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D.A.T.'s Blog Info & Writing Masterlist Requests: Open!

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I primarily write / draw right now for the The Mandalorian, The Bad Batch, & Transformers (various timelines, I adore most of them tbh)

I currently only voice act for the Transformers fandom

I will happily entertain drawing requests outside my fandom!

I will happily entertain writing prompts for freeform poetry

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My tags:

DatArtTho - Anything I've done that's visual art related (so not writing)

DatPoetryTho - all my poetry posts

DatChapterTho - New Chapter Drops

DatLoreTho - Behind the scenes information about how I create my stories. Unpublished lore and deleted scenes might get posted under this as well.

DatVoiceTho - Voice Acting audio skits (Transformers only at this time)

Dat Rambles - Me rambling about stuff relevant to my blog or me specifically. (99% of my rambles get posted to my reblog blog)

Valveplug - NSFW and Suggestive Transformers things are tagged with this *UPDATE: I have started tagging my NSFW/Suggestive posts with a "NSFW version below the cut" as that seems to be the norm on Tumblr.

I'm learning how to Tumblr, I swear

This, being my main, is where I will be posting my own artwork, drabbles, content, etc.

@datschaos is where I will be sharing all of my reblogs.

Writing Masterlist:

(Link directories posted below the cut)

Transformers:

Star of the Show Story & Excerpts: (A Mirage and Starscream-centric crazy story following a woman named Clara, who emits Energon radiation.)

The Entire Story:

• "Comfortable Place" - (768 words, excerpt) Knockout and Breakdown relax together in a moment of peace. [SFW, cuddles, comfort & relaxation, mentions of alcohol use (Energon Wine)]

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Leaking Spark Story & Excerpts: (A Knockout and Soundwave-centric Reader insert fic, following the Reader who accidentally befriends big bad Decepticons)

• "Racing Heart" - (8,434 words, Excerpt) Knockout owes you, and convinced you to attend a race with him in order to collect the prize money he wins. Things get... A little more exciting than you anticipated. [NSFW mildly; teasing, non-consensual unplanned vouyerism, illegal car racing, Knockout and Reader are both Very Into Each Other but haven't confessed]

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Gladiators of Kaon: (A saucy Megatronus x Cybertronian!Reader x Soundwave tale that centers around the time period of the gladitorial pits of Kaon, the formation of the Decepticons, and Dadwave having a bunch of little sparklings to care for.)

The entire story:

[NSFW: Soooo NSFW :3 I am honestly terrible at tagging my longer stories; I will do my best to tag trigger warnings on individual chapters.)

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The Mandalorian:

• Travel Buddies (>276,000 words, ongoing, multi-book series, Ao3) [SFW with NSFW scenes posted separately; action, adventure, serious plot, romance, Force shenanigans and more plot, Moff Gideon is scary af, Din Djarin keeps his helmet oath, Grogu is an adorable menace and Mars wants a refund on babysitting duty]

This fanfic started as an exploration of Mandalorian culture and ways it could manifest, and my want to write cute fluffy feels interspersed with lots of action-packed fisticuffs and shoot-outs. I wanted to write a thrilling romance story that was deeply meaningful, without Din breaking his helmet oath. It really bugged me how they handled that aspect of his culture in the series, and I wanted to represent it in a more deliberate, tangible way.

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The Bad Batch:

• "Comfort" - (2,230 words, completed one-shot) A comforting scene with Echo. [deals with PTSD, cuddles]

• "The Little Details" - (1,184 words, completed one-shot) Crosshair isn't as unshakeable as he likes people to think. You're just the peace he needs. [deals with PTSD/panic attack]

• "Kittens and Soldiers" - (1,601 words, completed one-shot) Omega and Echo find a pregnant cat, and ask Hunter to keep her. [PURE. FLUFF. Warning: cuteness overload. Hunter misses an important memo but it's all good.]

Bad Batch Fic Excerpts:

Excerpts from a larger, currently-very-jumbled-up fic I have in progress, that can be read as one-shots.

Follows the tale of "Butterfly," a mildly force-sensitive, female Reader character who ends up joining the Bad Batch as a janitor after Things and Stuff.

While I tend to write with the image of a very petite Reader in my head (because I myself am a tiny little lady lmao), I go out of my way not to describe them in the story. Butterfly is described as having long hair.

