#love that big ol noggin

[lysspossum]

I love bullies

[houseofwolvess]

i hate how short dogs live in comparison to humans

[whysamwhy123]

Never got around to doing this before, so fuck it, I'll do it now!

WriteSamWrite - Works | Archive of Our Own

You can find all of my fics here (you need an account to read 'em because that's just how I roll) I tend to jump from pairing to pairing without warning, with a lot of rarepairs mixed in between. Nowadays, I mostly write OrangeHook, but there's some Hookhausen there too, and a little bit of JungleHook and Dustjim. Oh, and I recently started a self-indulgent Ricky/Christian AU that I'm weirdly invested in, if that somehow interests y'all. I'm the slowest writer imaginable, but I'm steadily plucking away at a bunch of stuff right now, and while a lot of it is Weird, who knows, you just might find something that appeals to you!

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜

nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!

101 comment starters

ao3 floating comment box

kudos html

dont know how to comment? easy solutions

a quick hot guide to commenting (by yours truly)

an overall guide to appreciating fanfic writers

and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place

i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together

happy sharing and commenting 💜💜

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

MOOOREE SHAPES!!!!!!!!!

Since the last one was so fun I thought I would do another!

ASL shapes post

I’m begging and pleading you to look at Keep Reading 👇

Shape language is defined as “a concept used in art and animation to communicate meaning based on shapes we are familiar with” (source). This concept uses circles, triangles, and squares to convey an idea of the “personality” of the design without using any words.

In designs, using circles and rounded edges in your silhouette and detailing gives the design a soft and squishy look. They tend to be harmless, approachable, or changeable.

Designs using squares gives the design a solid, sturdy, and strong look. They are supportive, reliable, and inflexible

Lastly, triangle designs are sharp and directional. They are dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable.

Here are the main silhouettes I used! I'll just go down the list here since theres so many of them

(edit from me after writing all of this down: ✨Drinking game!✨ take a shot everytime i say either square or rectangle. You'll be dead by the end. Anyway, enjoy!)

⚔️: Even in his base design, Zoro is essentially a giant rectangle. He's stable, reliable, and supportive. but even though he is all that, i think he definately deserves some triangle imagry so i tried to squeak one in there.

🍊:Nami is her own breed of triangle. She's not unpredictable, per say,, just very very hostile. and I love her for that. but she is also very reliable, she has to be for her job. So i award her 2 triangles and a square

🌱: you may notice a trend by now that everyone has a square. that's because every one of the straw hats are all hella reliable, and thats not excluding Usopp. Even though he feels like he's not cut out for the awful situations he's often in, he somehow always squeezes by victorious. But also, he is friend shaped. so he gets 2 circles and a square.

🍳: Similarly to Zoro, Sanji is also just a gigantic square. His torso is the main box, but his les are always in a position of stability, closely resembling a square. But also, his head is soft and round, portraying his kindness. As such i award him with two squares and a box-y circle.

🩺: just.. i mean just look at any picture of base chopper. HES JUST A GIANT CIRCLE. He got a big ol' noggin, a round body, and two little stick legs. he deserves a square though, so I gave him a square for his feets.

🔎: Robin has the same shape layout as Sanji. She is also very reliable and very kind. where she differs though is that she still has so much mystery to her, that i still tried to incorporate triangles as smaller details in her design. Two rectangles, a circle, and many small triangles. She has the range.

🛠️:Franky is a gigantic square with almost no non-square angles to him. he has his shoulders, his glasses, and his crotch that are not quadrilateral and of course that signifies how reliable and stable he is. Cant knock this cat over. he gets 3 squares.

🎸: Brook was a bit hard to pick which shape would be his majority, so I didn't. He got all of them. He's polite and kind, but also mischievous and full of surprises. And of course. Square attributes. one square one circle and one triangle.

🌊: For Jinbe, I... yes, the guy is a gigantic square, but also he's just kinda always doin shit that I don't expect him to do, so i think he also deserves a triangle. I dont know how i would add a third shape in him since his gigantic square body takes up the majority of his figure, so i just used two. One square, and one triangle.

And that just about covers all of them! if you read all this, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings!

