#Thing Bin Weevils

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[pu-ryao]

Clott and Tink snow-fighting on Mulch Island ::^)

[misterradio]

thing precursor ::^)

[pab from this video]

[luveline]

idk if this is interesting enough for a prompt, but stripper! reader (w/ either aaron or spencer, your choice :) ) where they get worried because they see her with large bruise on her side but really she just got it from a hard fall practicing a pole trick lol

ty for requesting! I thought it was more than interesting my love, 1.1k

cw past implied domestic/workplace violence

"Can I make a cup of tea or something?" 

Spencer lifts his chin before his gaze, hanging onto the line he's reading until he's finished somewhere manageable. Finally looking up, he says, "Sorry, what?" 

"Can I make some tea? Do you have anything like that? Or coffee?" you ask. 

He almost slips standing up. "I'll make you tea." 

"No, I can make it, you're reading. I just wanted to ask before I went rooting through your stuff." 

Spencer's smile is shiny, pretty, all manner of things. It says Don't be silly. "You don't have to ask, help yourself." He nudges you in your bad side. "Of course you can have tea. I'll make it." 

You wince at his contact but follow him into the kitchen without complaining. You're sick of your own narrative —yes, you're a stripper, yes, it's hard work, and you know these things but you're tired of having it be the constant identifier of your life. You really wish work stayed at work, but the half metre contusion spread up your ribs like a formidable stain won't go away. You want something warm to wash down a few painkillers and hopefully you'll fall asleep on his couch. Spencer doesn't make you go home when it gets late and you hate asking him if you can stay. Easier to knock out on his couch and have him throw a blanket over you. 

His mind must have drifted to the same place. "Did you wanna stay the night? It's getting kind of late." He opens the kitchen cabinet above the toaster oven for two mugs, and the cabinet below the sink for his stove top kettle. He peeks at you from over his shoulder when you fail to answer. "Or I can drive you home?" 

"I'll stay. Better chance of survival." 

He does that adorable nose-wrinkled frown. "I'm not a bad driver." 

"Do you have any of my cookies left?" 

You wouldn't usually ask, but you paid for them last time you came over, so you figure it's okay. 

"Sure, they're in the cabinet by the bread bin," he says, moving to the sink to fill the kettle with tap water. His face flicks between you and the task at hand. 

You open the cabinet above the bread bin, double doors creaking on their hinges. Your cookies are in a tupperware container on the very top shelf at the back. He'd probably tell you something about mould or weevils if you asked why they're up out of reach, but you're more focused on getting a sweet treat than anything. You'll ask later. You can listen to him talking until you fall asleep. 

"What is that?" 

"What's what?" you ask, though any further questioning is interrupted by your yelp, a cold hand touching your naked stomach as you set back down on your heels. 

"What happened?" Spencer asks, your shirt held by his pinky finger as his thumb moves over the bruise. It's like he's hoping it's make up to be rubbed away, and he's horrified when it stays undisturbed by his gentle touch. "Who did this? I swear, I'll–" 

"Your hands are cold," you interrupt, taking his hand in yours, peeling it off of your stomach. "And it's kind of tender, Spence." 

"What happened?" 

His tone leaves no room for jogging around. You're not reluctant to tell him for whatever reason he might assume… You and Spencer used to live very close to one another, and you'd see him at the local grocery store, a small place, without saying much. He'd smile at you. Occasionally say hi. Until one day your eye was swollen shut from the force of a cruel hand and he asked if there was anything he could do. So Spencer knows intimately how people have managed to hurt you, and he worries because it's his nature to worry. 

You'll have to tell him what happened, even if it's embarrassing, in order to wipe the concern off of his delicate features. He's angry and scared and sorry, and he has no reason to be any of those things. 

"I– okay, I wanted to practise this twist thing that Stassia showed me," you begin, meeting his eyes with bashful reproach, "you don't have to be so worried. I was practising, or trying to, but it gets cold in the private room and I was shivering and my hands were aching, so I thought I could put on my sweatpants and try again but, you know, you need the–" 

"Friction," he interrupts, looking down at your bruise with a rather ironic smile. "You fell off of the pole?" 

"Yes, and you don't have to sound so happy about it." 

"I'm not," he says, rubbing at the sore fat of your hip apologetically. "I'm glad it wasn't, you know, what I thought it was, but– I mean– how hard did you fall?" 

"I thought I broke my ribs." 

He laughs. It's as soft as his touch. "I bet you did…" 

"Any more touching and I'll think you want to tip me." 

