#anonymous asks the tree

[ckret2]

I was sad you were getting rid of trapezoid dad bc I loved the twin hexagon thing you had, but I really love the alien reproduction fuckery you made. Really emphasize it's not man and woman like humans think about it

triangle dad lost the twin hexagon thing but now has a twin rhombus thing. Or maybe a twin parallelogram thing? His brother can be the trapezoid now.

I might mess with their proportions later so that they've got closer to equal surface area while also getting their undivided shape closer to equilateral. But you get the idea.

Anyway bottom line is dad's keeping the twin thing.

[arttsuka]

spock but frog. ribbit

Spog. Frock?

[wisteriagoesvroom]

*gently pokes you with a stick til you write this*

Is there a plot, or just vibes... like what is going on in this universe... okay... *rolls sleeves up* lemme try to headcanon it a little:

Oscar is a rising star in product engineering, and was hired based on a prototype he was developing in his Imperial College dorm room. Barely settled into his new office gig, he is told to present a demo of said product on the mainstage of his tech company employer's next big conference, where they announce their latest product rollouts for the year.

Oscar really hates public speaking, and has never been very good at it. Enter Lando - deputy head of marketing and charmboy extraordinnaire - who is assigned to get him up to scratch.

Other universe details that probably only I care about: Adam Norris is the new CFO who brings his son into the picture. There are definitely two overworked interns on both their teams who have to manage all their weird quirks and Lando's idiosyncratic JIRA board hygiene. Surely there must be an ugly conference t-shirt. No wait– Oscar sleeps with Lando at the conference rehearsal, but the first time is kinda unexpected, and also Oscar spilled red wine on himself the previous night which necessitated him going up to Lando's hotel room for Plot Convenient Reasons (sex). Morning after, Oscar has to borrow one of Lando's t shirts and it ends up being a neon prototype that was manufactured as an error. And Oscar's like "you cannot expect me to walk out like this", and it's like. "Well either that or you walk around the city shirtless sorry mate." (Oscar takes the L, but he really hates green highlighters from that point on and nobody really knows why. Lando thinks it's hilarious and buys him copious amounts of hot chocolate to make up for it even though it was never his fault. He just likes buying hot chocolate for Oscar.)

There is also definitely an icebreaking joint activity that they both do, like indoor rock climbing, in order to get to know each other. Except Lando is like, spectacularly good at it, and Oscar (a) lies about his competency in rock climbing (b) is deathly afraid of heights. But Oscar refuses to be a wimp so doesn't say a single thing until he reaches the top of a really challenging wall and Lando is like: woah you did so amazing! Now let go and come down! and Oscar is like: I can't! Lando: wdym?? Oscar: I hate heights. Like "my sisters used to lure me to the roof with a ladder and then take the ladder away", hate heights. Lando: BRO.....your PRIDE.... (but he's also secretly going insane because Oscar clearly just wanted an excuse to spend the morning with him.)

Their first kiss is after Lando belays Oscar safely to the ground, obviously. Adrenalin, and stuff.

[slimeshade]

omg i'm so glad i found this account i thought you were gone forever ;-; your art is so cool

Ah, thanks!

And no, I'll be here still – if just with a new face, I suppose.

Here, have a doodly tree as an apology:

[cryptocism]

Hi! I’ve been a huge fan of your fic, Frequency since I started reading it last year, and even after it’s reached it’s conclusion. One of my friends has recently gotten into bookbinding, and they’ve offered to bind a fanfiction for me, which would be a wholly personal copy.

Even though there’s no selling or money exchange involved, I know fanbinding can be tricky, and isn’t something that should be done without the author’s permission. Which is why I wanted to ask if my friend can bind a personal copy of Frequency for me. If the answer is no, I totally understand, and it’s why I wanted to ask in the first place!

hi!! sorry its taken me a while to answer these asks!

tbh in an ideal world i would love to do a print run of Frequency so that it could include better formatted footnotes/comic references with artwork included in each chapter and shoutouts/acknowledgements and cover art yada yada yada but i don't know if there's a way i could do it without either spending a whole bunch of money or getting a cease and desist. idk exactly how to thread that needle but i might look into it at some point if enough ppl wanted print copies

anyway to actually answer ur questions i think personal copies would probably be fine! just so long as they're not being sold etc. and thanks for asking btw i really appreciate it!