[yeyinde]

Dude your brain is so big, the concept of a druid/spring deity reader just casually kidnapping their baby daddy is so 😩 finger licking good

I’m such a sucker for dark reader

Also you’re right, Soap? Unbothered. Man is living his best life in this scenario, he wants you to use him ong

i sometimes like to strike my two brain cells together, like flint and pyrite, to spark some creativity from within this ol' noggin.

and same!! i really love oblivious, innocent reader. my corruption kink is astronomical, tbh. but sometimes i just crave a dangerous, deadly MC. they're so rare to find, and so hard to really nail down but i have this dreamy secret garden-esque vision of a soft, nymphlike reader standing by the edge of water with one of them just staring through the thicket, wolfish, and absolutely blind to the fact that the forest only moves when you do. that the "hunger" in your gaze isn't just marbled red with concupiscence, but rather a primordial ache in the pit of your belly. a gnawing, desperate to emptiness you're itching to fill. utterly famished for a taste.

(but they end up being too good in bed to eat)

and Soap hears "i was supposed to eat you, like a preying mantis or some sort of spider, perhaps a black widow or a jumping spider. you know, like sexual cannibalism to feed our young" and instead of running like anyone else would, he just takes it, puts it in his back pocket, and then you wake up the next morning to a bunch of bodies in your domain. he's practically force feeding you all the people he doesn't like from the village at this point. unbothered king. hungry? have the bishop. too full? no, no, no, birdy. you got to eat. his little babes need to grow big and strong, don't they? a menace. and now you're stuck with him.

[carry-the-sky]

go spin the wheel, see where it lands—

Here's the thing about time: it's always running out. He felt it even as a kid, this urgency moving through him, around him. Always just ahead. He'd catch up, if everything else would just slow the hell down. But there are rules, and rule number one is that time tends to be, well, linear. Directional. Things get a bit messy when it's not.

Four seconds. That was rule number two, and the consequences for breaking it are— bad. To put it lightly.

He doesn't exactly have a choice. Or, he does, but if it's between breaking the rules or not, watching everything he loves get ripped away or digging in, claws first— well. He knows a thing or two about fighting dirty.

So, no, it's not a choice. It's immutable, like gravity. Time. A strict progression from cause to effect.

Ekko breaks rule number two.

And the line becomes a circle.

.

He thinks it's a dream, the first time. What else would it be? She fell. She's gone.

She's here now, though. Whole and happy and here, running a hand through her chopped-short hair. That single streak of magenta hits him where it hurts, square in his chest. You can't feel pain in a dream, can you?

"You're back," she says, without looking up. She's lying on her stomach, sketchbook open, a whirling kaleidoscope of color on the page in front of her. "Took you long enough."

"Was I gone?" Ekko says.

She actually laughs at that, the sound filling up his ears, warm and bright. "Benzo was starting to worry, not that he'd ever admit it. Big ol' softie." Her hand flashes, chalk sticks arcing across the page. "You seem to have that effect on people."

He shakes his head. "I don't. I'm not—"

She scribbles faster, fingers stained pink and blue and every shade in between. "You know, for a smart guy, you're kinda dumb."

"Ouch."

"I still like you, though."

This is a nice dream. Maybe the only nice dream he'll have again.

"I miss you," he says, dredging the words up from some sunless space inside him. "I didn't tell you before."

Her hand slows to a stop. From where he's standing, Ekko can only see a few snatches of detail on the page; a fuchsia smile, twin blue braids.

"I'm right here, buster," she says, not looking up. Grinning softly at her hands. "Never left, actually."

The circle wobbles, shifts out of focus. Time and space folding in on each other like paper cranes.

When he blinks, Powder is gone.

.

Too late. It's always, always too late.

.

"It's you," she says, the next time.

They're somewhere green, somewhere he's never been. A part of the Undercity that doesn't exist where he's from, that never existed.

"Uh." He blinks against the sun. "It's me, yeah."

"Seriously?" Beside him on the lawn, she pops up on an elbow, scrutinizing him. "You still don't get what's happening? Sheesh, hopping dimensions really does do a number on the noggin."

Okay, this is a weird dream. Still, as long as he keeps her talking, as long as he has sun on his skin and grass beneath him, he doesn't really care. He'll take weird. He'll take whatever he can get.

"Noggin, right," he laughs. "Synapses. Drunk slugs."

Powder scrunches up her nose like she's trying not to laugh. "Alright, I give. If you wanna dance around the giant elephant in the room, be my guest." She turns her head into her arm, a shield from the sun. Between them, their hands brush in the grass, pinky fingers tangling together. "Next time, though."

