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Princess and Claire are @theweirdbox123 's ocs :3

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Stranger - O.P. 81

Part Three - Final Part

part one • part two • part three

Summary: When someone returns to Oscar’s life after years apart, he has a hard time finding common ground with her to reconcile the feud between them. That is, until she signs on as a driver for the upcoming F1 season. Then he can’t seem to get her out of his mind.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Female OC

CW: Dual POV series. Please take my warnings seriously before continuing on. This series is not for everyone, as consistent depictions of mental health struggles are conveyed in the writing, primarily PTSD and loss of a loved one. angst (shocker), swearing, depictions of PTSD, mentions of death and car crashes, crying/anxiety attacks, Lando’s a twat at first, slight suggestive content, some making out, FINALLY SOME FLUFF (only took us three parts to get there, right gang?)

A/N: THE FINAL PART! 🥹🩵 thank you all for the love you’ve shown to Claire and Oscar. I may do a little epilogue part if it has enough interest shown towards it. I’ve loved writing this, though, and I hope you all have loved it as well 🫶🏻

Word Count: 3.5k

* DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

She didn’t necessarily remember how the argument started, but she was surprised how quickly things escalated. Fire and ice. Claire absolutely hated how Oscar clocked her shit like that. Then again, he always seemed to know her better than she knew herself.

She stared back at Lando—the image was like a stand off: the two of them on either side of his living room, trying to think of the next word or phrase to leave their mouths. Her dad’s voice was echoing through her head as she tried to calm herself down before her anger managed to boil over. Breathe, Claire. Breathe.

“You used me,” He finally accused, taking a few steps closer. His voice was quiet, calculated. She countered his movement by backing herself into the wall, distancing herself from him.

“We used each other,” she barked in response. “You know we did. We agreed to keep things surface level, so you can’t come at me and—“

“No, because I can,” he dug his phone out of his pocket, before flashing her a text conversation between himself and Edith. So much for being friends. Claire was about at the point of shutting everyone out again, just like she did in Seoul. She could almost laugh at how Edith was so quick to backstab her in such a manner. Claire had done nothing but stick up for her, and here she was now: throwing Claire under the bus for the opportunity to suck Lando’s dick. “She said you research your competition—you find their weakness so you can try to drag them down.”

“I do,” Claire retorted as she quickly met his gaze. It was slightly a lie, but she was too pissed at him to try and correct the accusation. Her chest was burning up with anger. “It’s a damn good strategy, too. I do what I can to win.”

“You haven’t even started in F1 yet,” Lando scoffed as he put his phone away. “What do you know about winning?”

Lando was talking about racing, she knew that. But yet…his words seemed to cut deeper inside of her—winning. She felt her shoulders slump. Sure, she was one hell of a race car driver, but in other aspects of her life, she failed. She failed with Oscar…she failed with keeping her dad alive…she failed with maintaining relationships, platonic or romantic. And now here she was, failing at her own fucking strategy that has helped her win over the course of her life. She wasn’t a winner—she was quite the opposite. But racing? That was the only thing she seemed to get right—the only thing she was confident in…or used to be, anyways. Driving used to be muscle memory to her. Her dad made her into a machine on the track, so she was going to make sure she did anything to continue to make him proud—to try and erase what happened the day they got into the crash.

It was all why she started looking into the weaknesses of her competition, anyways—why she made it her go-to racing strategy. One mistake, and things could turn fatal. If she could pinpoint someone’s flaw on track and avoid it at all costs, then she would be safe. She didn’t notice the other driver hydroplaning when she crashed into them…when she ultimately killed her dad. She met Lando’s gaze again as the fire in her chest continued to scorch and disintegrate any possible bit of calm she had left.

“I don’t need to prove myself to you,” she sneered at the Brit, gritting her teeth as she spoke. She took a few steps closer to him, gaining her confidence again with each step. “You choke under pressure. You lack confidence in your driving. Just because you’ve won a race, doesn’t mean you know anything about winning, either.” Lando’s next words drove the pre-existing stake in her heart in even deeper.

“Go to hell.”

She pushed past him, leaving his apartment before anymore words could be spewed between them. She knew her decision to sleep with him was reckless, and all she’s done since leaving Melbourne was seemingly ruin her own life. The tears ran rapidly down her face as she fumbled with her keys to get into her apartment. She couldn’t even bring herself to be mad at Lando as much as she wanted to, because she was the one who brought this onto herself. As Claire shut her front door, she pressed her back to it and slid down to the floor.

The feeling was overwhelming—like everything was crashing into her at once: all the way back from when her dad died, leading up until now. Every decision she had ever made, every bridge she had burned to get to where she was…and for the first time in a long time, she felt regret. She regretted the life she built for herself, and she regretted the person she turned herself into. Claire regretted pushing Oscar away, moving to Monaco, sleeping with Lando…everything was a deep rooted seed of regret. She had spent all these years building a guard around her heart, when it only seemed to make everything worse than it already was.

The only person she wanted to talk to right now was Oscar, but she wasn’t sure if they were in that threshold again in their relationship. The reconciliation at the club the other night was definitely a stepping stone, but hardly a big enough step to validate visiting him at three in the morning. Would he push her away? Would he even answer his door? Claire was wagering to guess that he might be mad—he used to be a bit of a grouch when they were kids if someone woke him up. On the other hand, however, circumstances have changed between them. For better or for worse, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Claire played with the hem of her t-shirt as she gambled with the idea of going to see him. Her tears had slowed, and her demeanor was calmer. If she had any shot of regaining control of her life and mending the mistakes she made, then there couldn’t be any harm in trying to see him—she had to at least try. She inhaled deeply before pushing herself to her feet, and leaving her apartment once more.

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Claire was the last person Oscar was expecting at his door this late at night. It was a miracle he even woke up when she knocked, but perhaps the universe was working overtime at bringing their lives back together. Ever since he saw her at the club two nights ago, he’s felt…strange. He couldn’t decide if he was excited to potentially have her back, or weary. As he looked back at her now, he noticed how red her eyes were…how puffy her cheeks were.

“You answered,” she observed, equally as surprised as Oscar felt. He smiled sleepily towards her, then leaned against the doorframe. “I’m sorry it’s so late.”

“Don’t be,” he responded groggily. “Is everything okay?” Her arms were around him in a matter of seconds, further catching him off guard. When he felt her sporadic breathing against his chest, he realized she was definitely not okay. He wrapped his arms around her in return, holding her close. He closed his eyes as she nuzzled her face into his chest. His chin rested on the top of her head, as he sat in silence, letting her work through whatever had just happened.

“Lando and I ended things,” she managed to say between sobs.

Oscar wasn’t exactly expecting the news to hit him as hard as it did. Was he…happy? He felt a bit like an ass at feeling relieved when she said it—he cared about Claire and Lando both so much. But this was Claire—his Claire. He pulled away from the embrace, then used his hands to wipe away her tears.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly. “You want to come in?” Claire nodded lazily, and Oscar wasted no time helping her into the small confines of his apartment.

He was silently grateful he cleaned today. He hung up a few family photos around the place, trying to decorate it more so it felt more like a home. Oscar enjoyed feeling comfortable in his environment, and now that he was living away from Melbourne, he wanted the place to feel as warm and welcoming as possible. He watched Claire take in everything, when her eyes landed on one picture in particular: the first Piastri Christmas that her and Simon came to.

