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Spedran this for the anniversary! Can't believe Danny Phantom is 20 years old.
It's been very cathartic to me to be honest to see a show about a character who can't keep up with everything in his life, but he keeps trying anyway. It helps with that neat autistic burnout.
Happy anniversary Danny. You did good. I hope you got to visit the moon.
Break Your Chains, by Silas Owen
Hey it’s ace week and you’re local ace has something to say! I’ve been out as ace for 3 years now and it’s still a big part of my identity that I’m proud of so here’s a lil something for those who need it!
Good Omens and the Forbidden book, chap 1
Chap 2
Good omens and the forbidden book chap 3, the sorting ceremony Chap 2 Good Omens and the Forbidden book, chap 1
Here’s a little thank you drawing for an Etsy order because I loved it a lot ^^
I did a small animation clip collab with my friend @cormical, who did the awesome animation!! Voice clip is from the game Dragon Age Inquisition Made in Toon Boom Harmony
🦀🏳️🌈 pride time 🏳️🌈🦀
A collection of doodles I do when I have my Dragon Age phases. It comes and go, multiple times a year, and it’s always very intense. (The one who looks like a younger Flemeth and the girl with the orange background are characters from the comics, I’m telling just in case. The elf in blue is my Lavellan Inquisitor-i only gave her blue stuff :P )
Memories - Chapter one “Flashback” https://www.patreon.com/ramonn90 Hey guys! “Memories” is a series of short stories visually inspired by the anime of the 80s and based on daily situations with a touch of madness from time to time. I always wanted to make animated movies but I think I had never considered myself good enough, but you know what? It’s time to try. This is not a professional animated movie or series but with your help I can make more chapters and pay other artists to improve quality (voice actors, animators, etc), this is my passion and I plan to do it with or without money, but with money At least I could spend all my time doing what I love, art. Thank you for your support
I don’t know if we’re still in the age of Y/N L/N search-and-replace self-insert fanfics but can I just say there’s MASSIVE untapped potential for a Y/N L/N Death Note fanfiction if you just
if you just
hang on. This. Like this:
…
Light clicked his bedroom door shut, and leaned against it, and slid gently down. His attention was wrapped so wholly in the unmarked envelope in his hand. He slit it open, and unsheathed the documents like he was pulling money from a wallet. He was, in a sense. These documents had cost him. The private eye he hired had not been cheap.
But it HAD been worth it, Light knew with relief washing through his veins as he thumbed through the contents: birth certificate, social security card, medical records, vaccination history, school records, IDs with photos – mother’s name, father’s name, date of birth, eye color, hair color, blood type.
Light held in his hands EVERYTHING there was to know about the girl. And he basked in it, drinking it in, a name finally to attach to the woman who haunted him.
First name: Y/N. Last name: L/N.
Light cracked a grin, rib cage rippling with manic chuckles that bubbled to his lips and erupted, cackles, delighted trills. The sense of victory flooded him. That girl who knew he was Kira, that girl who had worked so hard to hide her identity, that girl who plagued him, followed him, haunted him every day, who he could never touch.
Finally, Light could kill her.
He rose, and walked nearly numb to his desk, and pulled out the scrap of Death Note he kept in the false bottom of the top drawer. He reveled in it as he wrote: Y/N L/N, dies alone at 11:48pm of a brain aneurysm.
The damnation felt so sweet.
…
She was waiting for him, early as the sun which crested behind her, all soft smiles and sweet squinted eyes. She was waiting for him as she did every single day. She stood there, as always - a thing of nightmares.
The blood left Light’s face once he opened the front door to her, feet and hands tingling cold, stomach in knots.
He’d been worried when he awoke to no news about his dead university classmate. And the confirmation of his every fear settled as a knot in his gut. Y/N L/N was alive, in front of him, just as she was every other day, smiling.
“You seem surprised, Light. Like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her wry smile was a mockery. Light loathed her more than anything.
“Y/N … L/N…” he muttered, through gritted teeth. “…Good morning.”
“Oh! You discovered my name. Good job good job, that was faster than I expected.”
“Why—”
“Aren’t I dead?” she titled her head and swayed a bit in place. “That’s how Kira kills people, yeah? Full name? And you’ve got mine. So why aren’t I dead?”
Kira. Light’s eye twitched. She did that. At every chance, dropping with such nonchalance that she knew. If he argued back, she would ignore him. If he defended himself, it would get him nowhere.
Ignore, deflect, probe, find a weak point.
“Is it a fake name? Is Y/N L/N a fake name?” It would be hard to believe; it would be beyond elaborate. Every ounce of documentation would need to have been faked, or else perfectly stolen, with a complete erasure of who the girl really was. Not a single piece of contradictory evidence. Enough to completely fool Japan’s most esteemed private eye. It was almost unfathomable.
“No, it’s not a fake name. That’s my name. My real name. You’re right.” She spun on her heel and walked forward, into the sun, toward campus, sunlight streaking through the wisps in her hair. “But you can’t kill me with it, Kira.”
Light refused to answer. He refused to concede. He refused to show his hand, and yet, maybe he already had… Maybe he’d already lost.
He’d try again tonight. He’d try again as many times as it took to eliminate her, this unfathomable girl, who appeared in his uni classroom claiming to be an old elementary school classmate of his, who followed him every day and spoke in hints that suggested she knew, and yet never revealed how, or why, or what she wanted from him.
He’d try again. He’d kill her this time.
