#Chip Noggins

[ghoststudios-art-page]

Trying to trick myself into doing Archie art stuff for Greendale yearbook, this is what I normally do, just, oodles of doodles.

I'm also forcing myself to draw the gang more, as I feel like I just draw Jug and that's not fair to the other.

(Of course I drew Archie being a perv, but, ya gotta, as he is one.

But it's funny because his actual ma is in the first drawing he got hit in the head with a basketball)

Long list of name in tags, if they didn't have a canon last name I'm added one in (an replacing one because it's so basic)

[eueclid]

gm

[eepyghost]

cursed fic/novel/etc ideas i've had recently

astarion from bg3 being the fallen god of the celestial who's cursed to the mortal plane. he meets some Loser named peter sqloint. they go on adventures trying to find astarion's way back to the immortal plane. sexual tension ensues.

generation loss but in novel format (idk)

apotheosis trio but they're college - aged students in the late 70's and they're all gay/mentally ill

joel (tlou) running into his high school sweetheart in the middle of the apocalypse, learns to love again

rai x astarion don't TOUCH me (i'm honestly geeked over astarion lore sorry)

tattoo artist transmasc chip

apotheosis heartstopper au (rumi is nick and peter is charlie)

a-list celebrity actress enid sinclair playing the main role in the film adaptation of wednesday addams' novel. they meet. they kiss.

[scaly-freaks]

May your knife chip and shatter

Not me having ill wished on me unprovoked.

[jhsharman]

"Now you See Her, Now You Don't"

Whatever extra fabric is lying around to stitch on, I guess.

[wings-of-ink]

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to pop in and say hey and give some updates. They're all very mild, but I feel like I've been quiet lately so I wanted to pop something out here for you so you get a feel for where I'm headed.

I have some asks that have piled up and I will be chipping away at them here and there. I had a weird week that I am recovering from, and my mind has been super unfocused lately. I'm doing better now, but had a bout with a few days of insomnia and anxiety. I am already a sleepy-sad mess in the winter, so this does me no favors. I'm popping in when I have some bursts of energy. Your asks and comments have made me smile, think, and get pumped for the days to come though, so I thank you for that. ^_^

Even though my energy is down, I am still finding enjoyment in working on some of the extras! Even if I can only work in short bursts, it's helped me find some respite. I have worked out a short-form character creation for the Cursed Birthday extra. I also have that outlined. My goal is to have that released by the end of this month!

I still plan on opening a Patreon soon, but I have kept putting it on the back burner as I focus on just making it through this time of year, lol. I am just so stupid-tired most of the evening when I have free time and am very over it. In future years, I'll be working ahead during the other seasons and then take a solid block of time between December and January off. I vote that we hibernate.

Before I open up Patreon, I want to have some work banked up and ready to go. Part of the benefits will be voting on what you want to read, but I need to have some basis to go off of for that and content to put out in between. I'll post some teasers and samples so you can see if the extras I have in store will tickle your fancy. I have a running list of both SFW and NSFW extras I'd like to write. Someone asked me earlier to spill (leak) some of my tea on these, so I will happily share a few things I have cooking in my noggin.

Regular (mild) Extras: * A series of stories about being "snowed in" with each of the ROs and how they spend the day with MC. * Each RO will get character-specific stories, featuring cute and romantic moments for things like Zahn's birthday or baking cakes with Oswin.

Spicy Extras: * A series of tales that are erotic dreams that the MC has while traveling with the group. Anything can happen here. * Each RO will have stories featuring spicy content relative to their character's desires. For example, in the first month of Patreon, Oswin will be featured in the spicy tier. The story is titled, "Honey," and is interactive. You can use your imagination. (shout out to the anon who already read my mind and called me on this, lol)

**Addendum** I remember what else I was going to include here so I'm editing. I have some corrections (typos and grammar and such) and a patch for Zahn's moment in Chapter 5 to put through but I cannot get the itch "Butler" application to work on my laptop still. I can't patch without breaking saves all over again. I am trying to find another computer I can do this on so I don't break saves just for a patch.

I think those were the main bits I wanted to touch on (hell if I actually remember, lol). I am recovering from my weird week and am happy it's the weekend. My new kitties are doing fabulous as well. They are very cute and keep me on my toes. Oh, and Arlo knows how to open doors, so there's that. Miles, who was very shy at first, has become a sweet little socialite too.

Arlo just looks grumpy, but he is an absolute ham.

Miles likes to lay with his feets dangling.