I actually have two slightly different versions of the same general storyline on two different documents. One is called Scoped Out and the other one is Butterflies and Bones

• Excerpt 1 - "Tech Talks; Comfort" - (134 words, excerpt) Tech provides comfort in the only way he knows how; gently and factually. [Reader is distressed]

• Excerpt 2 - "Blushing Trooper" - (3,330 words, excerpt) Echo, acting as medic, is Butterfly's primary caretaker on the hyperspace journey home. It's a little different helping a pretty lady to the fresher than one of his injured brothers... And back out. [Mildly NSFW, mentions of medical treatment/past injury, Reader is injured and dependant on help. Hurt/comfort fic scene]

• Excerpt 3 - "Toothpicks" - (1,443 words, excerpt) Crosshair joins Butterfly for a quiet conversation while she's recovering from her injuries. This scene also explains where Butterfly earned her nickname. [pure fluff, a little flirty]

Rowena our queen

I would willingly let that lady step on me with stilettos

Tord’s Reference Sheet ➹Story Included!➹

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Personally ⭐️ —————- —Clever —Quiet —Thoughtful —Can get trigger-happy at times —Cautious —————- Birthday🎁 September 5th —————————————————-                    Story…💎 —————————————————- Tw - Mention of death ———-💎———- A harpoon ripped through the tough metal of the giant red robot, tearing a small piece of Tord’s hoodie off as he looked at it, eyes widened. “N-no…” everything seemed to slow down, the last thing he heard was a explosion as loud as a nearby cannon before it all went black. A quick flash of light sped passed Tord as he opened his eyes. dazed for a second before the feeling of burning blazed his left side, he was covered in the remains of his once giant robot, Tord struggled trying to push through the rubble of bits and pieces of the red machine before revealing the hill everything landed on. far across from it was the now blown up house he and his friends once lived in. the Norwegian stared out at it as he tried to get up before grabbing his horribly burned arm in pain, he was disorientated and too busy crying to hear a car pull up behind him. it was two of his “soldiers” Paul and Patrick. “Sir!” Paul yelled, quickly getting bandages then running over to the distraught horned man. “D-don’t-!” Tord yelped weakly right after because of his left side, not even able to finish his sentence. Paul started wrapping Tord’s arm much to Tord’s horror as Patrick was salvaging anything he could find inside and outside the robots head. Paul soon finished bandaging most of Tord’s left side though leaving some of it viewable, his newly blinded eye peaking through the already pink and red bandages. Patrick came over after giving Paul some of the salvageable parts and was about to help Tord up before he spoke. “Don’t…I w-want to stay for a while…” Tord said hoarsely, his accent deepen with sorrowfulness. “Of-of course Sir.” Patrick stepped back from Tord who slowly crossed his legs, whining quietly before sighing, staring off at the ashes that was once his friends house. A couple of minutes passed before Patrick walked over to Tord, still sitting on the cool grass that had drops of scarlet drying slowly. “It’s time to go now Sir. we must check you’re wounds to make sure they don’t get infected.” Patrick spoke calmly. Tord said nothing stumbling up before Patrick grabbed onto his good arm so he doesn’t fall over, bringing him to the small red cab he and Paul came in, Patrick helped Tord into the back seat as he climbed in the passengers, the car started and drove off silently as the wind blew dolefully. Tord groaned and woke up in one of the army’s infirmary’s, while not hurting constantly, his left side burned whenever something so much as taped it. Tord looked to his right and saw Paul smiling at him. “You’re finally up Sir! you fell asleep in the car and Patrick had to carry you in.” he chuckled “Everything seems to be fine…except one thing.” Paul’s grin flattened. “You’re left arm is to damaged to be able to heal on it’s own.” Tord sighed, he wasn’t surprised, his arm was in terrible condition and would never in a million years go back to the way it was. “But…” Paul began again. “I had a idea! when Patrick was handing me some parts of the robot there was this thing in there too!” Paul held up a small red robotic arm with a blue circle in the middle about the same size as his own that was inside the cockpit of the giant robot he had built. Tord’s eyes widened with fear when he saw the robotic limb and shrieked. “No! nonononoNO! get that a-away from me! I-I don’t want it anywhere near m-me!” Tord shakily got up and ran sideways, not noticing the pain that blazed his left side from the sudden movements, he ran through the infirmary door and banged into a couple of walls before falling on the floor, crying. Paul cought up to the teary mess, trying to calm him down. “O-okay nevermind uh…we can find a different way to fix you’re arm then…” Paul said quietly then said something under his breath. “This is going to be a long healing process…” picking up the distraught 5’9 Leader of the army and started walking back to the infirmary. ——————11 Weeks Later—————— Tord got dropped off by small red cab and sat somberly at the site “The Giant Robot Incident” took place. his still bandaged arm gripped with his none scarred hand. Tord stared out at the rubble that once was a house, tears threatening to fall out of his red eye, slightly darkened from grief. his arm brushed over his bandaged side before speaking. “They didn’t deserve this…Matt…T-Tom…even that…c-clone…” Tord mumbled sadly before shaking himself out. he looked to his side at a tall tree starting to bloom, that is where he had buried the closest person he had ever known. Edd Soulver. ——————5 Years Prior—————— Tord forced the hospital window open and climbed into the room, running over to Edd who was unmoving. Tord was panicking, trying his hardest to shake the tall lad awake, crying out his name not caring if he woke up any of the other patients of the hospital. but it was no use. Edd still didn’t move, Tord broke down hugging the body of his best friend, he struggled to pick him up, Edd was much taller then Tord so he had to almost cradling him, wrapping his arms around his body and carrying him out of his room. he had been secretly giving Edd gifts to lift his spirits, about 2 month before now. Tord walked quietly mumbling to himself as tears streamed down his face, he ended up on a hill with nothing but a lonely tree shielding the grass from the heat of the sun. Tord gently put Edd down under it before looking for a shovel, he quickly grabbed one from a shed further down the hill and started digging a hole for Edd to rest in. After covering the green man in dirt he stared at the small hill of earth, tears still falling from his eyes, as he was turning around he tripped on his own feet and hit his chin on the handle of the shovel, breaking skin, Tord flinched and groaned, he was to distraught over Edd that he couldn’t bring himself to make a noise of pain. he got up slowly and gazed out at his friends house. it was beige and red with a relatively new second story attachment on top, they must of done that after Tord had left. then something caught his attention, he saw another man in green. same fluffy brown hair, same khaki pants and the same green hoodie, Tord’s eyes widened at the man and watched him carefully. the man rang the doorbell then turned his head, revealing the same two toned eyes as the man Tord had just buried. one brown and one green. soon a man with ginger hair and a purple hoodie answered the door his name was Matt and instantly brought the clone in for a hug, Tord couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other but he didn’t care, he stared at them before slowly turning back to the hill of dirt where the Edd he knew lays, something in Tord snapped making him smile evilly before throwing the shovel off the cliff and walking to Edd. keeling down at the pile of soil.

