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I call myself a cinephile a lot for someone who needs to be constantly reminded that movies exist and that I should watch them when I have the time

[cowvboyenema]

// I'm never going to school again this shit is fucking absurd

[roach-works]

to be fair i think if you showed the victorians pictures of steampunk ladies with their skirts universally hiked up to show off their thighs and ray gun thigh-holsters, the victorians would all have been like 'yeah okay that indubitably fucks. but where's the lunar bat men.'

I suppose the big reason I prefer to draw a line between steampunk (i.e., taking modern ideas about what a high-tech society ought to look like and projecting them backwards onto an imagined 1890s) and Victorian retrofuturism (i.e., taking what people who actually lived in the 1890s imagined the year 2000 would look like and running with it) is because the second one is typically way more batshit than the first. Steampunk gets you giant robot spiders; Victorian retrofuturism gets you a habitable Lunar surface populated by anthropomorphic bat people. These are both very cool, but the latter has a certain something the former lacks.

[audreyscribes]

PJO ROMAN DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: ⚡ JUPITER/JOVE: KING OF THE GODS, GOD OF (DIURNAL) THUNDER AND THE SKY⚡

Author’s Note: Alright, when I was writing the Greek demigods h/cs, I did keep in mind some of them and their Roman counterparts (i.e. Hera demigod), so when that one anon asked about doing Roman demigods, I got curious and this is my attempt. I do understand why there isn’t a lot but I gave it a shot. It’s not going to be the same for the Greek version and it’s not going to be very detailed since Camp Jupiter and New Rome is more limited than the Greeks, and there are some overlaps between the two, so that’s why. Hope you like it and enjoy! ROMAN DEMIGODS H/CS MASTERLIST LINKS: [TUMBLR] // [AO3]

You’re going to be held in high regard since your godly father is Jupiter Jove himself. The King of the gods, chief deity of the Roman state, Central member of the Archaic Triad, Capitoline Triad; guardian of the state with Juno and Minerva, and the Dii Consentes. You’re respected based on the premise that Jupiter is basically head honcho of the Roman state. However, this brings a lot of pressure as people expect you to be a leader and be just like Jupiter, and be the embodiment of Roman values. 

You’re probably either more composed or learn how to be more composed with your emotions and actions; not only reflecting how the Roman gods are more strict, disciplined, responsible, and calm; but because of your environment. You’re the child of Jupiter so they automatically look to you as a figure of leadership which means they’re always watching you.

In terms of power, between Greek and Roman demigods, I have this idea that Greek demigods have more broad and abstract range while Roman demigods have a more limited yet technical use with more accuracy. So compared to a child of Zeus whose powers have lightning and thunder which means general electrokinesis; as a child of Jupiter your powers are more refined, so you can pull off more tricks and technical control. Hey, that means you can fly more in a barrel roll, breaking the sound barrier while the children of Zeus can just generally fly. 

Another power as a child of Jupiter may have is light based powers; based on one of Jupiter’s epithet as Jupiter Lucetius (Of the Light) where he was esteemed as purveyor of the universe. It makes sense if you consider lightning having the word ‘light’ and lightning does produce ‘light’, so unlike a child of Apollo, your light is more lightning in nature then the rays of the sun.

On a more not so serious note, you find yourself saying “By Jove!” more often than not; not only as a sign of exclamation of surprise or emphasis, but also because Jupiter is also called Jove, so you’re basically required to say something like “my god! or “good god”.  Then again, everyone else says that, aside from “by gods” or some variation of it, so you’re constantly on edge or wincing because they’re basically yelling “Your Dad!”

I have a feeling that the people of Rome see the Gods more as figures while the Greek see the gods as representation of their domains. So you’re going to be seen as either Jupiter himself or the representation of Roman values and rites; which makes you being pushed into the head of politics, management, and the such.

Following above, it feels like a very high school drama; where you’re the Prom Monarchy, the popular kid. I mention about the pressure but it also extends to your social life; there’s going to be unspoken and spoken words of who you should be hanging out with, who not to associate with and whatnot. In terms of your love life, like Jason and Reyna being expected to be together romantically, you also have the same treatment. Either it’s someone of your station or above it, in terms of respect to your parentage, and so forth.

In terms of demigods or legacies, you’re often pushed together with a child of Venus, due to Venus being the ancestor of the Roman people through her son Aeneas who survived the fall of Troy and fled to what is now Italy, and Julius Caesar as well. And when there’s news of a child of Hera/Juno? Oh Jove.

If it’s a child of Hera, all of the senate immediately begins to plan a political debate on how you and the child of Hera get together, or should they send a word of decree or plan a war to seize them. If it’s a child of Juno, I’m so sorry but you’re definitely forced to be with them because the two of you are the living representation and figures for the people of Rome, and the two of you existence together is a sign from the gods.

Despite this all, what Cohort you get into will depend on the reference letters and your honours. Just because you’re a child of Jupiter, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from placement. Much like Jason Grace, if you’re not put into the 1st cohort, expect a ton of criticism. Unlike being a child of Zeus, you have less freedom of existing with every aspect of Jupiter and his associations being placed upon you.

If you’re a legacy of Jupiter, which is more likely then not, you’re not that entirely unexempt from the same problems nor benefits then a direct blood of Jupiter. Maybe less so or not, but the pressure is still there. Of course, with being a legacy, your powers and aspects you have with Jupiter become more individualistic and specific, but nonetheless, the powers that you do have are very strong.  

