#nightmare part 2: electric boogaloo

[badlydrawn-brostrider]

==> BRO: Dream.

. . .

[ You feel arms around your neck and see your brothers blood in your hands. ]

[ You think you might have knocked something over in your flailing. You can't hear over the sound of your heavy, gasping breaths. ]

( @badlydrawn-alphadave :tism: )

[journey-to-the-attic]

the new nightmare is cool but i think not putting them in hanfu was an missed opportunity

(+ long hair version that i wasn't as sure about)

[darkmuffinstudios]

headcanons 2 electric boogaloo part 103 because i'm still not normal

(The first post cut me off in character limit, so here's the continuation :3)

(These can be general headcanons, found family, queer platonic, or poly if you want to interpret them in any way ^^)

There's couch that can fit then entire gang on it that everyone likes to sit at. Dust dislikes anyone taking his spot, Killer constantly keeps changing spots, Cross always picks his spot last, Horror sits on the floor, and Nightmare sits in a arm chair off to the side.

Killer forces all of the gang to watch movies every so often, typically when things become stale around the castle. The rest all act like they hate it, but Horror still makes popcorn, Dust collects all the blankets, and Cross helps set up the TV.

During the winter, the gang all huddle up in Nightmare's room for a large sleepover. The castle can be big and chilly.

Nightmare used to keep a moderate distance between his subordinates and himself. However, the first time Killer ended up in the infirmary changed that. It was only the two of them, and Nightmare realized the fragility of mortals that day.

Nightmare is a worrier for several reasons.

Nightmare mixes and matches his team in groups of 2, rarely sending any one of his men on solo missions (unless absolutely necessary). Safety in numbers.

Horror's love language is giving gifts and acts of service. He feels conflicted receiving it back, preferring touch instead.

Same with the last point, Horror is a cuddle bug- to Killer's delight.

Dust can't sleep in one, continuous stretch. This results with him taking 2-3 hour power naps at varying times throughout the day.

Horror snores in his sleep. Not loudly, but kind of like a soft rumble with each breath.

Dust likes Horror's snoring. It's therapeutic.

Killer sleeps like a corpse. Still and silent- which is strange when juxtaposed by his usual, lively demeanor.

Cross is an early riser and late sleeper. His circadian rhythm is exact, and runs like clockwork.

We're not going to talk about Killer's sleep schedule. He knows its bad. No one can fix it.

When Cross first joined, he felt extremely guilty for his chocolate cravings. After a while and some encouragement from the others, he finds himself indulging himself (at least in this one regard).

Cross loves sweets, not just chocolate. Chocolate just happens to be one of his favorite things/flavors though.

Cross keeps a mini snack stash in his pocket at all times. On missions, out and about, in his room, training, etc. You can look over at him and see him pop a chocolate kiss in his mouth. His one guilty pleasure.

Nightmare and Dust enjoy their fair share of alcoholic drinks. Nightmare has quite the collection- ranging from various years of quality, make, and base. Of course, they are all expensive.

Horror and Cross are indifferent to alcohol. They may indulge in it when there is a special occasion, but otherwise they don't go out of their way.

Killer is the only one that does not enjoy alcohol. If you see him drinking, leave him be. Bro is probably going through it.

Dust sometimes wears glasses to read. Depends on if he cares to put them on or not.

Out of the group, Cross is the designated driver. Nightmare not only doesn't know how to, but also doesn't have full peripheral vision. Horror and Dust would get stressed out/overstimulated on the road.

Killer is the backup driver, but there is a 80% chance of the car crashing at the end. Despite this, he's one hell of a getaway driver.

Horror likes to spend time out in the garden.

Killer is the only one which has explored every room/inch in the castle. He sometimes uses secret passages to scare the others, or cut his walking time in half.

Cross has a nervous habit of fidgeting with his heart locket.

Dust has claustrophobia. Small spaces, large crowds, feeling trapped? He'll come out swinging.

Everyone knows this and always is careful to make sure Dust has an easy out whenever they nap together.

Nightmare is always the one to attend to any of their wounds when they get hurt on missions. He fusses and lectures and rants the whole time he's bandaging them up, mending broken bones, treating illnesses. Everyone knows its because he cares.

Dust get sick the easiest. Because his own magic is trying to boil him alive from the inside out sometimes.

Killer is the least likely to get sick.

Nightmare can't get sick.

Okay, well, Nightmare can, but it would have to be like. the plague to end all plagues.

Nightmare doesn't let any of the boys buy apples.

The only times Horror wears his hood over his head is if its raining/snowing. His head gets itchy if he wears it up for too long.

Killer has a knife on him at all times. You can pat this man down, take off a couple of knives, and he can still shank you afterwards.

All of them, to some extent, have trust issues. They learn to trust each other over time, though.

Nightmare hangs up pictures of his boys up in his office. He even frames them.

Nightmare has a secret picture tucked in a drawer in his desk. It's a drawing that Dream had made for him (a crude drawing of the both of them in a field of flowers), one he had safely folded and tucked into his favorite book as a child.

After the whole apple fiasco, the book barely survived (the picture along with it) and Nightmare rereads it whenever he's feeling sentimental.

Killer is extremely nosy. If he can't get what he wants by asking/prodding, he'll snoop. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back and all.

I don't remember if I mentioned this in the other post, but Nightmare's bed is HUGE. Like King Deluxe plus plus. It also has those fancy canopy, curtain things that can close around the bed.

Killer's bed doesn't have a bedframe, just a mattress.

Dust's bed is circular and decently big. It also has that drape canopy that can cover it, as well as a shit ton of pillows.

Horror gets cold easily.

Nightmare makes sure Horror gets enough blankets during particular cold nights. Maybe a heater too.

Killer has a bad habit of sleeping in other people's rooms. He just barges in and makes himself at home. Over time, the others have let him get away with it.

Lots of mirrors in the castle were taken down after Dust shattered the first few.

That doesn't stop Killer from having a full body one in his room though.

Cross has a favorite training dummy.

Horror names his weapons and kitchen tools. He tends to keep that to himself.

Killer, weirdly enough, knows how to repair clothes. Hole in your jacket? He can stitch it back fairly neatly.

Dust has ripped quite a few sets of clothes in his days. He's gotten used to shrugging them off and dumping them on Killer.

Killer always returns Dust's stuff with a little chocolate inside the pocket/with it (probably stolen from Cross's stash).

When Horror gets anxious, he starts to pick at the crack in his head. To stop this habit, he just sits on his hands.

