#listen to icebergs as you draw

[o10-55o]

Wonder who he's looking at?

If you see anatomy problems,,, no you dont

[handern]

being a big fan of secondary characters (in nowadays' retellings) of the Arthuriana is pointing and vibrating when your fave made the cut, only to immediately die inside because it's sooooo wroooooong they got your favorite little shiny murderous idiot wroooong

all my thoughts to people who dig third or fourth level of obscurity knights and only got one entire media mentioning their name in about 2000 years tho

[arjudy224]

Three Times the Batfamily has been disgusted by your love life...

Dating is hard... but dating in Gotham... Oh Brother... Here are all the times the Batfamily has been involved in your love life.

1st time: Valentines Day

I've really gotta stop going for nerdy guys. This never ends the way I want it to.

"You know Eddie. You could have bought me dinner..." I call out to the rambling rogue behind me, "Scratch that... I can list off a hundred different date ideas.... That DO NOT INVOLVE THE BATMAN."

From behind, there is a swift crack followed by a muffled cry.

"I like flowers... I'm sure there was a way you could incorporate a riddle with those."

Footsteps draw nearer.

"I honestly don't even think you are trying. What does a child make, but never see? Come on dude... Work on on yourself. Restraints are fun, but this is ridiculous."

Suddenly, my restraints loosen. Stumbling to my feet, I swiftly turn around to see Batman's foreboding gaze staring down at me while my boyfriend lies face down 3 feet away.

"Are you alright?" Batman questions carefully noting my lacy heart pj's on top my push up bra. My diamond question mark necklace glitters in the darkness.

"Uh... yeah... Guess I should probably find an apartment where the Riddler doesn't live next door."

Batman sighs before patting me on the back. I am weirdly comforted by the paternal look in his eyes.

"That would be for the best."

2nd time:

Nightwing raises a pointed eyebrow before covering Robin’s eyes. Robin smacks his gloved hand away.

“Come on…. Y/N…” Nightwing trails off.

I interrupt him before this can get anymore humiliating. Being left to be eaten by a man sized Venus Flytrap after a date is not how I imagined my night to go.

“I do not need a life lesson; I have work tomorrow.”

Robin dutifully unties my restraints. He carefully looks anywhere else except my green lingerie.

Nightwing clears his throat. Rummaging through fallen leaves, he asks

“Do you know where she might have left your clothes?”

I shake my head before I start searching the drawers to the left of the nightstand. My sweaty palms create some difficulty turning the knobs.

“You know…” Nightwing continues leaning against the wall, “If you ever wanted to go on a date with someone who wasn’t going to be sent to Arkham… I’ve got this brother.”

My heart starts pounding. This is not happening. Robin’s jaw drops in disbelief.

“Are you seriously trying to set up Red Hood right now?” He gasps incredulously.

Both vigilantes listen to something being said into their ear pieces.

“Well, Jaybird. She’s prettier than anyone you’ve been talking to lately.”

My mouth gasps silently like a fish. Robin finally looks me up and down. He nods before agreeing. This child did not just....

Trying to ignore the hot waves of embarrassment, I finally force words to come out.

“GET OUT! I’ll find them myself!”

3rd time:

“Okay… but this time was not my fault.” I explain raising my hands in surrender. “How was I supposed to know that Two Face’s favorite song would be ‘22’? I have to make a living somehow!”

Batgirl tries to keep a straight face, but when she glances back at Red Robin… they both burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry….” She says trying to be professional, “This isn’t funny.”

“Uh huh…” I respond narrowing my eyes at them.

Realizing my mortification, their laughter slowly dies down. The teenage vigilantes grow as serious as possible.

“So, Two Face took you captive after you dedicated 22 by Taylor Swift to him?” Robin questions analyzing the crime boss’s office.

“Yes, I work at the iceberg lounge as a singer.”

“Where you ever an associate of Harvey Dent before his accident?”

My face goes red. This is not how I wanted today to go. I hate adding fuel to their fire.

“Something like that. I made some mistakes early in college.”

Batgirl bites her quivering lip to avoid laughing before composing herself. She checks her clip board left by Gordon.

“We’ll make sure GCPD gets back your… 2 themed underwear that went missing?”

I fantasize about those birds that slam their head underground to avoid conflict.

“I just want my computer. He can… keep the rest. I’m sure he’d like wearing it more than me.” I awkwardly trail off wrapping the robe tighter around my body.

Red Robin nods before muttering something into his ear piece.

“Okay, we’ll be on the search for that. I’m sure Red Hood can drop it off when he raids the lair tonight."

I start laughing before taking a step back. Putting my hands up, I interrupt.

“I can pick it up at Gordon’s office tomorrow. There’s… no need for… any of that.”

The two teens share a glance.

“Are you sure?” Batgirl inquires with a knowing smile in my direction.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Leave me out of this. I do not need to end up dead in crime alley because you guys thought it would be a good idea to set me up with your brother.”

Laughter can be heard in their comms. I vaguely make out “She’s got a point” in Nightwing’s voice.

With a reluctant grin, Batgirl shrugs. Before the vigilante duo leave, Red Robin flashes me an ornery grin.

“See you later.”

I respectfully flip them both off. Laughter echoes down the hallway as they leave.

[vhstown]

hobie brown x you headcanons

— hobie x gn!reader (established relationship)

warnings: brief mentions of violence (?) + politics (just his own), fluff

note: set in the multiverse + reader is aware of the spider-society (though has an ambiguous role). i rly wanted to write hobie without the bad boy possessive energy haha 💀 a bit ooc as always he's a tough one lol (kind of too detailed to be hcs but we roll)

Hobie is very much secure in your relationship. Even if it's less established than your typical one, he doesn't get jealous or uncomfortable when he sees you around others. It's more amusing to him than anything, observing how you interact with people. He enjoys watching you in silence with the occasional witty interjection, and he likes listening to you speak even if it's not with him. He's one of those people who immediately decide whether they trust someone or not, and he's trusted you since you met, even if there was, and still is, incessant bickering.

The bickering is endless, by the way. Even when you move past friends (a lot faster than you realise), he's always on your case. You've been trying not to pick up on his speech patterns, but it's almost impossible considering how nice it sounds to hear the accent roll off his tongue. When you accidentally bust out a "wagwan" he can't contain his laughter, nearly doubling over at the way your face was stuck in embarrassment. He makes it a habit to rub it in your face now, teasing you by talking to you like you're from Camden; the way he talked to you before was just the tip of the iceberg.