Ekko hums, content. More than that— happy. Overflowing with it. Then he frowns. "Wait. Next time?"

Paper cranes, folding in and in and in.

"Dummy," he thinks he hears her say before she disappears.

.

"So when you said 'hopping dimensions', you meant—"

"Yeah."

"And that means—"

"Yeah."

Ekko spins in a circle, arms thrown out wide. "But— how? All of this, the lab, the tech— it shouldn't exist here. Heimerdinger made sure—"

"Hey, you're the genius," Powder says. "I just live here."

Four seconds. He lets it sink in for four seconds—she's whole, she's happy, she's here, at least in this tiny pocket of space and time—before he's crossing the space between them and pulling her into a bruising hug. Her breath puffs out in mild surprise, and then she's hugging him back, arms cinching tight around him. I won't forget this. But he's already started to. He drops his head to her shoulder, breathing her in, every tiny detail. He won't make the same mistake twice.

Her eyes are wet when they untangle. Ekko swipes at his cheek to find that his are, too.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry. I thought I saved you, but it wasn't— I wasn't—"

"Don't," she says fiercely. "Don't do that. Not with me, not here. I meant what I said, okay? You're a good one, Ekko. You don't give up on people. If I'm— if the other me is— then there was nothing you could've done to change it. That was always gonna be how the story ended."

The tears are a river, streaming salt down the slope of his nose and into his mouth. "I was too slow. I'm always too damn slow."

Powder's hands are on his face, her lips kissing the salt from his cheeks, his eyelids. "The boy savior," she murmurs. "It's not your job to save everyone, you know. But I love you for trying."

She's fading, or maybe he is. Time and space, a never-ending anomaly. But there are constants, too, things that keep the universe spinning. Rules worth breaking.

He feels it, this time. It's like someone's scooping out his insides, rearranging his atoms. Like he's being wiped clean, unmade. Hollowed out so that some other him can be stuffed into his skin. Four seconds is all it takes, or maybe four million.

I love you. I love you, too.

.

He tells her for real, when he sees her again.

"I know," she says, elbowing him in the ribs. Her cheeks are dusky-pink. "Following my lead, huh?"

He looks at her, really looks. Every detail; the dainty point of her chin and the dusting of freckles across her nose and her eyes, big and bright and blue.

"Always," he says.

.

Time and space. Paper cranes, folding and unfolding, creasing the lines of reality. Some rules can't be broken, but they can bend a little.

Here's one: when you die, you stay dead.

.

He must be dreaming. She's standing right in front of him, in this dimension, on this plane of existence, real and whole and here. Her hair is still short, all of it blue.

Four seconds. He holds his breath for four seconds, and then: "Jinx."

"Hey, buster," she says.

[slylock-syl]

2024 Art Summary + Special Mentions!~

What a crazy year! ✨ Finally got the merch store running, collabs hosted by the lovely Creator's Lounge, and got some plans for new surprise merch coming REALLY soon~

I've got a few things cooking in the ol' noggin, and a few big changes I've been considering, so we'll see what happens this coming year.

Here's to another year! May you all have a great 2025! :D

[polaroid-petals]

I love how writers and artists are just going crazy with their depictions of Stranger, and usually only Stranger. There's name variety, and he gets called Stranger, The Stranger, or STRANGER. He, they, maybe it. Obsessed with giving him a tail—fluffy, spade-headed, or otherwise. Sure, make him transparent and capable of phasing in and out of reality while we're at it. Litter him with scars. Glowing white eyelashes that put a drag queen to shame. Galaxy freckles. Give him digitigrade legs, big ole feral paws with claws for hands and feet, and fangs. Add pointed ears, maybe horns. Plop a thorned crown on his noggin. If you're brave, he becomes a feral little forest monster altogether. We're playing with him like he's a doll and we're his god picking out his mortal flesh suit.

[o-sunny-day]

Second big project I have in mind!!!

This ones been in the ol noggin for…flips through papers at least a year.

ILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTS

I really enjoy Flowey and Papyrus’ relationship, and honestly don’t find any interpretation of it as extremely offensive cause IT IS REALLY WEIRD Some people are like Forgettable AU and others are like Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach ITS QUITE A SPECTRUM- and those are my 2 favorite Undertale fan creations so YIPPEE!!! I do not support the creator of Flowey Is Not A Life Coach btw- i found out about their other fics like months after I finished it

I think this song does it justice in the VIBE and the constant “im your friend, but im not really your friend, well actually im your only friend” LIKE THATS SO THEM NO MATTER WHAT INTERPRETATION YOU FOLLOW

im definitely gonna TRY to make at least a whole storyboard/animatic (i have no problem showing the whole plan i had cause ITS DEFINITELY OUTDATED I MADE IT A YEAR AGOEDHHDSHB)

lastly, proof that I used to fucking love they might be giants (and still do) (and that i have been thinking about this with an undertale amv for a while)

[shadowhandss60]

Could you possibly share some of your favorite moments from cotg / any other spoilers? :) Thank you 🙏

🚫🚫There are so many good moments, a new comfort read for sure. Here’s a few out of context spoiler moments 🖤

Also, love that Percy is still our little skater boy, and we find out he’s got a big ole noggin for all that sarcasm since Annabeth’s cap doesn’t fit on the largest setting.

AND we get Percy’s reaction to Estelle and it’s just precious.

Percy saying he wants to leave this life with Annabeth. UGH. THE BLUEPRINT.

[ouijarat]

Too Weird To Love, Too Scared To Die

Chapter Two

(Chapter One here if you missed it >>>)

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“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” 

“Uh… making breakfast? Duh? What does it look like I’m doing? Aren’t really using that big brain of yours this morning, are ya, IQ?”

As memories of what he had done rushed back to him, Stanford stood there in the entryway, fists clenched and mouth opening and closing like a dead fish as his face turned red with fury upon resigning to the fact that this was, most likely, not a dream. Bill snapped his fingers and suddenly a gramophone nestled into the corner of the room sparked to life, a symphony of soft 1930s jazz hits cascading through the kitchen as the triangle hummed along. He unceremoniously poured the disgusting contents of the pan onto a plate before flicking his wrist to manifest a mug of black coffee (Ford’s favorite, he knew), delicately floating both dishes over to the table and snapping again to pull out a chair. “Sit,” the triangle said cheerfully, as though he were talking to a dog.

The scientist was filled with a burning hatred and fury like he’d never experienced before, unable to stop it from bubbling over like thoroughly shaken soda from an open can. On instinct alone he grabbed a knife from the block on the counter and hurled it at the triangle as hard as he could. The knife lodged itself into Bill’s exoskeleton, just to the right of his eye, only to immediately absorb itself into the surface of the creature’s face before disappearing into it entirely. The demon stood there for a moment, apathetically unfazed. He sighed, almost sounding disappointed.

 “And here I thought we could have a nice meal together.” 

Bill rolled his eye and snapped his fingers once more, an invisible force attaching itself to Ford and dragging him over to the table before pushing him down into the chair with a grunt from the scientist. Stanford seethed silently as he was forcibly glued to the seat, the hatred of a thousand suns burning behind his eyes as he glared at his former muse. His former sun and all its surrounding stars. “What is this place?” 

The demon floated over to the chair opposite Ford, plopping himself down only to realize he was far too short, only barely able to see over the table. He clapped his hands and summoned a booster seat beneath him, now eye level with his once devoted disciple that was currently glaring daggers at him.  “This, my big brained friend, is everything you’ve ever wanted!”

Ford blinked. “You’re insane.”

Bill blinked back. “...Stanford, we established this a while ago.”

The scientist’s face contorted in a harmony of anger and anguish. “You can’t possibly believe your little glorified prison will sway me into anything. You’ve already beaten me. You’ve taken everything from me. You won, Cipher. What more could you possibly want?” He spat. 

The demon scoffed, rolling his eye. “All I want is for my favorite little human to be happy!” He sing-songed, presumably in an attempt to keep things light hearted, yet he only really succeeded in being extremely unsettling. 

Stanford’s expression was blank as he felt bile rise in his throat and suddenly he found himself barking out a cruel, humorless laugh. “You can’t possibly be serious.” 

“Deathly,” Bill said, his exoskeleton flashing a blazing red and his voice distorting before he chuckled and went back to normal, as though nothing had happened. “I created this place for you based on all the information I collected from your ol’ noggin over the years! I thought of everything! I can give ya the grand tour after breakfast. Don’t you love it, Fordsy?” 

The triangle batted his absurdly long eyelashes, hopefully and eagerly waiting for Ford’s response, a reaction, anything, as though he expected something positive. As though he hadn’t just doomed his entire dimension, tortured and entrapped him and taken him away from his family. As though he hadn’t immediately ruined his life the second they met. The scientist’s reaction was not, surprise surprise, overwhelmingly positive. 