Nightmare thinks its a little amusing that Horror sits on his hands. Hey, if it works for Horror, then that's all the king needs.

Whenever Nightmare needs to run errands, he always brings Cross with him and lets Killer hold down the fort in his absence.

Cross works hard with Nightmare every year to ensure that their realm can't be found by anyone else. Encrypting code, manipulating magic, etc. While this is an annual thing that they do, Cross checks up on the state of it every month diligently.

Nightmare and Killer like the ocean. They visit it sometimes.

Horror makes sure to create meals that are balanced, healthy, and to preference. Also likes to keep the fridge stocked up.

Cross and Dust sometimes play chess with each other.

The whole gang (minus Nightmare) love playing cards.

Uno cards are banned from the castle after Nightmare repaired the three large holes in his castle wall.

Horror puts all of his food scraps in a compost bin and recycles it into his garden.

Aaaaand that's the limit again.

Very silly to think about, but I might make a separate one concerning ships/bsp because my mind started to wander LMAOOOOO

Hope you enjoy these!

[mcdynamite]

Eddie always tries to be as quiet as he can when he gets home from late shifts at the bar – holding his keys tightly so they don’t jangle too much and avoiding turning on lights if he can help it. Steve is usually asleep by the time he makes it home smelling of greasy bar food and whatever beer blew its keg that evening all over his uniform tee, and Eddie hates waking him. His boyfriend doesn’t get much sleep as it is. The last thing he needs is for Eddie to come tumbling through the door and interrupting the precious few hours he gets every night.

So every time Eddie gets home from work in the earliest hours of the new day, he tries to be as quiet as possible.

And every time, Steve wakes up anyways.

Contrary to what most people might assume, it’s actually not Eddie’s fault that Steve can never sleep through his homecomings. (Years of living in a thin-walled trailer with a man who worked nights and slept during the days made him a master of moving stealthily through his home, after all.) It’s just that Steve Harrington is the lightest sleeper who’s ever lived.

According to Steve, he wasn’t always this way – he used to sleep through alarm clocks and his mother banging on his bedroom door to get him up for school, when he was younger. No, the light sleeper thing didn’t start until after Steve learned that monsters were real, and it only got worse after Upside Down Part 2: Electric Boogaloo, when suddenly he had a whole troupe of children to worry about all night. Every little creak of the floorboards could be a demogorgon, or a preteen in need of help fighting off a pack of demodogs. Faint police sirens in the distance could be headed to Steve’s house, where some uniformed cop would come knock on the door and tell him that something had happened to one of the kids.

It sounds like a nightmare, in Eddie’s opinion – not being able to sleep more than a handful of hours a night – but Steve always shrugs it off, like he’s already gotten so used to it that he hardly notices it anymore, and Eddie thinks that might be the case. It makes him feel horribly guilty (and maybe a little sad) whenever Eddie is the cause of Steve’s late-night wakefulness, but despite his desire for his boyfriend to get the sleep he needs, Eddie can never quite force himself to be too upset whenever Steve stirs as Eddie tiptoes into their shared bedroom.

Because sleepy Steve Harrington is, frankly, infuriatingly adorable, and tonight is no exception.

He hears, rather than sees, Steve wake up in the darkness of their room. It starts with a little snuffle, then a rustling of bedsheets, and finally – like always – a gravelly, endearingly hopeful, “Eds?”

Eddie’s heart warms in his chest, melting away the ice left there by a long shift dealing with drunk idiots and coworkers who would rather bitch about their jobs than actually do them. His job is exhausting at the best of times, and downright soul-sucking at the worst, but it’s okay, because at least at the end of the day, he gets to come home to this.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sighs tiredly, ignoring the part of him that balks at being foiled again in his quest to let Steve get some sleep. Carefully, he toes off his shoes and makes his way to the edge of the bed so he can brush a few messy strands of hair from Steve’s forehead.

Steve instantly tilts his head to press into the touch, and Eddie can’t help but smile. “Wha’time s’it?” Steve slurs.

Eddie glances at the clock on their bedside table and nearly winces when he sees just how late it is. “Almost two,” he murmurs guiltily. He can see Steve’s mouth turn down into a frown now that his eyes have adjusted to the lack of light.

“S’late,” Steve mumbles. He rolls onto his side and reaches blindly for Eddie, hand eventually wrapping around Eddie’s bony wrist and squeezing gently in a mostly subconscious show of sympathy. His eyes blink open – bleary and unfocused – and scan over Eddie’s face. “Everything ‘kay?” Even half-asleep, he’s a worrier. Eddie finds it both endearing and a little heartbreaking.

He smiles, despite himself, and begins to card his fingers through Steve’s sleep-mussed hair, an unbearably fond feeling settling in his belly when Steve lets his eyes flutter shut again. “Yeah, sweetheart, everything’s fine,” he assures his tired boyfriend. “Just a long night. Pacers game a few blocks down, y’know? Spent a whole extra hour after close catching up on bar dishes.”

Steve furrows his brow and makes a discontented noise. “Gross,” he mutters, and Eddie huffs out a laugh. God, he is so stupidly in love with this beautiful, bitchy man.

“Very,” he hums in agreement.

“Y’should come to bed,” Steve says, and his voice is almost whiny, just like it always is when he tries to coax Eddie into their bed without a proper shower. He does it almost every night, and it almost never works. It’s certainly not going to work tonight, with Eddie smelling of shitty beer and grease.

“In a bit,” Eddie sighs, bending to press a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Gotta shower first.”

Steve properly whines at that, petulantly mumbling something incoherent.

“Baby, I’m covered in Miller and fryer grease. Do you really want me getting that shit all over our pillowcases?” Eddie says fondly.

“I want you to come cuddle with me,” Steve grumbles.

It takes more effort than is probably reasonable for Eddie to stifle the cackle threatening to burst from his chest. “In a few minutes, ‘kay? Just gonna go wash off real quick, and then I’ll come cuddle, you needy little bastard.”

“You’d better,” Steve says not at all threateningly. Eddie just laughs and kisses his forehead again before dragging himself away and into their little apartment bathroom for a quick shower. There’s a ninety percent chance Steve will be asleep again by the time Eddie makes it into bed, in ten minutes, so he can’t really bring himself to feel too guilty.

Still, true to his word, he showers quickly – rinsing all of the greasy smell out of his hair and scrubbing the spilled beer from his skin. He uses the bergamot soap Steve got him for Christmas, because he knows Steve likes it, and Eddie likes when Steve likes things. (And he’ll never admit this, but he doesn’t hate the smell of bergamot, either.)

