#muse: fern.

[luminarot]

@coastercrushed || continued from here.

Tonight couldn't be going any worse. Okay, so that's a lie; Fern can think of plenty of ways for things to go downhill from here, including ( but not limited to ) getting caught trespassing by the cops, or stabbed a bunch of times by this random stranger, or left otherwise to bleed out in the middle of this creepy-ass abandoned amusement park. Really, he should know better than to do stupid shit like this — but he never could figure out how to just say no. He’s too afraid of it. Too desperate.

At least this time if things goes south, he’d be the only one who has to die because of it.

The joke he makes to break the tension backfires, and Fern's eyebrows shoot up when the other boy snaps back — only to scrunch up again as his mouth falls open, waving his hands around as if he's physically trying to gather all his scrambled thoughts. "Redhead?" he blurts first, incredulous. What is this guy even talking about?

"Okay, so first of all, I'm like, maybe strawberry blonde. Barely! And I mean, even that's, like, a pretty big stretch." More of a dirty blonde, actually, but he's trying to be generous. The guy's mad enough already without Fern’s rambling.

"Second of all, I was just messing around, man. It's just funny that two of us decided to trespass tonight! Like, of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, y'know?" he quips, big goofy grin and everything. Nobody else has to know if he feels like he's having a heart attack. ( What are the chances that two small town idiots decided to break into the same place on the same night? )

"Unless you are actually homeless and come here all the time, but like. That's besides the point!"

To be honest, he doesn't know what the point is anymore. He just wants this guy to chill out, and to survive the next hour or whatever so his new friends don't think he's a total loser. So that he actually has friends, or something like it, when he’s a world away from everything he’s ever known. And ideally, he wants to stand around somewhere it's not so fucking dark.

"Look, I'm not trying to bust you or anything," he finally says. "My friends dared me to be here, that’s all. Gotta haze the new guy, you know how it is.”

[pinksilvace]

[cinemapix]

Fern Sutherland as Kristin Sims & Jarod Rawiri as Daniel Chalmers THE BROKENWOOD MYSTERIES (2014 - PRESENT) Season 10, Episode 4: Love You To Death

[infernopkz]

last guy standing in their local group ft the rodent that randomly showed up and they adopted out of sheer loneliness

[luminarot]

Okay, so it's official: Fern is totally in hell right now. Never in his life has he wished so badly for the floor to just open up and swallow him whole — which is really saying something, because he's made an idiot of himself more times than he can count. At this point, it's kind of his thing ; about fifty percent of the time he opens his mouth, he goes and puts his foot in it.

But to be reprimanded by the fucking principal, in front of everyone, when he's only been in town for a little over a month? That's got to be a record. His mom is going to be so pissed at him if she ever finds out.

He's doing his best to make light of it in front of his friend, though, saving face wherever he can. It's a stroke of luck to find out Stu doesn't like the guy — or maybe, actually, it's more concerning, if he really means it when he says Fern's going to be a target. ( Been there, done that; once is more than enough! )

That last addition makes him pause, though, and his grip tightens a little on his backpack as he frowns over at Stu. "What, really?" His nose scrunches, thinking back on all the times he's seen the principal around the school — and he has been kinda weird, now that Fern's thinking about it. He just thought he was overthinking shit before now. "That's fucked up. The first part, obviously, because I do not want a repeat of what just happened like... ever," he grimaces at the thought, "But also, if he's a creep that's even worse! Don't schools have some sort of background check they do for that kind of shit? Or, like. Any sort of check? Jesus. I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse."

@luminarot // "Well, that was uniquely humiliating." (From fern lmao)

Stu snorted and rolled his eyes. Himbry had done the thing he did, sometimes, especially with new kids. Came to the class, called the newbie up to the front, and made an example for whatever dumb shit he was deciding was a problem this week.

"It's only humiliating if you give a shit. You can not give a shit about Principal Himbry. He's got his little toadies who kiss his ass, and the rest of us are targets." Not Stu, really, because his family gave money to the school. Even when Himbry got on him and Tatum for making out in the hallway, he focused on Tatum like Stu hadn't had anything to do with it. Stu grimaced at that thought. "And he's a creep, too."

[aparticularbandit]

Someone said there wasn't a lot of Frieren fanfic and I looked and there's barely 250 total on AO3 and now I'm like.

I have a Frieren plot bunny.

I could write a Frieren fic.

(Bandit. Finish. The rough. Of OAFC.)

[pudgy-planets]

“…What did you do?”

“…Hm?”

“Do not play the naïveté card here, Lady Frieren. Your mana and demeanor shift whenever you decide to play coy… or when you decide to hide something from me.”

“Remember the tavern we visited recently? …Remember how the task board was filled with flyers and posters? There was a beauty pageant…”

“Miss Frieren… Did you do what I think you did?”

“…The prize is a selection of rare magical items… Grimoires, elixirs, enchanted horns…”

“Did you…”

“And… I thought my chest wasn’t significant enough to warrant my application, so I signed you up… it’s in three days.”