“You’ve done so much for me Edd. I cannot let a clone replace that. I won’t be fooled by him. i won’t be fooled by the others. they must all be clones. all of them! I can stop them. I’ll be the savior I’ll make this world better for us I’ll be…unstoppable.” Tord chuckled as he got up, wiping away the blood that seeped out of his chin, Tord turned back around to the house grinning. “Just you wait old friends.” Tord laughed maniacally before running further down the mountain, heading for a nearby army base where Tord had been helping with supplies while he was gone. planning to lead it in order to put his plans into action. ——————Present Day—————— Tord blinked at the tree, tears finally being able to fall as Tord sniffed and looked back at the wreck. the once beige and red house was nothing but ashes and rubble, barely recognizable as anything but that. Tord sighed and looked at something in blue seemingly looking at the wreak too, Tord couldn’t make out what it was but it had to of been a person, brown hair, blue clothing and something gray in their hand, Tord then looked down at the drop off and closing his eye, feeling the warm wind blowing his hair horns around gently. all of a sudden he heard a faint throat clearing before a young sounding voice spoke up. “Hello there!-“ 𖧧Tord & Eddsworld Belongs to Edd Gould𖧧

Nikki’s Reference Sheet ➹Story Included!➹

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Personally ⭐️ —————- —Naive —Care-Free —Energetic —Adventurous —Creative —————- Birthday 🎁August 3rd —————————————————-                     Story…💎 —————————————————- “Can someone please get me a towel or a blanket? it’s urgent!” Was the first words she heard before quickly being wrapped up in something fluffy. “Hey! easy with her! she’s the size of a kitten!” said another voice. the creature opened her eyes though everything was blurry. “Oh thank goodness she’s alive! but we still have to stop her from shivering. hurry! to my room! It’s the warmest!”  the small animal  moved her head around weakly, still not fully taking in whats happening until the first voice spoke again to her. “You’re going to be okay little one…we’ll make sure of it.” She then was placed down on something soft as the two voices started talking to each other. “Are you sure the others will want to take her in?” “If they don’t they are completely out of their minds to let a child die.” “Either way WE will take care of her no matter what right?” “Of course but…what will we name her?“ “What about…Nikki?” ——————10 Years Later—————— “Miss Nikki Olivien! come here I got a present for you!” Nikki jumped up and turned around with a big grin on her face, running back to the place she called home. She ran through the door almost crashing into her “father”. “Slow down silly! close your eyes and hold you’re hands out!“ he said happily as Nikki did what he said, she felt a fuzzy and slightly weighty toy being placed into her out stretched hands, slowly opening her eyes to see a red fox plush with a eye patch looking right at her. she gasped and hugged the fox before hugging “father”. “Thank you so much Copy! i love it so much!” She said beaming up at him. “Of course Nikki…” he said calmly before letting Nikki go out and play again. “Wow! look at this one Little Fox!” Nikki held up a sparkly rock in front of her new plush friend. “I’m sure Copy’s going to like this one! and the other ones we found too! she said as she put the stone in a overflowing bag of other stones. “Hmm…maybe not. they all look the same! we gotta keep looking that means!” She started skipping around the field of tall grass, some rocks falling out of the bag. Nikki then stopped in her tracks and looked to her right, seeing a bright light luminously glowing from the grass. “Woah…what is…” Nikki’s words trailed off as she started walking to the glowing spot of grass, she looked down at it gasping before crouching down to get a closer look at it. “This one I know for sure Copy will like!” She stretched out her hand not noticing that Copy was calling her name frantically. “NIKKI!” suddenly everything went dark. “Copy?..” Nikki said finally waking up, feeling something touching her face. “Squeak!” her eyes opened to see that the lifeless plush she’d been holding moments before was now poking and squeaking at her. she jumped up and stared at the now living toy, picking him up. “You do speak to me! I know I wasn’t crazy!” She got up hugging her Little Fox plush before looking around. nobody was around, the place looked abandoned or at least rarely visited, in front of her was a large building with a sign saying “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza” Nikki tilted her head at the sign not noticing she was moving towards the pizzeria. “Squeak?…” Little Fox looked up at Nikki, she was staring at everything in the room before landing her gaze on a cove with purple curtains and white stars on it in the corner. “At least this place has some color to it…” Nikki said before stopping in front of the little show stage, poking her head inside. she gasped when she saw a tall, red robot fox with a hook standing inches away from her. everything was quiet before Little Fox sneezed causing the animatronic to wake up. “Ahoy there little- wha?” Foxy looked down at Nikki and Little Fox confused. “Oi! off my stage matey!-“ Foxy got cut off before seeing something purple appear in Nikki’s place, causing Foxy to yelp, a bit frightened. “What’s that matter?”  Foxy stumbled before speaking. “uh- Nothing! um what are you doing here little girl?” he said bending down to her height, Nikki shrugged happily before looking at Little Fox then back at Foxy. “Hey…you look like Little Fox! are you father and son or something?” “Uh no? and that’s a plush that’s supposed to look like me. Foxy.” “Foxy! Foxy plush! that’s your new name now!” the small look alike happily flapped his arms making Foxy a bit surprised. “Copy will love to meet you! come! come!” Nikki said as she ran out of Foxy’s cove, not letting Foxy answer. “H-Hey wait!” He poked his head out of his stage before running out to catch up to Nikki. “W-What even is you’re name!? who’s Copy!?” Nikki looked back at Foxy grinning. “Nikki! Nikki Olivine! now come!” the moment they stepped foot out of the pizzeria everything stopped and went dark again. “OH GOD I THINK THEIR DEAD!” Nikki jolted awake at the sudden scream, she looked around and saw two kids around her age, one in blue and one in green. “Tweek, calm down- l-look! the kid is fine!” Nikki picked up the now asleep Foxy Plush as the kid in blue helped her up. “You okay there? where the hell did you come from?” he said before his eyes widened and backed away slightly. “Well uhh, definitely somewhere!” She look to her right at saw Foxy shaking awake and wildly looking around then getting up. “I’m…outside…finally!” he said joyfully before looking at the one