#jabberwocky writings

[jabberwocky-warrior]

A Fan favorite HC for Malleus is him giving you jewels/gifts made from items in his horde. i agree that he definitely does, but i feel we're forgetting something else.

He probably has some of his mother's jewelry.

I think you'd have to be engaged/married before he'd give you anything. But imagine he proposes with his mother's ring. on your wedding day, you're wearing one of her crowns. (i don't think gender matters with the way the crowns styled)

I'd think most of Melanor's belongings are owned by the royal family with only some specifically personal items given to malleus. Same with his dad's things.

I'd think this would be a big deal for everyone but Mallificia especially. Maybe the way she shows her approval of you is through letting you use some of the items she's kept from her daughter. Or having the royal seamstresses rework some of melanor's old clothes into something for you. Same with reverne's clothes.

I think this would also go for more then just jewelry/clothes.

I HC, his dad was also a book nerd/scholarly type. If you're into reading, he gifts you one of his father's favorite books. While you're studying to become Malleus's consort, he lends you Reverne's notes from when he had to study the same things.

I feel like one of the biggest shows of love is letting you use his parents items. The last things he has to remember them.

I don't think lilia would give you anything physical. Instead he shares the most important thing to him. Memories. Lilia will sit with you for hours telling you stories of your future-in-laws. All the stories he can remember of malleus' youth and of the Draconia family in general.

[gmaybe666]

will making ....a comic for mike

I propose that will draws all the time because losing himself in drawing is when he feels the happiest and most free, I also propose that he's obsessed with collecting images of knights and soldiers and medieval fairytales and sticking them on his wall because he is Very Gay And A Nerd

link to read will's comic

message me to buy will's comic !

[tanpopo-towa]

Hyde's House Voicelines;

frostheim - "interesting, so you value success, huh? You're self-confident and relentless in the pursuit of your goals"

vagastrom - "interesting, so you value ideals, huh? You're mission-oriented and direct your efforts towards reform and innovation."

jabberwocky - "interesting, so you value trust, huh? You're caring and loyal in all your endeavors."

sinostra - "interesting, so you value a challenge, huh? you're powerful and decisive."

obscuary - "Interesting so you value harmony, huh? You're peace-loving and open-minded."

hotarubi - "interesting so you value creativity, huh? Individuality is important to you, and you celebrate a difference."

mortkraken - "interesting, so you value intelligence, huh? You're insightful and can observe things objectively. "

[ahomeganeyatsu]

First fic for AFTG. I had an idea and I ran with it. Enjoy.

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Jeremy comes to the loft while Cat and Laila were out. Finding Jean at the kitchen island glaring at his textbook as he scribbles on a notebook. He was looking particularly soft in his USC hoodie. Jeremy really wants to bury himself in it. Imagining the warmth from Jean's body mixed with his scent and the fabric conditioner Laila favored. The thought of it takes away any of the clinging tension from staying at the Wilshire house.

The loft isn't home, but the pieces that make it one are all here.

"Salut," he greets Jean. The taller man startles and looks at Jeremy.

"Salut," he replies and immediately scowls, realizing what he has done. Jeremy smiles brightly. It had become a thing of his now to make Jean reply to him in French. "You are back early."

"Wouldn't want to miss a day with my favorite boys." Jean blinks at him. Jeremy keeps himself still, refusing to react after hearing the words he said.

Jean looks away first, eyes firmly back on his textbook. Jeremy feels both relieved and bereft. "Do what you will."

He finally lets himself into the kitchen. He catches himself reaching to run his fingers through the other's hair and grazes them on Jean's shoulder instead. A save that's particularly useless when his touch lingers there for a moment. Jeremy still takes it as a win when the tension bleeds out of those broad shoulders.

He ignores the bite of his nails on his palm at the memory of Jean leaning briefly to his touch.

"Where's your son?" he asks as he grabs a glass of water. He had noticed the lack of Jabberwocky greeting him at the doorway. Not that it was a constant occurrence. Especially with Jean the only one present at home. Everyone knew that the Frenchman was Jabberwocky's favorite.

"Asleep." He flicks a knowing look towards Jeremy. "Do not wake him."

Jeremy raises a hand in surrender. His smile has Jean turning back to his book and muttering something in French. He continues to watch the man. Noting the curled ends of his bangs that hide his eyes, the light that catches the edges of his face that makes them look pinker, and his hand that was tucked inside his hoodie.