Hobie isn't hesitant about touch at all. He's always touching you in some way or another. Whether it's his arm slung around your shoulders, his chin on the top of your head or even holding your hand, it definitely draws some attention when a near 7ft punk (though he's not bound by the label of height, according to him) is hovering around you like a giant flashing accessory.

And the man is shamelessly 'gross'. He'll kiss you even with your morning breath or after you've just eaten. Whenever you put something on your lips, no matter if it's lip balm or whatever you like to wear, he's always just waiting to mess it up. Hobie's a tease if anything too, pinching you unexpectedly just to see the flash of a pissed-off expression on your face. You've made it a habit to not give him that satisfaction, but he doesn't need it. Everything you do is more than enough to amuse him, even if he does try to kiss you hanging upside down, scaring the ever living hell out of you in his attempt.

When you're cold, he's always trying to warm you up by rubbing his hands over your shoulders and arms (though his sarcasm is more than enough to set you on fire sometimes.) It is pretty cold in his universe, so he's used to it (#1 denier of the cold; punks don't get cold.)

Hobie is known for being firm in his beliefs. He's an unapologetic anarchist, and while he doesn't shout about his political beliefs every second, you can see it in the way he acts. Even if you're not as bent on it as he is, you have to respect his commitment. You're one of the only people he tells about his universe, his experiences, what he lives for. It's refreshing in comparison to his spontenaeity, and while you don't see him much differently after he opens up, you realise that Hobie is one hell of a person. He's your person, (as much as he denies being confined to anyone or anything.)

And he's not afraid to involve you. Whenever you're in his universe, he takes you places like you're a tourist, no matter how used to the area you are. Hobie isn't exactly the most informative tour guide (and he takes any opportunity to bash corrupt political figures and tag up their campaigns), but it's the thought that counts. He loves showing you the little untouched nooks and lesser-known streets, hopping fences and swinging you over barbed wire to show you the real Camden. The culture, history, people — it's all Hobie. He lives in Camden, through Camden, and he wants to share it with you. No authority could ever supercede that.

What he also lives through is the punk scene. If it isn't obvious from his appearance already, he's always jamming on his guitar. If you ask what he's playing, he says he doesn't know yet. He's always coming up with something new; it's like there's an itch he needs to scratch whenever a new sound comes into his head, whether he's humming it, tapping it or strumming it on his guitar.

And he's good at it, his fingers gliding over the strings like it's a language he's fluent in, playing a half-formed chorus with shouty lyrics that don't exist but you can already hear (probably something to do with rebellion.) You like listening to him play, that familiar, addictive feeling coursing through you, the vibrations of the guitar never ceasing to strike you with awe. You wonder what it's like to hear him play at an actual gig (you'll find out soon when he sneaks you out for one; you won't be disappointed.) It's one of many things to admire about him. What he won't admit is that, more often than not, he's playing for you. Even if you're not exchanging words, the glances and music between you make the unfinished feel whole.

The man loves his guitar too. If he loves anything in this world, it's you, sure, but his guitar is also up there (can you blame him?) If he's not playing he's always idly tracing the stickers with his fingers, re-tuning it, whatever. It's a damn cool guitar, but a part of you might just be a little jealous of the musical instrument that's basically a part of him at this point.

That is, until the two of you are getting caught onto. Your more-than-friends relationship is pretty obvious, but when it starts interrupting with Hobie's Spider-society "duties", among his other anti-society antics, the both of you have the potential to fall into big trouble. It's not like he cares – leaving was in the back of his mind from the start, and it only fuels your bickering and crude gossip. Whatever happens, you know you've got Hobie, even if an entire multiverse of Spider-people actively reject you. You don't need to belong anything, nobody really does, he keeps telling you, but you're sure that if there's nothing else, you belong with him. You two against the world, so to speak. And your previous jealously completely fades when Hobie says something to you: you were both in an alley, hiding during a mission you weren't supposed to be on.

"You think they'll kill you for it?" you asked him jokingly, building up the mirth of the conversation as usual.

"If they kill me," Hobie starts, donning a sarcastic grin. "I want you to have my guitar."

It seems guitar lessons are an added bonus to your relationship — right after hiding from Miguel and Jessica, of course.

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thanks for reading my self-indulgent rant lol. asks are open but not taking requests atm. feel free to comment (tho can't reply rip) love ya have a good one — if u liked this reblogs r appreciated <3

read the rest of my atsv headcanons here!

[vodkalcoholic]

₍₍⁠ ⁠ 🩶 ◝ TUMBLR INTRO ◟⁠ 🪽  ⁠⁾⁠⁾

🦴 # Vodkalcoholic 🥃

🪦 Rebecca or Emory

▫️She Her or He him

゜ France ,, FR;ENG 🥖 🥐 🇨🇵 🧀 🐀

▫️Seventeen ,, August 27th

゜ Schizophrenia , Autism , depression & Social Anxiety (diagnosed for all of them) 📝

!! Suicidal and Homicidal (in therapy so don't worry about it , i'm doing better 🫂 if you also suffer from Homicidal thought please reach out to someone ♡) !!

.· . ; Interests ⋆.°

What I listen to ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ་༘

Nine inch nails , KMFDM , Powerman 5000 , Mayhem , Burzum , Darkthrone , Satyricon Dissection , Mütiilation , Bathory , Emperor , Hypocrisy , The Cure , Type O Negative , Siouxsie And The Banshees , KoRn , Limp Bizkit , System of a Down , B.S.o.D , Sigfrid , Këkht Aräkh , Slipknot , Megadeth , Metallica , BONES , Rob Zombie , Gorgoroth , Alcest , Gojira , Anorexia Nervosa , Psychonaut 4 , Lifelover , Coal Chamber , Murderdolls , Blod Besvimelse , Ramones , Rammstein , Godsmack , Static-X , Bad Religion , Skindred , KiTTie , Venom , Marilyn Manson , Jack Off Jill , Chelsea Grin , Cannibal Corpse , Oomph! , Gris..

