#WE'RE SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

[bunnimew]

How to Survive on Twinkies and Hope

FINALLY CHAPTER 9 IS HERE~~

So sorry for the wait but it’s a chonky chapter 🤣 PLEASE ENJOY THIS INSTALLMENT OF BLACKICE ZOMROMCOM~

Rating: T

Pairing: Jack Frost/Pitch Black

Additional Tags: zombie apocalypse AU, zomromcom, hopeless but hot dad Pitch, Jack is dead, but he still talks, typical zombie apocalypse gore, minor character death, some past Pitch/Lady Pitchiner, mentions of suicide, slow burn

Summary: Warm Bodies AU! Jack doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't remember anything from before he was a zombie. But Pitch remembers, and he swears he's going to find a cure, and Jack would really like to be less dead, so... Really, what has he got to lose? His life?

READ HERE ON AO3!

[mikonez]

I’m playing with your Oscar and my Arthur like dolls and I’m making them kissy kiss (technically no sweeter innocence fanart but also I just think it’s funny we picture each other’s Oscar while reading it lmao)

Mikonez and Potatolord crossover blindfaith moment

OH MYGO D SEEING OUR GUYS TOGETHER FEELS LIKE I WON THE LOTTERY ON CHRISTMAS

he!! could do!!!! dinner!!!! 🗣🗣‼️ @lighthouseshepard look what you have done to us

naturally I read it again for the *cough* time and this time only pictured your guys (for enrichment) and.

big fan >:)

[lenowom]

GO TRAUMATIZED BOY GO

(zooming in is encouraged!!)

[intistone]

Scars & Scales - Chapter 18: {ERROR}

HAHA FIVE MONTHS WHAT NO THAT DIDNT HAPPEN WDYM ALKSDJFLSADKF-

[buwheal]

eeeyyyy, got bored and tried to draw you from memory.

how good is my memmory?

[psychologicalwarclaire]

10 for Rise. Gimme warcrimes duo >:]

Donnie didn't realize just how much Witchtown hated him until he wound up in front of the majority of the town at Hidden City court.

Witches of all kinds shouted over each other, listing crimes that Donnie most definitely had NOT committed.

"--trampled my mushrooms!"

"--released the kraken into our town fountain!"

"--totally demolished my self esteem!"

"--ATE MY CAT!!!"

"-- and destroyed the statue of our great founder!"

Okay that one he actually had done. In his defense, he hadn't meant to blast it with his tech bo. Defense, however, was something he was missing.

He glanced over at the judge. "I don't know how Hidden City trials work but isn't there supposed to be someone on my side? I mean, ahem, with my superb knowledge of everything I could absolutely provide my own defense but, uhm..." I don't really want to do this all on my own, he finished in his head.

All of Donnie's knowledge of courtroom proceedings came from a show he and Raph used to watch together. Raph loved watching the good guys solve crimes and fight bad guys. Donnie loved the mysteries and collection of evidence. Neither of them found the legal stuff super interesting, so they'd discussed the real life logistics of the crime (whether Donnie could commit it, whether Raph could catch him, and how they'd avoid getting caught) during those scenes. Donnie wished he'd payed more attention.

The doors flew open with a BANG.

"PURPLE TURTLE!" Casey Jones yelled. "I AM HERE TO PROVE YOUR INNOCENCE!"

Donnie blinked.

The jury all looked at each other like she'd made a brilliant point, muttering and nodding along.

The judge stroked his beard. "Good entrance. One point to the defense."

There were very few times that Donnie didn't have at least SOME idea of what was happening. Now was, unfortunately, one of those times.

Casey seemed to appear right next to him. "SO! Got yourself in trouble with Witchtown, eh?"

Flustered, Donnie could only think to say, "I didn't do it! Their accusations are entirely--"

"HEY! That's MY job!" She cleared her throat. "As I was saying, Witchtown is tough, but I'm tougher! You're lucky I took this case, otherwise you would already be rotting in Hidden City prison."

"I-- Casey why are you a lawyer in the Hidden City?" Things were spiraling entirely out of control.

Casey grinned her insane grin. "I love yelling, fighting, arguing, squabbling, debating, etc. Passing the exam was super easy, too! The laws here aren't any more complicated than the Foot Clan laws. You know, normally I'm on the offensive. But I am Hamato Clan now! I WILL NOT BETRAY MY CLAN!"

Donnie couldn't help but be impressed. "Huh. What a strangely fitting career choice for you."

"INDEED! And the lawyer to politician pipeline is extremely fast. I shall build my way up to becoming a mayor, senator, and eventually I shall be the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! Junior has already signed on to be my vice president. Our slogan is either going to be: 'Jones and Jones: we'll feast on your bones' OR 'Vote Jones squared and your lives will be spared'. Catchy right?"

Donnie's mind was already buzzing with how his Genius Built brand could be expanded by personally knowing the president. "Casey," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "I will personally help fund your presidential campaign."

