#my ghost edvin

[jenesmilian]

Day in a life with a curious Ghost

Guardian chilling while reading a book.

Ghost: GUARDIAN! GUARDIAN!

Guardian looks around for Ghost but doesn't see him. Instead a dog is looking at him wagging its tail.

Ghost: I made a new friend!

Guardian realizing the dog has something in its mouth dripping with drool.

Drool covered Ghost: Look he likes me!

With a sigh Guardian takes Ghost out of the dog's mouth and wipes the drool of of him.

After getting all the drool of, Ghost flies up in the air and starts playing with the dog.

Ghost: Guardian Guardian look how he follows me!

Says Ghost while the dog is trying to eat him.

With a shaking head Guardian sits back down and gets back to reading. Hiding his smile behind the book.

[im-a-king-baby]

hi ! first of all; i read ELYN over the easter weekend and stayed up till like five am waiting for it to get happy so i could sleep (i gave up) and i loved it so so much. It just feels like such a tangible, realistic outcome for them (if we ignore s3) it made me ache in that exact anxious yearning way the actual show does. Big ask and 100% appreciate it if the answer is no but are you planning to write more for them in that universe? Would love to see them when Wille is at university, or see Wille simply make some (oblivious?) uni friends, or see Sara and Simon interact again or honestly literally anything and everything.

secondly, and who knows maybe (probably) you’re aware of this but the photos/images in the fic do not appear as images but just as a text/error box? Is that intentional or did they break? I kept finding myself curious as to what image was put with the chapters haha

Hi!!! I hope you had a good easter... and went to sleep at some point... 😅

Thank you for alerting me about the images! I was not aware of that :( Although I guess that makes all those hours hardcoding the text threads and tumblr posts so they would work without images worth it 😂

I have gone through it all again and updated the image links so they are working for me now (let me know if they're still broken for you?).

There's nothing in them that's required to follow the fic, you just get to judge the time I spent procrastinating by making album covers and then sorting all the random pop songs I'd invented into albums (something that was definitely vital even though no one but me cares about the difference in vibe between Simme eras 🤣).

If you are just interested in the art, these are the 4 covers I used in the fic:

Sadly this fic was always destined to lose canon status after season 3 (although I am going to keep believing August's arc could go the ELYN route until proven otherwise).

Regarding sequels, prooobably not? Sorry :( I have more notes for Simon pov scenes during and before than anything set after because I'm not sure what more I have to say, (other than wanting to write something of ELYN Wille with Edvin's new haircut but basically all I've got is this:

For a moment Simon thinks Wilhelm isn’t even here, then the bleached blond head turns and it’s Wilhelm’s face and Wilhelm’s eyes and Wilhelm’s mouth dropping open in surprise at seeing Simon in the doorway. “You’re here,” Wilhelm says. “How are you -?” “You cut your hair.” It’s dumb. Obviously. But Simon hasn’t slept and Wilhelm’s hair is almost white, sharp and bristled, and Simon wants to touch it, to see if it hurts. “I…” Wilhelm hesitates. “There were always rules about my appearance, about how I was allowed to look, and I thought…” he reaches a hand to his hairline, his face falling a little. “Do you hate it?” The bristles give under his fingers, impossibly soft. He looks older, but also somehow younger, like he’s reclaiming the rebellious teen years that the crown never let him have. “I want to kiss you,” Simon says. The coffee shop is full of people. At least four that Simon can see are looking at them, not even trying to be subtle. There’s a camera tilted in their direction, but it’s not close. “Can I kiss you?” “I-” Wilhelm starts doing the same glance - who’s watching, who’s filming - then seems to catch himself, snorts a soft laugh and pulls Simon in. It's too short for Simon to catch hold of, but he can run his fingers through it and it's soft or ghost them over to catch the sharp edges of the tips, and it's Wilhelm and he's here, they're both here. And they're going to be okay.

<3

[lividdreamz]

INSANE ASYLUMS, CANNIBAL PROPHETS, ELDRITCH CULTS, & SELF-PROCLAIMED GODS GALORE

A WIP INTRODUCTION — OF ILL REPUTE

GENRE; Dark Fantasy, Occult Horror, Romance (?)

TARGET AUDIENCE; Adult

STATUS; Outlining and Drafting

TARGET WORD COUNT; 40K — 60K

CONTENT WARNINGS; gore, violence, torture, cannibalism, abuse and exploitation of mental patients, sexual content

SUMMARY; When a new patient who calls himself Yoska Menik and boldly declares he is a god arrives at The Maker’s Sanctuary—an insane asylum with a reputation built on less than holy monks, shrieking lunatics, and inhumane practices—he is quickly dismissed as a madman. While everyone believes Yoska Menik’s another deluded lunatic, Valentin, a fellow inmate harbouring a dangerous secret of his own, finds himself inexplicably captivated by him…even as increasingly strange occurrences begin to unfold around the asylum. As his relationship with Yoska Menik deepens, blurring the line between madness and sanity, Valentin must learn to navigate the treacherous path between his forbidden desires and the dangers they present.

THEMES/TROPES; Faith, Belief, (Abuse Of) Power, Revenge, Rebellion, Religion, Identity, Tradition, I-Don’t-Like-You-Very-Much To I-Will-Serve-You-All-My-Days, Found Family (Kind Of…)

CHARACTERS;

Valentin — Alleged cannibal. Prophet. Performer of strange blood rituals at midnight. He’s also an opium addict, but we don’t talk about that.

Esa St. Edvin — A god (self-proclaimed) with dubious eldritch powers (unconfirmed). If you call him Yoska Menik, it’ll make his day.

Martja'ysa Bruheimer Isko-Sanni — A formerly wealthy divorcée who may or may not be able to commune with spirits. Moody, melancholic, prefers solitude.

Johannes St. Lendzell / Ly — Purported victim of demonic possession. Cried and clawed at walls often. Friend of Valentin. Dead.

Pia St. Ørjan — A woman who believes she’s made of glass. Approach with caution.

Jin ij Phanom Sieng — Valentin’s younger brother. Merchant. Rebel fugitive and woefully bitter about it.

Father Paavali — The Maker’s Sanctuary Monk #1. Cruel, contemptuous, and violent.

Father Mika — The Maker’s Sanctuary Monk #2. His kindness, compassion, and love for his wardens often mask his perverted urges.

STARRING A CAST OF;

Creepy monks

Creepier cults

Strange supernatural happenings disguised as miracles

Ritualistic cannibalism

Blood magic

Wacky religious prophecies

Cruel and unusual punishments

Opium addicts

Failed rebellions

Surreal sex dreams

A gothic insane asylum

One (1) ghost

TAGLIST; Ask To Be +/-

MAIN TAG; Forthcoming!