“I’d rather you have just killed me.” He seethed, expression twisting into one of disgust, snuffing out the hopeful, manic glint in Bill’s eye. 

Bill sighed. “I should’ve known you’d be difficult. You’re always so difficult now. What is with you lately? You used to be so obedient. Can we please go back to that?” He sighed, eye squeezed shut in frustration as he rubbed where his temples presumably would be. He waved a small, black-gloved hand and a bottle of red wine appeared on the table, along with a single wine glass. “You’re driving me to drink, Sixer. Are you proud of yourself?” He poured himself an entirely too generous amount.

“I’m not playing games with you. Where is my family?” Ford deadpanned.

“Yes you are! We never stopped playing. You just stopped making it fun. Y’know half the appeal of chess is the banter-” 

“Cipher.” 

“They’re fine, brainiac. Well- actually I dunno about that inferior double of yours. I had him disposed of since you never really seemed to like him anyway. But, I took the liberty of putting the objectively better of the two little ones in here with you! I’m sure Shooting Star is around here somewhere. I really gotta map this place out, it's getting ridiculous. What do you call her? Marble? Maple?”  

Ford gripped the armrests of the wooden chair in a six-fingered vice.

 “And Dipper?” He gritted out through clenched teeth. 

“Pinetree? Safe and sound, as promised… regrettably. I thought it’d be best if he didn’t interfere with all this, though. Real vibe killer, that one.”

“Where. Is. He.” He began to shake with rage.

“I told you already. Safe. Sound. Are you going deaf or something? I didn’t think you were that old-”

Fed up, the scientist slammed both hands onto the table, knocking the repulsive plate of marsupial viscera onto the tile floor with a clatter, anger practically oozing out of every pore. He futilely attempted to lunge at the demon yet he remained glued to his seat as Bill just sat there, looking only slightly disappointed before taking long, slow sip of his wine. 

“I just made that for you, y’know.” The demon sighed, voice pitched in irritation. 

“Take me to them. Now.” Stanford snarled, nearly frantic. He refused to humor the monster’s sick delusions, and if he had so much as laid a finger on the younger pines twins, no matter how powerless against him he was now Ford would find a way to make him pay for it. 

“Not with that attitude. What, don't take my word for it? I made a deal didn't I?”

Ford kicked the table. “Of course I don’t take your fucking word for it! You’re the universe’s most deceptive villain! Every word you’ve ever said to me was a lie!” 

Bill gave him a bitter look, almost one of offense. “Woah woah woah, not everything-” 

“Bullshit! You just can’t help yourself can you? Do you hear yourself!?” He ranted, venom spewing from his every word. “You’re sick. What are you really trying to accomplish here? What is all this really for, Cipher?”

Bill stood up on his seat, trying to make himself bigger. “I told you I-”

“I don’t care about your convoluted lies! Why am I here? I have nothing left to give you! Is this just some sick ploy for you to worm your way back into my head? For you to have someone to control? For you to feel special again? For you to play god? Newsflash, demon, you are not a god, and I will never, ever, be manipulated and seduced into worshiping you like one ever again. You’re a sadistic, one-eyed, freak, Cipher, and I was a naive fool to ever think any differently.”

Bill stood there in shock for a moment, pupil so narrowly slitted that it almost disappeared entirely into the white of his eye. The wine glass in his hand abruptly shattered. In an instant he flipped from astounded to furious, his body turning to a fiery red once more. His tiny fists balled up at his sides, shaking as he shrieked, “Okay, that’s it, bucko! Didn’t they ever teach you in kindergarten that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all?!”  

Just as Stanford was about to retort, the triangle threw up a pointer finger toward his face and suddenly he found himself unable to open his mouth at all. He immediately began to panic, hands coming up to claw at his face as though he could pry the magic seal off his lips with brute force. He fell to his knees as he was suddenly no longer stuck to his chair and it was ripped out from under him and slammed against the far wall with a loud bang. Suddenly, the tiles around him began to appear to turn almost liquid and red papered walls began to rise out of the floor on all sides. His insults and profanities were muffled as the walls rose higher and higher surrounding him until they met the ceiling, effectively trapping him in. Once he could no longer see Bill, the spell keeping him quiet was lifted and he gasped for breath. He stood up, frantically looking around for an exit point, but the pseudo-cage seemed to be effectively air tight. His ex-muse’s voice echoed and bounced off the narrow walls. 

