#i was gonna wait for the evening but i want to poast it NOW

[callibones]

UM HI HI HI ITS ME. 🩸🟪 AND I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU I AM VERY SORRY!!!

this week ive been exceptionally busy. a lot of stuff has been piling up for me with university and work and it didnt really give me a lot of time to look at tumblr OR read the fics! ill get to them! i didnt forget i swear ive just been EXHAUSTED this message is just being pulled out of my ass since i didnt expect to write to you today so i dont have any topics planned to ask you about. i didnt wanna take the time to think of something because i didnt want it to seem like i was ignoring your poast (despite the fact you wouldve never known if i had seen it or not .. but MENTALLY i'd feel bad, you know?) but uh. yeah

i don't know how people talk. um. how are you? has your week been particularly busy? what DO you do outside of tumblogging actually .. im curious

OH AND ALSO i very much appreciate the backstory info you gave me on callibones. i MIGHT take inspiration from it for my fanart? maybee? and uh i will send that to you SOON! very soon. i guess in the meantime id just wanna polish it more before sending it to someone out of like. principle?

i looked through your friends blog.. i like the concept of a blood bag person thing. there were probably better ways of saying that but IDK!! once again though i think it is Extremely Drawable so i have a small request ..

and regarding CALCIFER .. i think i would appreciate a deity to deity chat. or an potential acolyte to deity chat or I Mean Ha Ha. and those pronouns are Pretty Cool if i do say so myself! im worried directly sending in an ask would be strange so since you said you were friends with them can you parrot my question? i rlly wanna know whether drawing fanart of their OC is okay. sorry what else. im going to try and plan my next correspondence out ASAP so ill probably go through the cedardivine post before the post you made with a ton of fics? just because the list is shorter. idk what ill do after that--maybe ill rank them or something and you can tell me how wrong my opinion is or something Haha! just kidding im always right. i create new truths as we speak. as im typing this im overwriting just a little bit more of the world's knowledge. im just cool and awesome like that. theres nothing else i can think of at the moment to ask you.. OH UM when you mentioned callyris i realized "hey wait dont i know a blog called that" and Look Who It Was! so thats neat i also think i found another blog that may be under your posession but i dont think i can ask about it at the front desk.. so when i message you in some other manner ill probably ask you about that! who knows i might even be Completely Wrong

well anyways sorry for the delay. it will probably take a while longer for me to compose my thoughts so the delay will continue but. idk. i hope this message isnt TOO INCOHERENT but again i am not proofreading at all for this one.

also im definitely using gooby forever now. thats great. what a peculiar phrase.

GOOBY!!!!

hi hi hi hi! i took a million years to get back to this so NEVER apologize or rush about sending me things. anon asks r a tough way to communicate cause i dont got an online indicator for u so i just gotta guess... and u dont got a notification for me! i hope u see this even tho its been a bit.

ive been busy too cause university's also piling up for ME. i'm gonna respond to this one first, and then i'll take a crack at your mysterious coded message! and then i have to do a million homework because grad school. outside of tumblogging im trying to destroy the world with the infinite power amulet, so i'm majoring in general supervillainy! and also urban planning

for the blood bag: @rigormarcy LOVES fanart. marcy, if u see this, respond with your ref, 'cause you have a super drawable OC! the fans wanna draw u so bad. So Bad.

u found another blog that might b me? omg.... here. how bout this. send me an ask with just the name and i wont publish the response. if youre REALLY curious. but youre probably right, because i invented every blog on tumblr GOOBY

[chthonicgodling]

ough ghghhgg I just want to say that despite my fears of not being able to even draw the pending TaKi baby who has had a very specific design in my head since. oh this whole time — I have been drawing babie designs all week and.,,,,, now that I’m sitting on four solid images and probably more to come by the time I’m able to poast them I thiiiink I am no longer afraid yippPEEEE

(Me reaping: haha this baby is gonna be so cool!! me sowing; wait what the fuck I actually have to learn how to draw this now. what the fuck what the f)

[chaoscontrolled123]

final song for rpm challenge month!!! @gavinnersroadie 's jagal finally gets a solo number (featuring me singing and jeering on top of an assortment of vocalsynths for a drunken bar chorus lol)

other songs in the series [x] [x] [x] [x]