OF ILL REPUTE is a WIP I began working on in 2018 and promptly dropped (for many reasons). However, as you can clearly see, I’m picking it back up again! If you’d like to know more about it and it’s world, here are two posts where I go into more detail about its setting. More posts about its worldbuilding (and characters) to come!

[edgessunflower]

Song list

I'd come for you by Nickelback

Hand in my pocket by Alanis Morisette

Inside us all by Creed

I need you by Leann Rimes

Breaking the habit by Linkin Park

Fall in the light by Lori Carson and Graeme Revell

Mother Father by Journey

Wreck of the day by Anna Nalick

Honest by The neighborhood

Milk by Garbage

My love is deep by Edvin Marton

The trouble with love by Kelly Clarkson

Good Enough by Lifehouse

Hello by Evanescence

This I promise by NSYNC

Willow by Taylor Swift

Ghost by Nine inch nails

I'll be there by Mariah Carey

Without You by Usher

New world by Charice (Jake Zyrus)

Angel's lullaby by Richard Marx

Just a dream by Christina Grimmie and Sam Tsui

Who is by Bruno Mars

My life would suck without you by Kelly Clarkson

One more chance by Michael Jackson

Bound to you by Christina Aguilera

[twofoursixohjuan]

Second chapter! This one's for @brotherbandchronicles

Under the cut.

There's a guard outside the hall, a shieldmaiden leaning half-dozing under an overhang, bundled in furs. She startles as Jesper approaches and scrabbles for her halberd. "Who goes there?" It's too hard to stop. Jesper thumps against the wooden door and stumbles backwards. Suddenly his legs will barely hold him up. "I need the Oberjarl." The guard levels her halberd. "Who are you?" "Jesper of the Heron. My brothers are holding off an invasion force in the Hunter's Pass and I need the Oberjarl." "Invasion?" The guard pales. She pulls a key from her furs and unlocks the door, calling for her backup.

There's lights and garbled words and scrambling, but everything is suddenly faded for Jesper, shadowy and too bright all at once. He doesn't realise he's falling until he's on his knees. The room whirls, and he sits with his back against the wall and watches the lights blur. It's a voice that breaks him out of it. Deep, booming, worried and thick with sleep. "What's going on, boy?" Traditionally, Jesper should stand to address the Oberjarl, but there's no point in caring now. Erak is standing in front of him, dressed in nothing but a blanket and a bearskin over his shoulders. Behind him stands Svengal of Wolfwind, doing up his belt — which, notes an inane part of Jesper's mind, does answer one question. "Over the northern mountains," manages Jesper. "We're — the crew is holding them at the Hunter's Pass but they can't hold it for long, we need —" "Calm down," says Svengal, holding out both hands. "The horse troops are mobilising already. Did you run all the way?" Jesper nods distractedly. "Please, we need—" "We'll get there soon as we can," says Erak. "You're the thief boy, aren't you?" There's no use in a denial. "Yes, but—" "Fast, right? You ran a good race in training, I remember." He turns to a shieldmaiden hurrying by. "Nina, find a spare bed and a healer to check him over." "No!" says Jesper before he can think. The thought of a bed sounds like paradise, and the cut on his head is throbbing, but he can't stop yet. Not until he knows what's happened at the Hunter's Pass. "I'm going back." Svengal sighs. "No, you—" "I'm going back." Erak's face splits into a smile. "Then get to the stables."

The horse troops are a recent addition, made up of shieldmaidens willing to learn to sit a horse. They aren't experts, but they're fast and they're unexpected — horses have never been a Skandian tactic. Jesper has never ridden before, but he balances on the back of a saddle, clinging to a shieldmaiden's heavy vest. These are mountain horses, big and shaggy, and their pounding hooves eat up the miles it took Jesper so long to cover. There is another force coming behind them — foot warriors, the second defence battalion along with the crews of wolfships in harbour. But they will be a long time yet. It seems almost no time at all before they're thundering into the gorge. Ahead rise shouts and the clashing of metal. The Herons are still holding on. The shieldmaiden — Halle, her name is — turns to glance at him. "Do you have a sword?" she calls, shouting to be heard over the thunder and the hooves. Jesper shakes his head. His sword lies in the mud somewhere up ahead. "Then get down," says Halle, not unkindly. She reins her mount in and Jesper half-climbs, half-tumbles from its back, landing awkwardly in the mud as the rest of the horse troops thunder past him. Jesper draws the saxe from his belt, and the smaller knife he carries strapped inside one boot, and forces himself onwards.

Behind the thorny barricade is a sea of mud and darkness. Jesper sees Thorn, and the huge bulk of Ingvar, and then Hal, one arm bound in a makeshift sling. He doesn't see Stefan. The shieldmaidens aren't turning the tide, quite, but they've bought some breathing room. The invaders are backing away from the earth-and-thorn embankments, turning to regroup. "You made it," pants Hal as Jesper slips into line beside him. He half-turns. "Jes, you look wrecked." "So do you." Jesper is exhausted, but he doubts any of the Herons are in much better shape. "Where's my sword?" "Don't know. Get to the west end. They nearly broke through in the last rush. It needs shoring." "Stefan?" Jesper asks, dreading the answer. "I don't know."

The twins are at the western wall of the gorge, stacking stones and branches to rebuild the barricade. Jesper tries to join them, although his vision is blurry and his bones feel stuffed with lead. The invaders have regrouped and are launching another attack, though with the thin line of defence bolstered by the shieldmaidens' spears they are beaten off more easily. Lydia, somehow, is still firing, bolts from Hal's crossbow wedged clumsily into her atlatl. A hand catches at his shoulder. "How long?" shouts Hal over the noise. Jesper forces his muzzy brain to think. "Forty minutes?" The reinforcements had started not long after the horse troops rode out. "We'll make it," says Hal.

And they do. The invading force pulls back, startled by the new strength in the defenders. They regroup out of sight around a bend in the gorge, and Jesper stumbles away from the barricade, eyes straining through the gloom. "Stefan?" he calls. There's no answer.

Someone is calling his name. Jesper turns to see Edvin, beckoning him towards the eastern wall. There's a tiny cave there, barely more than a crevice, and inside Edvin is bandaging Ingvar's bloodied arm with a strip of sleeve in the light of a tiny storm lantern. He steps aside, and there is Stefan. He's unconscious, a ragged bandage wrapping his waist and one leg roughly splinted with what looks like a scabbard. Jesper doesn't dare to touch him. "Is he—" "Alive," says Edvin, and Jesper feels his chest unknot, just a little. "He was caught outside the wall. But he'll make it." Jesper's vision goes dark before he hits the ground.

