#in my little workd

[a2zillustration]

I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.

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[real-pamela-lopez]

Yeah, no shit sherlock

reblog/like for a tbh

[grave-ilusions]

Kay hey hi hello I’ve had one singular glass of wine and I am once again thinking of the thirteen and asterin and sorrel and “live, manon, live” and I am severely unwell

[emiplayzmc]

......what if one of my Addison OCs listened to a lot of Poor Man's Poison music

Main song I'd associate them listening to would be Feed the Machine :>

A robot made to sell and advertise and do that whole thing listening to song that's criticizing all of that

Idk been listening to a lot of Poor Man's Poison lately

[mizukisdaycare]

catching up on event stories and finally reread stray bad dog and aaa akito bby,,, i need little akito in my life

i think what arata said the first night they met really got to him and was on the verge of slipping the whole time he went off…toya could sense something was wrong as akitos words were coming out ever so stilted and if akito wasnt already on the verge then toya steeping between them and holding his hand definitely did it

i also think akito dropped HARD after they faced arata at the livehouse…he was just the tiniest and super clingy i dont make the rules i just follow them— this has gotta be the first time the rest of vbs has ever seen him so small so what better is there to do than an impromptu sleepover? An mainly organized it to make sure akito gets some proper sleep for the first time in like 2 weeks but also theyve gotta spend as much time with the baby because who knows when the next time he’ll get so small will be??

sadly for the rest of vbs, akito stayed up a solid 30mins before falling asleep with his head in kohanes lap…

[hearty-an0n]

i think we all need to get better about gale

[illym]

[nomaishuttle]

bedtime i surpose.. i loves you all mwhamwhamaha. ok bye

[evandore]

its probably so annoying to hear me just say the same thing over and over again but im constantly guilty bc i really try to give the benefit of the doubt. like considering im not a great person and none of my family is and its rlly just like that. but like. come on man. come the fuck on be so serious right now. idk hes fucking rotted in the brain or something and btw hes being completely serious too like i know for a fact that man believes everything he says with certainty. he rlly thinks hes better then everyone else and he has never done wrong in his whole life.

[cryptidshuffle]

man i need to get on t. every time i start to look into it i get overwhelmed and idk where to even start looking 🙃

[koschgay]

okay. 73 Yards: Explained- An Attempt, by Me

important presuppositions for this theory:

-Ruby is an eldritch being (probably part of the Pantheon or a different, older thing) with the power to control stories. she has no idea about this, but she is.

-snowing is a sign of her eldritch powers at work

-the Doctor broke the universe in Wild Blue Yonder and let magic in (this is basically canon at this point tbh)

the theory:

-the Doctor stepped in and broke a fairy ring and was duly punished in the traditional fairy manner, by being whisked away to the fairy realm and made to dance for their entertainment

-Ruby opened a scroll, got mildly weirded out, and then noticed that the Doctor was missing and got really weirded out

-this caused her powers to trigger (it starts snowing around this point in the episode), and in her panic over losing the Doctor, she spins herself a story that she has very little control over

-The Woman is a manifestation of her fear of abandonment. everyone she gets close to leaves her without explanation; her birth mother did it, and now, in her panicked mind, the Doctor has just done it as well. The Woman is entirely a creation of Ruby’s powers, she has absolutely nothing to do with the pre-existing circle and any fairies it may or may not contain

-Roger ap Gwilliam is just a shitty guy. maybe he called himself Mad Jack on TV thanks to Ruby’s story powers, but he isn’t any kind of fae creature or magical entity that has been unleashed upon the workd

-Ruby fixates on stopping him as the solution to her problems, and so she does stop him, because her eldritch story powers dictate that She Has To Win In The End

-however, the Doctor was vanished away by a force completely separate to her story powers, so her ‘getting rid of Mad Jack’ does nothing to bring him back or appease The Woman. Ruby is still Abandoned By Him, in her mind, so The Woman, her Woman, stays with her

-she lives her entire life not knowing what to do, because her story and the Doctor’s problem are entirely separate

-when she dies, because she’s a being with powers incredibly fundamental to reality, the universe goes ‘hang on, this is wrong, she’s not supposed to be able to die, I need my story function’. and so it reboots her, and Ruby’s powers allow her to warn her young self about the fairy ring BEFORE the Doctor steps in it and BEFORE she reads the scroll

-all this time, she hasn’t known how to end her story. she’s been incapable of it, because she hasn’t had the key missing plot point: that the Doctor disappearing was completely unrelated to her own misadventures

