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My Crazy Ideas Are Causing Me So Much Grief Please Halp

bendrownedis12:

kittyreaper:

Okay, no, I think I mentioned this before, but it’s really killing me inside. I have this Creepypasta/Marble Hornets AU that’s been eating at me for the longest time, and oms I swear to god. Ramblings are going to be under the cut.

PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME VALIDATION OR SOMETHING IDEK AT THIS POINT.

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I have a few headcanons:

-Toby still has those yellow goggles, but he doesn’t wear them around all the time. Apparently they have night vision.

-I didn’t read the normal humans part the first time I went through it, but what if…Ben actually got possessed by a ghost/demon at some point and it’s one of the reasons why he’s so good at school… 

-Also he googles everything and regularly cheats on tests, but he’s barely been caught.

-Sebastian Mann is 6 ft something and also bald. He wears black almost exclusively, and would wear his black suit every single day if it was appropriate.

-He makes really good mac n cheese.

-Tim is named after his uncle, Tim Darrel Mann: This AU’s Trenderman equivalent.

-Toby has a blog that he originally only used to follow Ben and a few other friends, but he starts posting more shitposts about demon shit when he starts becoming a demon hunter.

-Jeff only ran for class president in the first place because a good few of his friends talked him into it, he didn’t really expect to win. It kind of stresses him out.

-I know you already have a plot written out, but what if school occult club? Jeff is the one who advocated to have it open, it’s been running since he was a sophomore.

Thank you so, so much!

I have a few responses to your headcanons:

– Night vision googles are now canon.

– Holy crap I want to say something in response but I can’t-

– Especially on History and English tests. He’s a genius with Math and Computer Science, but everything else is a no.

– In my notes, I’ve decided Principal Mann is 6′4″, 44 years old, and only wears suits to work.

– I live for this.

– Whenever the kids ask about their uncles, Mr. Mann denies their existences and claims he’s an only child.

– Most of said shitposts are just really, really bad puns on the special powers and gimmicks of the various demons they fight.

– Yes, it stresses him out. Yes, he couldn’t care less about his classmates or “the good of the school”. No, he does not have friends.

– Pffffft, who would want to summon demons when you could just kill them??/?

My Crazy Ideas Are Causing Me So Much Grief Please Halp

Okay, no, I think I mentioned this before, but it’s really killing me inside. I have this Creepypasta/Marble Hornets AU that’s been eating at me for the longest time, and oms I swear to god. Ramblings are going to be under the cut.

PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME VALIDATION OR SOMETHING IDEK AT THIS POINT.

It’s an AU in which all the major Creepypasta (+ Marble Hornets!) characters are either angels,  demons, dead, demon hunters, or normal humans. I’m calling it the Demon Hunter AU. The main plot focuses on the proxy trio (Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, and Ticci Toby), who are demon hunters. They do not work for the Slenderman in this AU. Tim and Toby are brothers, Tim being older by a year.

Tim’s a senior in high school while Toby’s a junior. Their dad’s the Stern Dad™ principal of their school. Brian’s an 18 year old demon hunter who comes to their town, obviously to hunt demons. Tim and Toby get detention one day, and therefore get out late. While they’re walking home, they come across Brian fighting a demon. Toby tries to nope out of there, but Tim’s stupid and thinks they should help him. They help Brian kill the demon, only for Brian to start angrily signing at them afterwards about how they could have gotten killed, and while Brian’s a trained professional and can take care of himself, they’re not and they can’t. Toby’s confused for a moment, but Tim still remembers some sign language from when their dad made them take classes as kids. In this AU, Brian’s mute and has a big, ugly gash across his neck. It’s great.

After they first meet Brian, Toby tries to go back to being normal and pretending he doesn’t know about the existence of demons. Tim, however, spends his nights and weekends trying to track down Brian so he can teach him how to be a demon hunter, because, again, he’s stupid. He eventually finds Brian again, only to be met with even more angry signing. Tim explains that he wants Brian to show him how to hunt demons, then Toby exclaims from the bushes, “Tim, what the fuck??” Toby had grown suspicious of Tim’s behavior and decided to shadow him that night. Tim’s genuinely surprised and very peeved by this development.

After some more angry signing and Toby freaking out, Tim comes up with a compromise. Brian will take him and Toby with him next time he goes to kill a demon. If Toby and Tim are scarred for life by it, they’ll leave Brian alone and go back to being normal people. But, if Toby and Tim either enjoy themselves or show enough potential, Brian will take them under his wing.