called Tweek. going straight faced. “What’s wrong with you?” “GAH! talking robot!” he ran to the kid in blue, basically tackling him. “Tweek. it hasn’t tried eating us yet so i think we could trust it.” he said narrowing his eyes at the fox as did Foxy to the blue boy. “Anyways. what’s you’re names? I’m Craig and this is my boyfriend, Tweek.” Tweek waved sheepishly, Nikki waved back before she spoke. “Nikki is my name! this little one in my arms is Foxy plush and this guy over here is Foxy!” Nikki smiled widely as she and the group started to walk to Craig’s house. “Might as well give you some warm clothes. it’s very cold here in South Park.” “I know that much. I didn’t have to deal with this in the pizzeria.” “Why are you complaining now? weren’t you happy when you found out you were ‘finally’ outside?” “H-HEY! s-stop fighting you two! please! when we get there I’ll make everyone coffee and-“ “Oh sorry uh- I can’t drink coffee.” Tweek turned his head at Foxy and gave him a death stare, telling him so shut his trap. “We’re here!” Craig smiled and opened the door for the rest of the group, everything was normal till Nikki stepped inside. everyone disappeared without a trace, leaving the front door wide open. Nikki was awoken by the warm air and cool winds of another new location. the others started to get up though Tweek was already awake and looking and something or…someone. Nikki turned her head to where Tweek was looking and saw and guy in a red hoodie, his whole left side covered in bandages. he was sitting quietly off of the cliff edge. everything all of a sudden felt somber and cold. “Something horrible must of happened to that guy…” Nikki thought before getting up and walking towards the man, clearing her throat before talking. “Hello there-“ the man in red screeched, jumping out of his skin and backing away, nearly falling off the drop-off. Tweek quickly got up and grabbed the guy’s good arm and pulling him away from the cliffs edge. “Oh god! a-are okay dude!?” the kid was shivering more then he was before as he yanked his arm away from Tweek and placed it on his wrapped up arm, he looked at him, then Craig, then Foxy and finally Nikki though his good eye widened, panic-stricken, as if he’d seen a ghost. “E-E…” he stopped himself, shaking his head. “W-who…are you people?…” he said with a light accent. “Well u-uh- I’m Tweek! and…and that’s Craig, Foxy…and that girl over on you’re left is Nikki!” Nikki waved beaming though the kid didn’t wave back. “I’m…Tord..Tord Larkson…” Tord said quietly, terrified. “What are you going to do with me?…are you going to kill me for what I’ve done!? I-I totally understand it if-“ “No no no! w-we are- well- we don’t know how we got here or why b-but uh…” Nikki took a deep breath before talking again. “We aren’t here to hurt you at all Tord…but…w-why don’t we get something to drink? you look very pale…” Nikki put her hand out for Tord to grab, he stared at it wearily before slowly placing his hand on Nikki’s, a sudden shockwave bolted across the body’s of the now six group members, all they saw was a pair of eyes tinted blue with three yellow pupils in each. “W-what is this place!?” Nikki opened her eyes to Tord freaking out, she and the others were still in the same position they were in from before, Nikki shook herself before looking around, holding her hands in front of her like a T-Rex, everything looked…magical. the trees were healthily growing apples, the grass was sparkling, there was even a bridge that looked like it’d could go on forever. Nikki almost forgot people were around because of how mesmerizing the area was. “Okay…I think that’s enough teleporting for me…” Craig panted as he helped Tweek up. “This place…looks like d-dream a…really good one u-uh- can somebody pinch me t-to make sure I’m not still knocked o-out?” Craig did as told causing Tweek to let out a soft “Ouch!” Tord shakily walked over to them, beginning to say something but Foxy cut him off before he can utter a word. making him jump. “I’m happy I’m not in the pizzeria anymore but all I wanted was to sit in the grass and watch the sunset every morning, but this? I didn’t want to meet two spazzes a brightly colored highlighter and a blueberry with a speech impediment!” they all started fighting with each other, Craig and Foxy fought the loudest. Nikki finally got out of her trance and turned her head to the bickering boys, Foxy Plush whimpered in her arms, shrinking into them, Nikki looked up at the group before saying. “Now you four stop it right now!” her voice raised, the four boys wiped their heads towards Nikki, eyes widened, surprised that someone that looked the way Nikki did could be so aggressive. “I don’t know how any of this happened! this wasn’t intentional! all I did was touch a very sparkly stone and then POOF! I ended up finding Foxy!” The group looked at the ground, then Tord spoke. “But why..me?” “Why us!?” put in Tweek. “There’s a reason for everything…even for events like this…” Nikki smiled softly at her new friends. Foxy was the first to speak. “just as long as Craig over here doesn’t talk to much, I’m in.” Same with me. never really cared about fur carpets.” Tweek lightly smacked Craig’s arm, making him flinch a bit. “I’ll stay too…this p-place does look very uh…stress free…” Tweek smiled before looking up at Tord who was still looking at the ground. “What a-about you…Tord?” Tord turned his head slowly, looking around then at the group. “I…don’t know I…don’t want the same torture that happened to my old friends to happen to you guys…” Tord’s hand lightly gripped his hurt arm, tearing up, closing his eye. all of a sudden, he felt arms around him, two, then four, then eight and then ten or…nine. “What are-“ “Tord. we m-may not know you well yet but…everyone has a chance or two. no matter what they’ve done.” “Even war crimes!” Nikki chimed in, ruining the moment but Tweek still pushed on. “Come on Tord…I-I..believe in…you?” Tweek stumbled on his last words since he wasn’t use to the calming down stuff but, either way. it worked. Tord hugged them all back with his good arm, crying joyfully. then Foxy spoke. “This little crew of ours can flourish in many ways! most are bad if tears get inside my endoskeleton.” Nikki gasped then grind widely. “The Crew! we can be called The Crew! it’s perfect! thank you so much Foxy!” Nikki jumped around happily making Foxy sheepishly blush. “Well uh- y-you welcome heh…” Later. as the newly found Crew checked out their surroundings. many discoveries were found, a lake that looked like it was full of stars from space, a long road leading to many places, a bridge that lead to a lively boardwalk. and finally. a spot perfect for the new Crew Base. “Hey guys! I know what we can do today as our first full day together!” “What is it Nikki?” 𖧧Eddsworld, Five Nights at Freddy’s, and South Park Belong to Their Respected Creators𖧧

