#technically a crossover?

[motherrrhen]

[aliendxde]

i just like drawing ballerinas and frisk

[some-wierd-scripter-i-gusse]

I'm going to regret ever action I have made while posting this

god how do I even start this post? It's an image I created and hated and it brings me pain

this is me, making this post knowing that the papa Louie fandom and poptropica fandom has to see it becomes if my meutrals have to see it so dose everyone else, so this is a warning for what you are about to see. So I apologize for both fandoms for this crackship that I thought was funny because papa Louie and poptropica are both on cool math games, and once again I'm sorry for what both fandoms have to see

The crack ship in question

I hate this with every ounce of my body and it brings me pain and suffering, so once again to both fandoms, I'm sorry.

[ant1quar1an]

Another fic - Someone Stop Me

I have... way too many fics I need to keep up on.

Anyway.

So the entire thing about this one would be that it'd likely be a Dust x Reader (Reader has wings- one of which is badly damaged) and placed in a sorta How To Train Your Dragon universe. (They would at least have the kind of dragons- not likely the actual people )

Dust gets separated from his crew (The Bad Sanses) during a massive storm that injured both him and his Skrill.

They end up in Reader's sanctuary- named something like El Paraíso Perdido (Which I believe translates to Lost Paradise/Paradise Lost in Spanish)- where Outcasts and Dragons craving safety go.

Romantic shenanigans ensue when Readz has to help Dust and his Skrill heal up and get better.

So yeah, just a silly goofy thought that may or may not happen at all.

[cybergotiator-blog]

@deviants-and-firewalls

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As much as Connor was proud of Markus for his successful, peaceful revolution, as happy as he was for the leaders of Jericho and the liberation of his kind, as much as part of him wanted to watch and help them celebrate this massive step towards a better future, Connor hadn’t stayed for long. 

For one thing, he’d made a promise to meet an important person soon after everything had ‘blown over’ but for another, more personal, confusing reason he simply...

Didn’t feel like he would or even should be welcome with them. So he’d avoided them all. 

He answered to the bare minimum courtesy, always anxious and quick to leave whenever he was requested in person. 

After everything he’d done, everything the deviants-these people had been through because of him-

Hank had explained the sickening feeling in his stomach as ‘guilt’. Guilt, fear, anxiety, the itching sensation that he didn’t belong. 

Those feelings never abated, never eased or lightened. But at least they never seemed to get much worse. 

He got away with two weeks before he was dragged kicking and screaming to a meeting. Figuratively, of course. 

Connor migrated to the back corner of the room as quickly and subtly as he could manage, listening in with a keen ear to everyone else discussing something about finally getting to meet some kind of ‘ex-criminal, cyber vigilante’ who’d been helping the deviants from behind the scenes for ages. 

Connor blinked, head jolting up slightly as his LED spun yellow. That...rang a bell, now that he paid attention to the conversation. 

There were only so many people that could fit that kind of description. Namely, one. 

He was instantly hit with conflicting emotions. The one person who had made him feel a burning flicker of frustration before he even understood what the feeling was, that had always eluded his grasp, that now coated his throat with waves of guilt that sat heavy in his stomach for trying so hard to find and bring down someone who’d only been trying to help androids...

He found himself with the irrational urge to turn tail and run. As far away from this meeting as possible. He didn’t want to meet them, he didn’t want to face what he’d fooled himself into thinking he’d put behind him, his existence as CyberLife’s tool, all the harm he’d done to his peoples cause. 

What if they recognised him? He was almost certain they must have known who he was. Would they react with hostility? 

A door opened, a new voice entering the cacophony, ringing clear to his ears and Connor tucked himself impossibly farther into the corner, trying not to look quite as nervous and fearful as he felt.