“Oh my god,” her voice was barely a whisper. She brought her hand up to the photo, slowly tracing the image as if to instill it into her memory. Oscar’s heart ached for her. Claire had told him at the club how broken she felt, but now was the first time he could really see it. She didn’t look well. Her already fair skin was even more pale than usual, and her eyes were void of any kind of life. “Things were so…different.” She looked back at him with a hint of a smile playing on her somber expression. Oscar smiled softly in return, making his way over to her.

“I never threw away any pictures,” he admitted sheepishly as he faced the photo with her. He chuckled softly at the sight of her puffy, red Christmas dress she wore in it. They were holding the remote control cars, each grinning ear to ear. Things were so simple back then. “I still have the cars, you know.” He heard a small gasp from Claire before he turned his attention down to her. She looked up at him in return.

“No way,” she responded. “God, those were so fun.” Oscar shifted his weight slightly, feeling his curiosity get the better of him. He wondered what happened between her and Lando—just a few days ago, Lando was talking about how well things were going.

“Um,” he cleared his throat. “Do you…want to talk about what happened?”

“With Lando?” She asked. He nodded. He watched as she drew in a deep breath, thinking of what to say. “Um, Oscar, I haven’t become the best person since I moved. I want to start by saying that—“

“I don’t care,” Oscar quickly interjected, trying to reassure her. “I can promise you, nothing you say will make me hate you again. You can’t get rid of me again that easily.”

“I was using Lando,” she stated simply. “After the accident I, um, developed this sort of plan…I wanted to know every other driver’s flaw or weakness while they drove so that—“

“—you could anticipate it before it happened?” Oscar finished for her, now picking up on where she was leading with this. She had talked about the accident only briefly with him, but he didn’t know much detail. He didn’t need to, really, to put the pieces together.

She was driving the car the day they crashed. Someone driving in the lane next to them hydroplaned on the water in the road, and crashed into them—killing Simon on impact. He knew Claire well enough to know that she started implementing this ‘plan’ because she blamed herself for the accident—she probably was trying to avoid any other potential accident as to if try and reverse what happened that day. But that was the fucked up thing in life—you couldn’t change the past.

“I knew Lando was self conscious,” she continued, clearly shifting uncomfortably under Oscar’s gaze. “I figured if I slept with him, I could find how, exactly, that interfered with his driving. He chokes under pressure…he tends to bomb his race starts if he is near the front of the grid. He lacks confidence.” Oscar couldn’t help but raise his eyes in surprise at how much she knew about Lando. It was spot on, too.

“Claire,” he started gently, “the accident wasn’t your fault.”

“It could’ve been prevented if I noticed the guy swerving,” she argued, as if she could change Oscar’s mind. He knew she was trying to paint herself as a villain, but he saw her as anything but. He just saw her for what she was—broken.

“You wouldn’t have noticed him, Bear,” he whispered as he took both of her hands in his. “The rain was coming down too fast and too hard. It made it hard to see anything in those conditions.” He knew she heard truth in his words as she shifted her weight, leaning towards him ever so slightly. Her head bowed, as she looked down at her feet.

“I miss him so much, Osc.”

He missed Simon, too. More than words could ever express. Hearing the exhausted desperation in her voice could’ve been equivalent to getting punched, Oscar thought.

“I miss him, too,” he used one of his hands to lightly grab her chin, and guide her to look at him again. Her eyes were misty, still. “Bear, you can’t change the past. You can’t continue to worry about the things out of your control. The most you can do is look towards the future—and how proud Simon would be to see you racing in Formula 1.”

He wasn’t exactly expecting her to kiss him, but when her lips collided against his, he was quick to melt into her touch. He could feel her tears as they rolled off of her cheeks, and on to his hand. It felt like fireworks in his stomach, as a warm, low buzz echoed through this body. Claire. He was kissing Claire. A small hum sounded in his throat, as he instinctively pulled her closer to him—his hands landing on her waist. She grabbed ahold of his t-shirt, sending a swarm of butterflies through his chest.

Oscar swiftly lifted her, as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso. Both of them refused to break the kiss, as he stumbled his way through the living area before laying her on the couch. With each breath of air, the kiss deepened as though they were trying to make up for lost time. Oscar’s hands eagerly wandered her body, trying helplessly to memorize every curve. His mind whispered her name repeatedly like a song he couldn’t get out of his head. Claire. His Claire. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she moaned softly against his lips. It was enough for his legs to give out under him. She was intoxicating—she was addictive. He never wanted to let her go—he couldn’t make that mistake again.

“I love you,” she whispered into the kiss. Oscar pulled away momentarily, allowing the depth of the words to fall between them. As he stared down at her, all twelve years of their relationship seemed to flood over him. Love. His heart swelled as the word—the feeling—dripped upon him like a profound epiphany.

“I love you, too,” he finally said. “I love you so much, Bear.”

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7 MONTHS LATER - Melbourne, Australia

Stolen glances were what Oscar thrived on. Each time he caught Claire staring at him in the paddock, he swore his breath caught in his throat. They’d each smile, maybe laugh a little, then continue on with their commitments. He felt like a damn teenager again; it was pathetic. After the summer break ended, they had made it a point to text and call constantly. But being here—the first race of the season—it felt…different. Lando, however, seemingly caught on quickly to their behavior. Unbeknownst to Oscar, he had been watching them intently since Claire and him ended things. Oscar tried to care; he really did. But all Oscar could think about was the next time he got to hold her—the next time he got to kiss her.

“Claire is a better driver than I thought,” Lando grumbled in the McLaren trailer after Qualifying finished. Claire managed to take the shitty Alpine car to an impressive finish in P5. Oscar could hardly control the smile on his face when he found out. Right now, though, he was biting the insides of his cheeks. He didn’t want to piss Lando off even more—especially considering he finished below Claire.

“Yeah, she’s decent,” he managed. Oscar shook his helmet hair out, then ran a hand through it. “Tomorrow should be an interesting first race.”

Lando was quiet, presumably thinking about what to say to Oscar next. It had been like this since the weekend started, and Oscar knew it was because of Claire. He knew they needed to hash it out, but neither of them really knew where to start with the conversation. Lando had begun suspecting that they already knew each other since that first day in Monaco, so when their late night rendezvous officially ended and Oscar began taking more suspicious phone calls, it basically confirmed it for him.

“Oscar?” The Brit turned, leaning against the table that they were standing next to. “We’re, um…we’re friends, yeah?” Oscar glanced at Lando to find him staring back at him intently.

“Yeah, of course,” Oscar reassured him quickly. He wanted to be honest with Lando, but he just hadn’t found the right opportunity to bring it up yet. If he could clear the air, he’d feel so much better. He didn’t like lying, especially to people he cared about. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, um,” Lando sighed. “Is there something going on between you and Claire? Like, romantically?”

“Yes,” Oscar wasted no time. He wanted the tension between them to leave, so he didn’t think beating around the bush would serve either of them any good. “Um, it kind of started unexpectedly. I just didn’t know how to tell you—“

“She’s using you,” Lando quickly interrupted. “She does that, mate. Her friend told me that she researched her competition and—“

“I know,” Oscar now cut Lando off, not wanting to hear him talk about it. It was a complicated situation that Lando didn’t understand, and didn’t need to know the details of, quite frankly. Claire’s trauma wasn’t his business to share or to hash out. “I mean, not about her using me—but I know she researches drivers.”

“You don’t care?” Lando scoffed, as a smile of pure disbelief took over his expression.