Spencer laughs and winces simultaneously, dropping your shirt back into place and neatening the hem "Right, sorry." He steps back half a step before stepping forward again, his arms quick to wrap around you in a sweeping but brief hug. "Thanks for telling me." 

"Super sarcastic, Dr. Reid." 

He peels away from you to light the stove unsuccessfully. Your side is throbbing at being remembered, your head with embarrassment, and that cup of tea just isn't coming quick enough. The phantom of his fingerprints linger.

You follow Spencer to the stove and push your hip into his, pushing the stove top knob in with the sparker until it catches. 

"Don't make a joke about my hands." 

"I wasn't going to," he says earnestly. The back of his knuckles touch your elbow. "You could tell me the next time you do something like that. You should. I want to know if you have a bruise the size of a watermelon." 

"If I told you every time something was wrong with me we'd always be talking about what's wrong with me," you say, though you press your cheek to his shoulder appreciatively. 

"Good," he says simply. 

"Good," you repeat, surprised. 

You stay like that until the kettle whines, your cheek on his shoulder. Oddly, it's as though you've taken a weight off.

Spencer gives you the princess treatment for the rest of the night, as though helping him make dinner or washing the dishes will stop your bruise from healing. He even pops out to the store for a tube of arnica. It's, shamefully, one of the best days of your entire year, easily making the top ten, as most days with Spencer tend to do. 

[pokefestival]

Smeargle

I love smeargle so much you guys

Any variant

Splodge

It is to do with painting and ink. It sounds like dog kinda.

Standard only

Scribbles (Bin Weevils)

The green magazine editor formerly known as Flum! The name works with the artist element but the weevil’s greenness means I could only let myself name a standard one it.

Shiny only

Blott (Bin Weevils)

I did not think I’d be getting this much mileage out of Bin Weevils.

Blott, the red magazine printer who worked alongside Scribbles. This time the name and occupation work for this reference, but her redness means she’s arbitrarily limited to shiny smeargles.

Smea Geas (Bee Gees)

It was for an au with a character who makes music references where they can and I got attached.

Stadiums Shiny only

Varrigan (MadWorld)

Varrigan City is an area in MadWorld, a hack ‘n’ slash & beat ‘em up game that’s stylised to be black and white except for the red blood. Smeargle’s Stadium shinies are greyscale with teal, orange, or purple paint depending on stats.

Red Line Highway is the final level of the area and can be used as a nod to the usual Smeargle shiny.

If I say it without making myself say things properly & in a club, it kind of sounds like how I say Van Gogh.

I love Smeargle and I love MadWorld (yes I know it’s got it’s… iffy parts, but consider: watchu want from me, really really want from me?~). That’s enough for me, ok?

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

trick or treat!!!!!!!!! Zeep zorp zeep zorp!!!!!!👽

And zeep zorp to you! Your random blorbo is Thing (Bin Weevils)!

[atherflame-theconcubus]

I know I had a terrible childhood I got yelled at for every little thing I did wrong, Bin weevils was one of the few comforts I had, while I had it.

Sneep snorp

NOO I DONT LIKE THEM NO

[pu-ryao]

Today was the Halloween party on Bin Weevils! It was my first time at a party and meeting any in-game characters, which was really cool! Some other little screenshots below...

Posh said about people missing out on codes "You snooze you loose darlings." and Fum declined to move from his spot in case he stepped on anyone.

On the topic of codes, Lab said a My Little Pony-themed code would be great. I like the idea of BW characters liking shows from real life, especially Lab liking MLP of all things...!?!? Posh said she likes Fum and he was flattered ::-]

I asked Lab what his favourite colour of potion is and he said purple. At the end, everyone wished us a happy and safe Halloween ::-)

Here are the six codes that were given out that you can redeem for money and items. They all expire in a week (next Monday):

hibernation

thewardrobe

stickycobweb

knightedskull

pumpkinpatch

carvedpumpkin

And of course there is an older code Vampire that can still be redeemed.

[misterradio]

Fortis talks about... choccy cheese 🧀🌰

This is something I heard someone mention in bin weevils, they like eating chunks of cheddar cheese dipped in nutella. someone else thought that sounded disgusting but i thought, hey that could be good. so epic thanks to @lonely-dog-song for buying the things, we have achieved, choccy cheese.