[puckinghischier]

Gameday!Nico Headcanons

just some more noggin thoughts while watching the game tonight 🤭

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- gameday!nico who always asks for you to make him chocolate chip pancakes after morning skate because he claims it makes him fall asleep easier for his post-practice nap, but you think it’s really just because he wants an excuse to spend a bit more time with you before games and he knows they’re your favorite

- gameday!nico who always asks you to pick out his suit for arrival for him because he knows you’ll save every picture that’s posted of him, and also share them to your various social media stories, so he wants to look good in them for you

- gameday!nico who lets you come up with his celly each night, no matter how silly, because he knows you love posting his goals on your story and coming up with names for his various cellys throughout the season

- gameday!nico who forces the team to always act surprised when you show up to the arena with coffees and bakery treats for everyone after morning skate, even though you do it at least every other home game because he knows how much you love surprising people

- gameday!nico who only gets in fights when the opposing team’s players decide they want to include you in their chirps, knowing you’ll be mad at him for engaging, but he also can’t let anyone get away with thinking it’s okay to talk about his girl in any way that isn’t explicitly positive

- gameday!nico who calls you in-between warm ups and puck drop every game, even if you’re in the arena with him, because he needs to hear you say your usual “good luck, neeks. i’ll be cheering the loudest, you just gotta listen for me” or he won’t be able to play without thinking about how he didn’t get to hear your voice before hitting the ice

- gameday!nico who lets you write little messages on his stick before games so if he’s feeling discouraged during a game he can just look down and know that you’re proud of him no matter what, giving him a second wind to finish the game with everything he’s got

- gameday!nico who loves nothing more than walking out of the locker rooms at the end of the night, win or lose, to you standing there waiting on him with a big smile on your face, wrapping him in a hug and whispering in his ear how proud you are of him

- gameday!nico who looks forward to warm-ups every home game because he can’t wait to see what sign you bring that night. whether it’s a cheesy pick up line, a knock-knock joke, or simply an ‘i love you’, he loves to see what you’ve come up with.

- gameday!nico who loves to chuck a few pucks over the glass where you’re standing so you can hand them out to the fans that weren’t early enough to snag a spot on the glass for warm-ups

- gameday!nico who doubles over in laughter on the ice when he sees you on the big screen, flashing the silly etsy t-shirt you’re wearing with his face plastered all over it to everyone in the rock

- gameday!nico who comes home after any game you couldn’t attend and asks you, like an excited little kid, if you saw his goals and all the great plays he made that night. when you tell him yes he launches into a complete retelling of the game while you lay with him and gently stroke your fingers through his still wet hair, both of you wondering how you got so lucky to be able to come home to one another every night

[mapofsouthdakota]

Hello!! I am literally eating up the Bear AU!! The tension and drama with all the little moments and interactions in the kitchen is so beautifully done! You are amazing at writing! Also as a Caleb girlie and because I think you portray him really well, I wonder what you think Caleb (from the game not in an AU) would he do if MC is harassed by girls (because usually people write guys and he can just step in, but I wonder if he goes about a more subtle manipulation?) OR what’s the interaction when there’s two Caleb’s (for example, X02 and the colonel) A Drabble or just your thoughts, I’m curious! The Caleb brain rot is so strong 😅

Hiii!

Aaa you have no idea how grateful I am for your support! I hope you keep enjoying this little AU of mine. If you ever have thoughts, questions, or suggestions, please feel free to drop them in! And if you’re just here for the ride, I’ll be in awe for simply consuming my creativity while it goes absolutely bonkers. Thank you, dear reader—and thank you for vibing with my take on Caleb.

(Naturally, he’s not affected by any chip in the AU, which tones down the obsession a little… but that just brings us back to in-game Caleb: our favorite obsessive menace. Smug yet kind. Kind but cruel. Etc. etc. A walking contradiction in a very hot body lol.)

Sooo… About your request… lemme see what I can whip up from this chaotic little noggin. And when you say harassed—we’re talking actual harassment, right? Not just top-tier bullying? Just checking! Let me know if you’d prefer a slightly less felony-adjacent vibe, heeh!

You better believe I came back from a hike with my dog and immediately spent hours typing out these two scenes like a woman possessed. I’m kinda pleased with the outcome. Like, did I black out? Maybe… we’re not questioning it.

(I went with post- and pre-chip Caleb for now because I’m still not totally comfortable headcanoning his myth. But! I might circle back after my fifth reread of it, lol. Would you be a dear and remind me if you still have an itch later on?)

So here you go—750ish words of pure Caleb brainrot. Featuring: you (/MC) getting harassed by women and Caleb handling it. Enjoy. We’re in this rot together, lol.

Maps 🫶🏻

🧡 Caleb

Pre-chip frat boiii

It starts the day he walks in on them laughing a little too hard at your discomfort. The way one girl grabs your hand and won’t let go. The way they say your name—like it’s theirs to use.

