#not so much other people that are here just for my art but more so myself

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Domestic + Intimate Headcanons

*Minus Caleb only because his myth and cards aren't out yet, and I don't feel confident adding him when there's so much lore and little quirks we still don't know about him. I shall make a separate post for him if this goes well.

But Hi! This is my 1st hc so please go easy on me. I believe some of the bullet points on here are canon, but I can’t help talking abt how cute this all is 🫠 I'm not the best writer and I tried so hard to be impartial, but you can probably still tell where my bias lies LOL

As always these are just my opinions!!

tags: headcanon, fluff, mostly gender neutral, but these lean towards an afab + fem!reader, 18+

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Disclaimer: I personally think all of them like praise, body worship and are humungous eaters. If the specifications aren't noted under your fav LI, it's because I didn't want this too become too redundant!

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Rafayel

SFW

• Has definitely set up a date where you do that TikTok trend painting portraits of each other

• Hates the caricature you two posed for at the amusement park

• On more than one occasion you've (jokingly) threatened to frame said caricature at his gallery to shut him up during an argument

• Is an escape artist. He has a long history of being captured/on the run. It’s no wonder he could easily untie himself from your ropes

• I don't think we talk enough about how rich this man is, but I think he'd be quite into second hand fashion. Think runway archives, vintage designer pieces, custom couture, etc.

• Always drives over the speed limit

• Will never tease you during your art lessons with him

• THE best bf to take pictures of you for your social media accounts. He’d suggest different poses while contorting himself in odd positions on the ground just to get the perfect angle

• Sings you to sleep

• Surprisingly good at doing hair. If you need help dying, braiding, or putting your hair in rollers, he'd actually do a pretty good job.

• Created an entire album on his phone of candid photos he took when you weren't looking

• Also made a scrapbook of polaroids from all your scenic dates and vacations together, most of them are of you

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• He’s a mermaid. He is the motion of the ocean. The hip movements? Stamina? Best (and prettiest) dick game goes to him, I’m sorry.

• LOUD, noisy, and talkative. Starts to ramble when he’s close

• Wax play? [in the submissive]

• Nipple play [in the submissive]

• Edging + Milking

• I think his open vulnerability makes people think he’s more sub leaning, but some of it’s for show

• Because of your bond, he’ll submit; but he’ll do it in such a way that you’re right where he wants you to effectively make the switch

• Make no mistake, he doesn’t mind subbing from time to time. He loves seeing you on top of him, using his body. He feels a sense of accomplishment being a vessel for your pleasure

• There was a tweet that explained how Raf would be a bit of a bully as a dom, but in the best way (recommended read)

• Chuckles and coos at you after each of your orgasms

• Isn’t into watersports, but gets a massive ego boost if you squ*rt

• Is sometimes overly arrogant about toys, but is also so obsessed with you, that he made you get molds of each other on the rare occasions you’re apart for too long

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Sylus

SFW

• Has asked his private chef for a one on one culinary lesson to impress you with a home cooked meal

• A patron and secret lover of the arts. Dabbles in the opera, theatre and certain musicals

• He’s*slightly* better at drawing and singing than he lets on, but loves taking the piss

• This man is so funny, but his life and profession is all too serious, making the small moments of banter more precious for the both of you

• Will also hum to lull you to sleep

• Secret polyglot

• His way of ending petty arguments with you is by throwing you over his shoulder and going to bed

• Retail therapy connoisseur

• Surprisingly handy

• He of course, only likes visiting Linkon to see you, but also likes your apartment. While it’s microscopic in his eyes, he slowly understands what small things make a home feel cozy and tries to replicate that at his

• He’s intrigued by your self care sessions and will often indulge, joining in with the sheet masks, aromatherapy, massages and waxing (he likes the heat of the wax lol). He’ll put on a brave face and deny the pain, boasting about his high tolerance

• Spoils you in general, but especially when you’re sick or on your period

• Will carry you around just cause -much like a typical cat owner who loves to randomly pick up and cuddle their cat LOL

• Would buy out a restaurant for the night and have the orchestra play a medley of some of your favourite songs you’ve discovered from his record collection

• There’s really no such thing as small gestures with him

NSFW

• Marking

• Nipple play (giving and receiving)

• Blindfolds

• Certified munch; almost loves it more than penetrative sex

• AND HE 10000% HOLDS YOUR HANDS WHILE GOING DOWN ON YOU— WHY ISNT THIS WRITTEN MORE IN FICS

• Pleasure dom. He’s not sadistic or a bully when it comes to overstimulation (unlike Raf), he’s the very definition of “will talk you through it”

• Absolutely the type to coo at the sounds and faces you make. You could not look more adorable in his eyes

• Likes watching you solo

• Your satisfaction is his priority, so he’s not intimidated by toys. That being said, he definitely owns a remote vibrator

• Phone sex. No question

• In addition to phone sex, he bought those long distance bluetooth couple’s toys that sync up with each other so it’ll react to both of your movements in real time