Tl;dr: Brian is forced to make an angsty kid who turns to demon hunting as an extreme form of thrill-seeking and teenaged rebellion, and his super annoying little brother, into proper demon hunters because of a bet he didn’t think they’d actually win.

Some other characters include Principal Sebastian Mann, Tim and Toby’s dad; Jeff Woods, the creepy senior class president; Jane Arkensaw, a demon hunter with magical powers and a score to settle; Jack, a demonic entity who considers himself a “neutral third party” and actively gives the demon hunting trio information about local demons; and Ben Douglas, Toby’s super smart hacker best friend and my favorite of the cast so far. Here are my notes on Ben’s introduction scene:

“The bell rings, then the scene changes to Toby’s first period, Algebra II. Toby’s sitting at his desk, which is near the back of the room, attempting to balance his pencil by its eraser. The teacher, a female who looks very high-strung, is writing equations on the whiteboard at the front and talking about them. Suddenly, the door slams open to reveal Ben. Ben is 15, but skipped a full year because he’s smart. He’s currently in his pajamas, and has a very bad case of bed head. In one hand is his backpack, in the other his pillow. He’s not even wearing proper shoes. He’s wearing his slippers. There’s a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth.

The teacher looks tired, angry, and exasperated. She has had to deal with Ben for a couple months now, and never before has she hated a student so much. She opens her mouth to scold him for being late to class yet again, only to stop as Ben plops his backpack on the ground and holds a hand up.

When he speaks, his words are slurred with tiredness. “ShushushushushushiiiiI know I’m late. I’ve got a sign in thing from the office… Jus… t hold on.” He opens his backpack and pulls out a small slip of paper. He slaps it on the teacher’s desk. “There ya go.”

The teacher crosses her arms, glaring. Ben doesn’t see her expression, but he can feel her trying to burn holes into his skull with her eyes. He reaches into his backpack and lugs out a giant stack of papers. He puts the stack on her desk as well. She looks at the stack in annoyance.

He grins sleepily. “All of this week’s homework and classwork. Did it over tha weekend. Can I sleep now?”

She sighs. “It’s not like I can stop you.”

Ben gives a thumbs up, grabs his still open and still stuffed backpack by the strap, and lumbers back to the empty seat next to Toby. He practically falls into the seat. He puts his pillow on the desk and his head on the pillow. Toby picks up his pencil and pokes the top of Ben’s head.

“Dude, you know they have a picture of you taped to a dart board in the teacher’s lounge, right?” Toby asks, concerned, but quiet, not wanting the teacher to get mad at him or something.

Ben lifts his head just enough to slur out the following: “3.8 GPA… ain’t got shiiiiiit on mescccchhool can suck my dick-” He firmly plants his face in his pillow. He starts faintly snoring shortly after.

Toby’s still concerned. “Your life, not mine.””

He’s just. He’s so gr8.

I have most of the main plot figured out. I just need to write it down. However, I have an issue. I feel like this idea would be best as a comic, but I really, really don’t think my art style would do it justice. It’s too cartoony and too inconsistent for a more serious webcomic. This makes me feel like I’m dying inside at a faster rate than normal, and oms I don’t like it.

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It’s been awhile since I last AU dumped, so here you go:

An AU in which the cast of Dangan Ronpa gets stuck in an SAO-style VR game that kills people.

Notes on the mechanics of the video game before we start:

1. Unlike SAO, there are different species/races and classes to choose from. The races are your standard fantasy races: human, fae (elf, fairy, or druid), dwarf, merperson, troll (frost or wood), and shape-shifter. The classes are also pretty standard: swordsperson, warrior/gladiator, cleric/bard, mage/sorcerer/sorceress, sniper/archer, and rogue. Each player has a total of 90 race-class pairs to choose from.

2. Instead of needing to use a skill to upgrade it, when you beat bosses and-or level up (you gain experience by fighting and crafting- and yes, cooking counts as a craft), you get a thing called a “skill point.” Skill points can be spent in your menu on different skills. Each class and race comes with a set of advantages and disadvantages, so you have to strategize when it comes to spending your skill points. Skill points can not be refunded and put towards other skills once they’ve already been spent.

3.Regarding ultimate attacks, in this version of SAO, once you max out a skill (it can be any combat-related skill – you can’t ultimate your cooking skill; that would be stupid -, from a healing spell to a sword attack!) you will be given three or so different ultimates related to the maxed out skill to choose from. However, once you pick an ultimate, your ultimate will be considered a different skill from the skill it’s related to. This means you have to strategize when it comes to spending your skill points even more, because your ultimate gets better separately.