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

What do you think about Jeyne Arryn's heir? Do you think choosing Joffery Arryn was a mistake, or it's better than Arnold anyway? And If Jeyne was Aemma's niece, why Jeyne didn't choose Rhaenyra, or her children, or her dead brothers as Arryn's heir?

Jeyne chose Joffrey, a cousin who was loyal to her, and who (unlike Arnold) never tried to contest her rule (twice!) just because she was a "soft" woman. I think that's a pretty good choice when you're looking for leadership of all the Vale and its lords and ladies, men and women.

And of course Jeyne, while loyal to Rhaenyra, prioritized an Arryn-named family member, born and raised in the Vale, her Knight of the Bloody Gate and thus experienced with the Vale and Eyrie's people, politics, and defenses, over a distant Targaryen cousin who never set foot in the Vale with no feelings for the Arryns beyond a quarter of Rhaenyra's sigil. Would you ever expect any less from any other ruler?

Also, Rhaenyra's dead brothers? The ones who died 30 years before Jeyne did? Who died when Jeyne was under 10 years old and "ruling" under a regent? Rhaenyra's dead brothers who would have been heir to the Iron Throne if they had lived for more than a few days (which they didn't)? The brothers who were dead? What? *confused-obama.gif*

No, seriously, I am incredibly confused by your understanding of the timeline here. By the time Jeyne died from the Winter Fever in 134 AC, the only descendant of Aemma Arryn known to be alive was Aegon III Targaryen. Who was, you know, the king of Westeros. How was Jeyne supposed to name any of Aemma's other descendants as her heir in her will, reconstruct Rhaenyra* and Baelon** and unnamed** and Joffrey** from their ashes? Pull Jacaerys** and Lucerys*** and Viserys**** out of their watery graves? Seriously, what?

*Rhaenyra was, y'know, the queen, and before that heir to the throne, she wasn't going to be the Arryn heir. **Heir to the throne before he died, so not going to be the Arryn heir. ***Heir to Driftmark before he died, so not going to be the Arryn heir. ****Not actually dead! Even though everyone thought he was when Jeyne was writing her will. But if he hadn't been, he would have been heir to the throne, so still not going to be the Arryn heir.

[ask-triangulum]

since you're experiencing some ✨forced bonding✨, do you have a favorite pines family member?

OH, GEE, I HAVE SUCH A GREAT SELECTION TO PICK FROM...

WE HAVE THE ONE WHO BETRAYED ME...

THE ONE WHO K̵̳̲̋̕Ĩ̵͖L̶͇̩̐͂L̶̲̟̎E̸̡̻̽Ḋ̸͉ ALMOST KILLED ME...

AND THE BRATS WHO HELPED THEM!

I GUESS OUT OF THE TWO OF THEM I LIKE SHOOTING STAR'S CHAOS, BUT SHE LOSES POINTS FOR USING ME AS HER PERSONAL MANNEQUIN...

WHICH MEANS PINE TREE WINS THE 'LEAST DESPISED OF MY FOUR MOST HATED ENEMIES THAT I'M FORCED TO LIVE WITH' AWARD.

IT'S KINDA CUTE THAT HE'S STILL AFRAID OF ME, HE THINKS I DON'T SEE HIM WATCHING ME.

SOMETIMES HE TRIES TO GET ME TO TELL HIM SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE - THE KIDS WARY, BUT HIS HUNGER FOR KNOWLEDGE SURE DOES REMIND ME OF SOMEONE ELSE SOMETIMES.

IT'S FUN WATCHING HIM TRY TO FIGURE OUT IF I'M TELLING HIM THE TRUTH HAHAHA!

9-4 19-20-9-12-12 11-9-12-12 20-8-5-13 1-12-12 9-6 7-9-22-5-14 20-8-5 3-8-1-14-3-5. 16-18-15-2-1-2-12-25 9-14 20-8-9-19 15-18-4-5-18.

[hatchetfield-omegaverse]

I’m curious about Howard Goodman’s family tree, not to be crude, but if Curt is Goodman’s grandfather who did Curt have a kid with(I assume he carried, but like who? I’d guess it’s Owen, but idk how much of SaF would be cannon to this au)

Ok, so this is a rough sketch of the family tree.

Excuse my crappy handwriting, I drew this up in 5 minutes flat.