[jaydovekj]

my favorite ace attorney characters and what I head canon their middle names to be

apollo - jovie. his mom got to pick his first name.... and jove picked his middle name.

kristoph - mortium. I rlly like the sound of it and also it has the root word "mort" which means death in latin and... yeah. ium indicates a metallic element and like. blood tastes like copper, no? idk but its mainly about the "mort" root part. sounds classy and a little bit pretentious, like kristoph

klavier - audium. its a theater name, yes. "aud" is a latin root word that means "to hear" or "to listen." he's musical, duh, but also I think it fits his character well. in aa4, really, that's what he does: listen. he listens to and trusts kristoph wholly in the beginning. also, literally, they listened to lamirior's song ike a million times and they listened (before the trial) to guilty love to figure out where the missed cut was. the name sounds like autumn. I think klavier is an autumn child. it also matches kristoph's middle name. they're doomed siblings, entwined fates, etcetera blah blah. that now post I need to dig up about aa4 being about what you hear instead of what you see lamiroir being blind and only able to hear what happened in turnabout serenade, apollo's loud ass voice, klavier's whole rock band thing, phoenix speaking up about kristoph n stuff, and just that resent theme. you can't trust what you see [ ex. forged evidence ] in favor of what you hear [ ex. witness testimony and such ]. idk I feel like it fits. this was a bit ramble and tbh I made it up last minute but now I like it enough to use it

trucy - aiko. japanese name. means love child, apparently, based on my sources (Japanese girl baby name website). anyways trucy is a child born of love. her first parents did love her, truly. her dad wore a necklace with a. picture of her all those years after leaving. her mother..... uh, no comment im pretty sure lamiroir does love her kids but she just. can't deal w/ them rn. (pretty shitty she's waited so long if you ask me but hey, I'd probably need a bit after getting all those memories back too. again, no comment.)anyways, despite her dad straight up LEAVING and stuff, he does love her. he left her in good hands--with phoenix wright. now here's where I really mean this name is important. the father-daughter bond between trucy and phoenix is, I think , unrivaled. allow me to explain. phoenix took her in and, clearly, at first, he was nervous. he thought it was a temporary arrangement. replay aa4, you'll see. I just can't find the screenshots rn. you can see how deeply he began to care for her though and it literally melted my heart. she accepted him as her dad, too. and they stuck with each other all that time. they're the father-daughter duo and you can't convince me otherwise. I love thinking about the wright family.

if I come up with more, ill prolly reblog with them

[brodorokihousuke]

If Jove wasn’t dead as hell, He could be a popular musician and just divorced and Klavier could just confuse Apollo for him and Apollo confuse Klavier for Kristoph and they can bond over being confused for their relatives.

Also sibling reveal of Jove going “You look like my ex wife” when trucy wears the magician outfit

Sorry I keep bothering you with it I’m insane -Ponco-Tsu

The idea of him being alive but estranged from Apollo is fairly interesting (and would be a nice diversion from the generic ace attorney dead parent trope). Apollo had no idea who Klavier was despite him being popular (and also being his boss' brother? and the guy who disbarred Phoenix?) so it's even reasonable to say Apollo would have just... deftly dodged any mention of this guy until Klavier is offhandedly like... hey you look like this musician??

That method of sibling reveal is hysterical 💀 like

"Woah, that fit's... nearly identical to what my ex-wife wore!"

"Your... ex-wife?"

"Yeah! Your mother, in fact."

"My mother."

"Mhm. Thalassa Gramarye."

"..."

[boom SFX] [screenshake] "My mother is Thalassa Gramarye?!"

And I don't mind. I don;t think there's anything in the world I enjoy more than discussing AA things and such lmaoo

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Blood Will Out - Ch 8: Forewarned is Forearmed

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

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Like a small animal squeezing through an apparently much-too-small gap, Tarvek squirmed his way past Teodora. He darted across the room and grabbed Agatha’s arms. Disheveled, wild-eyed, and breathless, he was wearing what had once been very elegant travelling clothes, now covered in a layer of dust and damp with stale sweat Agatha could smell. He was wearing a different pair of glasses with much larger lenses, which only emphasized the frantic terror.  

"Young man, what do you think you are doing?" Teodora demanded. 

“You need to run,” Tarvek said. “My father, the Geisterdamen, they’re on their way here right now.”

“What?” Saturnus exclaimed. He grabbed Tarvek and dragged him away from Agatha, glaring at him. “Who the hell are you? What are you talking about?”

Agatha realized that, in the drama of the night before, she had not gotten around to telling her grandparents where she had been or what had happened. She opened her mouth to explain, but Tarvek barreled on ahead.

“My father thinks Agatha is Lucrezia Mongfish’s daughter,” Tarvek said.

“Agatha is no Heterodyne,” Saturnus said instantly, sharply.

“He doesn't care if she's a Heterodyne,” Tarvek said. “It’s Lucrezia’s daughter he’s after. The Geisterdamen think Lucrezia is their goddess.”

It was Teodora who scoffed.

“Oh, she must have loved that.” She shut the door and folded her arms across her chest. Agatha saw Tarvek tense, saw his eyes flicking to windows, and realized he was looking for exits. “And does your father think that woman is a goddess, too?”