"Excellent! Now, we are in the middle of court so we can discuss that later."

"Oh yeah." Donnie had actually forgotten that he was literally on trial. Casey has the effect of being extremely distracting. "I need to tell you my alibi and--"

"Pffft, no need. What kind of court do you think this is?" Casey cracked her neck, and stretched her arms above her head.

The judge banged his gavel, which sent a shockwave across the room. The ground rumbled and the seats all slid back to open up a wide space in front of the stand. "We are now in session. Let prosecutor Gilby Gilbert of Witchtown and defendant Casey Jones of the Hamato Clan enter the ring."

The what?!

Gilby Gilbert, whom Donnie vaguely recognized from the Witchtown episode leapt into the ring. "That turtle is GUILTY!"

With a running leap, Casey Jones flipped into the ring and kicked him squarely in the chest. "Mr Hamato is more innocent than you and your corrupted, black market, embezzling town will ever be!"

The jury gasped.

"Flair, solid hit, AND a plot twist! Three more points to the defense!" the judge ruled.

Donnie was now very glad he had not been the one to plead (punch?) his own case.

"Turtle boy is against everything we stand for!" Gilby choked from inside a headlock.

"Since your treasury records show illegal trade with criminals AND many Witchtown officials who have been pocketing those funds, I'd say it's a good thing that Mr Hamato stands against you, you LOWLIFE!" Casey released the headlock, only to kick her opponent to the ground and curb stomp him.

Donnie was no longer worried.

In fact, as he watched Casey continue to kick Gilby (who had curled into a ball), he actually smiled. Perhaps the answer to science vs magic was brute force.

He had decided that when this trial was over and he and Casey had officially won, he was going to make her a fashionable Genius Built lawyer suit. He'd make it easily torn away to give her more points in style.

It was the least he could do.

[cry-ptidd]

OUGhh thank you so so much for all the nice comments in the tags of my hellsing art! 😭😭💙💙💙 I usually wouldn't send these out, but your comments were so fun and detailed, i just had to say thanks— Hope you have a nice day!

I drew Atom for u ⚛️

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part X

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Dinner at Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"So, that's my favorite food. Samu just makes the best Onigiri, I'm not gonna lie about that."

Atsumu grins and gestures towards the plates on the table. "But everything's good, don't worry. I helped Samu with the menu back then after we finished high school. He even added some dishes with extra protein, just for me. Said he couldn't stand how I ate chicken and protein powder all the time."

You frown at the thought of combining chicken and protein shakes, but he just shrugs when he notices your reaction. "Don't look at me like that; I was young then. Well, younger than today. I didn't know better." You laugh when he embarrassedly rubs the back of his neck.

"It's fine! I'm sure you had to watch your protein intake and your vitamin levels. I mean, you started playing a lot more intensely after school, right?"

He nods and takes the carafe of water to fill your empty glass. "A lot has changed since I started as a professional. My schedule's quite tight; I train basically every day, and I have to go abroad every other month for promotions or plays. It's kinda hard to always keep track of my eating habits. I'm just glad that Samu's keepin' an eye on me. Always grumblin' about how it's a drag to do all that extra stuff, but he still has a plate ready whenever I come." You nod and take the glass he's offering you and take a sip of the water. It has a fresh taste with all the herbs that have been added to it; you can even smell a bit of mint and lemon after you place the glass back on the wooden table.

"He sounds like a really good brother. Who's older, him or you?" You ask and look at the raven-haired copy of the man in front of you, who is now behind the counter making Onigiri. He looks good in the Onigiri Miya shirt, the logo cute and simple, fitting the whole ambiance of the restaurant. There isn't much space inside; you're just glad that Atsumu took care of reserving the table because there are quite a lot of customers inside. Yet, it has such a cozy and homey feeling that you relaxed instantly when you took a seat.

"What do you think? Be honest." He looks at you expectantly, and you debate your choices on the inside. On the one hand, Osamu seems like someone who is used to taking care of others, which makes him seem like the older one. On the other hand, you can't deny that Atsumu has a certain sense of dominance that seems like a spoiled firstborn—but you're still clueless.

"Hmm. I think that you're the older twin?" His eyes widen in surprise, and a wide grin suddenly spreads on his whole face. His eyes shine when he bursts out in laughter. "Samu! Samu, y/n thinks that I'm the older twin. Did ya hear that?" He calls for his brother, and Osamu raises his head with a scowl when he realizes that Atsumu just disturbed his peace. "Don't get cocky. She's the first to say that."

"Yeah, but her opinion actually matters. Thank you, y/n." He is still beaming when he turns back to you, the short innuendo with his brother seeming so normal to both of them that you try not to think too hard about it. "You're welcome, I guess?" You nervously laugh, hoping that you made neither Atsumu nor Osamu mad with your words. "You did well. You're my wife after all. So it's only fair that you're on my side." You almost choke on your water when he says that and nervously laugh.

