well, as it says on my account, i am a writer, and also i do occasionally (often) draw. i never manage to find an idea worth following though, so this is my solution
i will write fics and draw fan art for certain fandoms. my conditions are only ships i'm okay with, so i will ignore others, and nothing more than implied sexual undertones in flirting. NO SEXUAL STUFF. i will do gory, angsty, funny, scary, action, AU, divergence, crossover (maybe), or fluffy though.
(edit: these are REQUESTS, i do not charge, but i only do fandom stuff)
here is my list of accepted fandoms
The Owl House
Bendy and the Ink Machine
Gravity Falls
Steven Universe
FNaF
Undertale
Sally Face
DDLC
DBH
Cuphead
Good Omens
Riordanverse
Artemis Fowl
Coraline
Nevermoor
The Darkest Minds
Miraculous
She Ra
i will also do fanart for most mainstream horror films
if you have a request not on the list, be specific and we'll discuss
i'll reblog this later with some example art and writing
Your best friend has been acting different, dying their hair and keeping their distance from you. That's strange, not because they aren't like that, but because you're fairly sure their body is buried in your garden.
we’ve all heard of the amnesia trope, where they usually still feel something for the person they forgot, but consider - a very playful, bantering, playfighting duo, one of whom gets hit with something. they lose all memory of feelings (not the ability to develop new feelings), but keep their actual memories. they don’t know whether they’re enemies or friends. the other is being super concerned about them, helping them recover, but all they remember is endless insults and tackling, not the friendly feelings behind them. cue friends to enemies with pining (platonic or otherwise), possibly followed by enemies to lovers.
well, as it says on my account, i am a writer, and also i do occasionally (often) draw. i never manage to find an idea worth following though, so this is my solution
i will write fics and draw fan art for certain fandoms. my conditions are only ships i’m okay with, so i will ignore others, and nothing more than implied sexual undertones in flirting. NO SEXUAL STUFF. i will do gory, angsty, funny, scary, action, AU, divergence, crossover (maybe), or fluffy though.
(edit: these are REQUESTS, i do not charge, but i only do fandom stuff)
thank you very much for my first request! i will absolutely do cole! btw, what kind of thing are you looking for? angst, action, gore, fluff, funny, or dramatic quote?
Idk but maybe angst X action, like him holding/ fighting with fire. IM LITERALLYSO EXCITED!! I’m sure u have great ideas so u do whatever u think is best. FINALLY MORE COLE FANART AHHHHHHGGGH
well, as it says on my account, i am a writer, and also i do occasionally (often) draw. i never manage to find an idea worth following though, so this is my solution
i will write fics and draw fan art for certain fandoms. my conditions are only ships i’m okay with, so i will ignore others, and nothing more than implied sexual undertones in flirting. NO SEXUAL STUFF. i will do gory, angsty, funny, scary, action, AU, divergence, crossover (maybe), or fluffy though.
(edit: these are REQUESTS, i do not charge, but i only do fandom stuff)
thank you very much for my first request! i will absolutely do cole! btw, what kind of thing are you looking for? angst, action, gore, fluff, funny, or dramatic quote?
while i’m talking about owl house, WHO IS THE PUPPET??? could be belos, could be any of the main gang, could be the titan, i had thought it could be creepy luz but thats not really a possibility anymore. probably hunter, but i kinda want a redemption arc so i don’t really wanna stick with that theory, BUT it does line up with the grimwalker theory, and also gives me serious deja vu for hordak and horde prime right at the end of spop s5
hey, is it just me or does emperor belos remind me of horde prime? A LOT??? like, weird glowing liquids sustain him, more vicious than his calmness lets on, possibly creating clones, trying to go to the protagonist’s world - which one am i talking about? and considering how horde prime fell, i wanna see what happens with hunter...
welp, should have expected this cause i have three likes across my blog total, and also i literally joined yesterday lmao, but i have resorted to random number generator, which gave me 15
welp, should have expected this cause i have three likes across my blog total, and also i literally joined yesterday lmao, but i have resorted to random number generator, which gave me 15
I found a few different fan arts of vampire Ash recently, and I decided to write some. Yes, I fell into the “uncontrollable thirst” trap, but I’m a sucker for angst where the perpetrator can’t be blamed. Also there are like a bazillion different ways to tag this ship, so I just wrote A L L O F T H E M.