[LYRICS]

(shh keep it down, this guy's gonna sing!) JAGAL: So you wanna call yourself a hero (hero!) Yeah I've never heard that one before You swore baby's first vow of iron (iron!) And you're thinking that you're ready for more

Lemme tell you it's a scary world out there It'll shatter every best-laid plan There's monsters and horrors and beasts to beware And worst of all your fellow man

Check out these scars! (ooh! ahh!) Oh I've killed a wyvern or two Don't give me that look! If you can afford it I'll cut out a deal for you

You're gonna get eaten alive out there Without a mercenary hand like me Your bones'll feed the vultures and the jackals, girl (your bones'll feed the vultures and the jackals, girl!) Unless you can pay my fee

Now I know what you're thinking, "I have to pay?!" Money talks, girl, I'm not your friend (pay up!) I'm not falling for the disney princess chivalry line Just tell me what you're willing to spend (what's disney?)

LUCYA: Well I guess I've got a little bit of money? JAGAL: Honey, that's a start but it's not gonna cut it LUCYA: I could help with your vow? I can make you some soup? JAGAL: Soup... (soup???) ...you drive a hard bargain, darn it (confused noises)

Don't get me wrong! (don't get him wrong!) I'm a fair and reasonable guy With a 90/10 split of the treasure, hey, Maybe I'll cash out before you die

Lemme tell you it's a scary world out there You're signing up for pain and misery (pain and misery!) I'll travel the world to save your friend But I'm not gonna do it for free (not gonna do it for free!)

Whoa, you're gonna get eaten alive out there Without a mercenary hand like me (mercenary hand like him!) Your bones'll feed the vultures and the jackals, girl (your bones'll feed the vultures and the jackals, girl...) Unless you can pay my fee!

[lostjulys]

ok im tired as shit and i can't sleep here's the definitive crimeboysclingyduo + my chem poast.

c!clingyduo: our lady of sorrows (take my fucking hand and never be afraid again / you can trade me for an apparition / oh how wrong we were / to think immortality meant never dying) save yourself, i'll hold them back (we can leave this world, leave it all behind / we can steal this car if your folks don't mind / we can live together if you've got the time / i'm the only friend that makes you cry) skylines and turnstiles (and after seeing what we saw / can we still reclaim our innocence? and if the world needs something better / lets give them one more reason now), the world is ugly (are you thinking of me / like i'm thinking of you? / one day, like this / we'll never be the same) this is the best day ever (well i thought i heard you say 'i like you, we can get out / we don't have to stay in this place) i never told you what i do for a living (and never again, they gave us two shots / to the back of the head and we're all dead now) summertime, (if you stay, i would even wait all night / or until my heart explodes. how long until / we find our way in the dark and out of harm? i'll run away with you any time you want)

c!crimeboys: this is how i disappear (can you hear me cry out to you? words i thought i'd choke on / i'm really not with you anymore / i'm just a ghost, so i can't hurt you anymore / there's things i've done / that you should never ever know / and without you is how i disappear / and live my life alone, forever now), AMBULENCE (and if you save my life, i'll be the one who drives you home tonight / and if i ever let you down / i'll be the one who drives you home tonight) the light behind your eyes (if i could be with you tonight / i would sing you to sleep / never let them take the light behind your eyes / one day, i'll lose this fight / just remember you will always burn as bright / we'll say goodbye today, and i'm sorry it ends this way) the ghost of you (at the end of the world, or the last thing i see / you are never coming home, never coming home / and all the things you never ever told me / and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me)

c!wilbur: the sharpest lives, (give me a shot to remember / and you can take all the pain away from me / the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead / so you can leave like the sane abandoned me / if it looks like i'm laughing, i'm really just asking to leave / you're the one that i need, i'm the one that you loathe) you know what they do to guys like us in prison (like a bullet throught a flock of doves / to wage this war against your faith in me) thank you for the venom (give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill / you're running after something that you'll never kill / if this is what you want, then fire at will / preach all you want, but who's gonna save me? i keep a gun in the book you gave me / you wanna follow something, give me a better cause to lead / give me a reason to believe)