“Lando, I’ve known Claire for twelve years,” Oscar explained, keeping his tone calm as to not escalate the situation. There were still camera crews around, and he definitely didn’t need this plastered across Netflix or Sky Sports. “She…does that because of some trauma she’s got. It’s complicated—“

“So, not only are you dating my ex,” Lando’s tone was wavering on the edge of anger and pure mania, “but you lied to me about knowing her?”

“I know how that looks,” Oscar carded a hand through his hair, quickly growing flustered. He hated the attention—he hated confrontation. “But I honestly wasn’t on speaking terms with her that first day. We hated each other back then.”

“And now you’re here, excusing her actions because of some bullshit excuse—“

“Hey,” Oscar surprised himself at the sudden shortness to his voice, but he couldn’t sit here and let Lando continue to drag Claire through the mud without knowing the full story. “I’m not excusing her actions. Regardless of what she went through, she shouldn’t have done it. But you can’t diminish someone’s trauma just because you don’t know or understand what they went through.”

“Okay, so help me understand,” Lando argued, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Help me understand what exactly happened to turn her into a bitch?” Before Oscar could act on his anger, Claire’s familiar, gentle voice rang from behind the two drivers.

“My dad died.”

The two boys turned, watching as she slowly made her way over to them. She was still wearing her Alpine team kit, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Loose strands of hair hung around her face from wearing her helmet earlier that day.

“I was driving us to visit my mom’s grave,” she continued to explain. Her voice was calm, collected—it perfectly evened out Lando’s aggressive demeanor. “It was raining. The road was ponding. I didn’t see the car next to us hydroplane and swerve. It hit us, and my dad died on impact.” In Oscar’s peripheral vision, he saw Lando’s jaw clench. He knew that he felt sorry for her, but his pride wasn’t allowing him to cave and apologize. Claire extended her hand towards Lando, as if to offer an olive branch of sorts.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you,” she smiled weakly. “I’m sorry for the things I said. I do think you’re a rather good driver—I just wish you could see it for yourself.” Finally, Lando took her hand in his—accepting the apology.

“I’m sorry, too,” he mumbled, as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’m sorry about your dad.” Claire dropped Lando’s hand, then shrugged.

“It’s in the past,” her gaze flickered to Oscar, causing his heart to skip a beat. “It’s time I focus on the future.”

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The Invisibles #1

If I had to pretend to know anything about art, I'd say this cover represents how pop culture can kill. Or will blow your mind. Or feels dangerous but it's actually pretty safe because the pin is still in the grenade.

What the fuck do I know about art and why the fuck am I assuming this comic book is going to be about art anyway?! Just because Grant Morrison wrote it and I happen to think Grant Morrison has written some pretty smart comic books? Well, I'm pretty sure he's written some huge fucking turds too! It's just that I haven't read any of them that I remember. Apparently I've read a few issues of this but I don't really remember it. I don't like to tell people that I don't remember it when they talk about how great it was because that's admitting that 22 year old me wasn't a discerning critic of his entertainment. At least I also can't remember the truly garbage comic books I was reading in 1994 as well! So it's possible I read this and thought, "I'm so smart because I understand what's happening!" Now I'm terrified to read it because I'm absolutely certain I'll think, "What the hell is going on in this comic book? I'm such a stupid asshole!" Oh boy. This comic book is forty pages long. Get ready for a review that explicates the first fifteen pages thoroughly while also digressing twelve separate times before quickly summarizing the last twenty-five pages so I can go play some Apex.

I can't say for certain this is a shot at Ann Nocenti but, thankfully, I can say it's definitely not a shot at me!

This guy is Elfayed. He's retrieved a mummified scarab from the desert believing it might be a sign for the mysterious bald man with too many face piercings and the endeavor he's currently on. Which is a mystery because Grant Morrison isn't going to let the reader understand the comic book on the first page! Sheesh! The second page doesn't help explain things but it does place the word "synchronicity" burning in my brain like a buzzing, blinking neon sign.

Get it? Mummified beetle. Dead Beatles. Boy throwing a Molotov cocktail. Pop culture and violence. I think I intuitively understand this comic book so 70% of the rest of what I say will be dick jokes.

The kid throwing the explosive is one of three members of a gang called the Croxteth Posse. Every youth in Britain joins a gang no matter how stupid and lame they are. It just proves how hard they are even if they never throw one Molotov cocktail or ever even get their genitals touched. The gang members run off into the night, past some "King Mob" graffiti which will be important later, yelling, "We are the boys! We are the boys!" Is that a thing lame youth gangs in London did in the 80s and 90s? Because I remember Lister and his posse saying that shit about being the boys of the Dwarf when they thought they were acting hard on some adventure that probably involved Lister fucking a future version of himself. The Croxteth gang are from Liverpool because Croxteth is a suburb of Liverpool. It shows how imaginative these youths are. I bet there are at least fifty different Croxteth Posses bumbling about at night destroying things. The bald guys name is Gideon (and possibly King Mob. Unless the antagonist is King Mob. I should probably keep reading to find out) and he's both young and old at the same time. He's probably some kind of spirit of the zeitgeist or something, Grant Morrison's Jenny Sparks. He's looking for a new recruit for his own gang since something happened to John-A-Dreams. He might have just died of old age because Gideon's other acquaintance, Edith, is now 95 years old and sulking in her mortality. He wants her to contact somebody named Tom to let him know he thinks he found their new recruit. I think it's probably the anarchist kid because I know how stories work. I'm starting to think maybe The Invisibles are a bit like the Upright Citizens Brigade. Their only enemy is the status quo. Their only friend is chaos. Except there will be less skits with people wearing giant papier-mâché cat heads and more ultra-violence. The arsonist kid's name is McGowan and he's smarter than he acts, according to his teacher who gives him the old "you're not fulfilling your potential and your friends are just dragging you down" speech. But what kind of an anarchist would McGowan be if he gave a shit about what his teacher thinks of him? Oh, that's right! He'd be a good anarchist if he really gave a shit and a bad anarchist if he didn't give a shit but he let the teacher's words affect him anyway. That's how anarchy works, right? The problem with anarchy is that it needs a few rules to make it work well but you can't enforce any rules or else you're not living an anarchic lifestyle. Here's my definition of anarchy from Places & Predators, my roller playing game: a philosophy where anybody can do anything they want without worrying about some stupid guard putting an axe in their head. But they have to worry about everyone else putting an axe in their head all the time because there are no guards. I should probably read The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin instead of all these stupid Han Solo and Lando Calrissian adventure books.

Oh, well McGowan's mother withholds love and affection and blames him for all the ills in her life. I suppose I can now forgive him for torching the school library, right?