“It won’t work, trying again, that is. If you want to kill me, you’ll have to use your own hands.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “But that’s messy, and suspicious, and too easy to solve, right? So you need the Death Note to do away with me. But it won’t work.”
Death Note, dammit, she really DID know.
“Hey Light, what’s my name?”
“Y/N, L/N,” he ground out, almost robotically.
“Say it again.”
“Y/N, L/N.”
“And what name did you write in the Death Note?”
Light hesitated. Did he stand any chance of keeping his hand concealed?
He locked eyes with her, and he knew the answer was no. She knew. He knew.
“Y/N L/N.”
“Doesn’t sound quite right, does it?” she asked. And with her words, Light felt some unsettled something thud in his chest. A disquiet. An unrest. A thinly veiled wrongness.
“My name, that name, Y/N L/N, how do you spell it?” she asked.
“Y…” Light paused. Y? No… That was almost certainly not right.
“First letter, second letter, third letter. Come on. I believe in you.”
A headache was building behind Light’s eyes.
“Y…. S-slash…. N…” No. That wasn’t a name. That wasn’t anyone’s name. And it wasn’t her name. Her name, her name was—
“You can’t spell it, Light. You can’t. And no one can. No one except an extremely, intractably lucky person could even guess what my name might be, at the time that all of this plays out.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do I look like, Light? The Death Note needs a mental image! What do I look like?”
And Light looked. He looked directly at her, piercing, probing, roving, studying, drinking her in. She looked exactly as he remembered, with H/C hair and E/C eyes and….
What color hair?
What color eyes?
What name?
“I’m not anyone, Light,” she offered with the same, sweetly saccharine smile that Light could not describe beyond those words. “Or I’m everyone, I guess. I’m every Y/N L/N who reads this, any one of them. And when the dust settles, and the story stabilizes, and those markers are replaced for real, it will be too late. Because that will not be the name you wrote in your Death Note. You’ll always have written Y, and slash, and N, and L, and slash, and N, and that will never be right. I’ll be someone else by the time it matters, every time.”
Light blinked through the stars in his vision. Looking at her hurt, his vision wobbling in and out of focus on the nothing, and the everything she was. The hair color, and the eye color, and the first name, and the last name, that were every potential quantum combination, and still none of them.
He shut his eyes.
“What do you want from me?” he asked. “Why are you following me? Why do you know who I am. What do you want?”
“Nothing. I want nothing. I don’t have a defined will. It’s not like I’m a person.” She stepped forward again, hands clenched to the bag behind her back. A normal school bag, a normal school uniform, trotting in step eastward toward the college campus. “I’m an insert. And that means I’m whoever they want me to be, every time. It’s not any deeper than that.”
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How fun!
i just love the idea of an oddly specific curse that isn’t even harmful
curse where on tuesdays you can’t say the word tuesday
“What day is it today?” “Second Monday” “Cool, thanks”
curse where you tie shoes but in a wildly incorrect way
curse where you can’t say you’re cursed, but you are and it’s really bugging you
oh that’s good
You can sneeze, but the moment you grab anything like kleenex or a napkin, you can’t sneeze but the feeling remains.
hate when i make a funny post and refer to a love interest as “she” and then ppl in the notes assume I’m a guy instead of a lesbian.
you think a straight man could be this funny?? i have to laugh….
Only one Straight Man is funny
John Mulaney
So… You wanna explore the Universe.
If you are reading this guide, then you and any potential peers want to leave the comfort and security of your warm mother star and expand into the cold, dark, and unforgivable void. A mistake, really, but I am not here to stop you; I am here to lay out some basic rules that you puny mortals must abide by.
Don’t ask questions you are not prepared to know the answer to.
There’s always bigger.
Never cross the Elder Gods.
Always remember rule 1.
Fusion based energy is your best friend. If you are still using fossil fuels then your species sucks. Period.
Speaking of fossil fuels, chemical based rockets suck. Try using space bending warp drives or quantum bridges. Light speed sucks, too.
It’s not a bad idea for your species to be genocidal xenophobic maniacs to everything but yourselves. Just make sure you have the firepower to back it up.
I highly recommend total unity within your species. If you are too busy fighting amongst yourselves, what are you going to do when Needledorp arrives?
Fear Needledorp.
Always remember rule 9.
If you find a desolate, rocky planet with the only inhabitant named “Frank”, avoid that planet at all costs. I don’t care if it’s rich in resources, just avoid it.
Some black holes are alive. They are aggressive. Do not pet the black holes.
It’s just like that, sometimes.
Make sure nothing is following you.
If you have an individual with psychic powers, expect them to go insane once they leave the confines of your mother star. Lock them up in a closet with a few markers and check up on them every once in a while. If they star my screaming about an entity named “Carol”, shoot them out the airlock. They will be the distraction.
Remember rule 1.
You are immortal until proven otherwise.
Any extraterrestrial rocks may have anomalous properties. Proceed with caution, or you may get space zombies or something.
Remember rule 13.
Make sure nothing is following you.
Violence may be an answer to a dispute with an extraterrestrial entity. Copulation is a last resort (control your thirst).
If bullets don’t work, punches will.
Remember rule 17.
Your objective: survive.
Babies are not food, they are weapons.
There are cheat codes.
Don’t ask about the cheat codes. Remember rule 1.
If the void is staring at you. Make it uncomfortable.
Avoid Frank. The anomalous one.
Remember rules 1, 2, and 3.
idk man I like this one
I really like this one