c!tommy: heaven help us (the punchline to the joke is asking / someone, save us) bulletproof heart, (i'm who i've got to be, these pigs are after me / and though i know how much you hate it / are you gonna be the one to save us? hold your heart into this darkness / will it fail and leave you stranded?) scarecrow, (make a wish when your childhood dies / count to seventeen and close your eyes / i'll keep you safe inside)

c!tubbo: burn bright (so give me all you've got, i can take it / they always told me i'll never get to heaven with a life like yours, little boy / it's like a chemical burn, i'm peeling off your skin / and when you see your face / well, you'll never be the same again) the light behind your eyes, (so long to all my friends / every one of them met tragic ends) destroya, (what have you become / when they take from you almost everything?) the only hope for me is you (what have we learned, other than people burn in purifying flame? / i'll say it's okay, i know you can tell / and though you can see my smile / i still think of the guns they sell)

[urdbell18]

Madamspellman Teacher AU: Chapter one: The One Where They Meet

So I got a lot of positive response for this fic that I’m gonna start poasting it. I did get it reviewed by Mostlygayfluff, thank you for indulging me, but if anyone does have any suggestions because we’re only human, then let me know. I’m posting my story without a real title so if you guys think of one let me know! Thanks and enjoy!

Zelda Spellman made a lot of choices in her life. Some of them she made based on necessity, others based on nothing but her own selfish needs. There were the ones that she would stand behind until her death. There were ones that she regretted the moment she made them, the weight of her actions stabbing her deep in her gut. This was not one of them.

With a file box under her arm Zelda entered her new place of employment, Baxter High. After Labor day Zelda would be the schools new language teacher. The superintendent and the principle both drooled when they read over her certification that deemed her fluid in not one language like French or Spanish (which she was), but several including Russian and Chinese. It meant that they only needed to hire her, one woman that can do it all, instead of two or three, to simplify the budget to benefit the whole school. Zelda didn’t believe them for one second, and she felt bad for maybe half a second on behalf of the teachers who might of lost their jobs because of her. Zelda has never denied that she is a selfish woman, and she needed the job.

Zelda’s heels clicked against the linoleum floor, she was supposed to pick up her keys and badge from the school secretary, a sharp angle mousy blonde by the name of Mrs. Meeks. Mrs. Meeks gave her another box, much to her dismay, that had her name along with the number for her classroom, office number, and class schedule taped to the lid. Now with two boxes of considerable weight she turned to leave the office. That’s when she heard Mr. Hawthorne, principal and her new boss, call her name.

“Mrs. Spellman.” Mr. Hawthorne came up to her, a half a step too close for her liking. Zelda just gritted her teeth and held her tongue. “How are you settling in? Do you need help with those?” Before she could protest Mr. Hawthorne had already taken the boxes from her and started walking down the hallway. He talked all the while expecting Zelda to be following and listening to him. Yes, she did follow him, because he took her belongings. However, that didn’t mean she listened to a word he said. She focused more on where she was going, not listening to a life story she never wanted to hear. When they reached her classroom, Mr. Hawthorne opened the door with a smile that made her skin crawl. Zelda entered the space, silently observing the surrounding, her desk, students desk, chalkboards. “I believe I rambled on long enough.” Zelda just hummed and hoped with everything she had that Mr. Hawthorne would take his leave. “What about you Mrs. Spellman?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m a very hands on principal, as you will come to learn now that you have joined our little family here at Baxter High.” He smiled at her again and Zelda fought the mental image of his wormy head popping open like a zit. It wouldn’t be pretty, and she sighed to rid herself of the thought. “And I’m always interested in how one of our members has come to join us.” Zelda froze where she was taking out her things from her first file box and, not for the first time, thanked whomever that he could not see her face as her heart stopped cold. Mr. Hawthorne’s words sounded no different than ones that she’s heard before back when…

“Mr. Hawthorne.” The sudden crashing of the present startled Zelda and she dropped her binder containing her lessons for French 1. Mr. Hawthorne, for the first time, ignored her as he turned his attention to the other woman. “Ms. Glover is looking for you.”