Hobbies ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ་༘

▫️Drawing (I draw Gore , my OCs and some tcc stuff) Writing (even tho i have dyslexia) , Collecting Vinyls and CDs , Watching icebergs videos when i have time

Fav TCC case . ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ་༘

▫️Kip Kinkel , Eric Harris & Dylan Klebold , Jeffrey Dahmer , Igor Suprunyuk & Viktor Sayenko , Brenda Ann Spencer , ilnaz galyaviev , Anton Lundin Pettersson , Timur Bekmansurov , Adam lanza

Random . ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ་༘

Digital , Traditional & Blood art request are all allowed , i'm a really chill person honestly I don't care if you're New in tc or nah we're all homies here , if you don't like my page or my art feel free to block me , also feel free to dm me I won't bite ! I'm mentally ill (french) I KNOW. I like green.. hmm green.. ALSO I only make tc Fanarts or things a bit "related" to it like DUCK! tchm, Elephant , Zero Day..

Alright bye , Au-revoir !!!

No dni as long as you're chill.

[mobgoblin]

As someone who has steadily kept up on almost all Watcher shows and side projects, this backlash really does come down to how out of touch the guys have become, even before making Friday’s announcement.

Ryan and Shane (certainly the biggest draw to the channel) got their start with lower-brow, boyish humor and riffing off each other. Can’t forget the capitalism-critical and “power to the underdog” attitude that resonated with so many fans early on either. Now though, if you watch/listen to Pod Watcher, it’s hard to overlook just how unrelatable they’ve become in recent years. Which is whatever—it’s not like we only consume media in order to intimately relate to hosts/characters—but it does mean they’ve lost something integral from the charm that netted them their initial success.

To add. If you watched their latest season of Too Many Spirits, they weren’t even funny, just trashed and off-putting, lol. Frat-style drinking by a backyard pool and Ryan overhand throwing bones at a neighbor’s dog for barking.

Maybe not as bad for Shane, but the egos have really grown uncomfortably outsized. And at some point I got tired of watching videos based around lavish over-indulgence. Even if Steven’s videos cost less to produce than Ghost Files (I assume), they clearly rub viewers the wrong way on principle alone.

All in all, and not to minimize their hard work in getting out the content that they do, I think the Watcher guys should’ve been much more careful in considering this move and its rollout.

For years, I’ve maintained a Patreon subscription to a separate and unrelated funny-guy trio (for the same monthly price Watcher Streaming is now asking). However. The group I subscribe to is more than situationally-funny-sometimes, and always come across as grounded, emotionally intelligent, and likable people. Which makes me want to see them succeed and help how I can (though I would still be able to access 95% of their content even without subscribing).

So yeah, idk. Steven Lim driving a Tesla and wanting a second one or whatever is kind of just the tip of the iceberg.

[fantasy-relax]

Please just love her

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Maybe I will write faster if someone draw some of their favorite scenes. Anyway there you go @crispyfriedchikem with your favorite Spices.

"Could you tell me how we ended up together?"

Yes Bela tell them the beautiful way of how you ended together. Afterall you know how much they love fairytales.

"I'll tell you after eating, okay?"

"Okay sweetheart."

The comforting smile you sent her before she left the room only fueled her guilt.

What was she going to tell you?

While she continued preparing the food, she planned what she was going to tell you.

She needed help at the council and you eagerly offered for a distraction.

You were willing to kill yourself working and she took advantage of that.

Over time the two began to get closer and became friends.

She was hungry for attention and clung to you like a leech.

You helped repair her relationship with Daniela.

What do you think Daniela is going to do after she finds out what you've done to her best friend?

You helped her recover something very important to her.

Just something?  Are you afraid that they will treat you like crazy if you tell her the truth or do you just want to see how much you can hide?

You were a pillar of strength while she recovered from a...

Accident?

Mental breakdown?

Emotional breakdown?

From a mental breakdown due to the stress of her position as president and her poor relationship with her family.

Well! You listen to me when it suits you!

And one day she confessed to you, you accepted and they became a couple.

Hilarious like you arent a coward.

After a year together they made the extreme decision to get married.

Like every fairytale. Hey, where is the dragon?

Her mother didn't approve of you, and she didn't want to damage her relationship with her - with Daniela.

There's the dragon! But don't you forget someone?  What now you're the one who has amnesia?

So they got married secretly.

And the papers?  Oh, true!  They do not exist!  Like this relationship.

They decided to take a year to travel, a honeymoon.

Don't you also want to tell them about your passionate wedding night together?

And your accident happened.

And your miracle happened.

Yes, that will be the story.

You will be trapped in the iceberg of your lies in the ninth circle of hell.

Turning off the stove, she went to look for you in the room only to find you sleeping with the television on, seeing the calm on your face, memories of other nights returned to her mind.

It was two in the morning and Bela was woken up by your sobbing.  Quickly getting up from her bed, she approached your body that was wrapped in the sheet.

"Don't leave me, I'll be better, don't leave me, please "

You couldn't find peace even in your dreams.

Bela knew about your nightmares, Angie and Daniela had told her that after the fourth month that Cassandra was gone you started having nightmares that left you emotionally destroyed.  To the point that you preferred to avoid sleeping by drinking energy drinks, spending the nights studying or working in order to keep your mind busy.

Bela knows that she shouldn't, that it's not her place but your crying broke the heart that you had given her back.  She delicately sat on the bed and held you in her arms, ignoring the satisfaction it gave her to feel how you clung to her.  Singing softly she caressed your back, she didn't stop even after your crying stopped and your breathing calmed down, she continued until sleep overcame her.

Without your memories, will you have nightmares again?  Will your subconscious give you fragments of your life back through dreams?

Looking at the clock she decided to take the opportunity to take a bath.

It's not like they can leave.  You are the only person they know here.

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Are you sure Miranda returned your heart?

...

I mean, you have to admit, this isn't something someone who claims to love her family would do.

...

Not only are you betraying Cassandra, do you remember what Daniela asked of you?

...

'Take care of them, Bela.'

...I'm doing that.

By lying?

They said they didn't want to know anything about theater!

I didn't mean that and you know it.

...it just slip.

Did it just slip?  You could have told the truth but you continued to lie and continue to do so.

...I do it for them.

For them?  You can't lie to me.  I am you.  At least the part that still has morals.  You took advantage, saw that they were vulnerable and sank your fangs without thinking.

...

Cry all you want.

...

We both know you would do it again.

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"Mc, Mc wake up, you must eat"

"Mmm? Oh, if when I wake up the first thing I see is you, I'll look forward to it every morning."