-and at the end of the day, what’s the classic way of ending a story when you don’t know how to finish it off? ‘it was all a dream’, or in this case, ‘it was all an alternate timeline’

the end. thank u for listening <3

[jacesvelaryons]

I have a request for billy!!! an angst to fluff fic, where the reader gets shot, maybe on the shoulder so its not too severe but billy is just frantic

peace.

masterlist

requests OPEN

a/n: thank you for your request! apologies they’ve been taking long, but hopefully from now on, my requests will be answered more consistently and sooner 🩷

please continue to like, reblog, comment and share what you think as i love to hear feedback/comment on what you think of my content. thanks a lot!

billy the kid x reader

word count: 1.0k workds

summary: Billy fears he may have lost you when you're shot, but he makes it just in time.

You wince every step you make, pulling over your shawl closer over your torso. Only a few more steps, you assure yourself. 

Being a schoolteacher at the local school on an abandoned farm house a few missionaries founded a few miles from where you lived with Billy did not make much, but it was honest work. It was what you and Billy deserved running away from the rising tensions in Lincoln, trotting off to a village closer to the Midwest where no one knew who you were and you could start anew. 

It was a quiet, idyllic town of under a thousand people, full of very welcoming locals who accepted you both as newly weds, haphazardly making your vows with the priest before you left when it became too violent and unruly. It was that, or more salacious livelihoods, which gave you a shudder. 

As a newly married couple, the town came together to help you both choose a new home, a simple but suitable old barn, nothing much but enough for comfort. Billy picked up work as a ranch hand to the farm next door, and you were approached by some nuns to help with the new school due to the growing population of little ones with the families moving in the growing city. 

Which is why you did not expect during a lesson of arithmetics, a drunken, fractious vagrant barges in the farmhouse, careless with his firearms. You panic, instinct driving you to huddle and protect the children, until help could come to ward him off. Screams,frantic footsteps, cries for help, until two loggers were able to hunt him down and get him under custody with the sheriff and arrest him for questioning. 

You were relieved and grateful all your students were spoken for, but you were not spared, a bullet made its way to your arm before he could be captured. Your headmistress dropped you off on the carriage in front of your home with Billy, ignored her worried look as you strutted home, praying he wasn’t home to see you in this condition. 

Just as you opened the door and sauntered in quietly, you stepped on the loose plank that squeaked, alerting Billy who was having coffee and toast at the dining table. As his eyes met you, his eyes widened seeing the blood trail starting to form from your arm. 

“What happened to you?” 

“I know, don’t panic-”

“How can I not panic, you’re bleeding?! Let me see.” He marches up to you, waiting anxiously for you to take off your shawl and blouse. Billy helps you peel it off, seeing the bullet on your bicep, tugging you gently towards the couch. 

Billy agitatedly goes through the cabinet searching for his first aid kit, or the basic stitches, needles, and bandages he could have acquired before you both absconded to the new town. 

“We have to call the town doctor, love. I can’t believe they let you walk out like that.” 

You looked down sheepishly, realizing he was right. Your tendency not wanting to make a ruckus and stay out of trouble even at the possibility of death or infection would be the end of you. 

“Y-You’re right. I’m sorry.” Billy kisses you on the forehead before he runs out your home, calling out for a doctor to help, or at least some learned healer women if they were predisposed. Not that there were many in this small town, at least more than Lincoln. 

A doctor and his female assistant ran into your home several minutes later, bag in hand to take the bullet out your arm the best they can, and seal up your wounds. 

Billy watches you tensely, feet tapping against the wood floor, arms crossed deep in thought and sweat down his brow as he worries about your well being. You smile weakly at him, even as you grow slightly pale and cool from the pain of the bullet still in your arm. 

“I’ll be fine, darlin’. Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere soon. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You assure him, reaching for his hand with your unhurt arm, tightening your grip around his, a teasing undertone to your voice. He chuckles slightly, the worry still consuming him.

He gets on his knees, pleading with a tight grip on your hands. “You’re a fighter, my girl. Please don’t leave me. “  

“I won’t, my love, I promise.” You take a deep breath as the doctor begins to operate on you and remove the bullet carefully, the morphine and opioid he gave you earlier beginning to kick in. 

Billy is escorted out your humble abode by the assistant, but he refuses to keep his eyes away from you. He refuses to look away ,as if he would lose you if he would. 