“He’s... He used to work with her. For her.” Tarvek turned to Agatha, looking sick. “I managed to get him to explain some of it, and some of it I put together, and some...” He swallowed hard. "The girls they've been killing, they weren't trying to kill them. They were running an experiment, but it would only work on you." 

The dead girls the Geisterdamen left in the tunnels. Tarvek had said they were about his age.

About her age.

“Your father, whoever he is,” Teodora said. “He has the Geisterdamen, but what kind of a threat is he?”

“My father is Prince Aaronev Wilhelm Sturmvoraus,” Tarvek said stiffly, “and he brings an army with him, backed by the Knights of Jove.”

Saturnus’ hand shot out and grabbed onto Tarvek’s collar. He surged forward, the metal legs thundering on the floor as he dragged Tarvek towards the door, nearly pulling Tarvek off his feet.

“Get out.”

“Hey! Stop, you need to listen—!”

“Oh, I’m listening! Do you think I’m an idiot? You expect me to believe you’re not up to your neck in this? Barging in here, trying to get her to leave the town so your father’s men can grab her the second she sets foot outside—!”

“No!” Tarvek twisted, breaking free of Saturnus’ hold with a move that looked almost like a dance. “I had nothing to do with any of it! I’m trying to help!” He looked at Agatha with desperation. “I don’t want him to hurt you!”

Agatha marched across the room and grabbed his hand as tightly as she could.

“Stop it,” she snapped at her grandfather. “Tarvek put himself in a lot of danger getting me out of Sturmhalten last time, and even more danger getting here to warn us. I trust him. You don’t have to trust him,” she said, interrupting Saturnus before he could speak. “If he says a thousand soldiers are coming, prepare for two thousand, if it makes you feel better. Keep him under guard. But I am not sending him away.”

“You are not the mistress of this household, young lady,” Saturnus said sternly. Agatha knew he meant you are not the ruler of this town yet. “You don’t get to give me orders.”

“I’m not telling you what to do. I’m telling you what I’m going to do, which is keep him right here with me, where it’s safe.” 

She glanced at Tarvek, and was alarmed to see that his eyes were suddenly overbright. He was very good at keeping his expression impassive, but she could see his mouth trembling. 

"Did you get out okay?" she asked. He nodded. 

"The Jägers you sent helped me ge—" 

"Jägers?" Teodora and Saturnus exclaimed. 

"We – I ran into them on my way back. They helped me get away from some guards who were chasing me. I asked them to go back and get Tarvek and any evidence to prove what the Prince of Sturmhalten was doing. Did they get it?" 

"Yes, but we got separated. They said to run for Mechanicsburg, and they'd catch up, but they never did." 

"Oh, how convenient," Saturnus said. To Agatha, he said "I cannot believe you had Jägers and you sent them away! What were you thinking?" 

"I had…Hetty," she finished. Everyone looked at her blankly. "She, um…drove the cart that took me back to Mechanicsburg. She has a crossbow." 

They continued to stare. 

"It's…it's a really fancy crossbow," Agatha said helplessly. 

To Agatha's relief, there was another hurried knock on the door, but this time the knocker did not wait to be let in. Carson stepped inside, breathless, his hat in his hand. He looked more frazzled than Agatha had ever seen him.

“Lord Saturnus, Lady Teodora,” he said. His eyes landed on Tarvek and he let out a cry of frustration. “There you are! Get back down to the guard house, young man, we need everything you can tell us about this army!” 

“I won’t believe a word he says,” Saturnus said. “Didn’t he tell you who he was?”

“He didn’t have to,” Carson said. “I know the Sturmvoraus blood when I see it.”

Tarvek bristled, but before he could argue, Carson’s brow furrowed and he frowned, looking at Saturnus.

“What are you…?”

Saturnus, immediately distracted, grinned and patted the arm of the chair, proudly. “You like it? Based on Agatha’s designs. Still needs a little work, but—”

“Saturnus,” Teodora said. “The impending invasion?”

“I know, I know!”

“We need the castle.”

“There’s no time!” Saturnus said. “The intelligence splintered when the Castle was damaged. I figured out how to connect the pieces, but the personalities won’t mesh. Didn’t have time to figure out why or how to fix it before…” He gestured to his chest.

“Personalities?” Tarvek repeated, eyes wide with interest.

“Right,” Teodora said, stepping in. “Young man, a bath and something to eat.”

“I have important strategic information!” Tarvek protested.

“And it will be just as important after we make sure you don’t pass out from hunger – and you are in no fit state to sit at my table at the moment. You said you were two days ahead of them. We can wait a few hours more. Upstairs, right now.”

She shooed him up the stairs, Tarvek protesting the whole way. Only when they were out of earshot did Agatha repeat his question. 

“Personalities?”

“You remember the stories I told you about the castle, all the things it can do?”

“It’s run by a thinking engine, a copy of Faustus Heterodyne’s mind.”

“It isn’t run by a thinking engine, it is a thinking engine. To do what the castle does, you’d need a thinking engine the size of the castle, so Faustus put the two together. Its consciousness is spread out across the entire structure. When it was damaged, it broke into pieces, and the pieces can’t talk to each other. Like if you cut up someone’s brain and put each piece in a different body – not only does each one now have its own memories completely independent of the whole, none of them have enough of a brain to function properly.”

“And you can put the pieces back in the skull, but it just puts all those people in one body,” Agatha said, eyes wide with fascination.