McGowan heads out to sit in the cold and watch John Lennon have a conversation with Stuart Sutcliffe. They joke about being dead and it's funny because they are dead. Stuart even says he wants to die young which is doubly funny because he does. Ha ha! McGowan doesn't laugh because maybe he doesn't find gallows humor funny. But some weird creature that speaks some German does laugh. He's all, "Ha ha! They're going to die young! Oh ho ho! Such jolly fun! Now join with me, you dumb kid." He also says some German stuff that I can't make sense of because I don't speak German and I don't want to ask the Non-Certified Spouse what it means. I could use Google but I'm being extra lazy right now. McGowan tells the weird German tourist to fuck off because he doesn't care about anything. But you know what kind of people actually care a lot about everything? The kind who need to tell everybody that they don't care about anything. Only people whose feelings are super hurt say stuff like that. And maybe serial killers. Later McGowan decides to prove he doesn't care by suggesting he and his friends blow up the school. Not because he cares how they think they know everything and they want him to be just like them and all adults lack affection and sincerity. No, he just wants to blow it up because he doesn't give a shit about nothing, man. The scene switches to the bald guy who might be King Mob on an LSD trip. It's nothing like taking LSD but I'll pretend it's all metaphor and analogy and spiritual nonsense. In his trip, he sees a gigantic head of John Lennon. Mostly because the whole trip was to summon this head. It's a double page spread of psychedelic images and nonsense mixed with Beatles lyrics and album titles. Strange that Morrison fails to translate an acid trip involving The Beatles when The Beatles themselves have a song that I think most feels like and describes an acid trip. No, it's not "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds"; it's "Strawberry Fields." If I had to state what my favorite Beatles song was right now, I'd say "Strawberry Fields" even though Magical Mystery Tour might be my least favorite (later) album (although now that I type it, I remember it contained "Penny Lane" and "The Fool on the Hill" and "All You Need is Love" and I guess I was wrong about Magical Mystery Tour being my least favorite album). I added the later because their early pop shit doesn't really resonate with me. I don't think I appreciate their music until after they've met Doctor Robert. Just listened to "Strawberry Fields" and now I'm crying. Fucking great song. While trying to burn down the school, McGowan is caught be his teacher. He gives his teacher a brutal beating and then answers a question he refused to answer in class, just to show he's both smart and violent.

McGowan's arrested and Hugh Laurie sentences him to hard juvenile labor.

I was speaking of acid earlier and I'd like to recommend the documentary on Netflix called Have a Good Trip, especially to people who have never done acid. It's enlightening. You might think that my favorite part was one of the crazier bits about hallucinations or one of the stories about how something odd always happens when on acid (it totally does) but I think my favorite bit is when the musician from Bikini Kill, Kathleen Hanna, tells the story about how acid made her realize that you didn't have to cross the street along the legs of the two triangles comprising the square intersection but can just cross along the hypotenuse. It's not that the idea is mind blowing or even close to an "A-ha!" shower thought; it's just that's the kind of mundane thought that seems like a fucking magic revelation when you're on acid. It's the epitome of the acid experience. LSD makes the mundane profound which is way more exciting than you might think. If you've never done acid, you might have fucked off to the comment section just now to point out that the universe is a wonderful and magical and profound place even without acid. And I fucking agree. But LSD makes everything profound. Every single thing you see or think combines with the fabric of the universe and it all becomes staring at the stars and wondering how it all fucking fits together. But you don't need space or infinity or philosophy; you just need LSD, a stapler, a bottle of water, and a Jack Kirby comic book from the early 70s. Dane McGowan is sentenced to ten weeks in a juvenile facility called Harmony House. It's where violent teenage boys aren't taught to stop being violent; it's where they're taught to use their violence to benefit the government! At least that's my guess. I like to pretend I know what's happening in the comic book as I write the review and then later I delete the wrong assumptions I made and replace them with lies to make me look like a Grandmaster Comic Book Reviewer! Actually, that last sentence was a lie. Normally if I get something wrong, I just write "Oops!" later and then tell readers to forget the terrible mistake I made.

This is the plot to every young adult dystopian book ever written: "Society says conformity is good. But one young spunky individual with weird hair won't submit and will save the world!"

Sometimes I feel the only people touched by stories about the individual refusing to be a sheep of the status quo are people who tend to be sheep of the status quo. To rely identify with the hero in one of these stories, the reader needs to have though of themselves as part of the status quo and felt the need to participate in some activity that would prove that they weren't. Instead of, you know, just being themselves and never actually giving their place in society a second thought. I find odd people who are inspired by a story that tells the reader to be themselves. How is that inspiring unless you never really knew that was an option? And how could you fucking not know it?! But then again, Heathers is one of my all-time favorite movies and I suppose that's got a similar message about being oneself. But it also has murder and some seriously great lines of dialogue and Christian Slater blowing himself to bits.

Oh, remember where I mentioned this comic book was basically screaming "synchronicity" at me and that I understood it on an instinctual level after page two? Grandmaster Comic Book Reader!

The leader of The Invisibles (man, I wish the comic book would just tell me that the bald guy with piercings is actually King Mob already) decides to infiltrate Harmony House to make sure their soon-to-be new recruit, McGowan, is doing okay. I'm sure he'll find he's fine because he's not buying into the whole "be a soldier of the status quo" bullshit being fed to the young boys at the institution. It's easy to be against a Headmaster who thinks arguments like "Liberals love freedom but do they want people to be so free that they can steal their VCRs." But will he be able to stand up against the techno-brainwashing and the influence of the mystical creature running things from behind the scenes?! Probably but only with help from the Upright Citizens Brigade. I mean The Invisibles.

It's surreal that this is the way we thought of controlling the populace in the 90s: turn them into content sheep without any anger or frustration. And yet the exact opposite of that is true: control them by making them angry and frustrated at as many lies and half-truths as you can.

The big twist reveal isn't that the boys' brains are cut up and messed with; it's that the boys genitals are removed as well. Yeesh! Now I'm angry and frustrated! I'm totally against this Harmony House bullshit. Is this actually happening red states?! Horrific! King Mob (yes, they finally reveal that's the bald guy's name) rescues Dane from Harmony House while shooting a bunch of people (including the Headmaster) and blowing the building to bits. It's a good thing we learned the real antagonist was some dick-eating creature called the King of Chains. Dane McGowan isn't ready to join The Invisibles which King Mob was ready for. He had a tarot reading earlier that said the kid was going to have to be put through the wringer first. So he leaves the kid in London and disappears, just so we all know why they're called The Invisibles. I guess Batman is a member? The Invisibles #1 Rating: B+. This issue was forty pages long and it felt like it used every page to move the story along. It's insane that that's one of the greatest compliments I can give a comic book. Way too many writers just fill their scripts with nonsense because they don't have a real plan for their story. I know everybody espouses the idea that a good comic book story should teach the reader something new about the character. But unless learning that Superman can punch something harder than he previously thought he could, or Batman is super resilient and can take a ton of punishment for five issues before rising to the occasion through pure force of will, most comic book writers really don't put a lot of thought into themes. Sure, sure. This sort of feels like the mystic super hero version of Catcher in the Rye which might be why I stopped purchasing it after six issues. Although it's just as likely that I stopped purchasing it at six issues because my infrequent visits to the comic book store made me miss Issue #7 and I just gave up on it. It's not bad and it's put together well and as a young 48 year old who thinks the man can go fuck himself, I'm totally into it's message about being a unique individual! Anarchy rules!

[princeasimdiya12]

Piqua Falls Part 2

So here is part 2 of the Captain Underpants Gravity Falls AU created by @tornrose24 along with @jackie-sugarskull @nintendogamergirlexe and myself. But we highly encourage any and all fans of CU and GF to participate in this AU either by sharing ideas for characters, potential plotlines or funny memes and fanart. This is an open discussion that all are welcome to join in on. The first part along with the last reblog can be found here.

Ooo yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Weird Al would be a perfect fit for the Several Times boy band and the gang would be hyped to see and interact with him. Since there’s no cloning of any kind, would you like there to be some other abnormal activity that he’d be involved in or him just being himself would be more than enough of the adventure?

And okay, I’ll be fine with Sawyer as Abuelita. I’m not sure where that post was where you made the comparison but I’ll be sure to find it.