To both of your relief, the doctor explains the wound will heal, leaving a scar, that the bullet has been removed and you were lucky it was just a graze, because a few centimeters left, it could have been fatal and hit a major artery. 

He thanks the doctor and his assistant, handing a small bag of coins into their hands before they leave, before he turns back to you, still worried but relief washed all over him. 

“I could have lost you, my sweet. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” Billy tears up as he caresses your face gently, cradling you close to him in apprehension. 

You lean into him weakly, mindful of the newly stitched up wound on your arm. “I’m not going anywhere, Billy.”

Billy sniffles, wiping his tears as he watches you fondly, relieved you were to recover. 

“Do you know who may have attempted to shoot at me and my students?” 

He nods grimly. “They have, he’s been rounded by the sheriff and won’t cause us any more trouble, darling. I promise, you’re safe, we’ll be safe.” You nodded, tearing up at him as he presses his forehead to yours. 

No one would haunt you or Billy no more. No longer would the ghosts of your past, of violence, of instability, of bloodshed haunt you both anymore. Together, you’d find peace in your small town.   

[justaz]

omg i gave them a daughter first too LMAO i went w the idea that from the spell that gave arthur life, he looks exactly like his mother so when he has his first kid, she looks exactly like him which means she looks exactly like ygraine. i didn’t name them after important people in their lives but i did like research meaning/origins of their names so they all have like specific meanings. her name emeline is french (bc du bois is french so i imagine ygraine came to albion from france so boom culture) and means vigorous, brave, hardworking since she is the eldest which makes her the heir to the throne and future queen of camelot. then they had a set of twins, a dragonlord son and a sorceress daughter and while dragonlord son is a knight, he wants more to focus on the dragons and bring them back which will eventually end in his renouncing his knighthood and leaving camelot to travel and find lost or hidden dragon eggs. then sorceress daughter wanted to be queen and has a lil rivalry w emeline and bonds with morgana (current court sorceress) over the envy but ultimately will become the next court sorceress. so on and so forth.

i made a post a while back about how i imagine merlin found out about this but growing up, he was more in tune with his magic before he fully understood his mother’s warnings and the threat of just what he could do so his magic was more free reign and just did whatever he wanted or reacted to his emotions. idk what caused it, maybe he saw one of the other village girls with pretty hair or someone made fun of him for not being like the other boys and being too girly, but merlin was just like “it would be cool to look like a girl” and then boom hunith came inside to find a daughter instead of a son. merlin was ecstatic but hunith had to ban the spell from their house bc it would be mighty suspicious if she just had a daughter some days and a son other days so merlin had to Not Do That anymore. once magic was made legal in camelot, i feel like he was hesitant to use the spell again or maybe forgot all about it until arthur brought up the issue and merlin was like “oh yeah why not” and boom babies

for the genderfluid aspect (as i said in my tags, i project my own gender identity onto him so like to me he doesn’t particularly care how he’s referred to or if he looks masculine or feminine, he just looks how he is. maybe some days he looks more masculine or more feminine but thats a result of his magic being free again and responding to his emotions and what he wants), arthur switches up the compliments and terms so he’ll be like “and my handsome wife” or “my beautiful husband” etc etc and it always makes merlin laugh with the different combinations he makes. though more accurately its probably something like “and my idiotic husband/wife” but let me imagine them as soft as possible its for my own sanity thank you

Every time I read a Merthur fic where the need for Arthur to have an heir comes up as a complication for them being together I'm just like "Merlin is magic. If there's an aging spell surely there's a spell to change your sex. Why can't he change himself into a woman for 9 months?"

Of course, I'm aware that not everyone is into mpreg, which I guess this would technically be, but the idea not even passing the character's minds is what gets me. Include a scene where the question is asked and give an answer for why they don't go for it cause there are a few you could do. Arthur might be scared of losing Merlin if they try a pregnancy that involves magic, even if it's not what's creating the life, because of what happened to his mother. Or maybe the only way for them to conceive even with Merlin as a woman is to use the same magic that made Arthur and neither of them are willing to give up a life for them to have a child. Or maybe they don't find a spell that can turn Merlin into a woman at all despite trying and the search adds more strain to the relationship (perfect opportunity for angst with this setup). Or Merlin could just straight up not be comfortable with the idea which is valid, I may see him as genderfluid and happily using this kind of spell even without the intention of getting pregnant but not everyone does.

