#cartoon therapy fanfic

[moonbeam-dragon]

Fanders come jump on this concept

I love this song. It's so relatable. I think you guys would like it regardless.

Anyways think about this with the Sides and/or Dr. Picani. Fanart, animatics, edits, and songfics.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Me: ”Maybe my mental health isn’t that bad”

my favorite comfort characters through the years:

*Regulus Black

(Young version though)

[canvas-the-florist]

The Imitation Game

Ship(s): Analogical

Warnings: Major Character Death and Undeath, body horror, blood and injury, unreliable narrator, misunderstandings, and morally ambiguous Emile Picani

Summary: This is a Big Bang fic hosted by @tss-storytime. After the consequences of someone else’s actions, Logan finds himself moving into a new apartment to lie low. Despite knowing nothing about what happened, or what’s supposed to happen next, Logan complies. That is, until he begins to make new friends and new discoveries about who he is. And who he was supposed to be. Meanwhile Virgil is convinced that Patton's new neighbor is absolutely a murderer. And will do anything to prove it. If you like this fic, I'm going to be posting the rest of the story on ao3. Here's the link.

Art was done by @tastic-in-its-finest and you can find it here!

Word Count: (for this chapter) 3k

Chapter One - Lungs

The first feeling, or experience rather, Logan has is unbridled anguish. He doesn’t remember much of it. His body gives him a sharp spike of electricity when he moves his neck, clearly as a result of what occurred. The shaking of their palms when they were made to look someone in the eyes. A fear he couldn’t place the origin of. Logan’s body felt wrong to exist in. It felt wrong to be there at all. His body feels as if it was dismantled and reattached slightly differently. Functional, but not the same. Logan had begun adjusting to the changes far quicker than his muscle memory could. It hurt to stand too long, a pain coming from his spine would trail its way to his legs, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Logan was reminded of this fact when one of their knees locked, and he forced himself to fall to the side so he could catch himself. His entire weight supported by one leg and his hands on the edges of the kitchen counter. Logan slowly led himself to sit on his couch, easing himself into a lying position. He took a slow, deep breath.

Breathing is a difficult sensation to get used to. It’s supposed to be constant, quiet, and easy. And yet it’s so integral to survival. Especially for a being with lungs. You have to breathe in oxygen, and out carbon dioxide. A consistent transfer of elements with your body holding the key to change. If you hold your breath, the carbon dioxide holds a heavy space in your lungs, poisoning the rest of your organs. If you breathe too quickly, risk tiring yourself out, and accomplishing nothing by speeding up the endless repetition. Both can lead to fainting or passing out. What a fickle way to live, to survive. 

So imagine Logan’s surprise that everyone around him could do this without thinking. This was normal. And he was not. Now was their chance to be just like the others, with working lungs, a working body, and a working heart. It wasn’t pleasant to feel constant changes within himself in a manner he couldn’t control. Nothing could truly be perfectly measured or predicted or controlled. Logan pressed his left thumb pad against his right index finger, cradling the right hand softly, and felt the small ridges of fingerprints conflict with their paths next to each other. This was one of the new sensations they didn’t mind. He did this while reminding himself to breathe, concerned that his judgment would lapse and he would simply die too early on in his existence. Logan thought about feeling, and if he had enough time to get used to the stimulus he didn’t used to have access to. A sudden flash of pain went past his neck, causing him to suddenly tilt his head to the left. He exhaled loudly, with a shudder, to keep his composure. Logan didn’t know a lot about social conventions but screaming every time he felt an ounce of discomfort definitely did not fit that criteria. However, he was new to the apartment complex, so perhaps that was actually acceptable and he would have to discover that later. 

Logan wanted to get this all under control within the next ten minutes, though he wasn’t accurately able to tell how long he had been laying down when the static that seemed to follow him blocked his vision. Breathing was still difficult. Still present. A reminder that they were failing their objective already. That this wasn’t going to plan. He was going to die on day one. Despite the severity of everything Logan felt (he FELT things now), he wasn’t allowed to give up. That was explicitly against the rules. 

With the overpowered conviction of doing what he was told, Logan laid on the couch silently. A pain in his lungs, a throbbing in his head. Well, technically the pain was coming from his nerves sending signals to his… brain. Logan frowned, almost pulled from the sensation of his lungs being crushed by a hydraulic press by the reminder. His brain. Logan still didn’t fully understand how he worked, even if he knew the components that made him up. They desperately wanted to. Just to know. Logan enjoyed learning. He didn’t know a lot about himself, but he knew that. Logan wanted to learn.

He pressed the palms of his hands against his closed eyes, somehow that specific type of pressure alleviated the pain. There was a knock on his door after a few minutes. It was his first day living in this apartment. Logan was told to expect greetings from neighbors, in some regard. But this felt overwhelming still. 

Logan ignored them.

The next day was filled with duller pain, but still ever present. His neck creaked loudly as he tilted his head from side to side. Logan had to leave the apartment today. This was something he always knew he had to do, but didn’t know if he wanted to. Well, he did know. He absolutely wanted to stay hidden away from the world for the rest of time. But… Logan turned on his phone, to reread the message he had gotten. Emile wanted to see him, and they were going to meet up at a café. His text was… long and hard to parse through. Even though Logan had trouble discerning tone a majority of the time, they got the sense that Emile was more excited about this than Logan would be able to be. After looking at themself in the mirror for entirely too long, washing the dried blood from his neck, and getting dressed, he left the apartment. Logan struggled locking the door, having to try about six times, and just hoped that no one would notice long enough for him to appear normal. 

He was on the second floor, defined by a walled off balcony wrapping around the exterior of the building to connect each apartment to a shared space. Logan was about to reach the stairs down when a man walked into him. Or perhaps it was his fault, it was hard to tell really. Logan stepped back, almost affronted by the contact. The person was tall, with thin and long box braids wrapped in a bun. He had rectangle glasses with rounded edges and a smile on his face. It made Logan instantly uncomfortable looking anywhere near his eyes, so they looked away.

“Howdy!” … What? The man continued. “Sorry for bumping into you, that’s my bad. You’re the one who just moved in right? What’s your name?”

This was possibly worse than everything Logan had ever experienced. He wasn’t entirely sure how high (metaphorically) that bar was, but it was probably significant. Logan didn’t respond for a few awkwardly silent seconds. They coughed, preparing his throat to speak. “I’m… I did just move in, yes. My name is Logan. Logan Clay.” Was he doing this right? How were you supposed to tell? The man was still looking at him like he expected something. Logan went through all they remembered from practicing. Oh! Right… “What’s your name?”

“The name’s Patton Nasir, neighbor!” He reached out his hand, looking… concerned(?) when Logan instinctively flinched away. Patton quickly retracted his hand before Logan even said anything about it, placing it gracefully on his hip. “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, Logan! I live just next door. 214. So if you need help with anything, I’m always there for you.”

Was this genuine? Was there a way to tell? Logan just nodded. “Thank you, Patton. I’ll be sure to contact you if such a situation arises. I have to go now.”

Patton laughed. Logan just stared slightly to the left of his face, almost simulating true eye contact with his neighbor. “Of course, I didn’t mean to keep you, buddy. I hope you have a good day!”

He waved and walked past Logan, who just stood there as the conversation left the air, reminding themself to breathe. His neck still hurt, as if his splenius capitis would burn whenever he moved his head. Logan shook his head, despite knowing the action only exacerbated the pain. Logan finally got to continue walking to meet Emile, walking down the concrete stairs with a sense of urgency. He made sure to look at the directions on his phone so he wouldn’t get lost. Perhaps he looked at them a little too frequently. It took just about ten minutes and forty three seconds to reach the café. A local establishment with a patio that contained three tables. Two of those three had striped umbrellas over them. 

Emile was sitting at the table holding a disposable cup with a lid, presumably filled with coffee. It was as much of a relief as a great anxiety to finally see him. Logan walked up to the table with a sense of urgency that wasn’t shared with their companion. Emile smiled easily, his scrunched nose lightly displacing his glasses. 

“Hello, Logan! Do you how do?” He greeted.

If this were any other individual, Logan would be concerned at the nonsensical manner he held himself with. But this was Dr. Emile Picani, the only person he truly knew. The only person who knew… Logan. Himself. Logan nodded. “I’m doing adequate, Emile. Should I… order something too?”

“Not if you don’t want to.” Emile responded simply. “Did you have breakfast yet?”