I can see Erica wanting to work at the Mystery Shack despite Krupp being an overbearing and ruthless boss. She needs a challenge to test her endurance and mental capabilities. And it would be fun for her to rub it in Krupp’s face when she shows how capable she is. I also have some thoughts on what her character arc would be about. I was thinking that she’d be like a foil to George who is also an academically smart kid who has what it takes to achieve higher standing and seeks challenges that are stimulating to her. She represents George but if he was focused more on himself and what he could accomplish rather than just having fun in the moment and not accessing that potential. And to add on to it, he also has his close friendship with Harold which gives him more reason to have fun and not think of himself as much. Thus, Erica would come off as more detached from other kids her age. She’s friendly and willing to interact with them, but she doesn’t have the same bond as the boys have with each other. It’s something that perplexes her and sometimes she feels jealous that George has something he deems more valuable than his own potential.  (And it would be cool if she was hiding some of her own secrets. Particularly if she conveniently found a way to deal with the monster of the week that no one sees coming. Do you think she’d be part of the same government agency that Rhee and Yewh work at, thus setting her up as a potential Judas? Or is she from another dimension who is trying to keep Piqua Falls safe from the imminent threat of ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’. Because you end up laughing for hours on end if you hear or speak his entire full name.)

I’m really happy that you love the ideas! And I think that would be adorable! I love that Bo and Gooch would get to show off their musical talents. I’m not sure if the Bobeesas would allow it, what if as part of their mansion party, they hold a talent show in their mansion encouraging the youth of Piqua Falls to come and display their musical talents for the town and uppercrust. Bo and Gooch already have their banjo-organ duet set up but they take a drastic turn when they meet Annie Manda Presto (animando presto which is Italian for ‘to be fast in spirit’) a fierce girl with a serious attitude and a protégé opera singer. So while the boys try to get her attention for music advice, they also start to worry about their own music and may end up in conflict over the other’s musical taste. As for Harold, I take it that something happened in which Billy had to uphold his end of his deal with the devil which ended up crushing Harold either because of what Billy had to do or some misunderstanding. The gang tried to take him to the party to get his mind off of it but he was still in a slump. That is, until a mysterious masked boy with an aquatic necklace offers him his hand to dance…

You also make a valid point regarding Anthrope. It’s hard to imagine her being as insane or deadly compared to McGucket. Although her having emotional mood swings would definitely help her in that regard. (It’ll be kinda like Junko going through her personality changes in the last trial right @jackie-sugarskull ?) But if you’re not completely sold on Anthrope for the role, we can always change her for someone else.

That totally makes sense for Melvin. He’d be an established rival of the Shack since he’s trying to win over the public with his mechanical wonders. Made even more wonderous when he finds the second Journal and uses it to his advantage. His reputation in the town is often tarnished thanks to George and Harold publishing comics about Melvin that demean him and paint him as a laughable dweeb (this is one of the few times Krupp is okay with them making comics and even offers to copy them himself so there’s plenty for everyone). I’m thinking that he would end up creating his own monsters of the week in order to terrorize the gang while also trying to find a way to break through and learn of the Shack’s secrets. He’d still have his obsessive crush on Erica and would try to woo her with his smarts and superiority. And Erica returns the gesture with a knuckle sandwich.

Ooo I just had an idea. What if Krupp originally hired Melvin to help him rebuild the machine after he learned from the papers about him being a prodigal genius when it comes to inventing. So he brought him over to the shack with the promise of him being the next Einstein if he could figure out the machine and get it up and running. To Krupp, it actually seems like a miracle since the kid is a whiz at machines. But just because Krupp hires him doesn’t mean that the partnership is easy. Melvin is as insufferable and nitpicky as ever while Krupp doesn’t want him to ask too many questions and wants him to get it done asap. So while Melvin looks around the computer room, she comes across the Author’s loose notes and personal entries where they discuss the machine in vague terms while also referring to the danger of Poopypants as a powerful cosmic entity. Something clicks to Melvin that he becomes drawn to the entity and learns about the other journals which can lead him to personally communicate with him just like the Author did long ago. But Krupp realizes what’s about to happen and doesn’t want a repeat of his past mistake. So he stops Melvin from leaving with this new info by using one of the memory wipes left lying around. Thus, Melvin no longer remembers anything about the portal or him working for Krupp. But he knows  that something big is hiding underneath that primitive shack and he wants to find out what it is. And fortunately, he already knows where to look thanks to a note book page he stashed on himself that reveals the location of Journal 2.

And after that scuffle, Krupp becomes even more secretive regarding the portal and the shack itself. Even if the boys make fun of him for it, no one is learning his secrets on what’s underneath the shack.  Huh, I’m honestly seeing a lot of symbolism regarding the crummy shack that everyone knows and sees followed by the secret portal that no one knows about and how it harbors his darkest secret.

Awww that’ll be adorable. And if they do time travel back, then they may just meet only CU. If CU lived in Piqua Falls his whole life then Krupp wouldn’t have been around at the time. Unless of course he came to visit for a reunion of sorts thus giving the boys the chance to meet both men at the same time.  Aww now I’m imagining CU in his cape and underwear trying to ‘help’ people while freaking them out.

I’m really glad you like that zodiac sign for him. Lol And for the other characters, maybe we can include Lisa’s who’s symbol would be a musical note. Or the emblem belonging to her family which has a musical theme. Billy’s would be a seashell with a star in the middle; the shell representing his heritage and the star to show how his wish inspired him to change in different ways.

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SPOILERS THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN, TEENS AND ADULTS WHO HAVE NOT YET WATCHED GRAVITY FALLS. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Ahh I see what you mean. Well if necessary we can base them on the villains that are directly from George and Harold’s comics both in the book series and the animated series. ( The Wicked Wedgie Woman, the Egg Salad Manwich, the Turbo Toilet 2000, the 3 Robo-Boogers, Sir Stinks A lot, the Jorts Alien, the Socktopus, Jessica’s evil twin sister Messica etc.). As for Edith, it would make the most sense considering that neither she nor Krupp would willingly throw their frustrations at each other like the Stan twins. To quote Phineas Flynn, “Yes, yes we do.” And in all fairness, it’s hard not to make him suffer considering all the messed up things he does to everyone in every adaptation of CU ever. He brought this on himself and we’re at least thoughtful enough to give him a happy ending in any AU. Provided that he works for it. :p And yeah, Edith isn’t one to hold a grudge so she’d be willing to let Krupp into her life. But she does need a lot of time to readjust to every that happened in her absence along with ensuring that Poopypants isn’t successful in crossing over.

*ominous Latin music plays in the background even louder*

Ahh alrighty. Either way, it still sounds like a great outfit idea. :)

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Session 21

Edith Runekill stands up.

Malkas stuffs a few more fries into his mouth, then follows Edith.

Pepper finishes off her milkshake and roots around what Mal left of his fries.

Capridi waits until she finishes her last burger before she gets up to help. She follows the rest outside.

Grim is with Cap on this one, she finishes her food before she goes anywhere

Edith Runekill is still holding her pop when she arrives outside.

Sydney Gaydos is already Gone With the Wind you guys and HELPING. She quickly makes her way to the people in need with the car. "Hello! Never fear! The Great Detective Gayods is here to help!"

Pepper follows out, eventually.

In this session, we take care of a one-eyed monster and end up with a baby.

The set-up: Later in the day after Big Hex and Mal's magic lessons.