The last one has Jeremy's brows pinching in worry. He wondered if his ribs were bothering him with the absentminded way he was stroking it. He didn't look to be in pain though. Although with Jean you could never really trust it. Proximity had taught him, Laila and Cat all the tells on the language that was Jean Moreau. Hidden pain was the first of many they had learned to read.

His thoughts are interrupted when Jean shushes him and Jeremy nearly protests, except Jean says something softly in French.

Jeremy recognizes the word for "safe" and it takes him another second to realized it hadn't been for him. He straightens and looks closer at Jean. He observes Jean's bowed head and how it's more aimed at his hoodie, of his hand that has not moved away from it.

There's a lightbulb that lit up in Jeremy's head. An idea that has him near vibrating and walking up to Jean's side. The movement alerts Jean and their eyes meet when he reaches him.

"Jere—" his breath catches when Jeremy braces a hand on his shoulder and peaks at the opening of his hoodie.

There. Tucked into a ball, a floppy ear flicks and a single dark eye stares back at Jeremy. The hoodie shifts and Jeremy doesn't even need to see to know Jabberwocky's tail was wagging.

He lets out a noise that has Jean's hand finally slipping out of his hoodie to hold Jeremy's waist. Pressed together, Jeremy leans further into Jean's space. The way Jean's hair tickles his chin doesn't even register. Not with the most adorable sight right in front of him.

"Jeremy what—"

He scrambles for his phone and quickly snaps photos of the two. He giggles at one with Jean looking utterly done with him while Jabberwocky's head poked out of his hoodie.

"You are ridiculous." Jean sighs but he still hasn’t let go of him.

"You like it," Jeremy replies. Jabberwocky gives a resounding enthusiastic, if soft, bark. The man glares at the dog and the little menace licks his chin. Jeremy laughs at the put off look on Jean's face. He wishes he could lean in and kiss his adorably scrunched nose. Instead, he rewards Jabberwocky the head scratches he deserves for being such a good boy.

“Je ne sais même pas pourquoi,” Jean huffs. “You are both incorrigible.”

[blasphemlm]

I know Jean canonically doesn't like music but I think in the right circumstances hearing Concrete Angel by Martina McBride (2001) would break him in half like a pretzel.

Let me set the scene for you.

After TGR. He's in the kitchen cooking with Cat, and the radio is on because of course she needs her tunes, but maybe Laila's captured her attention and they're chatting softly just beyond the edge of the kitchen tiles.

Jean doesn't mind because he's not alone, and the bread dough is coming together exactly how he imagined it. And Jabberwocky is laying in the corner, which is fine because at least Jean isn't tripping over him. He looks sort of cozy, even. Not that it matters.

A new song comes on the radio, one he's never heard before. It's not loud or obnoxious, and he can actually understand what she's saying. The girls are still talking quietly a stone's throw away, and he can see Laila start swaying on her feet to the song. Endearing, but he's gotta prep the dough to rise. He has to stay focused.

But the words filter through his mind anyways, and his hands pause as he realizes she's singing about a girl trying to stand strong in a cruel, unjust world. And nobody's helping her, even though they all see something’s wrong. She must endure it alone.

He doesn't care for music, so it shouldn't phase him in the slightest. Yet Jean stands there as it plays on, staring at the dough he still needs to tend. And there's a pit in his stomach, his throat is a little tight, but he needs to know what happens to the girl.

Elodie doesn't have a grave.

He unplugs the radio before he even realizes what he's doing, yanking it from the cord like he's seen Cat do a thousand times. Jean's face is warm, and his eyes burn, and the bread is absolutely ruined. It's not going to rise for the correct amount of time now.

Though he can hear the concern in Cat's voice, Jean just waves it off. Nothing is wrong, because he doesn't like music and songs don't mean anything to him. It was just a dumb song. Not even that good, if he was honest.

Instead of retreating to his room the way he knew he should've, Jean stands there with his hands on the counter in tight fists. His neck itches, but he does not scratch it. He knows better.

“What's wrong? Too much noise?”

He means to say something along the lines of nothing is wrong, but what comes out is far more damning. Jean nearly chokes on it, vitriol dripping from each word. He refuses to entertain the idea that it's grief.

“When I am court, I will buy her a stone.”

"You mean a tombstone, like the song? Who?" Cat places her hand on his back and he relaxes into the touch in spite of himself.