I cant tell if i like it or not? I think that i dont, but its very easy to eat, so i do. Cheese and nutella are good on their own, but together they have a random fruity taste which is pretty weird and honestly not great.

this is once again something that i think i would rather eat these foods with other things instead of together. now we have all this nutella which is a ~luxury food item~ to me, ooh la la...

edit: i definitely ate too much of this and felt queasy last night LOL but im okay now. fair warning to limit yourself or you may feel disgustang.

[amyfevernight]

so this is zing from bin weevils

in the bin weevils cartoons, zing was actually male

also the cartoon is confirmed to take place in the past judging from one of kip’s trivia which is ”When two fellow weevils fell down a waterfall, he slept through the whole thing!” because in said kip episode, this exact thing happens

my point is that zing is a transwoman and fling is her very supportive brother

same for sip, sip is also a transwoman

[a-dumbo-octopus]

Yesterday was pure insanity. This'll be a short documentation of what happened from my pov

I got in somewhat ten minutes early, but stayed in my personal room until 5 minutes remained.

I then joined a public room and it filled up quick. I was CedarRapids_Oct. Everyone was hyped for the stream to begin, ready to begin raiding other rooms. I was pumped. I joined a vc in Quackity's discord server.

The stream started. Five minutes in, everyone was getting logged out of their accounts. Me and my group were laughing our asses off at how quick it was. Was this it? Was this the end? No it wasn't

Quackity then sent us to Animal Jam, and within one second this is what I saw. No one could get in. We had destroyed the site temporarily. We now knew the full extent of our power.

We tried getting into other sites. The other ones owned by Sulake. They had the same screen. We tried MovieStarPlanet, and it failed. Chat wanted Bin Weevils, but Quackity refused. It was time to go back to the hotel, but alas...

I refreshed and was stuck on the loading screen so I decided to make some fanart while I waited. :)

We were then told to go to the community tab and fill it, and then I noticed...the button to enter the hotel was FUCKING GONE. I was dying laughing, telling other people in the vc, and we were freaking out. We broke the fucking site.

Quackity could get onto the site again, but me and many others still couldn't. So we went somewhere that could handle us...Pony Town.

I became Hillary Clinton and got in the game...

AND WE WERE EVERYWHERE.

It was insanity. No fucking way did we actually do it...and no way was my shitty chromebook actually handling it! The stream was ending and we all celebrated. We fucking won, slaughtering countless sites along the way.

That night, I made a piece of fanart. This was the best thing I've ever been a part of. I'll never forget it. Congratulations, everyone! We fucking won!

[yamithediaperdork]

Des checks in but she can’t check out (OC story staring my buddy sparkle)

Des Checks in, but she can't check out

Malcore stared at his sister in a mixture of shock and amusement, as they sat at his place having supper. It was a few days before Des's 18th birthday and since Malcore had to work the night of her birthday, he'd invited her over to his small one bedroom apartment for a few drinks and a birthday dinner. in fact they were on their 3rd glass of rye and coke when Des had told Malcore what it was she wanted for her birthday. shaking his head, he just reached over and took her drink away. "Ok, clearly I was wrong, you can't handle the good stuff and your cut off." he laughed. "malcorrrrre!" Des whined. "I'm not drunk!" "I think you are. Otherwise you wouldn't of asked me to commit you to a mental asylum for a week so you could be treated like a baby." Malcore said, sipping his own drink. "Stop being a butt head about this!I know what I want!" Des whined again and pouted. "And you told me I could have whatever I wanted! and this is what I want!" Malcore rolled his eyes, but let her have her glass back and finished off the last of his steak, thinking. "Ok Des, let's say I do decide to help you with this. first and foremost..you living with mom and dad still. I think their gonna notice you missing for a week." Malcore pointed out. "They actually won a cruise and so their gonna be gone for a whole month. they're gonna trust me to stay by myself at home...so they'll never know." Des said and smiled. "..So your rewarding their trust by...Ok ok..never mind. Secondly, How exactly am i suppose to get you locked up in the loony bin, and treated like a baby? I'm not exactly made of money you know." Malcore pointed out, gesturing to his tiny place. "Ooook sooo I found a place that does more.. temp placements and hold patients while the family gets things ready at home. it's not free but I got the money to cover for it! I've been saving up all year for this." Des said proudly, flashing her toothy grin. "..Ok, who's gonna look after Mom and dad's place while your in the nut house drooling on yourself in a strait jacket?" "A duh, YOU! You job is actually closer to their place AND they have AC and a satellite dish. all the channels you could want and you just have to mow the grass. Plus their fridge is stocked." "..I'll THINK about it, but one's thing for sure Des.." malcore said, smirking and taking a drink. "whats that?" She asked. "Either way you SHOULD be in the nut house. your bonkers." he teased.