Flight jacket slung over one shoulder, hair still messy from drills, eyes locking onto you instantly. And then—them. He doesn’t call them out.

He smiles.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask—are you all friends?”

They nod. Eager. Too eager.

“Great. You should come by for dinner. I cook.”

He flashes that perfect Caleb grin.

“Our place. Tonight.”

You don’t find out until you walk in and smell something incredible on the stove—your favorite. He’s already set the table, laid out drinks, even lit a candle like this is some warm domestic moment and not a low-burn ambush.

They arrive giggling, dressed up, thinking they’ve been invited in. And Caleb?

He’s the perfect host. He serves them personally. Smiles. Asks about classes. Keeps his hand casually resting on your thigh under the table—protective, firm, constant.

Then halfway through dinner, he leans forward.

Still smiling.

“You know…” His voice is low, almost casual. “It’s really nice to see her smile. She doesn’t do it around people who make her uncomfortable.”

One girl stiffens. Another shifts in her seat.

Caleb takes a sip of water. Doesn’t break eye contact.

“I don’t like people who corner her in the lounge. Or touch her arm when she clearly steps away. Or spread stories just to see if they can get a rise out of her.”

He sets the glass down. The smile never fades.

“But I figured it’d be kinder to make that clear over dinner. In her home. Our home.”

A pause.

“So next time you think about getting bold, remember whose name is on the mailbox.”

Silence.

And then—he turns to you. Gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Want dessert, Pip-squeak?”

Post-chip delulu booiiii

You didn’t expect them to be so bold.

Female hunters on your squad—older, confident, entitled. Their flirtation started subtle. Became invasive. Comments, touches, threats wrapped in jokes. And you?

You handled it. Until they followed you into the locker room.

The next morning, you’re pulled aside by your squad leader.

The women?

Officially? Both were transferred—different posts, different sectors.

Unofficially? No one’s seen them since.

You only hear about it in whispers—the kind of whispers that go silent when you walk into the room.

You call him during your break—barely restraining your frustration, thumb jabbing your phone harder than necessary.

It rings once.

Caleb’s face appears on the screen instantly, lit by the glow of his office. There’s static in the background, low comms chatter, but none of it touches his expression.

He smiles. Wide. Warm… Pleased.

“Heey, Pip-squeak.” His voice is like sunlight through glass. “Didn’t expect a call. You miss me already?”

You don’t even have a chance to answer. Because he keeps going, smooth and soft.

“You look beautiful. Something wrong?”

And just like that, you remember—this isn’t the boy who used to walk you home after class. This is the man who already handled it. The man who smiles when you’re upset… because he knows it’s taken care of.

You lift one hand to your temple, rubbing slow circles as you stare at his face on the screen—framed in clean lighting, collar sharp, smile easy. Too easy.

“Caleb,” you say slowly, watching his expression. “Two of the women on my squad got reassigned this morning.”

You pause. Let it hang.

“The same two who’ve been… bothering me.”

His smile doesn’t change.

If anything, it softens—like he’s relieved you noticed.

He doesn’t blink.

“Did they touch you?”

You freeze. You didn’t expect that. Didn’t expect the change in his tone—still calm, but stripped of pretense.

You hesitate.

And he sees it.

That’s enough.

His jaw shifts just slightly. The smile lingers, but now it’s… sharp-edged.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with things like that.” His voice is gentle. Dangerous.

“Not while I’m breathing.”

He leans forward slightly, fingers ghosting over the screen like he wants to reach through it.

“I handled it.” A beat. “You don’t have to think about them again.”

You ask him how he did it. What he did.

And Caleb smiles—slow.

“Let’s just say I made sure they won’t forget who you belong to.”

No filter.

Just you.

And the absolutely lethal devotion of a man who refuses to lose you.

Then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his voice softens again.

“Anyway. You want me to make dinner when I’m off?”

A pause. Thoughtful.

“I’ve still got that braised chicken I vacuum-sealed. Could warm it up for you.”

Like he didn’t just erase someone for touching you.

Like you’re the only thing he’s hungry for.

——————————————————————————

Writer’s note: This song is so Caleb-coded it physically hurts. I have a tiny headcanon marinating where he sings this to you—yes, sings. And the request I just got from you? It completely reactivated the memory. Someone please stop me from posting it because now the delusion is back and thriving. Believe you me, I nearly fell out of my chair when I realized it’s actually canon that he plays the ukulele. Like? Why would they do that to me specifically??? Ok sorry for rambling I’ll shut up now. Please give it a listen and tell me I’m wrong

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

I love the fish and chip shop engagement story, I dunno where your brain comes up with these ideas but your noggin is incredible!

The fish and chip proposal is actually canon (from the cursed website, years ago) so I can't even take credit for it.