Sweeps: 11 sweeps [23 in human years] Wriggling Day: January 15th Species: Troll Blood color: Cerulean Gender: Male Sexuality: Bi-curious [Bisexual] Lusus: Sabertooth tiger [Named Dente] God Tier: Heir of Heart Lunar Sway: Prospit Weapon: ShovelKind Handle: PristineGnocchi [PG] Writing quirk: All E’s are capitalized and uses a lot of .’s. Example: that’s…grEat..i..don’t rEally undErstand it but..cool EhE… Fetch Modus: Pantry Modus Land: Land of Soap and Clay [LOSAC] Denizen: Nemean Height: 6’3 [198 lbs] General Description: Your name is EDAAMP GIAKNA and your INTERESTS include DRAWING, COOKING, READING, and watching MY LITTLE HOOFBEAST…though you would never tell anyone in fear of being laughed at. You are very self conscious, introverted, and timid. Preferring to stay away from action…Though at the same time wanting to fit in with those around you…You also don’t know that you are AUTISTIC. You were hidden away from all of ALTERNIA because of tragic events that happened to your ANCESTOR. Taken to the only land you know for protection from the cruel world that is ALTERNIA. That being a clay desert that stretches out for gog knows how long…You have never interacted with another troll until now! Other: His voice claim is Edd Gould [Duh] Edaamp was originally conceived on January 15, 2012 by Edd Gould. He was last drawn by him on February 9th 2012. I will never not credit him for bringing this lovely man into existence. ♥️♦️♣️♠️ https://eddsworld.tumblr.com/post/15913638235/i-was-bored-i-am-the-worst-person https://eddsworld.tumblr.com/post/17340734236/heres-a-neat-version-of-my-shitty-fantroll-he