"Oh, okay. Well then. Uhm, I'll start eating? I'm kind of hungry, and the food looks amazing." You still find your heart skipping a beat whenever he calls you 'his wife'—which you noticed that he does quite frequently. He definitely likes to tease you, and you have no idea how you should respond to that. Just the thought of calling him 'husband' makes you feel butterflies in your stomach—you couldn't possibly do that.

You have already snapped a picture of the food to Yachi, who insisted on regular updates of your day. She responded with a salivating emoji and an 'enjoy!' to which you sent a thumbs up, so you're more than ready to eat. "Oh, of course. Just take what ya want. Samu can make us another portion if yer finished with it."

"Thank you." You smile and take a spoon to try the fried rice. The flavor is rich and good; you can't help but let out a delighted huff through your nose while you take another spoonful. "It's really good. Osamu is great at cooking!"

Atsumu has also started eating, an onigiri in both of his hands that now looks ridiculously small. You only now notice how big his hands actually are—probably an advantage when he's playing volleyball. "Told ya. Samu makes the best food." He takes another bite and then a sip of his water. "Let's eat and then we'll talk about the appointment."

You nod and swallow your bite heavily—and you also try to swallow the nervousness while you finish your meal. The atmosphere suddenly had shifted a little after he had mentioned the appointment, the reasoning of your meet-up now apparent. You're both rather quick to finish your food, and you place your napkin on your table and look at him expectantly when you're done.

"So, do you want a dessert already, or do you need a break? Samu has a mean strawberry tiramisu in the fridge. It's not on the menu, but I know it's there." He looks at you and winks, and you laugh while you rub your tummy and lean back in your seat. "I need a short break. But after that maybe? Tiramisu sounds great." You give him a thumbs up, and he nods in response.

"So... let's talk about the visit then. About our options. Wait. Singular. We have one option." He looks at you with a neutral expression, and you find yourself nodding almost robotically. "Yes. We have to wait until the year is over until we can get a divorce."

You both sit there in silence, unsure of how you should continue the conversation.

"I mean, it could have been worse. We're lucky that there were no other grave conditions on the contract. One year will pass really quickly. And then you're free again. I'm also not forcing you to make this public; it wouldn't be good for neither your volleyball career nor my privacy. We could just keep going like this."

He intently watches you while you talk, his chin now resting on one of his palms when he slightly leans forward. "I also think it's smarter to keep it to ourselves for a while. The last name thing, though, is going to be difficult." A groan leaves your lips, and you close your eyes for a second.

"I can't believe that I have to change my last name. This is going to be a lot of paperwork." You groan again at the thought of going to the town hall and contacting your bank—and everything else. You thankfully already had the past few days to get used to the thought of changing your name to 'Miya', but it still makes the whole marriage thing feel so real. This would have a very big impact on your life at this point. All formal letters will be addressed to y/n Miya—which would definitely cause questions that you're not prepared for. But that is a problem for your future self, something you're trying to reassure yourself of to not feel overwhelmed. It will be fine. The lawyers had reassured you that it would only need a few signatures and a small fee, and then you could get divorced after the year is over—and that definitely made you feel a bit better.

"Yeah, sorry for that." He sheepishly rubs the back of his head, probably feeling guilty that only you have to do that, and you're quick to shake your head. "Don't be. I voluntarily agreed to this; this part is definitely not your fault."

He nods and takes the last bite of his rice ball and quickly wipes his hands with his tissue. Noticing that you have finished your meal too, he is quick to wave for the waitress. "I'll ask for the tiramisu. Are you fine with sharing? He said he'll only leave one portion. Greedy bastard," he groans playfully, and you giggle at his comment.

"Yes, we can share."

xxx

The car ride home feels tense.

The evening was great; you had a good time with Atsumu, and the prospect of having to part soon makes you feel uneasy, especially at the prospect of not knowing if you will ever see him again. For all you know, he could simply send you the paperwork via post and never talk to you again.

You get thrown out of your thoughts when he parks the car in front of your house, and you both sit there for a second in silence.

"Uhm... here we are." He finally says, turning off the engine, much to your surprise. That means he intends to stay a bit longer.

"Yes." You awkwardly scratch the back of your head and look at him through the darkness. Only a street lantern provides a bit of light, just enough for you to faintly see his face. He also seems to feel somewhat nervous, his eyes avoiding yours at all costs and looking at the dark screen of the radio.

"So, uhm. I meant to ask. How do you want things to go in the future? We can either keep in touch or meet exactly one year from now to finalize the divorce. What would you prefer?" You can see how his knee bounces up and down, a clear indicator of his nervousness. The words seem somewhat practiced, and you're pretty much convinced that he's been thinking about this moment during the whole car ride. You feel a lump in your throat and somewhat have a hard time coming up with an answer. What if he wants to cut ties with you but is too polite to say it out loud? You definitely don't want to put him in an uncomfortable situation by forcing him to keep in touch with you. It's bad enough already that you have to take his last name, which would probably lead to some questions. What were you supposed to say now?