Sal POV:
As Sal ate, his eyes wandered over to Ash, and he frowned, setting down his food and lowering his mask. She was shifting in her seat, licking her lips, and her emerald eyes were darting all over the street. While he watched, the whites of her eyes flickered briefly to a soul-piercing coal black, and back again. His movement drew her gaze for a split second, and she tensed as her eyes fell on his wrist, pausing momentarily before she shook herself.
“Hey, Ash?”
She finally met his eyes, still turning her head towards the slightest sounds around them.
“Yeah?”
“Is… something wrong?”
Ash tried for her signature smirk, but her fang caught the top of her lip in a way that reminded Sal of Larry’s nervous habit.
“No, no, I’m alright.”
He raised an eyebrow behind his mask.
“Don’t lie to me, Ash. I may not have super senses or anything, but I can tell when something’s bothering my best friends. So get talking.”
“I -” she began, then sighed deeply, dropping her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were black once more, the green smouldering like an ethereal flame. “Sal, can you possibly do me a huge favour?”
His eyes narrowed in concern, and he swung round to face her, straddling the bench.
“Of course, you can ask me anything.”
Ash glanced round the room. Her unsettledness was beginning to unnerve him; it wasn’t like her at all.
“Okay, so usually I don’t drink from people. You know that. But it is better than most other blood - more fulfilling.”
“I’m not sure I like where this is going…”
She laughed, but there was something off about it. Sal couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but his hand crept to the cross Ash had insisted all of them carry in case of an “accident”.
“Sorry, Sally. But anyway, I didn’t have time to drink bottled animal blood this morning, and I… wait, I never told you what happens if I don’t drink enough, did I?”
“I don’t think I wanna know.”
“No, you definitely don’t. Point is, I don’t drink, your friend Ash disappears, and something much more aggressive comes out instead.”
His fingers curled around the cross behind his back, slowly drawing it from his pocket. Ash’s eyes fell on his hand knowingly, and she smiled sadly.
“Don’t worry, it’s not desperate yet. I’m still me - for now.” He slipped the cross back in his pocket with an exaggerated sigh of relief, but he kept on alert, his hand still on it, just in case. “Now, I could, theoretically, go hunt some animals in bat form, but that will drain me quicker, and considering we’re in a relatively clean and busy town, if I can’t find anything…”
Sal laid his other hand consolingly on her shoulder, and almost immediately regretted his decision as Ash’s eyes fell hungrily on his wrist again. He settled for leaning forward and speaking softly, gently removing his hand.
“What can I do to help?”
“Well, as I see it, I have two options.” Ash’s eyes bored into him, not having changed back. “I can go bat-form and pray to… I don’t know, Satan or something, that I can find something in time, or…” She looked at him meaningfully, and he understood exactly what she meant.
“Or you can drink from me.”
“I swear I won’t take enough to kill you, or turn you, or even knock you out, and I will only do it if you let me. I’d never hurt you if you didn't tell me it was okay.”
Sal considered, weighing up how much she needed it with how much he trusted her.
“Alright.”
Her unnatural eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re clearly struggling to not… go psycho, or whatever it is that happens. I’m here, and you won’t actually damage me at all, so why not? Heck, I’ve probably gone through more painful operations.”
She threw her arms around him tightly.
“Holy crap, Sally Face, you’re the best!”
A slow smile spread across his face, and he returned the hug, letting his already unbuckled mask fall into his lap. She pulled back for a second, looking pleased at the visibility of his face, and running a hand through her hair.
“There’s one more thing I can do to make it easier for you.”
“Which is?”
Her eyes shifted sideways, and she smirked bashfully.
“One of my weird-ass powers is… sort of like hypnotism. I can’t control you or anything, but I can put you in a trance. If I do that, you won’t feel a thing while I drink. Otherwise, it’s gonna hurt. But again, I won’t do it unless you let me.”