The Game: We've escaped the no man's land of county fairs and truck stops and are on the way to the next populated town.  The first sign of civilization is poorly painted, in the middle of the highway, reads “RODE CLOZED”, and directs us to a detour path off the main road. Being the adventuring group we are, we decide to ignore the sign completely and keep on the main road.  We're rewarded with a small town, a diner, and a pile of burgers for lunch.

While the group eats, Mal makes friendly chat with Cap and asks if she's ever been to Thay—our ultimate destination.  She dodges his question and the conversation is cut short when everyone notices a beat-up car being pushed into the parking lot by a bloodied and haggard looking couple.  Syd rushes out to help, followed shortly by Mal and Edith with Cap, Pepper, and Grim eventually making their way out.

The couple tells us they followed a sign on the road to a detour where a pair of giants were waiting and asked for a toll.  They tried to pay money, but the giants smashed their car and took their baby.  Good thing we're here!

Grim nods and looks at Sydney

Helia (GM): "They didn't want money, we... we tried to pay them."

"They smashed the car and took our daughter."

Sydney Gaydos returns a look at Grim, then the couple and then looks Serious. "We'll get your baby back."

Edith Runekill leans in close. "That's awful, and we're not gonna let 'em get away with it."

Edith Runekill: "We'll do whatever we can to bring your little girl back, safe and sound."

Helia (GM): "Wh-what? Why?"

Sydney Gaydos: "Because that's what we do of course! We're heroes!"

Capridi just goes along with it for once.

Grim: "Cause nobody gives a kid a choice."

Capridi nods

Helia (GM): "We... uh, okay... Thank you." The woman bursts into tears again.

With a bit more questioning, we figure out that the giants are a pair of cyclops and the less said about why they want a baby, the better.  We waste no time driving out to the detour and come up with a plan: lure the cyclops out and try to get the drop on them.

Malkas looks around, "I'm... gonna hide, see if I can get the drop on them?"

Capridi: "Are you suggesting we bait them?"

Capridi looks around "Who's the shortest?"

Pepper eyes between Grim and Edith. "With or without the hat?"

Edith Runekill eyes the rest of the party, warily.

Grim looks at Capridi

Grim: "One've us looks like livestock."

Capridi glares back at Grim, though she has a point

Malkas makes a gesture with his hand and he vanishes from sight.

Malkas: The leaves rustle as he apparently jumps into the bushes.

Sydney Gaydos: "One-eye beings do have trouble seeing... most things. Capridi could be mistaken for livestock under the right sort of circumstances."

Grim and Mal go hide while Pepper, Syd, Edith, and Cap try to sell the illusion of a giant sheep to a pair of giant sheep-eaters.  They buy the ruse, except they want a sheep and a half as payment to pass and won't be haggled down.  One kindly agrees to take the sheep we do have and they'll wait for the other to be delivered, but we decide to just cut to the chase.

Helia (GM): One of the cyclops puts his club down and bends down to pick up Capridi.

Capridi takes her sickle out of her bag but keeps it behind her back. She is trusting this plan less than before it had even started.

Helia (GM): "Lets see sheepy."

Grim: "Look with your eye, not your hands."

And Grim shoots it in the eye.  Mal gets the drop on one of them, but Grim accidentally shoots him, too.  He was still invisible, oops. Then double oops when the cyclops he's riding pastes him with its club kinda-sorta killing him a bit.  Syd hookshots onto the cyclops that can still see and gets in a few whacks while Cap heals Mal. After getting roughed up by a cyclops's club, Edith spies a bag tied to one of their waistbands with the baby inside. Mal runs off to recover her while the others take shots at the pair of cyclops to keep them distracted.

Mal's successful and passes the baby off to Cap while one of the cyclops passes Syd off to Grim. By throwing her.  Grim, enraged, moves to rush the cyclops but is stopped short by Edith hitting it with a massive fireball.

And that's one down!  The group gangs up on the remaining cyclops and with a few coordinated attacks—including another giant fireball from Edith—it dies.  We win!

Edith helps Cap console the baby while Syd helps Pepper console Grim.

Sydney Gaydos nudges Pepper on the back a bit. "Perhaps a certain elven friend named Pepper? Gaydos would offer but she is unsure of what the problem is, but you seem to know."

Malkas: "How's uh... it doing?"

Edith Runekill: "She's calmed down. Poor little thing..."

Malkas cocks his head at the baby. Most of the babies he's met have had tails and horns. This one seems somehow ... incomplete.

Pepper to Syd. "Yeah. Maybe." She scoots a little closer to Grim.

Pepper: "Hhhhhhhhhhhhey." It sounds like she's sprung a leak.

Grim: "Leave me be, Pepper." Her voice is a little lower than usual. Warning.

Pepper claps her hands together. "Roger-dodger."

Pepper spins on her heel back to Syd.

Well.  The baby's doing fine.  We deliver her back to her grateful parents and decide the best thing to do is put as much distance between this place and us as possible.

Malkas reaches into his bag and pulls out a flask. He hands it over his back to Grim.

Grim glances at the flask and then accepts it without a word

Grim takes a swig and hands it back

Edith Runekill wanders over to Capridi

Malkas takes it.

Edith Runekill: "Hey, Capridi..."

"Nice work back there."

Edith Runekill: "You saved the baby, you saved Mal..."

"So. Well."

"Thanks."

Capridi shakes he head and shrugs "I'm earning my keep. But yeah... Stealing babies is some bullshit I can't tolerate."

Edith Runekill nods, emphatically.

Malkas pulls out of the parking lot and on to the road. "We got maybe sixteen hours to Proskur."

Edith apologizes to Grim for all the fire during the fight, Grim tells her not to worry about it.  Grim also apologizes to Mal for the friendly fire, but he waves her off.  They all wax philosophical—night driving and close brushes with death have that effect on people.

Grim: "....you were right, Runekill."

"We did good today."

Edith Runekill: "Thanks."

Edith Runekill exhales her cigarette smoke slowly. She did good today. They all did.

Grim removes her hat and sets it in her lap, opening her eyes again to stare at the sky

Grim: "Ilmater says we suffer to keep others from suffering. Once in a while, it's a call you get to make."

Edith Runekill nods.

Grim: "There's patterns that repeat, like frost spreading out over glass. But when you seen it once, you know how it's gonna go further on down the road."

"Once in a while you're in a time and a place to intervene."

"And that ain't ever somethin' I'll take for granted."

Edith Runekill: "Yeah..."

"If we'd eaten lunch a little earlier, or stopped somewhere, we never would've even known those folks were in trouble..."

"The fact that circumstances all aligned to bring us together at that moment, at just the right time to save a kid... it feels like a gift? Or..."

Pepper: "Luck?" she offers, digging into an orange she pulled out of some pocket.

Edith Runekill: "I don't know. It just feels... Important."

Grim: "I'll say it is important, to the kid that gets to grow up."

Edith Runekill: "Enid."

"Gonna be thinking about her for a long time after this, I think."

Grim: "There's worse things than being remembered."

Grim lights a fresh cigarette and closes her eyes again

Pepper: "And her folks," she says, idly trying to pass Grim half the orange.

Grim either doesn't notice or straight up ignores it

Pepper: "Having to think the worst about their kid like that. It'll stick with them, too," she says, taking the orange for herself.

Malkas: "Almost was the worst."

Pepper: "Mm," she agrees, settling into her seat with a serious look.

Edith Runekill: "But... but it wasn't."

"And at least we can say that much."