So Lorraine marries Curt Mega Sr, and they have Agent Curt. Only Curt Sr dies before Curt is born.

Alice and Harold Carvour get married and have twins: Owen and Sergio. Not wanting two kids, they abandon Sergio in Cuba, where he grows up into the bomb boy we all know and love. Owen is then raised as an only child.

So, in my au, Curt and Owen mutually agree to retire right before the fall would have taken place. It's mainly because neither of them want to be apart any longer, but also because they've talked about starting a family and don't want to be active spies while parenting. Owen ends up taking the name Mega because his parents suck lol.

In 1960, Curt gives birth to twins: Owen Jr. (OJ for short) and Olivia Diane (Olivia was the name of Owen's paternal grandmother, who was his only positive parental figure growing up, and Diane is Lorie's middle name).

At some point in the 80's, Olivia meets Howard's other parent. For now, I have them labeled as Dad Goodman, but honestly, they could be any gender. They get married and have Howard.

Sergio also has a family, but that's not relevant to this, so I didn't add them. OJ, Olivia, and DG do not have second genders yet, so please send in your hcs.

[lailoken]

Hello there! What do you think happens to tree spirits or genus loci after their trees/sacred spaces are destroyed? Do you think we can talk here about them 'passing on' in some way, becoming, let's call it, the 'Green Dead'? Could that be possible? Or do they simply cease to exist?

Hello there!

This is a fascinating subject, but not one I have the easiest time explaining.

I believe that all living things possess a spirit that "moves on" after death. As such, I believe that trees— just like humans or centipedes—move through the Otherworld after phsycial death and into the Quietus, where they are rejoined with the Universal Wellspring and eventually "re-spun" into the pattern of the Wyrd.

That being said, I think certain plant souls can linger or be transformed into Gloaming Spirits in their own right. In this way, some trees may haunt a place (though, I imagine it would have to be a fairly old and powerful tree that was deeply disrespected), and other trees may become Fae spirits of the Elemental Clade. For all I know, the Arboreal Tutelary Spirits I venerate (such as the Elder Mother or the Juniper Mistress) were simply the firstborn souls of their respective plants, who went on after death to grow in power and wisdom as the ages passed.

It's hard for me to say more beyond that, but I do like your wording of "the green dead!"

[grimalkinmessor]

Afofa + trees + horror?

AFOFA/Horror/Trees

———

This was fear.

Running barefoot over wet peat and sharp rocks, branches whipping at his face and limbs, shadows stretching across his path—and above all, the feeling of being hunted.

This was fear.

Yoichi was gasping for breath, his lungs burning and his side throbbing as he ran for all he was worth. His brother's compound was behind him, somewhere beyond the thrush of trees, sirens blaring. All For One wouldn't be far behind.

Making it out hadn't been easy, but Yoichi had done it before. He'd had to get creative this time, rather than simply picking the lock and letting himself out. This time there had been guards, and cameras, and winding hallways, and hidden sensors and traps. Yoichi thought he might never make it out.

But now that he had, he saw yet another obstacle rearing its ugly head... He had no clue where he was.

Outside the compound was a seemingly endless stretch of forest, tall dark trees walling it in thickets, only one road leading out.

Yoichi's heart stopped as he heard a familiar whistle overhead, and then a loud BOOM from the warehouse. The ground shook beneath him, sending him stumbling.

All For One had arrived.

Pulse roaring in his ears, Yoichi slowed to a creep and continued, footsteps light and silent. He was suddenly, viciously glad that it had rained recently, the slick leaves muffling his path through the woods and making him hard to track. His brother would know his tells, would find his scent eventually, but Yoichi was banking on All For One's belief in his stubbornness to lead him to check the forest leading away from the road. Yoichi's time as a street rat had taught him how to survive—had taught them both—so he hoped All For One would see his own temptation to get as far away from civilization as possible to avoid being found, and assume Yoichi had given into the same.

But Yoichi was clever. Logical in ways his brother refused to be. He needed help, and he needed it fast.

Following the road from a distance would lead him to people. People who would muddle his scent, people who would overwrite his tracks, to concrete and metal where his footsteps wouldn't show and the sound of cars and the milling populace would drown out his heartbeat. But until then, he had to follow the faint lights from the road, hold his breath, and walk.