“Ah, thank you Ms. Wardwell.” Without even a word or a single glance at her Mr. Hawthorne left, brushing pass Ms. Wardwell. To her credit, Ms. Wardwell did not move from where she blocked half of the doorway, nor did she shrink away when Mr. Hawthorne had to flatten himself to get by her. When he left Ms. Wardwell rolled her eyes but didn’t take her leave, she ventured further into the room, her gaze never leaving Zelda. Before Zelda could yell at this woman to demand why she was entitled to enter her space Ms. Wardwell bent down elegantly at the knee to retrieve the binder that was still on the floor. She was careful of the binders rings falling open, and set it gently down on the empty desk.

“I don’t think there’s anything about Hawthorne I need to tell you that you haven’t already figured out yourself.” Ms. Wardwell’s eyes were a crystal clear blue, her finely shaped eyebrows arched elegantly. A half smirk formed on her lips, which were painted a red color that Zelda found sinful, as well as classic. “You seem like an intelligent woman Ms…”

“Spellman. Zelda Spellman.” Ms. Wardwell held out her hand, her nails were neat and painted a shiny red color similar to her lipstick. Her fingers were warm when Zelda offered her hand to shake, the action was firm and strong, it told Zelda all she needed to know about Ms. Wardwell.

“Mary Wardwell. Spellman, I have a student by that same name. Sabrina Spellman.”

“My niece.”

“Well then, now I know you’re an intelligent woman, Zelda Spellman.” Ms. Wardwell smiled at her in a way that Zelda could just make out a smirk. She turned to leave, her soft brown hair bounced on her shoulder like it was cotton. There was a trail of perfume that was sweet yet sharp, just like Ms. Wardwell. “See you around Ms. Spellman.” And just like that Ms. Wardwell was gone, the door closing behind her softly. Three whole minutes ticked by, before Zelda’s mind snapped out of it. She wasn’t even sure what had happened, and returned her focus to why she was here in the first place.

Zelda left Baxter High around four o’clock. With summer still clinging to life, the sun sat high and round in the sky. As luck would have it, no one else disturbed her and she was able to put the finishing touches on her classroom and office. On her way to the car she called her sister at her bookstore job to see if Hilda needed a ride home. Her sister was working late and the owner offered to take her home later. Zelda wasn’t a fan of Dr. Cerberus, but she bit her tongue for Hilda’s sake. So, she went home where the remainder of her family was. There was something calming about driving through the woods, it didn’t matter the time or the season. Zelda would always roll down the window, and no matter what happened that day it flew away with the wind. She parked her car on a patch of grass and walked up the porch steps, they creaked with her weight but it was comforting, it was home, just like her keys jingling in the lock.

“Mommy!” A little girl no more than four with blazing red hair that fell off her shoulders in neat ringlets sat and waited on the entry steps. Her little body rocked with excitement as she anticipated her sign that Zelda was ready to take her into her arms. Had the car ride not been sufficient in placing her in a better mood, her daughter surely would. She looked at her like she was everything, and it always made her smile. Zelda did not hesitate, she scooped her daughter from the steps, the little girls laugh rang in her ear and her skin felt soft when she pressed a kiss to the child’s tiny cheek.

“My darling, how I missed you. Did you behave for Sabrina? What did you do?” Vida lifted her head from her mother’s shoulder and launched into her childlike details on how she watched a few cartoons. Zelda didn’t approve of much TV and Vida didn’t care much for it. How she did the tree on the puzzle she and Hilda had on the table in the parlor. It was never a rule that no one could work on the Spellman sisters’ puzzle but Vida was the only one that was ever interested. She also proudly described how she finished a page of the workbook Zelda made for her to improve her language skill.

“Hello Auntie Zee.” Sabrina was in the kitchen, reading a book, she looked up when Zelda entered Vida perched on her hip. Zelda placed a kiss on top of the teen’s head as she placed her daughter in an unoccupied chair. “How’d it go?”

“Uneventful.” With Hilda working late it was up to her to prepare dinner. It wasn’t that she minded, it was just that Hilda was better at things like cooking and baking . There was chicken thawed in the fridge, she could work with that. “I did however, meet Ms. Wardwell. Is Ambrose here?”