Edith, Mal, and Pepper talk about their parents and compare upbringings.

Malkas: "My mom told me, before I left for Neverwinter, is that chances to help would fall into my lap and to just take them when I found them."

Pepper: "Yeah? That's nice. Maybe she could give my mom a few pointers for encouraging words," she grins, tossing the orange peel.

Edith Runekill: "Before I moved to Neverwinter, my ma said I was definitely going to get mugged and murdered because cities aren't safe."

Edith Runekill shrugs.

Malkas: "I'd pay good money to get your ma, mine and Pepper's into a room."

"Together."

Edith Runekill: "Oh, Auril."

Pepper: "Bah, you don't even know my mom."

Edith Runekill: "Ocila and Ma would probably get in a fistfight."

Malkas: "You know my mom would knock yours the hell out."

"Pep, I'm just making an educated guess."

Pepper: "Oo, go on," she says, sitting up and grinning right at Mal.

Edith Runekill hides under her hat.

Malkas: "I feel like she's a bit distant. Loved you but also wanted you to play outside and not get dirt on the rug."

"Or only play inside."

"And not get dirt anywhere."

"That about right?"

Pepper snorts loud.

Malkas: "I'm just guessing. I'm no great judge of character."

"I think your mom is probably pretty fancy at the very least."

Pepper: "No, no, you got it exactly right. If you wanted to describe most of her relationship with my dad. Except the distant part."

"But fancy, yes," she says, eating a candy.

Malkas: "My mom's idea of fancy is buying a suit for Lemuel only when we were kids because then it would only be a little too big for me and a little too small for Ferg."

"We could never wear it at the same time, if we all had a special occasion, we'd need to do quick changes in the bathroom as we needed to appear."

Pepper: "That's rough."

Malkas: "Eh."

Pepper: "But, nah, my mom," she thinks. "She was just always around. Dad had work to do a lot so it was just us. It's not like I have any siblings, unsurprisingly."

Edith Runekill has been notably silent here.

Pepper: "So we did a lot together. She even did my tutoring for awhile."

Pepper: "She'd like you guys, I think," she says, examining her fingernails.

Malkas: "Everyone likes me."

Edith Runekill: "It's true."

Bless these nerds.

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New intro! Old intro here!

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★ Shows/Movies i like ig: Over the Garden Wall [GREG], (old) SpongeBob (rip), Gravity Falls [STANLEYYYYY], The Good Doctor [Shaun], Amazing Digital Circus, The Amazing World of Gumball, Amphibia, STEVEN UNIVERSE [Peridot], Centaurworld [Ched], Law and Order Special Victims Units [Detective Benson], Jurassic Park/World movies (mainly the parks tho) [IAN MALCOM], Matilda (original) [Ms. Trenchable], Hamilton [Philip], The Lorax, Forest Gump [forest🧍‍♀️], and LOTS of others I can't remember at the moment ★ Games that are cool: Guts and Blackpowder [BARRY], MineCraft (before all this stuff), Pressure, Undertale, Amanda the Adventurer [wooly :( ], Mouthwashing [daisuke] [and anya :( ], prolly others i forgot ★ Books too??: Boy in the Striped Pajamas [bruno], Animal Farm (i know yall hate it but idc), The Odyssey [Polyphemus], Wings of Fire, uhm that's it? Idk i don't read a lot ★ Artists: Will wood [Cicada days], Miracle Musical, Million Eyes, The Blasting Company, Laufey, Adele, Jack Stauber, C418 [Mice on Venus], Mitski [nobody], Sodikken [misery meat], Super Guitar Bros, Wrong Organ, and others? Yeah ★ OTHER stuff i like: GOD! I LOVE JESUS! Animals, bugs, art, gore, writing, space, dragons, technology, anatomy, Just your typical dumb nerd stuff, color yellow, random shit

My stuff (ocs) ??: [the blue is a link to the tags i put so the art of them is easier to find] Caroline- caroline ma childe Thomas- thomas ma boyy Claire (not mine) - claire bbg <3 Mr. Sappy- mr sappy :3 Princess (not mine)- princess the best clown Cassandra- the teeny weeny clown child Regina and Olive (not mine)- not my red twins Carmen (mouthwashing oc)- (fuck jimbus) Edith- edith throwing gang signs Boris- boris the goat Gustav- single armed bastard

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In the making of new kids 💖💖

*please excuse my chicken scratch writing*

Edith is an elf, born deaf. Her mom died giving birth, so she really close to her father. She's very bubbly and extroverted, though relies on an interpreter [first being just her father]. When a freshman she met boris

Boris is a goat satyr and has a bitchy attitude half the time. Bro has anger issues, adopting such habits from his slowly-dividing parents. But he took signing classes beforehand, not expecting to know anyone who'd might need it

From there they became friends, going to the same college and stuff. Who knows, maybe they'll see Thomas tee he

Caterpillar

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HELLO!! THIS WILL BE A TAG LIST

heyya folks and followers, heres a list of all my kiddos (and other ocs of friends I draw)! Feel free to send asks about them, or just anything

Caroline

Thomas

Claire

Mr. Sappy

Princess

Cassandra

Regina and Olive

Edith

Boris

Gustav

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Interact with this post if you want to be tagged when i post art/write about my kiddos :3 or just in general tee hee

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Drew a bit more of edith

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About me (?) [updated :3]

is pretty long, so its below the cut :3

Also look at this!! Took forver augh.

Hey y'all. 16 and a bit crazy. Prolly autistic but i mean, rizz em with the tism. I draw and write sometimes, though mostly draw :3 I know a bunch of random facts and I'm a Christian :3 TE AMO JESUS ❤️❤️❤️ (I actually know like, no spanish 🥲, but I know some ASL)

i love my son my sweet baby boy, my baby bobinkus, my silly willy zesty westy stinky binky skibinkous (hes a cat)

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Fav characters [if any] in red :3

Shows/Movies i like ig:

Over the Garden Wall [GREG]

(old) SpongeBob (rip)

Gravity Falls [STANLEYYYYY]

The Good Doctor

Amazing Digital Circus

The Amazing World of Gumball

Amphibia

STEVEN UNIVERSE [Peridot]

Centaurworld [Ched]

Law and Order Special Victims Units

Jurassic Park/World movies (mainly the parks tho) [IAN MALCOM]

Matilda (original) [Ms. Trenchable]

The Lorax

and LOTS of others I can't remember at the moment

Games that are cool:

Guts and Blackpowder [BARRY]

MineCraft (before all this stuff)

Pressure

Amanda the Adventurer [wooly :( ]

Mouthwashing [daisuke] [and anya :( ]

prolly others i forgot

OTHER stuff i like:

Animals

bugs

art

gore

writing

space

dragons

technology

anatomy

Just your typical dumb nerd stuff

My fav color is yellow cuz why not

My stuff (ocs) ??:

[the blue is a link to the tags i put so the art of them is easier to find]

Caroline- caroline ma childe

Thomas- thomas ma boyy

Claire (not mine) - claire bbg <3

Mr. Sappy- mr sappy :3

Princess (not mine)- princess the best clown

Cassandra- the teeny weeny clown child

Regina and Olive (not mine)- not my red twins

Carmen- (fuck jimbus)

Edith- edith throwing gang signs

Boris- boris the goat

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[everyonesomething]

Session Ten

Sydney Gaydos goes O: "Gaydos doesn't believe she's had the pleasure of deep-dish pizza. Well, it will the Great Detective's Treat!"