“That’s probably a good idea. Thanks, I guess.”
“No, thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” She stopped, tilting her head to examine him. “Seriously, you don’t have to do this. I’m not sure what you think it’s gonna be like, but Hollywood lied to you. This would normally hurt like hell, and it’s blood, so it’s sticky, and messy, and gross, and… yeah. Just generally not fun.”
“I know.” Sal leaned forward again, knowing exactly how dangerous it was, but this time not caring. “I trust you. I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”
“I won’t. I mean, I will, I’m literally about to, but I won’t do any major damage, and I’ll do my best to minimize the pain. Ready?”
He tugged down the front of his jumper quickly, brushing his hair out of his eyes, and shifting to face Ash.
“Yeah. See you in a minute?”
“Maybe a few.”
Ash POV:
“Maybe a few.”
She closed her eyes, focusing hard on the tiny pinprick of power inside her. It wasn’t much, vampires were an extremely diluted type of magic, but it was enough for this. She let her eyes slide open again, throbbing with her will, and met Sal’s eyes. She could feel him instinctively resisting the pull, trying to keep his head clear.
“Don’t fight it, Sally, you agreed to this. Remember?”
He smiled. Honestly surprising he could hold out this long.
“Is this the part where you tell me to stare into your eyes and just relax?”
She snorted.
“Pretty much. Kinda shocked you’re still lucid enough to make that joke.”
“Yeah, it’s not going to last. You do know how to wake me up, right?”
She just smirked, leaving herself the last laugh as Sal’s joking eyes widened in nervousness for a split second before they glazed over, and his expression became completely neutral. The smile faded off her face, and she looked over her statue-still friend remorsefully. She stuck a hand in front of his face and waved, but there was no acknowledgement. He was utterly bewitched.
“Sorry, Sal.”
She made to grab his wrist, then stopped. She looked up at his blank, scarred face, then gently rose up on one knee, kissing his forehead tenderly.
“You really are incredible”, she told him, but she knew he didn’t hear.
Sal POV:
“Sally?”
A voice cut through the haze surrounding him, and for a split second of clarity, he realized his mind had been completely shut down, not registering anything at all.
“Sal.”
Such a beautiful voice. Silvery, flowing, and gorgeous, like ribbon.
“Come on, Sally Face, you’re stronger than this.”
Familiar?
“Goddamn it, Sal, snap out of it.”
The voice was almost pitying, but there was a soft edge to it, and it sounded like it was holding back laughter.
No, not it. Her.
Green eyes settled into focus in front of his own listless pair. The rest of her face spiralled into his vision as well, and the pieces of her slowly connected, becoming more and more familiar. Like an old friend.
Ash.
All at once, everything sharpened, and Sal’s hand flew up to his head, an abrupt awareness of his rebooting mind. As he did, he registered a dull pain somewhere on his body, where she must have bitten him, but he wasn’t quite conscious enough to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. The memory of what he’d just thought about her voice sprung up on him, and, realizing the mask was no longer in place to hide his blush, he decided to dismiss it as a result of the enchantment.
“Hey, sleeping beauty. You in there?” asked Ash teasingly, but there was something heavier behind her words, something a little too sober to be good.
“I… I think so. Your weird power thingy really did a number on me, but I’m just a little groggy.” He let his hand fall back in his lap, bumping against his discarded mask as he did, and gave her a tired smile. Now he was actually himself again, he noticed a roll of gauze and a clinical looking spray on the table next to them, and he glanced up at Ash. Her eyes were back to their normal human-passing appearance, and there was a subtle smudge of red at the corner of her mouth.
“I figured it was best to keep you under while I cleaned up the bite. Antiseptic spray is a little bitch.”
He smiled at that, but it dropped off his face at the thought of what she’d had to do. Absently, he put a hand up to his neck, feeling for the bite mark, and frowned.
“Where’s the -”
“The whole thing about vampires and necks is mostly a myth,” Ash replied, the weight behind her words still prominent. “Check your other pulse points.”