"I... I don't know. What would you prefer?" You know that it's lame to answer with a question, but you only intend to offer him a way out. Much to your surprise, his eyes flicker to your face, and his knee stops bouncing.

"I would prefer for you to be happy, whatever you decide to go with." He seems so earnest and serious when he says that, that you find yourself flushing—thankful for the darkness to conceal your facial expression. Hopefully.

"Keep in touch, like eating at Onigiri Miya, for example? And texting and calling?"

"Hmm." He hums and suddenly watches you like a hawk, analyzing every single one of your expressions. "We could make that a regular thing. Samu changes the menu often; he could even put your favorite food on it, if ya ask him nicely."

You are stunned at his words. He probably knows fully well that it sounds like a cheap excuse to keep seeing you, yet he still said it.

So you decide to be brave too.

"Sounds great."

xxx

"What the heck was that?"

"What do you mean?" Atsumu rolls his eyes at the car speaker, somewhat annoyed because he knows exactly what Osamu will say.

"I saw you makin' heart eyes at her. And that phone call last week? I didn't say anything back then, but what are you trying to do? Flirting with her and breaking her heart when ya get divorced and you stop talkin' to her? She's too nice for that. Don't do that to her; she's been through enough already."

"I'm not leading her on!" Atsumu almost yells, finding himself wounded at the accusation of not being honest with you. "It's just—I don't know. Easy to talk to her. I just... I dunno. I'm not doing it on purpose; it just comes naturally. Everything comes naturally when it comes to her. Wonder if that's why I married her. Love at first sight, ya know?"

Osamu lets out a heavy and deep sigh, full of frustration. "It's fine. Just take things slow. If you wanna date her, I mean. You both skipped a few steps; I don't know if ya really have a chance."

"I'm not trying to date her. I'm just... I enjoy talking to her and spending time with her. And it's cute to see her flustered. We only got one spoon for the tiramisu, and I offered to feed her—ya should have seen her face, she almost fainted." Atsumu grins at the memory, but Osamu only sighs again.

"You're always causing me trouble. Just—be careful with her, 'kay? We still don't know if she's some kind of stalker trying to get with ya. Remember the last time a fan tried to get close to ya? Didn't end well."

Atsumu's grin slowly fades at the memory, and a deep frown replaces the happy expression.

"I know, I know. But she knows that manager from Karasuno. And Shoyo-kun. She could have met me earlier if she was a stalker. We only decided on the club last week, remember? No way she could have known. She got her hotel room booked a few weeks ago, Shoyo-kun told me that. That's too many coincidences for her to be a stalker."

"If you say so. Dunno, you just always get in trouble."

"Not this time. Not with her."

"Sure. Let me know if ya need somethin'. See ya."

Atsumu hangs up the call, his hands now holding the steering wheel tighter. There is an inner turmoil inside of him, almost the need to see you again, and that's when he forms a plan in his head.

A few minutes later, and he has safely parked the car and fished his phone out of his pocket. His fingers fly over the keyboard, and he doesn't think twice before he hits the "send" button.

Are you free this weekend, Mrs. Miya?

[bookishjules]

Hi hi!!!! I saw your sizzy HCs and I would love it if you did TMI gang HCs for the future when they have kids and all💗 How do they all interact with their kids/each other’s kids? That ask about Jace’s kids made me laugh I feel like his kids would have a jar for him to put money in whenever he’s too cocky, kinda like New Girl with Schmidt

simon and izzy are the go-to babysitter couple of the bunch for sure, given that they aren't running an institute or, you know, the entire clave. they're also the most likely to have a movie or game night, which the kids absolutely love

because the cousins span over a decade in ages, there seems to always be a baby to hold, and clary is always the first one to reach for them (followed by alec)

jace is stricter as a father than might be expected. not in a harsh way, but in a protective way. in a 'i want you to learn how best protect yourself and your family' way. he's definitely a teacher, in a very physical way, and loves spending time in the training room with his kids and niblings (not that this makes him any more mature or less ridiculous at his core hehe)

creativity and expression are very well supported by all members of the tmi gang, and their children develop a good amount of confidence when it comes to being themselves and not necessarily folding into shadowhunter (or warlock) norms

magnus loves taking the kids on adventures and showing them things they might never have gotten to see if they didn't have a very powerful warlock for an uncle, but he is also very protective, moreso than some of the other parents. he's seen too many people die to knowingly bear witness to human/shadowhunter recklessness in these kids he cares so much for

alec is the first one to suggest they let rafe go out on patrol, not without alec ofc. that first patrol is a fun one. jace is there too. he's muchhh less strict with his niblings than he is with his own kids, and he tends to treat them much more like how he treats kit. hence the fun hehe rafe has a blast, and the whole time alec's anxiety is through the roof.

all the cousins are scared of izzy's cooking. even if she's gotten better as the years have gone on, their parents have ingrained in them too much fear for the food she makes not to be wary when she holds out a wooden spoon with a questionable substance on it. usually the kids ask for pizza. or a delivery of chinese food (like parents like kids hehe)

[iheartmagicians]

can i have murrit x arcjec (can be pale or pitch) :3

anything for you , ANON ... 🫰 .

