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nenoname · 4 months ago

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stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff

and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing

like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)

stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context

while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands

ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is

idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok

#stan pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #gravity falls #stan twins #as for the 'still on your mind' thing to me its stan literally thinking about bill despite ford resolving to move past it #or alternatively me on my same coin theory obsession lmao #me yelling and screaming at ouroboros being used to link to the axolotl and bill and how ford didn't actually keep it #which brings up even more questions about it reappearing in the shack when stan takes over #of course even if him realising about reincarnation being a thing i think its still way less to deal with than his actual issues #something something a same soul doesnt mean much when he already proved himself a better person a million times over #idk my thoughts on reincarnation as a concept is like eh??? anyway #also completely unrelated but stan writing fanfic means he knows what soos meant when he was talking about stan fics #soos seems like a gen fic writer especially with the ones we got as those promos #the train one where he comes up with a giant backstory for the setting that has nothing to do with the fic bros is super funny #but meanwhile we have stan the canonical smut writer who had to be writing it that summer #would he be a self insert shipper? would he projecting on the duchess instead? is he both???#i have many questions #then again judging from hows theres a wedding scene that he got super emotional over he might just be a shipper????#this has nothing to do with my original post #...or does it cos the axolotl last appears reacting to stan freaking out about count li--#anyway if you think this post is longer than my usual its cos i physically made myself delete most tags and put it in the actual post

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lunarmoves · 5 months ago

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you weren't sure what had woken you up.

you only knew that one moment you had been dreaming—of what, you could not recall—and the next you were staring up at the textured ceiling of your bedroom. your eyes took a moment to adjust. moonlight, dewy and milky, yawned along the walls from the open-curtained window to your right. there was a stillness to the air befitting of the late hour. you blinked once, then twice, your mind hazy with lingering sleep.

that was when you heard it.

scritch scritch scritch.

slowly, you sat up, your blanket pooling around your waist. you rubbed at one of your eyes, groggily trying to piece together some vague understanding of what you were hearing. your room looked no different, honestly. boxes were still lined along the leftmost wall that you had yet to unpack. a desk tucked in the far right corner had your hunting weapons scattered across its surface—your bow and arrows. your silver dagger. the door directly across from you was slightly ajar, just like you'd left it earlier.

faintly, you could see small specks of dust as they floated in the moonlit air. you wrinkled your nose. you had yet to do a deep clean, preoccupied as you were with everything else. you wiggled your toes slightly from where they poked up from underneath your blanket.

it was quiet.

scritch scritch scritch.

you turned around, craning your neck back as you stared at the wall your bed's headboard was propped up against. it was a plain thing, painted a light lavender that looked midnight purple in the darkness of your room. you watched it for a moment, like you were expecting something to reveal itself or change. but nothing did.

you reached up and ran the tips of your fingers along the wall. then, carefully, you stood up. your feet sunk into the plushness of your mattress. it would be easy to lose your balance. you braced one hand on the top of the headboard.

you stared at the wall some more. and slowly, ever so slowly, you leaned forward to press your ear against it.

the plaster of the wall was cool against your skin. you could hear your own breaths, your own heartbeat. a steady rhythm that nearly wiped out all other sound.

you waited, terse and quiet.

scritch. scritch scritch.

it was like it was directly inside your ear. incessant. like someone was scratching a thin nail against concrete.

you huffed and leaned back to eye your wall once again. this house was old, handed down through generations until your grandfather had eventually gifted it to you. and thus you knew the prospect of rodents running inside the walls was not too absurd of an idea.

you rubbed at your eye again, too tired to deal with this at the moment. gently, you banged your fist against the wall—a muffled thump thump thump that echoed throughout your room. and after a few moments of silence, you plopped back down in your bed. hopefully that scared the rodents off.

you'd deal with them in the morning.

the next time you heard the scratching, it was just past sunset.

you were in one of the halls on the first floor of the house, repainting it after having ripped off the old, yellowed wallpaper. the lights flickered for just a brief moment, drawing you from your work as you glanced up at the bulbs on the ceiling. but before you could squint at them for too long, you heard it.

scritch scritch scritch.

right in front of you.

you paused and looked back down at the section of the wall you were painting. your eyes were level with discolored plaster you had yet to cover up. you'd bought rat poison a few days ago at the small town nearby and crammed it into whatever cracks in the walls you could find. you had hoped it would be enough. it was not.

your lips twisted as you frowned at the wall. you really did not want to contact anyone to deal with the rodents. it would cost a pretty penny, and you were trying to save up so you could make additional repairs on the house. you grunted and set your brush down on the top of the paint bucket. then, you stepped back and wiped your hands on your overalls as you scrutinized the wall.

further down the hall, you heard it again. faintly.

scritch scritch. scritch.

your head turned to stare in its direction. and after a short moment of consideration, you trailed after the sound. maybe it would lead you to a hole you'd missed.

the scratching moved down the hall and to the right, trailing all the way up to a peeling, white door with a large lock on it. you grimaced. the basement. you never did find the key to open it—especially with how cluttered everything had gotten once you'd moved in.