Laila just stares at him for a moment, a muscle working in her jaw. She is not angry at him, though that isn't always easy to tell. "She doesn't have one."

It isn't a question, so Jean doesn't have to answer it. He meets her gaze, but quickly looks back down at the dough. Maybe it's still salvageable, he doesn't always have to follow the instructions exactly. The bread will still taste good with dinner.

Cat, clever as she is, catches on quickly. Her little "oh, Jean," as she leans her forehead against his spine is almost his undoing. But he doesn't break, he endures the ache in his chest the way he's supposed to.

"Let me know when you start shopping for one, I'll help you look." Laila bumps her hip against his, and Jean can't stop himself from returning her little smile, though it's not much more than a twitch of his lips.

Only a few more years, Elodie, he thinks as he pulls the dough closer again. She only had to wait a little longer, and he would endure the wait with her.

[beedragony]

one drawing done, thirtheen to go, one on the way

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[eikonoklast]

Day 19 (Taken): To Change

   Minimas brought them down to a lower level of Solution 9. The smaller fighter was unable to control the landing as he carried his lupine companion, the two tumbling onto the smooth pavement, Minimas gasping for air as he landed in a crumpled ball. Silver lie where he was dropped, fairly still. His sides rose and fell gently with sleep, his garbled vocal cords making soft growling noises as he breathed. His silver-tinged mane rustled in the breeze as his tail trembled slightly, lost in dreams. 

   Minimas watched him there for a moment as he caught his breath. Silver looked so…incredibly small. This person he'd seen as a rival since their first match - who had let Minimas win and refused to admit it - was lying helpless a few yalms away. The lalafell knew when he was outmatched, and Silver had intentionally missed with a critical bite to one of his wings. He had opened himself up to attack and it infuriated Minimas as a fighter to be shown mercy from someone he should've beaten fair and square. He held such a grudge about it that he had started hanging out with the other fighters who hated their fellow rookie's guts. Nightmare was always looking for ways to get stronger and that had led them all to places Minimas himself would never have gone otherwise…he clutched his arm, choking back the feeling.

   His bright red eyes narrowed. Still in his transfigured form, he got up and wandered over to Silver, his dark red whip-like tail lashing with anger. He looked at his talons on the tips of his fingers with a certain satisfaction, and then back down to the figure beneath him. Silver did not show any signs of waking. 

   I could just get rid of him. 

   Jabberwocky traced a dark, taloned hand over Silver's broad and exposed side. Still, he slept. He was so oblivious. It would be so easy. Too easy, though. He shook his head, disgusted with the thought. This isn't how I want to win. 

   Minimas noticed Silver's breathing was slightly erratic, his regulator making a strange high-pitched sound that would be difficult to pick up without Minimas’ large, sensitive ears. Confused, he examined it closely. It did not appear to be broken, but indicating poor health for its owner. And only one soul left, no less.

   Minimas sighed heavily, leaning against Silver's long mane at his back, his bare skin pressing into the wolfish fur. It was warm and soft. His sleepy, rumbling growl echoed in his cavernous chest almost like a purr as Minimas rested there beside him, thinking. He looked around them at the tall, shadowy buildings; filled with their beautiful lights and simple comforts. He sat and dozed off, wishing to share them. 

   Maybe…we could be friends.

   

Alisaie walked into the Backroom at Neon Stein, past the mess in the main room. Glass was shattered behind the counter and all of its contents had been flung out in somesort've blast. The speakers by the stage had been thrown with such force that one had busted a hole in the wall nearby, half of it sticking out. Tables and chairs were in the process of being picked up by staff as they cleaned the wreckage, a few of them with bandages from nicks and cuts. Thankfully nobody had seemed seriously injured, so she had continued on her way after helping how she could.

   In the well-lit strategy room Alphinaud stood with his arms crossed, looking somber. Y'shtola paced the security corner, discussing something about drones with Shale. The two were speaking quietly, with Shale staring intently at a series of screens. Alisaie approached her brother briskly, concerned.

   “Are you all right?” she insisted, looking him over. “What happened?”

   Alphinaud struggled to meet her gaze. “I was…” he trailed off. Finally he looked at her fully; resolve and regret nestled in his eyes. “I might have a lead.”