When he’s finished, he quickly towels himself off and slips on the pair of plaid boxers Steve left out on the bathroom counter for him earlier (just one of those little, caring things that Steve does every day that make Eddie love him all the more). He plaits his wet curls so he doesn’t wake up with hair worse than Doc from Back to the Future, then he finally, finally, makes his way to bed.

Steve’s breathing is a slow, steady rhythm, but the way he instantly shifts closer to Eddie the moment he climbs into bed is a clear indicator that he hasn’t quite managed to fall back to sleep yet. Eddie has hardly had a chance to pull the covers up before Steve is pushing back into him, silently demanding the safety of his arms.

Eddie is all too happy to oblige.

It’s automatic and achingly familiar when Eddie rolls onto his side and wraps his arms around Steve, pulling his boyfriend close so Steve’s back is pressed to his front. Even then, it doesn’t seem to be close enough for Steve, who wiggles back even further until it nearly becomes impossible to tell where he ends and Eddie begins. It’s so disgustingly sweet that Eddie sort of wants to cry. Instead, he buries his nose in the crook of Steve’s neck and leaves a soft kiss just behind his ear.

“Hi, baby,” Eddie breathes as Steve rests one of his hands atop the one Eddie has tucked under his side and laces their fingers together. He leans forward slightly to kiss Steve’s cheek, just because he can, and before he can pull away to settle against the pillow, Steve turns his head to capture Eddie’s lips in a soft, barely-there kiss. The kind of kiss that instantly settles even the most frantic parts of Eddie’s soul.

“Hey,” Steve murmurs, lips still brushing together, and Eddie can both hear and feel the way his mouth has curved upwards into a smile. Eddie gives him one more peck on the lips before they both fall into their pillows again. “Missed you,” Steve whispers. It makes Eddie smile and shake his head with tired amusement.

“Missed you, too,” he whispers, even though it’s only been ten or so hours since they last saw each other. Christ, when did he become such a goddamn sap?

(He knows the answer to that question, obviously. Eddie “The Freak” became Eddie “The Sap” the first time Steve Harrington looked at him with that secret little smile on his face – the one he reserves for Eddie and Eddie alone, these days. The one that silently says, I love you.)

Steve hums contentedly and snuggles deeper into Eddie. God, he’s so fucking sweet like this. Eddie loves him so fucking much.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly, moving his free hand to run his fingers through Steve’s hair, because he knows it helps his baby sleep.

Steve’s voice is already sleepy again when he murmurs, “’kay,” and then, even softer: “Love you.”

Eddie smiles. Holds Steve just a little bit tighter. Gives Steve’s hand an extra little squeeze and marvels at the fact that after everything – after murder accusations and monsters and government payouts and three fucking years as a senior at Hawkins High – he gets to have this. And sure, maybe he’s feeling a little extra sappy because of the simple ring he’s got buried in his guitar case – the one Robin helped him pick out just a few days ago, even though they can’t technically get married in the state of Indiana. Maybe that’s why he smiles a bit wider tonight with Steve in his arms…why his heart thumps a bit harder at every sleepy snuffle his boyfriend makes…

But the sappiness stopped bothering him a long time ago, when his sharpest edges were sanded out by the presence of the little family he found in the aftermath of the Upside Down, so Eddie doesn’t mind. Soon, he’ll be able to fall asleep next to his fiancé, instead of his boyfriend. They’ll get to call all of their adoptive rugrats and tell them the news, and Steve will be beaming so brightly it might just blind him. And it’ll be perfect.

For now, Eddie just lets himself sink into the warmth of having Steve Harrington in his arms.

And he sleeps.

This is for @steddie-week Day 5: Established Relationship. Just a little ficlet that popped into my head at literally 2 in the morning. I hope y'all enjoy!

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Dude, I need part 2 of Yandere Alastor with Angel Reader, could you do it?

(HERE WE GO! Part two: Electric Boogaloo. I dedicate it to Hoizer's "It Will Come Back". Because, I mean, that song is a yandere song to it's depths.

Part One: Oh Doe

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: yandere!Alastor, angel!reader

Genre: Same as before, yet maybe a little more? And a little hope even?!

Pairing: we both know what this is

Summary: After your reunion, you came to understand that you didn't understand some things. But other things never change.)

My Doe

In the weeks that followed since your arrival at the Hazbin Hotel, you come to understand more and yet at the same time you couldn't help but feel you didn't understand nearly enough.

Angel was a sweetheart, once you got past some of his stranger tendencies, the ease and constantness of his flirting and flaunting of his sexuality. At first you had been confused and flustered because you weren't used to such things, not at all, and you learned eventually there was an element of amusement to it for him, because as Husk liked to inform you "your wings show off way too much, kitten, and the spider loves watching you flounder". Which didn't exactly stop you honestly but you started to get past it and you started to notice the loneliness and the injuries and the sweeter aspects of him. No one liked to talk about it but sometimes you got him to agree to let you use your angelic magic to heal the worse of it and he's tell you such fascinating stories of hell with the brightest shine in his eyes, you couldn't help but like him.

Speaking of Husk he was much the same but it was more like getting past the grump and the walls the ex-Overlord had up. He had the most info to share with you, not to say that Charlie didn't but talking to her was like talking directly to a rainbow; she was sweet and optimistic and you loved and adored everything in that in her but when it came to the cold truth, it was Husk who seemed most willing to talk.

It took a few days before you found out why he knew your name and you learned he was in some ways like you: a collar and chain kept him tied to Alastor, unable to escape him anymore than you were to escape from your memories and past with him. There was a small edge of concern you caught early from his words to you, that Husk knew you were something Important to Alastor, in ways that made him all the more dangerous to you. There was some pity to it and you appreciated it to a degree though you tried so hard to smile and act as if it was nothing, as if you hadn't had nightmares again of that day, of the way Alastor had looked, had sounded, the feel of his hand on your cheek wet with blood, your own blood. Of the fear, of the pain, of the darkness before coming to as an angel in Heaven.

You met Lucifer, and he was a strange person who you felt oddly comfortable around because how could you hate someone who looked at their daughter with the love in his eyes? He was such a funny and energetic person and you were fascinated by the way he, this enemy of Heaven, could be such a shining light. And how much he and Charlie resembled each other.