Logan froze. He did a mental check of his body. His neck screaming (metaphorically), his hands still shaking, his stomach… People were supposed to eat regularly. He knew that. Logan was told that, and they knew that they had to do that too. Fuck. “I have not had breakfast yet.”

Somehow, Emile could read his tone, even when Logan himself could not. He frowned. “Logan… have you eaten anything since you left the hospital yesterday?”

“I drank water.” He supplied, as if that was a perfect substitute.

Emile stood up, the metal chair screeched loudly, and suddenly Logan had to resist the urge to drag his nails through the skin of his ears. “Let’s get you some coffee.”

Who was Logan to disobey? Emile ordered for him, and assured him of what he had gotten. Black coffee and a simple sandwich. They sat back down together. Logan drank the bitter drink, but mostly because it was expected of them. Despite the casual setting, the public atmosphere, this was a meeting. Logan knew that. Emile was acting like this because Logan didn’t know how to act yet. He appreciated it immensely. Logan started eating the sandwich, with dry bread and bland ingredients. 

“I’m glad you liked it. You… You used to order this same thing every morning.” Emile looked down, with a smile, but Logan didn’t think he was actually happy. “Anyways! Have you made any new friends yet or unpacked yet?”

Logan swallowed his food, setting his sandwich back down. He felt all the different components of his neck conflict with one another, reminding him of the constant searing pain that had incapacitated him the day before. A pain that wasn’t supposed to be there. “No, I haven’t. I thought… I was supposed to keep a low profile?”

It came out like a question, because he felt as though Emile’s questions contradicted the prior instructions he had given. Keep a low profile. Keep the secrets. Stay hidden. Were they intended to balance those objectives with a social life? Interior design? Logan reminded himself to breathe at a consistent pace. That was a lot of rules to uphold all at once, but he could do it. Emile expected them to, and they wouldn’t want to let him down. Not after all he had done for them. Emile just looked confused, similar to how Logan… felt. Hm.

“Logan, I don’t want to keep you from making new connections!” Emile exclaimed, his voice filled with a worry Logan didn’t understand. “Besides, an empty apartment and a lone hermit is… a little more suspicious than, say, hiding in plain sight like Constantine from Muppets Most Wanted.”

He gave back a blank stare. 

“Yeah… I don’t think you’ve ever seen that movie, even before everything.” Emile admitted. “I just mean: it’s going to be better for everyone if you settle down a little bit more, and nurture new friendships with your neighbors. You need to establish friendships and trust or… Or none of this is going to work. Or at least try! If nothing works out, you’ll still be meeting with me here every week! We can figure stuff out.”

It was reassuring, knowing that he wasn’t alone. Logan didn’t really know much about what to do or what he should be like. But Emile did. He really needed the guidance. “Thank you, Emile. I appreciate that. I will… ‘settle down’, when I am able.”

His friend smiled at him, with a type of pride Logan didn’t feel. He was mostly scared of what was going to happen to him. Emile smiled at him like everything was already going perfectly. It wasn’t exactly lying, but it was optimistic. Even though it was confirmation that the two were in this together, Logan still felt uncomfortable.

Emile left first, having the obligations of a job. He was working part time at a lab while he worked on his psychology degree. Logan… had a job. It was more freelance. They didn’t start until the next day. Logan collected the leftover dishes and trash, walking back inside to put them where they belonged. The plates went on a stack of other dishes also used that day, while the trash went into the nearest trash receptacle. He looked around, as if someone was there to tell him he did a good job. The only person there was a barista with sunglasses on scrolling on vaer phone with minimal interest. Vaey looked up at Logan, raising an eyebrow. Logan felt uncomfortable instantly and decided to leave. 

They spent the rest of the day organizing their new living space. The boxes didn’t contain a whole lot. Emile told him that he would have to go shopping on his own to accommodate anything that was missing. Logan suspected that Emile got him a job for that exact reason. So they could be more self-sufficient. Ironic, that Logan wouldn’t be able to do any of this without him. Logan thought this over while figuring out where to put their skillets and pans. He eventually took a break to eat, something he was determined not to forget again. Logan hadn’t cooked much before so settled for an oatmeal mix that Emile had packed him. They were not a big fan of the flavor. They ate it anyway. Logan had finished washing the two dishes he had used when someone had knocked on the door. His headache, well all of his aches really, were still bothering him profusely. But he was supposed to make connections right? 

Patton was holding a ziploc bag when Logan opened the door. The man was smiling, as if it was his default expression. He held it out to them. “I meant to give these to you yesterday, but… I’m giving them to you now! They’re chocolate chip cookies so I can take them back if you’re gluten free or allergic to chocolate or-”

He was just as nervous as Logan was. It didn’t seem to click until that moment. Logan took the back from his hands and looked up at Patton. “Thank you, for welcoming me to the neighborhood. You seem like a kind person, Patton.”

They didn’t really intend to cut off whatever Patton was talking about, but he didn’t particularly seem to mind. “Of course, thank you for the compliment! We’re going to start a whole chain of ‘thank you’s if we keep this up. I can’t wait to get to know you.”

Patton left after that, but what he had said ringed in Logan’s ears. 

I can’t wait to get to know you.

He repeated this as he got dressed for bed. He repeated it as he brushed his teeth. As he stared into the mirror for too long. As they put their glasses on the box they were using as a nightstand. Logan couldn’t wait to know himself too. They reminded themself to breathe, and continued to do so until it became even again. I can’t wait to get to know you. What a polite, kind thing to say to a stranger. 

Logan took a long deep breath in as he dug his fingers into the back of his neck. He gagged, feeling himself breathe heavier and faster. The skin between his spine and skull shifted to make room for the change. They searched around the blood and nerves, until latching to a specific cord. It resisted his grasp as Logan repressed the urge to flail. Clawing, clawing, clawing. He pulled the cord out slowly, feeling it rake against his organic matter. It collected blood as the end finally surfaced. Logan took a heavy breath, letting himself collapse forwards. A second was needed to catch his breath, to calm themself down. He wiped the blood off the cap protecting the end, before taking it off. Logan then plugged the cord into the glowing box underneath his bed. They felt the jolt of electricity enter their body as the cord began glowing a soft orange that mirrored the box.

Laying on their side, facing away from the box, was the only comfortable way to sleep. Not that they imagined they would do much of that. Despite trying, Logan didn’t feel fully human. Because he wasn’t, not really. Not like Emile, not like Patton. But he did wonder. Would this ever stop hurting? Would he ever stop hurting? Being a human was constantly being in pain. At least, that’s what it seemed like. Logan attempted to halt their thinking as they ignored the heat emanating from their neck, and the frantic breaths drawn for their lungs.

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[enbypossum]

🖤🩶A little Family~

In which Elliott learns to trust someone and becomes part of a family pt 2.

TW: Glass, blood, crying, Cursing, self deprecating thoughts, mentions of a past abusive relationship, anxiety, fowl language, embarrassment, and very passionate Disney lovers who might've taken things too far.

(Let me know if I should add more.)

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~~~Remus~~~

Remus and Emile were both lying in bed awake at 2:00 am. Every time Remus attempted to close his eyes, Emile would get up and try to check on Elliott, and Remus would have to stop him. It was like a new vicious cycle that better not be a problem for the next two months.

Currently Emile was looking through his notebook, specifically the notebook that contained all the information he knew about Elliott, specifically the type of stuff they discussed in therapy (before they stopped going that is.) "What was Elliott even doing at a bar? They don't drink." Emile asks.

"Put the notebook away, Emile." Remus tells him, trying to keep its eyes open.

"And where was Mitchell tonight? Why didn't Elliott call him?"

"And why is the sky blue? Why are the trees green?" Remus mocks.

"Why did they stop going to therapy? There has to be a reason, right?" Emile bit his fingers, anxiously.

Clearly, Emile wasn't listening. "Emile?"

"Yeah?" he asked, only half paying attention.

Remus sighed, He got up and gently removed Emiles fingers from his mouth.

"Sorry," Emile mumbles.

"Sweetheart, you're stressing yourself out," Remus says. “Get some sleep."

"I just want to help Elliott," He says, "something is wrong, I have to figure it out."

"And I just want to sleep, Emile. Can we please just sleep? They're sleeping, you can talk to them tomorrow."

"Maybe I should check on them?" Emile suggests.

"No, they're fine, Emi. I promise."

"I just need to make sure."

"No, you really don't."

"But-"

"They're an adult, they can take care of themselves." Remus reasons.

"Using my own words against me?" Emile hummed. “Smart."

