#but I’m rambling and should sleep

[wispscribbles]

*whispers* hey gang. i finished writing ‘no rest for the wicked’. will post it one of the next days after reading it through <3

[arlo-rose]

2 years, 3 months, and 13 days can make a lot of difference :]

(June 23, 2022 - October 5, 2024)

[dailydoseofdragon]

It’s Pride Month =}

[oblivionsdream]

If I were to theoretically make a Jingly Menace x Knight comic I would probably do it in a more casual slice of life style while following a loose plot. Nothing too high stakes. Just fun times with possibly the occasional bit of angst thrown in if I’m feeling dramatic.

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

okay, please do one more of the tired Marty and the group of Doc’s….PLEASE

Ask and you shall receive. I hope this silly thing shall suffice :)

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The transcription for my terrible handwriting -

(@ the garage)

Doc: Marty! I came as soon as I-

Doc (cont.): -could.

Marty: Your turn.

(Arrows: Half Asleep, On Fire (literally), covered in soot)

(Fun fact! Not a single party of Marty’s current state (aside from the lack of sleep) is the Docs’ fault! Good ol’ McFly luck strikes again!)

THUD

Docs: MARTY!

So this came to me in a dream today and well it works so behold. This is about an hour after the initial phone call thanks to Jules and Verne asking many questions as Doc was trying to leave and he’d rather they not follow him this time. As for what I mean by the McFly luck- Marty and his ancestors are extremely unlucky. Let’s be honest. To some degree all of them have either directly been unlucky or had their choices result in mild to severe disaster. In this instance specifically it means while trying to move from point A to point B Marty fell half asleep, tripped, knocked a dustpan of ash onto himself, somehow lit himself on fire, and damn near collapsed onto the doorframe. Someone force this kid to take a nap. Please.

[divine-victory]

I need to stop being on tumblr after midnight. Because before midnight I am reading the Tommy haters content and going “haha that’s so unnecessarily petty is actually kinda funny”

And then I’ll read a Buddie shippers are delusional and they suck and Tevan is endgame post and I’m like “haha my multishipper heart is big enough for Buddie Tevan AND buddietommy”

But after midnight my feelings are hurt by every post.

Wdym you hate Tommy because he didn’t stand up to his horrible terrible boss that bullies people he doesn’t like? You hate people that aren’t perfect? You don’t think people deserve the chance to grow? You don’t think that the fact that Chimney is close enough friends with Tommy for Him to call him up and ask him to RISK HIS JOB AND LIFE ON A HUNCH speaks to his current character? Why? Are you telling me you hate me specifically?

And like it’s not that deep. Bro. Chill Dee. Seriously.

Then I’ll see a post that swings wildly the other way and it’s like Tommy is the only one who truly loves Buck. His friends are mean and they treat him poorly and Buddie shippers are delusional and I’ll take that as a personal attack.

Like chill Dee you’ve been here for like 2 weeks.

[too-many-rooks]

Finished season 3, enjoyed it so so much - exceeded my expectations and avoided my worst fears and I am brimming with many many thoughts

[piigeonss]

I just realized that I’m acquiring an rbf (resting bitch face) and I am scared

[skyward-floored]

Hmmm I could post the first chapter of yet another fic I haven’t shared much of

...no, no I should not do that actually I have three million other things I need to finish

[kairithemang0]

I’d like to think Owen convinced himself after a while that the only was to actually move on from Curt fully was to kill him. He could’ve said he was over him all he wanted but deep down he knew that as long as Curt lived and didn’t die by his hands (specifically his, if it were someone else’s it wouldn’t work) he wouldn’t be over him. So he thought about all these ways he could kill Curt but when he finally could kill him he realized he’d never be over him because Curt was just that important to him and that no matter how hard he tried he’d never reach a point where he could actually kill Curt.

Thinking about it this way “Here’s some advice Curt, it’s called moving on. Do give it a try” sounds like he’s more of pleading for death. If moving on means killing for these two in this case, you could say he’s saying “Here’s an idea Curt, it’s called shooting me in the head, do give it a try.” And Curt read it that way and understood that neither of them were ever going to get over each other while they both were alive and also all the Chimera stuff going on and Curt’s mission to take down the empire Owen was helping build. Maybe Chimera represents all Owen meant to him and he needs to break that all down to really get over Owen but that first step needed to happen. In the words of Ted Spankoffski, take out the head and the whole thing goes down. Owen was, to Curt, the face of Chimera. He needed Owen gone so he could get rid of the rest of Chimera. Also Curt yknow shot Owen in the head so he really did go for the head there.

[anabetel35]

If you like Kuwei, whatever you do, just don’t think about how he probably grew up isolated from his peers because of his father’s status. How he probably took to reading because no one around him could spare a single second for him. How, when he and his father had to flee the country and were captured by the Fjerdans, he probably realized that what happened to him was a perfect backstory for a main character of some epic story. How, when he had to watch his father try to create a drug that could enslave and kill nearly all Grisha in the world, people just like the two of them, his biggest comfort came from the silly belief that at the end of his story, he too would have everything that he wanted — a family, a lover, a friend, just anyone who would finally care about him. Recognition. Joy. Love.