“Say you’re sorry.”

Ford grimaced, head whipping around trying to pinpoint what direction the voice was coming from. He laughed dryly and joylessly. “You’re psychotic.” His eyes went wide as the ground shook beneath him, the walls of his confine suddenly moving closer together, enclosing the space even further. 

“Say. You’re. Sorry.” 

Ah. So this was how Bill wanted to play. The scientist brandished his fists and banged on the wall defiantly. “Over my dead body!” The cage got smaller.

“Say it!”

Stanford was quickly realizing he may be running out of options here. Hypothetically if the situation were different, he would honestly and truthfully rather die via pancaking between four rapidly encroaching walls than even think of apologizing to Bill Cipher. However, the kids were somewhere. Alone. At the end of the world. And if he died now, there’s no telling what could happen to them, assuming it hadn’t happened already. The walls began to push back against his braced arms and the demon kept screaming, voice shrill and headache inducing. 

“Say it! Say it say it say it say it-”

“...I’m sorry.”

And everything stopped. 

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 ❝ yup — I'll be waitin' here for ya buddy! hurry an' ditch those losers so we can hit our ol' joint. I'll talk t'ya later, byyyeeez. ❞ with a press of his thumb he hanged up the call with an unwavering smile. Since they were on the verge of starting a New Year, he figured one last get together with Fizz couldn't hurt. ( Frankly at a burger joint they were really fond of. )

Although his jester friend was never an escape artist — they did have a knack of ditching their bodyguards when push comes to shove. Blitz loved that cunning side to them, it reminded him of the times they snuck out together back in their circus gig. Granted, they got into heaps of trouble when they were caught but — overall it was worth it. He cherished those mischief times && he was positive this time wouldn't be any different! If caught, he had plans set in motion to apologise to the big bird man himself! ready to take the blame if it came to it.

Needless to say, the streets were rather . . . eerie? scarce? oddly more quiet than usual. Was a Hell's shake about to happen? Scratching his noggin the assassin simply shrugged it off. Leisurely strolling down the streets as he glanced down at his phone. unaware of the turmoil that was about to unfold.

[whentherewerebicycles]

I love this beautiful baby with his big ol noggin so desperately it makes me feel a little insane! it is an incredible thing to experience but also like what the fuck! have all these people I interact with who have kids just been walking around living their lives and doing their jobs and meanwhile loving these little vulnerable beings so desperately it makes them feel insane? it’s nuts. I’m medium stressed about work dynamics still but also in other moments I’m like who gives a fuck. work feels so fake and unimportant compared to the experience of having a little person in your house who is learning how to coo at you and has just discovered how to chew on his own fingers. like obviously I still want a purposeful job where I can work hard and use my brain and make positive things happen in the world. but the work drama feels like… what are we doing here lol. this is so meaningless. I have this beautiful little life I have this baby I love desperately I don’t have time for people to be mean to me as part of a weird power trip. get off my lawn get out of my head etc etc.

[marchwardenofmordor]

Stupid fae-vibe type shit I did as a kid with undiagnosed autism, if you want to flesh out a mischievous fey-pact warlock / changeling / elf character’s childhood or summin similar

- Regularly would go outside in the early hours of the morning, completely stark naked, to sit on the grass in the rain. This happened between the ages of 4 and 6 and to this day, nobody knows how the fuck I managed to get outside (including me), because all the doors and windows were locked and I didn’t know where the keys were. Wrap your noggin around that one.

- I would speak to the shadows in my room. Sounds ominous af, I know, but I did it to stop myself from being afraid of them, to trick myself into perceiving the dark as friendly instead of scary. What was scary, however, is that I used to call them ‘the masters’ and would pretend to take orders from them. (Fucking horrifying unless you know the context: I really REALLY liked the dnd cartoon as a kid ok, the shadow thing and Venger were my favourites)

- I had a ‘sleeping tree’ in my grandmother’s garden, which I would curl up and nap beneath. And apparently also hoard things under. In 2018, she was trying to plant some potatoes and dug up my ‘treasure’ - a handful of plastic gemstones and her fucking spoons 💀

- I devoured honey and butter like nobody’s business. It was a borderline addiction to the point where my grandmother had to think of creative ways to stop me from getting at the butter, and placing the honey out of my reach (which ultimately did not work because I was determined enough to climb on top of the fridge to get my fix).