“Two days is not enough time to figure out how to fix that,” Saturnus said. “And that’d be on top of all the other repairs it needs. No, I’m going to get to work on the independent defense systems – anything that doesn’t need the castle to run.” To Carson, he said, “You should speak with Vole. Coordinate the defenses. I doubt he’ll want to hear it from me.”

Agatha bit her tongue.

“I don’t know if that is a good idea,” Carson said, quietly. “I suspect Vole is involved with this, somehow, though I don’t know how, or in what capacity.”

“What?” Saturnus’ hands tightened on the arms of the chair.

“He left town very suddenly a few days ago, and didn’t come back until last night – very shortly after Miss Sannikova returned,” he added, with a glance towards Agatha. “And when Master Sturmvoraus arrived, he was asking for Vole by name.”

Slowly, Saturnus turned to look at Agatha, who squirmed.

"He's the one that got you out of Sturmhalten, isn't he? That's why you sent the Jägers away." 

"The what?" Carson said, but was ignored. Agatha stared at her feet.  

“Agatha,” Saturnus said. “What, exactly, happened in Sturmhalten?”

Agatha took a deep breath and let most of the story fall out in a rush, an endless babbling stream of words that left no room for comment or question.

“I tried to switch airships and I was going to buy a ticket on board but that was illegal there apparently and one of the guards tried to arrest me and I yelled at him to let me go and he did and then the prince asked where I was going and when I said Beetleburg he said he was going there too so I could go with him the next day and I had a bad feeling about it but couldn’t think of what to say so I said yes and I was supposed to be having tea with his daughter but she was awful so I left and I found Tarvek in the library and he asked who I was and I told him and he said they weren’t going to Beetleburg but he’d help me get a horse to leave town and but when I tried to leave the Geisterdamen stopped me and he helped me escape out of the castle through the tunnels and the sewers and then I met Hetty and she was giving the Jägers a ride and we got attacked by guards but she shot them all and I asked the Jägers to go back to Sturmhalten—”

She sucked in a huge breath.

“And then I came back here.”

Carson blinked several times, trying to parse the information out of the babbling rush of words. Saturnus was not deterred or distracted in the slightest. 

“And where was Vole in all this?” he asked. 

“He...wasn’t.”

“Agatha.” Saturnus grabbed her wrist. “Whatever he said to you, whatever he once was to me, if he is a threat to you, I must know.”

“He came to get me,” Agatha admitted reluctantly. “When he tried to leave with me, the Geisterdamen tried to stop him, and he fought them off. And Tarvek helped us get through the castle and the tunnels, and he’s got nothing to do with it either!” 

“Who asked him to get you?” Carson asked, ignoring this last part. “The Baron?”

“No one.” She glanced at Saturnus, who was so awfully quiet. “He said he didn’t need anyone to ask him.”

Saturnus flinched, letting go of her hand abruptly. “And he didn’t want you to tell me,” he said, dully.

“He said he’s worried that if anyone found out, the Baron would think he’s secretly working for you.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Well, the statement was true, anyway – that was what Vole had said to her, even if Agatha knew it was a lie.

Saturnus let out a humorless bark of a laugh, and then went quiet for a moment. At last, he shook himself.

“Carson, I want a list of everything that still works, and everything that would work if the Empire hadn’t broken it, and I want everyone who can hold a wrench ready to get to work.”

“Yes, sir. When I left, Vole was sending scouts to the Sturmhalten side of the valley. They’ll tell us when the troops are in sight, and give us a better idea of what we’re working with. Perhaps I should inform General Gkika,” Carson added, carefully. “Some of the Jägers are able to fight. Even if they can’t come into the town, they could—”

“Get themselves slaughtered slowing the army down for five minutes?” Saturnus finished irritably. “I’ll be shocked if there’s more than fifteen fully able soldiers down there. They’re good, but they’re not that good, especially without a general to keep them focused – and I won’t risk Gkika. She’ll be the only thing keeping the ones who can’t fight from trying to crawl out the tunnels to do it anyway.”

He glared down at his hands, flexing his fingers. The fingers on the right hand were slow to respond, and the ones on the left had trouble uncurling all the way.

“I don't have the time to grow new limbs for them, and some of their injuries need nimbler hands than mine. We focus on what I can fix. Let’s get going.”

“What if you killed the brain and brought it back?”

Saturnus and Carson turned to Agatha in surprise. Her mind had wandered back to the castle, and now her expression was thoughtful.

“When you were talking about the castle as a brain with different parts that couldn’t fit together. What if you killed the brain, reattached all the pieces, and brought it back again? Then it would restart as one piece.”

Saturnus continued to stare at her. His face began to turn red, a flush that began at his neck and slowly rose up to his hairline. When he spoke, it was in a voice that was audibly struggling to remain calm and not doing a very good job, vibrating with the harmonics of a Spark teetering on the edge of the madness place. 

“I will not. Kill. The castle.”

Very slowly, Carson began to edge backwards, away from Saturnus.

“You wouldn’t actually kill it!” Agatha insisted. “That was just the metaphor! The castle is a thinking engine; it would just be turning it off and on again.”

Saturnus did not seem to hear her.

“That you would even suggest—”

“I was just—”

“Don’t!”

Agatha flinched, and Saturnus subsided immediately. He turned away from her, but reached out and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before guiding the chair towards the door. 

“Let’s go.”

“I just want to help,” Agatha said quietly. Carson’s expression turned slightly alarmed, but he hid it away again quickly.