You met Nifty, strange, insane Nifty, who laughed and ran around and ranted about bugs and looked at you with the widest stare before trying to stab you with the nearest implement; Angel had had to stop laughing first, Vaggie screaming as she held back the tiny cyclops, before he could explain what had happened during the battle. Ah, you thought; so this was the one who had given Adam the final blow. But the order to stab any angel she saw didn't seem to be completely gone and you just giggled and smiled and said it was okay. You didn't hold it against her in any way.

You met Cherry Bomb, Angel's friend, and you tried not to giggle because you knew her already so well. Sir Pentious spoke of her with such glowing warmth you couldn't see anything but what he surely saw when you looked at the punk explosives expert.

You learned about them, you became part of their group, and you worked hard to find all the ways you could possibly help the hotel, help Charlie, and you understood all that so much. But still you found you no longer understood Alastor.

The Alastor you knew had always been a gentleman and so was this Alastor but there was so much darkness to the way he moved. And you couldn't help but see something else when he smiled at you, hidden behind the cruelty, the violence, the obsession that you should have seen so long ago before it got too bad but no, it was far too late for regrets on that.

Always he was near, even now. You sat on a stool at the bar area, humming a soft tune to yourself as you waited for the others to come home; Charlie was out on a date with Vaggie, Angel had gone to his job and Husk was out gambling as he often did. Nifty was somewhere, she never left the hotel unless she was taken out by one of the others, and as for Alastor, well, he said something about needing to do a radio broadcast. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered the sinner who had whistled at you when you had gone out with Charlie the other way but you weren't too sure why they came to mind.

Your wings were stretched out and you could feel the eyes from the shadows; they were everywhere and here they were watching you. The first time he'd popped out of them you'd been terrified and Angel nearly threw every book in the study at him with words that an angel like you should never have to hear. Alastor let you keep your wings but the price seemed to be the shadows were always watching you, just in case. You shivered and bit back a whine, instinctively pulling your wings back in to wrap around you, a futile attempt to hide from the staring and the sensations you felt. The result was the feel of fingers along your feathers and an ache in your chest you attributed to fear and anxiety maybe mistakenly.

"Oh doe, look at you hiding away like a scared little fawn" came that staticky but clear voice, digging its way into your ears and leaving you wondering if it would be easier to stay inside or come out.

"Alastor," you whispered his name like an old prayer; it used to be something that gave you comfort, in a life long gone, when the one it belonged to had been a dear friend, a close friend. When you'd felt you known him. Not this stranger with the same voice and memories and feelings.

Those fingers became claws and you tried to swallow the whimper that threatened to leave you as you felt him get so close to ripping into your skin. Your blood would be golden now, not red, not red anymore; would it make him happy or angry?

"I suggest, my doe, that you not keep hiding from me," he said in a whisper that almost sounded sweet, almost familiar; for a second you could pretend it was dear sweet Alastor, before it crackled, "You wouldn't wish to upset me, now would you?"

Of course not. You remembered, you remembered too well, you remembered more often than not now that you saw him so often. This stranger who had the ghost of your old friend.

You hesitantly unfurled your wings and looked out, eyes wide as you looked upon the face of the greatest threat to your safety you knew. Those bright red eyes, that large yellow grin full of large yellow teeth all in points, the two tufts that you recognized as ears immediately, still standing up tall. He was still pleased, he was not angry yet, he was not annoyed yet. He would maybe not hurt you-

A small crackle of a chuckle left his mouth and you gasped as you felt his claws dig into your wings, puncturing thin sensitive skin, narrowly avoiding nerves that would leave you grounded if harmed. Feathers stained gold fell to the ground and you could not help but cry, the pain intense; your wings, like any flighted creature, all too delicate, all too sensitive. The tears came without ever a chance of holding back, of stopping them, and the softness of your cry, there was obviously something appealing in the way you looked and sounded because you saw that terrifying face soften and for a second, through the tears, you thought you saw your Alastor again.

"Oh doe, my doe," he said and pulled his claws free to cup your face in his hands; how many times would he streak your cheeks with tears and your own blood, "Have I told you how beautiful your eyes are when they're brimming with tears?"

He wiped your tears from your eyes, leaving more blood on you in his wake, before drawing his hand to his mouth and running his tongue along his claws. He still smiled, he never stopped, he never seemed to do anything else; you looked up at him and saw the emotions instead in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, shivering, shaking, bleeding, your wings aching in their urge to fold but unable to do so from the pain; you'd be fine, you'd be fine, you wouldn't die, you'd be fine.

"Don't apologize for being so brilliant to me," he said and his eyes narrowed, "Just never try to hide from me again; I haven't been able to see you in such a long time. I never wish to let you out of my sight again, that's why they're watching you after all."

"I'm sorry," you repeated and flinched as he reached out to touch your face again.

With your eyes closed you couldn't see his expression, not the way it wavered for a second, when the facade fell but returned long before you would ever know it was gone. Alastor stroked your cheek, admiring the way the golden blood painted your skin, and he tilted his head just a bit, just to the side.

"I'll forgive you, if you come up to my room," he told you and a jovial tone took over, "It has been so very long since the last time we sat about listening to music together, my doe, and I must say I have greatly missed it! The princess is a precious one and Husk does his best the dear boy but no one else I ever have known has understood the proper way to appreciate jazz as much as you do. Come, before the others return and surely drag you and/or I into another ridiculous and fanciful adventure; we're well overdue for one after all~"

You opened your eyes and looked at him and he was still smiling, still the same. Red and pink, deer demon, red eyes, yellow sharp teeth, dapper and torn all at once, fear and danger and violence in one neat form.

But you smiled back and you reached out to take his hand.

Alastor the Radio Demon you didn't understand. But you understood Alastor the radio host, the man who used to walk with you through the rain and scold you for giving away your umbrella every time. And that's who you saw smiling at you, even if just for a second.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Okay, hold on for a second, just hold on... You're telling me, that the nightmare magic that makes people live out their absolute WORST nightmares got a hold of Barry... and his worst nightmare is Wally getting hurt?!

I just- I need to sit down for a second. I can't see, it seems to be raining on my face.

This is the Dad™ of all time.

Barry is Dad. Look at that dad

Oh and see this? See how nightmare dream Jay says that Wally randomly 'slowed down' in the fight and that's why he got hurt? How much you want to bet that it'll end up being Barry that causes that? Either Wally-after-Barts-Death: Part 2 Electric Boogaloo where he'll blame himself for using too much speedforce and limiting how much the other could take, or this could potentially be Barry blaming himself for Wally's mental block.