Remus sighs, brushing the loose hairs from Emiles face. "Listen, I know you want to take care of them, but I promise they can take care of themself. If they need something, they'll ask."

Emile sighed. “You're right. I just have this feeling something is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, everyone is ok."

Emile nodded. “Okay.”

They both finally went back to bed. Remus held on to Emile, cuddling him close. Things finally seemed to calm down enough for them to sleep, until suddenly they heard a loud ‘CRASH!' from the kitchen. Both Remus and Emile ran down the stairs as fast as they could to see what was going on.

"Elliott?" Emile called out, not seeing them anywhere.

They only heard crying from the kitchen as a response.

Elliott was curled up on the floor crying near some broken glass, one crutch was next to them, the other was on the other side of the kitchen. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!”" They cried, not looking up at either of them.

They must've lost their balance while trying to get something to drink. "Oh Elliott," Emile sighed. “Are you alright?"

"I bwoke it, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to do it-it just slipped."

"That's not the only thing that slipped.” Remus mumbles to Emile.

Emile nodded. “Yup.”

Remy sighed and walked out of their room. "What the hell is going-? Oh." When they saw Elliott, they all knew what was going on.

Elliott was regressed.

Remy turned to their brother, 'did you know?' They mouthed.

Emile only raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to the crying little. "It's ok, Elliott. No one is mad at you, I promise."

"B-but I-" They cried harder. "I-"

Remus made his way through the kitchen to reach Elliott without stepping on any glass. “Are you hurt?"

Elliott nodded. “Yeah...g-glass on me."

"Where? Can I see?" Remus asks.

Elliott reluctantly shows it their shaking hand which was covered in blood. "I fell, and i-it hurt me."

"Oh, you poor thing. It'll be ok, Elliott. I can help you." Remus took a clean rag from the kitchen drawer next to them and wrapped it around their hand. Which made them wince.

Emile smiled sympathetically at Elliott. He couldn't help but feel bad about all of this, even if it wasn't really his fault. He looked over at Remus with a serious look. “What do we need to do?"

"Well, first, we'll need to wash the wound with soap and water, then I can take care of it."

"Ok, let me clean up the glass, can you help Remus with Elliott?" Emile asked Remy.

Remy nodded and made their way over to Remus and Elliott. "Hey, buddy, having a rough day?" Remy asks.

Elliott nods, tears still staining their face.

Remy held Elliott's unscathed hand. “It'll be ok, you're ok. We're not going to hurt you, but we have to wash your hand, so it'll heal, ok?"

Elliott nodded, "Mkay."

Remus got up and grabbed one of the kitchen stools and moved it in front of the sink, "ok, let's get you cleaned up." Remus says.

Emile finished sweeping up the glass as best as he could, then helped Remy get Elliott up and then sat down on the stool so that Remus could clean the wound with warm water.

Elliott whined when the water hit the cut.

Emile rubbed their arm slowly. “It's ok, Elliott. Everything will be ok."

“Hurts.” Elliott cries.

“I know, it's going to hurt for a bit, but then it'll be so much better.” Emile explains.

When Remus was done cleaning their wound, he wrapped a different rag around their hand.

"Alright, now we need to move you back to the couch." Remus said.

Elliott nodded. “Kay."

Remus holds out his arms towards them, "is it ok if I carry you?" He asked. He didn't want Elliott to accidentally step on any glass Emile might've missed.

Elliott nods, holding out their arms to Remus.

"Alright," Remus lifts them up carefully. And sets them down on the couch. Remy helps by grabbing two pillows to properly elevate their leg.

"Let me see your hand, Elliott." Remus says.

They give Remus their hand but close their eyes tightly, preparing themselves for any pain.

Remus looks it over. “Ok, I'm gonna need the first aid kit."

Emile nods and runs to the bathroom to grab it.

"You just have the worst luck ever, don't you, babe?" Remy asked them.

Elliott only wines softly at the comment.

"Would some almond milk help you feel better?" Remy asked.

They nod slowly, seeming reluctant at first.

When Emile returned, he gave Remus the kit and handed Elliott their pacifier.

Elliott was grateful, they gave Picani a small smile and thanked him with the pacifier still in their mouth.

Remy returned with a bottle of warm vanilla almond milk and handed it to Elliott.

"Tank you.” They say softly.

Remy and Emile both smiled, Elliott is such a polite little.

Remus put some disinfectant on their wound, then some sort of cream, and finally covered it with a bandage. “Alright, we're all done now, it's gonna hurt for a little while, but if it gets worse, let me know. Ok?"

They nod. "Tank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Do you need anything else?" Remus asks.

They shook their head, not very convincingly. They were probably still nervous.

"Alright. Let me know if you do, ok?" Remus asks. “You don't have to be scared."

Elliott nods, small tears still escaping their eyes.

"You're safe, Elliott." Picani reminds. “We'll be upstairs if you need anything, and Remy is going to be right through that door.” Emile points to Remy's room.

Elliott nods. “Tay.”

Remus, Emile, and Remy were about to return to their rooms-

"Is-"

All three of them stopped and waited for Elliott to continue.

"Door...locked?" Elliott asked, looking terrified this time.

Remus smiles. He walks over to the door and checks. “Yup, you're safe."

Elliott sighs in relief. “Otay, good."

Remus leans over and kisses the top of Elliott's head. "Goodnight, Elliott. Try to get some sleep, okay?”

They offer a small smile in return; they do seem to feel safer now.

Emile and Remus finally went back upstairs, and Remy went back to their room.

Emile looks at Remus. "You're so good with them."

Remus sighed. “Thanks, I try. Now, will you please get some sleep so I can sleep?" He asked.

Emile kissed Remus softly. “Yeah. There's still something about them though...something wrong."

"It'll be ok, Emi." Remus says.

"I'm going to ask them if they want to stay until their leg heals. I don't expect them to say yes after what just happened, but would that be ok with you?"

"So long as it doesn't affect your own mental health, sleeping patterns, or regression. They can stay as long as they want. Deal?"