you weighed your options in your mind for a bit, then turned around to make your way over to one of the storage closets. rummaging inside for a minute or two, you let out an aha! once you found the perfect tool. a hammer.

gripping it in your hand, you made your way back over to the basement door. and with a few well-placed hits, you broke the lock on it and kicked it off to the side. you tucked the hammer into your overalls and pulled open the door. dust wheezed into the air.

wooden stairs led down to a dark room. it was stifling. musty. you could see the cobwebs that lined the rail and the corners of the staircase. you shivered slightly. this door had not been opened in a very, very long time. you could only imagine the amount of work you'd need to do for restoration.

you tugged the collar of your shirt up so that it covered your nose and mouth. just past the door frame, there was a switch on the wall. you flicked it.

light spluttered to life from a bulb that hung over the middle of the staircase. you peered down and caught a glimpse of a concrete floor. off to the sides of the stairs, you could see more boxes, their shadows stretching languidly towards you. you strained your ears, listening past the deafening roar of the basement's silence.

scritch scritch scritch.

you started your descent.

the stairs creaked and groaned with every step, protesting against your weight. you winced slightly at the sounds and found yourself skipping a few steps so you could reach the bottom faster. your skin crawled as you made your way past all the cobwebs. your shirt slipped off your nose once you stepped further away from the stairs. your eyes trailed around as you took everything in.

the basement was just that: a basement. another room for storage. moonlight from a small, rectangular window on the wall directly across from you filtered through the air. it cast everything in an ethereal glow, illuminating things just enough that you could decipher what you were seeing.

there were more wooden boxes scattered about. old, antique furniture and other miscellaneous items were interspersed between them. a lamp in the shape of a flower with curled petals. a rocking chair with carvings of small animals along its arms and legs. a chest with another lock tucked in a corner.

you marveled at it all as you ventured around the room, stepping between stacks of books and ornate dishware. you wondered why your grandfather never sold any of this stuff. though, you supposed he was a bit of a hoarder.

you kept your eyes and ears peeled as you glanced at the surrounding walls. there was no more scratching. no pattering of tiny feet against the floor. no holes from what you could see either, though you were going off of the limited lighting from the window, so perhaps you missed something.

you frowned. you'd have to come back when it was brighter down here, maybe get a few lamps to chase away all the darkness. mind made up, you turned back to head towards the staircase.

as you did, however, your eyes caught onto an object just under the window. it was covered with a white sheet—stark like a ghost against the shadows that surrounded it. and it was such an odd thing, wasn't it? the only covered thing you could see. curiosity got the better of you.

approaching the object, you took note that it came up to about chest height. your nose wrinkled as you caught sight of the layers of dust upon the cover. you used your arm to shield your nose and mouth. then, with your free hand, you swiftly tore the white sheet off.

you weren't sure what you'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't a small, metal cage stacked atop another box. you let the sheet flutter to the ground, waving your hand in front of you in a feeble attempt to disperse the cloud of dust that had burst in the air. on top of the cage was a slim, vertical piece of paper. you picked it up.

you... couldn't tell what you were looking at. there was some pattern of sorts on the paper, drawn in ink that nearly glistened in the dim lighting. squiggles and waves. dots and strange characters. you squinted at it—felt the thick material of the paper itself—then shrugged and let it fall to the floor to join the sheet. your grandfather had been a strange man, particularly in his later years. you'd learned long ago not to question the things you found in his old house.

bending slightly, you peered past the thin bars of the cage. you'd been expecting an animal of sorts, dead or taxidermied or something. what you didn't expect were two dolls.

you straightened up and reached up a hand to the small lock on the cage's door. what was with your grandfather and locks, honestly. you pulled out the hammer from your overalls and quickly disposed of the lock before shoving it back into your pocket. the cage door creaked open. you pushed past it to grab the dolls and tug them into the light.

they were similar yet different, with matching smiles and crescent markings on their faces. one was colored red and gold, with yellow protrusions from its head that you realized mirrored the sun. the other was silver and blue, a hat with gold stars nestled comfortably on top of its head. both the dolls had blank, grey eyes that stared up at you hauntingly. you ignored the goosebumps along your arms.

you squeezed them slightly, one in each hand. your fingers sank into the plush material of their torsos. your thumbs ran across the intricate stitching of their tiny clothes. and you wondered what they were doing down here, locked in a little cage seemingly made for their little bodies. it was strange.

shaking your head, you glanced up at the window to see the moon steadily rising into the sky. it was getting late and you still needed to clean up. you eyed the dolls in your hand and set them atop the cage, propping them up against each other so they were sitting upright. you'd come back for them later. maybe you could sell them to one of the kids in town.

as you turned around to make your way back out of the basement, you failed to notice the way the dolls' eyes suddenly glowed a gentle white. following your figure as you disappeared up the stairs.

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doodlesdreaming · 5 months ago

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“This concert was definitely worth sneaking into!”