two days after Des's birthday, Her and malcore saw they're parents off on their cruise and malcore promised to look after Des and make sure she stayed out of trouble. He still hadn't given her his answer yet but as they walked to their parents car he made her sit in the back seat 'where little babies belonged.' Pulling out of the parking lot she was a little disappointed as they started on the route back to the house. "Sooo uh.. guessing thats a no on my gift..huh?" she asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Des did you really think I'd just drive you up to the nut house and take you in like this and get you put in there for a week?" Malcore asked, looking in the rear view mirror and seeing her pout. "I..I dunno." she huffed. "Think about it Des..if you want them to believe you think your a big baby damage to yourself we have to dress you for the part first." malcore said and smirked. "Then..then you're gonna do it?!" Des squealed, and went to lunge forward to hug him and got caught by her seat belt. "Pffft, DORK! and yeah, but we're gonna have to sell it..so I hope you have some babyish outfits at home..and lots of diapers." "heh, you bet your butt I do!"

Malcore hadn't been sure what to expect when Des pulled out her little suitcase of goodies out from under her bed, but he knew it was going to be a mixture of cute and funny. and he wasn't disappointed. thick white disposables diapers, Disney print ones, and even some cloth diapers with a pair of locking plastic panties, with ruffles on the butt. aside from the diapers she had a few different t-shirts with phases on them like 'mommies widdle stinker' and 'daddies girl' and 'caution: full load'. finishing off his sisters little collection of kink, was a matching light pink baby booties and baby mittens, both of them lockable. "well I think we know what your mostly gonna be wearing to prove your helpless and a big baby." Malcore joked, nodding at all the lockable stuff. "you got a preference on which t-shirt you wear in?" he asked, then noticed a bottle of mad lax in one of the pockets. "huh, I thought they stopped making this stuff after it kept being used in so many pranks and so many kids were crapping their pants." "Oh heh, I uh, got the last bottle before it was pulled. only used it once or twice, the stuff is WAY too powerful." Des said sheepishly. "I was crapping myself with like NO control for a day and..a..half.." She trailed off as she noted the look on Malcore's face. "Noooo no no no no no!" she said, waving her hands back and forth. "oh come on, you wanna be put in a strait jacket and left to poop yourself, but some mad lax is too much for you? don't be such a baby." Malcore laughed and winked. "..See when you put it like that.." She said, giggling a little. "Andddd I dunno.. what shirt do you think will work best?" "Caution, full load for sure. now go and get a shower in and uh.. shave..you know.." Malcore said, suddenly blushing and looking uncomfortable. "Huh? why?" "Because well, do you think we'd let a big baby have big girl hair? sides it'll give you one last chance to think about whether or not you really want this." malcore said. Des blew a raspberry but marched off. "..the shit I do to make my little sister happy." the 20 year old grumbled. "I HEARD THAT!"

all squeaky clean, Des practically skipped her way back into her room, on cloud nine and eager to get dressed like the big baby she knew she was. no being a dumb stinky big girl for a whole week, with the added benefits of being helpless and she was sure there would be at least some humiliation involved too.. it was everything a total diaper dork big baby like her could hope for! coming into the room she saw Malcore had gotten the diapers all ready for her as well as the rest of her soon to be attire and as a nice little bonus, had prepped a sippy cup for the big baby ('hehehehe thats me!' she thought) to drink. "Last chance to bail and just I dunno, waddle around the house and I'll tease you." Malcore said, smirking. "..wait, that was a option?" asked asked, putting a blank look on her face. "..Uh..yeah of cou-" "Kidding! I knew that dork. it won't be the same!" Des said and burst out laughing. "..Somebody wants a spanking before her butt goes back in diapers huh?" Malcore said dryly. "Threaten ME with a good time!" "andddd my kink limit has been hit. come on doofus, get over here so big brother can get you back in your diapie wipies." Des giggled and walked over, dropping her towel and planting her butt on the thick terry cloth diaper and grinned like a fool as malcore powdered her and then pinned them nice and snug. "where's your bank card so I can pay for this whole little trip back to baby land for you?" He asked, tugging the t-shirt on her then holding out the plastic panties for her to step into. "oh, I just have it all in cash, it's in my night stand." Des said, holding onto Malcore as she stepped into the plastic pants. "And I think you mighta gone too thick with the diapers, I don't think the plastic panties are gon- URK!" Des was cut off as Malcore yanked up with the panties, lifting her up off her feet for a second and letting her weight force them over the thick cloth diapers, making them bludge and puff out, then locked them tight. He also gave her the mother of all diaper wedgies as he let her plop down onto her pampered butt. "You were saying?"  he asked. "Son of a bisket eating weevil, that HURT you butt!" she huffed. "Aww widdle baby Des can handle spanking but not a widdle wedgie?" he asked in a mocking baby tone. Des glared at him but then he reached down and tapped a finger on the end of her nose. "boop!" this, much like it had when they were 3 and 5, made her break into helpless giggles.