How, when his father died and he was left alone, a small, delusional, cruel part of him was almost sure that it was necessary for him to then be loved. How, when the Crows came for him, deep down, he fully expected them to be his new family. How, even when everyone was cold to him on the ship, he still tired to convince himself that it was because one of theirs was on the brink of death. How he dumbly tried to tell himself that they won’t actually turn him over to the merchant that wants him because they’re reasonable people. How he spent his days and nights in a cold tomb, pushing down the memories of his now dead father and his grim future, all alone, curled up in a corner.

How he had developed a crush on Jesper, bright, kind, warm Jesper, as if he could do anything else, and then had to watch helplessly as that ray of sunshine ignored him, as he got closer to the boy that had his face. How his skills and efforts were ignored just because what he might know seemed far more important to the people around him. How, not more than two days before the auction where his death would be faked, he got kissed by the man he began to adore and then was disliked for it by the only member of the team that actually tried to befriend him for a while.

How he had to stand tall in front of all the people, all those merchants, the royalty, the warriors, the guards, the farmers, the children, everyone, all the people who came to the Church of barter just to see who he’d be sold to. How he had to trust the six teens who only had qualms about killing him because he was worth a whole lot of money, with his life as different governments called out numbers that could feed the whole world for an entire lifetime. How the last thing that he could’ve seen before he died if the bullet that hit his chest missed his button even by a single hair, was the chaos ‘Brekker and his Crows’ started.

How, when he woke up, he barely had any time to calm down because one of the teens, the Drüskelle, was dead. How he now had to mourn him now, too, along with all that he lost. How, when he was laying down on the ship to pretend he’s dead, he realized that the people he saw as his saviors less than two months ago, and as the thing that he wanted more than life, didn’t care for him at all anymore. That they might even be happier if he died. How, as he neared the sea, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d let his one chance at happiness higher along the canal and that he was now destined for a life of despair.

How, when he arrived to the Little Palace, he wasn’t met with kindness or friendly faces. How he had to hide the fact that the thing he worked on day and night was the cure to a drug that his father had created, a drug that could’ve destroyed Grisha all around the world. How he was their only hope in the war against Fjerda. How he spent his nights awake dreaming of being a part of the family that the Crows clearly were. How he couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere he went.

Most importantly of all, don’t think about the fact that he’d been alone all his life.

[fastorslow]

I have to be up in 2 hours… I might pull an all-nighter for like the second time in my life

[the-witchhunter]

By the way, when ghosts and Ancients appear, should there be any visual effects and sensations? Like Frostbite? A drop in temperature? Surfaces becoming crusted with ice?

For example, a headcanon on Danny who is a cosmic Ancient, an eldritch, a cryptid, a ghostly entity. How would all of this affect him showing up next to a human?

That’s a pretty broad question

If we’re talking canon, not really. Canon ghosts are more sci-fi in nature so unless they have immediate effects on their surroundings, which some do but those are exceptions to the rule

If we’re talking outside of canon the sky is the limit

If we’re talking more real world folklore approach, changes in temperature are pretty standard and as an icy spirit frostbite would probably have a more drastic effect so frost on some surfaces would make sense. The feeling of being watched comes up a lot, hair standing on end, and a lot of times people report catching a sudden whiff of some smell specifically associated with the ghost or spirit. A lot of times the person’s perfume or cologne is that smell but can be other things

Danny is interesting because even among ghosts he’s already unique. If we’re talking Danny in human form I imagine his presence is a lot like being around something giving of a strong electromagnetic field or a source of infrasound aka it makes you feel paranoid, gives you a sense of dread as your brain picks up on something being off without you consciously realizing what it is, and causing slight visual hallucinations, like spots or movement in the corner of your vision

I certainly think it’s interesting to incorporate those kinds of elements but I wouldn’t go as far as say someone should. it just depends what you’re going for. It does make the ghosts feel a little more ghostly though which is something I personally enjoy

[kitcats-1-braincell]

Damn it today’s gonna be another missed day!! Sorry!! I had to do last minute school things but tomorrow I’m definitely gonna do something!! Maybe even today and tomorrow’s prompts!! Or some au art? Who knows!!

[athena-xox]

Someone needs to stop me from getting too much into the lore of enchantimals because no one cares and everyone just wants it to connect back to EAH and like I should finish my 1billion EAH projects but also it’s so tempting to go through the whole YouTube channel, find the specials, find the books, document the website and document the dolls because there’s like no one else in the enchantimal crazy lore game. I mean obviously we know I’m the best of the EAH crazies but like .. no competition HMM HMM

[knight-princess]

You know while the fact that so many of our queer shows are getting cancelled, shortened or even taken off air entirely (in Willow’s case) fucking sucks, I am so glad to have seen them. I want to hold that. My joy that they have come to exist at all. Even in a world that is still hostile or apathetic in so many ways. They have been made. I have seen them. I have seen myself. That means so much. And all the people who have fought tooth and nail for every character and scene that has brought me joy, helped me feel seen, helped me feel comfortable in my own skin, I want to say thank you