A vague dread began to settle over him, and hesitantly he looked down at his hands. Gauze was poking out from his sleeve, and upon seeing it, he instantly knew exactly what was wrong. He pulled his jumper back to reveal two twin holes bound under the fabric bandages, where she’d drank, then pulled the thick cotton back further. The neat gashes lined up across his arm were bound as well. A quick tap on his other arm told him the marks there were treated too. Shame washed over him, and trying to meet Ash’s eyes was like fighting a brick wall with his non-existent powers of telekinesis. Her hand slid under his chin, cold from the wind like one of the undead bloodsuckers he’d seen in movies, and brought his face up level to hers.
“Sally…”
“What can I say to pass this off as not a big deal?”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Ash curled back her lips, revealing her gleaming fangs, and her brow furrowed, her eyes earnest in their utter horror, before she dropped her head, letting out a long, slow breath.
“Listen, Sal, I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. I don’t know what could have driven someone like you to pick up a blade and… I just don’t. But I also know I can’t stop you. It’s an addictive habit, I know, and you’ll find a way to do it if you’ve made up your mind that’s what you’re gonna do.” He finally turned towards her, needing to see her expression clearly. It was pointless, though, as she’d looked away, hiding her face. “Knowing how deep your self-hatred goes, I don’t think I can convince you to stop. And vampire hypno powers only go so far. But please, I am begging you, stay relatively safe while you do it. I can’t lose you.” She met his gaze, desperation lining her body as she leaned towards him, cupping his face. “At least get yourself some fucking bandages.”
“I’m sorry.” The hoarseness of Sal’s voice caught him by just as much surprise as the hot tears that spilled over his lids out of nowhere. Ash’s face softened, and she leaned still further forward, her hands bunching up the back of the jumper as she pulled him in for a hug. He squeezed his eyes shut, the tears forcing themselves out, and tucked his head against her shoulder.
“You should be apologizing to yourself, but I’m not delusional enough to think that’s gonna happen.” She stroked his hair understandingly, the feeling registering through the despairing numbness. “I know I literally just had you under a spell, which I did to give me an opportunity to take some of your blood, but… I genuinely don’t want you getting hurt.” Her grip tightened, and she rested her chin on his head. “I love you, Sally Face. You know that. And if you won’t take self-preservation as a reason to stop, maybe you’ll take the three of us needing you as one. We need you, Sal.”
“Thank you…” he mumbled, clutching at his mask. Ash seemed to understand; she gently pulled back, watching him buckle on the mask sadly. He paused, feeling her gaze still on him, and looked up. “I mean it, Ash. I love you too, and that… really helped.”
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
i’ve had this url for exactly half a day and literally nothing’s happened, which makes sense, but i’m also bored, so let’s stir up mild chaos for whenever someone notices this single post.
harry potter, supernatural, doctor who, sherlock, merlin, good omens, and hannibal are all big on this website, but obviously there is only one true fandom that’s not just a recycled fad. i think we all know which one it is.
so i went to follow one of my favourite animators, and without naming anyone, turns out they’re an asshole. sadly, i gotta stay subscribed to them on yt cause animation idol and all that, and often good specific movements that encourage me to try similar stuff in my animations, but jeez. could talented people please stop being shitheads? for the record i did not end up following them.
I was listening to Zombie by the Cranberries, and some of the lines gave me a prompt idea.
Typical dystopian zombie survival story, except zombies relive their worst memories over and over and hence lash out at people. You go on a typical adventure looking for a cure, killing zombies when you have to along the way. Eventually, you’re almost there when a really big zombie appears out of nowhere. You attack it, and suddenly the world glitches out. That zombie had bitten you, and in reliving your worst memories, you just mistook your Best Friend™ for the zombie, and whoopsie, you just killed them as they were giving you an injection.
Even better, this as a first person shooter game, and whether you’re then executed for mass murder depends on how many zombies you killed on your way.
i just got a new url so im bouncing around finding tags to follow and i like undertale but im kinda scared to follow the tag cause i dont want my dash full of skeleton erotica, you feel me???
edit: so i went to check it out, because i REALLY REALLY love undertale, and i looked through and went, oh, cool, not too bad, and then i found possessive boyfriend sans y/n and noped tf out of there. i am NOT following the tag :(