Which would be very interesting because Jay specifies that this happened on 'his watch' in Keystone and Jay was injured. So it could be Barry manifesting his guilt for dying and leaving Wally on his own, because Wally operated in Keystone and was (semi) supervised by Jay. Barry could feel guilty that Jay should've been retired and shouldn't have been out in the field with Wally, and that Wally should've had a mentor that could keep up with him (aka Barry). Plus the fact that Wally went from keeping pace with Barry to barely breaking the speed of sound after Barry's death. It caused Wally a lot of trauma and pain and it was solely due to Wally watching Barry die.

(also Barry not being there when Wally got hurt is very telling. Wally got beaten to a pulp fairly frequently when he first started as the Flash and Barry was 'dead', completely unable to help)

[sweetbunpura]

Rollo's favorite Guardians from Least to Greatest

North: THE HOME INVADER 🤬. As North is a version of Santa, he was already on track to being home boy's least favorite. Rollo hates him with the fury of a thousand suns and has repeated had to talk him down from burning North's sleigh and smashing his travel snow globes. He has also been trying to find North's list so he can burn it. He has this far been unsuccessful. North, on the other hand, finds Rollo's hatred to be adorable and hilarious, like a barking Pomeranian. Though, He knows Rollo is only this way because he is viciously protective of children, and he admires that. But... he also can't help but laugh with unadulterated joy at the pure Wonder in the boy's eyes at experiencing love for first time with Yuu.

Toothiana: THE HOME INVADER PART 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO 😡. She breaks into children's rooms in the dead of night and steals their teeth. No, Yuu, he doesn't care that she leaves money behind, she and her cronies are still unknown adults breaking and entering into a child's room while they are sleeping. That's almost worse than North! The only reason she isn't on par with him is because she doesn't keep children under surveillance and gives her gifts freely without an arbitrary code of good or bad children. Though he really doesn't like that she doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space and won't stop sticking her hands in his mouth. While Tooth is mildly concerned by the amount of suspicion Rollo has of her, she understands that it is merely his way of showing concern for the children. Though, she doesn't hesitate to scold him over the amount of coffee he drinks. Dear you're going to stain your teeth! She hopes, with Yuu's help, he'll be able to create new, happy Memories, instead of clinging on to the painful ones..

Jack: THIS BOY RAN OVER A CHILD WITH A COUCH??? Oh, jail for you! Jail for one thousand years! Jk. Jk. When they first met, Rollo thought Jack was nothing but an annoying troublemaker and Jack thought Rollo was nothing but a judgemental stick in the mud. After a time, after learning a bit more about each other (i.e learning one lost their sibling to a fire caused by uncontrolled magic and the other dying to protect their sibling), their relationship settles into a love/hate one, although Rollo will absolutely never admit that he has a soft spot for the winter spirit. Jack just hopes Yuu can help Rollo have a bit more Fun.

Bunnymund: Bunny is.. alright. He simply leaves colorful eggs and homemade chocolate for children to find. He doesn't break into anyone's home or creeps on kids. So, he's alright in Rollo's books. The two of them also bond over flowers, weirdly enough, and being pranked by Jack. Bunny also thinks Rollo is an alright kid, even if he's a little unhinged sometimes. He's just glad Yuu has given him something to Hope for in life and in the future.

Sandman: 🥺 Sandy is hands down Rollo's favorite guardian. Probably because he and Yuu's combined efforts are the reason he has a somewhat reasonable sleep schedule that isn't plagued by horrific nightmares of the past. They sometimes have (decaffeinated, much to Rollo's chagrin) coffee together. Despite being mute, Sandy has effectively become Rollo's therapist (as Yuu is his girlfriend now, not his life coach). And Sandy can only hope that their sessions can help the poor boy be able to have sweet Dreams again all on his own.

Bonus:

Pitch: Local French Arsonist Commits Second Murder - Local Nightmare King Found Dead in Ditch: More News at 11

All of the Guardians looking at Rollo like: Yes, yes, this boy growing even if he get snippy.

North: And now Yuu need to rest.

Sandman, nods:

Yuu, overhearing them and smiles: Ready to go home, Rolls?

Rollo: Yes, today has been tiring. *holds out his hand* Shall we?

Yuu, takes it: We shall.

[imtrashraccoon]

Nightmare Cuddles 2: Electric Boogaloo... Side note, 'member when Axe gave Reader the soul talk? I 'member...

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Nightmare - Frozen

Word Count: 1,512

You were in another dream, or at least, you thought you were. This time, you were in the middle of the woods with no indication of where you were. To top it all off, you were also stranded in a fierce blizzard. You weren't dressed for the weather at all, but even if the wind wasn't blowing snow all over the place, you'd still be freezing cold. Even just standing here for a few minutes and your exposed skin was already starting to feel tingly and painful.

"Hello? Anyone?" you called out. The whistling of the wind seemed to steal your words away as soon as they'd left your lips.

But nobody came...

You started to walk, although your feet sank halfway into the snow and halfway up your calves with each step. You were shivering by now and your teeth were badly chattering as well. You had to find shelter and you had to find it now.

Just when you were beginning to lose hope, the thick trees seemed to part and you spotted a small log cabin up ahead. The roof was covered in a thick layer of snow and the wind had blown massive drifts against the walls, but there was light shining from within and smoke lazily drifting out of the chimney. The mere thought of being warm again was enough to spur you onwards and the forest almost melted away as you zeroed in on your goal.

You managed to reach the door and to your immense relief, it was actually unlocked. You practically stumbled over your feet in your haste to get inside. It didn't help that you couldn't feel your toes anymore.

The temperature change was instantaneous. While you were still shivering, your body was already feeling the benefits of the warm air and shelter from the wind.

The cabin was very simply furnished with rough hewn furniture and the whole room seemed to have been built around a large, stone fireplace. There were thick quilts on the bed and furs nailed to the walls, possibly for insulation or decor? The only thing that seemed slightly out of place though, was the plush couch that had been seemingly dropped in front of the roaring fireplace.

It was also where Nightmare was currently lounging. He lazily looked over when you approached and a smile stretched across his skull, the warmth of which, seemed to rival the warmth in the air.

"Ah, there you are. I'm glad you made it," he said softly.

"I nearly didn't..." You shuddered and wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to get some feeling back into your muscles.

"I had faith that you would." There was a slightly mischievous glint in his cyan eyelight that seemed to suggest ulterior motives but you couldn't be sure what those were. Well, until he motioned for you to come closer that is.

"Would you care to sit with me, dear?" he nearly purred in that velvety tone of voice that never failed to make your heart do a flip. It should be illegal to sound half as enchanting as he did...

