#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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[creativia10]

A Duet after all this time

'Emile still found it hard to believe that they were really here with Remy. It had been years since they’d seen each other.They felt how Remy’s part added to the song with every pluck of the string of his lute. It just felt right immediately. Like their instruments were always meant to mesh together musically in such a song.'

Inspired by the Raine/Eda duet scene from The Owl House

Relationships: Remy x Emile

Warnings: near self sacrifice, could be seen as attempted suicide

Let me know if I'm missing any.

Wordcount: 2219

Notes: Emile uses they/them pronouns in this fic. I love the scene this fic is based on. I thought it would be interesting to write a Remile version of it.

The song they are playing is from this scene, I suggest listening

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HmMb7x73L0&list=LL&index=20

This one is just the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2PnlZvLUUg&list=LL&index=22Let me know if you have any questions

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors Since you like Remile

Even though he had been with them all day, Emile still found it hard to believe that they were really with their ex Remy. It had been years since they’d seen each other. Yet now the pair were working together in a rebellious group against the evil Emperor. Emile hadn’t even been looking for Remy. Yet after all these years, Remy would still recognize Emile.

Even when they were wearing their mask. Remy had helped their rebel bard group sneak away earlier. Before the authorities could arrest and identify them.

It was moments like the one they were in that got Emile to think about this. That is, Remy holding Emile in a princess carry as they both hid up in a tree. He used some sort of rune magic that made them invisible so they could hide.

Emile wasn’t sure why Remy had decided to enchant Emile’s shoes for a diversion. Especially how he had gone about it. Not even giving Emile a chance to take the shoes off themselves. Remy had to tap the pair loose with magic fingers to keep Emile from magically walking off. The shuffle ended with them falling into Remy. The shoes continued off on their own to lead their pursuers down a faux path. Remy then jumped into the tree with the bard in his arms.

He could have led the pursuers astray with footprints using his own shoes. Emile suspected this was so Remy got an excuse to carry them. The smooth bastard.

The pair let out their breath when their pursuers got far enough away.

“Ha!” Remy exclaimed. “It’s a good thing I had one of these on me,” He said.

 Emile couldn’t help but wonder how Remy even knew about this rune magic. Remy had always been good at surprising them though.

Remy hopped down from the tree and gently let Emile back to their feet. Emile grimaced when their shoeless feet stepped into the mud. They sighed. They had lost track of the others in their rebel group moments ago when the two coven heads came at them. The rebel group had fallen for a trap. The other group members probably got captured.

Remy peered around the tree they were behind.

“I’m not sure how long that little shoe trick will keep them occupied,” He said.

Emile nodded.

“Right…I think I may have an idea.”

Emile took a breath, and then drew two circles to summon their own violin and Remy’s lute.

Remy caught the lute that fell into his hands.

“You say your curse messes with magic,” Emile said. Remy had been cursed as a child by another witch. It had gradually grown worse over time to the point where it now affected his magic. They saw it earlier when they tried to encourage Remy to use bard magic again. They had never seen bard magic become destructive so quickly before.

“I think we can use that to our advantage.”

Emile readies their violin.

“Shall we play a duet?”

Remy looked on for a moment and then smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask,” He said.

Emile took a breath and drew their bow against the violin strings starting a familiar tune. They’d called it Emile’s rhapsody on their own.

Emile felt the magic flow through them fluidly from their fingers, to the strings and out around where any could hear. As the head of the bard coven, playing bard magic was nothing new. But Emile was passionate about it for a reason. No matter the circumstances, they always felt such a level of peace while playing a full song.

A glow of light pink, almost a peachy shade, slowly covered the whole area of the forest around them to the music. Loose rocks and any other objects not held down floated slightly in the air wherever the bard spell touched. Blades of grass and the tips of leaves moved toward where they were playing. They bounced to the tune, almost like they were dancing. Emile didn’t notice every detail every time they played. But they knew this was the effect their bard songs had on the environment around them.

When the spell reached enough to cause some of Remy’s loose hair to float, he looked over at Emile. Emile smiled and nodded at him, encouraging him to join in. Remy turned around to face the other way. Emile heard Remy take in a breath of his own. He nodded forward to the beat of the song as he smoothly entered the second part of the duet.

Emile felt how Remy’s part added to the song with every pluck of the string. It just felt right immediately. Like their instruments were always meant to mesh together musically in such a song.

They stood back to back. There was such a familiarity to the warmth of the other’s back near their own. As though the time apart was almost nonexistent. Even more debris and loose things in nature around them floated as their bard duet played out. After a couple of combined notes, Emile let their eyes close as they felt the music. It’s not like they needed to look at anything at that point anyway. This song was so familiar to them, way past muscle memory.