Malkas: "Thanks Syd."

Edith Runekill: "I mean, see, that's just it!!! Here I am, being slung over the shoulder of my HANDSOME BOYFRIEND, in a cool, smoke-filled pool hall, after I watched two of my friends spend like ten minutes punching eachother in really cool ways???????"

Malkas does not trust her to go up stairs right now.

Edith Runekill: "And, like, I thought my life would just be I spend a few years in the city before I go back and become, I don't know, a farm wife???? Maybe do some agricultural magic????"

"Aaaaaa," she says, trying to sum things up a bit.

Grim just got called someone's friend

Grim does not know what to do with that

Malkas: "Corn magic!"

Edith Runekill: "I mean, corn magic is interesting!!! Agricultural magic is why the Plaguewrought Lands aren't wrought by plagues!! It's important, good work!!!"

"But it's not what I wanted. And I'm starting to think maybe what I want matters after all???"

Pepper: "I heard it's pretty amaizing, you could stalk out a good career in corn magic, right?"

Grim: "Don't encourage her."

Edith Runekill: "Yeah, it's... oh, stalk!!!! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha, oh, Pepper. Stalk!!!!"

Grim: "You'll get an earful."

Malkas: "BA'AL."

Pepper squints at Grim. "I think you got popped harder than you think."

Edith Runekill: "An... ear... full. Oh sweet Auril!!!! Grim!!! You made a pun!!!!! Grim!!!!!"

Edith Runekill is wheezing hysterically

In this session we discover hidden depths to our party members.

The set-up: It's the evening of our lich-filled day and we're gathered at a poolhall for some much needed R&R.

The Game: The whole gang is sporting hot new threads because nothing takes your mind off near-death like buying an outfit.

Edith Runekill saunters into the pool haul-- wearing pants! And boots!! And a cool leather jacket!!! ...because her only other change of clothes is back at the Steele house.

Malkas is dressed in the same outfit but different colors.

Grim is wearing the poncho/cape/whatever situation that someone gave her, her old leather coat folded into her pack.

Sydney Gaydos is wearing the REAL and AUTHENTIC detective hat Pepper got her from their shopping trip!

Pepper has basically the same basic outfit with a nice silk handkerchief tucked into the pocket.

We look so good y'all.

Edith and Mal shoot a few games of pool while Pepper and Sydney waste money on the new pinball machine. Mal waves Grim over to join in their game who single-handedly clears the table before going back to being her usual level of social: hovering at the edge of the group and watching them goof off. Everyone else spends about 10 minutes crowded around the pinball machine before Pepper manages to hit the high score.

After that it's another round of pool: Mal and Edith vs Pepper and Syd. Edith is already drunk.

Pepper chalks up a cue. "Rack em up, then."

Edith Runekill: "Well, they say bad boys are hot! Haha. Uh."

Malkas racks up the balls, "Ohh Edith."

Edith Runekill: "Well, rack 'em...? Is that what they say?"

Malkas: "Please don't introduce new, funny words to Edi while she's drunk."

Pepper didn't think she had.

Edith Runekill: "Rack those balls. Haha. Um."

"Oh."

Edith Runekill has had maybe half of her drink at this point.

Edith Runekill | It's real bad.

The poolhall is also host to an amateur fight night in the basement, Grim, Syd, and Mal sign up leaving the two squishy casters to watch their things. Although Edith, drunk on cheap beer and her naturally rambunctious spirit, initially tries to sign up, too.

Mal's up first and fights some ugly mug known as Glass Ted who gives him a few body blows, then fights totally dirty by grabbing him by the tail and hurling him out of the ring. Edith is incensed.

Edith Runekill: "Mal, are you okay???"

"That [infernal] fucker!!"

Malkas rubs his the base of his tail, "I'll be fine."

Grim: "No magic, Runekill. You'd snap like a twig."

Edith Runekill: "What an [infernal] shithead [common] he was!!"

"I'm tougher than I look!!"

Grim: "That doesn't mean much."

Edith Runekill: "I, um."

Malkas: "Edith, I don't want to have to drag you home and explain to my mom what we've been doing."

Grim: "Tell you what, kid. Sit this one out and I'll show you how to throw a real punch when we get home."

Edith Runekill: "Oh!"

"S-sure!!"

Edith is a treasure and beloved asset to the team.

Grim's up next and her fight goes better, though her opponent does throw a handful of sand in her eyes at first before she trashes him. Syd gets revenge on Glass Ted for Mal. Soon it's down to just Grim and Syd as the finalists, and everyone really gets into it. How exciting!

Edith Runekill: "I'm glad this tournament is ending with chivalrous combat between two worthy opponents!!!"

"Haha."

Grim isn't that chivalrous though

Sydney Gaydos gets punched RIGHT IN THE SNOOT. Quite hard.

Edith Runekill winces at the blow. But, well, that's what happens in a fight...?

Malkas: "Oh Asmodeus."

Pepper directs some choice Elvish words to what she thinks of THAT punch.

Grim might be smaller than Syd but she fights like a sack of raccoons

Sydney Gaydos is doing that boxer hop since she's super into the moment

It comes down to the wire, but Syd manages to outlast Grim to win the match. Syd wins a sack of gold and Grim is in a good mood after the mutually-assured pummeling. Time for pizza! Mal and Grim go out to hail a cab and Edith keeps the mood light.

Edith Runekill: "Anyway, hey. Uh. Like. One gal to another. Do you ever get that feeling where, like, you just really admire another girl and like you want her to think you're good and cool and you also kind of want to be like her???? Does that ring a bell???"

Pepper looks at Syd like 'what'

Sydney Gaydos shoots Pepper a ?????? look.

Moving on.

All is forgotten when the gang gets to a pizza restaurant and is distracted by another pinball machine. Syd and Pepper make some headway into it, but then Edith comes over to show them the ropes. We wouldn't let her fight in the ring, but she's bound and determined to have her own battle of the night.

Edith Runekill: "All right, girls," she says, "Time to watch the pinball wizard at work."

Edith Runekill: rolling d20-2

(1)-2 = -1

Pepper watches Edith fall flat on her ass.

Malkas: "..."

Edith Runekill: "..."

"ta... da..."

Edith Runekill: "my poor butt"

Grim looks around

Grim: "..."

Pepper: "Definitely greasing the machine, here."

Sydney Gaydos helps the poor drunk Edith up.

Malkas: "... Okay."

Malkas goes to Fetch Edith.

Edith Runekill: "mal..."

"am i... dying..."

Malkas: "You okay, bunny?"

Edith Runekill: "mal... i love you... please remember me..."

Malkas lifts Edith up.

Grim is trying really hard not to laugh audibly

Edith Runekill: "Oof!"

Malkas: "I love you too. Let's get you some water."

Nora rolls up a new character out of shame.

Once she recovers some, Edith reminisces about life on the farm back in ol' Plaguewrought Land. Mal then waxes poetic about his job of tomb exploration for the museum: solving puzzles and traps that have stumped lesser researchers and preserving the history of it all. Grim shares her very practical reasons for bounty hunting: it's money and she's good at it. Syd tells us about her mothers and the Pixieton Detective Agency, her family's business—though she's cagey about how she came to be part of that family. Pepper uncharacteristically keeps her big mouth shut and doesn't say much of anything about herself other than claiming to have a restless spirit—well, that much is probably true.

The gang finishes out the pizza and the night with a better understanding of each other, even if nobody managed to beat that pinball machine.

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