“I’m sure we could find something for you to do,” he said carefully. Probably trying to think of what he could give her to do that would cause any material damage if – when – she made it worse, Agatha thought miserably.

“No,” Saturnus said. “Agatha, you stay here with Teodora. Keep your head down. We don’t want you drawing any more attention to yourself.”

Agatha wrapped her arms around herself as Saturnus and Carson left, and didn’t move until Teodora came down the stairs.

“Agatha?”

“I want to help,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I have to help, I have to do something. This is all my fault!”

“It’s not—”

“It is! If I hadn’t run away—”

“You are not responsible for the actions of other people,” Teodora said sharply. “Not like this. You did not force the prince to do this.”

Agatha hugged herself even tighter. It did not make her feel much better. This was all still happening. She was still helpless. 

“I still need to do something. This is my town. It’s my home. But if I do, I’ll, I’ll give it away. People will be able to tell I’m a Spark, and then all of this will have been for nothing.”

“Not for nothing,” Teodora said. “You have a much better chance of defending yourself now than you did when you were five.”

Teodora reached for her, and Agatha twitched away.  From the corner of her eye Agatha saw her hand curl, withdrawing. For a moment, Teodora said nothing.

“I cared that it hurt you,” Teodora said. Agatha looked up, startled to see tears in Teodora’s eyes. “It has killed me to have to watch you suffer and know I could stop it. Every day you have been here, I have had to fight myself not to take a hammer to that awful, awful thing.”

“Your reasoning was logically sound,” Agatha muttered. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Teodora said. “That it was logical, that it was the only thing we could think to do, that your uncle and I tore ourselves to pieces trying to think of an alternative – none of that will undo the damage we did to you. God knows I’ve found no comfort in it. I am not telling you this to convince you to forgive me. You have every right to be angry, and I will never tell you otherwise.”

Teodora hesitated and forced a very weak smile. “I suppose I’m just trying to make sure you hate me for the right reasons.”

“I don’t hate you,” Agatha said. She flung her arms around Teodora and clung to her, her throat growing tight and her eyes stinging. “I’m sorry I said I did, I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize,” Teodora said, a firm order despite the gentle hand stroking Agatha’s hair. “Do not apologize to me. Not for this, not ever.”

"Okay," Agatha said, softly. "I'm still angry, but I don't hate you." 

Teodora kissed her forehead.

“I’m grateful for that,” she said, still stroking Agatha's hair. In a very soft voice, she said, “You are a Heterodyne. You are the Lady of Mechanicsburg. Everything you are drives you to protect this town. I have every faith you will find a way to do it without giving yourself away.”

“But if anyone sees m—” Agatha stopped.

Teodora and Saturnus had already answered the question, she realized. The one place in town where the defenses needed fixing, where the townspeople would not go, and where anyone who saw her would be unable to tell anyone outside. She stepped back and looked up at Teodora, ideas already gathering in her mind. 

“I need to go to the library.”

Teodora smiled proudly and cupped Agatha's chin.

“There. See?” She dropped her hand. “I want you to take someone with you,” she said. “Your grandfather will have another stroke if I let you out of the house without supervision.”

“I can look after myself! They’re not even here yet!”

“The army is not here yet. If this boy Tarvek can make it here ahead of the army, so can any number of his father’s spies. Especially if they have Smoke Knights.”

“What if I take Tarvek with me?”

Teodora’s eyebrows rose.

“That would be worse than letting you out alone.” Her mouth twisted wryly. “I never thought I’d see the day I wished the Jägers were around.”

For the third time this morning, a heavy knock came at the door. Agatha and Teodora froze. Teodora pushed Agatha behind her, further down the hall and out of line of sight of the door. Cautiously, she approached the window beside the door. Pulling back the curtain a crack, she peered out.

“Who is it?” Agatha whispered.

To her surprise, Teodora’s shoulders relaxed – although her smile was even more sardonic.

“The next best thing,” she said dryly, and pulled open the door. “Good morning, Guildmaster.”

Agatha came out of the hall and saw three pairs of knees bending to reveal the massive form of Jorbelox, master of the Monsters’ Guild. The monster politely removed his hat.

“Good morning, Lady Teodora,” he said, his basso profundo voice making the window panes shiver. “I just bumped into Lord Saturnus. He asked me to send a few of our members to keep an eye on the house until a proper guard could be arranged. They are loitering, to appear inconspicuous, and I am simply here to give my well-wishes to Miss Sannikova after her little turn.”

“Good morning, Guildmaster,” she said. “I’m doing much better, thank you.”

Teodora glanced back at Agatha, then up at Jorbelox. The guildmaster’s face shifted into the very polite mask he always wore in conversations with Teodora. Agatha could never tell if it hid annoyance or hurt feelings.

“I will take no more of your time,” he said.

“Actually,” Teodora said. “Agatha would like to go to the library. In the current circumstances, Saturnus and I do not want her walking around by herself, even within the safety of the walls. Perhaps you could find someone to escort her? Someone you trust.”

Jorbelox stared at her.

Agatha stared at her.

Teodora did not hate all monsters. She was perfectly aware that some of them were innocents who had fled cruelty and prejudice. However, she knew exactly which citizens of Mechanicsburg, human or non-human, were metaphorically monsters, and she had certainly made no secret of the fact she did not like Agatha spending time with those. Agatha couldn’t blame her, not anymore. 