[shares-a-vest]

"One piping hot cocoa," Wayne announces, setting an Indy 500 mug in front of Eddie, "Extra cocoa."

The boy is sitting at the kitchen island, drawing and taking up what little space is left on the countertop with his tools. He's been sitting there for a good hour now, working on some of his fantasy drawings.

Wayne wants to tell him the dragon he is working on is getting pretty good - quite realistic compared to the wibbly line work he'd started with when he first came to live with him two years back. But he doesn't say anything, just stirring his coffee a moment longer than necessary.

Eddie places his free hand around the mug handle and Wayne stills, hoping the boy will at least stop to take a sip and save himself from a spillage.

"Thanks, Dad," Eddie mumbles, moving the mug a little too close to the paper's edge.

They both pause.

Eddie mid-pencil stroke, Wayne mid-sip.

The boy sets the pencil down and grumbles at the purple streak now painted clean across the dragon, ruining its brilliant sunset-like shades of red, orange and yellow. Wayne tilts his head. He thinks his nephew might have intended to colour the eyes purple.

He also suspects his heart might have just skipped a beat – even if he isn't too sure how he feels about the cause of the awkward silence they have fallen right into.

And their silence is never awkward. Just calm. Peaceful.

Wayne had always been that way anyway, but he'd made an effort when Eddie showed up two years ago, with a duffle bag of clothes, an armful of his favourite books and a beat-up old acoustic.

He wanted to give Eddie time, too. Let him be himself. Guide him without being too militant. Though, considering Eddie's boisterous age (the boy is now twelve – where in the world does the time go?), sometimes that's easier said than done.

But a purple streak ruining a sunset-coloured dragon seems a heck of a lot different.

"I... didn't..." Eddie stutters, scrunching the corner of his drawing in a fist, "I didn't mean that."

The kid scratches his head, brows wobbling and lip quivering as he runs his fingers over the hair, likely remembering he has no curls to twist worried fingers around just now.

Wayne braces a hand on the countertop, willing himself not to curse to the heavens over his own stupidity. A couple of months back, he'd made the downright asinine decision to allow his brother Al to take Eddie on a fishing trip. He was perfectly within his rights as the kid's father to do so.

Well, at least at the time, he was.

But Al rolling back into town with a suspiciously shiny car and Eddie sporting a buzzcut with disappointment in his eyes was the final straw.

He picks at the chipped Cubs logo on his own mug, mulling over the best place to start with this one. But Eddie slips off his stool and books it down the hall, firmly making the decision for him.

He sighs and slides the drawing closer. Turns out Eddie was working on adding details to the dragon's scales with the purple pencil.

Wayne gives it a full few minutes before he heads down to Eddie's room.

He opens the door to find his nephew lying flat on his back with his hood over his face and the drawstring pulled so tight that it only leaves room for a small breathing hole.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he moves to sit by the edge of the bed. Eddie pointedly folds his arms.

"What's going on in that noggin, kid?" he asks, leaning towards the hooded form, "If it hasn't been swallowed up into a fabric void, that is..."

Eddie stills for a moment before puffing out a laboured breath.

"I didn't mean it," he says after a long silence, "Freudian Slip."

"Eddie, you know I haven’t the foggiest what that one means."

Even though Eddie reads a lot of books, Wayne still doesn't know how his nephew comes up with half the stuff he says. Eddie groans and paws away at the tight drawstring. He starts to really struggle with it so Wayne reaches over to help.

"There you are," he says, smiling once he gets the thing untangled and open.

"It doesn't matter," Eddie gripes, waving a dismissive hand before letting it fall back against his chest.

Wayne looks around. Eddie must have tidied his room yesterday judging by the empty laundry basket – even if he didn't place the thing back in the hallway.

He's a good kid.

Wayne pinches his nose, hoping that the prickling sensation at the corners of his eyes will go. He looks down and instead focuses on his striped socks, a pair Eddie gifted him last Christmas that he saves for Sunday afternoons.

"You can call me 'dad' if you want," he finally offers.

"I don't," Eddie bites back.

The first feeling out in the kitchen might have been a hearty thud of his rusty old heartstrings, but this one stings. Wayne nods a little more curtly than he'd hoped.

Eddie huffs and scrubs a hand over his face.

"I don't mean... gah!" he babbles incoherently for a moment like he does when he is frustrated beyond words and trying to mind his manners, "All I mean is, the guy I call 'dad' – or I'm supposed to – sucks. So – to me – the word doesn't mean all that much. And you aren't like him at all. Which is why I didn't mean it."

"I understand," Wayne nods.

He looks up to find his nephew teary-eyed. Eddie used to wail away as a toddler, running around with all his big feelings. But over the last few years, with everything that happened with his parents and now living here, Eddie has struggled to express himself beyond frustration and acid-tongued anger.