You weren't complaining though. He could read the phone book out loud and you would still swoon over him. With a weak nod, you approached the couch but it felt like you were in a haze as you did so. It was probably just the effects of early hypothermia though...

You felt him drape a very soft quilt over your shoulders and another one over your legs when you sank into the couch cushions. The heat from the fire felt heavenly to your chilled body and you stretched out your hands to warm them up again. There was nothing quite like sitting in front of a warm fire to make you feel better after being out in the cold like that.

You were momentarily shocked out of the clouds your mind had taken up residence in when two of Nightmare's tentacles snaked behind your back. He not so subtly pulled you even closer until he could rest his skull on the top of your head if he wanted to.

The interesting part was that his tentacles were rather warm to the touch instead of cool like they naturally were. You suspected it was because of the black ooze coating them that naturally absorbed the heat from the roaring fire. The rest of him also felt quite warm to the touch and it was effectively chasing the chill away from your bones.

This was nice. It almost felt domestic in a way...if you ignored the sheer power imbalance and the fact that this was only a dream. Still, it was turning out to be another nice one.

Neither of you said anything for several minutes and just enjoyed the warmth of the fire as well as each other's company. Eventually though, you broke the silence first.

"I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but you've been far kinder than I initially expected. In fact, compared to my first few interactions with Dust and Killer, you've been downright nice."

Nightmare let out a low chuckle at that. "I'm not a nice person," he responded quietly. "I merely treat people how they deserve to be treated. Since you've been respectful and have managed to get along with all of my henchmen, I have deemed you worthy of kindness, even if it's only what little I'm capable of giving."

You turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "If you consider our previous interactions as you only showing a little bit of kindness, than you're already better than most people I've met."

He seemed a little taken aback by your words and his normally passive expression faltered into something more of a concerned one. His cyan eyelight scanned your face for several long seconds before he slowly shook his skull.

"Either you've only met people that are truly despicable or you don't know what true kindness is," he murmured.

"Maybe a bit of both?"

He started to nod but paused and gave you a bit of a weird look. "I thought your soul trait was Kindness...?"

You shrugged, "I have no idea honestly. Axe once told me I might be a variation of Kindness but I have no idea if that's true or not."

"Axe has good intuition. I am surprised neither of the other two ever drew you into an Encounter though. They aren't usually the types to hold back..." He trailed off and got a bit of a thoughtful expression now.

"Huh, I guess it never really came up? Although I don't even think they really saw me as much of a threat in the first place."

"Perhaps," Nightmare mused. "However they are smart enough to know that looks can be deceiving."

"I am really curious what my soul trait actually is though..."

He chuckled and lightly patted you on the head. "I'm afraid I can't actually draw you into an Encounter in this place, but I do not mind showing you some other time."

He fixed you with a more serious look and added, "Showing one's own soul to another is generally a very personal and sometimes intimate affair. So please consider it carefully, as by letting me see your soul, I'll be able to see even your deepest secrets. I should also mention that once secrets are revealed, they can never be truly hidden again..."

You nodded solemnly and stared into the dancing flames. You knew very well how serious it was. While you didn't know a lot about magic or souls, you'd seen how excited human-monster couples got at the prospect of sharing their souls with each other. It was never something you'd imagined to experience for yourself though.

You weren't special. You weren't rich, or very attractive, or particularly skilled. There was no reason for a monster to give you a second glance...

Nightmare had a good point though. You had known him for barely four days and you weren't exactly sure if you wanted him to know everything about you. Frankly, you didn't know if you wanted any of the boys to know about some of your deepest secrets. You were still curious though...

"Hey Nightmare?" you asked.

He hummed and tilted his skull in a questioning way.

"This dream seems reminiscent of you."

"Whatever do you mean by that?"

You couldn't help but smile at what you were about to tell him. "Well, outside it's absolutely frigid, but there's a small kernel of warmth on the inside. You seem much the same in my opinion."

His permanent smile widened considerably in clear amusement. "That's an...interesting way of putting it, dear..." He used his tentacles to lightly squeeze you and his gaze seemed almost affectionate for a brief moment.

After that, you eventually fell asleep next to him and the dream ended pleasantly. Despite everything, you felt content knowing that he seemingly cared about you, even if he hadn't acknowledged it out loud. Why else would he even be bothering to spend his time with you lately?

[voidmilkfanart]

Now hear me out... Christmas Part AU 2: Electric Boogaloo

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale

Cross belongs to Jael Peñaloza/Jakei95

[stardustpr1ncess]

So over the course of binging Camp Cretaceous over the weekend to the point of exhaustion, I can confidently say I love it. Kinda glad I waited this long to watch it since idk how I'd feel having to wait for Chaos Theory.

Did I hate nearly every main character at one point or another? Yes, undoubtedly so, stop saving every dinosaur you find when it means your friends will be in danger DARIUS YOU FUCK. Did season 4 start Kenji x Brooklynn (she's in middle school while he has FACIAL HAIR 🤮) and have the main protagonist be literally an incel with robot dogs? Yes, sadly.

HOWEVER, seasons 1 2 and 3 were phenomenal character studies on how 6 kids would handle being stranded on dinosaur Disney World. Not only how they would survive such a tragedy, but how they would grow and come to terms with complex emotions about themselves and their new found family.

Some examples being the phenomenal arc that Ben goes through when he becomes isolated from the entire group, and slowly realizes he's in a sink or swim situation in which being the same "Scared Ben" (his words) will get him killed. He realizes this when he's surrounded by Compies alone with no one he can rely upon, so he finds the strength within himself (that dog in him if you will) to intimate them into running away. Furthermore he continues to survive alone for weeks, growing so confident as to fight Toro (the carnotaurus) in order to get to main street, knowing he's severely outmatched, but that it's his only chance of rescue.

My personal favorite example (yes... sadly this happens in season 4 😭) involves Yasmina, the best character. Over the course of their 6 months on Isla Nublar, they have been abandoned by the people put in charge of their care, stranded on a jungle island filled with dinosaurs, along with 3 hybrid dinosaurs bred to be perfect killers, and had to fight to survive essentially everyday. So, upon leaving the island and having a chance to be rescued, only to find there's just more dinosaurs on island 2 electric boogaloo, something inside Yaz snaps. They actually commit to giving this 15 year old PTSD from dinosaurs! Which is the most sane and likely consequence of this situation. She constantly has nightmares about dinosaurs, and has panic attacks at the sight or sound of them, causing the group to actually have to factor that into plans and not have her do insane stuff like sprint from Tyrannosaurus Rex's.