You loved how the slightest compliment turned your Romanian goddess red.  She looked so cute.  Maybe you didn't remember her but there was an undeniable warmth in your chest every time you looked at her and peace wrapped around you like a blanket when you were close to her.

What else could it be but love?

"Mc, hurry up, I'm hungry"

"I'm going I'm going"

On the way to the kitchen you noticed the tension in her shoulders but before you could do anything, she spoke first.

"The doctor said to start with light, easy-to-digest food." She moved the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You obeyed without hesitation.

Seeing the plate on the table, you felt nostalgic without knowing why.

Soup.

Maybe your beloved cooked often?

Taking a bite, a satisfied moan came out without you realizing it.

Delicious!

"You know how to cook, you are very capable and gentle and you can carry me without difficulty, I won the lottery with you without a doubt."

The blonde was covering her face with her napkin but you could see how red she had turned at your words.

"Thank you"

They ate in comfortable silence.  When finished, the blonde commanded you to sit in the living room while she cleaned.  God you couldn't wait for your arm to heal so you could help her you didn't want to be a burden on her.  Sitting next to you, the tension in her shoulders had returned. She took a deep breath before she spoke.

"As you already know, we met while you were touring the clubs, the student council caught your attention and you decided to join. We worked together a lot of the time and we became friends, you invited me to your movie nights and you helped me little by little repair my relationship with Daniela. "

"Were you on bad terms?"

"The relationship with my family... It's complicated, I can't even refer to my mother as such. I prefer to call her by her name. Daniela and I grew up together but after I went to school and then to university without her our relationship foundered ...And my other sister... I prefer not to talk about that."

A slight pain came from your chest but you ignored it, placing your good hand over the one of the blonde who had lowered her head, you gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad I helped you with Daniela, family should stay together above all else"

You'll know.

Bela didn't look at you but she squeezed back.

"Someone stole something very important to me and you helped me get it back, I sounded like a crazy woman and you still believed me, after that the stress of everything caused me a mental and emotional breakdown, I was a mess."

You stopped breathing for a moment when Bela finally raised her face and you could see in her eyes a sea of ​​emotions, there was love, adoration, gratitude, there were so many that you felt like you were drowning in them.

"And you stayed with me despite everything...How could I not fall in love with you?"

Her voice broke on the last sentence, the blonde let go of your hand to cover her face as if loving you was a sin she couldn't help but commit. Is her family homophobic or extremely religious?

"Bela.."

With her face covered she continued talking but her voice sounded distant... as if she were reading a script.

"You accepted my confession, we had barely dated for a year when we decided to get married, my mother didn't approve of you and my relationship with Daniela was barely improving, so we got married in secret, we left school to travel for a year, you had your accident and here we are"

The Romanian woman refused to lift her head or reveal her face.

"Bela"

Silence

"Bela look at me please"

She did and your heart broke in your chest as you saw the misery, guilt and pain on her face, you gently wiped away her tears and left your hand on her cheek.

"Nothing that happened to me was your fault."

The storm in her eyes only grew worse. And you knew that saying it next would only intensify it but you had to get rid of that doubt before continuing with this.

"I know this is difficult for you, however I must ask... If the love I felt for you does not return, if my heart chooses someone else, would you let me go?"

The anguish in the blonde's eyes devoured you, she closed them for a few seconds before opening them full of resignation.

"If that's what you want, yes"

Something told you that she would keep her word even though the fact ripped her heart out. You sighed with relief, that thought not leave you alone for second.

"Thank you, Bela."

You let go of her to stand up and grab the controller just to settle back down on the couch, motioning with your hand for her to lie down on your lap. The blue-eyed girl looked at you with confusion but she followed your orders like a puppy. You stroked her hair.

"How lucky that you are so easy to love"

Bela looked at you with surprise.

"I don't love you yet but what I feel in my chest can easily become love"

She got up enough to hug your torso, you suppressed the gesture of pain that the sudden action caused you. Her eyes shone with hope, leaning down a little you kissed her forehead and pushed her away, she relented and lay back down on your lap.

"Rest my dear, you have done enough for today"

Yes, falling in love with Bela was going to be something easy.

You were already halfway there after all.

[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 3

Tag list cap is 20.

Also guys, this part is going to hurt. A lot. I’m sorry.

Part 1  Part 2

*

“You come to a clearing,” Eddie said. “It’s small mostly surrounded by trees. To your right you can see the beginnings of a mountain path. Everybody make a listen check.”

Everyone but Steve rolled low to mid-range. He rolled a natural twenty. Eddie tore off a piece of paper and jotted down a note. He handed it to Steve. He lets him take time to read the note.

“So what are you going to do, Steve?” Eddie asked after a moment.

“Can I tell how many there are?” Steve replied.

“Roll for a knowledge forestry check,” Eddie said.

Steve rolled and it was a fifteen. “Fifteen plus...two. So seventeen.”

Eddie smiled. “You can’t tell for sure but there are more of them then there are of the party.”

Steve frowned. He looked down at his character sheet. “I run screaming from the clearing, banging my shield to draw them off.”

“There is a snarling gasp as a pack of wolves come out of the trees to chase Steve. Roll for initiative.”

“Steve!” Lucas yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Yeah,” Erica protested. “You can’t just take them out on your own.”

“Your character might die,” Will told him.

“Screw his character dying,” Mike hissed. “If we don’t get in on the battle, we don’t get the XP or any of the loot.”

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You told me to do what I would do in any given situation. This is what I would do. To save the party.”

He looked down at his hands.

“But not like this, dude!” Dustin protested.

Steve looked up at him and said, deadpan, “I know it’s what I would do because I’ve done it.”

Dustin was suddenly on his feet. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking go there man. It’s only a game. You can’t do it. Not like this. Not again.”

Eddie held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa!” Everyone turned to look at him. “It appears I’ve accidentally sent off a landmine here. So why don’t we take a break. Cool our heels for a bit. I’ll talk to Dustin and Steve separately and see if we can’t find a solution that doesn’t involve trauma mining.”

“Where should we go?” Dustin asked as the rest of the group filed out.

Steve cleared his throat. “The pool area has a small room to the side that we can go to.”

Eddie nodded. “Lead the way.”

Steve did.

“I’m going to talk to each of you separately and then together,” Eddie said once they got to the ‘viewing’ room. “Who wants to go first?”

Dustin and Steve looked at each other.

“He can go first,” Steve mumbled. “I need a smoke.”