   

Silver sat up slowly, blinking away sleep. Behind him he heard a yelp as someone tumbled off of him, and he turned to find Minimas in his transfigured form, knocked onto the ground. Pain flared out from his chest like a lance being driven through it and he gasped, frantically pawing at his regulator with a shaky hand. Slowly and painfully his limbs snapped back into place, the transformation taking longer than usual as his body resisted the feeling. Minimas stared at him as Silver sat there trembling, gasping for breath. Fully himself again.

   “It really does hurt you, doesn't it?” Jabberwocky's true, distorted voice echoed.

   “Only if I stay long,” he breathed. 

   Minimas shrugged and tapped his own regulator, switching back to his much smaller form with practiced ease. He approached and held out a hand. “Where are you trying to go, anyway?”

   Silver grasped it and his companion helped him to his feet. “I just wanted to…” Silver paused, feeling embarrassed, his face warm, “I uh…I wanted to see the outside.”

   “All this for that!?” Minimas nearly screeched, stomping on the ground in frustration and withdrawing his hand as though Silver's were a snake. 

   Silver sheepishly scratched his head, his purple hair feathering lightly under his fingers. He looked out over the city - sprawled both above and below - as vehicles whooshed past on their way to parts unknown. “I guess I just…I want to see the world.” Minimas looked at him critically, one of his eyebrows shooting up in skeptical disbelief. “There's more to life than just what's in here!” he said defensively, his tail tip twitching as he wound his fingers together anxiously.

   “So you don't want to be a fighter. I can't fathom why you're there and you won't even answer that question,” the lalafell snorted. “You've never been outside though? Like…seriously?”

   Silver shook his head. “I- I've lived here all my life…” he trailed off, holding his fingers to his temple as he felt a headache coming on. He sighed.

   “Things have only recently changed, I guess,” Minimas said thoughtfully, turning to look out over the city. “Now that we know there's so much more outside the barrier.”

   “I want to see it,” Silver said quietly.

   “Why don't you just go outside, then?” Minimas sounded completely puzzled.

   “I'm under house arrest.”

   “You? You're under house arrest?” the young man laughed dryly. “What could someone like you possibly have done to get yourself stuck in your room?”

   Silver stared blankly. “I don't know.”

   Minimas opened his mouth and then closed it again like a large fish. “You're not lying, are you,” he said finally. 

   It wasn't a question. More of a statement. But Silver nodded anyway.

   “Don't you think that's weird? Like, at all?”

   Silver looked down at the drop-off near their feet. “It's normal for me.”

   “You are the worst heel Arcadion has ever seen. You can't bring yourself to beat anyone in the ring. Even in an unscripted match against someone like me where you're definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent allowed to. And for some reason everyone still loves you,” Minimas sounded exasperated. “And all you want is to not be there whatsoever and to just go outside.” 

   “Please…”

   Minimas’ voice increased in volume with his exasperation as he wandered around the platform, gesticulating wildly. “And you don't even know what you want to do or why, and that is completely normal for you?” 

   Silver dug his fingers into his forehead as the headache spiked and his anxiety along with it. “Please stop,” he choked, feeling trapped. “I can't…I can't answer your questions, I don't know. Why is it so wrong that I don't have a plan!?” He felt like the walls of his muddy thoughts were trying to drown him, pressing in on every side. “I don't care! About any of it! It may seem like a joke to you but it's just what I want to do!” he yelled the last words, his lavender eyes boring holes into the young man staring at him.

   “I always thought you were such a freak, Silver,” Minimas spat, bristling. “I couldn't have even guessed how much of one. What kind've person can't answer simple questions about themselves? And who were those people!? What in the queen's name do they have to do with anything!?!? Why did they attack us? Attack you!?”

   “Shut up! Why don't you just leave me alone if I am so awful to deal with!? Should I make you?” Silver snarled. He held a hand to his regulator. 

   Minimas crossed his arms, sneering, “If you weren't lying about what you said earlier, I bet you won't. But you know what? Maybe I will.” The lalafell noted the slight tremble in Silver's hand and he looked away, disgusted. “You're pathetic. Go outside or whatever your stupid dream is, I'm done.” 

   Minimas’ regulator whirred to life with a flash of red light and he lifted off into the air, leaving Silver stranded on the platform. “Next time I see you in the ring, I will win,” he shot back as he flew away, leaving Silver alone, staring at the distant elevator. 