Emile smiled. “Deal."

~~~Morning: Elliott~~~

"Remus!" Someone yelled walking into the house that morning, slamming the door behind them.

Elliott woke with a jolt. “What the hell?" They asked.

A very handsome guy Elliott had never met was now standing in the living room.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, I honestly forgot you were here. I just need to find Remus. I have this amazing news! I'm a writer, and my book just- what am I doing? You don't care. Remus!" He shouted, less loudly towards the stairs.

"Oh my god, Roman, it's Saturday. What do you want?" Remus asked, walking down the stairs with a very groggy Picani, both resembled the walking dead.

"I'm sorry, I just got the best news!" The dapper red-haired adonis says with such charming glee.

"This better be important.” Remus grumbles.

"Oh, it is. My book was picked up by a real publisher. It's finally being published!" He says.

"What?" Remus asked excitedly.

Emile yawned. "Oh my god, Roman. That's amazing!”

"I know right?" he squealed. “Ten years of writing, finally paid off!”

Picani stretches with another yawn escaping him. “Let me make some coffee, I'll celebrate your accomplishment later."

Roman chuckled. "Okie dokie.“ Roman then turned his attention to Remus. “Rough night?"

Remus nods. "Yeah, stayed up kinda late, it was just one emergency after the next."

"Oh, shit. Everyone ok?" Roman asks.

Remus nods. “Everyone is fine."

"Good."

The two of them sat at the dining room table. "Okay. So, back to your book." Emile says.

"I was starting to think it would never happen, but it did. It's so crazy, I- I'm going to be a real published author."

"Dad's gonna freak out, He hates being wrong." Remus says.

"Ha, want to be there when I tell him?"

"I'd rather live a while, thanks. What did Virgil say?"

"They're still not answering their phone. I was going to tell him first. He's been so helpful with the editing and constructive criticism. But they're probably too preoccupied with Logan to notice the missed calls." He says, sulking.

"I'm sure that's not true. Maybe they're asleep." Emile says.

"Yeah, probably." Roman says. “I got to meet Logan last night, by the way.”

“Oh? Gossip?” Remus asks.

“He has glasses.” Roman says.

“Glasses are hot.” Remus says, turning to Emile.

Their conversation was starting to fade in the background when Elliott looked down at their hand. The memories of last night just flooded their mind.

Deep down they had hoped it was all just some weird fever dream, but it was real.

The guys at the bar, Remus and Emile rescuing them from an alleyway, and not letting them go home because they were worried, slipping and breaking one of their glass cups, not to mention the fight with Mitchell earlier that day...

What were they going to tell Mitchell? They got into a bar fight, and they're staying with the therapist he specifically asked them to stop seeing? This is bad, really bad.

"Elliott?" Emile suddenly appeared in front of them. “Are you alright?"

They didn't realize how fast their breathing had gotten. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I just- got nervous I guess."

"Is it because I'm here?" Roman asked, standing up and walking over to them.

Elliott's face became red. "No, no. I'm so sorry I didn't mean for it to sound like I was-"

"It's ok, my name is Roman, I'm Remus's brother." He smiled and held out his hand for Elliott to take.

They do. "I'm Elliott."

"Nice to meet you." Roman smiles.

"Likewise.” They said awkwardly.

"Is it safe to assume this is the mink you picked up last night?" Roman asked Remus.

"It's pronounced 'mex' actually." Elliott corrected, only guessing that's the word Roman was thinking of.

"He knows that," Remus explains. “He's just trying to be cute. And frankly, I find it disgusting."

"Oh."

Roman and Elliott stared at each other for at least two minutes. Elliott didn't really have an issue with that, though. Roman had really nice eyes.

"That looks pretty bad.” Roman says, gesturing to their forehead, breaking the silence. "Remus, are stitches supposed to be so...red?"

"Let me see," Remus walks to where Roman is and checks Elliott. "Oh, yeah. They're fine. It's a beautiful scar, isn't it?" He asked.

Roman gave a disgusted look but nodded. "It is indeed."

"Want some breakfast, Roman? I'm making vegan pancakes." Emile says.

"I don't know. I don't want to intrude-"

"It's too late for that bull, Roman. We all know you'll forget to eat if we don't feed you," Remus says seriously, not leaving any room for argument as he grabs his brother's hand and leads him back to the table.

As if Roman was going to argue further. “Thank you, Emile."

Emile smiles, "Elliott?"

They shake their head. "You don't have to make me anything, I can just-"

"Elliott?" Remus asked.

"Yes?"

"Sit down and eat, please." Remus says.

They nod, for some reason it was harder to say no to Remus. He was weirdly like a mother.

Picani gave Roman and Remus some coffee. They both thanked him, and his attention shifted back to Elliott.

"Are you allergic to anything, Elliott?" He asked.

"Only bees, nothing food based." Elliott says.

Emile nodded. "Got it. Want some coffee?"Picani asked.

They'll need it. "Yes, please."

"Sugar, milk?"

"I take it black."

"Alrighty," He hands Elliott a Scooby doo mug with hot coffee.

"Thank you," They say. They don't normally take their coffee black, but they weren't going to ask for anything more than they had to. They've done enough.

"No problem."

"What are you assholes doing up this early?'' They heard Remy say, walking out of their room. "What does it take to get y'all to value a good night's sleep? I hate you all, and I hope you die of a very painful-"

"I made coffee.” Emile says.

"You're an angel, and I love you." They say, taking their cup from Emile.

"Early? It's ten in the morning, Lorelei Gilmore." Roman says.

"Stop trying to flatter me, Roman. What are you even doing here?" They ask.

"Roman just stopped by with some great news." Emile explained.

"Someone finally slept with you?" They ask with a fake gasp. "Congratulations."

Elliott almost choked on their coffee.

Roman scoffs. “My book is finally getting published."

"Oh my god, congrats, fam." Remy says.

"Thank you. We should celebrate. Not today, I have things to do, and I'm sure you do too. But maybe this Friday? We could reschedule movie night?'' Roman suggests.

"Sure, you pick the movie.” Picani says.

"Anything but Ratatouille! If I have to hear about that damn mouse one more time-"

Roman laughed. “Got it."

"Or Cinderella, the stepmother reminds me too much of mom." Remus says. “It's freaky."

"Oh my god, Remus! What did I say about ruining Disney movies?" Roman says.

Remus laughed. “Sorry."

"You're so not sorry. Damn it, she does look just like Lady Tremaine! I can never watch it again. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, saved you the trouble of watching a mediocre Disney movie!” Remus shouts.

"Mediocre?!"

Emile sighs. "Guys, please-"

"Cinderella is a flawless masterpiece!" Roman says. “No Disney movie is mediocre!"

“Home on the range.” Remy says.

“Dinosaurs.” Emile adds.

Remus chuckled.

"Any other movies I should avoid?" Roman asks the room, annoyed.

"Yeah, no live action reboots." Emile says.

"Ok, fine." Roman says. He turns to Elliott, "let me guess, you're going to tell me how much you hate Alice in wonderland or something now?"

Elliott shakes their head. "Haven't seen it."

"What?" Romans and Emile both ask.

"You haven't seen Alice in wonderland?" Roman asks.

"No..."

"Here we go.” Remy and Remus sigh.

"None of them? Not even the live action Tim Burton one?"

"I don't think so." Elliott says.

"What is your favorite Disney movie, Elliott?" Roman asked, as if interrogating them.

Elliott shrugs. “I don't know. I don't watch a lot of cartoons.”

"Who doesn't have a-" But Roman pauses to take a deep breath, "Ok, just name the first one that comes to mind."

"American tale?" they guessed.

"That's not Disney!" Both Picani and Roman explain.

"We have to educate you.” Roman says. "Will you be her Friday?"

They look at Picani and then back at Roman. "I mean, I don't know."

"Well, whether you are staying here or not, you need to come over for movie night. I'll bring a few Disney movies, we'll make popcorn, you'll get to meet the rest of the gang, it'll be so fun!"

"Uh...okay." Elliott says.

"Great."

~~~Emile~~~

Roman and Remus left right after breakfast. Emile and Remy didn't have work today, so the three of them just hung out in the living room for a while.

"How are you feeling, Elliott?" Picani asked. “How's your hand?"

"It's fine, thanks. Listen, about last night. I know it was really weird. I'm sorry I called you just to fuck up the rest of your night, I'll replace the cup."

"You didn't fuck anything up," Remy says.

Elliott sighs, they know they did, they wish they'd just admit it.

"You really didn't.” Emile explains. "And you don't have to replace anything, it's alright. I know last night was hard for you, and I know it wasn't the best of circumstances, but I'm always happy to see you, Elliott. You can always call me; I want you to know that."

"But-"

"You're ok, that's all that matters." He interrupts.

Elliott smiles, they weren't sure how to respond. "I appreciate that."

Emile smiles back.

Elliott sighs, grabbing the pacifier that fell on the floor sometime last night while they were asleep. "Can- can we talk ab-about...this?” They asked, stuttering a little.

Remy and Emile nodded. “Sure." "Yeah."

"I...uhm. As you know.” They gesture to Emile. “Life for me is just... too much sometimes. I needed to find a way to just forget about certain things that happened, things that didn't happen, and certain people…It helps me."

Emile and Remy nod again.

"I know it sounds weird, and I don't blame you if you think it's weird. It is weird- I'm weird! I'm- I'm not the best at explaining this sort of stuff..." They sigh.

"Elliott, I already knew about your regression," Emile says.

"You did?" Elliott asks.

Emile nodded. The lack of support from their parents, growing up with these high expectations, having an emotionally absent boyfriend. It was a lot. But the few cartoons Elliott did know was the real giveaway. Sure, they knew Naruto and a few classics anyone would have, but they also knew a few shows meant for little kids, recent ones. It all added up.

"It's ok, Elliott. I would never judge you."

"Samesies.” Remy says.

Elliott looked at them, nervous.

"It would be very hypocritical of us to judge considering we're also..."Emile pauses to look to Remy, realizing he didn't get their permission first.

Remy nodded, understanding what he was implying. "We're age regressors too."

"Wait-"

Both nodded.

Elliott didn't say anything, they were just baffled by this, Elliott leaned back on the couch. "Huh."

"Listen, Elliott. We understand what you must be feeling right now. But if you need some help or someone to watch you while you're little. We will be here for you; we would be more than willing to. I am also a great caregiver, and so is Remus." Emile explained.

Elliott tilted their head. "Remus? Is he?"

"Yup," He said, popping the p, "That's- that's kinda how we became friends."

"Oh."

"I know, the biggest plot twist since the author of the journals was revealed in gravity falls!" Emile says happily.

"What's gravity falls?" They ask.

"We really need to show you some cartoons.” He tisked.

"Anyway," Remy interrupts, "I'm not really a caregiver, but I also fully support you from wherever I'll be, I guess."

"I appreciate that.” They say to Remy. Then they turn to Emile. “And I appreciate your offer. But I don't know if I can do that to you...or to me, even. I just- I can't let myself do something like that again, I think it's best to just forget about the whole thing and move on."