My point is that when you're in a magic setting with a magic user as part of the main pairing and one of their obstacles is "I can't give you heirs" why do they not even question if there is a way to overcome that obstacle with magic?

[honeydewandcake]

can i just ask how do you draw in dandys workd artstyle so well?? Legit everytime i try to draw my dw oc in the artstyle i feel like ripping my eyes out. I cannot draw to save my life even though i want to share my oc with others so bad

I'm not sure how to exactly draw in the style, I just copy Qwel's artstyle but with my own quirks. I have experience with drawing cute chibi like characters since I drew Cookie Run and Pretty Blood fanart in the past. I guess just study Qwel's style a little more?

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

The Battle for Pumpkin King #5

Here are my thoughts on the last issue of the comic. After this, I'll be writing a full review looking at the series as a whole. As always, Spoilers under the 'Read More'!

The last competition for the title of Pumpkin King between Jack Skellington and Oogie Boogie is designing and carving their own giant Jack-o-Lantern. It's clear that they must complete it on their own, even cleaning out their pumpkins, and will be judged by 5 Townspeople.

Edgar suggests for Oogie Boogie to break the rules (again) by using Lock, Shock, and Barrel, this time to clean out his pumpkin for him. He says if Boogie wins, he can continue using his Lair, even having it as his own. While they clean out his pumpkin, Oogie wastes time by talking to the Judges and even taunting Jack, who questions why he isn't dirty from cleaning his pumpkin.

Jack starts to have doubts about himself and wonders why he's working so hard while things come 'naturally' for Oogie. He is comforted by Sally, who tells him he workd hard because it's natural to him, too, and is giving his all.

Oogie sends some bugs and snakes Jack's way to bother him while he carves. Lock, Shock, and Barrel start throwing pumpkin guts at each other inside, which sends a flurry onto Jack's pumpkin. Thinking quickly, Jack meshes it to look like hair on the jack-o-lantern. In contrast, Oogie's pumpkin is a mess from the trio's mischief.

The judges (as we all know) choose Jack's jack-o-lantern unanimously over Oogie Boogie's, winning him the crown of Pumpkin King. Boogie is furious and stomps the winning pumpkin down, arguing with Edgar and claiming his Lair as his own. He officially ends his friendship with Jack and storms off. Elsewhere, Jack suggests using Oogie's mess for a pumpkin pie, along with the Mayor's suggestion of a party to celebrate his victory.

Edgar congratulates Jack on his winning and claims he will retire to the pumpkin patch since Oogie is now in his Lair. He lays with the pumpkins lamenting Oogie's loss and their wasted potential as a team, but now he can finally rest.

Oogie, now in Edgar's Lair, claims everyone is against him, and vows no one will ever cheat him again.

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This comic was a LOT of fun to read and buy, much like Mirror Moon was. But I think I enjoyed this one more, despite TBFPK not having as extreme concepts. I will go into more detail in my full Review - keep an eye out for it! ;)

#5 was a great wrap to everything, showing us how Oogie ended his ties with Jack and what happened to Edgar in the end. Crazy to think the previous Pumpkin King might be one of the many pumpkins in the patch now, if he's not already long gone by this point.

It's interesting how Oogie was easily manipulated by Edgar, cheated in the competitions, yet feels betrayed and cheated HIMSELF after he loses. He gave up his friendship with Jack over a potential team-up with Edgar, only to lose THAT in the end(except gain his Lair). I can see why he would take control over the trio down the line, seeing as they indirectly caused his loss for the crown. I bet he forever holds that to them....

Also, very sweet little moments between Jack and Sally. I wonder how their friendship grew in this way. And I'm happy to see how Jack won his crown, it's fortunate it hadn't been Oogie(unless, without Edgar's influence, he would have wanted to rule Halloween Town...better? And possibly had a greater chance in the Competition without his help?)

I have a lot more to say about this series, so I'll start on the overall review soon. If you can, consider buying the Issues, or the Graphic Novel that comes out next month!!!

[pisswizard420]

Like do i consider my cult phase as an understandable and rational reaction to my brother having been mean to me? Absolutely fuck yeah. Was it a normal response to stimuli? Fuck no. Developing an interest in cults that lingers in a much more mild form to this very day because i wanted to brainwash my brother so he was nicer to me is both comically weird and yet has surprisingly sound logic for a child

I love looking back on weird choices i made as a child because yes they werent normal responses to stimuli and were fucking hilarious in hindsight yes i do stand by some of those and view them as completely normal i contain many many hidden depths