- I wasn’t a nasty child, but I was oddly territorial (?). To give a few examples, there was a tree that I remember I LOVED in my old primary school playground. Big ol pine tree, with a very pleasing bark texture, and always seeped out this fucking phenomenally good smelling sap (which I used to rub on my chest and arms and would sometimes lick (rip, I don’t recommend trying to eat pine sap guys, it’s apparently poisonous). Nobody was allowed near my tree and if other kids tried to climb it I would barrel towards it and literally pull them down. I was also similarly protective of a gooseberry bush and would ‘punish’ kids who ate the fruit from it without asking me first - not my proudest moment, but I got in trouble because I made one kid cry in fear after telling her that she needed to run away from the grass after eating the fruit, otherwise her feet would root in the ground and she would turn into a tree, because the gooseberry seeds had ‘hatched’ in her belly.

- As demonstrated in the naked-in-the-rain point, I was an escape artist. Someone’s back garden behind the playground was full of bluebells, and I used to get my friends to guard the loose plank in the school fence whilst I crawled through it to go play in the flowers. The teachers eventually noticed and reinforced the fence. Did that stop me? Absolutely not. I just climbed up a tree and vaulted over it instead. Me and a few of the boys regularly used to escape to go stuff our mouths with blackberries. I got caught up the tree once, and it took ages for the teachers to get me down because I refused to come down unless my ‘favourite’ came to lift me down. I was a prick. I wouldn’t tell them who my favourite was and just sat up there smugly. I ripped my trousers that day and had to walk around with my jumper tied around my waist like a weird loincloth.

- Again in the school playground, the teachers had to keep an eye on me because I would eat things I really shouldn’t. Some things were actually foragable - white clovers, for example. Other things? Man oh man. I’ve eaten dirt, ants, worms, you name it. A bunch of kids were gathered around one area because there was a spider. What did I do? Pushed straight in and shoved it in my mouth. Horrific. I still remember the feeling of it on my tongue and that nasty vomit-like taste of it after I chewed it.

- Weird, wild and wonderful revenge. I used to get my own back by splitting rosehips down the backs of people’s jumpers, throwing ‘stickyweed’ at people’s backs where they couldn’t reach it, and, if pissed off enough during sleepovers/overnight school trips, knotting the hair of whichever unlucky girl had offended me in her sleep.

- my family spent most of my childhood with their heads in their hands, usually accompanied by the phrase “where has he gone now?!”. Knowing what you know of the above, with my affinity for the natural world and my reputation as Houdini, you can probably gauge the dread of my family members after I made my sometimes sudden and violent (I would not be contained) and sometimes very irish exits (literally blink and I’m gone), knowing that I was likely going to reappear either drenched (from rainwater or pondwater - Grandmother located me once, stood directly under a small waterfall), with muddy or ripped clothes, or with the leftovers of my michelin star bug and flower cuisine stuck in my teeth.

- Oh, you want child me to turn out his pockets? Here, have some mangled pussy-willow sprigs, leaves, acorns, pinecones, conkers, rosehips (weapons of choice), half eaten flowers, unripe gooseberries, crushed up blackberries or bilberries, pieces of sheep wool I found on barbed wire fences (congrats, your hands now smell like sheep), bottle caps (shiny), feathers, and finally the little brown envelope with my £2 of lunch money inside. Put your hand in my pocket and be repulsed by the damp berry juice, dirt and sticky glue-like tree sap.

- Accept the daisy chain I’ve made you lest you face my unbridled wrath

- it is, in fact, an affront to my person if I hold a buttercup under your chin and it does not glow. You are cursed. I am sorry. I pity you, for now you must die.

- present me with your finest dandelion crown and I am now not only fascinated, I am irrevocably in love with you. I’ll plait your hair, let you sit under my tree with me or tidy your drawer for you.

[tiny-talks-big-tales]

👩🏼‍🦼I got the new wheelchair👩🏼‍🦼‍➡️

This creature has WHEELS!!! And it's super hype :D

Today there's been like... about a couple dozen people awaiting updates on how it went, which is really sweet <3 You're all getting this post thrown at you though, I love you but I also like my sanity and the health of my wrists too much to type the same things twenty times.

✿

Delivery went well, and there are some small changes scheduled for Thursday

We spent about 2 hours with the supplier's tech doing final adjustments and such. It was really fun to feel how all the iterative changes on the chair are coming together! It was immediately comfier than any of my past chairs ever were, despite how much worse my mobility is now than back then.

