walking the roosters


Camp Camp x Heathers AU


ofc the flowerscouts are the Heathers, no doubt about that

  • Nikki as Veronica
  • Max as JD
  • Flowerscouts as the Heathers
  • help me decide on the other characters fam ouo;;

i drew the sweet scenes… i’ll do the drama ones later…

This is inspired by a post (i dont remember which tumblr peep mentioned it tho but i THANK YOU)


Finally it’s finished. A really quick informational comic about women in games for my Sociology final. So yeah there’s a lotta stuff here. UuU

Special thanks to those who gave their stories for me to use: clouddesu /starryeyed-freak / and the anon

@wakor submitted:

This isn’t necessarily fan art, but you were in my dream last night and I wanted to tell you.

I was visiting my partner in Tennessee, and I was walking alone on the street for some reason. I ran into you, and recognized you immediately, except you were like 7 feet tall and very gruff. You were also walking a rooster on a leash. 

I say hi, and you just. Hand me the leash of the rooster and tell me to hold on to it. Then you walked off.

I walk with this chicken a while, and it shits everywhere. The pellets look suspiciously like sesame sticks. 

You never showed back up, so I told the chicken, “Go home! Find home!” and follow it back to this small, decrepit house somewhere in town. I knock on the door, and these scrubs I don’t recognize open the door. I ask them if they knew someone named “Van”, and if this is their chicken. They say yes, and invite me in.

The inside of your house is 10x bigger than the outside, but it’s equally as shitty. It was obviously an old house, victorian-era. You show up some time later. 

Anyway, eventually I have to pee. I was under the impression, somehow, that you are really particular about who uses your bathroom and absolutely will not allow anyone but yourself to use it. The only problem is that the house has like 15 bathrooms and I cannot for the life of me figure out which one I’m able to use. 

Meanwhile, it turns out that your house is also ridiculously fucking haunted by dead Victorian children. I start seeing shit, and y'all are like “yeah this is normal just don’t look at them.“ 

My dumb ass, of course, looks at them. And they won’t let me leave your house, even though I have to get back to my partner. The dream starts falling apart at this point, because you tell me the only way to escape is by climbing the fence. What fence, you say? The fence that suddenly replaced the wall of your room. I try to climb, but dream-logic dictates that I can’t move. 

The dead Victorian children drag me down and I die, the end. 

PS: Chase looked like the guy from the bowl cut viral video:


what happened was u astral projected into my actual house in real life. i saw u strugglin and i didnt wanna help cuz i was suspicious of u using one of my 15 bathrooms.


When she had been a girl the woman in robes of gray and salt waves told her that green eyes were the gift and curse of her life. Sakura hadn’t understood what the old woman meant at the time, but before too many months passed, she began to suspect it had something to do with what she could see while others couldn’t.

Plenty of children claimed to see the faeries, to follow the flickering lights of miniature bodies into the forest where toadstools and flower rings marked the blessed places. It was common to indulge the children in their age of fairytales. Sakura was no exception, not even when she woke up in the middle of the night, pulled by an unsourced urge to trace out rings in chalk around the beds of her parents and her own, or sleep walk to the hawthorn trees and rest the last half of the night there, protected by their coverage. Her parents thought her odd at times, but children were meant to be odd.

Ino’s father, a man more superstitious than her own, told Sakura it was because she had been born under the stars on a old, open night when no clouds invaded the heavens-a rare treat indeed. He remembered because he was there to keep Sakura’s father from stressing into oblivion while her mother battled the labor pains with screams that could chill the dead.  

‘What does that have to do with anything?” Ino asked in a tone that betrayed her nonchalance. She was too grown up for fae stories.

‘Why, people born in the morning cannot see spirits or the fae world; but those born at night have power over ghosts, and can see the spirits of the dead. Fae love these sort of people, especially when they’re born with green eyes that see the unseen.’

Ino had no reason to be jealous of Sakura’s green eyes when her own were cold and blue like a naked sky. How rare was it to see the blue of the sky on their small island off the mainland! Sakura envied Ino for her beauty, but secretly, she envied her friend for what she didn’t see.

One day a rooster walked through their open doorway and crowed. Sakura began to set the table for an extra person while her parents eyed each other over her head in a knowing manner. They indulged their daughter in her childhood, but she was nearing the threshold age where girls became woman in body. Soon the indulgences would need to run out.

After sitting down to eat a knock bade her father to the door where a traveler asked for shelter. He was a man her father had done business with while on the mainland. He sat at the place meant for him and before the supper was gone he had convinced Sakura’s father to come to the mainland for more work. Families were leaving all the islands in droves for modern work on the mainland, even the larger ones like theirs with forests and castles from an age long ago. The only people left behind were the superstitious and sentimental.

Sakura remembered her parents fighting about it that night after the traveler had moved on to the guest house for sleep. The life her family lived was modest, but it could be better. They tried to hush their voices, but Sakura stole out in the night to curl up under a hawthorn tree and listen for the songs of the fae from far beyond. The mainland had such dull songs, their fae were strong, but forgotten. Sakura would wither if she had to leave her old loud island and all her fae.

In the morning her parents discussed it in front of her and asked Sakura what she thought. She told them she had no wish to leave. Her mother seemed proud until Sakura went on to explain why.

Her father left the next month and but came back for the rest of the family.

Sakura’s mother died of what some assumed to be heartache a year later.

They buried the two in twin plots by the old church. It was the first time Sakura saw a fae turn away from her in shame. The headless one had a face hidden from view, but by the way her shoulders sank, Sakura could read her just as well.  

“Still, you can’t stay here alone.”

Sakura looked up at her aunt, the old woman with hazel eyes who had traveled so far, from an island even more remote than Sakura’s. She and Sakura’s mother hadn’t been in contact since Sakura was a baby. Sakura had no memory of ever meeting the woman, but the familial resemblance was uncanny.

Across the churchyard Sakura continued to stare at the headless Dullahan fae from the unseelie courts.

Her aunt watched her, searching the empty street for what she assumed Sakura was staring at. A shiver touched her spine and she lowered her eyes.

Sakura caught this and sighed. “Don’t bother, dullahan hate to be stared at, you’ll be covered in a bucket of blood if you dare.” Sakura lowered her own eyes, knowing she was in no such danger, but wished to avoid the disrespect she knew she would be committing if she continued on with her bad behavior any longer.  “I won’t go with you to the mainland.”

Her aunt hummed, risking a glance at the empty way once more before responding. “No, you won’t. Their schools will teach you nothing, but your fate is to learn.” The old woman smiled down. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone even remotely suited to being a fairy doctor.”

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Title: Que casa quieta (Such quiet house)

Summary: Panchito and José visit Donald at his new home.

Notes:  I don’t even know what I wanted to do with this, I just had the biggest urge to write José and Panchito. This basically takes place after the new Ducktale’s pilot, but I’m afraid they seem too OOC? Reviews are always welcome! Translations at the end!

Check this out in AO3 as well!

The house was quiet.

“So, you’re living with your tio Scrooge, eh?”  The green parrot said as he looked around the house. He was not used to things that fancy. José was a ‘menino da favela’, someone who grew in a not-so-rich neighborhood. His eyes sparked with the sweet view of the enormous mansion. Carioca wishes he had the same luck has Donald, switching a boat-house for a mansion. And just not any mansion, the MCDUCK mansion.

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