Dance with the Dead AU- @zoanluen

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bestjeanistmonster · 8 months ago

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finally watched sonic prime season 3.

spent three hours watching a whole lot of nothing fight scenes happen before getting a cliffhanger ending. I admit my expectations were high but I didn’t think that they should’ve been that low

Also renegade knuckles is amazing, prime!Amy should’ve been able to meet the other roses she would’ve adored them and Rouge should’ve gotten a cowboy universe.

That is all

#vix when u said that eps 2-6 were literally just fight scenes i thought/hoped it was an exaggeration but. Dear God #i enjoyed a few things here and there but still im a bit bummed and disappointed at how it turned out #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic fandom #sonic fanart #art #drawing #doodles #digital art #sonic the hedgehog fanart #this week on: jean's troubles #sth art #digital aritst #sth self insert #sonic sona #sonic prime #jeanist thinks

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mindiemakes · 1 year ago

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RISES FROM THE ASH TO DRAW STUFF FOR @strawbubbysugar ‘s newest banger

School has been kicking my booty y’all, but I really wanted to draw stuff for the bethroned fic cause I love me a royalty trope

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #self insert #y/n #bethroned AU #this is so rushed but I loved this scene in particular #moon said 👁️👁️

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heistttyyy · 1 year ago

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Dump ^~^ (AHHH YAOI BLAST JUMPSCARE WARNING)

#moldy art tag #homestuck #nepeta leijon #transmasc nepeta #roxy lalonde #hatsune miku #homestuck fanart #terezi pyrope #scene #rawr xd #persona #self insert #hastag live laugh love spike spiegel i LOVEEE HIM ....#hes my wife #heart emoji

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hansama · 2 years ago

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The skellies have very smoochable faces..... ///////

(doodle 4 a bet on twit, but i like it enough to post here)

#undertale #sans #oc #han #self insert x canon #oc x canon #han talks #I LOVE THEM #ALL #i ran out of space otherwise i'd have drawn more #gomen swappy #and the other skellies too #i smooch u all behind the scenes #my god i can't believe i drew and posted this it's so scandalous

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juniemunie · 10 months ago

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If we're not giving up, don't give up wherever you are.

That's a promise.

#im not even sure if you can see whats going on clearly on that last pic but i give up im too tired #scenario: we get to interact with the lost soul. cuz its not like he can see us.... but he would definitely know its not frisk though #considering deltarune noelle can hear our voice wHY NOT HUH?? HUH??? WHY NOT US WITH SANS #IM THROWING THAT LINE BACK AT YOU SANS #whats gonna happen after this? he probably wont remember. everyone canonically only remembers flowey and then a flash of white after.#but we will keep that moment close in our hearts hehe #IF HE WERE TO REMEMBER THE VOICE? id say it would become his lil own personal motivation. remembering it brightens his mood on bad days.#it still makes me lose my mind #that THAT PROMISE LINE #is in the code #but is never directly seen in game #BUT ITS THERE #AND THE IMPLICATIONS #makes me so damn emotional #anyways this scene is going to my delusional fanfic that im debating on whether im even going to post it or not #we shall see #sansnomaly #sans x reader #sans x self insert #sans undertale #junie art post

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jade-green-butterfly · 2 months ago

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🎶Forever and ever! You'll stay in my heart and I will love you~! (Forever) Forever! (And ever!) Ever! We never will part, ooh, how I love you~! (Together!) Together! (Together!) Together! That's how it must be to live without you, Would only mean heartbreak for meeee...! Only mean heartbreak...for me...~🎶

I know my birthday was four days ago but I REALLY wanted to share with you all one of my magnificent birthday gifts, which I lovingly received and was wonderfully done by my lovely One-san, @kaitlinexe on the big day~✨🤩🎊💝 It features my most beloved and top OTP of all time, Coossy (💜🧁Cooper x Jussy a.k.a moi🦋💚) starring in one of my fave scenes from Sing 2 featuring the classic hit, 'I Say A Little Prayer' 🎤🌟Kaitlin said both and song really fitted me and Cooper, and she's SO right! >W< It totally does~!💗😍💗 But seriously, words cannot describe how absolutely gorgeous this masterpiece looks...from the stunning poses to every fabulous detail~ 💖🥹 EEEEEE~!! It's just SO beautiful-!!💓😭💓I really truly love, love, LOVE it so to the stars above~!!🌟🥰❣️❣️🥰🌟

Thank-you ever so, soooo much, my dear Kaitlin!💞🫂💞This treasurable piece really made my special day, and you have captured Cooper and I ever so perfectly and preciously together in this breathtakingly romantic moment~!✨💜💗💚👏🏻🥰 Keep up the awesome work!👍🏻😊💝And you all love as much as I do too, enjoy~!🫶🏻😉💕xoxo.

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Trollsona Jussy/Justina Butterfly (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)

Cooper (c) DreamWorks Trolls/DreamWorks Animation

Sing 2-Inspired Coossy Birthday Gift (c) @kaitlinexe~💜

'Say A Little Prayer' sung by Tori Kelly & Pharrell Williams

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