   The miqo'te's hand fell to his side. He fought back the choking feeling of sadness that was trying to claw its way up out of his chest and he knelt on the ground, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to stop the tears from coming. He trembled, knowing that to leave meant to change, and that to change always meant pain. 

   But I…I need to go there.

   

“What!? That doesn't…That doesn't make any sense.” Alisaie scowled, Y'shtola and Alphinaud sharing the details of their encounter. “He looks like him, sure. But this has nothing to do with that.”

   Alphinaud looked pained as he reached out a hand to rest on her shoulder. Alisaie seemed too distracted to even notice as she stared at the floor, processing the information.

   Y'shtola cut through, her pragmatic tone was like a shard of ice down Alisaie's back. “I saw it, myself. I know not why but the how would be very simple with clever use of regulator technology.”

   Alisaie stared directly at her. “You're telling me that's Chiteni? That kid? He can't possibly be older than us, even.”

   Y'shtola shook her head. “No, I am not. We know precious too little to make any assumptions at this time. But…I don't doubt what I saw.” The miqo'te gestured to Shale's monitors. “We've hijacked some of the patrol drones and are searching for the two of them at present.”

   Walking over to another station, Y'shtola had a young hyuran woman open up a file of somekind on a smaller screen. “I've been going over the logs and registration of Arcadion fighters based on the information you shared with us, Alisaie. His stage name is Silver Bullet. He registered a little under one month ago.” Y'shtola paused, her brow furrowed. “What's more: most candidates seem to be under the sponsorship of individuals or companies who pay for their entry into the selection process. They vouch for their skills and provide personal information that may be of use to the board. But as you can see,” she opened a file. It was largely empty, without even a photo. “This seems to be redacted or…maybe it was never entered. Nor is there a listed sponsor we could contact for this information.” 

   “He's a ghost,” Alphinaud said quietly. “Or maybe not even a person, to be more specific.” The way the words left his mouth felt unnatural and stilted, as if he himself did not agree with them. 

   Alisaie stared at the blank file. Her eyes searched the screen as if they could uncover more from the pixels on its empty surface, darting to and fro without seeing. 

   “That boy has his soul,” Y'shtola said quietly, her head tilted downward. “We need to find him.”

Author's Note: I am SO RELIEVED to have this off my chest oh my god lol The holding back constantly was absolutely killing me. But I'm actually really happy with the flow of this one. The argument between Minimas and Silver especially is deeply personal to me: as someone who sometimes struggles to explain myself because of brain fog or memory issues or sensory overload I really didn't realize I was just sort've…writing myself, honestly. I feel like my inability to articulate can make me frustrating to speak to, particularly when I'm in distress. And especially when talking to people whose thoughts mean a lot to me. So this one's from the heart. Let's hope they can reconcile next time, maybe? Assuming there is a next time, of course.

[jabberwocky-warrior]

There had to be an incident at some point in malleus' life specifically when he was a child where he was in danger. Like fully-captured held-for-ransom type danger. Tied up with iron chains locked in a room with magic seals to keep him in and keep him hidden.

I think Malleus would be convinced no one would come to save him. I mean almost all adults in his life are scared of him. They avoid him as much as possible except Lilia.

At this point in time, The senate would be sending Lilia out on missions, diplomatic events, and literally anything they can to keep him away from baby!malleus. In this story, malleus would be too young to understand why Lilia wasn't around and thinks he left willingly.

So little Malleus curled up in a ball holding his little tail. His hands burning from the tight iron chains wrapped around his wrists and wings. Convinced no one is coming to save him, he cries. He cries silently as his captures celebrate his kidnapping. He cries on the ice-cold floor where they've thrown him.

They're loud as they party. They have a magic barrier around the small castle they have him locked in. This barrier hides the castle from view and keeps all magic (and noise) from being detected. They were quite proud of this barrier considering they bragged about it when they threw Malleus into this cold cell.

Malleus kept crying as the party got louder. Kept crying as champagne bottles were popped. Kept crying as their yelling got louder. and louder. until there was nothing.

Malleus doesn't realize it's silent at first. Not until he hears a blade being unsheathed from outside his door. They must have decided to kill him.

Malleus wipes his face and stands up, claws and teeth bared. He won't go down without a fight. He braces himself as a sword is used to slash through the door's lock. As the door swings open, he starts growling. Growling as loud and deep as he can, trying to be as scary as his grandmother can be.