It was so dark that he could barely even see a foot in front of his face. The orange street lights flickering between the thick trunks were blinding, deepening already black shadows. Branches loomed like claws in front of him, stretching out as if to grasp at his clothes. His feet were muddy.

The sounds of the warehouse grew fainter as Yoichi quickly crept along, slipping from tree to tree like a thief. The trees began to thin a bit, and starlight was able to flit through the canopy above in wide swatches of sky.

It made Yoichi feel exposed.

Then, as if summoned by Yoichi's unease, a great rumble came from behind him, deeper than the first. It shook the ground and made him stumble, and then—a horrible series of cracks began to ring out from behind him, snaps and pops echoing like gunshots in the night.

Yoichi didn't hesitate. He lept into a full sprint in moments, determined to outrun whatever horror his brother had sent for him this time.

But, whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't this.

The forest behind him filled with horrible sounds; dirt bursting and falling, wood cracking and snapping, and—worst of all—a slow crescendoing chorus of... whispering...

"Hunt... Find..."

The rasp of many voices at once, chanting in unison. Voices that should not exist, voices that weren't human.

"Hunt... Find..."

The voices of the trees.

This was fear.

Yoichi sprinted through the pain in his side, the bloody burn in his lungs, unable to keep quiet now as his only hiding place was turned against him, gasping and stumbling as the forest came alive around him. Roots ripped themselves up from the ground, limbs became arms with which to crawl, branches became hands with which to grasp, to—

"Hunt..." the trees moaned. "Find..."

"Fuck," Yoichi gasped, his mad sprint only growing more frantic as the sounds grew closer. "Fuck, fuck this, fuck you, God fuck you Takashi!"

Yoichi could find beauty in any power. Could find any way to use it for good. To make it kind.

Only his brother could pollute such powers so thoroughly. Turn them into something grotesque.

Terrifying.

"Hunt—"

Too close, too close now, he wasn't going to make it. He had to get out of the treeline, he had to get to the road, but that would put him out in the open—

"—Find—"

Yoichi screamed, unable to help it as a tree crashed down just a hair behind him, branches flexing and curling like greedy fingers, like too-many-knuckled claws, just missing him. Without making the conscious decision to do so, Yoichi turned and ran for the road. It didn't matter. Fuck this. Anything would be better than this.

Wood snapped and snagged at his back, jagged maws of mouths in thick trunks hissing and groaning that horrible chant.

"Hunt... Find... Hunt..."

Something lashed around Yoichi's ankle, heat-seeking, and he shrieked as it yanked him harshly to the ground, his teeth clacking painfully together as he hit writhing dirt. Yoichi could barely hear himself think over the rush of his own pounding heart in his ears, over the sound of those horrendous voices, his own instinctive short sobs and cries of terror garbled beneath it all. His fingers dug into the forest floor, scrabbling desperately at damp leaves and leaving gouges in the mud as he was dragged backwards into a spindly cage, branches twisting to clamp around him like an owner plucking up a particularly unruly kitten.

Lifted from the ground, feet kicking, Yoichi struggled against his binds as he was brought close to a warped face in the bark of his captor. Drilled holes for eyes, split bark for a mouth, splintered needle teeth made up of its broken inner rings—

"Find," it hissed.

Yoichi was paralyzed.

Another horribly familiar whistle, and then a dark figure crested into view between the shifting tree tops.

All For One hovered directly above the scene, hands folded behind his back and one leg kicked up in interest. He leaned down with a taunting hum, slowly descending to touch down beside his creation. "There you are."

"You're vile," Yoichi rasped, jaw clenched and pupils small.

"Do you like them?" All For One went on, as if he hadn't heard. He patted the trunk of the tree that had hold of Yoichi like one would pat a dog. "It's not exactly a new power, but an old one combined with a new one. Plant Manipulation plus Golem. Normally it only works on a few things at once, but I've been practicing. Making it stronger."

All For One lept up again, coming up to float just in front of Yoichi. A gloved hand cupped his cheek gently, rubbing a thumb beneath his shining, glaring eyes.

"I knew that you would run," All For One whispered, eyes wide. Dangerous. "I'm not a fool. I could've made your prison impossible to escape from. Sunk you so deep beneath the earth that not even the bones of your heroes would be able to reach you. I wanted to show you how futile it is, trying to run from me. How little your efforts matter."