a Troll eating Trollis?

I love this man so muchausjaa- Also uhhh-

Yeah 🪑

🦊🔥Flanagan Vixen the Park Owner!🔥🦊

Sexuality: Heterosexual Gender: Transgender Woman (MtF) Species: Animatronic (Formally Human) Original Dimension: An Alt Fnaf Universe  Age: 19 Height: 7’0 ——————— Flanagan woke up in the same building she’d been in for almost 30 years, the building was burnt down and abandoned, the only life in it was the few ghostly apparitions of the animatronics that once entertained children and parents alike, though recently there’s been a night guard watching out for vandalizers and possible thieves. Flanagan slowly stood up and looked around, the burnt walls still had children’s drawings and posters on them, scorched down to almost nothing with little to no recognition of what it used to look like, the air around Flanagan still felt smoky and warm, like the fire that engulfed the horror attraction was waiting to strike again, Flanagan heard a noise and turned to her left, it sounded like a child’s laugh, she looked around and thought, “Odd..” Flanagan limped towards the location the laugh came from and peered into a hallway with a yellow glow emanating from a Foxy mask, but no one was there, “I guess I was hearing things again..“ Flanagan jumped as she heard another noise, but it wasn’t a laugh. A loud static sound came from behind Flanagan, she whipped her head around and saw one of the other spirits that haunt Fazbear Frights, Phantom Mangle, “Oh…it’s just you..” “Did I scare you again? I’ve been here just as long as you and yet you still get spooked out of your boots!” Phantom Mangle said in a broken near unreadable voice, “But i’ve never worn boots before..a-and I wasn’t scared! you just snuck up on me.” “That’s called being jumpscared silly!” Phantom Mangle crackly cackled and disappeared into thin air, Flanagan rolled her eye and turned back around, steadily moving forward down the hall. Flanagan made her way to a old looking arcade machine, one of the machines that were in Phantom Foxy’s favorite restaurant when she was a kid, Fredbear’s Family Diner, the restaurant she was murdered in and stuffed inside of her favorite character, Foxy. “Years of my life as a robot..what world I live in..” Flanagan stared at the arcade machine, remembering the times she played it, the sound effects, awful graphics and music, suddenly, Flanagan started seeing a face in the screen of the machine. “Oh..hey Chica..” “Sup Foxy! what are you doing up so late?” Phantom Chica poked her head out of the arcade machine, wondering, “Uh..I-I don’t know…I guess I needed the rest..” “Guess you did! well anyway! I’ll be off now! I really want to meet that new night guard! See you later Foxy Roxy!” Phantom Chica disappeared with a smile, Flanagan sighed sheepishly as she heard a scream coming from the night guard’s office, “So he’s one of those kinds of people…” as much as Flanagan didn’t like it here, she had to admit that the other restaurant had some good friends, she remembered her long talks with her close friends in the parts and service room, friends who were also killed in Fredbear’s, the ones she always went to for help and comfort, “I hope they’re all okay…” Flanagan was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear Phantom Mangle’s ear splitting static until she looked up, “Oh! Hey Mangle…how long have you been there?” “3 minutes” Phantom Mangle smiled widely then got a bit serious wrinkling her muzzle. “What’s on your mind? You always do this whenever your thinking about something.” Phantom Mangle knew Flanagan well, since she was in the last location with her, “Just my friends..that’s all” Phantom Foxy said quietly “Are you sure buddy?” “Of course I’m sure!” Flanagan smiled softly, “Alright Vix, I’ll see you later, better head back to my spot” Phantom Mangle smiled again then disappeared, Flanagan grinned happily but suddenly felt extremely tired, “I should probably go back to my post to..” Flanagan yawned sleepily and stalked back down the hall. Flanagan dreamed about a sprawling open field with sparkling green grass and beautiful roses in all different kinds of colors, tall trees with bright red apples, some even had lemons on them, Flanagan reached up and picked a lemon off a tree, “Lemons…what a weird fruit…but I like weird…” Flanagan was prepared to bite into the skin of the lemon when a fire alarm started blaring. Flanagan’s robotic eye shot open as smoke filled the room around her, “F-Fire!” she sprang up quickly and ran down the hallway, it was filled with smoke, everything was silent except for the fire alarm. “Mangle Chica! Freddy? Balloon Boy?