There is another sally before the reinforcements arrive. They pour around the corner and Jesper snaps back to awareness in time to hear Edvin say, "Keep an eye on him," before snatching up his sword and dashing out into the rain. Jesper stays by Stefan's side and listens to the clashing of metal.

The charge is beaten off. Jesper crouches by the wall until the sounds of fighting die away, one hand gripping Stefan's, the other with his saxe ready drawn. Edvin's face appears in the opening. "It'll be dawn soon," he says. He crouches by Stefan and checks his pulse with expert fingers, then takes Jesper's hand and does the same for him. "Better," he says a little cryptically. "Is everyone okay?" Jesper manages. His voice sounds strange in his own ears. "Nothing that won't heal," Edvin says quietly. "Come on. I need to check you over." He stands, holding out one hand. Jesper realises he is gripping Stefan's hand tighter than ever, torn palms leaving bloody streaks on his skin. He shakes his head mutely. He can't let go. Edvin sighs and nods. He sets the lantern on a stone and turns his attention to the gash in Jesper's temple, moving awkwardly in the cramped space. Jesper bites his lip and stares straight ahead as he probes the wound first with his fingers and then with a scrap of cloth soaked in something that stings. Edvin holds the lantern up in front of his face and he winces and tries to turn his head away, but cool fingers catch his chin and hold him in place while Edvin checks his eyes. "You'll hold," says Edvin eventually, sitting back on his heels. Jesper nods, mute again. If he opens his mouth, he will cry, and he will never stop. Edvin sighs again, and leaves, and Jesper loses more time.

Shouts, echoing in the wild dark. Too close to be outside the barricade. Jesper looks up, forces his stiff fingers closed around the saxe. They've broken through, and this will be the end. He stands and plants his body in the crevice entrance, a last line of defence. But the sky is no longer so dark or so wild, and the shouts are joyous, not despairing. The dawn has come, and Svengal's reinforcements march with it. Jesper sees Rollond in the crowd, charging at the head of the Wolves, an empty space by his side. Then the shouting mob of sea wolves pour over the barricade and are gone, the shieldmaidens thundering in their vanguard. He doesn't notice when he falls.

The journey back comes in glimpses. The eastern sun setting the clouds blazing gold. Thorn, wrapping him in a bear hug and handing back the sword he'd dropped. Hal, battered but smiling with leaves in his hair. Stefan, pale and still but awake at last on a stretcher carried by two of Wolfwind's crew. Hallasholm stretched out before them, waking in the dawn.

Too fucking slow, gutter bastard, spits Tursgud again, but it's a whisper, fading. Good race, friend, says Henjak.

There's not much travels faster than rumour. As they pour through the gate the whispers are already flying from mouth to mouth — about the skirl who held the Hunter's Pass with ten men, about the wild ride of the shieldmaidens, flying through the storm like the Valkyr to battle, about the rout of the invaders by the sea wolves' march. About the messenger who braved five miles of dark and rain to warn the town.

They're calling him a hero.

They're calling him Stormrunner.

Day Nine: Storm

it's very late I apologise it got away from me

so remember when I gave Jesper an earned-name for one line in burn it to ashes and salt the earth and really hoped someone would ask about it but no-one did? it's a moot point now because *SPOILER* he has one in TSC, but tough luck, you're getting my ramblings anyway

with many thanks to the Battle of Marathon, and to my favourite scene to overanalyse: the race from Outcasts

fic under the cut

stormrunner

The night is falling, the storm is closing in, and in the darkness around them rise shouts and crashes and the occasional flicker of a torch. The rain pours down, soaking through clothing and pooling in the makeshift embankments the crew are digging in frantic desperation. The noise and the torches draw closer. The invading force will be on them soon. They're out of time. "Jesper!" Hal calls. The lookout breaks away from his work stacking thorny brush and scrambles up the muddy slope to where Hal stands. There's been no time for care, and the brambles have left his arms bloody. Hal makes a note to ask Edvin to check over the barricade workers. Later. If they survive. "What is it, Hal?" There are no jokes in Jesper's voice now. The situation is too dire for that. "We can't hold out long," says Hal, and Jesper nods assent. This is a skirmishing brigade, not an invasion force, but whether they number a hundred or a thousand matters little when all they're facing is ten. The Herons can slow their advance, though. The hunter's road winds through a deep, narrow chasm just here, and the crew is dug in at its narrowest point, barring the way. If they can buy some time… "I need you to warn Hallasholm," says Hal. "What?" Jesper shakes his head. "I won't leave. Send… send Stefan." His voice cracks raw. "Please." Hal knows that if it had been Stefan he'd asked, he would be begging him to send Jesper. Please. "You're faster than Stefan." "Stig's better over distances than me," tries Jesper. He glances to the embankment, where Stefan is still piling thorns. His hands are bleeding too. "Hal. Please. Don't send me away." "I need Stig in the shield wall," says Hal, hardening his heart. "Follow the hunter's road and bring reinforcements. We need you, Jes." "Five miles," says Jesper, shucking his swordbelt and sheepskin vest, and Hal half-expects a complaint. His nerves are drawn cord-tight, and he thinks he might just slap his friend if he tries anything like that. But all Jesper says is, "I'll be back before you know it." He tries a smile, but it's tight and lopsided and shatters as he says, "Hal?' Hal cocks his head. "You'll be here when I get back. Promise. You'll all be here." He glances to Stefan again. "Promise me, Hal." Hal opens his mouth, not sure what he can say. It's not in him to make promises he can't keep. But Jesper is already running, slight figure vanishing into the rain and shadows.

Jesper runs hard, step after step after step, rocky path jarring up through his legs. The walls of the gorge cut high above him, dark against the night sky. He can't keep this pace up forever, but his crew is back there and he'll be damned if he's going to slow down. Jesper's been running to get away all his life. He won't break now that he's running for the lives of his friends. A stitch knots hard in his side. He pushes harder. The gorge ends, sharply, without warning, and the gale hits him like a blow. Jesper staggers sideways, almost loses his footing, pushes on. Thunder roars like army, like a ship's drum, like the crowd that lined the footrace course. Through the driving rain, he can almost see Henjak's rangy figure vanishing ahead, Tursgud's bulk looming at his side. The road slows, twisting and curving through sloping woods. Jesper leaves the track and pounds across the sodden ground, cutting through the bends and turns. His feet skid on mud and leaves. One boot catches a tree root and he goes down hard, rolling in the dirt, all the air driven out of him. His head slams against a stone and he thinks he can hear Tursgud laughing, just as he had years ago when Jesper tumbled over the finish line bare seconds too late. But Tursgud is dead, and Henjak now, too, spitted on a sword in western Arrida, and Jesper has no time for imagination. He scrambles back up and keeps going, blood and rain in his eyes. Step after step after step.