with the mittens and booties clicked into place, and Des using both hands to hold the sippy cup in place as she chugged, malcore lead the way out to the car, which was parked back in the garage. sure it could of been cute to make her waddle into the driveway like this but since they hadn't been able to find a skirt, let alone pants that could of covered her massive diapered ass malcore was glad he had parked inside. 'That's all we need, noisy ms.Johnson from across the street seeing Des in all her diaper dork glory.' with Des strapped into the backseat, and Malcore having all her monies in his wallet, they drove off to go and commit Des to a week of babyhood, though before they even reached the end of the block Malcore was rolling down the windows and glaring at the rear view mirror at a blushing Des. "I-I told you this stuff works quick.." She whined.

The Nurse at the front desk for oaks mental placement ward had seen a lot of things in her 3 years on the job. People who thought they were kitties, a guy who insisted her was Bill Clinton..and even one man who turned to go super sayain has his parents had dragged him in. Today she smelled the newest arrival far before she saw her, and raised a eyebrow at the sight of a young man leading in a girl dressed like a big baby, and judging from the funk in the air the blond girl was living up to the disclaimer on her t-shirt. "Malllcorrrrre, I wanna go pway wiff da other babies at da park!" the blond girl was whining. "Just hang on Des, Big brother needs to talk with the nice lady." the Brown haired man was saying, Malcore the nurse assumed. "Excuse me, who do I talk to about admitting my sister for a week?" he asked. "Whattt? nu admitting! wanna stay with ou!" the blond girl whined and started to have a full on fit, slapping at malcore and looking like a big stinky toddler. the nurse was forced to call two orderlies out, and then lead Malcore to go and talk with her boss.

Des put up the best fight she could, not that she wanted to get away, but she wanted to make sure they felt the need to restrain her as tight as possible for her stay. She also nipped at fingers and was rewarded with a big fat pacifier gag being forced in her mouth and strapped around her head. she suckled on it and fussed, till a hard swat on her squishy rear made her knees wobble, then she was dumped into a large medical crib, too high for her to climb out of even if she hadn't of been in a massive diaper that had been loaded to the brim. Getting to her knees she held onto the bar's with her mitten hands and glared at the two missing link's that were the orderlies. "Sheesh, this ones gonna be a handful, I can already tell." "no shit Sherlock. I don't care WHAT her brother says, I'm getting a strait jacket for her." the other one said, rubbing his eye where Des had scored a lucky hit. "heh, think spanking will be part of her treatment?" the first one asked, shaking his hand where Des had bitten his fingers. "because I could go for tanning her bratty backside." '..This..this might of been a mistake.' Des was realizing for the first time as she whined and backed away from the two, landing on her mushy back side and letting out a loud wet sounding fart. "Ugh! Christ! what did she eat, road killed skunk!?!"