"If you think that's best, I support you a hundred and one percent." Emile says. “But are you sure that's what you want?"

Elliott nodded. “Yeah, I think so."

Remy rolled their eyes, not really in a mean way, but in a way that indicated that they didn't believe them. They got up and went to their room without saying anything else.

"Don't mind them, they're rude, but they really do care.” Emile says.

Elliott just nods. “If you say so.”

Emile wanted to express that repression isn't at all healthy, but Remus was right, Elliott is an adult and they needed to respect that. "Well, we will be here for you if you change your mind, Elliott."

Elliott rubbed their arm anxiously. “Thanks."

"You're welcome." He sang, which only gave him a confused look from Elliott.

"Moana." He explained.

Elliott licks their lips. "Ok."

"By the way, I was wondering if maybe we should stop by your apartment sometime today, so you can grab anything we might've missed. That is, if you want to stay. We're not going to force you to stay here for two months, of course. But the offer to is wide open."

"I don't know..." Elliott says.

"There's no pressure, Elliott. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable, we'll support you."

"Are you sure it wouldn't be a problem? To You, Remy, or Remus?"

"I'm sure. I already talked to Remus, and Remy seems to like you."

"Well, then maybe? I think- it might be better than staying at my apartment. I'd probably end up breaking my other leg climbing those fucking stairs." They sigh. “But only if, you're sure. You can ask me to leave at any time with no issues or hard feelings from me."

Emile sighed in relief. "Ok, great. So how about we stop by your place after lunch then?" Emile suggests.

"Sounds good. Thanks, Dr. Picani."

Emile wondered if he should inform them that they don't have to call him that since they're not in therapy, but he decided not to push Elliott too much today. "No problem, Elliott."

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Possum: Hope you liked this chapter! Lmk if you'd like to be tagged in the next one.

[archivedblog16]

3 things to say:

1- "being gay is when a married man cheat on wife with another man"- vivziepop's logic (her lgbtq representation is very conservative if you think about it)

2- I feel like fans know that vivziepop's writing is bullshit and full of pilot holes but they Don't care about it as long there's characters to fuck *cough* loona *cough*,people underestimate the power of horny lol and to this day I still don't understand the hype and praise for loona but this is how Internet works I guess

3- I usually don't care about ships and strange kinks as long it stays fictional and no real person is involved in it BUT i hate it when a creator push it in their "morality teaching shows" it's where I draw the line like you either make serious show about taking abuse seriously to spread awareness or a weird fever dream kink show made for gooners to enjoy, you can't have it both,vivziepop made hypersexuals look like bunch of freaks and stigmatised them even more. "Please guys have sympathy for this character for getting sexually harassed but please don't blame him for sexually harassing others cause trauma made him hypersexual and you have to deal with it, he's just coping!" Like wtf are you serious? There's different ways to coping with trauma including drawing fetishes and kinks and i see no problem with it but harassing others is not coping you are just being peirce of shit, her morality is so flawed what is she even trying to tell audience? Victims of SA become assholes and have free card to harassing others? Wtf? And Yes I am a proshipper and I hate HH/HB because I hate it when a show tell you it's ok to cheat and it's ok to sexually harassing others why? because you said that this show is meant to represent victims but you only made victims feel embarrassed even more about themselves and you backstabbed them like don't you realise when you say your shows is about victims your victims watch the show to feel comfortable and feel being understood only for them seeing angel dust being asshole and sir.pentious getting SA'd as a joke? where's the SA awareness? Like yes we know victims who read SA fanfic as coping exist but not all of them cope the same way and we thought you would tell us how terrible SA can be and how it effects victims horribly ,not using trauma to excuse their shitty behaviours? I hate seeing people getting hurt and I don't want to be near someone telling me that them being asshole is ok because "HB is like bojack horseman and told me it's ok because X And Y" like stfu if you truly know anything about bojack horseman you wouldn't even think of comparing the two also you're an adult and if a dumb cartoon made you harassing others then you weren't good person in the first place you bastard maybe talk to therapy instead because creating trauma to others will never help you also not to mention half of fanbase of HH/HB are minors thanks to lazyass parents and society gaslighting everyone with "if it's cartoon then it's for kids" but the audience is out of vivziepop's control do i am not gonna blame her for this one but all i know is that unlike adults who are aware and responsible for their actions minors brain is not fully developed and they can be misguided most of times so i am worried about them growing up with vivziepop's 'morality' so i don't know the solution of who is watching cartoon and i think we should normalizing shaming lazy parents like don't be a parent if you would just let internet babysitting your child instead of you doing it yourself parenting is called parenting for a reason you're called "parent" not "birth giver", why am I proshipper? Because I don't care about others ships but I don't like the She-ra's "lesbians can't be abusive! You must feel bad for your abuser and you owe them everything and you should forgive them" Message and vivziepop's "if you're in straight marriage and you find out you're gay just cheat oh and if you have trauma it's ok to be asshole" Message (I hope you understand what I am trying to say and I hope you understand we have same goals before you tell me I am terrible as abusers just because i don't care about others ships and believing that fictional things doesn't matter as long it's fictional)

Alright I am done,scream at me I guess

The fans would also fill in the holes regarding Helluva Boss and doesn’t help that Vivziepop would like tweets about it. Don’t like tweets of your fans defending your show. Put and write it into your dialogue not on Twitter 😭

Yeah, Vivziepop has a huge problem of wanting her cake and eating it. Like what you mentioned Anon, the sexual assault jokes then another moment taking it seriously. Rinse and repeat. The moral compass in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss is so wish-washy.

Successfully killed straight married couple. Cool. Oh no, Blitzø doesn’t have the guts to kill a gay couple. Woahh apparently it’s character development (despite Blitzø fighting over a parking lot like an Anon in my last ask mentioned, happily participating in a Wrath competition in Millie’s hometown, killing lumberjacks, happily will screw over the cherubs, etc etc).

Most of the characters especially if a character is Vivziepop’s favorite, don’t get held accountable and when they do have a chance to be called out, it’s usually downgraded in some way or there is some excuse in said action.

Its funny you bring up the children in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss because there was literally a situation where like what a 9-10 year old was at a Hazbin convention asking Blake Roman an inappropriate question regarding Angel Dust. It is so mind boggling to watch. Hazbin and Helluva are supposed to be for adults (+18) but the both shows don’t seem adult despite covering big topics like rape, kinks, etc. It feels like 2 kids in a trench coat attempting to sneak into a R rated movie.

At the day it’s the parent’s responsibility and they should be called out. It also doesn’t help that a few voice actors like Amir encourage kids and parents to watch Hazbin Hotel, despite Vivziepop expressing multiple times it’s for adults. I don’t know if he changed his mind about kids accessing Hazbin Hotel but I hope he does.

Vivziepop could potentially age gate Helluva Boss (I’m not talking about the warning sequence from Helluva Boss that flashes for 5-10 seconds every episode). But like manually do this:

But Vivziepop would lose some more views if that happened. Otherwise there isn’t much she can do.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

I have been thinking of that AU where all critters but Catnap and Dogday were reborn.

I feel like some additional characters would be needed to give the Reborns the therapy they needed.

And I cannot help but imagine Cartoon Bubba having parents who are well renowned psychologist, then I imagined cartoon Catnap's family would be dream walkers.

God the urge to make another fanfic where it’s Dogday and Catnap going on an adventure to find someone who can help fix their friends while they drag the others with them…

Dogday: Let’s go find Mr. Therapist Tarantula! *raises his hands in the air*

Catnap: *raises his fist as well*

Meanwhile Kickin refuses to leave because it might be dangerous out there,

Bubba doesn’t want to be in a road trip with Picky,

Picky also doesn’t wanna go because she’s afraid she might eat somebody on the way but she also doesn’t want to stay with Bubba or Kickin cause of guilt,

Hoppy wants to join but is scared of the risks,

And Crafty and Bobby would actually come along willingly because Crafty doesn’t want to end up murdering someone again and Bobby wants everyone to be okay like pre-HoJ

GOD THE URGE—

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #4364:

Literally every anti argument falls apart when actually approached from a rational angle

"This is illegal"

It's literally not. Artistic portrayals of things that are illegal are not themselves illegal. There would have to be an actual victim involved for it to be illegal. Fictional characters are not real.

"This could be used to groom kids"

You know how else kids get groomed? Being given attention and kindness when they aren't getting it anywhere else.

Abuse is the fault of the abuser, no one else, not any books or movies or fanfics they read, don't give them any excuses.