He doesn't know how long he's been running, how far he's come. Not far enough. He is nothing but breath and thunder and aching bones, and he runs. Behind him he thinks he hears cries, carried on the wind, and the clashing noise of battle. Stupid. No sound could get over the howl of the gale. There are other voices in the storm, or maybe in his head, and other Jespers running, on cobbles and grass and sand and stone.

Stop, thief!

Is that Anye's boy?

Blast second! He can still win!

I'll break your fingers, you little—

Get him!

A whirlpool of shouts, of pounding feet and exhaustion and terror, and none of that was ever as important as this. Because it's not his life he's running for. He's soaked through to the skin. His arms don't feel like they'll ever be warm again, but his chest burns. The world shatters white. Lighting spears the sky to a tree not twenty metres away, and the roar of thunder splits the air. Jesper pitches forward in the sudden clamour, all bearings gone, falling through solid sound until he crumples into a ditch. The urge to lie there and never move again is almost overwhelming, but he can almost see the figure of Henjak vanishing into the rain, and he can't let Hal down. He staggers to his feet and follows. Tursgud is laughing again behind his eyes. Too fucking slow, gutter bastard, he says, looking down at a sprawled body in front of the cheering brotherbands. Jesper can't let him be right.

Step after step after step and every bone feels loose, every muscle choked with sand. Jesper's breath tastes of iron. Tursgud is running alongside him now, sixteen and easy, lit by the bright sunshine of a Hallasholm spring. You'll never make it, he says as Jesper stumbles, catches himself on both palms, pushes onwards. "You're dead," he gasps into the teeth of the wind. Tursgud just gives a shark's grin and draws ahead, just as he did all those years ago, fading into the shadow. If Jesper is going mad, there's no time for that either.

The ground begins to rise, sloping upwards under his staggering feet, and Jesper almost sobs. He falls again, gets up with torn hands and bloody knees, fighting the winds and his own failing strength and Henjak's pity, Tursgud's scorn. Step. Step. And he crests the hill.

There, glittering through the dark and lashing rain, are the lights of Hallasholm. Still maybe half a mile yet, but this desperate journey has an end in sight. The lamps burn steady on the walls, and as Jesper pulls in a burning, shuddering breath, the wind turns.

And backs.

The wind streams down towards Hallasholm and Jesper sprints with it, long downhill strides with the gale at his back. He runs in the wings of the storm. He's almost to the wall. A shadow flickers beside him. Dark eyes, shark smile, bulky boxer's shoulders, slowly dropping behind as Jesper runs. And then Tursgud is gone.

The gate stands a little ajar. On this wild night the guard on duty has probably sloped off to the keep, hiding from the rain. Jesper slips through and pounds down the silent streets, the occasional flash of lamps through a shutter adding to the there-and-gone moonlight. He cuts into one of the worse neighbourhoods — familiar territory. There's more light in the windows here, and as Jesper passes the gaping mouth of an alley a man stumbles out, reeling and stinking of ale, groping fingers clutching at Jesper's shirt. Jesper drops a shoulder and catches him in the chest, sends him sprawling. By the time the man has clambered back to his feet he is already gone. One last turn, and the moonlight spatters through the clouds and over the wide, cobbled street leading to the Oberjarl's hall. In the flickering silver glow, Jesper thinks he sees a shape, lanky limbs and smiling golden face.

Henjak raises a fist in salute and steps aside to let him pass.

****

I've got another half a chapter written (told you it got away from me) and I might pop it up on AO3 once it's done — depends if anyone wants it

[fir-freund]

Ooh tell us about your ocs

Oh oh ok!!! I know you’re asking, but I’m still try & keep it brief/not super infodump-y. Also gonna hold off on talking about things like AUs & keep it to 4 of my fav characters rn tho I can absolutely do a separate post if you wanna hear about the rest

Ortello Sanctity Israith (He/They/She)

Ortello was originally my first serious D&D character, but they over time just turned into a catch all character for non serious projects. Adopted as a child and later became a viscount on a technicality but distances themself from their family since their father is Not A Good Person. Sociable, bimbo (honorific), loves getting to travel and see new places (though has a strong wish to plant roots & make a home for a family of their own); Bird Fanatic.

Jodi Enormia (She/Her & We/Us)

Also a D&D character, but one I haven’t gotten to play yet (though she’s been around since about 2018). Flower child hippy revival and Scandinavian folk aesthetics meet Marshal Applewhite & The Branch Davidian. Very worldly, kind, gentle and soft speaking, but can quickly become loud and passionate when speaking about her “god”, the Father (other names include: The Sower of The Meadow, Caretaker of The Evergreen Pasture). She generally acts as a vessel for the Father and thus is prone to using adjectives like We, Us and Our when talking. Stumbled across what was known as “The Pasture” as a child when fleeing a fire that consumed her childhood home; quickly found and made a new family for herself long w/ her god.

Island/Edvin (He/Him)

One of my favorite and most developed Ghost ocs, steadily turning multi-use. He’s truthfully been my comfort character for the past year or two, so I may I go dump about him a bit gkfjskdk. One part human and one part earth ghoul, Island has served the church for many years and has been a congregate for even longer. In the most basic terms, he acts as a bodyguard, making sure higher church officials are safe and end up where they need to be. Island is a very devout man of faith and could be considered a bit of a traditionalist in some ways. He’s big and kinda scary, the fact he’s for the most part very quiet and introverted doesn’t help that, but don’t be fooled! He’s truly very kind and can show gentleness to those who need it; plus he’s a bit of a romantic, he values relationships of all kinds. His feelings for the current papa are super messy and I’ve already said a lot so tl;dr “I wanna fuck you so bad I’m making myself look silly”.

Charlie Samuel Demirović (He/Him)

This is sorta a plug for my comic, I’m not sorry He’s been a character in my roster for years now, but I haven’t truly given him a clear story until about 2-3 years ago when I started clearing up what would become Raising Ripley. Charlie is a “old”punk, but he’s not jaded or shitty about it, he’ll complement your patches and invite you to a show happening later in the week. He’s truly pretty smart and has a good head on his shoulders, but has a habit of purposefully making the wrong choice and doing things without truly thinking. Has goals and knows what he wants, but can be stagnant and not have a clear idea of how to get there. At current/within the time the comic takes place, he’s working on changing his character and do better for his daughter, Ripley, before she’s old enough to think of him as being a bad person.

[thelastranger]

Tales to Tell in the Storm pt 2.

Lydia is in the Skandian underworld and two gods are arguing over what is going to happen to her. It's her choice- but should she choose rest or should she choose revenge against the Sharks? 

