... I Just Find This Cute.

Umm... My bed is technically in a corner with the headrest under/covering a window... (Big tall window)

So, I guess I am somewhere between lawful and neutral good?

i had insomnia last night and couldnt stop thinking about this

... Part of me wants to get one.

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Astronaut Aykroyd

Based off of this post by @floralflowerpower

Basically Danny changes his last name cuz science community thinks Fentons are crackpots when he goes to work for Nasa :) Also its like 1am right now so ill probably do a bit more editing in the morning

“Aykroyd.”

The administrator, Roger, raised his brow. “That’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Danny laughed. “You guys gave me permission to pick my new last name, and I pick Aykroyd.” If NASA wanted him to replace Fenton then of course Danny would have to make it fun.

Roger sighed and typed it into his computer. “If you were not such a record-breaking twat, I would have to tell you to pick something else.” He reached his hand across the table and shook Danny’s. “Congratulation Candidate Fenton, you are now Astronaut Aykroyd.” Roger frowned in disgust. “Why does it have to be an alliteration?”

“It’s fun and easier to remember,” Danny grinned and got out of his chair. “I'll take a picture of Earth and sign it for you. It’ll be worth something someday.”

Roger chuckled. “It’ll be worth something, all right.”

It didn’t take long to learn what the science community thought of his parents when he first started training. Pitiful looks and bouts of laughter when he mentioned his parents always came up.

“Dam, the crackpot scientists had a kid. Hopefully, they didn’t fill your head too much with all that ghost stuff.” An older candidate had poked fun of him. Danny learned quickly to keep his mouth shut about ghosts soon after. The Fenton name was a joke in the science communities. He didn’t quite blame NASA for asking him to change it.

NASA probably would have dropped him if it weren’t for his ghost half, funny enough. He excelled in all the physical training, speedrunning him through the ranks. The teachers had been flabbergasted when he ran the flight simulation almost perfectly. The spectra speeder was insanely close in operation, so it was like driving a new car to him. Weightlessness he mastered years ago, and strength was not a problem. The in-classroom training wasn’t that bad either. Danny was a fantastic astronaut if he did say so himself.

After his first mission, he gained a bit of a cult following. Officially, all records of NASA Danny Fenton had been changed to Danny Aykroyd. Nobody knew him as C student Fenton but instead kick-ass astronaut Aykroyd. His records were publicly available, and every mission he went on went well. So what if he used some ghostliness to keep his team safe. As far as they knew, lifting rocks that shouldn’t be humanly possible was one of those muscle flukes. Like a parent lifting a car to save their child. His team stayed safe, and that’s what mattered most.

He didn’t mind it so much that nobody knew. His parents understood and were proud of him. They kept quiet about Danny’s famous career as an astronaut, but Amity Park still knew. During the Christmas holidays last year, he saw Dash at Starbucks, who gaped at him like a fish. Danny simply raised his cup like a toast and headed back home. As long as only Amity Park knew about Danny Fenton, he would be fine. Sam’s parents had been so passive-aggressive once they realized that they couldn’t mention their connection to Danny without some NASA officials breathing down their necks. It was good, but sometimes he couldn’t miss the sadness in his parent’s eyes when they couldn’t announce their baby boy’s accomplishments to the world.

His last name went unnoticed by most. Sometimes interns and such would ask him questions, though.

“Danny Aykroyd? Like Dan Aykroyd?” Confusion and curiosity ripple their faces.

Danny would simply laugh and grin. “No, that’s the ghostbuster.” Sam and Tucker didn’t think it was as funny, unfortunately. It had grown on them the past couple of years, though. He was pretty sure he saw Tucker wearing a shirt on his Instagram one time with his response. Appropriately, the shirt was black with ‘No, that’s the ghostbuster’ written in curvy neon green letters. Danny tracked one down and posted a picture on his official account wearing it. He had to apologize for crashing the artist’s site a few hours later.

His popularity had grown to the point where people tried getting interviews with him. Danny did some after the PR team forced him to. In the first interview, he was a nervous wreck. PR never treated alternate Danny personas kindly. They got easier after a while, none were out to get him, really. Most just asked about the space stations, missions and sometimes his personal life.

Eventually, life and the PR team lead him to today’s interview. He sat backstage waiting for his cue. A blonde woman, Agatha, was a show host and begged to have him on the show. She rallied the audience up, getting them ready for his appearance.

“Now please welcome Astronaut, Danny Aykroyd!” The crowd cheered and he strolled across the stage. The lights blinded him at first, but adjusted as he took his seat on the love seat across from Agatha.

“Agatha, thanks for having me.” With a broad smile, he shook her hand.