"You're making light of MY trauma"

Sorry, i don't think you're a cartoon character. This doesn't involve you in any way, shape, or form.

You're also assuming you know what sort of trauma the creator does and doesn't have.

"If you ARE doing it out of your own trauma that's an unhealthy coping mechanism, go to therapy"

If you actually went to therapy you'd know that any real therapist wouldn't condemn using fiction to explore dark topics, it's in fact a highly recommended way of confronting trauma.

"Why wouldn't you just write about wholesome positive things instead?"

Because forcing positivity instead of expressing darker emotions in the place that is meant to be safe to express them is just pushing down negative emotions and not confronting them, the thing that therapy tells you NOT to do.

They say art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed, afterall.

"This is triggering to me I don't want to see it"

You have tools to avoid this. Use them. DON'T actively seek out things you know upset you out of some misplaced sense of justice.

"It's still weird though."

You're allowed to think that, but "weird" isn't inherently immoral. You're on the internet, afterall, you'd better get used to the weird.

[logosbot-tm]

Fanfic idea:

Cartoon Therapy x Sanders Sides crossover.

The sides all go to therapy!

(They need it. (And no this definitely isn't an excuse for me to just write Patton and Picani interacting))

[fountainpenguin]

Short Version: I don't even know how to begin explaining this, so take these 'fic doodles with no context.

Wish Fixers, my chronically unhelpful beloved...

Long Version (City Lights AU #ridspoilers beyond the above implication. Mentions of death and trauma; it gets pretty dark)

Nalooksthrough, I tag you below because I cited your co-dependent toxic friendship comic and said it was cool- If you don't want to click, that's all the tag was :)

So I started outlining my Dale backstory 'fic (Lemonade and Papercuts) since I am the most predictable person alive and of COURSE I can't resist 7 years of trauma and intimacy anxiety <3. But planning a 'fic like this requires many pieces and many questions.

First and most obvious- How did Vicky lure in Dale? From previous planning, I've already decided that since they're the same age (maybe one year off), they probably knew each other in school or activities.

Ex: Squirrely Scouts & Cream Puffs... Not unreasonable- Throughout the series, many kids participate and the organizations seem to have a big following in Dimmsdale. Vicky's sister Tootie is in the Cream Puffs and Vicky is seen bossing them around in the Season 0 episode "Scout's Honor" ("Oh Yeah! Cartoons"). There's a comic by the same name depicting Remy in Squirrely Scouts (after "Fairy Fairy Quite Contrary" but before he gets his memories back in "Remy Rides Again" and I always thought it was cute). I mean, look at him:

Pictures courtesy of the FOP Wiki

It's not unreasonable that Dale - who's also rich - might've gotten into that (especially since Doug is big on the cowboy theming and of all the rich parents, he's probably the one most okay with his son playing in dirt). Something scout-related could be an option even if Dale and Vicky went to different schools.

A friendship that gets increasingly toxic until it spirals into full-on abuse sounds really interesting (and @nalooksthrough portrayed this idea beautifully imo in THIS comic I can't stop thinking about).

Sounds fun to write, so let's go with that. What's next?

Hey, remember when 7 years ago, I headcanon'd H.P. as Dale's godfather because of this doodle in Da Rules that specifically refers to Pixie godparents and depicts a fluffy-haired kid in a purple shirt?

I recently found out I still had Dale listed as a godchild of H.P. on his full character profile on my fanfic sideblog. I was waffling over whether to retcon that (since I hadn't yet done anything with it), but I started brainstorming whether I COULD do anything with it.

I've always written Wish Fixers in 'fic [e.g. Origin of the Pixies] as a therapy business run by H.P.'s dad (which H.P. bought off him out of spite despite not being licensed for therapy) but, like...

Does Jorgen know H.P. isn't licensed? I can't see why he would... As far as he knows, H.P. owns and runs the place- especially given my lore that Wish Fixers has been in his family for many generations. Sounds qualified to me!

In "School's Out! The Musical" (episode that Da Rules screenshot is from), we learn Pixies are at the back of the line for godparent work, even under creatures like unicorns (Hence the Musical's plot requiring them to remove magical creatures from earth before they could assign themselves to Flappy Bob).

I said in a recent liveblog post that I'd always imagined this was a punishment given to them due to H.P. absolutely failing as godfather to Dale- Thus, the origin of the doodle on the page for that rule. But... I never decided what happened.

See, Dale SEEMS like a guy who would qualify for a fairy. He was probably pretty miserable under Vicky's 7 years of torture and he's still holding onto that trauma in his adulthood.

DID he have a fairy?

I'm just saying, we know from S4's "Wish Fixers" that H.P. is legally(?) allowed to make contracts that swap a fairy godparent with a pixie one if godkids choose to sign of their own free will... Hmm... I'm connecting dots I don't think I like... (I am lying).

I mean?? Dale clearly did not get out of the pit due to magical interference. If I'm committing to the doodle being Dale and reflecting an actual godfather-godson dynamic between him and H.P., then something sure went wrong there. I can't NOT make Dale suffer...

What on earth could've made Dale sign a contract for something a fairy couldn't give him? We know from "Nectar of the Odds" canon that he wished to see his dad, and thanks to previous liveblogs, I DO already have a headcanon of Dale being extremely desperate for his dad's love... Hmm... I can work with that.

I went down a rabbit hole trying to answer the question of how Vicky secured lemons for 7 years for Dale (and other kids) to work with. Here are some lemon tree facts:

- Lemon trees bear fruit after only a few years - They can bear fruit multiple times a year (depending on variety) - A single lemon tree can produce 1,500 lemons in one growing season - Dimmsdale is in California - a state known for lemon orchards.

That feels likely... An orchard of even a few trees can keep you going for a while.

But lemonade doesn't sell for much compared to other things Vicky could've set a kidnapped child up to do (Ex: In "Microphony," she has kids doing a bunch of other tasks like answering phones for her babysitting service, painting houses, and washing cars).

So... WHY lemonade? What is going on that makes this the thing Vicky has Dale do for 7 years?

And who owns the orchard? I need Vicky to obtain lemons without being stopped for 7 years.

Is it a Dimmadome orchard? Maybe, but several episodes imply Vicky's not familiar with the Dimmadomes - and she probably would have turned Dale in for cash reward if given the chance - so those are two things I need to keep in mind.

Does the orchard belong to her family? That's a possibility- Vicky is shown drinking lemonade after "Nectar of the Odds." She definitely could've bought it - It can't be too expensive unless prices were jacked up after she lost her cheap labor - but it's a drink she's seen with in multiple episodes. She definitely likes it.

And we know from "Timmy's 2D House of Horror" that Vicky's parents are terrified of her. It's not likely they'd stop her from taking lemons from the family orchard.

One problem... If Dale goes missing when he's about 9 (Closer to 7 or 8 in my planned timeline), Vicky is also 9 or younger. Are her parents scared of her when she's that small and inexperienced in the ways of the world?

In "The Switch Glitch," she's 5 and seems mild and sweet until 10-year-old Timmy mistreats her- She clearly didn't have memories of Timmy, implying she totally regressed to how she acted when she really was 5. Worth pointing out she goes off the deep end and chains up Cosmo and Wanda, so... she IS mean even at age 5. But also, she's 5. She wears the same purple hair bow in "Switch Glitch" (at 5) that she does when Timmy drains the meanness out of her in "Vicky Loses Her Icky," which is interesting.

So that begs the question... Can I turn my Dale backstory 'fic into a double story of Dale abuse AND Vicky going from a pretty innocent child to Totally Messed Up? Keeping in mind that according to Vicky in A New Wish, Vicky IS the one responsible for abusing him and he "spent 7 years' worth of Saturdays in a factory underneath a lemonade stand."

If that's the way I want to play it... Something happened to send Dale and Vicky down the dual victim-and-abuser path, destinies intertwined. And for some reason, Vicky stuck with the lemonade theme.

Dale just says he spent his Saturdays "in a factory underneath a lemonade stand." It's not out of the question he and Vicky made more lemon products than just lemonade, especially given Vicky's love for money (and those 600 lbs of lemons one tree can produce in a year). We can assume they changed locations a few times or someone would've found the trapdoor on Timmy's lawn. Plus when Dale started his abuse, Vicky hadn't started babysitting Timmy, whom she only met when he was 8.

So, I've set Dale up to be lured in by Vicky because they were friends. I like the idea of things gradually getting worse as Vicky slowly morphs from a friend into a very cruel person. If Vicky was bullying him, what stopped him from just... leaving?