Lydia is the last of the Herons to hold out against the Sharks and their cowardly ambush. She's at her peak, slinging darts and holding her own. The Sharks, lead by Tursgurd, the coward, killed everyone else before advancing for Lydia. Lydia had never hated anyone more than Tursgurd than in that moment. She would do anything for revenge. Her family was murdered and by an old childhood bully who couldn’t let past slights go. Lydia is smart and takes down as many as she can, but Pedra gets a lucky shot in and she goes down. Lydia wakes up in a strange place, grey and misty. It smells vaguely like the ocean and she swears she can see a bright mead hall in the distance. She starts walking and sees two figures arguing. A man and a woman, both clad in black.

Lydia draws closer to the pair and they spare her one glance before continuing their argument. The man was clad in typical hunter's garb, not unlike what Lydia was wearing herself. His dark hair was tied back and he seemed to melt into the shadows around him.

"She'll go with me, Hulde. There's no question about that." Hulde, that name rang a bell for Lydia, but she couldn't place it.

"She's in my realm with no charm. Unless you want to try to claim her and test me," The woman, Hulde apparently, sounded calm but there was an undercurrent of sharpness in her voice. “We both know you cannot beat me Ullr.” 

The woman turned to face Lydia and Lydia almost took a step back. Half of the woman’s face was pale  and the other half of her face was a mottled black and blue. Recognition flashed on Lydia’s face. She had heard of a woman associated with death and remembered Edvin telling her how he wore a charm to protect against Hulde, the goddess of death. She also recognized the name Ullr. It was the name Thorn always muttered when he killed a deer and it was the name that the women in the market always thanked when Lydia came back with meat. He was the Skandian god of hunters. Wait, if Ullr and Hulde, the goddess of death, were here with Lydia, did that mean...

Hulde seemed to know what Lydia was thinking and smiled, cold yet comforting. “Yes, Lydia. You are dead.” If Lydia hadn’t known deep down, she would have been shocked. Hulde continued as Ullr glared at her.

“Tursgurd and his sharks killed you, the last Heron,” The mention of the Herons hurt Lydia. Their deaths were too soon. “Normally, since you died in battle with a weapon in hand, you would join my  glorious mead hall and see your friends again.” There was silence for a minute.

“But I’m not Skandian,” protested Lydia. “I don’t even believe in you.”

Ullr and Hulde exchanged amused glances. “It’s not a matter of you believing in us, it’s a matter of us believing in you.” said Ullr, like to a child.

“You risked your life to save Skandia many times over. You have shed blood for Skandia and helped bring back our most important treasure. You are the best Skandia has to offer, we have always kept an eye on you, and yet you were cut down at your peak.” Hulde’s face grew dark, shadows in her eyes. “In normal circumstances, you would join my hall and live the rest of eternity in here with the dead, but Ullr stepped in.”

Lydia felt a glimmer of hope. “You’re going to let me live again?” Maybe she could get her revenge on the Sharks then.

A hearty chuckle escaped Ullr’s lips.

“No child,” said Hulde. “Ullr wants you to be one of his hunters.” Lydia was not expecting that.

“You’ll spend eternity with me, hunting animals in forests and monsters in other realms. You would be invincible.”

A scowl darkened Lydia’s face. “There’s only one monster I want to hunt. After that, I want to rest.” All she really wanted was to forget her pain, to feel happy again.

Ullr leaned forward eagerly. He loved any type of hunt and revenge, especially the way Lydia would enact it, was one big hunt. “I can arrange that. It won’t be easy for you but it will be the most satisfying thing you’ll ever do. And then you can continue to hunt the Sharks again and again for eternity. Your skills are unrivaled, you would become a legend.” Right now, hunting the Sharks sounded like it would make her happy. She would get revenge for her brothers in arms.

Hulde protested. “You do not have the power to do that Ullr! But if the girl wants to hunt her prey and make her decision after that, I have no objection. I know your ways Ullr and I know Lydia all too well.”

Ullr grinned, a grin that promised blood revenge, and the thrill of the hunt. “Deal.”

Instantly, Lydia was transported back into the forest near Hallasholm. She flexed her hands, getting a feel for them again. Her atlatl, well worn and loved, was at her side again. It had been smashed in the fight against the Sharks, but it seemed that Hulde or Ullr, she didn't care who, had restored it.

The air was filled with more sounds and scents than Lydia had ever experienced and she took it all in, realizing that this is how she would feel the rest of the days hunting with Ullr and his hunters.

The Sharks were easy to track down, drunk with overconfidence from their false victory and drunk in bars. Lydia relished the fright in their eyes as they saw the ghost of the last Heron approach to take her revenge. Pedra, Knut, all of them fell until Tursgurd was left. Lydia showed no mercy to the murderers of the Herons. She didn’t kill them, but she put fear in their bones and left them to face justice, a slow death.

Out of all the Sharks, Tursgurd had the sense to leave Skandia and keep a low profile. He was no match for Lydia however. She found him in a tiny, trashy bar bragging about his accomplishments to a band of pirates. It figures that Tursgurd would keep company with criminals. Lydia smiled to herself as she thought about how her mission would finally be complete and the Herons would be avenged. Hal, Stig, Thorn, Edvin, Stefan, Jesper, Ulf and Wulf, and sweet Ingvar. The other punishments were out of Lydia’s hands, but Tursgurd’s was going to personal. Lydia would show him no mercy.

Lydia didn’t want anyone to see her so she waited until Tursgurd was alone. As she crouched on the roof in the shadows above the bar, her normally focused mind wandered. The stars reminded her of Edvin. One night while they were on watch together, Edvin had showed Lydia all the Skandian constellations and which ones were used for navigation. In turn, Lydia had told Edvin of the Limmet stories about the stars. Edvin had always been so curious and willing to learn, it made Lydia’s heart hurt whenever she thought about him.

All of the Herons held a special place in Lydia’s heart. How could they not? They had saved her life in so many ways countless times. They had embraced her and given her a new family. Hal had given her purpose, Thorn had given her a reason to keep her wits about her, and Ingvar had given her a reason to keep hope alive.

Movement below stirred Lydia from her thoughts. Tursgurd was on the move. A deadly smile spread across Lydia’s face. It was time for the hunt. She wasn’t used to hunting in a city, but Lydia would do her best.

Tursgurd staggered through the streets, pausing only to stumble into an alley. Lydia ran across the rooftops of the dingy town, barely making a sound. Her padded soles fit perfectly to the nooks and crannies; everyone of her senses was fired up. The perfect hunter hunting the perfect prey.

Vomited splashed onto the stone street and Lydia felt a flicker of disgust run through her. It had been so long since she had felt anything since accepting Ullr’s offer. The brief sentimental thought here and there, but hunting down the Sharks left no space in her mind for memories.