Not after Saturnus had told her what Jorbelox had done to end up in Mechanicsburg.

Although it hadn’t stopped Agatha from liking Jorbelox, even if she did see him differently – and now she supposed she knew why. She was a born and bred Mechanicsburger – the Mechanicsburger, in fact. It looked like she had not inherited all of her father’s aversion to evil.

She should...probably be careful about that.

“Saturnus trusts you,” Teodora said. “And in the case of Agatha’s safety, I trust his judgment of you.”

“I...will send someone here shortly,” Jorbelox said, at last. Teodora gave him what appeared to be a genuine smile.

“Thank you, Guildmaster. Agatha, go get dressed. Our guest should be finished soon.”

Agatha did not need to be told twice; she raced up the stairs as fast as she could go. Once she was in the library, Agatha could get the books she needed. She’d read them as fast as she could, and when Tarvek finished telling Carson and Vole all that he knew, she could get his help.

Agatha had had a lot of plans in her life, but now she was a Spark, and that meant this plan could work.

[artistdove]

So some were interest in the rough story idea on Mickey revealing he was the cause of the Thinner Disaster for my Between the Screen au... Welp here y'all go.

It's over.

The Blot as been dealt with, thanks to the magical brush. Whimsy flows through the once viscous creature as it flies off into the distance with a friendly wave of goodbye.

An exhausted mouse falls to the ground.

Ink and sweat drip from Mickey's temple. A gust of wind rushes by him, followed by the shadow of a familiar toon looming above him.

Concern is written on Gus's face as he takes in Mickey's condition. A faint yell reaches his ear as he turns toward the green bottle where Oswald was fighting.

"By Jove! Quick Mickey, Oswald needs our help!!"

Hazey eyes land on the bottle the gremlin pointed toward. Its nauseous, green hue shines against the murky, sunset sky. His mind and eyes regain focus as a memory from long ago resurfaces.

"It can't be."

"Hurry Mickey!"

Quickly, Mickey follows Gus.

Loud heaves and grunts are heard as the pair reach the mountain's peak. Blot remains and dark liquid litter the area.

Towards the end of this inky path, Oswald is struggling to push a bottle's cork back into place. The two rush to his aid.

"It's your lucky day, Oswald! The calvary has arrived," Gus exclaimed.

"What else... is new?!" Oswald grunts. "On... Three! One... Two... Three!!"

A loud squish is heard as the trio use all their strength to push the cork back into place. Sighs of relief fill the air as the toons slide onto the dusty floor.

Swiping the sweat from his brow, Ozwald turns to Gus, "That was close for comfort. Thanks, Gus."

"Don't thank me. My strength is that of a mere fly, twas Mickey that really pulled through."

"Mickey?!" Oswald shouts as he glances toward the mouse before turning back toward Gus.

"Yes." Gus states, "I think he deserves the praise more than me."

Anger laces the rabbits face. "GRRRR... No!! How can I thank the rat responsible for ruining my life?!"

Gus is appalled by Oswald's reaction. With arms crossed, Gus sternly scolds his dear friend.

"I say Oswald, how long are you going to keep that up?! Mickey here has been doing nothing but helping Wasteland. Why can't you see that?"

Annoyed, Oswald pulls his ears over his face in a knot. "Grrr... He's probably just doing it for his own motives!!"

A hand falls on his shoulder. A look of concern fills his view. "Please, Oswald."

A deep sigh rings from Oswald's mouth. His shoulders slump and his ears return upright.

"Maybe your right, Gus."

He looks towards Mickey. "Hey, mous- er Mickey!"

His shout had barely disturb the mouse as Mickey appeared frozen. His gaze fixed on the cork and the bottle.

Colors of blue, green, and black consume his mind. He remembers. The cold dripping claws reaching out for him as a sinister green hue blinds his eyes. The paint spilling, the thinner burning, and footsteps approaching his location. He thought he destroyed it. Oh, how wrong he was.

A shout breaks his spiralling thoughts.

"Oi, Mickey! Mickey!! MICK!!!!"

Mickey snaps his gaze onto Oswald, surprising the rabbit.

"W-What is in there?"

Confused, Ozwald answered with a huff, "The Blot."

Oswald must be joking. "B-but I've been fighting him? I just took care of him."

"Tch, you've only been fighting the drippings and the Phanton Blot. The real deal is trapped in there." He rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "Guess I never mentioned it to ya."

Mickey stares back at the bottle in disbelief.

A sigh draws his attention back to the rabbit, "Look, maybe I've misjudged you. I can't let go of my hatred for you easily, but maybe. I can start by understanding you."

Oswald reaches his hand out to the mouse. A sign of peace and potentially... A new start.

For the first time since he's been here, Oswald is actually being nice to him. Mickey is overjoyed to at this chance for a new start. He reaches for Oswald's hand, but the truth rings heavy in his mind.

Before Mickey's hand makes contact, it is quickly withdrawn. Oswald and Gus look at the mouse, puzzled.

"Uh?"

"I thought it was a dream."

"What?"

"A long time ago, I stumbled upon this workshop. My curiosity got the better of me."

"There was paint and thinner. A loud road. Cold claws reached for me. Things got out of hand so fast. I-I thought I fixed it. I scrubbed and scrubbed."

"I-I caused the Thinner Disaster."

Mickey looks up with teary vision. Gus is staring at him, horrified at this revelation. Oswald. Oswald has gone deathly quiet.

