel some of it. It was weirdly smooth, like pebbles or glass shards that were left in a moving water for long. You weren't sure what it meant, but guess smooth is better than sharp. You'd be burned and cut. How fun it would be...

....

So, you saw something fall from the sky, but it's not like there's any danger or anything. Go back to the camp and enjoy the last few hours of your trip, right?

Wrong.

You wanted that space rock.

That space rock was calling for your weird fascination with cool rocks. And how cool would that be to have a literal space rock in your collection.

There's only one small problem.

This rock is half your size.

You stood there, looking this boulder over and trying to come up with a way to get it home so it could be a part of your collection. You clearly couldn't bring the whole thing, but maybe you'd be able to bring a piece?..

Oh, what if it's one of these cool rocks that people smash open to reveal pretty crystals inside. Geode, was it? You'd probably die from happiness if that was what it was.

You grabbed the nearest branch that looked sturdy enough. First time it hit the rock with a quiet knock. You hit harder. Nothing happens. You hit once again. The branch breaks, almost hitting you in the face.

Okay, so a stick won't work. Maybe another rock will?

You quickly find a rather big rock with sharp edges. You hold it securely with both hands as you take a stand.

Breathe in. Smash. Again, breathe in. Smash. Once more, breathe in. SMASH.

The boulder cracked loudly and you dropped your tool to pry it open, cursing the hot surface. But there were no crystals inside.

It looked as if you tore a sponge apart, the holes you saw on the surface went all the way through the rock. It was black on the inside. Wait, is it wet?-

....

You woke up when the sun was right above your head, effectively blinding you. You sat up, looking around. You were right where you were stargazing at night. All your stuff just as you left it, you even had your blanket on.

What a weird dream. But no time to dwell on it, you didn't like wasting time out here. Touching grass and watching nature wasn't enough to solve all your problems. You need your job and the comfort of your routine.

Stuffing some leftover fried mushrooms and potatoes in yourself as a breakfast, you quickly gather up your belongings and clean up after yourself. The trip back is long, but uneventful, except some dizziness you felt closer to the end. But you never moved so much before, so you figured that was as normal as seeing dark circles when you stand up a bit too quickly.

Surely, when you make it home, take a shower and have a good 18 hour long nap in your bed you'll be fine. And the management would be so happy to know that one of their nameless employees that took a week off would return only after a couple of days.

….

You make it home in a cold sweat. Your limbs feel like they're made out of overcooked pasta, you're dizzy as if you took a few turns of riding on a rollercoaster and you feel so sick that you think all your inner workings want to escape your body and leave you behind as an empty shell. The work can wait, looks like you've got severe food poisoning.

Damn mushrooms, you knew you shouldn't have trusted them.

The next day comes and goes in a haze. Time doesn't exist as you fall asleep and wake up a dozen times.

You tried eating, but anything that entered your mouth was pushed out by your raging stomach, so you were hanging only on water and bread. You cursed the mushrooms you ate on your trip for a hundredth time as you stood on your knees in front of the toilet bowl.

You'll never accept any food from the coworker that is into taro cards.

You're barely able to stand up to wash your face and mouth, hoping to get rid of the bitter taste. You splash some cold water on your face and then-

"How long is it gonna last?"

You jumped, startled by the sudden voice that came seemingly out of nowhere. You glanced around, paranoid that someone was in the bathroom with you, but you were alone.

"We can't eat, I'm hungry."

You jumped again as a slightly different voice whined in your ear. You were still alone. There was a long pause, before you sighed and whispered. "I guess I finally lost it. I have hallucinations now..."

"Hey, we aren't hallucinations! How rude." The voice calls.

"That's what a hallucination would say." You answer into nothingness. Well, if you were loosing it, might as well make the best of it.

Your left hand moves on its own and lightly slaps you on the face.

"Real enough?" A slightly huskier voice chuckles in your head. Pain feels real. That freaks you out a bit.

"That's my hand." You protest.

"Our hand." Both voices respond.

"Am I possessed by the ghosts of the soviets?"

No answer. For an alarmingly long time.

"No." Was all they answered.

"What are you then?" You ask, wondering what your hallucinations are gonna say.

"We're yours. And you're ours."

You were too sick to deal with it, so you went to lay down in bed and continue being miserable.

"What does it even mean?" You grunt, plopping yourself onto the bed.

"That means you're stuck with us, human." The higher voice called out suspiciously cheerfully.

You just groan. "Great, I'm having food poisoning and a bad trip."

The voice in your head grumbles, as if offended that you didn't stop thinking it was just a hallucination.

"That's not actually food poisoning." The huskier one says. "That might be because of us."

"Yup, your body doesn't want us here!"

"Too bad we can't leave."

"It can't get rid of us! We're bound now!"

You groaned once again, their chirping just making your headache worse. "Can you shut up for a minute?"

"Oh, do you still feel sick?" The chirpier voice asks.

You grunt in response, rubbing your eyes.

"Hm, maybe we can help with it…"

....

You don't remember anything after that.

The only thing you knew when you opened your eyes was that your body wasn't trying to get rid of your organs anymore. When you came back into this world and checked your phone, you noticed that a day was erased from your memory. It takes you some time to process everything, but you guessed that everything was just a weird fever dream.

You turn in your bed and take the phone in other hand to scroll through the news, just to see what you missed while fighting with the sickness. You thought how odd it was that you started hearing voices. It's been a long time since you had auditory hallucinations.

Anyway, you're just glad it's over now-

"Do you feel better now?" The voice in your head calls out cheerfully.

You drop the phone on your face.