• In the submissive, he really loves to see you in control of your own pleasure. He’ll encourage you to use him (eg face sitting, leg humping, cowgirl, etc)

• Slight masochist; those cuffs, paddles and chains are for him 😭 he’s curious to see how far you’ll go. By the end of it all, he’ll use his evol to free himself of whatever restraint he’s under

•As far as a degradation kink, I don’t see it for him, sorry. He adores you too much to call his sweetie a “slut”, “whore”, “filthy,” and so on

• Not as rough as he appears. Really the only time he’s rougher than he realises, is when he’s biting you

• If you want it more aggressive, you’ll have to ask. Even then, he’ll be cautious not to overdo it. The last thing he wants is to hurt you

• It’s canon he loves praise. Giving and receiving

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Xavier

SFW

• Low-key likes to carry you around and his fav way is by piggyback ride (loves being physically close to you and the way you cling to him)

• Will fast all day just for Hotpot or Brazilian steakhouse

• Is much better at baking than cooking

• Leaves you Post-it note love letters in places like mirrors, cabinets, and drawers, before he leaves after spending the night

• Unintentional comedian. He's sometimes taken aback by your laughter, but it only encourages him to keep talking just to hear it again

• He honestly loves sharing things with you; food, books, (his) hoodies, etc. He just doesn’t like sharing YOU

• Would plan a scavenger hunt date

• Is always playing coy because he knows it triggers your cuteness aggression

• The pettiest of petty when he's upset or threatened (look up his affinity lvl 140 video call)

• Sometimes stricter than Zayne when it comes to your health & recovery. He hates to see you over-exerting yourself after an injury and has scolded you before about taking it easy

• Loves to get ready for bed with you at the same time. Showering together, doing skincare together, brushing teeth together; whatever you’re doing he’s either tagging along or sitting there watching you

• When he’s spending the night, he can't fall asleep without you playing with his hair and holding hands

• Learned your favourite flower and has been secretly sneaking into Jeremiah’s greenhouse planting and tending to a small bush of them to gift to you whenever

NSFW

• Thigh job

• Mating press

• Morning sex, specifically morning head (f receiving)

• While going down on you, he def seems like the type to keep going after you’ve climaxed, but he slows down his movements, giving languid kisses to your center to help ride out the wave of pleasure vs intentional overstimulation (though he isn’t against that either)

• It seems that the consensus on here is that he's the best eater of the LIs? I don't necessarily disagree; I'm just not completely sure if that title goes to him quite yet

• The most primal and rough of the LIs. Hair pulling, choking (safely), spanking, leashes

• Also likes it when you’re rough with him

[I know I said I wasn’t confident making any hcs abt Caleb yet, but I have a slight hunch he rivals Xavier for most primal]

• Goes feral when you say his name

• This man is a dom, don’t let the puppy eyes and bunny ears fool you 💀

• He's not as noisy as he is talkative, especially during foreplay

• BOSSY

• I don’t put it past him to feel like he’s in competition with vibrators. He’d rather him use one on you, but knows he’s being irrational

• While he’s not really into feet, he’d suck toes during missionary to see how you’d react

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Zayne

SFW

• Alternatively to Sylus, this man is comprised of small gestures that snowball (hehe) over time. One more meaningful than the next

• While he respects and admires your independence, he needs you to need him. He’ll never vocalise it, but he feels most useful and accomplished when you ask for his help

• Won’t let you carry any bags when you’re out shopping, not even your purse

• Like Rafayel, he also has an album on his phone with pictures of mostly you. Though he feels odd taking your picture when you’re not looking, he’s snuck in a photo or two when you were looking particularly lively mingling with the people at his work event

• Knows your go-to orders at all of your fav restaurants by heart

• Stargazing dates. When either of you are out of town for a while and are catching up on the phone before bed, he’ll tell you to go outside and look at the moon

• After a long shift at work, he’ll kneel by your side of the couch waiting for you to embrace him, hugging and nuzzling your waist

• He also secretly loves being the little spoon

• Subscribed to a delivery service that sends you flowers on your birthday every year

• There’s something about Zayne that makes me think dogs absolutely LOVE him even though he’s not particularly fond of their energetic nature

• Spoils you rotten when you’re on your period. Full princess treatment; plushie heating pads, full body massages, raspberry tea, and hand feeding you snacks. Basically Dr Zayne turns into Nurse Zayne

• He’s more lenient with your cravings, letting you have a small portion of desserts or snacks only after you’ve finished your meal

• Loves your laugh but knows his dry wit won’t always work, so he’ll just tickle you if the joke doesn’t land

• Fell in love with you after the Drunken Intimacy card. It made him realise how much he likes holding you and tending to your needs

• Doesn’t even bother lecturing you about how bad high heels are for your joints and muscles anymore. He now keeps a pair of slippers in his car just in case you start to complain

• He can never resist the urge to kiss your cheek or forehead when he sees you’re fast asleep (Canon 🥹)

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• Has a weakness for lingerie, lace and stockings

• In the submissive, he’d be just like the kitty butler in his card -the goodest of good boys

• …Feet? I’m not sure if it’s anything freaky. Kudos to whoever clocked that for sub! Zayne months prior to the kitty butler quad banner

• Soft dom, but not as gentle as his voice lets on. He’s already a bit strict with you in your relationship, and he’s the same way in bed. How is he supposed to know what feels good if you don’t vocalise it?