“When exactly did you plan on telling me this?”

“…I’ve been meaning to tel you all week, but it slipped my mind…”

“…”

“Fern?”

“…Ten… Nine…”

“W-wait, Fern-”

[luminarot]

Fern is used to the way words can sting; his friends back home had been much the same way, turning cruelty into a game and never being particularly gentle about anything. He's learned over time to laugh along with them, to be in on the joke if he can't beat them to the punch — so he just grins at Dewey like it's no big deal, like nothing's ever really bothered him at all. ( If he tries hard enough, maybe the wish will come true. )

"Oh, totally! I know they're just, like. Joking around or whatever." He waves a dismissive hand, rocking back and forth on his heels once before he continues. "Kids these days, am I right? Thanks for the head’s up.”

@luminarot //  liked for a short dewey starter

"I've known those kids since they were about--" Dewey gestured to about elementary school height. "Don't take anything they say too personal. They're mean to, uh, show affection, I think."

He hoped might be more accurate, since Tatum and her friends--except Sid and Randy--had barely said a nice word to him since they were in seventh grade.

[luminarot]

@aranostra ( randy. ) said: "courage is not being fearless. it's facing your fear."

The beer Fern's been sipping is starting to sweat, and so is he; movie night's feeling a little too personal all of a sudden. ( Is he seriously that obvious? )

Static fingertips swipe over sticky condensation as he tries to swallow the anxiety that’s been haunting him ever since he found out what happened to Casey and Steve. The problem is, he can’t stop picturing it — or picturing something, at least. Gore, pain, violence; all of it familiar enough that he keeps forgetting how to breathe. Maybe a part of him is still stuck there, in the same moment of realization their classmates must’ve had last night: you're going to die, and there's nothing you can do about it.

It's a little more difficult to ignore the feeling now that guilt has joined the party, but that’s not Randy’s fault. As usual, the only person Fern has to blame is himself — so he tries to push past it. He fumbles for a joke, something to break the tension a little bit, desperate to keep the mood light; instead, he keeps getting stuck on courage. On his total lack of it. Randy really knows how to make an argument.

"Well, what happens when you face your fear, and you just fucking... deer in headlights? Like — okay, like Evil Dead. The first one." He shifts in his seat now that he's got a rant brewing, setting his bottle aside so he doesn't spill it with any wild gestures. "Shit's going down, Scott's screaming and fighting for his life, but Ash is just standing there staring. Hugging the axe and backed against a wall freaking out." That sounds more familiar, patchwork stomach twisting with the guilt of too many decisions never made for himself. ( You can't bury Shelly; she's a friend of ours, isn't she? )

"And like, sure he ends up fighting off the demons eventually, but it's not like he gets a happy ending." Just a sequel that's more of a reboot; an endless purgatory, do it again but different, something that's definitely hitting a little too close to home right now. Oops. “But then again — the woods got anyone who tried to run away, so. I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying.” Here he is, the fly in a trap, buzzing just to fill the silence; so much for movie night being a distraction.

“Do you want any more popcorn? I never finished mine.”

[watercolourferns]

It occurred to me that all Amy March was trying to do when she was a little girl was romanticise the very hard life she was living as a girl living in a middle low status in Victorian times. Then I remembered Beth and realized she was trying to do the same thing with her piano and dolls... Yet Beth was celebrated because she acted like a dutiful daughter and future good little wife... but Amy wasn't why? Because she played at being a rich young artist? What's the difference if both were good daughters and good people...?

[luminarot]

“Oh! Well, that's comforting." He huffs out a laugh, hoping it doesn't sound as nervous as he feels right now. ( Hospitals give him the fucking creeps, but it's fine. Everything's totally cool. ) "Seriously, that's like. The last thing I wanna hear right now. Or maybe not the last — that'd probably be, like... I don't know, something crazy. Like, ‘Holy shit! The nukes are dropping!’ That would be pretty bad."

"But still! It's gotta be up there on the list somewhere; you're tempting fate, dude. That's just as bad as saying the opposite, I think."

@luminarot said: ❛  this day feels like it's never gonna end.  ❜ (from fern)

❛ Hey, c’mon, it’s not that bad. It could always get worse. ❜

[pinksilvace]

This dynamic is so incredibly important to me

(version without arrows under the cut)

[magnitudeofmuses]

"Hngg...come on...fit.." She huffed. "This dress fit the other day!" She huffed, plopped down on the bed. The 400 pound mage really let herself go as her belly ripped through her dress, spilling into her lap.

[infernopkz]

made a height comparison thingy of the iterators in my main local group

yes 3 of them are cleaned sketches rather than lined,,,, shhh it doesnt matter

[aparticularbandit]

oh also you can totally take out nendoroid junko's twintails which like.

i may play around with that eventually.

[pudgy-planets]

Recently learned of a doughnut conjuring spell from a baker who sold enchanted goods.

No you can’t have any, get your own-