[popppyfur]

...Im having thoughts and i need a 2nd opinion.

How long ago do we reckon trolls were caught/eaten/found by bergens? (relative to the great escape for simplicity)

lemme walk you through my thoughts...

we dont know how the tunnels got there, did the trolls dig them? or something else? or were they always there?

When did Peppy decide to use the tunnels? when were they discovered?

How many trolls did the bergens eat. surely at first they must have bean eating HEAPS of trolls daily before realised that they would run out. how long was it until then?

It had to have been long enough that they would have then decided to make trollstice (help cant spell) a yearly tradtion. could it at first have been monthly?

We dont know how many pop trolls there were at first. have their number gone down? by how much? since more being eaten means less babies.

How many queens/kings were at the troll tree? Just peppy? his parents? But that raises the question of wether or not any of the escaped trolls remember a time before the bergens.

-- A brand new, different anon.

GOD you reminded me of when i eventually realized how massively fucked the pop trolls were pre 1st movie. i remember trying to read everything i could that talked about it and staying up til 4 am to do it because holy hell they were being eaten on a yearly basis. IM HOLDING UR HAND AND SHAKING IT REALLY HARD. and im gonna answer this as jumbled as i can bc. its me. the professional yapper.

on that note ! all under read more to spare everyones dashboards

also, i havent really gone through actual specific numbers, my brains just settled on some vague decision that the pop trolls dont pass the hundreds, or five hundreds. that is to say, poppy would probably still try to know everyone by name just bc she would lol. so i hope you guys can just make up imaginary numbers of years too !!

we dont know how the tunnels got there, did the trolls dig them? or something else? or were they always there? When did Peppy decide to use the tunnels? when were they discovered?

ive always kinda assumed that the pop trolls dug it themselves! they knew about it long enough that they bothered to leave behind decoys of themselves after all. im assuming its a part of a long, long long list of attempts to escape, and they finished digging just a bit before the last trollstice. peppy wasnt gonna risk losing any more, especially since poppy herself was gonna be given to gristle

How many trolls did the bergens eat. surely at first they must have bean eating HEAPS of trolls daily before realised that they would run out. how long was it until then? It had to have been long enough that they would have then decided to make trollstice (help cant spell) a yearly tradtion. could it at first have been monthly? We dont know how many pop trolls there were at first. have their number gone down? by how much? since more being eaten means less babies.

i lost the damn reddit post so im gonna make my own screenshot instead LOL

from left to right, classical, techno, pop, funk, country, and the red blob under them; rock with a mix of other trolls

so like. THIS FUCKING DEVASTATED MEEEEEEEEEEEE. assuming theres more classical trolls just off screen, the visible sheer difference in numbers from the pop trolls in comparison to the other tribes (FUNK IS AN OUTLIER HUMOR ME) just. genuinely left me a bit speechless.

and if you go back to the first movie and remember that the entirety of their village fit in branch's bunker not to mention the DAMN POT? it just. really puts itself into perspective. bc that stage was still relatively big, but the pot. the fucking pot. the entirety of pop village

ALL of them. in THERE? isnt that crazy? we can say that some escaped, sure. but just the fact that they couldve gotten wiped out just like that is so. messed up to me man ToT

i dont remember which fic i read it from anymore, but there was a line going how the pops initially outnumbered the other tribes and thats how they were ever able to threaten actually overtaking everyone. and like. YEAH SURE. fuck me up even more like that why dont ya!!!!!

so suffice to say, pop troll population not doing so hot! and all your thoughts is just one domino falling after another. you piece together the pieces and ultimately just ending up with one undeniable answer. they got eaten. simple as that.

How many queens/kings were at the troll tree? Just peppy? his parents? But that raises the question of wether or not any of the escaped trolls remember a time before the bergens.

and ur first question, putting them together for one last godawfully long ramble :]

How long ago do we reckon trolls were caught/eaten/found by bergens? (relative to the great escape for simplicity)

the fact that world tour makes it a point to say that only peppy ever knew of the other tribes makes me lean more onto the assumption that its been... a while? but also like. no one's ever mentioned viva? no one remembers the princess who was old enough to fight bergens and mention that to poppy??? whos to say these guys arent just repressing everything as they always do????????? [ITS HARD TO ARGUE SPECULATIONS HERE BC they had to make plot for the movies to make sense!!! its why it feels so mean to me to just blame everything on peppy LMAO. even if that is the easiest way to make sense of it. I WANT NUANCE DAMMIT]

so for the sake of it. i like to think that theyve been under the bergens' capture long enough that everyone outside of the royal family forgot about the time that they were even free from the bergens. long enough that the royal family could rewrite the scrapbooks to make it seem like it wasnt their fault. that it never was. whether to spare themselves the blame, selfish deniability, or just. give up the hope that there was a single minuscule possibility to have help from the outside.

i said before that i headcanonned peppy holding resentment for them in the belief that no one could ever bother to just check. and thats part of the reason why he doesnt even want to attempt getting to know them, since it probably felt like no one EVER cared except for themselves.

again. im sorry that i dont have a specific number for you though ToT the most i can say is that: its long enough that they forgot.