…” Her voice got quiet, hoping all of her robot friends were okay, Flanagan then got an idea and started to run straight to the night guard’s office. cinders and ashes flew all around Flanagan, she slid on a puddle of gasoline near the office’s doorway, nearly falling over, the fire had started in the office, but nobody inside it. “M-Mr. Night guard? There’s no need to be afraid! I’m not going to eat you-“ Flanagan got cut off when the fire in front of her started moving in unnatural ways, forming into the one who had made her a animatronic fox in the first place, she stepped back unblinking at the flame, letting out a loud ragged screech of fear and anger, she wanted to pounce at the figure though knowing it was an inferno of flames. the figure creeped forward slowly, losing it’s shape, Flanagan backed away still yowling in anguish, suddenly, Phantom Foxy felt weightless as the man in the devouring flames disappeared as the fire grew taller and shot straight at Flanagan. She covered her eye with her one hand as the heat blazed inches away from her, ears flattened and muzzle scrunched, Flanagan cautiously opened her eye, gasping. Everything around her was the color of the element, glowing luminously, “Hello?…anyone?…” she looked around but everything she saw was orange, yellow and red. she then felt like she had been touched by something behind her, fake fur fluffing up in surprise, she turned around. everything looked to be normal, but she wasn’t at Fazbear Frights. Flanagan whipped her head around wildly, the place looked like her dream down to the healthy green grass and fresh lemon trees. though it was beautiful, she still wondered if her friends were all okay. “H-Hello?..” she said shakily, then she heard a response to her wary question. “Why hello there little- tall lady.” said a voice behind Flanagan, she turned around and saw a short spotted cat on two legs with olive green eyes and a big cowboy hat slightly to big for him standing as tall as a half grown tree, his tail moved in a smooth rhythm as he started speaking again. “Now how did a fuzzy long legged fox like you stumble into my orchard?” he said with a soft smile. “I..don’t know I..was in a b-burnt building and then I ended up h-here..” Flanagan fumbled shyly, she couldn’t look away from the handsome little whatever he was. “Uhm..what’s your name?..I’m Flanagan..Flanagan Vixen..” one of the cat’s ears flicked calmly. “Reginald SpotShot, though I like just being called by my last name.” Flanagan smiled and thought. “What a nice name..” “Now, why don’t we go inside my cottage and have some fresh lemonade.” “Oh uhm..I can’t have any type of liquid other then oil..” SpotShot looked surprised. “Oil? oh! you must be related to the other Fox that comes here! sure, sure I have oil!” He said happily and went to grab Flanagan’s left arm but didn’t see that there wasn’t one. “Oh! sorry Foxy, my bad.” he smiled sheepishly and grabbed her right hand walking into a small hut coated in a peach color decorated with little white lights and a wreath on the door, as real as can be. “It’s..so beautiful..” Flanagan spoke quietly, SpotShot smiled as he opened the door and walked in with Flanagan. The two semi-animals chatted, Flanagan told SpotShot all about her story of how she became a robotic fox and how she got here. “Wow..you know, you’re story sounds a little similar to mine on how I got to where I am now, minus being a spirit trapped inside a animal suit part.” Flanagan smiled at SpotShot then thought for a second. “What I want most is to make a place that’s safe for people to just..be themselves and not have to worry about crazy murderers in purple running around stuffing kids inside robots..” Flanagan laid her head on her hand tiredly from talking. “Maybe you can open up a business just for that! Like how I did with my orchard.” That sparked a idea in Flanagan’s head. “You think I could? Really??” she said cheerfully. “Of course Flanagan! and I’ll help you with it! all we need is a plot of land and a true idea of what you’d want the place to look! and I think we have one of those boxes checked off the list.” Soon enough Flanagan and SpotShot had bought a spot perfect for a safe space for humans and animals alike, the place is to be called, Lovers pond.

🍋🌳SpotShot the Orchard Owner!🌳🍋

Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Male Species: Ocelot Original Dimension: Onus. Age: 19 Height: 5’1