In the head office Malcore was just finishing up the last of the paper work, it had been stupid easy to get Des signed in..it almost seemed like the guy running the place KNEW what was really going on but didn't mind as long as malcore could pay for Baby Des's stay. it had taken the better part of a hour and in that time Malcore had given over the key and given permission for them to get Des changed, in more ways then one and also given them free reign to use whatever treatments they deemed needed to keep her safe from harming herself, and even allowed corporal punishment if they felt it was warranted. One small change though from the original plan, unknown to Des though she would soon find out..was that Malcore hadn't just paid for one week like the little dork wanted. As it turned out the place hadn't cost as much as Des had assumed, and so, being the -kind- and loving big brother he was.. Malcore had signed her up for three weeks. Of course he'd be lying if he said the temptation to enjoy his parents house hadn't played a role in this, but he also figured after three weeks in baby bondage land Des would either be cured of her need for this darker side of her fetish..or hug him like crazy and thank him for making it real. he was ready to flip that coin. "Well, i think that about does it." Dr. Altez said, shaking Malcore's hand. "Would you like to see your sister before taking off to supervise the constitution of her new nursery.?" "of course, though i don't think she's gonna be very happy with me. I did after tell her we were going to the park." Malcore chuckled, getting up and leaving with the good doctor. "heh, well we all do what we must." Walking down the hallway Malcore was lead into the nursery, where a series of cribs were set up and there was a changing table. the carpeting was nice and plush and there was a animal print on the walls and from the looks of it, a toy chest just filled with nice soft toys that Des would be able to play with, if she could earn good girl time. Sitting in a crib by the back of the room however was Des who was mumbling before her paci gag. She'd been changed from her soiled padding of course, and was now in a thick wet plastic diaper and a light pink straitjacket that had her arms trapped at her sides. her booties had been replaced and -snk-, her hair had been brushed and put into pig tails. the paci gag had a cute little pink mouth guard on it and she was wearing a little bib..mostly because with all the grumbling and muffled protests she was trying to do she had a stream of drool going down her chin. rocking back and forth and clearly trying to get her arms free, Des cried out around the gag and tried to get up only to fall on her face , though the mattress of the crib was soft enough she didn't hurt herself. "would you like a moment alone with her to say bye bye?" The good doctor asked. "Yes please." malcore said. Once they were alone, Malcore walked over and leaned over the crib bars, down at Des. "Well dork, having fun yet?" malcore asked. Des glared at him and started to shake her head no. "ah ah ah, beeee honest~" Malcore scolded, wagging a finger. She stopped, then closed her eyes and nodded. "Good, I'm glad you having fun, I know this might seem a little scary at times, but I'm sure you'll get used it before your first week is up." malcore said. That got her attention and Des's eyes went wide, and she gave him a questioning look. "oh yeah, I decided since it was cheaper then we thought, to give you -THREE- weeks in baby land. I didn't think you'd mind, but on the off chance you do..well.. No one will care. I've already given consent for the paci gag to stay in save for when you're being feed, which will be bottle feeding of formula, and I've okayed them spanking you if you get out of line. I ALSO.." and malcore gave a evil little grin. "Told them how much you loooove sitting in poopie diapers..so asked that they let you sit in everyone for at least half a hour." at this Malcore reached in and patted Des's head, as she glared and shook, going red in the face and trying to yell at him. "Aww, no need to thank me, your my BABY sister after all, i just want you to be happy. and who knows, Maybe mom and dad will decide to extend their cruise and I'll pay out of my own pocket for you to stay awhile longer." Des was whimpering and whining now, shaking her head. "Des calm down, we both know you're going to enjoy the hell out of this, this is exactly what you wanted. I'm just giving it to you for longer then you wanted. I promise I'll come and visit you every couple of days." Malcore said and patted her head. Des whined and trying to pull away, but the head pats apparently felt nice and she relaxed. Maybe she relaxed a little too much as a wet bubbly fart escaped and the back of her diaper started to puff out. "heh, and that's my cue to leave. Bye bye baby des. Have fun~" Malcore coo'ed and walked away, stopping at the door. "and remember, big brother loves you~" he said with a wink, then walked out as Des did the only thing she could. and finished loading her diapies.

The end

[terrible-my-hero-academia-aus]

au where the whole plot of bnha is fake it's just an rp thing run by 10yr old izuku on roblox or bin weevils or club penguin or whatever

[vimbry]

finding though my webcore content search that bin weevils was still a thing post-2005 and actually became a 3d mmorpg. all my memories are just of this

[ellaofoakhill]

The Wild Rose, Part Two

The old gopher who owned the Green Weevil agreed to rent Meline a room for three days only after Ella—reluctantly affixing the “Lord” to her name—and Art both vouchsafed Meline’s character, and Meline signed off one fourth of everything she owned as collateral. This was much less than it had been merely four hours before, but still a considerable amount.

“Seriously, what did you do?” Ella asked as they returned to the portal. Art was coming with to help move the bulk of Meline’s possessions into storage at Oakhill. Ella didn’t miss the hitch in Art’s step at the question.

“It was all a long time ago,” Meline said, smiling, “and I am not the fairy I was in those days.”

“What fairy were you in those days?”

Art snorted. Meline’s foot slipped and connected with his calf, but she otherwise ignored him. “The kind that wore glass knuckles and studded deep-black.” She laughed at Ella’s expression. “As I said, I’m not that fairy anymore. And while I was rough, I was never mean. Also don’t ask Art about any of this. He wasn’t there.” Art laughed. He took Meline’s swat like a champion. Ella had long since noticed Meline’s nose was crooked; had she broken it in those wilder days?