POST ANSWER ASK RAMBLEEEE

heres a fic that made me ugly cry about this! i think it gives really good answers to your questions!!!!!!! and though it doesnt completely fit with whats 'canon' (when has anything ever) its such a horrifying and deliciously good outlook on how the bergens affected the pop trolls as a whole! cant recommend it enough!! please leave the author kudos and love especially if this is your type of jam!!!

more than anything. the realization of how hard the pop trolls' lives mustve even been prior to the first movie made me have so much fucking love for them even more?? T_T even if it is unhealthy to an outside perspective, they tried to stay positive, and they got through all those yearly eatings thanks to it, no wonder they try to stay within that mindset even after everything. sometimes i wonder if they felt like its all they had

[ladybeug]

MAN THE MUSICAL NUMBERS CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD I HAD TO PAUSE AND STARE FROWNING okok!!! so the thing was that one time agessss ago you said liking ml fanfics is just wanting to read the same story over and over again and after that textbook 2016 post reveal final kiss that sentence just flashed in my mind and everything that happened in the movie (the ladynoir patrol fighting in the rooftops, the adrien snapping at his dad, gabriel being actually decent) just shifted in context for me and the realization of how fanfic coded the movie is and how that directly related to my enjoyment was so clear i couldnt stop laughing hdhshsjs

WOW ACTUALLY

i remember saying that and its STILL TRUE!! And honestly you're putting it in perspective for me, thats why i liked the things i liked about the movie. like the ladynoir patrol fighting on the roofs also did lowkey make my dreams come true they could have done whatever they wanted in the rest of the movie, that scene is what i live for.

And that last scene really did feel like it was out of a fanfic, A 2016 FANFIC, its OLD FANDOM VIBES. back when we were still chewing up the concept of a reveal and not picking apart the bones of adrien's identity like mad scientists.

I remember thinking im sure ive read this scene somewhere. idk where but i have. all of it in different pieces a million times.

Anyways thank you for sharing this i love it?? good take

[lemonynuggets]

OH LORD THEYRE MULTIPLYING

[mantisgodsdomain]

How about Scarlet getting transmuted into a bat? 'Tis Vampiric tradition, after all.

Sometimes, people will say that gods are "helpful" and "useful". These people are lying. These people are lying very blatantly, in a very provably wrong way, in a way that you SHOULD correct them on if you catch them with it, because they're MASSIVE LIARS. Incredibly massive liars. Gods do not solve problems, they make problems worse. They just make problems worse in ways that you couldn't have imagined could even happen previously.

As it turns out, silk DOES NOT play well with a barrel bigger than the one it was tailored to, and even if it's decently stretchy, that stuff does not tear. This is very unfortunate if you are, say, turning into a bat thirty times your original size, and it sucks and carries a high risk of breaking ribs. And organs. Ah, well. At least it's... survivable?

(BONUS: "Kindly explain to me how any of this helps, at all. with anything.")

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@sweet-milky-tea705 Hope you don't mind me making a whole post about this, but this would probably get too long for replies and I figured this was a good opportunity to share some experiences and advice for anyone who might be interested in working the faire circuit~

Disclaimer before we get started, I wanna be sure to mention that everyone's faire experience will be different, and I can only speak to what my experience has been like. At the time of this post, I've been on the road about 10 months now and am by no means an expert, but have gotten input from my partners who have been doing this longer than me.

This is gonna be a long post, so buckle up!

Intro

So let's cover the basics. If you already have experience working your local faire, you may already know some of this, but it's always good to refresh.

Most, if not all, ren faires are privately owned, with different owners for each show. While some folks work directly for the faire in positions such as clean-up crew, ticket booth, and (in most cases) food sales, a big chunk of people you see work for individual vendors; the shop and game booths that make up most of the faire. Think of it kind of like a mall: the faire is the mall itself, and the booths are the stores. Each booth has an owner, manager, and employees.

Most of these employees consist of road rennies (like me!) Many of us are essentially contract workers, and will work different gigs for different shows, depending on which vendors need employees. It's not uncommon for rennies to have their hands in a bunch of different pies.

Two other types of workers you'll encounter at every faire are Cast and Performers. While these two positions sound very similar, there is actually a distinction. The cast are like the face-characters at Disney. They walk around the site in-character and bring life to the faire. These are roles like the royal court, town drunk, and, at some faires, fantasy creatures such as fairies. Many of these positions are filled by local actors who only work one show.