Though, as he wipes his eyes, that might be changing. Just a little.

"Any plans for this afternoon?" he wonders aloud, patting Eddie's knee and catching on a dang tear in his jeans.

Eddie shrugs, "Might go practice with the band."

"Ah yes," he smiles, "The talent show."

"We are going into battle," Eddie clarifies, enunciating every syllable with the faintest smile.

"And I expect an invitation to come see your performance, regardless of what that flyer over there calls the thing."

He points to the school's Talent Show flyer Eddie has had pinned to his bedroom wall since the start of the school year.

"Sure thing, Old Man," Eddie says.

"Hey now," Wayne chuckles, "I'm going to draw the line with some other choice terms of endearment, y'know?"

Eddie scrambles to the edge of the bed, a cheeky grin stretching across his face.

"Maybe we should discuss this further over some cold cocoa."

[comradecowplant]

*** weewoo weewoo, Severance rant incoming, avoid or gather 'round depending on your preference, weewoo weewoo***

oofda Severance went from what's gotta be the best episode in the series-- visually, emotionally, character drive, general plot development, etc.-- to probably the weakest. Dgmw, I absolutely adore Patricia Arquette's performance as this sad off-putting woman and was eager for a Cobel check-in, but back-to-back bottleneck episodes leading up the finale was a TERRIBLE pacing choice, just completely missing the mark in a season that has already been plagued with pacing issues-- I'm lookin' at you, beloved by many but meh to me bc I have never been a melly shipper & thought it was a frustrating cut-away from the previous episode's dramatic final moment, Woe's Hollow-- & did not really provide much new information/plot momentum to make up for it-- yeah yeah Cobel lifelong Kier cultist, child labor & mommy issues, groomed & exploited scientific prowess, Lumon ruining anachronistic ether-huffing towns economically & spiritually; didn't really dig deeper or meaningfully build on anything we already know of in a away that needed to be a full break-away episode for, imo. Coulda & shoulda been the b-plot to a Milchick's continued spirit breaking/background to Ms. Huang (which would have very much thematically tied together to each!) -focused episode. And considering how short the episode is compared to the rest, I kind of suspect it might have began production that way but it was changed for some reason further along, but that's purely vibes based speculation.

These pacing issues paired with the knowledge that there are only nine episodes a season in this silly era of television, I am increasingly nervous about the finale, particularly considering ms dipshit mama bear super sibling withOUT a background in neuroscience who thinks she knows better than the scientist who was already digging around inside his noggin Devon followed through and reached Cobel 🤦‍♂️ like, clearly there are cracks in Cobel's Kier worship/Lumon militancy-- I think she has an ego that 1) cannot forgive how tossed away she was, especially with the newest detail of her being the overlooked inventor of the severance technology, & 2) despite the indoctrination, she has enough self-preservation to bridge the cognitive dissonance that rationalizes Lumon's abuses now that it's HER that might get locked away in the mind wipe torture basement-- but you're watching a different show in a different universe if you think we've gotten any evidence to strongly indicate that she is actually trustworthy. As the inventor of the chip she could be the perfect person to help Mark with the final reintegration steps... or, as I suspect will be more along the lines of what will happen, she could activate any of the other "modes" that have so far been only eluded to/cause further brain damage/betray mark & ragbhari to leverage herself into a better position with lumon/whatever will benefit her in her quest for... well, besides survival & credit for her invention, I really can't say for sure what her motivations currently are, but legitimate compassion & concern for Mark/the innies certainly are not among them.

Idk, just overall I think this season has put its hands in too many plot pies, especially now that the other outies have been given more character development time, a choice I've liked overall but that has not been 😏 integrated 😏 well with the rest of the story, largely because (forgive my repeating myself) of the pacing/9 episode limit-- we've gotten the central Mark reintegration plot, then we have melly romance b-plot, dylan emotional affair with his own wife c-plot, outie irv + his relationship to the testing floor & whatever the fuck is going on with burt/his husband d & e-plot, milchick being racially micro-aggressed f-plot, ms huang & the spectre of child labor g-plot, nasty lady helena eagan & her sinister side swept blunt bang h-plot, whatever cobel's deal is i-plot, the general overarching What Evil Mysterious Schemes is Lumon Up To j to whatever plot, and finally, the most pressing plot point to me that has been frustratingly shelved until episode 7, What's Happening to Gemma plot. I don't expect nor want wrapped packages with bows, but satisfying narratives involve give and take, and I simply don't have much confidence in the real estate provided by the 49 remaining minutes of the season that we'll get much of anywhere (except mad over what bad things are likely about to happen to Gemma, that is one thing I have begrudging confidence in 😔)

[eueclid]

good morning guys, i worked on a new aesthetic last night in order to freshen stuff up around here <3 im gonna try to chip away at my drafts on all my blogs and get the ol noggin going in terms of my new oc and the other new charas i'll be adding here eventually. enjoy your friday!!!!