She smiled at him devilishly. “No, thank you, Danny. Celebrities are in a thousand, but Astronauts are on in a million.”

“Don’t flatter me too much,” he laughed, “my ego can only stretch so far.” The audience laughed at his remark, along with Agatha. He was doing good.

“Now Danny, not to get personal right off the bat, but do you have a new beau by any chance.”

Great one of these kinds of interviews. He shook his head. “No.”

“Not even at home?”

“Sorry to disappoint Agatha, but my love stays for Cujo still.” He held a hand to his heart and the audience laughed again.

Agatha laughed, throwing her head back. “Not even in good old Amity Park?”

Danny’s mouth twitched. Amity Park was not allowed for questions during an interview. PR made sure of it. “No, parents would probably like me to have some secret partner stashed away though. Gotta have them grandkids, am I right.” He laughed along with the audience.

Agatha leaned forward as if she caught a canary as looked at him playfully. “Say your parents right?” Danny squirmed in the seat and his smile dropped. “As in Maddie and Jack Fenton?”

“I-”

“Is it true that your name is really Daniel James Fenton?”

“I-”

“Fenton as in the joke of the science community?”

“Agatha-”

“What was it that they study and claim is true? Do let the audience know, Mr. Aykroyd.” She leaned back in her chair with a triumphant smile. Hushed whispers aroused from the audience as Danny stayed silent. The damage was already done. Live shows were the worst.

“Paranormal studies and ecto-biology, ecto-physics, and ecto-chemistry.”

“What interesting fields of study. More of fields of fantasy, though, am I right?” A few nervous laughs came from the audience. Danny curled his hands into a fist. PR was going to kill him tomorrow.

He gave Agatha a cold glare. She immediately straightened in her seat. “I don’t take kindly to people making fun of my parents. They’re amazing scientists. Dad built a fuelless aircraft and so many gadgets ahead of our time. Mom created entirely new ways to pull things apart. Atom. By. Atom.” Agatha was beginning to look a bit scared now. Danny continued anyway and started creating an invisible clone. “Ancients even, they protected the entire town when it literally got sent to an alternate dimension. They are good people and good scientists. I don’t care what everyone else says. I know what they study is real. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’ve been to the ghost zone.” He closed his eyes and took a breath. The clone was at the lights now.

“Are you saying that you, a lead expert in space exploration and science, are endorsing the fact that the afterlife exists?” Agatha almost stumbled over her words. The crowd was silent.

Danny stood up from the love seat and glared at the camera. “Yes, and this interview is over.” The lights shut off, and the crown gasped with a few screams. Danny turned invisible and made his way out through the chaos of the crowd.

“Take back your statement,” Rodger demanded. “We can’t have you claiming that crackpot theories are real.” Danny felt like a child being scolded.

“This is a mess, Danny. The community is baffled and questioning whether you should still keep your job. The public is looking into your high school life too.” The PR head said worriedly. Danny cringed at the mention of high school.

“I guess they don’t want a delinquent C student, who believes in the supernatural leading up NASA missions, huh?”

“No Danny. They saw how cold you were last night, too. How can they trust you if you’ve secretly been a homewrecker all this time?”

“At least people get the joke behind Aykroyd now,” he said quietly. Well, some of the joke.

“Danny!” Roger sighed. “You’ve always been so adamant about finding proof before we make claims. Why does the supernatural not follow this?”

“I’ve seen proof-” he is proof-” that ghosts exist.”

“Danny, if your parents are telling you one thing from birth, of course you’re going to see proof. Confirmation bias.” Roger explained.

“No, Roger, it’s not that. There is a portal to hell in my basement Roger, my basement!” Danny stood up from his chair.

“Danny-”

“No-” he turned to the PR head- “If I can prove ghosts are real, can I keep my job? Ancients, I swear the job can be easier if I provide proof.”

The PR looked at their tablet and shrugged. “Maybe, it would have to be right away, though. No time to pull together some gimmick.”

“Good.”

“Danny, think about what you’re doing. You're risking your career,” Roger tried to reason.

Danny laughed. “No, Roger, even if NASA does fire me, I have other things to do. But-” he let the cool wrings wash over him- “I know what I am and that I exist.”

Roger and the PR head shut up after that. Their jaws hung open and stared at him, flabbergasted.

"There is this proof enough?"

Ok, adorable .

I've seen a post about Grian bringing Jellie to every season of Hermitcraft for Scar, and I wrote this without any thought behind it. I just started typing without thinking.