“Oh!” Meline, said, clapping her hands, “could we do a bit of shopping tomorrow? I need some new furniture.”

“Do you even know where you are living?” Art asked. “There is not much point in buying a beautiful table if it does not fit in the kitchen.” Ella glanced at Meline. They hadn’t told anyone about her offer yet.

“That’s a fair point,” Meline said, tapping a finger against her lips, “although I will for sure need a new cauldron.”

“Well,” Art said, “You know two skilled metalworkers.” He looked at Ella over Meline’s head. “Want to collaborate?”

“Ooh!” Ella said, “That sounds fun!”

“And expensive,” Meline said. They stared at her. “What, you think I’m just gonna leech off everyone who cares about me?”

Art shrugged. “Call it a housewarming present.”

Meline huffed. “Fine, I forgive you for your generosity!”

Ella kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for your mercy, Meline.”

It was fortunate Art had insisted on coming. He was a head and a half taller than Ella, and his four arms let him carry burdens only Ella and Meline together might exceed. His tail also let him steady himself more easily on the winding stairwell.

They put most of Meline’s possessions in a storeroom above the shop and stable. These comprised the bins and sacks which held her still-impressive store of ingredients, and a few tools and utensils that had survived the explosion. And her books. She was reluctant at first to leave them, but after Ella reminded her of the measures she’d taken since Felix’s “visit” almost ten years before—one of her new-forged guardians sat opposite the front door—Meline agreed to trust them to Ella’s keeping.

Ella hosted them for supper, and had a pair of lovely grasshopper nymphs prepared. Their outer shells were crisp, and their meat tender. What Ella and Meline didn’t eat, Art did, along with substantial helpings of steamed carrot and beet. Ella also broke out a bottle of faerye, a non-potent drink the colour of deep red gold. Art found it a bit disappointing.

“The drinks of our different peoples don’t cross over that well,” Meline said as she sipped her own glass; she was looking more relaxed. “Most drakles could down that whole bottle and barely feel its warmth. Drink a half-teaspoon of drakbrau, though, and you’ll need a skilled witch yesterday.”

Art chuckled. “Shortly after I arrived in Oak and Stone, a wood fairy, also a smith, challenged me to see who could drink more of the other race’s brew.” He looked down at his glass. “He must have been new to Nidd, or he would never have made the challenge.” He shrugged. “Lots of us, myself included, told him it was foolish, but he thought no wisdom in the worlds was greater than his. Fortunately, Garelda,” he gestured to Meline, “from the mason’s guild?” Meline nodded. “She ran fast as her legs could take her for the nearest witch. Anyway, I had had more to drink than was wise, and I accepted, thought I might teach him something.”

His shoulders started quaking. “We downed four bottles of… one of your drinks… Fizzbin, was it? Anyway, he was vibrating like a fiddlestring, and I was more sober than when we started. He called that one a draw. I was not surprised, just a bit disappointed.” He covered his mouth and let out a small burp. “And then we started on the dragonfire.”

Meline’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t!” She started laughing.

“His choice, not mine,” Art said, holding up all four of his hands. “Again, wiser voices said it was a bad idea. To be fair, he was no longer in full possession of his faculties.”

“Dragonfire?” Ella looked between them.

“Even by our standards,” Art said, “dragonfire is… potent. It once made me belch actual flames. I suspect this smith thought the name sounded impressive.

“We each drank one shrew’s finger. My belly felt like the contest was finally heating up. He poured it down his throat, spat it straight up in the air, and ran for the nearest outhouse.” Art’s tail slapped the floor. “And no, I do not know what it looked like after.” He

examined the bottle of faerye. “It does not have the same effect on me, but it actually tastes quite nice. A bit of spice, and… almost a tart sweetness underneath.”

“It’s usually made with crabapples,” Meline said. She shook her head. “Ugh, why did we ever think drinking like that was a good idea?”

“Wiser heads did not prevail,” Ella said, sipping her faerye.

Art swiveled an eye to her. “Did you drink much when you were younger, Lord Ella?”

Ella looked down at her glass. “There were times I was tempted.” When Pops came back alone was the hardest. Her master, and the Great Sage, had understood, and helped; the debt Ella owed them for helping her work through those years instead of wallowing in the slick-sided pits of grief was worth more than Oakhill ten times over. “But I was… happy. For the most part. And aside from the flavour, I never felt any need for drink. One glass with good friends is a fine thing.” Ella tilted her head, and took the now-empty bottle of faerye. “Why are we talking about the foolishness of hard drinking? Faerye isn’t even potent.”