One almost wouldn’t expect Emile hadn’t played it since seeing Remy again. For the next change in the song though, Emile opened his eyes again. They had to see what effect Remy’s curse would have on the spell next.

Remy switched feet for the position he was standing in. With a step forward, an almost glowing ember of a circle started to spread out, like Emile’s pink glow earlier. Except this time what followed was bubbling black that continued to spread out from them. Almost like it was a fast-moving tar. Honestly, it worked with the dramatic turn in the song. That’s something they always loved about bard magic, how its effects matched the tones. It was just fitting.

They watched as the corrupted magic from Remy’s curse continued to spread. It stretched far beyond the current area they were in. After a bit, in the distance, they could hear two different cries out. The coven heads searching for them were hit with the corruptive spell.

“It’s working,” Remy said, with a smile as the pair continued to play.

Emile looked down and gasped as the bubbling black stuff started to spread from the ground. It worked its way up Emile’s legs. They didn’t feel anything from it yet, but the sizzling from the substance definitely didn’t sound good.

“Remy!” They turned to the other to see the same was happening to Remy.

“We may not make it out of this ourselves, though,” Emile said.

Remy looked down, a determined look crossing his face.

“It will stop the emperor though, right?” Remy asked.

Emile gaped at him.

“You said the emperor needs all of the coven head witches for something big he has planned, yeah? Won’t this stop him?” Remy asked.

 Emile hesitantly nodded.

“You’re the one who said I should only join your group if I had nothing to lose,” Remy said.

It was true, Emile had said that. Of course, they were willing to die for this cause. It was important to fight against the injustices of the Emperor’s rule, to make things better. But Emile had always figured it would be a die-in-battle type of thing. Not something like this. This didn’t feel right to them. They hadn’t wanted to go out like this, with Remy. Not with something that was so special to both of them.

But this was important. Who knew how many more people would be hurt by the emperor if they didn’t put a stop to his plan?

 Remy knew what he signed up for. Emile shouldn’t be selfish.

Emile set his face with determination and then nodded.

“So we play on,” Remy said. He spun back around quickly as he continued to play.

Something fell out of his jacket from the motion though. Emile paused and watched with wide eyes as the photo flew through the air and landed in front of them on the ground.

Emile twirled their bow hand. The bow disappeared from the spell circle. Then Emile carefully leaned forward and picked up the photo with their now free hand. They really needed new glasses.

Remy hadn’t seemed like the sentimental type, so Emile was curious about the photo’s significance. In it, Remy was in the middle. He was looking forward in surprise. His heterochromatic eyes are just barely uncovered by the sunglasses he always wears.

To the front left of Remy was clearly some kind of creature. Its resemblance is almost to a dog. But the visible skull that took up the top half of his head and the horns made the boy stand out as a demon. To the front right of Remy was a boy with light brown skin who was smiling big. He was probably the one taking the photo if the hand in the corner of the picture was any indication. Emile almost couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

They turned back to the other.

“Remy? Do you have kids!?” Emile asked, unable to help how their voice cracked. It was not a possibility Emile had ever considered from their time away.

Remy flubbed a stroke at that. Remy coughed and turned back to Emile.

“Pfft, whaaat? Me? Have kids?” Remy laughed a bit nervously. Emile continued to look at them incredulously.

Remy sighed.

“That is two long stories. And those kids aren’t really mine mine anyways. At least, not technically.” Remy shook his head and turned back around, going back to his playing.

“It doesn’t matter. They don’t need me anymore, pretty self-sufficient.”

Despite what Remy said, Emile could tell there was more going on there.

This didn’t seem right. Having kids, in some capacity, wasn’t nothing to lose. Emile had always had a soft spot for kids, despite never getting the chance to have any of their own.

They couldn’t let him do this.

Emile spun his finger around in a circle to cast the lute away, just as Remy had started to kneel. The moment the instrument left his fingers, the black substance began to recede back down from them.

Not sure how much time they would have, Emile grabbed Remy’s wrist and started to trudge out of the forest with him.

“W-what are you doing?” Remy asked.

Emile spun their violin around and shifted their palisman back into its staff form. They then threw it forward so it was floating horizontally in front of them, ready to be mounted.

“Darius and Eberwolf are still down from your curse, but we should still get out of here quickly,” Emile said.  

They hopped onto the staff and pulled Remy to sit on the staff behind them. Thankfully Remy wasn’t resisting, but he still seemed surprised by Emile’s actions.

Emile sighed and kicked off so they would fly into the air. Once they were far enough away, Emile glanced over their shoulder to Remy.

“I don’t know what you’re running from, and I’m sure I don’t have the full picture of what’s going on, but I don’t think you should give up.”

Emile turned around a bit more and chanced taking a hand off the staff to hand Remy his photo back.

 “They probably need you more than you think.”

Remy looked at the photo for a moment before a smile graced his face. He then stowed the photo back to where it had fallen from his jacket.