Performers are the ones who put on the stage shows. Musicians, comedians, sideshow acts, and jousters are all performers. They have a set schedule with a number of shows they do each day. Many performers are also road rennies who travel show-to-show full time.

Now that we have a general overview of who makes up a ren faire, let's get into some of the nitty-gritty.

Travel

Traveling for work means reliable transportation is incredibly important. If you don't drive, or have a travel companion that drives, a life on the road will not be impossible, but it will be much more difficult. I, personally, don't drive, but my partners do, so I consulted them for the majority of this section.

When spending so much time on the road, you're gonna want to keep up on routine vehicle maintenance, oil changes, tire pressure, and tread. It's best to keep a roadside emergency kit with things like jumper cables, extra windshield wipers, flat tire repair kit, and a flashlight. If it's possible for you, it's also a good idea to get AAA, as well as have some money tucked away for any emergency repairs.

Look up your routes ahead of time to figure out travel time and what states you'll be driving through. Every state's road laws are different, so look up and get a basic gist of the different laws of the states you'll be in. Try to give yourself plenty of wiggle room with your scheduling; things like traffic, rest stops, and bad weather can add more time to your trip than you think.

You'll also want to plan to arrive on site at least a few days before opening day to give yourself time to set up, get settled in, and familiarize yourself with the camp and faire grounds.

Camping

Most faires have some sort of on-site camping for employees. The rules and regulations vary a bit for each faire, so I encourage looking up the rules ahead of time for the specific festival you'll be attending. Nearly every faire will have camping fees that must be paid to stay on site; while some employers will cover these fees on behalf of their employees, not all will, so it's best to check with your employer about this. If you will be the one paying your own camping fees, make sure you have your payment ready when you check in at the office. If you are traveling with a pet, most sites will also require an additional pet fee.

After you check in, you will likely be assigned a camping spot by the campground director. (Some sites will allow you to choose your campsite, but don't hedge all your bets on this.)

When picking out a tent for camping, remember that this is what you will be living in for the run of the show; while some tents are great for a little weekend camping trip, they don't fare well when you're living in them for weeks to months at a time. Larger tents (8-12 person) are gonna be the best to ensure there's enough room for you and your belongings. Try to avoid dome-shaped tents, as they tend not to do as well in bad weather. The stakes that come with the tent are usually pretty garbage, so definitely buy some heavier duty ones.

Do not drop a ton of money on an expensive-ass tent. It will never be worth it. Even the most expensive tent is not meant to be lived in full-time, and it WILL eventually break and you will have wasted your money. Walmart has plenty of decent, affordable tents that work just as well. We go through about 2-3 tents a year due to weather damage and general wear-and-tear. Have a basic tent repair kit on hand for little fixes, but learn to accept when you just gotta toss it.

Besides a tent, here's a list of some equipment you'll definitely want to have while camping:

Battery powered lights and lanterns (and extra batteries)

A cooler for drinks and food

A cot or air mattress

Power bank; we recommend the one pictured below from Walmart, since it has built-in jumper cables and air compressor

Plenty of bottled water

Propane space heater for cold months

Tarps (you'll want one over the entirety of your tent for better rain and sun protection, as well as heat retention when it gets cold)

A small folding table (trust me, you'll want a flat surface)

Campgrounds will also usually have some type of shower house, but you'll still want to stock up on bottled water for drinking, brushing your teeth, washing your hands, etc. Also, a lot of camp showers are... not great. I definitely recommend looking up gyms or truck stops near site for a better bathing experience.

Mentally prepare for bad weather. It will happen, and it will suck, and you might lose some belongings. Come to peace with it.

Camping can be really stressful, from setting up your tent, to keeping your shit dry when it rains, to shitting in a hot port-o-potty. You will get frustrated, and you will cry. It comes with the territory. We've literally all been there, just remember it's not the end of the world, and things will be okay.

Community and Etiquette

Living in a campground means you're gonna be sharing a space with all kinds of people. Most of them you'll get along with, and some you won't. It's life.

Overall, it will benefit you to be friendly and social. Community is a big thing for us, and we often consider ourselves a big weird family. Reputation is absolutely everything, and your reputation will dictate how you fare in this environment. Word travels fast in these circles, and a bad reputation will prevent you from making friends, forming connections, and getting work. Networking and word-of-mouth are your ticket to staying on the road.

Easiest way to stay off of everyone's shitlist is to just be courteous and follow some basic rules:

All sites have a speed limit (usually 5mph) FOLLOW IT. This goes for the campgrounds as well as the faire site. Don't go haulin' ass around the grounds, it's wildly unsafe for everyone on foot, and it tears up the dirt roads.

Campgrounds also have Quiet Hours. Usually like 10pm-7am, but these also vary by site. Don't be the dick blasting music and shouting during quiet hours. Some people are trying to sleep, and may even have kids that go to bed early. It's super rude and you will 100% get reported to the camp director.