"He's in here!" The figure shouts in a familiar voice. As Baul Zigvolt steps into the room closing the distance between them, malleus hears more thundering footsteps coming closer. A shadow turns the corner and before Mallues can register it, he's in someone's arms.

Lilia is holding him. Donned in his armor he hadn't worn in years now, Lilia is here. As Baul shouts into the hall for someone with tools to break his chains, Lilia begins checking him for wounds. It hits Malleus that he's been rescued. he's been saved.

His adrenaline only begins to leave him when Lilia and the rest of the guards start their journey back home. The iron chains are long gone now. He's tucked into Lilia's arms with a makeshift blanket around him. He's warm and safe as he begins falling asleep.

"Rest easy, My little prince. I'm here."

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This is not edited and i wrote it in an hour. But like You get the vision right. You see where I'm going.

[dhm-rising]

Fan Dragon Month Series One: Alice in Wonderland

Day Eleven: The Sacrifices

A bonus day for the Alice in Wonderland series! These dragons are based on the song Alice of the Human Sacrifice, which is either going to make you super nostalgic or super confused, and that’s ok, here’s the video I remember.

Since there’s five dragons today, I’ve put the Scry IDs in the alt text, and the lore is still under the cut.

Legion arrived in Wonderland shortly after The Red Rebellion. She grew up in The Scarred Wasteland amongst a clan of battle-hardened Wildclaws and Serthis who lived solely for the chance at a taste of glory. Her willingness to cut down The Card Soldiers with little to no hesitation seemed promising at first, but her sights quickly became set on any creature who dared to question her. She has been imprisoned for a long, long time, a nigh impenetrable wall of thorns concealing her deep within the woods of Wonderland…

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Caspian came second. A talented bard from The Shifting Expanse, the citizens of Wonderland hoped that his music might soothe the soul of the savage queen. But cowardice held his heart tightly, and he began using his new-found fame as an excuse to postpone his destiny. Late one night, he was struck down by a crazed fan, dying before he could ever get close to finishing his mission…

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Florence’s arrival brought a violent storm with her, having fallen straight through the center of The Twisting Crescendo. Finding herself in a destroyed village, the young dragoness decided she would stay and help rebuild in exchange for information about the world she’d fallen into. But things quickly took a turn for the worst when she learned about The Sky Warrior Prophecy. Florence became consumed by visions of grandeur, visions that would eventually twist her mind until she finally snapped, becoming a copy of the very thing she’d been sent to destroy…

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The next to arrive were a set of twins. One moment, Cadence and Fabian were were frolicking through the crumbling pillars of The Mirrorlight Promenade, and the next, they were in an unknown rose garden, hiding quietly underneath a bush. No one really knows what became of them…

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Design Notes

No outfits for these guys because I only decided to share them last minute. If I do make them outfits, I’ll be sure to post the link in the replies!

Caspian is probably my favorite scry ever, I LOVE his colors

Fabian was originally named Foalan, a reference to the main character of Kathryn Lasky’s Wolves of the Beyond series

As a bonus, here’s a quick scry I made for The Jabberwock because someone asked for it:

Male Guardian - Fire Unusual

Obsidian/Eldritch/Emerald

Boulder/Bee/Stained

[sophiabophie12]

Comic name how Kat meet her uncle the jubjub bird and jabberwocky

Jubjub bird: Hi there Kat it's nice to meet you

Jabberwockey: Yeah, it's nice to see you

Kat: Umm, Hi, wanna come to my house

Jubjub bird and Jabberwocky: Sure Kat, what if we play together?

Kat: Yes, that's a good idea.

[ahomeganeyatsu]

Thinking about an AU

The one where Jean is a shifter and somehow Jeremy ends up picking him up. Well more like Jabberwocky found him and adopted him, and Jeremy ends up bringing them both home.

When severely injured, his kind shifts into their juvenile form. He had recently escaped from Riko’s clutches. He knew he would recover more quickly if he shifted but understood that he couldn’t in the Nest. Not when he knew that he'd be more vulnerable as a pup.

Something something, he manages to escape and when he decided to rest, his body exhausted and in pain finally caught up to him. The next thing he knew, he had shifted and he was a pup.

He doesn't know how far he'd gotten away, but he's hidden somewhere in a park. He sleeps because that’s the only thing his body allows. Next thing he knows, there’s someone nudging him. He startles awake to find a dog. It’s slightly bigger than him, but the lack of a collar and it’s unkempt appearance tells him it must be a stray.