Season 5 was also good and Daniel Kon was an enjoyable and well built up villain, but at that point all the kids are so feral from being stranded on 2 dinosaur islands that it's nowhere near as grounded as the first 3 seasons. Therefore I can't really bring myself to say things like "stop saving the dinosaurs Darius you are fucking stupid", because at that point, they're so lost in the sauce of being the most dedicated environmental activists ever, that they might as well finish the job.

OH! Did I mention that Bumpy is in fact a character in this show? Or that she's also the cutest ever? Or that they're making a Lego set of her that I WITHOUT A DOUBT will be purchasing? That's a very important part of the essay can't be leaving Bumpy out like that.

That's a decent amount of what I wanted to say about Camp Cretaceous, there may be more essays to come since this is a 5 season show and Chaos Theory just released. Thank you for reading.

[goatcheesecak3]

Masterlist & request conditions

Requests are currently open :^)

Request conditions

Sfw only

Short fics and hcs

Asking me to write for a hyperfeminine reader would be like asking a fish to ride a bike (I do not have the facilities for that)

I'll probably get to you faster if you request literally anyone other than Rodrick, just bc i get a LOT of Rodrick requests so I'm more excited to write for someone new (I'll still get round to u tho)

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated because my ego needs feeding (she's a ravenous bitch)

Characters I write for

Rodrick heffley (doawk)

Dean taylor (the entitled)

Adam (being charlie)

Mike (sacrifice)

Casper Galloway (dead Before dawn)

Freddy Klein (small time)

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (Saw, 2004)

Specs (insidious)

Matt (dying breed)

Gavin (the mule)

Masterlist

All character hcs

What devon's characters would get up to on Halloween

World's best venn diagram

World's best venn diagram part two: electric boogaloo

Rodrick

Beach date

Cuddly Rodrick

Meeting the parents

Getting ready

Cuddling hcs

Dating hcs 1

Dating hcs 2

Character hcs 1

Character hcs 2

Character hcs 3

Cooking hcs

Birthday hcs

Artistic partner hcs

Adam

Blind date

Getting serious

Dating hcs

Dean Taylor

Come to bed

I'm sorry

Don't go

Nightmare

Dating hcs

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight

Dating hcs

Adam gets a good ending because I said so

Warm

Bus stop (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 2 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 3 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 4 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 5 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 6 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 7 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Dad bod hcs

Hot head (m!reader) (f!reader)

Art teacher

Specs

Specs xf!reader

Specs xm!reader

Coming out ( x ftm!reader)

Drunk (m!reader) (f!reader)

Gavin

Gavin x F!reader

[theheraldsrest]

MASTERLIST

Rules

Wills and Wonts

(TBA) DA Companions

(TBA) DA2 Companions:

-Gruff Reader confesses crush to Varric

DAI Companions and Advisors:

-Compliments Before/After Romancing

-(Romanced) Cullen, Blackwall, or The Iron Bull seeing The Inquisitor come back after a long journey

-Companions receiving/giving gifts

-(Romanced) Companions being asked to hold something for Inquisitor, then the Inquisitor holds their hand

-(CONTINUED)Non-romanced Companions being asked to hold something for the Inquisitor, then the Inquisitor holds their hand

-Companions reacting to Inquisitor jumping off the balcony at Skyhold

-Companions in a snowball fight

-Varric, Cullen and Solas comforting Lavellan!Inquisitor after they wake in a panic from nightmares

-Companions reacting to an Inquisitor who touches very casually

-Inquisitor bringing back a dragon egg and claiming it as their own child

-Companions (+Scout Harding and Varric) when they realized they were in love

-(Romanced) Companions reacting to Asexual Inquisitor

-Companions asked to watch over your drink

-(Romanced) Companions with a Flirtatious Inquisitor (booty grabs)

-Companions react to a Blind Inquisitor

-(Romanced) Companions proposing to the Inquisitor

-Companions reacting to an Inquisitor who covers their burn marks

-(Romanced) Companions walking in on the Inquisitor changing

-(Platonic and Romanced) Companions (+ Varric) reacting to an exhausted Inquisitor falling asleep

-Companions reacting to Sub-Human Species

-(Platonic and Romanced) Companions reacting to Female!Inquisitor saying she's pregnant

-(Romanced) Companions react to Inquisitor's awkward flirting attempts

-Companions (Romanced Dorian) react to the Male!Inquisitor adopting a child

-Companions reacting to Inquisitor's trained mounts

-(Romanced) Companions react to a drunk Inquisitor celebrating their victory against a dragon

-Companions (+Scout Harding and Krem) react to a rubix cube

-(Platonic and Romanced) Companions reacting to a very loquacious Elf!Inquisitor being silenced

-Companions react to the Inquisitor flying

-Companions react to Teen!Inquisitor

-(Romanced) Companions switching bodies with Inquisitor

-Companions react to Inquisitor losing their arm

-Companions being Competent, Badass, or Admirable

-(Romanced) Companions reacting to the Inquisitor's death

-Companions react to Inquisitor hiding their newest injuries

-Companions react to Mute/Deaf!Inquisitor

-Companions react to Mage!Lavellan!Inquisitor coming out as Trans(Male)

-Companions reacting to sick Mage!Trevelyan!Inquisitor

-(Romanced) Companions reacting to Secret Baby Nug/Mabari Pup

-Companions react to Inquisitor dating Yvette (Josephine’s Sister)

-Companions (+Romanced) reacting to Inquisitor turned into a cat

-(Romanced) Companions react to Inquisitor walking in on Companions Changing

-Companions react to Inquisitor drawing/sketching them

Headcanons:

-Josephine and Fem!Lavellan Headcanons

-Josephine romance with Genderfluid/Non-Binary Inquisitor Headcanons

-Krem Romance Headcanons

Companion Conversations:

-Sera and Dorian are friends

-Mass Effect: Inquisition

NSFW (18+, MINORS DO NOT ENTER):

-NSFW Alphabet for Blackwall

-NSFW Alphabet for Varric

-NSFW Alphabet for Cullen

-NSFW Alphabet for Solas

-NSFW Alphabet for The Iron Bull

-(SLIGHT NSFW)(Romanced) Companions reacting to Inquisitor being extremely flirtatious and wanting some "alone time"

-(SLIGHT NSFW)(Romanced) Companions reacting to Chubby Inquisitor with their first time

-(SLIGHT NSFW)(Romanced) Bull, Cullen, Blackwall and Dorian reacting to Inquisitor flirting

Other:

-Lex and Cabot Inquisitor Introductions

-The Inquisition was your family

-Solas is an Egg

-Cabot questions (Leliana)

-Solas Holmes

-No one likes the The Royal Court

-What goes through Lex's head when writing NSFW

-Lex answering asks

-Cole appreciation post

-Predictions for DA4

-Lex regretting the blog

-Lex remembers we have a blog

-Lex remembers we have a blog Part 2

-Lex remembers we have a blog Part 3, electric boogaloo

[yakool-foolio]

Damn, so it really is The Professor Case Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. And Eddie is having none of it. Listen man, if all of your ancestors can handle the gruesome details, then I'm sure y'all can get through all the gory bits as well. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be playing Dog Nightmare by Jack Stauber in the background for ambience.