Eddie and Dustin nodded.

Once Steve was firmly ensconced in a lounge chair, Eddie turned to Dustin. “What the honest fuck?”

So Dustin spilled the beans on the junkyard and the demodogs. And how Steve had locked them in the trailer so that he could lead the beasts away from the kids.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “That would have been nice to know. You guys are going to have to sit me down and tell me everything you have gone through, because I am serious about the trauma mining. Because there is a difference between me discussing it with you before hand and you guys being prepared emotionally for it and what just happened just now.”

Dustin nodded.

“Go get Steve,” Eddie said, cocking his head at the door to the outdoor pool.

Dustin got up and shuffled outside. Eddie watched as they exchanged words and then hugged. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t have to broker a truce between them.

Steve opened the door. “I didn’t mean to ruin the game. Session. Whatever.”

Eddie stood up and took Steve’s hand, leading him over to the sofa. He sat down and tugged on his hand to get Steve to sit, too.

Steve sat down, but didn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Eddie gave it a squeeze.

“You didn’t ruin anything, I did,” he said softly. “But only because you guys have only told me the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what you all have been through. And frankly I’m amazed any of you are still sane at this point.”

Steve chuckled. “I don’t think I ever was.”

Eddie started rubbing Steve’s knuckles with his thumb. “The best people are always the least sane. Look at me!”

Steve really laughed.

“But I think we leaned a little too far into doing what you would do,” he continued. “I understand that you want to protect them, but these aren’t the kids. These are trained adventurers. We have a wizard, a ranger, a paladin, a druid, a fighter, and barbarian, that’s you.”

Steve nodded. “It’s just I have a hard time imagining it, I guess. I see those faces and I‒”

“Can’t help but want to protect them?” Eddie finished.

Steve hung his head. “Yeah. I know it’s a game. But this time it just...fuck!”

“Trauma mined the wrong scar,” he finished again. He reached up to cup Steve’s cheek.

Steve leaned into Eddie’s touch and sighed. “Can we have a do over? Go back to before I fucked up?”

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing, baby. But let’s get Dustin in here before he freezes out there.”

Steve nodded, but he didn’t want Eddie to let of his cheek. He sighed when Eddie stood up and opened the door to call to Dustin.

Dustin came in and sat down next to Steve.

“Have we learned a valuable lesson about not telling your DM everything?” Eddie asked cheekily.

Dustin and Steve looked at each other and then nodded.

“Good.”

He led the way back to the group and everyone sat down.

“All right, everyone had a chance to calm down?” Eddie asked.

He got a bunch of nods.

“So Steve has asked for a do-over,” he continued. “His mom instinct took over and forgot he was traveling with adventures and not his kids.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll try to treat your characters like I treat Eddie or Robin or Nance or even Jonathan and Argyle. You know, adults. But I’ll mess up sometimes. So just tell me, don’t yell at me. Or I will stop.”

The kids looked at each other and all nodded in agreement.

“All right-y,” Eddie said rubbing his hands together gleefully. “What do you want to do, Ser Stephan?”

“Hey, guys,” Steve said to the party, “you know how the woods only get quiet when there’s a predator around?”

“Everyone roll knowledge forestry checks,” Eddie said.

This time the game proceeded as normal. The party did the smart thing and slowly backed out of the clearing.

They still had to fight some of the wolves but it wasn’t the whole pack, so everyone survived.

When they were done for the night and began to divide up the loot and hand out XP, Will spoke up.

“While you and Dustin were talking to Eddie, me and the rest of talked.”

Steve looked over him. “What about?”

“We keep forgetting that you aren’t as well versed in this game as we are, and we reacted badly,” Lucas said.

“We spent so much time trying to get you to play with us,” Erica said, “that when you finally agree, we treat you like crap. And that’s not fair.”

“So we’re going to try and be better,” Mike said. “Because when you get into the game, it’s actually a lot of fun.”

Steve smiled. “I appreciate it, guys.”

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tag List: @itsfreakingbats @marvelousforlife @flanbott  @tauntedperfume @garden-of-gay @azure-and-gold

[dtmsrpfcringe]

You really are a dumb fuck, aren't you? You repeated exactly what I said, then told me I was wrong for saying what you parroted back to me. Living in your brain must be fucking insufferable.

Your own words were that they did not know each other ten years ago. Incorrect.

They have both said that they have known each other socially (i.e., friends) since 2001. They did not become close until they were in Good Omens. Yes, that is what I said. That's what you agreed to after I corrected your initial false statement. My god, little wonder you think this blog is a good idea when these are your thought processes.

Nothing else you said makes the slightest bit of sense. I can't even decipher the point of that word salad, and I am a teacher. Why would Michael use the names of the characters when he is talking about the show that the characters are in? What? You are reaching so hard that it is comical.

You are a class act making jokes about a congenital defect that kills newborn infants. Is that the kind of thing the mother of a newborn infant who claims to be a nurse would do? We have established that you are lying about both of those things. You are just an awful person. When it comes down to the real point of this blog, you don't care about the greater good of the fandom. You only want attention. You are shouting about a tiny corner of Tumblr that draws no attention to itself. You bring attention to it. You make it loud. Even when it disappears, you keep bringing it back. What's the real point here? You want attention for yourself. You want to be the hero in a war that doesn't exist.

Maybe you don't ship the hairband. Maybe you just have bad taste in music? I don't care. Either way, you have no place calling out anyone when you support those losers. They are the epitome of the scum of society. Actual misogynists. One of them even murdered someone while driving drunk. That is just the tip of the iceberg. But someone no one knows said something mean about Georgia Tennant on Tumblr? Someone suggests that two men who keep talking about having sex and being in love might be in love. Better clutch your pearls over that! Pathetic.

bae that isn’t what you said. You said they’ve been friends for almost 25 years. Do you write things and just fucking forget them? Or can you just not stop lying?

I can’t imagine being a teacher and just constantly being so goddamn wrong, I bet your students can’t stand you.

also saying you don’t have a brain isn’t making fun of a congenital defect babe. I’m neither lying about being a mom or healthcare professional. Most people I talk to pretty regularly here have seen my baby, and it would be pretty hard work to have an entire baby to…fake being a mom??? I’m not going to put my baby’s face on here to prove to someone like you that she’s real, and frankly I think it’s a little strange you wanna see that bad babe. Like? Your obsession with an internet stranger’s newborn (i guess infant now omfg) is kinda creepy.