Jean tries to growl at it, but all that comes out is a whimper. A needy, scared sound that he hates coming from him. When the stray approaches him, he tries to bite its nose.

Rex (Jabberwocky) did not seem discouraged by Jean’s response. Puppy is hurt, puppy needs help, and Rex (Jabberwocky) was a good boy. Even if the door hasn't opened in a long time. They were just late. He just knows it. That's why he went out looking for them!

Jean had felt glad when the stray left, he ignores the trembling in his limbs as he thinks how alone he is right now. He was surprised when it comes back and clutched in its mouth was a paper bag. The smell coming from it made his stomach grumble.

Rex (Jabberwocky) stays with him most of the time. Curling up beside him as he sleeps. Hunting for food and providing for Jean. It’s absurd but Jean begrudgingly accepts the help.

[spikrock]

its SO hard for me to decide what my "canon" mad t party story is, cus theres so many ideas and ive seen so many cool things from other people in the fandom i just dont know.

part of me wants to sorta match with the 2010 movie's story, or at least draw inspiration from it, since mtp is based on it and all, but also mad t party is so different and i want to keep it different cus i dont really fw the 2010 movie

in my mind the queen's a villain, but how much of a villain idk. is she a big deal to the party like in the movies or is she just kinda around?

adding on to that, a lot of people used to have that whole wonderland war story which meant on top of being stupid band kids (/aff) the party is also capable of fighting. idk if i like that or not (im leaning towards no)

but the idea of mtp alice slaying a jabberwocky is just so tempting, its hard not to want that. but i dont really have a place where it'd fit into the timeline. when the band initially went on hiatus (so 2014), thats where i say all the wonderlandians went back home while alice and dinah stayed in california...im firm on keeping that because those 6-ish months are when alice realized how much her wonderland friends meant to her and thats why in 2016 she decided to go back with them to wonderland (canon as of this year with their d23 performance!!!!) but all other times they're just in california.

the rabbit holes a machine/portal thing in my mind, which ties in with my hc of nivens being really tech savvy and into that stuff. if i decide not to go with the wonderland war story, i think itll be that the band goes through the rabbit hole into alice's world, and so many people going through at once overheats it or something so it's rapidly shutting down, and nivens follows them through in order to get them back home (it doesnt work and it takes him a while to fix it)

idk i just think the wonderland war things been tainted for me (thats not really the right word, i just feel like its overused and i dont see the mad t party being badass enough to like. defeat a queen and slay a jabberwocky is all. plus in old mtp fandom its strongly tied to the femally thing, which i dont hc at all soo)

anyway just ignore this unless you want to have a peak into what my mind is like when i think of anything mad t party past waow pretty colors and silly gay people

[joejhang]

obsessed with the way nora wrote jeremy. avoidant narration style paired with bone-deep self-loathing and an outward perception of him as sunshine personified. drawing a sun in the sand, smiling into his coffee, "would it kill you to fuck someone who respects you?", stealing roses from his hookup, falling asleep behind the wheel, playing with a yoyo, coming back to the hotel with bruises around his neck, smiling "slow and satisfied" at his phone, not being able to focus on his lsat books, chronic fatigue, i tried to be good, am i no good? smoking outside the banquet, kissing jabberwocky, blaming himself for noah's death, jean's shitty reputation, zane's attack, handcuffed to a family that resents him, see-through smiles, writing down every time his father would call him, collecting speeding tickets in high school. jeremy knox i want to claw open your skull and dump the contents of your brain onto the page.

[whatgoeswhumpinthenight]

English is silly

So as an English speaker and writer I would like to tell all my ESL readers and writers that you are doing lovely and to not worry about if you are doing English right since it is a very silly language.

As somebody who is quite happy with nonce words which means that as long as there is enough context to your words (whether that be mashing words together or using the words around it I will leave to you.) you can get away with so much.

Now if you excuse me I will take my lissortly self and be galumphing back to my work in progress pieces.

[chrisschallertideaengine]

Uffish Thought

Doctor, I think there's something wrong with me.

I admit it, I stared long and intently into the deep dark void of my soul… And blinked first. Two roads diverged in a tulgy wood, and, sad I could not travel bothto find the jabberwock, long I stood and stared down one as far as I could to where it turned in the momerath-growth… Then took the other, just as fair- and having perhaps the better claim because my manxome foe was there, with…