"I am so sorry. I never meant to cause so much pain to you all."

Gus slowly approaches Mickey as his shock slowly recedes. "Mick-"

A mad cackle rings through the air. The two turn to the rabbit, who's entire demeanor seems to have shifted into a craze.

"Oh man, you almost had me mouse."

Before Mick can respond, pain shoots though his face.

"OSWALD!!" Gus shrieks.

Dust whirps around him as he dry, rough ground scraps his skin. Jawline aches with pain, his vision is muddled with colors and shapes. Heavy stomps approach.

A heavy kick lands on his ribs, knocking Mickey the wind out of his lungs. He is launched further away.

Oswald's voice rings out again, "ALL THOSE HEROIC ACTS AND KIND WORDS!!"

Hands quickly latches onto Oswald's arm. A desperate plea from Gus rings forth.

"Oswald, get a hold of yourself!"

His plea lands on deaf ears. Face ridden with madness and despair meet the gremlin's eyes.

"STAY OUT OF THIS!"

In an instant, Gus finds him self hurling into a pile of rubble.

"This is between me and that rat!"

Shakey legs and aching body heaves Mickey up.

"Oswald, please." Mickey groans. "I-i never meant to-"

A large rock interrupts him mid-sentence as it barely misses its intended target.

"Please, Let me explain!"

The mouse's words only fuel the rabbit's rage.

"What is there to explain?!"

"FIRST, you replaced me and stole the life I could have had!!"

A broken bug cart is thrown, but Mickey quickly dodges the projectile. More objects are posed to launch.

"THEN, you create the monster that destroyed-"

"MY HOME!l

Smash

"MY FRIENDS!!"

Crash

"MY SWEETHEART!!!"

BAM

"AND NOW, YOUR HERE TO FINISH THE JOB!!!!"

A gumball machine adorned with the mouses face is chucked. Thinner melts it before impact.

Before he could blink, the rabbit appears behind the thinned out machine. A charged attack ready for impact.

Mickey quickly spin attacks the rabbit to send him backwards. Mickey once again attempts to reason with Oswald.

"I understand you're mad, but you've got to believe me! I never meant for any of this to happen!!"

"OH, SAVE IT!"

Enlarged hands ensnare him at blinding speed. The rabbit's ears begin to spin and the two are launched high into the sky.

Any attempts to escape fail has the rabbit's grip tightly binds him. At the peak of the momentum, both toons eyes meet.

"You'll never understand!!," Oswald remarks. "You think all this can be fixed with an apology?!"

Mick is spun at high speed, then sent hurling toward the ground.

Rubble shifts as the gremlin slowly comes to. Never has he seen his dear friend in such rage. His dazed eyes frantically scan for the two toons. A loud crash quickly grabs his attention. He spots Mickey skidding across the ground toward the large bottle. His impact creating a large dust cloud.

Crack

"Oh, no!" He hastens clearing the rubble off himself.

Ringing is all that fills his ears. His body screams with pain. A burning sensation makes itself known. He must have landed near some thinner, but how...

The rabbit lands nearby and slowly approaches the mouse.

"Nothing you say will change how I feel or what's been done!"

Mickey slowly gets up.

"I know." He grunts. "But, you can."

A growl escapes the rabbit's mouth. "THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!"

"You change things for the better, but when I change it, I change it for the worse!!"

Oswald goes to punch Mickey only for a shield to block his attack.

Crack

Mickey notices Gus heaving in distance, he must have thrown in just in time to block the blow. He quickly braces the shield.

Oswald growls again and winds up another punch, only to be blocked again. Mickey is pushed against the bottle once more.

Crack

"EVERYTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT HAD YOU NOT BE SO STUPID!"

Bang

Crack

"YOU JUST COULDN'T STAY OUT OF OUR LIFE OR MY LIFE!"

Bam

Crack

"OSWALD STOP!!" Gus hollers but to no avail.

With each swing, the rabbit slowly crumbles. His anger dispersing into misery.

"HAHAHAHAhahaha..."

Thump

"Hahaha, you know. It's funny. He also wanted us to be friends."

Thunk

"No wonder he never came back for me... I never was good enough."

Tink

"Hehehe.. so much for a lucky rabbit, uh."

A sniffle escapes from the rabbit. Mickey's face fills with concern as he slowly lowers the shield.

"Ozzy-"

Before he could finish, a cacophony of cracks cries out. Ink and glass fill the air as an enormous roar erupts.

Oswald is unsure what happened next. In the blink of an eye, he is tackled out of the way. A body and shield covers him.

A scream erupts from the mouse's throat.

[jovialturtleface]

Wrote about today's art here, includes process pics if you're interested in that kind of thing.

[nyaagolor]

My headcanon is that Dhurke and Datz didn’t know what name Jove had given his baby, and so Dhurke let Datz name him, and he did so after his favourite food — Apple. To say that Apollo’s actual name is ‘Apple Justice’ (meaning that the pun in his name is ‘Apple Juice’), people kept mistaking it as ‘Apollo’ when he moved to Japanifornia, and he just decided to roll with it. The ‘AJ’ nickname we here so-often being to get around us the audience hearing Apple’s real name until later. Plus it would make perfect sense for Datz.

this has been sitting in my inbox for days because every time I see it I lose my goddamn mind again. This is one of the funniest asks I have ever received and I am not kidding. This feels canon to me. It IS canon as far as I'm concerned actually. OP ur hilarious.