Remy sighed and wrapped his arms around Emile. They knew Remy was a skilled flyer. There was no way Remy needed stability from holding Emile.

“You may be right. Still so smart, Em.”

Emile huffed, but they were definitely blushing. The bastard probably knew it too.

“We can find a way another way to stop Belos,” Emile continued.

“For now though, where to?” Emile asked.

“We’ll probably want to lay low while they are still looking for us.”

“Oh, are we hiding out together? Sounds intimate,” Remy said.

Emile huffed. “Somehow, I get the feeling you aren’t living alone right now. Unless I misunderstood something earlier?”

Remy’s eyes widened at that. After a moment they both laughed.

“Ah, no you didn’t. If the coven heads lost track of us when we flew off, we might be safe to head to the owl house,” Remy said.

“The what?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked at them.

“A special way I refer to my home. I can show you if we have time. Then you can go back to being bard covenhead double agent for the B.A.T.S.”

Emile sighed. They followed Remy’s direction on where to fly to.

“It may be hard to do that when the other bards in my team were captured. But that is probably the safest position for me to return to without drawing suspicion.”

“Ah, you’re not alone with this though. I’ll still help you out. There’s also my brother, and,”

Remy leaned in,

“Between you and me, my kids will probably want to be far more involved than they should be.”

Emile giggled. “They sound great. I hope I get to meet them.”

“Eh, something tells me with their penchant for shenanigans, you’re bound to.”

[doodler16]

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—

[powerpuffobsession]

As much as I love Adam for a few fun parts of his character and for what he could have been at the hands of a competent writer (as shown by the fanfics where he gets properly developed)...

I feel like he (and the way he's characterised) is what broke Hazbin hotel season 1 pacing, Lucifer's character and the show's overall atmosphere.

(Long and packed rant under the cut, because I've been having these thoughts since I saw season 1, and I want to share them. Viewer discretion is adviced)

Before Adam existed (pilot era) it was all simple and worked more properly: a story about the hotel and its inhabitants, and most importanty, redemption. It was a small snuggly location with a few characters in the center of a plot

Heaven was in the background and kept as a mystery. Moreover, from what we've seen in the pilot, Lucifer was obviously a background villain or at least an anti hero, one of the real obstacles for Charlie to overcome on the way to her goal (instead of a minor inconveniece resolved in a single broadway song)

But when Adam and his weird obsession with murder broke into that perfectly cut out premise, everything just shattered. Too many themes got weaved into the short story of the 8 episodes: Heaven vs Hell politics, overlords, war, Charlie's conflict with Adam, the seraphims...

All of that pushed the hotel and the redemption to the background instead of Heaven.... in a cartoon that's named after the hotel. Because 8 episodes is not enough to talk about politics, a war and a 6 month redemption course (the latter even happened behind the screen with only some verbal hints given about the amazing secretive progress the hotel guests made that we were not allowed to see!)

(Had this cartoon stayed indie, there would have been a possibility of making more episodes and tackling more themes properly. But big name broadway actors are more important than that, it appears)

Back to Adam.

He is not even a good villain. He really should have been more of a background antihero. Give the man some sedatives, for f's sake! Where did all that rabidity even come from, after centuries of living in Heaven? Honestly, he'd be expected to act calmer and wiser than how he actually did, especially with how old he is (as old as the earth itself). But instead it's like he got frozen in a state of a dumb jock bully from high school

Imagine if Adam allowed Charlie and her hotel guests to prove that redemption is possible, out of principle, or curiosity. Hell, maybe even allow him to threaten to kill them, but not straight away! Later, after they fail to prove him wrong! If that's what Adam's role had been, the hotel part would have gotten time to breathe and more spotlight

All Adam did in the series, was:

1. make a lot of excessive noise

2. do dumbass things (and it wasn't even explained WHY he's the way he is, not even a single flashback or his own musings and thoughts shown, which makes all of his actions fall flat in every sense)

3. break the remains of logic (Heaven looks plain dumb because of him, not able to tell sinning from non sinning and to judge human souls properly. It's not even corruption, since Adam is not that important or benefitial to Heaven, an actual archangel like Michael could have been leading exorcists in his place and do a better job.... it's just stupidity)

And then Adam just died, for nothing and with no consequences.

I mean, straight after Adam's death Lucifer is immediately trying to divert the viewer's attention: "who wants pancakes? :D". It's like the cartoon itself doesn't care that the first human, one of the most mysterious beings in vivzieverse and someone who badly needed a second chance and therapy, just died. By a very stupid joke too (Niffty didn't even have to stab him).

In short, Adam's plotline is a huge waste of screen time...