[ahappydnp]

okay i'm gonna make seperate posts for the highlights but here are my raw thoughts from my notes app as i watched

dnp 10/19/15

“hello everybody welcome to the show hello everybody welcome to the show” nostalgicccc wahhhh

all these 2015 younow top fans feel like distant relatives at a family reunion 

this is their one day off between shows and they’re doing a liveshow (2015 work schedules at it again but also those younow contracts really made them go live ANYWHERE)

them talking about what they do during their shows and they’ve retired the drawing game and guess the crime rip

if this were current times phil would have just drank out of dan’s bottle without a second thought but i still love that he snatched it so naturally asdsafsgjk

dan asks them how they’re feeling and phil is “interested” in the words

“imagine being ecstatic right now” PHIL ILYSM

“happy 6 year friendaversary” and 6 years of dinof (phil remembered but not dan). they reallyyyy moved past that to focus on dinof lmao

they’re anti spoiler policy and don’t want to talk about it all the time (which is so interesting because you can tell they’ve kept that thinking except promo is important these days, especially for dan during WAD some promo would have massively helped)

dan split his pants and phil bonked his noggin on stage (it’s still them <33) phil has a steel head 😭

phil wants to put a camera in a penny and just see where it goes (he’s so beautiful i love him dearly). do you think you’ve ever used a coin benedict cumberbatch 😭

DAN DO YOU KNOW WHAT YAOI IS

love phil just taking over the liveshow and telling dan they’re going to try and think of a better name when dan just wanted to move past it

pretty odd opinions (phil singing nine in the afternoon changed my brain chemistry jfc)

A level geography + phan 4eva

dan got an A in case you forgot

WAIT WAIT WAIT for the us tour (dnp doing everything themselves is still insane)

“i’m guessing one of you as probably uploaded the video of this already and thank you for doing a service” dan used to be Such an advocate for fan reuploads for accessibility and i genuinely love him for it 

phil likes being remembered :3 the 1975 remembers them 

they like touring <33 try new things!!!!!!!!! “five people die” and you don’t wanna know who adsfdgsfgkj phil stopped the whole bus for a fish and chip shops HE’S SO VALID ILYSM KING 

a fun fact about them seeing derren brown in 2012 is they accidentally left their tickets at home and then had to go all the way back in a taxi to go get them 

OMGGGG DANS NOSE TOUCHED HIS SLEEVE!!!1!

martyn shoutout (remember when IRL was good 😭)

dan coughing in his face is sooooo current dan like that is dan on the gaming channel in 2024 

your enemies didn’t get a good morning (funniest man alive)

bbc breakfast show is like a plain yogurt but nana watches it. the infamous squirrel bite story <33333 phiw

GET OVER IT HE ENJOYS A THEMED DRINK GET OVER IT

dans loubs are on akinator (the time on the internet when you quite literally could not escape dnp was so special)

miss dan’s tv show rants soooo bad waahhhhh pls come back and yell about shit 😭

THE BEST MOMENT IN ANY LIVESHOW EVER phiiiillll 

dan’s face talking about the 3D movies…i fear i love him too much :((( let him watch the movie

them writing that dan’s chair is hiding a huge secret….

genuinely it’s so so incredible how much they loved the book and how much care and effort they put into something they could have very easily just slapped their name on 

dan thinks an apocalypse is going to happen..he was pregnant with WAD here

my favorite thing is the MINUTE they hit that hour mark phil gets “”hungry””” without fail like yes kings get that minimum and dip <33

[immoderate-einnom]

Some Personal Thoughts.

Ello folks, ignore me if you so fancy to-do so! I'm just getting some thoughts out of my little noggin! so tally ho and let me be on with it!

... I'll drop the accent for a moment

I don't really remember who I am, at least, who I was before I discovered blue balls, ahem I mean...

Heavy Sigh.

Monnie... I mean Monnie.

I really don't even remember when I first woke up, the only thing I know for sure, is well, the obvious being. I wasn't always bright red, I wasn't always sentient, I didn't always have my robotic suit.

I think at one point even, I was a regular old giant Flemish Rabbit! Or maybe that's what I tricked myself into thinking.

I genuinely don't have a full grasp of myself, what my original name even was, or why I became like this, why I even just hate Monnie, why I chose to become basically just his exact opposite in every way.

It really makes you think?

Though does that mean I'm unhappy? Does that mean I don't even like this?... I don't know, bit of a loaded question ain't it mates and dates?