Lydia pushed herself off of the roof and landed silently behind Tursgurd who was crouching on his knees. As she raised her atlatl, the ghost of Ingvar flashed in front of her eyes. The shock was enough to make Lydia take a step back. Tursgurd was still puking his guts out. If Lydia could have felt anything, it would have been some perverse form of pity for Tursgurd. The way he was drinking and the company he was keeping, he wouldn’t last long. Good, thought Lydia viciously. The rest of the Herons appeared in her vision, silent and judging only for a moment before disappearing. She knew what she had to do.

Shaking her head, Lydia took a step forward and stopped. What was she doing? Suddenly Lydia tired, more tired than she had ever been in her life. She could feel it in her bones. She was tired of the endless hunt and she was tired of revenge. Revenge felt good at first, Lydia could never deny that, but it took its toll. Lydia hadn’t felt anything for ages and she had become what she hated in life- someone who abused their power. Someone like Tursgurd.

Tursgurd still hadn’t noticed Lydia, not that she had expected him to. She let out a dark chuckle, which made Tursgurd whirl around.

“Who's there?" demand Tursgurd roughly. Lydia stepped forward, keeping in the shadows. It was time. Time for the Herons to be avenged.

Tursgurd was still wildly looking around. As Lydia stepped silently into the weak light, Tursgurd scrambled back.

“No! No, you’re- you’re dead.” The fear in Tursgurd eyes would have been more satisfying if it wasn’t overwhelmed by a drunken glaze.

“Herons always come back, Tursgurd. Didn’t you know?” Lydia leaned forward ever so slightly, half her face covered by black and blue shadows. “I will always haunt you. The Herons will always haunt you. Sharks can’t swim backwards, but you will never escape the past.”

Tursgurd had an angry look in his eyes and tried to land a clumsy, weak punch on Lydia. She easily side stepped him and pushed him to the ground. He landed with a hard crack and stayed there, cowering. Tursgurd had never been superstitious, but the ghost of the girl he had killed was in front of him and one could not deny what is in front of their eyes. Lydia stalked over to him silently, a hunter over her prey.

“I’m not going to kill you Tursgurd. You’re doing a fine enough job of that on your own. I’m here to let you know that I could kill you, but I won’t. A mercy you didn’t give us.” Tursgurd started to protest, but Lydia was in no mood to hear it. She used her atlatl like a club and Tursgurd was out cold. Someone would find him in the morning and drag him out. Hopefully he would remember the night. If not, she had a feeling that Tursgurd would never have a good night’s rest again. Ullr had a strange sense of humor and liked to play with his prey. Lydia felt it was unprofessional, but in this case, she didn’t care.

Suddenly, Lydia felt overwhelmingly exhausted. She was done with her final hunt. It hadn’t helped her like she thought it would. The only thing that had made her feel better was the sense of approval she felt when she let Tursgurd go. It was a very Hal thing of her to do. It was almost like he was watching her.

The shadows thickened around Lydia and in an instant, she was transported back to Hulde’s realm.

Only Hulde was standing in the shadows. Ullr was nowhere in sight.

“Have you made your choice Lydia?” asked Hulde, like she already knew the answer. Lydia did know her answer. She supposed that she had always known her answer deep down. Rage couldn’t fill her and it wouldn’t bring her family back. Lydia made her choice.

Lydia nodded and Hulde stepped forward to guide Lydia forward.

“Come, child. Your friends are waiting for you.”

Hulde and Lydia started walking towards the mead hall glowing in the distance. They walked in silence until they approached the doors. At the closed doors, strong and imposing, Lydia looked up at Hulde.

“Was I-” Lydia trailed off. She didn’t want to know the answer. Hulde knew what Lydia was trying to say.

“You weren’t the only one who had a challenge. You were the only one who Ullr chose. Your friends had,” Hulde paused here. “Your friends had other things to do.”

Lydia could feel the sense of belonging deep in her bones, but she was hesitant. 

Hulde’s tone was gentle. “Go, your family is waiting.” At this Hulde disappeared, leaving Lydia alone. Thoughts were swirling in Lydia’s head and all she could think about was how this was what felt right, despite her disbelief.

So Lydia turned and pushed open the doors, walking into the hall, ready to see her family again.

[skruttet]

Moominvalley Articles & Interviews

“As we follow the story of Moomintroll’s growth and encounters with his family and other creatures, we learn more about our own humanity, relationships and emotions – and especially about love. Moominvalley is an uplifting series with many positive messages!” - https://www.moomin.com/en/moominvalley/ (not an article I just wanna show that that’s the ‘official’ description of the series kinda?)

Here’s just a bunch of links to articles & interviews for personal reference & if you love getting more insight into the series like me! Keep in mind that the character interviews may also mention general stuff and vice versa. These definitely aren’t all the articles on the series; I may add more in the future. Oh I also decided to add the creators’ comments at the end bc why not.

General

Interview w/ Nick Ostler & Mark Huckerby - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-nick-ostler-mark-huckerby-writers/

Interview w/ Steve Box - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-director-steve-box/

Filmed interview w/ Steve Box - https://youtu.be/87AZPOgeRZw

Filmed interview w/ Steve Box - https://youtu.be/MrsiSBCNVMA

Filmed interview w/ John Woolley - https://youtu.be/Gw632m9UELM

Filmed interview w/ Nick & Mark - https://youtu.be/U3YNOC2Vh8g

Filmed interview w/ Sarah Hauldren - https://youtu.be/X8njAQBlddQ

Interview w/ Marika Makaroff - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/01/29/uuden-muumilaakso-sarjan-aiti-on-kuin-muumipeikko-utelias-drama-queen-joka

General Info - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/01/07/miksi-oi-miksi-lahes-kaikki-mita-haluat-tietaa-uudesta-muumilaakso-animaatiosta

World Premiere - https://areena.yle.fi/1-50054235

Interview w/ Marika Makaroff, Steve Box, and Antti Haikala - https://animation-week.com/moominvalley/

Recorded interview w/ Marika Makaroff - https://areena.yle.fi/1-4612555

Filmed interview w/ Marika Makaroff - https://areena.yle.fi/1-4097573

Filmed interview w/ Marika Makaroff - https://areena.yle.fi/1-4080409

https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/inews.co.uk/culture/television/moominvalley-moomins-sky-tv-series-finnish-crown-jewels-sophia-jansson-503534%3famp

Makaroff & Box - https://www.broadcastnow.co.uk/sky/moominvalley-sky-1/5138593.article

Interview w/ Nick & Mark - https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/books/2019/apr/06/it-is-a-religion-how-the-world-went-mad-for-moomins

Interview w/ Marika Makaroff - https://www.is.fi/viihde/art-2000006014107.html

Interview w/ Nick & Mark - https://www.pressreader.com/australia/sfx/20190327/page/22 (I think you have to make an account or something but I somehow found a bit of it once and posted a quote)