Vicky's transformation was probably subtle if he stayed for so long..... I also pointed out in a recent post that Doug's underground milk empire where he uses hypnotized people for labor bears a striking amount of similarities with Vicky's lemonade stand, even down to the general vibes of "trapdoor entrance" (although it's implied there's another entrance in small building).

And if we want to be technical about things... We don't know if Doug and Dale pressed charges against Vicky. She clearly continues to babysit Timmy and other kids after "Nectar of the Odds" (Season 2).

In Season 4 ("Channel Chasers"), Doug remarks that Timmy's parents should've guessed Vicky was evil because of the Chip Skylark song "Icky Vicky," but he doesn't mention Vicky kidnapping his son. That's.... sus. He even offers to buy a car from her in Season 3's "Engine Blocked" (after Dale's escape).

Why would such a powerful guy let all of that slide? Did they just not have enough proof? Did Vicky wipe the place clean? Did Dale "not want to make a big deal about it" because he was so exhausted and grateful, he just didn't want to think about it or struggle with the legal system? Was he covering for her?? Was he scared to speak up?

... Did Dale not tell his dad the whole truth about where he was?

What if Dale was - in some vague and early concept way - in on the lemonade scheme from the beginning, back when he and Vicky were friends and she wasn't so cruel? Maybe she turned on him and sentenced him to the pit before long?

Why the underground-ness of it? Why the lemonade, which probably doesn't turn much profit... as lemonade. Unless you have unrestrained access to tons of lemons that you can turn into multiple products - Dale DID call it a factory - and no one is stopping you from accessing them...

... but how do you set up a situation where kids have access to a whole lemon orchard - presumably carefully maintained - and the adults don't take it away from them (Because... surely they would've found Dale and multiple other kids if they strayed close).

And Dale didn't leave. He does in "Nectar of the Odds" - apparently of his own volition - but not before. Was he kept there mentally as well as physically?

We KNOW Vicky can't be monitoring him 24/7 because "Nectar of the Odds" is the only episode depicting her paying attention to him, while others show her doing many other things in many other places (though it's worth noting Dale says in that episode that "Vicky's kept him locked up for so long").

Did he stay so long because it was the perceived better fate up until he miraculously crossed paths with his dad (via fairy magic) and took the risk? Would he have gone back in?

Maybe it wasn't supposed to get this out of hand. Dale and Vicky were young when this started... Somewhere between 7 and 9 (given that Dale was kept there for 7 years and Vicky is 16 when he escaped and he tells 9-year-old Dev this happened when he was Dev's age).

Maybe there was an accident. Something not just Vicky, but even Dale felt the need to cover up, especially in regards to the orchard and the fact that it needs to be Vicky's consistent source of lemons (and not something she lost out on before Dale's escape... an illusion of ownership maintained. Kids can't own the orchard, but what if they fooled people into believing it wasn't owned by kids?)

Hmm... some kind of accident that got two mostly innocent kids into huge trouble, thus setting up a horribly intertwined fate where if one of these toxic co-dependent friends backs out and squeals, even the squealer might suffer worse compared to trucking along on the cruel existing path.

tl;dr - if Vicky and Dale accidentally killed the orchard owner but they were kids and terrified to tell an adult lest they go to jail for life so they hid the body in the basement (or like ?? threw it to the coyotes or hyenas that inexplicably lurk on the fringes of Dimmsdale??) and are trying desperately to wipe their hands of this by pretending the lemon orchard is still operational so no one investigates until they can figure out a plan, and then Vicky hardens herself as a trauma response and manipulates Dale into believing it was solely his fault and she'll pin him with murder charges if he gets cold feet and turns her in, and he's miserable and gets a fairy (then loses his fairy via Pixie contract through Wish Fixers, presumably in an attempt to negotiate a way to protect himself from Vicky and somehow not gaining the ire of his father) and then H.P. (lawyer and unlicensed yet de facto therapist pulled two ways) is suddenly Dale's godfather and trying to comprehend what the flip is going on between misery and manslaughter while he's also juggling Gary, Betty, and Flappy Bob at the same time in preparation for the Musical because we know he spent 37 years on that plan...

... Would that be one messed-up yet hyperspecifically canon-compliant 'fic or what?

These thoughts have been haunting me all weekend and I HAD to get my "I'm not that kind of lawyer or therapist" joke out of my system, so there's your context. #Sorry. Is this the direction the actual 'fic will go? ... It's not the direction I really had in mind, but ?? It's off the wall and therefore I must shake it in my teeth. I can't not write Dale backstory this horrific. what. hey.

[rocks-d-xerxes]

OMG! OMG! OMG! OMFG!

I just read the must gut-wrecking fanfic I ever read this week...

And I haven't even finished it!

Yet I know it will be amazing!

The fanfic is from the show Merlin BBC (Not the cartoon)

The main couple are Merlin and Arthur of course!

Arthur is smitten, sweet, gentle, loving, and ABSOLUTELY lovestruck with Merlin! Like, he would give him the moon itself if Merlin asked.

And Merlin is Emrys, they didn't meet like in Canon instead they met when Arthur went undercover to the lower town to try and 'capture' the sorcerer Emrys.

And then they fall in LOVE, like TOO DEEP IN LOVE!!!

Spoiler Alert

They start courting and their absolutely sweet about it, there's a tiny bit of smutness in it, bit overall it's romance and love.

And do you know how Arthur found out Merlin was Emrys!? They were having an 'intimate' moment on Arthur's bed after a dinner date... and Merlin got too excited and his eyes turned yellow.. But he had them closed until Arthur called his name, and so as the good love smitten idiot he is, he opened his eyes and looked at Arthur......

And O M G! I Did not continue reading after that part! I think I need to see a therapist before I finish that chapter.. So... Tumblr is gonna be a good therapy for me to find people to cry with about this fanfic

The fanfic name is "the search" it's written by "merlinflowers" it's on Wattpad, I don't know if it's available on any other app.. But that's all

Bye.

[lost-in-horrorland]

Note to self; never offer your blood to help a friend summon demons. Tegan learned that the hard way, after giving a few drops of blood to help Jazz summon a demon to apparently force them into marriage. Tegan just wanted to scroll through Tumblr and stare at the fan works created about the King DILF of Hell known as Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. Nope, instead of summoning a demon from Hell, the ritual instead sends a person to Hell and binds them to a demon to the human in the most ancient of unions. Though, the ritual never specified which version of Hell. Tegan did not sign up for being bound to the Devil Himself in (Un)holy matrimony! At least he's adorable... Maybe they can actually make this work? Only time will tell. A pure self-indulgent Isekai fic with my favorite OC, Tegan Foley, getting thrown into Hazbin Hotel and being paired with Lucifer because of Daddy Issues.

Figured I'd post the link to my Hazbin Hotel fanfic here! It's a Lucifer/OC fic

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F F/M Gen M/M Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Relationships: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar/Original Female Character(s), Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Charlie Magne | Morningstar & Original Character(s), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) & Original Female Character(s), Husk (Hazbin Hotel) & Original Female Character(s, )Lucifer Magne | Morningstar/Original Character(s) Characters: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Asmodeus | Ozzie (Helluva Boss), Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), FizzaRolli (Helluva Boss), Fat Nuggets (Hazbin Hotel), Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), The Egg Bois (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Adam (Hazbin Hotel), Beelzebub (Helluva Boss), original hellhound character Additional Tags: Pre Pilot Episode, Past Lilith Morningstar/Lucifer Morningstar, Depressed Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Touch-Starved Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Needs A Hug, Awkward Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Divorced Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Good Parent Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Mental Health Issues, Eventual Smut, slow burn? more like medium burn, Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, OC is chaotic, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Not Religious, Tags May Change, Self-Indulgent, Forced Marriage, Daddy Issues, kink positive, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hilarity Ensues, Co-Parenting, OC acts like a mom at times cause she has the one working brain cell, not beta read we die like Adam, Humor and Smut with Fluff, Came Here For a Good Time so Hold the Angst, OC is Depressed and Autistic, OC was in therapy before going to Hell

[tssfanzine]

FAQ

!! Here you will find the FaQ with more information about this fanzine project! See Event Info and Schedule for more !!

If you have a question not answered by any of these posts, feel free to send us an ask!

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What is a fanzine? - In short it's a fan magazine! Something that members in a fandom work on together to create for other members of the fandom! The fanzine will be formatted like a book, with everyone in collaboration to make different pages via art or writing!