The tears sheening in Yoichi's eyes spilled over at last, slipping down to dampen All For One's hand. Yoichi bared his teeth at his brother in hissing despair. "I...hate you."

All For One smiled, eyes falling half-mast. "You may do so from your cell, if you must."

"Why?" Yoichi ground out, stifling the hiccup that wanted to escape. He hated crying in front of his brother. He always had, but especially now. Especially like this. "Why go this far? Why can't you just let me go? What purpose does keeping me serve!?" He shouted, thrashing again as anger began to bleed back over his fear.

He was stilled again by the tree tightening its grip until his ribs ached, forcing a ragged gasp out of him. His brother's hand slipped down to grab his jaw, tight enough to bruise. Yoichi squeezed his eyes shut and flinched away in disgust as All For One leaned forward and licked a hot stripe up his cheek, ending in a kiss at the corner of his eye. Drinking in his tears.

Hands sinking into Yoichi's tangled hair, All For One pressed his mouth to Yoichi's ear. "Because you're mine," he murmured, sounding so fond, so possessive, so certain that Yoichi's stomach swooped. "That's all the reason I've ever needed."

[ckret2]

Did you notice how in the 9 Days Until Book of Bill video everyone on the photograph is burnt except for Stanford and part of Mabel? Maybe it’s just me but I think they’re Bill’s favorites.

Ford and parts of Mabel and Stan.

The focus on Ford is obvious. What I've been wondering is whether leaving Stan & Mabel mostly intact is deliberate and meant to indicate something, or if it's just an unintended coincidence of where they are in the picture.

(If it IS intended... it's funny that Dipper is the only Pines left out lmfao)

[arttsuka]

I’ve been cracking up so hard at your Jedtavius-adopts-Augustus AU

In the AU I write Octavius WAS Augustus so instead they have Augustus’s daughter, Julia the Elder

I’d love to see your bust Augustus VS Julia in a conversation or something but only if you want. They’d fight so bad.

Realistically I don't think he'd be able to meet her but who cares. Originally i was going to make her a miniature but when I searched her online and the first thing that came up was her bust I instantly thought "like father like daughter" so here.

They'd definitely fight.

"Well, you don't have a torso"

"I wish I didn't have ears either so I wouldn't have to listen to you"

Another drawing of her (this turned out better but I'm too tired to redraw the first one, sorry)

I used this as a reference (technically there was another bust of her presumably but it didn't have a nose and I don't think I can draw her without a nose :/ )

Honestly it would make more sense if Octavius was Augustus but like, I still think it's funnier this way (also my research was done at 5 in the morning I wasn't exactly in a position to think clearly. Don't make aus at 5 in the morning people)

[nalyra-dreaming]

I have a wild ass theory that present day Lestat is buried under that tree. I just wanna put it out there lol. That tree bugs the heck out me. I used to work at a nursery and people would buy trees in memory of Loved ones. Or even a dead pet they would plant a tree alongside them. I remember a teaser where Louis is emerging from gravel. Was that present day?

:))) I agree it likely is a "mourning tree", but I think it is for Claudia.

And yes, emerging from gravel in a box... I do think that is present day, yes. We'll see. It definitely has to be after... certain events, but we'll see which event it will be.

But the tree bears significance, definitely. And the gravel around it, too. Which, btw, Jacob said he took some stones from to spread them around NOLA, symbolically "spreading Louis' ashes".

So... we might want to prepare ourselves. :)

[waitineedaname]

I think the first time I cried watching mp100 was the scene at the end of the broccoli arc where dimple waves at mob omg I’m tearing up now thinking about it. Why does a little green guy make me so emotional??? Season 3 goes hard.

this ask got me to rewatch that scene and man im gonna cry about it all over again. fuck. dimple loves that kid so much?? he's so proud of him???? im gonna explode. the way mob keeps looking back too 😭 i can't believe some of the best character development is the goddamn green fart cloud that's introduced as a minor villain

[redux-iterum]

Is Rockfall no longer greystripe's father? Seems like severing that tie helps a lot in minimizing the familial trees! I hope yall throw together family trees for the other clans too when you get the chance!

That's the main retcon, yes! Thank god we never named him in the series itself, eh?

[sprolden]

WAHOOING SANTA CLAUS????

having a baby with santa claus in the sims 4 actually gives you a superpowered baby and if you marry him you get rich immediately bc he's loaded. tell me you wouldn't