Characters

Character Biographies - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-character-biographies/

Finnish Voices - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/01/07/muumilaakson-hahmot-heraavat-henkiin-tunnettujen-nayttelijoiden-aanilla-talta

Moomintroll

Interview w/ Taron Egerton - https://pgsentertainment.com/blog/interview-with-taron-edgerton-the-voice-of-moomintroll-in-the-new-moominvalley-series

Filmed interview w/ Christoffer Strandberg - https://youtu.be/HOTRlrdGo2s

Filmed interview w/ Joonas Nordman - https://youtu.be/hbhLe13RGzM

Filmed interview w/ Joonas Nordman - https://areena.yle.fi/1-50022764

Filmed interview w/ Joonas Nordman - https://youtu.be/n8kU8qau1LE

Interview w/ Christoffer Strandberg - https://svenska.yle.fi/artikel/2018/11/27/christoffer-strandberg-i-ny-roll-att-bli-ihagkommen-av-barnen-som-mumin-det-ar-ju

Snufkin

Interview w/ Edvin Endre - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-edvin-endre-snufkin/

Filmed interview w/ Edvin Endre - https://youtu.be/LWndo1CkAag

Snorkmaiden

Interview w/ Akiya Henry - https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/alt-africa.com/2019/04/19/red-carpet-moominvalley-adapted-for-sky-one-interview-with-akiya-henry/amp/

Filmed interview w/ Alina Tomnikov - https://youtu.be/2KQX4Tkg6LU

Filmed interview w/ Edith Holmström - https://youtu.be/9yeaDG2ofKk

Interview w/ Alina Tomnikov - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/02/25/alina-tomnikov-niiskuneiti-on-parhaimmillaan-optimisti-ja-ennakkoluuloton

Recorded interview w/ Makaroff & Tomnikov - https://areena.yle.fi/1-50080966

Filmed interview w/ Makaroff & Tomnikov (not available in England) - https://areena.yle.fi/1-50080896

Filmed interview w/ Alina Tomnikov - https://areena.yle.fi/1-50080937

Moominmamma

Interview w/ Rosamund Pike - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-rosamund-park-moominmamma/

Filmed interview w/ Rosamund Pike & Taron Egerton - https://youtu.be/ReojzD8o4RE

Interview w/ Satu Silvo - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/03/11/satu-silvo-tunnistaa-muumimamman-itsessaan-ja-lahipiirissaan

Moominpappa

Filmed interview w/ Carl-Kristian Rundman - https://youtu.be/F6bG6oGrqrE

Interview w/ Ville Haapasalo - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/03/18/ville-haapasalossa-ja-muumipapassa-on-paljon-samaa-pipon-ja-silinterihatun-alla

Filmed interview w/ Carl-Kristian Rundman - https://areena.yle.fi/1-50081047

Little My

Interview w/ Bel Powley - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-bel-powley-little-my/

Filmed interview w/ Saga Sarkola - https://youtu.be/Dfb3wtZoTM8

Interview w/ Bel Powley - https://www.irishnews.com/lifestyle/2019/04/22/news/tv-quickfire-moominvalley-makes-you-think-about-families-that-are-a-bit-different-1599165/

Interview w/ Saga Sarkola - https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/muumilaaksoa-tahdittava-saga-sarkola-yritan-imea-itseeni-kaiken-pikku-myysta-huokuvan-voiman/7274376#gs.58w9yk

Interview w/ Kiti Kokkonen - https://www.is.fi/viihde/art-2000006014095.html

Sniff

Interview w/ Warwick Davis - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-warwick-davis-sniff/

Filmed interview w/ Andreas af Enehielm - https://youtu.be/Aa0IAAzsvp4

Filmed interview w/ Markku Haussila - https://youtu.be/eIq30qj5XEs

Interview w/ Markku Haussila - https://yle.fi/aihe/artikkeli/2019/03/04/nipsun-aaninayttelija-markku-haussila-kaikkea-ei-pida-ottaa-niin-tosissaan

Mymble

Interview w/ Jennifer Saunders - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-jennifer-saunders-mymble/

Filmed interview w/ Jennifer Saunders - https://youtu.be/j5Z8tQ-DmJc

Too-ticky

Interview w/ Katie Leung - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-katie-leung-too-ticky/

Interview w/ Katie Leung (Moominvalley is only briefly mentioned) - https://www.scotsman.com/news-2-15012/beyond-hogwarts-harry-potter-s-katie-leung-on-her-role-in-gripping-new-drama-1-4796576

Emma

Interview w/ Alison Steadman - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-alison-steadman-emma-the-stage-rat/

Muskrat

Interview w/ Will Self - https://tvfeatures.bradfordzone.co.uk/2019/04/15/moominvalley-interview-with-will-self-the-muskrat/

Misabel

Filmed interview w/ Kaj Korkea-aho - https://youtu.be/ReojzD8o4RE

Creators’ Comments

The Beginning - https://youtu.be/mbZalqK3D5U

Episode 1 - Little My Moves In - https://youtu.be/vHcyHAgSegM

Episode 2 - The Spring Tune - https://youtu.be/5spVFKMJGJE

Episode 3 - The Last Dragon in the World - https://youtu.be/000yduwfbQo

Episode 4 - Moominsummer Madness - https://youtu.be/dFrgBNque7k

Episode 5 - The Golden Tale - https://youtu.be/Kp2iAnv_jdM

Episode 6 - The Secret of the Hattifatteners - https://youtu.be/A8RRK5ro7KM

Episode 7 - Snufkin and the Park Keeper - https://youtu.be/wFkul9-TNO0

Episode 8 - Monster Fish - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBvAHDui11I

Episode 9 - Night of the Groke - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=362CK8Nrczg

Episode 10 - Moominmamma’s Maid - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRVILnppQd8

Episode 11 - Ghost Story - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOSKU5LQPFw

Episode 12 - The Invisible Child - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq9OmwhZ4Xo

Episode 13 - Midwinter Ancestor - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKfPMs83Amw

[tookette]

7, 13, 24, 32, 36 o/

7. What song is your aesthetic?

This one is really hard oO

It changes often

I’d say...

Okay

Tosca Fantasy by Edvin Marton

And Merry Go Round by YOHIO

Yes they’re two very different songs

13. Talk about an au or story you came up with.

I have so many stories and aus Eli no

Eeeeeerrrrrh

Okay soooo

Regarding thiiiiiiis post

Reiji’s a mechanic who works for Ranmaru and Camus.

Both are barons. They’re not nice barons.

He maintains mostly Camus’ partner (a doll named Ai)

Only he’s the only one outside of their house that knows Ai’s a doll.