As for my health certification, you don’t know shit actually. I busted my ass in high school to be licensed because of the people who helped me as a kid. Also I’m not a nurse😉 you are right about that. There’s more to healthcare than your RN and MDs lol. You seem like you’d yell at underpaid healthcare workers in the worst way possible.

you obviously did understand, but didn’t want to lick your wounds and slink into the corner.

btw this group absolutely does draw attention to yourself. I found these people by looking for cute Georgia and Anna stuff and finding hate and misogyny spread about them. As for Motley Crue, I hardly listen to them anymore, if literally ever. I haven’t posted anything about them in over a year and that is why I removed 2000 of my followers on instagram and made it private to have a personal acc. I just never bothered changing the username lol. So try again I guess.

Anyways here’s my daily reminder to you that David and Michael would be disgusted with you. Hope you have the day you deserve!

Keep sending these I think we’re falling in love boo🚨🔵🚨🔵

[olderthannetfic]

I feel like fandom activism has caused so, so many brains to rot.

How in the world is writing more fics featuring non-white characters going to show anything to the people behind End OTW Racism? And why in the world should I have an obligation to write it?

I write fics because I enjoy writing and immediately sharing with an audience, because I like characters someone else came up with, because constructing a little space for my creativity in fics gives me far less stress than thinking about creating original novels. It's not my job, and it's certainly not activism.

This idea that people should at least write one or two fics about characters of color because it shows they're not racist or because, somewhat, this stuff fights fandom racism, is absolutely unhinged.

I was in a fandom with a main character of color, and I had to leave because people were constantly at each other's throats and harassing one another because writing this character in any way would get you called a racist. He bottoms? Racist. He tops? Racist. He's described with his hair cut this way? Racist. He's vegetarian? Racist. He's not vegetarian? Racist. Literally you couldn't fucking win because the fandom split in two major groups at its beginning, and since then, if you write him in a certain way, you'll have one side accuse you of being racist, and if you write him this other way, it's gonna be the other side who accuses you! I got rape threats over this shit!

This is insanity! I work a shitload of hours a week and come to fandom to relax, reblog stupid posts, retweet porn drawings, listen to the worst Spotify playlists known to mankind, and share the fics I spend too much time working on.

Why the fuck should I treat fandom like it's a cause I should give my life to? I don't want to eat my vegetables because the vegetable you're presenting me with is unseasoned iceberg lettuce: it doesn't interest me, it doesn't have a flavor I'm seeking, and it holds no nutritional value whatsoever.

Stop pretending that things can be changed by writing more fics about that Star Wars character or that set of Marvel movies, because you know damn well they won't: you'll just get harassed more, and when you'll delete/orphan all your fics because just the idea of logging into Ao3 will make you want to anxiety puke, the people who supported all these movements will go to their Tumblrs and Twitters and whatever other socials the hip kids use and write shit like "Thank god that horrible racist left! People like them should never dare to write fics about POC ever again! Whoever harassed them out of the fandom did the right thing."

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[kaiserin-erzsebet]

podcast recs!

i'm not sure if you want to listen to any more history in your free time but there are two history podcast i really like:

> Geschichten aus der Geschichte - two historians telling each other a "story from history" every week - there are hundreds of episodes!

> Der Rest ist Geschichte - they focus on a specific topic every episode and look at it throughout history, and also draw connections to the present

if you like audio documentaries/features, I really like these podcast series:

> DLF Doku (formerly Freistil)

> Dok 5 - Das Feature

> WDR5 Tiefenblick

(there are many more like these, if this is something you like, let me know!)

then!

> Telephobia - it's a podcast with so far 8 episodes where the host accompanies people who need to make a long-overdue phoncall, really spectacular, a second season has already been announced!

lastly there's always "Domian" - a tv&radio call-in show which ran from 1995 to 2016 (it always aired live at night from 1-2am) where people called and talked about basically everything (predominant themes are: love, sexuality (notably a lot of queer-relating topics which were still kind of taboo elsewhere in the 90s and early 00s!), family, politics, illness, pop culture, life decisions etc etc) — one "episode" lasts 1 hour and most calls last 5-10 mins, i'd say you'll find 95% of the episodes online so you'll never run out of these (domianarchiv.de/youtube/spotify/...)

this is all just the tip of the iceberg of course, i'm not sure if you like true crime at all? or investigative research? or funny stuff? audio plays?!) if so lmk!

Thank you!

I'm a big fan of audio dramas, documentaries, and audio plays. I tend to like to put on something with a bit of a "plot" when I am cleaning the apartment because it helps me get through otherwise mundane or repetitive tasks.

I don't necessarily dislike True Crime (the Antenna Bayern series on Hinterkaifeck is quite good, at least until the episode with the psychic), but I feel like as a genre, I need to be in the right mood for it.

As a historian, I have sort of mixed feelings on history podcasts. If it is historians hosting it, I tend to like it. But more "pop history" stuff tends to have the opposite effect because I end up wanting to correct it (which doesn't really work for trying to take a break from research)

[twinkskeletons]

for the artist asks: 2, 4, 23!

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

hmm definitely my two pw comics, true blue magic and to you <- even if some panels get kind of rough at the end of to you loll

was super proud of this one at the time i finished and think it still looks pretty good :3

more peterickkk i think it’s a little sloppy but overall i still like it i think the concept is cute and idk. there r just little parts i like

got to include these.. anatomy is a bit off in parts but the amount of effort i put into them.. still very proud of it :]

honourable mention to bubbline p2 + posito.. also ones that i really loved 4 a while <3

4. Favourite things to draw?

well i think that’s pretty clear patrick + p2 forever o7

outside of that other things i like to draw are animals ummm cartoony blood and idk if i enjoy the actual process but i find it very satisfying to finish objects with a lot of detail like phones, tech in general, guitars, a decent shoe.. or like replicating a poster or album cover in the background of a bigger drawing usually lineless bc it’s not a major focus i find that fun

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what's your favourite?

youtube video essays save me.. jenny nicholson is my number one i used the new starcruiser vid to finally make some progress on this zine page that’s been preventing me from drawing anything else all month -_-

also enjoy some more news, hbomberguy (roblox oof + vaccines), shaun (harry potter and the bell curve), mic the snare (glee, maroon 5 and ajr ddds), folding ideas (flat earth + line goes up) + the occasional iceberg video and since there’s a new munecat i will probably be using that next i remember her sovereign citizen video being good 👍