“Really?” Sabrina perked up, her hands stopping mid motion where she was playing some clapping game with her cousin. “Didn’t I tell you she’s great! She-”

“Sabrina, Ambrose, is he here?” Zelda knew all about Ms. Wardwell, Sabrina hasn’t stopped talking about the teacher since last year. While she was grateful to place the name with a face, plus the help with Hawthorne, she didn’t need to hear more about Ms. Wardwell.

“Oh? No. He left a while ago to do… something. I thought best not to ask.” Smart girl, Zelda learned that it was best not to know where her nephew spent most of his time. “Ah! Before I forget, Aunt Zelda, Roz called and asked if I can go see a movie with her and Susie.” And Harvey, Sabrina didn’t need to say that part, Harvey was rarely not around when she went out with her friends. Zelda was not the most comfortable with her niece dating.

“What time will you be back?”

“Eleven?”

“Ten.”

“Ten-thirty, sharp.”

“Acceptable.” Sabrina squealed and hugged Zelda from behind, she left in a swirl of teenage whim. A sort of melecolly feeling over took Zelda as Sabrina buzzed around the house She understood that her niece was growing up, no longer content with staying home with her aunts, but Zelda still missed her, missed her family being here. She had Vida who, when Zelda turned back around to place the extra chicken back in the fridge, was smiling at her from the back of the chair.

“Am I writing Aunt Hilda’s post-it?” Her intuitive little girl, Zelda nodded and while the chicken was cooking in the pan she washed her hands and gave her daughter the pad of paper from the fridge. Whenever Hilda couldn’t join them, Zelda got things ready for when she got home. It often included a portion of the nights meal in the fridge with a note written by Vida (sometimes with touches from Ambrose or Sabrina), tea leafs in her cup covered with a saucer, and kettle on the burner ready to go. Zelda would admit that she hadn’t been the best, most supportive sister, but Vida, who loved so deeply and knew how to care for others, helped. Along with the chicken, Zelda fixed some rice and broccoli. Vida was like any typical child and didn’t want to eat vegetables, but Hilda was always baking something. This time it was blondies that she spent all last Sunday afternoon making, and they made for excellent bribes. Vida was rarely disappointing, and she was munching on a small square of blondie as Zelda finished.

After dinner and dishes, Vida would read from her book with help from Zelda. Very early on she supplied her daughter with books in several languages, mainly English and French. Vida enjoyed this part of the day, being curled up in her mother’s lap, that strong steady heartbeat and soft breathing that soothed her since before she was born. When she started to show the first signs of sleepiness, which was usually around 8:30, Zelda would take her daughter upstairs to ready her for bed; bath with bubblegum bubble bath and strawberry scented shampoo that added even more sweetness to the air, fresh PJ’s, teeth brushed, and then cocooned in her blankets with her favorite always in reach, Hilda knitted it for her from soft thick blue yarn when Zelda told her that she was pregnant. Last was Oso, her favorite stuffed black bear that was missing one eye, tucked under her arm. Zelda stayed until the small girl’s breathing become deep and slow, leaving one last small kiss on the girl’s temple. Zelda then got ready for bed herself, but didn’t go to sleep till much later. Sometimes she’d go back downstairs and wait for Hilda to return. Other times she would turn on the small lamp so she could read without disturbing her daughter who was in the same room. Before Vida was born, she used to share the room with her sister but Hilda has since moved down the hall.

Tonight, she stayed up reading but not really absorbing what was on the page. Instead she listened, the front door slamming softly shut and the whistle of the kettle at twenty to ten which meant that Hilda was home. Then there was the creaking of the floorboards at eleven o’five when Sabrina tried to sneak back into the house at lights out, thirty five minutes past her curfew. Zelda finally settled down, hanging her robe on her bed post and switching off the light. The room plunged into total darkness, minus the soft pulse of her daughters elephant night light. The night was peaceful and warm, the air was filled with the soft sounds of crickets, Zelda had no problem falling asleep.

Her life might not be perfect, nor one she expected to have, but regret? She had none.