Even thru all my confusion, and these thoughts going thru my mind as of late. I do think becoming Einnom has been the best choice, I've ever made in my entire life!

And I don't think I'll ever change that, at least not that I think so!

My gender though? Now that is something I have been thinking about.

I don't think He/Him alone fits me? That just dosen't feel COMPLTELY 100% correct, I mean when I hear it used for me, I'll always get it.

However I also think... Perhaps They/Them and It/It's fit me too? If that makes sense?

I don't know, I'm still just a simple bunny learning! And I hope that's okay! For now, I haven't properly decided, right now it's just questioning, nothing permeant.

Anywho, thank you for listening.

Now... ahem ahem...

Good Day Chaps! and stay safe! chip chip cheerio!

[beanibon]

Helloo, i really like your writing and how you write characters. I was wondering if you could do a wolfwood x flirty, vulgar gn-reader. They are silly and carefree but have vulgar humor and love teasing and taunting

We love reader that can just match WWs energy, maybe even fluster the guy.

TW: not many just some vulgar language, maybe an ass slap or two.

Nicholas had really bitten more than he could chew. You were wild, had mouth that rivalled a sailors, and wouldn't stop directing lewd comments towards him. Not that he minded, but if he pushed too far, you'd always have him choking on his words, unable to fire something cocky back.

You had him beat, and how Nicholas loved you for that.

"Sorry daddy, I've been bad?" Nicholas groaned, fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. He knew this was on purpose, that you were just trying to get a reaction.

"{Name}, you've come to me for repentance, at least that's what I assumed when you said to me 'I need to ask for forgiveness'." You had the biggest grin on your face, attempting yet failing to contain your laughter. Once again Nicholas fell for your immature behaviour, lifting the Punisher over his shoulder and walking off.

That damn smile drove him mad, you'd always have it plastered to your face the moment he fell for something you said. And by God himself, it was addictive.

"Oh C'mon Wolfwood! You have to admit it was a little funny!" You followed him, engraving that expression forever in your mind.

"The kind of funny like when you asked if what I had been carrying was heavy, only to proceed to use your hands as a 'bra'?" Laughter echoed throughout the empty desert, forgetting that you'd done that

"I heard bigger chests can lead to back pain, you need proper support for those bad boys." God he needed a cold glass of whiskey.

He was going to suffer for another few gruelling days, the next town still quite a distance away. Nicholas adored you, he truly did, but your form of entertainment was nothing short of torturous.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's Vash I see in the distance."

Instantly Nicholas looked up, only to be met with nothing. He fell for it yet again...

"Nope, looks like that's just a funny shaped rock, looks like imma need a pair of glasses and that kiss." You said shamelessly, awaiting your award when Nicholas sighed in frustration.

"{Name}, I love you, but please can you stop trying to give me a heart attack." The last thing he needs right now is that Needle Noggin showing up, the stress was already unbearable.

You didn't answer, verbally, your hand swung forward to slap Nicholas right on the ass. His body jolted, stumbling as his face lit up furious red.

"Oops," Came your unapologetic, flirtatiously teasing voice, eyes batting in mock innocence. "Sorry Wolfwood, there was mosquito."

Two more days.

Two days until he reached the next town. He could do it, that drink will be waiting for him and perhaps you'd finally calm in your constant teasings, return to that sweet individual you'd been for days.

Nicholas rubbed his face, praying for his mind to stay focused, only to see that same innocent face staring at his hunched over form. Your head tilted so innocently, smiling as you jumped up and placed a quick kiss to his lips, turning on your heels to walk ahead.

You'd be the death of him, showering him in teasing affections, a myriad of vulgar flirtatious comments shot at him. He swore your favourite pass time was embarrassing him, chipping away at his overconfidence.

He loved and hated you for it.

[delopsia]

del 🌼🍰🩷🌷💓 (i’ll let you decide if you’d like to include why or any headcanon-y tidbits that pop into your lovely noggin) 💐 but if you had to assign one for each man (hawthorn au rhett & robby)…

hotdog / hamburger 

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast)

onion rings / french fries

milkshake / soda float 

autumn / spring

cake / pie

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat (cowboy or ballcap)

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat

cats / dogs

most likely to text / most likely to call

(in the event of needing only one vehicle) who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun

big spoon / little spoon

Omg hello 🌷🍓💕

hotdog / hamburger Bobby is absolutely a hotdog kind of guy; he's the primary reason they appear at every Dagger Cookout. He can find Hamburgers near every fast food chain, so when he gets the chance, he'll absolutely go for a hotdog, but that's only if they're pan-fried or off the grill. They've gotta be a little bit charred.