It's wonderful how much having a proper team setting up the chair through actual physical in-person fittings helps. Multiple fittings, even - we're at 3 fitting sessions so far, Thursday will be the 4th. I think after thursday I will be good for a while.

The chair is here now, parked in the living room! I can see it from my bed, even. I can use it, but won't do any proper adventure attempts until after Thursday.

On Thursday we'll be sorting out:

The table with centered joystick. It's currently with the tech as he has to cut it to shape a bit and need workshop tools to do so. I wanted it to be smaller so I'm getting it smaller.

Adding minor hardware (aka metal bits and bobs used to attach extra parts) for some extra adjustment range on the lateral leg supports (aka padded blocks set against the side of my legs to help keep them in place).

Putting some foam wedges at the top of the backrest to make sure my shoulders and upper back have support all the way up.

The table makes a huge difference to me so I'm excited to get it back in its final form! ...almost final. I'll be adding stickers to it.

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Actually sitting in and using the chair, and getting to control my own mobility again

I sat in the chair for the fitting, then we went outside and I got to drive around the road we live on a bit, and we tested how going in and out through our pretty narrow entrance works for me. After the tech and the other guys on this case left, me and Ceora (my partner) went inside and I just stayed in the chair for a bit. I greatly enjoyed the ability to just enter the kitchen and stare blankly at the fridge before deciding I don't want anything anyway.

So overall I probably spent about 4 hours in the chair! And aside from very very cold feet I was okay, but that was just an underdressing problem. (3 layers of socks wasn't enough, apparently)

Most importantly I went up and down the road just outside and got to see and smell TREES and GRASS ohmygodhjdkahgdjklag!!! Controlling my own mobility again was euphoric 😭

For the past 10 months I've had no control of my own mobility, I've just been... trapped in place, completely unable to leave the spot I'm in. It messes with the mind and relation to my body quite a bit. So I hope and believe my big ol noggin will also benefit :D I'll still spend majority of my time in bed, and I can't transfer between bed and wheelchair on my own, but finally having the chance to regularly get up and in control of my mobility is huge.

✿

Oh, and it has a name!

I have named this wheelchair Katla.

The old powerchair was named Tekla, and my first chair, a manual self-propelled one, was named Petra.

So there's a strong theme here, hihi.

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Here's some photos!

Here's the two driving controls! In my table there's the joystick for me, it has a literal golf ball for me to grab. On the back of the chair there's an attendant control that people helping me can use when needed. It's that handle on the right. Supposedly very intuitive to use, you just move the whole handle side to side to turn, squeeze the small lever underneath to go forward, and push down the small lever to go backwards.

And here's the utility bondage! That's a horribly inappropriate term, but it's my term, and I am horribly inappropriate at times, so it's ok. The ankle cuffs are to prevent my feet from falling off the footplates or going too far out of place. The part around the ankle attaches to the footplate with two somewhat loose straps, so this does NOT interfere with happy feet wiggles :3

The seat has a hip belt for like. Hip position? Also to prevent sliding down. It's pretty standard. The chest harness thing is an X-shaped chest harness with 4 point attachments. It's honestly amazing how big of a difference it makes in keeping me stable, less wobbly, and feeling safer. And the backrest is very curved to give me stability all over my upper body.

And these are side supports! There's a pair by my thighs, a pair by my knees, and a pair by my elbows. The leg ones stop my legs from wibblywobbly and splooting in bad painful and injury-causing ways. The ones by my elbows stop my arms from falling off the armrest, which was a huge problem on my previous chair.

After thursday I'll try to get some photos outside :D And it'll be a slow journey to work up to using the chair as much as I want, to be able to do some more of the things I'd like to do.

Thank you for reading and caring 💜

[dood1e-bug]

That TSS cover has some excellent shading-Rani Nagi & Fisk turned out especially slick. Pharon & that dude on the right also help drive home the nagas' sheer anatomy variety-there are times I wonder why some have almost draconic heads while others seem waaaayyy more humanoid (mainly Rani's big ol' noggin).

Thankyou ^u^ sm 💛💛 I'm really happy with how it turned out.

I love how different the Nagas can be used a couple of them as refs when making Pharon went more human like the blue one, hes my fav rando snake followed close behind is the cobra. (Rani-Nagi with the Magamind head fr)