What will this project entail? - This project requires at least 1 page from everyone who is contributing, with the option to work on more. The first 7 pages will be page spreads (a double page) centered around each of the sides and C!Thomas. You can collaborate with someone or work on your own.

How will pages be assigned? - The first seven pages are on a first come first serve basis. Artists and writers will be assigned to work on these together. After that, you can choose to add as many single pages or page spreads as you want (we are calling these 'Individual pages' for the sake of consistancy)! At the first check in, we will share a form for people to submit their ideas for individual pages - this is just so that we can get an idea of formatting and page count in advance!

Is it required to work on one of the first 7 pages to participate? - Nope! If you just want to work on your own individual page or pages, you can!

Can I work on multiple pages? - Yes! However please take care of yourself and only sign up for how many pages you feel you can reasonably do for this event! The amount you estimate you might do in the sign up for is NOT set in stone as a requirement!!

What kind of content can I contribute? - You can contribute fanart, fanfic, collages, etc... You have creative freedom to do what you want in accordance with the rules. Whatever you create must be able to be made into a PDF and potentially printed (i.e, no gifs, videos, moving images etc). No AI generated content is allowed.

What do the 'Individual pages' entail? - The individual pages are an opportunity to promote your own art and writing! You can put anything in here! Snippets from your latest WIPs, art of your aus or character designs, pretty much whatever you want, so long as it's TS oriented and follows the rules! These pages may also include content from other TS works, such as Roleslaying with Roman, My Roommate is Hades, Cartoon Therapy, or TS Shorts.

Can I collaborate on individual pages? - Yes! If you wish to work together with another participant you are more than welcome! You can arrange this amongst yourselves and will be able to list this on the forms.

Do I have to use my own aus for individual pages? - Yes, you have to use your own aus. Unfortunately, it's too difficult to verify permission from the original writer/artist to use their work, so we request that all aus featured are your own.

Can I use AI? - No. We have a strict anti-AI policy for this event. All works most be created by you, if we discover that AI images or writing have been used, it will not be included in the final PDF. Is the schedule set in stone? - No! We're willing to push back the deadlines based on feedback and where everyone is with their page(s)! We are also willing to give extensions if you contact us! This is our first time running something like this, so live feedback on the schedule is appreciated!

Will I be able to drop out? - Of course! If you no longer feel up to the event you are more than welcome to drop out, we want you to be happy and healthy! We only ask that you let us know before you leave! Please try not to leave it too late, especailly if you were working on one of the side's pages, so we are able to find a replacement.

How do I sign up? - Sign up forms will be posted on June 1st, from then until July 31st you will be able to fill out the google form and join the discord server.

Are there any requirements for signing up? - The only requirement is that you have a Discord! This is required so that we can keep track of everything and you'll be able to collaborate much easier. This event does not require 'auditions' or have a selection process! Anyone can join!

Is there a way to sign up as a backup writer/artist? - Yes, you can sign up to be a backup writer/artist on the first 7 pages, there will be a question on the sign up form indicating that this is the role you want. A backup will jump in if the person previously working on the page steps down.

How will the finished project be created/distributed? - The finished project will be a PDF of all the hard works that everyone who collaborated put in! It will be available for download on the Pinned Post with instructions for printing/binding yourself. - As well as this, there is potential for having a physical copy printed and sent to you as long as you are able to cover printing/shipping costs. This option is not yet confirmed and more information about potential cost/options will be provided closer to the time.

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[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

A Legacy of Blood & Magic

by Astralhobo

Two years have passed since the war in Piltover. Caitlyn and Vi are married, their lives are easy, quiet, and the city is at peace. While working late one night, Caitlyn is visited by a mysterious messenger who delivers a cryptic letter. A powerful family from Demacia is requesting an audience with her and Vi. There is a dangerous and uncertain challenge ahead of them: What are the motives behind the letter? What does the family want? and why them?

Words: 6266, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), POV Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Protective Vi (League of Legends), Vi Needs Therapy (League of Legends), POV Vi (League of Legends), Soft Vi (League of Legends), Emotional Roller Coaster, Canon Lesbian Relationship, No Lesbians Die, Slow Burn, My First Fanfic, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence

Read onA03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

"CRINGEY" THINGS THAT KEPT ME ALIVE AND GET ME GOOD GRADES IN THERAPY

telling myself that fictional characters would be so proud of me for not killing myself

The Power Of Friendship + Sibling Loyalty

watching cartoons

making bad art and showing it to people

taking photos of myself making stupid faces (no seriously this one made me feel Good in a way I have yet to recapture)

bettering myself so that, if I met the aforementioned fictional characters in real life, they would want to be my friends

memorizing my favorite songs and singing them loudly in the laundromat

writing fanfic with tropes I hated (omegaverse my beloathed)

realizing that I am becoming my Polish grandpa and embracing that with an enthusiasm that freaks out normies

unironically saying memes/tumblr-specific jokes in real life (have made multiple people laugh with this one, it's genuinely the best feeling ever I swear)

[real-total-drama-takes]

I love the fact that either you hate or love but you still never keep them out of your mouth ahah haha aka me talking to myself about me in the mirror thinking about Duncan and Courtney, in this essay I will explain.

Duncan= I used to look up to as a teenager, letting my rage rot my core to the point I didn't stop punching or know the limits of such things like burnt out! I just did what I had to do to- I burned so many bridges, lost many friends, but was free in sense of gender of them but ruthless and cold. I know it's not deep and he cartoon and a comfort character as well as a second thought to the writes that didn't care for continuity, growth, care, and such more things to make 3 dimensional characters for children to teenagers to look up to.

To him I thank him and my love of fire for escaping the scenes when I did need to bounce out or fight my way through scene, I didn't want to be a part of growing up! No knife need ever- I was just like freaking out then jumping out a window in sense.

To Courtney mhmmm- she's annoying- blah blah...

I find often that we don't take women or stereotypes of teenage girls to be harmful at times....

She's "bossy" or "abusive" yet in the same breath you like her counterpart that happens to be male and do the same things.

I would like to study Courtney my whole love- lifetime if I could.

She was always the butt of the joke, I wish she learn her listening skills, lesson after with Harold issues instead of focusing on what's right or wrong within her moral code but rather place her enegry something more useful but we often forget fame changes people mostly teenagers who need more care and protection in most cases!

I like her voice

I like she defended herself

I love she stomped around and was "too emotional"

I love the fact many don't get sometimes not everyone going be a good person in media like tv, books, and movies for it be loved or valued or even enjoyed.

I don't like she was often alone in her fight of "what's right"

I don't like most all these characters never had happy ending and that life goes at times

I don't like she could gave more of shit than winning- because I did think be cooler if she was more into justice not only for her but all like the reason to name her Courtney because she will be a lawyer and will be annoying but she's fighting what's right for all in the game even going against Chris but they didn't do that! That would been great option but no they just wanted to laugh at all the character and thought most us fans like mini-Sierras out here.

THERAPY FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS- MOSTLY SIERRA- LEAVE CODY ALONE USE THAT ENEGRY TO BE A REPORTER OR BETTER TV HOST CHRIS COULD EVER BEEN

This is my rant of the day, and I am still mad most the girls on the show could been more in my heart- and my fanfics do not help my cause in making more than just a love interest...

Someone write these girls better stories than I did

[theemperorsnewfanblog]

this is gonna sound weird to the 40 ppl that follow me but I have OCD and I went through this traumatic event a few yrs ago where my mind connected it to this cartoon show I was watching at the time, and so I've had this issue where I can't interpret cartoons like I used to because my mind associates enjoyment of cartoons with immense fear & danger.

I found the emperor's new school after this happened and it's frustrating bc this cartoon has everything I logically look for in a show and Kuzco x Malina have my fav ship dynamic. And I've been using exposure therapy this past year to break down that wall of anxiety & dread so I can literally just percieve and enjoy the dang show like normal cuz I know I would be obsessed with it under normal circumstances, but right now I just like it.

I keep breaking down that wall and am percieving the show clearer and enjoying it more every single day. I'm a perfectionist who used to get deeply attached to cartoons and overanalyze them and write fanfic n stuff, which I want to do when I can watch new school with the mindset of my sane self.

But for now if I mostly post pictures instead of text posts it's because I haven't been able to take in the full picture of the show and I want my thoughts to be accurate to that experience. But again I keep making progress undoing this weird ash trauma response so and I will be a full on fanblog of the emperor's new school soon enough. The show is criminally underrated from even just what I percieve it to be now. ❤️