Rhett loves to give him trouble for the amount of toppings he'll put on them, too. It's a remnant from when he was in college; his momma got him one of those indoor grills, and the only thing he could really afford to grill was hotdogs. At some point, he got bored of the flavor and learned to experiment 🌭

Rhett is the hamburger guy; it's just something he's learned to appreciate after a lifetime of raising beef cattle. He's pretty damn good at finding the good stuff, too, and fortunately enough, he's decently handy at operating a grill. It's the one thing he can cook, and he's damn proud of it.

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast) Rhett's heavily on the side of waffles; he likes that they're crispier than pancakes. Sometimes, he'll add chocolate chips or eat 'em plain without syrup; it depends on what he's craving.

Bob though? Die-hard french toast lover. Especially when he can add berries to them. Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, together or individually. He'll even add some banana every now and then. Momma Floyd used to make them every Saturday morning, and they never fail to take him right back to his childhood.

Until Rhett drives by and steals a bite, at least.

onion rings / french fries A part of me likes to reckon that Rhett was the french fry lover until Bob finally convinced him to give them a second try. Come to find out, not every onion ring tastes like the vile ones he got from that Wabang gas station. Now you've got to beat him back with a broom to keep him from stealing one or three.

milkshake / soda float  Bobby adores his milkshakes, especially if there's a cherry involved 🤍 but he's been known to lean over and steal some of Rhett's beloved rootbeer float every now and again.

autumn / spring Rhett's an autumn soul. It's the prime season of his favorite sport, that time of year when his flannel and jeans aren't too hot or too cold. He's been known to come in with a leaf clinging to the brim of his hat as well 🍁

Bobby is spring. His allergies absolutely hate the season to its core, but he loves to venture out and see all the new flowers. You've gotta be careful with him because he'll go out and buy a bunch of flowers to plant in the garden, and he'll be sick before he's even got them out of the truck 🌷

cake / pie Pie and cake is a funny thing in this house. Rhett adores ice cream cake, but if it's not that, then he'll tell you that he likes pie (it's because Bobby makes them). Robby enjoys both, but he leans toward fruit-flavored pies. Now if you pull out a cake with fruit in/on it...

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat. Rhett has to be pried out of his hat; it's a little bit ridiculous. He's so used to needing one around the ranch that he just? Doesn't? Know how to act without one? He feels naked if he steps outside without one. And then there are the days when he's so tired that he walks into the house and forgets to take it off...

Bob isn't a fan of wearing them because they tend to mess up his hair, but sometimes Rhett will notice him squinting in the sunlight and offers up a spare. However, he isn't above stealing Rhett's cowboy hat in the privacy of their own home. Sometimes, Rhett will be sitting on the couch, and he'll see his own hat pass by in the corner of his eye.

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat Fruit and Bobby go together way too well; if the name mentions fruit, then he's more than likely gonna reach for it. Rhett? Cannot be separated from chocolate. Cheap, expensive, obscure, it doesn't matter. Their tastes collide for chocolate covered fruits 🍓

cats / dogs Cats are universally loved, but Bob is the true cat guy. He can walk into a room, and every cat in the vicinity will wind up in his lap. Likewise, Rhett can take a nap in the barn and more often than not, wakes up to a barn kitty on his chest. But he's truly a dog person; he's found half a dozen strays and converted them to ranch puppies.

most likely to text / most likely to call Bob is the texter. He's not all that great at filling the silence during phone calls. He just can't think of anything to say, you know? Unfortunately for him, Rhett has big thumbs and sometimes struggles to type on that tiny little screen, so he just calls without warning.

who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun Rhett loves to be the driver, given that he's in a semi-rural area/not in a city. The winding roads unravel all the worries that have collected up in his head. Robby loves riding shotgun; getting to lay back and gaze out the window is one of his favorite parts of being in the truck. There are so many things you don't notice when you're doing the driving! But he will get motion-sick if you put him in the backseat, so his riding options are somewhat limited.

big spoon / little spoon Big spoon Bobby! It's his favorite thing. He doesn't get to feel "big" a lot in his life, he's never been noticeably muscular or had a presence that fills the room before he enters. In fact, he didn't experience it a whole lot until Rhett and Reader wandered into his life.

He's obsessed with the feeling it gives him, like a pillar in the wind, warding off anything that could ever hurt whoever is snuggled into his arms. Rhett, in particular, triggers a sort of protectiveness Bob didn't realize he had. This massive, tough-as-nails cowboy trusts him this much? Ugh.

Likewise, Rhett adores being able to exchange his strength for vulnerability. It's nice to feel protected, especially when he's spent so much of his life being the protector. He's funny when he gets to fall into that role because he loves to snuggle his head over Bob/Reader's chin. He can and will fall asleep like that. Rough and tumble cowboy by day and oversized cuddle bug by night?