Datz rolling up to the revolution meetup like "hey this is my bestie's son his name is Apple Juice and he has a dragon tramp stamp"

[badlydrawnjake]

TG: hhhholy shit its a fuckin TG: mini john TG: john 2.0 TG: john fuckinnnnn flipped turnways TG: hey hey johnsprite you know where real john is TG: fuck man i tried finding him but theres so many fuckin people here TG: like seriously who are half these people! why are so many of them GREY who said they could do that

@shitty-davesprite-daily

GT: By jove! its you! johns orange beau!!

GT: i have... a question!

GT: Exactly what are your intentsions with my... son? brother...? that... that guy.

GT: ooo, feathers...

EB: jake oh my god! leave Dave alone! jeeeeez.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

I'm not sure if you've already said this before but..... do you have a favourite between mulder and scully?

sincerely from a scully girl lol (I adore mulder tho!!)

hey, thanks for this ask! i don't think i've answered this before tbh, because on the surface it seems SO hard to pick. but the moment i read this i knew it had to be scully. so my heart picked for me before my head could LMAO

i think it's partially because, at least where i am in the series, we have had so many mulder-centric episode, and only a handful of ones that were really start to finish about her. and i get SO excited for them! so that time we spend focusing on her is cherished

i relate to her in certain ways, but other things about her (like her REFUSAL to talk about her feelings) baffle me and make her such a compelling character. i love that her driving force is this need to do the Morally Correct Thing (and how that is not necessarily a positive in her life). i love that she has no qualms reconciling science and God. i love that she has this complex relationship with her parents who expect so much of her and she has to wrestle with who it is she really wants to be and what she wants to do with her life free from other people's expectations. i love how she feels this responsibility to take care of the people around her both under the hippocratic oath and the fact that is simply who she is, someone who would sit by your bedside and hold your hand but entirely refuse to let you tend to her when she's the one in pain. i love how she is so smart and brave and by jove her one-liners are underrated. she's just one of THE characters of all time for me!!

this is no hate to mulder tho... he's still my boy <3

[animation-is-my-jam]

helloo! I really love your art style it's so pretty and love the tobecky content <33

I wanted to ask, which episode that involves tobecky is your favorite?

OHH GOSH THANK YOU!! AHH MEANS a lot. (^.^)＼(^_^)／❤️ (bites wall) and thx for the ask!

And what WG episode with Tobecky is my favorite? Hmm...toughie. There's some episodes, obviously, that have Tobey in them, but I don't consider Tobecky moments immediately (example: Field Day Fun with Robo-Tobey).

If I were to ever choose my top ones and narrow it down, though, it would go (no order just naming):

-Department Store Tobey

-Trustworthy Tobey

-It's your party and I cry if I want to

-By Jove, you've wrecked my robot

-Have you seen the remote

-Guess Who's coming to Thanksgiving Dinner

-The Robot problem

And to narrow it down... Okay damn it's tough again. Because I love their banter in By Jove and the hint that he's been getting a crush on Becky, but they have more sillier softer moments in season 1 episodes like Department and Seen The Remote. But Robot Problem has them actually team up, and it's the first episode where I started to ship them. BUT--Its My Party has them actually get ice cream after years of build-up and Tobey coming to his senses moments. And of course, Thanksgiving Dinner with them actually smiling at each other for one, HOWEVER, Trustworthy Tobey with being his last focus episode where he's strictly not being the worst and maybe turning reasoble along with it being Becky and Tobey conflict and not him and Wordgirl (PLUS THE NOTE UGHH)--

(Explodes) Ya see why this is tricky.

But for the sake of answering this....I'll go with right now...AHHH, it's gonna go to Trustworthy Tobey. It's what I'm feeling right now. Mostly cause... I remember when I did my Wordgirl re-watch in late 2017 that got me into the fandom again and started this years long hyperfixation. I was dreading the last Tobey episode/last Tobecky moments we'll get. You see, I liked the season 7 and 8 Tobey episodes, but man, ever since season 1, it's been hard trying to justify this kid when he gets washed like every episode and so I was like "plss be good" or at least give me hope for his character cause I didn't want him to regress. And what do you know...hope! Sure, he's still an immature jerk that's still in character, but at least he wasn't extreme or not immediately dismissive. He actually kept up being truthful and Becky learned something, not to mention he doesn't get scott-free either and this time the most he does is just unleash a malfunctioning robot to a library and not like destroy buildings or attempt to kill people.

Plus, I find it extremely interesting the dialog and moments he has with Becky as Becky and not Wordgirl. Because call me silly but to me peak Tobecky is when he interacts with Becky as herself and not just Wordgirl--the ship name isn't Wordbey after all. Plus again the note YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT SCREWED WITH ME WHEN I SAW IT. Because another factor to why I hold up this episode so highly...even though Robot Problem/Have you seen the Remote is what got me to officially ship them...this episode is what inspired me to make a lot of my Wordgirl and Tobecky content. Cause it filled my imagination in what their relationship and Tobey's character could go next and there was no new Tobey episode to contradict it tehe. It drove me to read fanfiction. Start drawing on my dingy phone with FlipaClip. Start drabbles that I never posted. Interact with others. It...kinda drove me crazy? Like it legit didn't make me okay, but hey it's why I consider it personally my favorite.