I Think The Sonic Cast Should Argue Over Nonsensical Things All Day All The Time

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Tails saving their butts for what ? A more painful death ?

That awakes Tails’s PTSD, whereas Sonic doesn’t seem to care about his near death.

happy memories

Farben

Was listening to this song while drawing, might as well incorporate it right?

Pariah Dark is summoned to the DC universe by cultists who want to give the world over to him, he obliges in their request since he'll get something out of it, and he hasn't been out in ages as well.

So Pariah Dark raises his army of the dead and gets to work, his general isn't here with him but he would do fine without him, couldn't be that hard.

Besides, said general is occupied with a task of the utmost importance.

A few days into this siege Pariah is surprised at how much of a fight this world is putting up, that 'Justice League' of theirs is proving a fair more challenge than he would have though and since when did humans know the arcane secrets of magic?

It was a few more days later that Pariah Dark is about to face off against the league and their magic users that something unexpected happened. A teenage boy appeared on the battlefield, glowing white hair and starry cloak billowing in the wind as he stood before the Ghost King in all his glory.

Only to groan and tell him to come home already and that he promised not to do his whole 'enslaving worlds' thing. Pariah Dark, the Ghost King known as a tyrant and cruel, wilting under the boy's stare and actively seemed to be considering it, before confusion appeared on his face and he asked where his general was.

Kid just held up one side of his cloak and Fright Knight popped right out as if summoned, which, technically he was.

So then the kid forced the notorious Ghost King back to the Infinite Realms with a stare and words dripping in disappointment before turning back to the heroes gathered there with a sigh.

"I know father can be a bit... rough, so please accept my apologies for this." He bowed, all the regal air and dignity of a prince before leaving through the same portal as his dad.

The magic users of the League are both not and are taking it well. One on hand, the goddamn Ghost king apparently has a son, on the other he's not as bloodthirsty as his father.

(After thought. But bonus points if Fright Knight appears too one of the batkids after Danny left and telling them that the prince thought they were cute or something idk mane just an after thought)

Macaque from Lego Monkie Kid!

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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DCx— what?

Y'all know them DCxDP posts on tiktok or other crossovers or some shit right? Well I want to do that too

But I'm sick and tired of seein all them everywhere I go cus- let's be honest, after a while, they get even the slightest bit boring, right? To me at least.

Anyway, point is, I'm writing DCxOC bullshit.

So, here it is

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎.

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 *𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢* 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢: "𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍!"

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎.. 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛? 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚏 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 - 𝚘𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 - 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊.. 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎?? 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝??

?? (𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍): "𝚃𝚌𝚑. 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢!"

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 (?? 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖

??(𝚁𝙷): "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"

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𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢.

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜.

𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍: "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙤𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛): "𝚄𝚑, 𝚢𝚊-𝚜-𝚜𝚑. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚔 𝚒'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜."

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎, what.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎- 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚃): 𝙰𝚎, 𝚢-𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚊?"

𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝.

(𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝)

𝚁𝙷: "𝚞𝚑𝚑.. 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢?"

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚃): "𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚁𝙷: "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

𝚂(𝚃): "𝙽𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎- 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?? 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢? 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?? 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 1) 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖, 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊, 2) 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 3) 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 4) 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 (𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜.

(got tired of writing in that stupid ass font)

Jason though at first thought it was lighting, how Trevor's face seemed almost fully in shadow, but as they entered his safe house, he nearly had a heart attack once he saw the man's face.

It was almost as if someone drew a line from the top of his one ear to the bottom of the other one and coloured the upper part of his face with musou black pain. What was even weirder was how he didn't have a mouth. Like- at all.

Trevor was confused for a moment as Redhood stared at him, then realised he didn't exactly look normal.

Trevor: "...I'm guessing this type of look isn't normal here?"

He asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as his one (one eye. A while shape with a black- fully black dot inside it, acting as the pupil) squinted a bit.

RH: "......no."

T: "Kurwa."

The end

I'm tired of pretending to hate Canon X OC.

JASON AND HIS ELDRITCH HORROR BOYFRIEND!

i must contribute to the angst bc i make happy memes to forget how depressing your fic is @trainpassengers

TELL US WHO THE BABY DADDY/MOMMA IS 🗣️🗣️ I NEED TO KNOW WHO ASCHARYA LOOKS LIKE