Ai’s pretty handy as an assassin but Reiji doesn’t know that.

He’s just a mechanic, please leave him out of this.

Also there are two more handsome gentlemen, who want to bring down Camus and Ranmaru.

(Take a guess who they are)

24. What is your favorite thing to learn about?

Ghost stories I think

Creepy legends

Medieval legends

32. Do you have any strange interests?

Eeeerh

Strange interests

I don’t know?

Creepy stuff?

Does that count as strange?

36. Do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.)

Bouncing my leg.

Usually the right one, I think.

Sometimes I sway side to side when I’m thinking or lost in thought

Drumming my fingers

(I did the last two while answering your question without even thinking about it XD)

[eddycurrents]

Lobster Johnson: The Burning Hand - Chapter One

Story: Mike Mignola & John Arcudi | Art: Tonci Zonjic | Colours: Dave Stewart | Letters: Clem Robins

Originally published by Dark Horse in Lobster Johnson: The Burning Hand #1 | January 2012

Collected in Lobster Johnson - Volume 2: The Burning Hand

Plot Summary:

In 1932, Herald Tribune Reporter Cindy Tynan searches for clues about a rash of fake Indian Ghost murders and gets some information from Harry McTell.

Reading Notes:

(Note: Pagination is in reference to the chapter itself and is not indicative of anything found in the issue or collections.)

pg. 1 - Tonci Zonjic and Dave Stewart make even simple conversation look gorgeous. Arguing over Buster Keaton is also a nice bit of period culture from Mignola and Arcudi.

Random trivia: This story is happening on my birthday, almost fifty years before I was born. Though I personally like when they establish time and place through a more formal narration box, incorporating it into a newspaper blowing through the street is a nice bit of incidental storytelling.

pg. 2 - Gruesome scalping.

pg. 4/5 - Beautiful double-page spread. I really like Stewart’s choice for the muted colour scheme here. Working with somewhat earthy colours and somewhat ethereal greys and whites, with just a hint of blue. It gets that “ghost Indian” idea across well. The red on the knives and axes in the final panel is also a really great visual.

pg. 6 - Perfect last minute save from Lobster Johnson.

pg. 8 - Hard-boiled cop with a heart of gold. Young, investigative reporter with a penchant of getting into trouble looking for the scoop. I love these character archetypes.

pg. 10 - The investigation doesn’t seem to be going so well.

pg. 11 - Harry McTell and Cindy Tynan seem like a good pairing. Also, a simple way of stating that McTell’s class and skin colour virtually renders him invisible when it comes to what he hears and what people will tell him.

pg. 12-13 - This tease of these two is interesting. Especially with the guy in the background hilariously trying to mug to the woman while with his wife/girlfriend.

pg. 14 - I quite like that they’re building up McTell in the beginning here. He was featured well in the present, assisting the Bureau with their Memnan Saa investigation, so it’s nice to see him fleshed out even more here.

pg. 16 - It’s funny that the ghost Indian attacks by known mobsters would come down to a real estate scheme.

pg. 17 - Also, I like that we’re coming to this early into the Lobster’s career. We already saw the end, so now we’re getting the beginning (or close to it).

pg. 18 - Love the design for the Peter Lorre inspired character.

pg. 20 - Being more concerned about the beer than human lives sure gives us a picture of Wald’s priorities.

pg. 22 - Sometimes the familiar story conventions really are the best.

Final Thoughts:

I love Tonci Zonjic’s artwork. He has a refined, deceptively simple style that reminds me of Alex Toth, Will Eisner, Steve Lieber, Michael Lark, and Tim Sale, as well as fellow Croatians Edvin Biukovic, Goran Parlov, and Goran Sudzuka. It’s a versatile style that works really well for horror, war, and western tales, but exceedingly great for mystery and noir. Especially period pieces. Just on a visual level, Zonjic’s Lobster Johnson feels right and it’s generally his Lobster I picture when I think of the character now. It captures the same sort of tone and atmosphere of the best stories of The Spirit and The Shadow, revelling in the pulp sensibilities.

d. emerson eddy enjoys his lobster with butter.

[yoyo-inspace]

MOOMINVALLEY is based on the beloved Moomin stories by Tove Jansson and will consist of two series of 13 x 22-minute-long episodes. It will broadcast in 2019 on Sky One in the UK and public broadcaster YLE in Finland. The show is being created by an outstanding team, including Oscar®-winning director Steve Box (Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit).

Cast and characters:

Moominmamma – Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl, A United Kingdom, An Education)

Moominpappa – Matt Berry (The IT Crowd, Toast of London, The Philanthropist)

Moomintroll – Taron Egerton (Kingsman, Eddie the Eagle, Testament of Youth)

Snorkmaiden – Akiya Henry (Bing, Bottersnikes and Gumble, Noddy in Toyland)

Sniff – Warwick Davis (Harry Potter, Star Wars, Life’s Too Short)

Little My – Bel Powley (The Diary of a Teenage Girl, A Royal Night Out, Carrie Pilby)

Snufkin – Edvin Endre (Eddie the Eagle, Vikings, Nameja gredzens)

Ninny – Mayumi Kawai

Teety-Woo – Matt Lucas (Bridesmaids, Doctor Who, Little Britain)

Too-Ticky – Katie Leung (Harry Potter)

Misabel – Rebecca Root (The Danish Girl, Boy Meets Girl)

Mymble – Jennifer Saunders (Absolutely Fabulous, French and Saunders, Shrek)

Emma the Stage Rat – Alison Steadman (Gavin & Stacey, Pride & Prejudice)

Hemulen (Female) – Susie Brann

Hemulen (Male) – Joe Wilkinson (Rovers, Miranda, Him & Her)

Mrs Fillyjonk – Kate Winslet (Titanic, Revolutionary Road, The Reader)

The Muskrat – Will Self (Shooting Stars, author of Phone and Sky Arts drama The Minor Character)

The Ghost – Richard Ayoade (The IT Crowd, presenter of Travel Man & Crystal Maze)

[jenesmilian]

Let me introduce you to my Guardian, [encrypted]. His name is not know as he works in the shadows. Even the vanguard don't know his name. Only his Ghost knows. That's why they call him The Guardian.

My Guardian knows of his past life. He is Awoken so when he visited dreaming city some people there recognized him. That's when he got curious and started investigating and found out what he had lost.

Here is his Ghost, Edvin. People call him Ed. He is a curious little light. Because of that Edvin gets into lot's of trouble. That's when the Guardian usually has to clean up after him or save him.

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In the future I may share more of my Guardians and Edvins story. I have a lot to tell. Especially how my Guardian found about his past, how he died and who he used to be. And maybe I will share his name along the stories.