———💎——— Before SpotShot was the owner of his lemon orchard, he was a small young lad that used to sell lemonade with one of his friends, every summer and spring they would quickly whip up their lemonade for the few people that would come by, of which were mostly returning customers. SpotShot and his friend always thought about making a full business together just for their lemonade. maybe even find new types of lemons to make the BEST lemonade the people of their small town would ever taste. But one day, SpotShot and his friend had a fight that would ruin their friendship, the “cat” that SpotShot called a friend soon disappeared leaving him behind, SpotShot tried keeping their shop going but he just couldn’t fill the hole that was left in his friend’s shape, soon the shop closed for good and SpotShot was the only one having the lemonade. One morning SpotShot woke up to strange noise coming from outside, when he walked out he didn’t see anything unusual at first but it was the sky was making noise and it had the night still printed on it, SpotShot couldn’t look away from the sky, the noise got louder and SpotShot’s sensitive ears couldn’t handle it, so he ran back inside but…he wasn’t in his house anymore. “Where am I..what happened to my house?!” SpotShot yelled out into the unfamiliar building, SpotShot started to hear another noise a sort of bubbling sound coming from outside, he walked out again and saw some lemonade, SpotShot smiled thinking about the happiness he felt from hearing that sound, he took a sip and it tasted better then the lemonade from where he last was, SpotShot picked up the full lemon that was near the cup and sniffed it, it smelled very fresh. “Maybe..I can make something good outta these lemons..I just need more of them but where?” SpotShot pondered of ways he could grow more of the lemons “attempt to got back to my house and get the lemons from there? no..they’ll be rotten by the time I find out..find a store here and buy them? no then they won’t be fresh!” SpotShot looked down at the lemon in his hand and a idea popped into his head “maybe I could grow them all by myself! just have to find a good place to plant this little fella” SpotShot wandered around the strange land for a few days, learned how to replant a tiger lilly on the way, and found two other lemons to take with him, SpotShot finally found a place with some sort of civilization, a road that leads to four places SpotShot went down a road on the far right which lead to a big open area, perfect for planting lemon trees. Soon after he planted the first lemon, he found a watering can and watered the spot with the sprout buried below it, he did the same with the other lemons he found, day after day the trees grew and started growing more lemons, SpotShot took them, planted them, let them grow, and started selling them along with free lemonade. SpotShot still remembers that friend but doesn’t put any focus on him since he probably doesn’t either. SpotShot’s Lemon Orchard is a place that started by a little country Ocelot that made lemonade for passers by with their friend, and now his dream of making a business out of lemons has come true.

Ancestors!! Mazilkree Hargkux - The Forager Toaarmek Larsszon - The Hornless And Tozule Rhitis - The Forsaken I love them all so much uhgufugh- 😭

[Parts used were made in FarragoFiction, these are OLD sprites and are not really being used anymore until new up to date ones are made.]

Woah guys it’s Vodkzun Coldonee!! The MoonShine!! Totally not a alter-ego/disguise on a curtain Candy blood teehee-

My favorite snack

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Some or a majority of parts used on these sprites are from FarragoFiction

An unfinished Lost Blueprints poster, definitely gonna have to have a second pass on this one, still proud of it though ^^

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It’s not DARE.

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Little Nightmares fanart I made because this game has me by the throat

Trigger warning for scopophobia (fear of eyes/being watched)

Decided to try writing some Spider-Man stuff! Trying to write an idea I have for Earth-42 from Across the Spider-Verse. I think it's gonna be fun to write.

Earth-42: A world not unlike the world of Earth-1610, just a world without a Spider-Man. The spider that would have bitten the one to become the Spider-Man was pulled through the multiverse to Earth-1610, biting the Miles Morales of that world. After many battles with the Sinister Six, the Peter Parker of this world would die by their hands. Many heroes would step up, just to get knocked down the same. With no Spider-Man to help inspire other heroes, this world would fall closer to ruin.

It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and Miles G. Morales is just doing his best to survive in it. With help and encouragement from his uncle, Miles has gone on to become the Prowler, a vigilante who runs amok for both those on the side of good and side of evil. In some of his spare time when out on the prowl, he’ll hang around Mutant-town, formerly Midtown. He’s even made what some would consider friends there, even met someone who could be considered more than a friend there.

One night when something strange happened, another Miles Morales appeared in his home. Thankfully for the Prowler, Uncle Aaron helped distract the other Miles, allowing for him to knock his doppleganger out. The Uncle and Nephew duo would take the double back to Aaron’s apartment and tie him up, wanting to interrogate him on what he’s here for. The Other Miles seemed to be a bit of a chatterbox, calling himself Spider-Man, speaking of his world and how his father is still alive, and how he needs to stop some guy calling himself The Spot to save everyone.

After some more time and consideration, and Spider-Man escaping, everybody calmed down. Aaron decided that maybe if everybody wanted to chill, they should head out somewhere else. Both Miles agreed, Spider-Man suggesting they talk a bit more over a bite to eat. Headed out somewhere to eat they did.Stopping a small burger joint, they ate while conversing in hushed tones.After everyone ate, they decided to head back to Aaron’s home. A fight that started a couple blocks away would interrupt their little stroll. 

That Spider-Man writing I did? Yeah, made a full chapter. It was really fun to write. Decided to add some X-Men in, for a bit of flavor, since in my opinion they and Spidey kinda go together.

Nooo. Stop slandering my TV husband.

am i right? 

The “Slow burn” tag on any of my fics is not to imply the relationship in the story is a slow burn, its actually the slow burn you’ll experience between you and the story I’ll never update

bobby time.