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

okay but hold me like you scared to sounds so good already (they all sound so good tbh but this one piqued my interest lol) what's it about? and for the fanfic questions 32, 50 and J :))

@frappe-the-peppermint WE GOT ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ahem oh wow who said that. anyway ill do the questions first then get into fic discussion…

32) Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

i listen to SO MUCH MUSIC!!!!! it depends on what im wrting tbh but i just queue up a bunch of songs in my liked playlist and write and write until it ends or im no longer on that flow. and well my music taste is an absolute mess so there isnt any one definitive band or genre that does it for me (i only pay attention Sometimes) but i suppose artists like mitski and queen would be a decent summary of my taste 😅

50) How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

gravity falls, no stop. the first one that ever piqued my interest was versability (originally on ff.net me thinks) and god damn it HOOKED ME!!!! gravity falls was already getting me up but wow that just got me SO MUCH HIGHER. i have a few authors i started binge reading like thesnadger and pinesinthewoods, i started extracting fics from reccs from tumblr artists, soon discovered ao3, and never looked back. and as for writing fic,,,,, well frankly it was the search for the cure’s original form that got me GOING!!!! it originally had crappy ocs as the forefronters but i soon changed that lmao (im definitely not saying theyre bad in general, just those… no) and i wrote So Much For It on my notes app. i didnt realize i culd actually show people until way later, in which i did, and realized that it could actually be better. thats why i reversed back to part one, made the story a part two, scapped the ocs, and…now we’re here. i still love it and gravity falls, i dont really show it here anymore. i really should, man. i need to write for them again!!!! it still excites me!!!! and the prose that im weaving now,,,, id DEMOLISH THE GAME!!!!!!! :)

J) what your favorite fanfic trope? have you written it?

honestly i think just showing you my favorted ao3 tags will paint a very detailed picture. here:

though i suppose if i had to pick one here…god its between time loop and presumed dead (and grief/moruning but idk if thats a trope so much as it is a theme). MMMMMMMM. mmmmm. just YES. the psychological affects of both being a time loop and thinking someone you love is dead but they arent actually are DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!!! they are a MUST HAVE. i daydream constantly, but i havent written time loop yet because while i love it, i havent hadthe motive to write such a thing myself. reading is chill ✊ and presumed dead well i try to throw it is as much as i can, the most recent ive used being a west end town and my favorite being that one kid from jersey ! i need to do more of these fr. its just so GOOD!!!!!!

okay. its finally time for the brainwashing discussing of the fic ! i can tell you alllll about that story and it will be my pleasure sonny 🫡 its a very long story. but short verison in case you dont want to go on: its a Titanic epic . april 1912. iceberg. ive read a few that are AMAZING, but i wanted to write one that catered it allll to Me. it has lesbians, heaven sucking ass, flood parallels, and a king of the world AND draw me like one of your french girls scene. very nice 🔥

okay now its time for the long story. so a super super long time ago for a post i cant even remember (i really wanna find it 😭😭) i for someone reason went on a tangent about the titanic. i had just read this fic called sinking into the sea which was tbh VERY GOOD (and i would read it again fr fr ) but at the time, i was kinda bummed that aziraphale and crowley never actually Interacted when i had expected. aziraphale didnt even know crowley was there!!! it left me feeling melancholy, and realizing that all of the titanic fics ive ate up to that point didnt HIT hit the spot (i didnt find this after this realization, but again, theyre not even on the boat 🤧) so i was feeling a bit incomplete. i started ranting and ranting it was a wholeee wall of a text of what I would do with a titanic story and i realized oh wait i can Do Something with this because i haev free will and actual (somewhat) coherent skill. pepper jumped on the wagon, REALLY REALLY encouraged which i cant thank enough for, and….we’re here. its brewing. i had a very large interest in the titanic for a long time before this tbh, so being able to insert it into The Interest just JUMPSTARTED my brain and it still does to this day. now for the plot….

its 2020, a year after the apocalypse (no pandemic). anathema, newt, brian, crowley, and aziraphale have been assigned to plan adam’s 12th birthday party—they shenanigan, as you do. on the day of the party (adam’s birthday) anathema and newt find a chest in jasmine cottage’s attic full of titanic relics, including a pack of polaroid photos (handheld cameras did indeed exist in 1912, i checked !) which kinda might sort of have a photo of aziraphale and crowley!?!?! it was sent to them about six months before. but after the whole Second Volume fiasco, anathema just sort of wrote it off in that way and Hid It. but newt was curious, he found it, and god it was writtent his way wasnt it. (well, not by the nutter they were thinking of actually). anathema confronts them about itsoon after, and they all sit down to hear the story of the titanic in a sort of rose dawson beat. then its 1912—50ish years since the holy water incident and almost a century since the resurrectionists disaster. aziraphale has been assigned to take this trip to new york for Some Reason (we found out why later) and happened to invite crowley to come along to attempt to make amends after Allat (he really does feel bad, but he will NOT do the holy water thing yet </3) shit occurs, but history atlarge will not be rewritten. it does change their story, though. adding a sprinkle of interest in the device family line. agnes prophec(y)(ies), dancing on deck under the stars, playing cards with humans and winning by a Lot, aziraphale’s artistic skills are put to use at one point—ughghgufhits just so DEAR TO ME!!!!! and of course the conflict will come later, especially considering the religious connections to the titanic sinking—“not even God can sink this ship” type conversation 🥰 aziraphale can and will be made uncomfortable. its for the character development dont worry about it. i even have a playlist for this fic (it sorted by the way the tone shifts thru the story, some songs are silly but they had to stay). pep has also made some song covers to some of the songs that ive heavily connected to the fic and I REALLY FUCKING LIKED. LIKE A LOT. THEYRE AMAZING YOU SHOULD LISTEN IF YOU WANT TO!!!!

the point of all this is that i like titanic fics and im trying to throw my hat in the ring even if its just for me and my friend 🔥🔥 because while others have fed me, i havent seen ones that have documented like Every Single Day on the titanic that aziraphale and crowley would theoretically have as well as developing aziraphale and crowley’s relationship while taking into account whats happened before (insert the story into a part of the timeline seamlessly i think thats how i’d describe) AS WELL AS connecting the reason why the titanic was such a freak tragedy and how the world is not fucking fair instead of just “oh whoops the thing sank 😞” i want NITTY GRITTY DETAIL!!!!!! I WANT GUILT!!!!!!! I WANT CHAOS!!!!!!!! I WANT TALKING ABOUT GOD!!!!!!! I WANT AZIRAPHALE IN A MENTAL CRISIS!!!!! I WANT CROWLEY JUST WANTING TO FUCKING LIVE FUCKING PEACEFULLY!!!!!!! I WANT LESBIANS!!!!!! i need to get on this,,,, so much to do. i love it all and TY FOR THE ASK!!!!