4. Also, health isn’t a skill. Your max health depends on your race/class pair and your level, not skill points put towards health. That would be stupid.

5. Also, the menu isn’t gesture-controlled, because this is nerve gear why tf would you need gestures. Other players can’t see your menu, aside from your health bar and screen name.

6. Post-locking people in the game, while your avatar is now your actual appearance, your physical capabilities IRL are not your capabilities in-game. Chiaki would never be able to swing around weapons that ridiculously huge IRL, but because her in-game strength stat is high, she can do so within the virtual world.

7. The level cap is level 250.

8. The guild cap is 100 players.

9. When fighting in a party or with a guild, each player gets the same amount of experience. The experience amount each player get does not change if you’re playing alone. If you beat a boss by yourself, let’s say you get 100 XP or something. If you beat the same boss in a guild, everyone in the guild that’s fighting each gets 100 XP. This is to encourage teamwork.

10. The no crystal zones don’t exist, because those are stupid.

11. The bosses and minibosses respawn after they’re beaten so other players can beat them, but you only need to beat a boss once to unlock the next floor to all players.

Most, if not all, of the main cast is aged up for various reasons. They’re roughly college age.

Hajime Hinata and Chiaki Nanami are best friends in real life. They were also both beta testers for the new VR mmorpg “Ruin Spirits Online.” This is why they’re both pretty OP.

Hajime’s in-game self is a human swordsman named Izuru Kamukura. The avatar looks just like Izuru Kamukura from canon, surprise, surprise. His primary weapon is a sword, and his ultimate is “Truth Blade,” a sword slash that no magic can block, but armor and shields can take the edge off.

Chiaki’s in-game self is a dwarven warrior named Usami. The avatar looks like a buff, dwarf Usami. Her primary weapon is a giant battle axe, and her ultimate is “Game Over,” a giant axe slash that, when the skill’s upgraded enough, opens a hole to the center of the Earth down the field, killing anyone who falls into it. However, regardless of skill or whatever, it’s dodgeable. Chiaki, being Chiaki, is one of the best players in the game, and probably the best tank.

On the first day of RSO being online, a terrorist group known as “Ultimate Despair” hacks into the servers and creates a glitch that makes players die when their avatars do. Then, they trap all 30,000,000 or so players inside the game, and tell them they’ll be freed when someone makes it to the top of the ruined Castle Mut, which has 200 floors, each with its own bosses and dungeons. The group also decides to make all the players’ avatars look like their IRL selves, just to screw with them and spread some more needless despair.

Izuru and Usami obviously decide to party up, both knowing they’re on the same level, make a great team, and trust each other.

However, while they have a DPS and tank, they don’t have a healer.

One of the big guilds that pops up is “The Future Foundation,” which consists of class 78 from canon. The leader of the guild is this AU’s Makoto Naegi, a human mage known as a-hoe-gay. It was supposed to be a joke character while he got the hang of the game.

Nagito Komaeda plays an elven cleric named Trash. His ultimate is “Hope Blast,” which heals all party members and boosts their defense and attack stats for a short period of time. He tried to join TFF, but because of the intense, burning hatred between him and Junko Enoshima, he ends up not. Instead, he parties up with Izuru and Usami after meeting them, becoming the healer of their group.

Much later on, a-hoe-gay approaches Izuru, Usami, and Trash for help. Apparently Kuma-Chan (Junko) and Mono-Chan (Mukuro Ikusaba) split from TFF and formed a player-killing guild – “Ultimate Despair,” intentionally named after the terrorist group that caused this – and TFF is kinda losing control of the situation. They came to the trio, because Izuru and Usami are really good players, Usami being one of the best players, and with Trash watching their backs, most people want to be on their good sides. The trio then calls up everyone they’ve met and befriended so far (class 77-B from canon), and they all join up with TFF to take down UD.

I know literally nothing about DRV3, so I’m going to leave that group’s involvement to you guys.

That one moment when you realize someone you follow on tumblr came up with a Fandomstuck Mythology AU long before you – you just didn’t realize it – and yet you went and made a Fandomstuck Mythology AU anyways, because, as previously said, you didn’t realize this was already a thing.

FML.

Imagine a Fandomstuck AU in which everything follows the plot of Dangan Ronpa, except all the characters are human!fandoms with special talents, and the Dangan Ronpa fandom’s talent is the ‘Ultimate Meta.’

“Wow, I don’t know why, but I really feel like I’ve seen this school before.”

“Why do I get the weird feeling some robo teddy bear’s going to randomly show up and force us to kill each other?”

“Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but I have this weird feeling that we’ve all been at this school for a year already, and our memories were stolen by some psychotic despair chick who used to be our classmate!”

And they’re always right.

Always.

interesting AU idea: Creator Falls

wywilliams:

its gravity falls except its the creators of fandoms

Dipper = Alex Hirsch (gravity falls)

Mabel = Rebecca sugar (Steven universe)

Stanly = gorge R.R martin (game of thrones)

Stanford = Steven Moffat (doctor who)

Gideon = Scott cawthon (FNAF)

Bill cipher = Andrew hussie (Homestuck)

Wendy = Cheryl Heuton (NUMB3RS)

Robbie = Edmund McMillen (the basement collection)

add more if you can think of them.

YES. YES. YES. YES.

I CANNOT YES ENOUGH TO PROPERLY EXPRESS TO YOU ALL HOW YES THIS IS.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fandomstuck Mythology AU Pt. 1/?

Every Good Story Starts at the Bar

The night was old and most rational people had gone to bed, yet one small, hole-in-the-wall building felt every bit as alive as town square at noon. Scruffy and ragged patrons of the bar filled the room, a smelly sea of ne’er do wells. The lights were dim. The door was forcefully kicked open to reveal a Davie’s regular, a man in his twenties with a hard expression and a long, long coat. Tonight, his hard expression was bruised, and splotches of dried blood hemmed the bottom of his coat. Despite his flashy entrance, he took his usual seat at the bar with the calculated calm of someone who knew they were getting what they came for, regardless of presence.

“What’ll it be?” A grinning bartender asked.

The man looked at him dully. “The usual.”

The bartender mulled on that for a moment, before huffing out, “Riiiigght, translate for the new kid?”

“Pint ‘a whiskey,” he relented. “And make it quick.”

“On it.”

Surely enough, less than a minute later a pint of whiskey sat before the customer, and a few gold coins were handed to the worker. The latter raised an eyebrow at the definite overpaying of the former, but chose not to mention it. He did, however, mention the man’s current state of health.

“You’re looking pretty worn for wear. There a reason?”

“There’s always a reason,” he answered, then took a great swig from his mug.

A few uncomfortable minutes passed of the bartender’s rapt attention and the drinker’s unwillingness to speak, until he sighed and continued:

“You see that man over there?” He subtly gestured to a dark corner, in which sat two men. The first was rather plain-looking, but the second was a sight to behold, a lanky, six-foot-six behemoth. It was a wonder he was able to get suits in his size. Both of their jackets bore a peculiar but distinct symbol, a red circle with an X through it.

The bartender glanced at them and nodded.

“He owes me a good coin for my services. Tonight, I’m going to get it back.”

This sparked the bartender’s intrigue. “Your services?”

“Bounty hunting,” he said bluntly.

The bartender winced. “Ooh, fun.”

He shrugged. “Eh, it pays the bills. Typically means I get to pick off the scum of the Earth, too.”

“So you’re the vigilante type.”

“Pretty much.”

A couple shouts broke out in the center of the room, followed by an exchanging of fists. A stool came flying at the man and the bartender, only for them to duck out of the way, the wood smashing against the wall behind them.

The bartender thrusted a hand at the man. “Drew Hussie, pleasure to meet ya’.”

He eyed the appendage warily, but took it nonetheless. “Nathaniel Winchester. If you’re staying here for long, you’ll see me around.”

“Oh believe me, I plan to.” Drew’s grin briefly turned shark-like, lime-colored eyes almost glowing from behind those innocent nerd glasses. He abruptly released the hand, backing away to take care of other customers. “Later.” His final remark was coupled with a cheesy wink.

It was only well after the bartender had left that Nat inspected his now-throbbing hand. Painting it purple were dark welts that perfectly formed the silhouette of a seemingly delicate hand held in the usual manner.

Note to self: the new guy’s stronger than he looks.

Imagine This:

kittyreaper:

Tangled, but with fandomstuck characters.

Homestuck would be Rupunzel, Supernatural would be Flynn Rider, and Andrew Hussie would be mother Gothel.

For some inexplicable reason, Problem Sleuth and Tangled would be Homestuck’s real parents.

Some people at the tavern for the ‘I have a dream’ number could be Creepypasta, Dangan Ronpa, OFF, WTNV, DHMIS, Resident Evil, and The Walking Dead.

I hate to say it, but the only people I can personally think of to be the two thieves that betray Flynn are Doctor Who and Sherlock.

Because why not, MLP in pony form could be Maximus.