Meline shrugged. “It’s made by a similar process, though. And while it doesn’t make a fairy stupid, it is warm and relaxing.”

There was a lull in the conversation. “Question,” Art said, raising a scaly finger.

“Yes, Friend Bronzemonger?” Ella asked.

“Now, this is not at all for me to say,” he steepled the fingers of all four of his hands, such that they looked like a line of tiny peaks, “so if I am sticking my tusks in where they do not belong, tell me so.”

“Out with it, Art!” Meline said, chuckling. “Your fine manners are scaring me.”

Art smiled, running one sheepish hand over his crest. “Have you… considered moving into Oakhill, Meline?” He looked between them, and mis-read their embarrassed surprise. “I mean, I know ten years is not long—hardly a breath in the life of our peoples, really—but it is… a rare thing, to see what you two have. I know my wife—are you two okay?”

Ella had felt a laugh bubbling up, deep in her belly. When her eye met Meline’s they both started howling. Ella actually pounded the table.

“Well,” Meline said, wiping tears from her eyes and turning to Ella, “that’s two people now that have thought of this. Ella,” she turned back to Art, “made the offer yesterday. I’m giving it some thought, and I’ll let her know tomorrow night.”

“Oh!” Art looked, if anything, even more sheepish. “Then far be it from me to stick my tusks in!”

“On the contrary,” Meline said. Ella gave her a sidelong glance. The tone in Meline’s voice was suddenly very tender. “The counsel of good friends is a precious thing.”

“Even unasked for?”

Meline laughed again. “When given for the other’s sake, it can be a lantern in the deeps.” She got up, walked around the table, and kissed Art on a scaly cheek. His crest and frill flushed red.

When the hour was growing late, and Art and Meline were gathering their things to leave, Meline hung back while Ella whistled for Coarser. She leaned in close.

“I wanted to tell just you first,” Meline whispered, softer than velvet. “I accept your proposal, but there are some things we need to discuss tomorrow before I make my home here. Is that alright?”

Ella’s ears rang. She crushed Meline to her and spun her on the spot. She hardly noticed her elbow smack the doorpost, even though it sent shocks down her arm.

“Of course it’s alright,” Ella said, setting her down as Coarser cantered up. He gave the pair one look and seemed to know what was going on. Ella helped Meline mount up, and then kissed her hand. “Until we meet again.”

“Until then,” Meline said, fastening her stonemail cloak as Coarser trotted after Art. Ella watched them go until they were out of sight through the maples.

[bearprofessorr]

The real questions: How many Fandoms was I in this decade?

Sources: My old subscriptions, sketchbooks, notebooks and such.

And if you see some fandoms we have in common, shoot me a message or something! I’d love to know a few people outside of the CR sphere!

(In no particular order)

Still in vs not anymore vs partially

> Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, Pewdiepie  - 2013 

> DanTDM, Cupquake + (other Minecraft YouTubers) - Late 2014

> Smosh + Tomska- - 2011~

> Polygon + BDG - 2018~

> Minecraft (PC) -  28 May 2014 

> Roblox -  16 June 2012  

> D:BH -  9 June 2018

> Undertale/Detlarune -  29 Oct 2015 

> Moshi Monsters - 2013~ (Earliest Mention was 23/12/2013)

> Bin Weevils - 23 March 2012

> Club Penguin -  April 2012

> Night In the Woods - 27 Feb 2017

> Doctor Who - Early 2016

> Fleabag - August 2019

> Sherlock - Late 2015

> Critical Role - Late 2017/Early 2018

> D&D - Late 2017

> Good Omens - Mid 2019

> Melanie Martinez - Late 2015

> Steven Universe - Late 2014

> Vocaloid - Late 2016

> Heathers  - 2015

> Hamilton  - 2016

> Falsettos - 2018

> Spongebob (Show + Musical) - 2010/Early 2019

> The Maze Runner - 2015/2018

> Shadowhunters  - Mid 2019 (Earliest Exposure was Mid 2018 - Unassociated with the show)

Note: I’ve not got many music things on here since I think listening to them ≠ being in their fandom, what I consider being in a fandom is interacting with others in a community based on the interest in a certain topic (Game, Youtuber, Musical, TV Show etc.) Also, I may have forgotten a few just since there was a lot.