The season of Hermitcraft had come to an end. Scar said goodbye to Jellie, his precious cat who always seemed to find her way to him every season since. He always gave Grian weird theories about how Jellie did it, though Grian knew how she was traveling between seasons. In fact, he had a hand in it. Every season since meeting Scar and Jellie.

Seeing their bond made him smile. Like how he felt with any pesky bird he would have friended in the past. So he had decided that when a new season begins, he would retrieve the previous incarnation of that furry feline friend his fellow hermit loved so much, and bring her to her owner.

Like a broken clock that is right only twice a day, Grian would go to ask Xisuma for access to the previous season when everyone else would be offline or asleep. At this point though, he wouldn't even need to ask anymore. Xisuma would give the Watcher a knowing look and sigh before handing the access over. It was just a formality but now it was tradition. Asking for access.

The Watcher would enter the world full of nostalgic memories and collect the precious cargo, cradling it as he adjusted a small cloak around her neck to keep her protected from the travel to the new world. "Scar will be very happy to see you again Jellie, and remember our deal." He said softly with a smile.

Jellie, nuzzling in his arms, let out an all-knowing mreow that said, "Not a word to him." Grian opened a familiar rift and pulled the mask over the feline's eyes before stepping through. In the new world, where Jellie's collar had gone, she was set down with care and given extra pats. The cloak and mask taken off, revealing her pretty fur coat once more.

Then she was left, around in the woods or villages, knowing her owner or his friends would find her again and bring her home. All the while Grian watches, smiling at the warming scene. Listening to Scar's theories once again. His eyes meet the small cat's and they share a smile, and a knowing gleam.

It's simply a cat and her owner being reunited, seemingly to no end.

Bees!

Yes!

So cool!

Save the bees!

Ok, I do not know what the f*** is going on in the wider world involving outside the streams I watch of the QSMP (and if people want to try and explain it properly, go ahead), but what I have gathered is Forever the content creator might have done something involving pedophilia or the like.

I myself will not talk about my opinion because I do not have one, I have no way to decern the truth of the situation and as such am not forming an opinion.

However, I can understand people wanting to distance themselves from the content creator because of this situation.

That being said, I would like to state, if you still want to write or draw about the Character Forever, that is perfectly fine. Do not let your feelings for the content creator affect the character he created. You can write about a character and hate how the characters creator acted. Just like you can hate a character, but love their creator or actor.

Do not let the real world affect how you view the story.

I honestly hope more of this happens because i find it cute.

Slay the Princess

Become a Father

(Slay the Princess(joke)AU(????))

(You’d think Narry would be happy that Quiet is a kid(aka easier to guide), but unfortunately for him he has morals and a fondness towards children)

So, I like many a person ended up randomly scrolling through videos and the like in boredom one day, and ended up on a channel called DissociaDID.

YouTube

DissociaDID

DissociaDID is a project dedicated to challenging the stigma surrounding Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and trauma-based mental illnes

And that got my mind a spinning after watching some of the media.

Specificaly, what if Wukong had DID?

I will note, I don't think this is an idea I would openly write a full story about for others to read because I don't think I could do this mental disorder the justice it deserves in my opinion.

However, I thought I might put out the idea for how it happened and my thought for alters and their jobs.

First off, what would lead Wukong to develop DID?

First thing I need to say is we don't know the timescale of Wukong's early life, all that is stated in his tale is that he came out fully formed. But that does not mean he came out fully formed mentally, so within the first 7 years of his life he could have developed amnesia barriers as a coping mechanism for all the trauma he dealt with, and then it developed into DID because of the separation of memories.

As of right now, my main thoughts for what lead to Wukong developing it are as follows.

Wukong back when he was just Shí Hóu (what is currently believed to have been his name or title before he went to gain his first immortality) the original dominate male of Wukong's tribe bullied, beat up, and generally tried to kill Wukong. Perhaps the leading male even put forth the "go beyond the waterfall to become the king thing" and enticed Wukong into doing it in an attempt to have Wukong die by drowning, with it partially working and almost killing the young monkey king, but instead Wukong found the temple and became king, displacing the old monkey as the alpha, but they would make continuous attempts to kill Wukong even after.

As time went on perhaps the former alpha male died in a very gruesome way in front of Wukong, with maybe one or two of the kinder monkeys in the group dying of disease, putting the fear of death through means that Wukong wouldn't be able to control into his mind, leading Wukong to travel potentially days alone on a raft with little to no food in an attempt to find immortality like he had heard of being possible from some demon monkeys.

Then once on shore Wukong met humans and they feared and degraded him for not being human, for their belief he was a demon or the like, perhaps even attacking him till he learned to hide and found a link to what would lead him to an immortal.