Chameleon!Hetalia could be Pascal.

Instead of having long, magical hair, Homestuck could have magic, troll horns with healing properties that he pretends are fake in front of Supernatural and others. He could accomplish this by wearing a headband right next to his horns so it looks like they’re attached to the headband. Due to a weird hobby of knitting really long scarves to kill boredom while trapped in the tower, ‘Rupunzel, Rupunzel, let down your hair’ could be replaced with ‘Homestuck, Homestuck, let down your scarf.’

To activate the weird healing powers, you could instead sing ‘You can’t fight the Homestuck.’

Because why not.

Seriously.

I want this to exist.

Oh whoops look at that my hand slipped
… a lot

   This is the story of how I died.
   Don’t worry; this is actually a very fun story and, the truth is, it isn’t even mine.
   This is the story of a troll named Drew and it starts with the Green Sun.
   Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from Skaia, and from this small drop of sun, grew a magic, acid green flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.

   On a dark night, an old man with strange, orange skin wanders through the shadows.

   Oh, you see that orange guy over there? You might want to remember him. He’s kind of important.
   Well, centuries passed, and a hop, skip, and a boat ride away there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved king and queen. And the queen, well, she was about to have a baby.
   She got sick. Really sick.
   She was running out of time, and that’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. Or, in this case, a magic, acid green flower.

   Pushing through the brush, the orange guy spots the magic, acid green flower. He huddles over it reverently.

   Ah, I told you he’d be important. You see, instead of sharing the Green Sun’s gift, this orange guy, Andrew Hussie, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep himself young for hundreds of years, and all he had to do was sing a special song.

   Stroking the flower’s petals, the orange guy opens his mouth and begins to sing.
   “You can’t fight the Homestuck!
   Though it’s weird and random, it’s the greatest fandom!
   You can’t fight the Homestuck!
   True, it’s quite outrageous, but it’s all contagious!”
   It’s as if time rewinds in that moment. His orange wrinkles receding, and his gray hair regains its former luster. The flower glows.

   Alright, you get the gist. He sings to it; he turns young. Creepy, right?

   “We’ve found it!”
   The orange guy looks up in fright, then retreats to the wilderness, as a squadron of big, heavily-muscled guards swarm the clearing.

   The magic of the acid green flower healed the queen.

   A fair queen with hair as pure as gold holds a delicate little bundle in her arms.

   A healthy baby troll, a prince, was born, with gray skin and candy-corn horns. No one blinked an eye at his species, as the king himself was part troll on his mother’s side.
   I’ll give you a hint: that’s Drew.
To celebrate his birth, the king and queen launched a flying lantern into the sky.
   And for that one moment, everything was perfect.

   In the middle of the night, the orange guy busts open the window to the baby’s nursery.

   And then that moment ended.

   The orange guy looms over the baby, unblinking. He opens his mouth and begins to sing.
   “You can’t fight the Homestuck!
   Thought it’s weird and random, it’s the greatest fandom!
   You can’t fight the Homestuck-”
   He cuts himself off, as the young prince’s acid green eyes begin to glow. He hesitantly reaches out, and touches those nubby newborn horns. His orange wrinkles recede; his gray hair regains its former luster. He raises a small knife to the baby’s skull, and makes a clean, sharp cut across the base of the colored keratin. The baby cries, and the separated chunk of horn turns ash gray. The orange guy gasps.

   Hussie broke into the castle, stole the child, and just like that- gone.

   The window swings open, a light breeze blowing the curtains inward.

   The kingdom searched, and searched, but they couldn’t find the prince, for deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, Hussie raised the child as his own.

   A young troll sits before a warm, roaring fire, the orange guy polishing his horns.
   “You can’t fight the Homestuck!” The wriggler sings, “true, it’s quite outrageous, but it’s all contagious!”

   Hussie had found his new magic flower, but this time he was determined to keep it hidden.

   As the orange guy’s wrinkles recede, and his hair regains its former luster, the wriggler asks:
   “Why can’t I go outside?”
   The orange guy flinches for barely a fraction of a second. “The outside world is a dangerous place, filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you’re safe. Do you understand, flower?”
   “Yes, Hussiedad.” Nonetheless, the wriggler’s frown is deep and sad.

   But the walls of that tower could not hide everything.

   A barrage of flying lanterns fill the sky, glowing like the stars have suddenly doubled.
   On the ground, the king and queen stand by the river bank, staring distraughtly into the distance.

   Each year, on his birthday, the king and queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky, in the hope that one day, their lost prince would return.