And while his final smile to Lute may give us some hints that there's something good inside Adam, but it's more akin to mockery. Since we were never shown that there's more to Adam besides "the main character's opponent=ultimate bad"

And of course Lucifer was retconned into a pathetic uwu boi, who's depression and "silliness" have overshadowed the fact that he practically doomed humanity to a life full of pain, suffering and surviving and took away Adam and Eve's home. We don't even get the slightest glimpse of what exactly Lucifer DREAMED of that was so important to force him to do the humans dirty. Meaning it was something abstract and not thought-through anyway.

(Free will my ass.. Adam and Lilith did as they pleased in Eden without the free will, Adam ordering his wives around, Lilith being able to defy him and Eve being able to disobey God. What good did "free will" from that fruit even do them? If anything, it only did harm to everyone)

And so now this daft egotist is being portrayed as this selfless harmless character only for the sake of contrasting the painfully obvious bad evil that Adam is.

That comes off as black and white writing, fit more for a childrens cartoon, despite the show critisizing Adam for thinking in black and white terms. Not a good look

[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.

[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.

[bestedoesmeow]

F1 FANFIC !masterlist!

CHARLES LECLERC

STORIES & SHORT STORIES

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

You were Max’s ex gf who was working as a health staff at Haas F1 team but he broke up with you suddenly, without saying anything. After a while Charles and your friendship grew strong and turned into a relationship and he proposed. Story tells a day from your life after the engagement.

YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME !

You decide to mock Charles after the ''almost hitting a fan with his car'' video.

OVERDRIVE

CHARLES L. X MALE READER!

POP ROCKS

You thought it would be a good idea to test out the kissing with pop rocks thing with your bf

SOUVENIR

On top of a mountain, surrounded by the people you care about, you welcome the new year. But there is one thing you need to know ; You must confront your past in order to move forward.

LOST IN YOUR CURRENT LIKE A PRICELESS WINE

Y/N L/N is a singer who grew up in Y/HT. She followed her dreams and became a singer, just as she had always wished. However, little did she know that her dreams would soon be consumed by a Monegasque racer she met.

AUGUST

One summer your whole system of understanding love changes due to some monegasque barmen that you meet on a holiday that you thought to be just like others.

AUGUST / PART 2

SORRY, AMOUR

Where he teases the reader playfully (like usual) but without realising she's already had a bad day, so that sort of backfires and she almost cries and he starts to panic making it up to her

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Y/N Sainz & Charles Leclerc summer au

Y/N & Charles Leclerc relationship au

Reporter reader x Charles Leclerc au

Y/N x Charles be real au

Blocked by - Charles Leclerc twitter au

AUS23-Charles Leclerc Instagram au

It was enchanting to meet you

CARLOS SAINZ JR

STORIES

Carlos Sainz Jr. x Pregnant reader!

EASY LOVER

EASY LOVER PT 2

Come babe, let love have this evening

carlos x reader trying to have a baby, but after some failure, during the summer break with all of his family in Mallorca they got the big news (baby Carlos is comingg). After a year they come back to the summer house, as a parents, dealing with baby Carlos, with his sister and his mother🥹

SOCIAL MEDIA Au

Carlos Sainz x Student reader! au

Biggest Fan

LANDO NORRIS

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 1

Lando did something that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 2

What if y/n lets him explain the whole situation.

STORIES

IN THE NIGHT

Carlos's sister y/n and his dear amigo Lando decides to break the rules one night.

FERNANDO ALONSO

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

F. ALONSO X ENGINEER READER

Since Fernando is new to this whole photo dump thing, you help him to create one which makes alonso y/n shippers go crazy!!! (More like you confirm the love that started at Aston Martin Paddock)

F. ALONSO X Y/N STROLL

What if younger sister of the famous formula 1 driver lance stroll gets into a relationship with his teammate and two times wdc fernando alonso!

DANIEL RICCIARDO

STORIES

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 1

Daniel comes across the architect of the best summers that he had before leaving his hometown to achieve his biggest dream, little does he know his whole life is gonna change in a day

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 2

MAX VERSTAPPEN

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MAX VERSTAPPEN X Y/N OCON

In which Y/n Ocon, Esteban Ocon's sister and Red Bull driver Verstappen accidentally reveals their relationship

MICK SCHUMACHER

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MICK SCHUMACHER X Y/N

Mick starts to date a girl, who loves to jump in muddy puddles, watches cartoons as a form of therapy, bakes different cookies each night, brings a joy to anywhere she goes including Mick's heart.

SERGIO PEREZ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PEREZ X ENGINEER READER

TOTO WOLFF

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW? / TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER

NEW TO THIS/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT2

THIRST TRAP/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT3

LEWIS HAMILTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

FINALS WEEK / STUDENT Y/N X HAMILTON

JENSON BUTTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

THIS MAN

PIERRE GASLY

SMAU

FANPAGE

[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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[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. ❤️