If you have a pet, basic pet etiquette applies. Pets must be leashed/tethered at all times when outside. Yes, even your cat. No one cares if you cat hates their harness, leave them at home then. Make sure you pick up after your pet as well, no one wants to step in shit on their way to the bathroom at 2am. If your pet is loud/untrained/unruly, it sucks, but it's best for everyone if you leave them home.

Keep communal areas clean. No one wants to pick up after you.

You'll be surprised that I have to say it, but don't take/touch stuff that doesn't belong to you without express permission.

Remember that this is all a shared space, with all the benefits and difficulties that come with that. You'll deal with some things you normally wouldn't. You'll be sharing a toilet with dozens of people, some more hygienic than others. You'll hear people stumbling home drunk, arguing, having sex. We live in nylon sacks 10 feet from each other, it happens, and you'll have to get used to it. But on the flipside, you'll also have some rad times. Most people are super rad and chill, and ready to lend a hand when needed. From helping pitch a tent, to sharing food and resources, to just being stellar company. Folks are always planning fun community events, so don't be afraid to get involved and have fun.

In addition, make sure to join in the online faire communities as well. If you don't have a facebook, or haven't used yours in years, it's time to dust it off. Every faire has a facebook page, as well as a private group for participants and campers. Most announcements are posted in these groups, as well as tons of community resources, so you'll absolutely want to join.

Work Life

Like I've said before, every employer is different, and will have different duties and ways of doing things, so you'll want to talk to your boss about what both of your expectations are to make sure you're all on the same page.

Most jobs on the road pay cash, so keep in mind that you'll likely be missing out on normal job benefits.

Each job will also have different expectations for garb; some will expect you to have your own, while others (mostly clothing shops) will require you to wear garments sold from the booth. Either way, you'll want to have appropriate garb for all types of weather. We're working outside, rain, snow, or shine, so you'll want to have work clothes you'll be comfortable in.

Some jobs will offer different types of week work for extra compensation. These are usually things like restocking, doing inventory, or making products. Week work is typically voluntary, but it's good to pick some up, since money can get tight on the road. If your employer doesn't offer any week work, you can always ask around if anyone else needs help during the week. This is totally common, and you can get the chance to learn some new skills.

While it may seem like an easy-breezy gig where you "only work two days a week," remember that this is still very much a job and should be treated as such. It can be a very fun job where we get to be creative and goofy, but if you slack off or treat it like one big party, people will notice, and they will not appreciate it. It is a lot of hard, sweaty work, but it is wildly rewarding.

General Tips and Cautions

There will be Drama™️. You get enough feral weirdos together in a shared space for long enough, and shit WILL go down. Do your best to stay out of it, it will keep you sane.

While this life is very fun and rewarding, it is also very mentally and physically demanding. You will likely experience burnout. Make sure you schedule some downtime into your circuit. December is the most common time to take a few weeks off, as there are less faires going on, and most folks want to enjoy the holidays.

Most festivals have horrible phone service. At some sites, you'll have to leave site completely to get enough signal to check your phone. Be prepared to go into town fairly regularly.

General motto is "prepare for the worst, hope for the best." Disasters can happen. But that's when it's great to have a community to lean on. Learn to roll with the punches.

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How do you think the wizards would act if there were embarrassed or flustered?

Hhhhhhhmmmmmmm

I'm guessing this is more so focused on embarrassed and flustered (affectionate), rather than their ways of dealing with full on shame (derogatory), but with the latter I'd honestly say they'd just get annoyed and pissy. Getting beaten by some freshly adult fairies as if they don't have hundreds of years of experience? Genuine anger and annoyance. All of them, because I can talk about Anagan being the best of them all I want, that doesn't take away from the fact that they're each comfortably positioned on differently sized high horses. They like the view. Now onto the main event.

Under non derogatory circumstances Ogron will just try to play it off, but depending on how much the cause of his predicament gets to him, he'll be noticeably less successful. Huffs, rolls his eyes, adjust his hair and whatnot. Mayhaps even a little bit of. Hand to face. Covering his mouth to give himself a fighting chance. If we dare.

Gantlos is too good at hiding it, unfortunately, unless you know what to look for. At most there are some nose exhales and a bit less eye contact- But try to pick up on that when he has the ultimate defense: Hat. Mans is a professional. Just because it's easy to miss does not mean nothing's happening though. I'll just put that out there.

Anagan blushes, let's start there. Lil bit of color in his face, ears if you're lucky, love to see it. He gets a bit giggly, attempts to drag others right down with him. With varying levels of succes. He enjoys not being the only flustered person in a situation, so what better defense than damning everyone else while he's at it.

Duman lacks the reasonable amount of shame to get easily embarrassed or flustered, he needed the space for ego. Huge downside to this is that often times actually getting to him is met by annoyance, no matter the context or the situation. Expect certain looks, comments, general pissy-ness. He much prefers being the one doing the embarrassing and flustering.