[fanficwriter284]

can you do a fic (teenager chiffany) where they get caught by their parents, doing that... yk

Hi there anon and since they’re underaged um…it might not be to the extent you want it…BUT Sure…Also FYI Chucky’s abusive parents died when he was 11 so these parents are his adoptive/foster parents. Mary is his adoptive mom and Liam is his foster dad. Okay, we cool!? Sorry it's a tad bit short, it's been a while since I've written. Hope ya like it anon!!!

A shy crescent was beginning to glow, over Hackensack, home to Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt or more commonly known by his American name Charles Lee Ray and his now girlfriend Tiffany Delilah Valentine. The young 17 year olds had sat both with their tender fingers interlocking, and Tiffany’s leaning into Chuck’s slender torso. Tonight the young witty couple relaxed in Chucky’s bedroom since his parents had been out late watching a movie. Chucky hung his head as he listened to the wind's howling whisps, meanwhile the gothic blonde fiddled aimlessly with his twisted locks, gently wrapping a stray strand around her finger. The two teens simply enjoyed the others' silent company. All till Tiffany gave a gentle squeeze on her boyfriend's thigh drawing the brunette's attention.

“Hm?” he mumbled, cracking one eye open to see what Tiffany had been up to. 

Tiffany smiled looking up at him, now tracing his jawline with one of her sharpened nails, grinning seeing that Chucky allowed it even leaning further into her grasp. Slowly she cupped the side of his cheek, her touch gentle and full of loving warmth grazing against his slightly heating face. Slowly she pulled him closer, his iceberg's iris locking with her coffee brown ones with the two both instinctively shutting them as their lips touched. Their kiss tender at first with Chucky gradually pulling Tiffany closer and closer to him till there was nothing between them and Tiffany wrapping her limbs around his necks. The tenderness of the kiss soon exchanged for that of adrenaline passion, the two teens now wanting nothing more than to be closer pulling and grabbing each other tighter and tighter. Tiffany’s nails now digging into her boyfriend's scalp the pain of a radiating sting growing more and more prominent that Chucky ignored and grew to love the sensation of, and Chucky’s grabbing at Tiffany’s curved hips and torso, the two soon found their themselves pinned against the wall both longing for the each others touch.

However unbeknownst to the couple Charles' parents had returned home early from the movie, their car pulling into their driveway. Mary, Chucky’s adoptive mom had stepped out the vehicle reaching into her purse searching for the house keys.

“Oh don’t worry Mary I got em. You think Chuck’s gonna be happy we stopped to get him some pizza?” Liam, Mary’s boyfriend and Chucky's Foster father grinning wide as he unlocked the house carrying the fresh pizza. However much to his surprise the house was silent, curious he ventured upstairs to see what his son was up too.

“Hey sport your mom and I—” Liam could feel his jaw drop and his body cement to the ground in shock and absolute horror. Quickly the man averted his eyes and slammed the door shut and rushed downstairs to compose himself. 

Chucky swung his head up instantly his eyes widening, “shit”

Tiffany’s face flushed red as she sat up fixing her messy hair.

“T–Tiff you gotta go…Now” Chucky whispered, opening the window.

The blonde gave a silent apologetic nod before climbing out and sliding down a lonely tree that stood outside Chucky’ window.

…

“So was he happy about the pizza?” Mary questioned her native smile, contracting Liams look. Her look faded instantly seeing Liam's face twisting into one of concern.

“What’s wrong? Is Chucky okay?” she questioned

“He’s in great health….” Liam utterly lacked what to say, his mind still trying to figure out what he had just seen.

“Then what's wrong?”

“U–m M–Mary….C–Chuck was…having….well….he fully clothed if it makes you feel better”

The bright hue of Mary’s face drained as her eyes widened with each word Liam said.

“What”

…

After what felt like hours the couple finally managed to process their situation.

“I–I’ll go talk with him…I was his age once…I know what it’s like…” 

Mary nodded as she ran a hand through her long chestnut locks wishing she was dreaming.

Liam made his way upstairs, this time knocking on his foster son's door. “Hey Chuck”

“Go away Liam” Chuck retorted from the corner of his room his face buried in his pillow.

“I think we both know I can’t do that” he spoke softly, twisting the doorknob and setting into Chuck’s room. Quietly he stepped inside and sat himself beside Chuck.

“Look…Chucky…I know you’re growing up and things are changing with you” Liam pressed, his palms sweating at his discomfort from having the conversation.

Chucky only dug his head further into the pillow clenching his teeth, feeling his body tense in discomfort.

“A–And I know…you’re to want to…try new things…l–like you did tonight but it’s important that you do them in a safe and protected way….”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DAD PLEASE STOP” Chucky blurted tossing the covers off him.

Liam froze his lips tightening as he listened to Chucky and the word he used…Dad.

“I’M SURE IN THE FUTURE I’LL BE "THANKFUL" FOR THIS ADVICE BUT RIGHT NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” Chucky yelled his face flushed with redness and embarrassment.

Liam backed off giving a slight nod, “Alright…I’ll give you space” he relented leaving the teens bedroom.

[atinyladybug-art]

Me, putting Abirt aside to draw Iceberg as the braincells demand: One second, Thing. The God Of Your Existence needs to listen to the hyperfixiation for one second and draw Iceberg.

Abirt: YOU PUT ABIRT AWAY? YOU PUT ABIRT AWAY IN A DRAWER LIKE A FRESHLY WASHED SOCK? CONTAINMENT! CONTAINMENT TO THE CREATOR FOR ONE BILLION YEARS

[hatchetmanofficial]

Is there any songs that you listen to when writing for certain characters? Cause I've been playing Hozier - It Will Come Back, as background music while playing since it just fits Alan so good.

I rarely listen to music while i write/draw, i feel like it distracts me more

I listen to 3+ hours of iceberg videos or essays