[inquirewithbillcipher]

A dear pal of mine sent this gif to me and allegedly said how funny it was to picture as Bill, Spooki and Ford. Needless to say I wholeheartedly agreed!

-Spooki 🖤

[thegoldentigress]

So I got a lil too much into Sonic and as the way of the hyperfix goes, I got a new oc--

Info below! Might show more of her with time? who knows

Owner of a quaint little cafe where she skates around while taking orders, Minthe is a playful and kindhearted gal, going out of her way to make other folks smile if able in any form. She's a good friend of Amy, often letting her eat for free at the diner for having to put up with the boys.

She regularly does deliveries outside the cafe as well, so is often spotted running around on her skates, which is her own version of superspeed compared to the infamous blue and black blurs often spotted being saviours.

If ever caught in a struggle, Minthe resorts to her fists, or uses her skates to get out of danger. Her skates are attachments to her shoes and can be removed! They switch between classic skates or roller blades as requited.

Her current, more peaceful life, was not always this way.

She assumes she once had a family, though she can't truly remember, remembering only being in the custody of GUN from a young age.

Minthe was once known as Hardlight, an experimental soldier created by G.U.N, under the pretense of having a countermeasure for Project Shadow, in the event he breached containment in their facilities.

Modified to handle Chaos Energy, in the hopes of giving her similar if not greater power, Hardlight was to be their magnum opus soldier. She was to be the epitome of 'Unstoppable force meets Immovable Object'

No speed was obtained in the arduous testing she underwent, a failure in the eyes of GUN, but what she did obtain was a strength that surpassed far beyond natural levels, agility, dexterity ,durability and stamina.

If she couldn't counter Project Shadow, she could at the very least prove as powerful cannon fodder to slow him down. On a mission in the field, not long after said Project had been set free, Hardlight was to do recon.

It was supposed to just be recon.

But something happened, resulting in Hardlight being labeled KIA [Killed in Action], as she was assumed caught in the aftermath of a battle by the heroic hedgehogs while doing her recon.

It was a stroke of luck that they were wrong, and she had survived, but had left just enough assumed evidence behind, to make them think otherwise.

This left their unfinished project KIA in the eyes of GUN, and supposedly, they burned /trashed all evidence of her existence.

Found by the Rosales family [human, 5 total and had owned a panaderia/mexican bakery], Minthe has lived with them for years now, and received their help to open the Coven's Burrow

She changed her appearance as much as possible, not wanting to go back, and now, lives a more peaceful life.

[ask-mspafamily]

POV you become the thirdwheel to your boyfriend and his best friend

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

my new updated art commission info!

comms currently OPEN

DM me here, on Insta or on Discord to get in touch about commissions :)

(EDIT, please reblog this version!! :

I would like to clarify that I'm totally fine drawing self-inserts! when I say I won't draw ships involving real people what I mean is, for example, you or an oc x a content creator, or shipping of two other real people. Basically no RPF! If you're still unsure whether your request is one I'll accept, please just ask and I will clarify.)

[taviokapudding]

Attention tumblr fan fic writers

Omegaverse ruins Ai writing systems

Do your part to help with the strike; give every show that’s now delayed/on hiatus the knot treatment on any platform you can

[0m0-0m0]

Hey! Hey! Pspsps Omori!

I got you a brand new color pencil box!!!

Thank you, they’re very colorful. I drew this with them.

My coloring could use a bit of work, but I think it looks nice..... I hope they like it...

[pumpkinpuffgirls]

Random talking, but despite the problems I've had with the PPG fandom.

It's the only fandom where I have people who aren't exactly friends, and some who aren't even mutuals. But whom we both have a mutual respect for each other. The kind where if we saw each other on the street we wouldn't exactly start chatting but we'd give a nod of understanding at each other and go on our way.

IDK I don't have that in many other fandoms aside from Pibby possibly, but PPG I know that for sure.

[misteria247]

Do you think that one day Wanda looked at Timmy and realized that he was getting taller? Do you think that one day when Cosmo goes to grab Timmy's hands, he noticed that his hands were larger? Do you think that one day when Peri goes to hug Timmy that he realized that his arms can't circle him anymore?

Do you think that they look at Timmy and it's like getting stabbed someplace deep because it's so obviously clear that Timmy's aging. That he's not like them, no matter how much they've woven him into their family. That he's so fragile and mortal and human and that he'll one day be gone in the blink of an eye.

It's gotta be hard, being this immortal being, and getting attached to this small boy and falling in love with him only to be constantly reminded that this boy you love more than life itself is only with you temporarily. That one day you could lose him, because mortality has an expiration date. And time stops for no one.

[asktheremnantsaskblog]

Hello y'all. Uh. I... Am a bit blown away??? but apparently there's like... A lot of you guys here????????

So I kinda wanna work on a special project for ATR! Something big and different from my usual comics!

I... Didn't think I'd get to this point. But cool I guess lol. It'll be nice to have a project to work on for a bit! Thank you guys!

[lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs]

This fella has me in a death grip

[sonchiildren]

Also, just to let everyone know...I am extremely fucking shy when I first start out a blog, it takes me forever to send out asks to others or such. I've been getting better at it but I still hesitate at times at the start. So, I promise I do wanna interact...I just get nervous about it and might chicken out.

[nova--spark]

Sometimes friends sparta kick you into a new fandom [again] and you end up making a new oc and trying a new art style to see what happens

[scarredlove]

(honorary boops since I couldn't boop ya yesterday)

You reap what you sow >:3

Was kinda busy yesterday so it's all good 🩵