Then the immortal had the same beliefs as the other humans and shut him out from learning, but Wukongs persistence led the man to give him a chance to learn, leading to Wukong being in an environment where all those learning with him initially hated or despised him, perhaps to the point of doing things to try and get Wukong to leave but over time they just became indifferent to Wukong, still being racist but identifying that Wukong was dedicated to his craft.

I can't say for sure but that altogether feels like a pretty good recipe for developing DID.

Next up, Wukong's alters.

First up, the original Wukong Shí Hóu, he/they are a trama holder, and would have been the earliest host before a new one developed in the wake of becoming King and needing to not be fearful of the former dominate male or risk losing the better life he was gaining. Leading to them being a "little" in the sense that they no longer aged beyond the point of no longer being the Host of the body. Shí Hóu would act most like a young orphaned monkey.

Next would be a Persicutitory Protector that would have formed to protect Shí Hóu from attacks by the male while making it clear to the little one that it is their fault they are continuing to be abused because he never fought back against the male. Their title would be Jingwēi and they would probably act most like a hostile male monkey, probably partially forming from a fragment of the aggressive male.

A soother alt would have probably formed around this time as well to help calm Shí Hóu down after traumatising confrentations with the dominate male. Their title would be Guānxīn and they would probably be most like a mother monkey Shí Hóu watched from afar, and probably later on would have gained traits from watching human and demon parents.

Formation timeline-wise, next to form would probably be a fragment with the title Shuî who formed from Wukong's water based trama and might be part fish. They would not have to major a personality and and be more a mindset revolving around being unable to drown due to being part fish.

Timeline wise the next personality to form would be Wukong, though he wouldn't have that name at the time and would have gone by Monkey King. He would be the main Host of the system from the time of becoming King to present.

Some time during Wukong's travels 4 more alts would form. Zhìzhê who would be the Gate Keeper of the system controlling who has access to what memories, who is in front, and keeping track of all alts within the internal space. Guówáng who would be a co-fronting primary protector to Wukong helping with protecting the body from harm and with fighting off trouble. Yêmánde being a faceless persecutor, repeating back the hate and fear spewed by the masses of humans (and later demons and celestial beings) towards Wukong, being a constant reminder of Wukong not being similar to anything at all. And lastly Liu er Miho, AKA Macaque, who at the time was a trauma holder persecutor like Yêmánde representing the fear of the unknown and those who speak and hide in the shadows.

Some time during Wukong's training under Pitu Zushi (though the show seems to be calling them Master Subodhi, but that could be a mixup on my part for the journy's immortal teachers name) or perhaps some time after Wukong's trip into the Diyu when taking the front for a moment Macaque used some of Wukong's power to create a clone for him to break himself off into that later became their own person sans memories of being part of Wukong.

3 more major alts and potentially one minor one would form from Wukongs learning immortality onward. First Lâoshī, Wukongs desire to be a protector and a caregiver/teacher to others, Huô forming from Wukong's traumatic experiences with fire and being a trauma holder who can disable the body unintentionally by making them temporarily blind (may also have some relation to the molten iron and copper fed to Wukong), Geisha who would be a sexual defender and trauma holder for the system (because you can't convince me that someone over the years wouldn't have tried to forcefully mate Wukong for power), and lastly Tang an interject persecutor protector that formed based off Tripitaka who would hurt or berate Wukong for his "violent" ways while reminding and suggesting less lethal methods.

My thoughts on how MK and his group figure this out is less certain.

As of right now, my main idea for how it happened is something involving fire triggers Huô sending Wukong into a blind panic running away with MK trying to follow with maybe one other behind him and they hear a difference in how Wukong is speaking or talking to himself and realise something is up. Later doing research and it clicking over enough time what is happening and leading MK and the others trying to get Wukong (as well as Mac (because learning you were a piece of the very person you hate can't be good for the psyche)) some professional help to at least partially recover from all the trama.

What do you all think? Have Ny ideas of your own to add? I would love to hear them.

You don't know me (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/AoWiXvg0FW Error hasn't lived a grate life, with the horrors of his job constantly haunting his mind he stopped doing many a thing to just feel vaguely okay. Ink starts to take notice of this an it makes him question how well he knows the other.

This is cool.

The Funny Tall Man

Summary: Scar is just trying to take over a mushroom island, he did not agree to being a baby sitter. 

Warnings: Nothing really, this is Fluff and SFW, well unless you count Scar being an evil homewrekcer (literally, he burns homes) and Mother Spore being a mind controlling fae (who low key kidnaps people).

Notes: This is for @sporelings-au and @headless-witch  Tags: @riveraryy and @flooflepuff

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