EDGEWORTH GOT HIT WITH THE TOUPEE ATTACK HAHAHAH! Now you and Phoenix can have a bonding moment over both getting an eyeful of wig by the same guy.

GREGORY WAS THE ONE THAT STARTED THE 'BIGGEST SMILES' SAYING??? I THOUGHT IT WAS GODOT/DIEGO! I guess Gregory passed it down to both Eddie and Diego, then it continued to travel further. The influence... The impact...

'Acquaintance?' Wheatley voice: You know her? Edgeworth what kinda people are you meeting with? Okay yeah this assassin is pretty rad, blind yet equally capable of vicious killings with his seeing-eye partner in crime canine companion. And he's got a cool-lookin' Cerberus chess piece he carved himself to boot. Ignore all the weapons in his cell-

He said it chat he said the funny

Edgeworth: Kay get out of the fucking animal exhibit! Kay: I'm on top of a mountain and you're not! Edgeworth: GET OUT OF THE EXHIBIT I AM YOUR DAD! Kay: You're not my dad! (Reference to one of my favorite videos on the internet)

Bronco has a coffee machine in his cell! Hope that means Godot has one in his cell, too. Ya can never deprive that man of his 17 daily brews.

THE LITTLE PROSECUTOR THAT COULD AND THE HAMMER TIME JUDGE HAVE RETURNED! I thrive with this rival duo's dynamic, goofy lil guy and his supportive mom friend.

(To Whom It May Concern - @masked-disciple)

[moonlight-coffeebean-147]

Doodle Dump 2: Electric Boogaloo

So to distract myself from…. recent irl events…. Here’s another doodle dump featuring Usagi and the ocs of @twistedtummies2 . Imma be real… it’s been a shitty week. From college to…. Whatever that was… I’ve just honestly been feeling mentally drained rn. But doodling helps me calm down as well as TT2’s ocs. Expect a lot more doodles here in the future. For my own comfort, but for hopefully ya’lls as well <3

A compilation of Usagi with Billy. I have to admit I kind of also ship them with him. Primarily cause 1. The Rabbit aesthetic, 2. It speaks to my g/t loving heart, and 3. Billy’s my second favorite besides Elias. Billy’s fairly easy for me to draw

….This is the worst thing I’ve drawn like 😭😭😭😭. I made the original doodle at work so yea…. Bald Billy & Rizzler Nakoda… more like Rizzkoda am I right? (kill me now). Fun fact, Procreate actually crashed on me when I was doing this so I guess that’s a sign 💀

Two doodles I made during midterm week. Also the week I realized Usagi was also partially a vent oc for me. Take that as you will.

And finally we starting a design for Overblot!Usagi. It appears that those feelings of inadequacy and being forgotten got too much for our poor Ramshackle Prefect. I may still need time to come up with an actual idea for what leads them to Overblot. Their design I plan to be based on that of concept art for when Oswald was the planned villain for Epic Mickey other than the Blot, a trolley conductor uniform in reference to Trolley Troubles on of Oswald’s first shorts, and possibly have imagery from the other overblots. Also besides their head and clothes… her entire body is covered in blot. As for abilities, one idea that I think could be interesting is them being able to detach and reattach body parts like Oswald has done in the past. Think that could be some nice nightmare fuel 😂. Another idea is implementing the paint and thinner in some way… but the idea is that they can create a large amount of thinner to create a wave and when touch by said thinner, the person turns to a statue…. a little nod to what happens to Ortensia in the first game. The paint has the abilities to create physical illusions, more specifically clones, similar to Lapis Lazuli’s copy of the gems to fight in the Ocean Gem episodes or Neo’s semblance ability from Rwby, specifically season 9. It would be a reference to the animatronics of Mickey’s friends, once again from Epic Mickey. Their smile I do like thinking is a reference to how the characters smile in stuff like the title cards or even the mascot suit…. But the more depressing reason is that Usagi at this point has officially snapped and is at that point of no return. It’s the whole smile through the pain kind of thing. To add up they’re a human so their blot form is on the brink of collapse at any moment. They are both figuratively and literally straining to hold themselves together. If the thinner ability idea goes through (in my mind) to Usagi… staues can last for a long time, they can be used to represent someone’s life, their memory. I might go more in depth with it once I finish the design… but yeah it’s gonna get heavy.

Anyways back to the void. Hope yall enjoyed! : > Stay safe out there. Take a breather. It will all be okay

I may be internally panicking. But I have comfort in knowing that… at least I got more plushies coming in the future.

This is Moon signing off for now, have a good one ✨

[zyafics]

Please post chapter 23🙏🏼 we could all really use a pick me up to cheer us up after American politics is a nightmare 2: electric boogaloo

maybe! i’m going to study tonight and everything and the next part is THICK so it’s gonna take me a min

[littleeggrock]

introduction part 2: electric boogaloo

Hey! call me Ev. I've got no preferred pronouns, refer to me however you damn please. demi-aro/ace, please dni if ur gonna send me gross stuff

this is now my QSMP blog, it's a bit of a mess right now because up until very recently it was my main lmao. i'm a jaiden pov main, but i'll post about/reblog most large events and stuff here.

you can also find me at my alt account @arcane-strangeness, where i post about whatever catches my interest. at the moment this is mainly Life is Strange, Arcane, and Pathologic, but i have also hyperfixtated on things like the Little Nightmares franchise, splatoon, Netflix's Arcane, Stranger Things, The Gorillaz/a lot of indie/rock/punk bands, Sally Face (or anything in that sort of genre like Little Miss Fortune and Franbow), Hilda, and more!

i also do art, and i'll post a lot of that over there as well.

but to any of the q!jaiden mains out there, stay strong. the drought is hopefully almost over, we just gonna make it to February.