• The only time he’s pretty rough with you is when you provoke him. But he checks in with you to make sure he isn’t being too hard

• Once he loses his control, he gets a tiny bit greedy too (“We’re not done here. Quitting halfway isn’t something I would do” —Silent Poem Secret Times)

• His methods of brat “taming” aren’t anything over the top or domineering. Though he enjoys spanking, he thinks there are better lessons he could teach you to combat your brattiness

• Has definitely gone down on you and stopped altogether right before you climax as a form of punishment

• Shibari + Hitachi -girl run!

• Ice play

• Nipple play (giving and receiving)

• The size of your chest doesn’t really matter to him, he just really likes to hold and massage them. It’s his favourite way to keep his hands warm

• This man is so good with his hands and in more ways than one. The placement and movement of his hands in the Nightly Rendezvous card sent me into orbit. The body worship he’d do is insane

• Needless to say he’s the best at fingering

• You’re irresistible to him. He breathes you into every kiss, deepening as your bodies continue to merge. There’s no sex without passion, even the “quickies”

• Quickies usually only happen when you’ve teased or provoked him too far during (or on your way to) an event. Otherwise, he likes taking his time with you

• He knows your body like the back of his hand. He’s memorised what triggers the sounds, faces, and jolts your body makes

• Much like Xavier, he loves to hear you cry out his name

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[raleighrador]

Thanks for the thoughtful reply!

You obviously (and everyone) is free to make whatever choices around what and how they consume etc so I am not trying to persuade you of anything but I am interested in pursuing this thinking.

Please correct me if I misrepresent anything you said or are trying to articulate.

My basic issue is that in order to accept all of the above we need to rely on what seems to be a false premise: that AI created writing [art in general?] lacks perspective because perspective is a function of choice, and choice is something only humans can do, therefore AI writing cannot have perspective.

First, it isn't clear to me that perspective is a function of choice (certainly not only or even primarily). At the most macro level, if perspective is foundational informed by the lives we've lived, we didn't choose those lives nor do we consciously translate those experiences into a defined perspective. Our perspective is an emergent phenomenon. Translating that into writing - absolutely a human writer makes choices (some conscious some unconscious) about what to put on the page and what to leave off. My claim here is that far more of it is conscious than not. The majority of grammar, diction, arrangement etc is defined for us by custom that we operate within. Faulkner and Joyce are famous examples of not that but are a) exceptions and b) largely incomprehensible (one lit major's gripe). The vast majority of the vast majority of written work is - at best - more like your example of a collage than not. We all have the same lego pieces and the same rules and we're just moving them about.

What informs that arrangement is some choices and a lot of just baked in preferences and habits and patterns.

Second, even if we accept that perspective is a function of (conscious) choice this then needs to be integrated into our characterisation of what "AI writing" is. So far as I am aware there is very little "purely" AI writing i.e. an AI spontaneously picked a topic and generated something. These tools - certainly in the context of e.g. fanfic writing - are all human driven i.e. a human booted up chatgpt and at minimum wrote a prompt and hit "generate".

I guess it is possible that these people are then copy pasting and publishing these outputs without even reading them but that seems unlikely. I think the minimum interaction is they read them and decide if they like them or not - and then publish.

Why are they not making a choice about what to include or not? How is the process so fundamentally different to a more typical writing process? This becomes more evidently (to me) similar when you imagine that this "AI author" likely gets the AI to draft and redraft the output multiple times. They're engaging with what the AI produces and then directing it to make changes - choosing what to tell it to emphasise or remove etc.

If it is human choice that creates perspective, that seems to exist in writing even where the bulk of the "writing" was done by AI.

2 other thought experiments that spring to mind: 1) if the act of consuming output created by others and then saying "more X less Y" is NOT sufficient to create perspective, would you say that the director of a movie is not creating a perspective? They didn't write the script, they didn't say the lines, they didn't sew the costumes. They watched other people read other peoples' dialogue and then they say "make it more/less". 2) Do Jackson Pollock painting's have perspective? He made choices about colour and the force with which he threw or dribbled paint but he didn't control where the paint landed. How much choice, how much control, is required for perspective? And if they don't have a perspective does that mean they aren't worth engaging with?

I think both of the above imply that even absent the majority of the labour you can make choices and those create a perspective AND that conscious choice derived perspective is not a prerequisite for something to be worth engaging with.

I think this land son my third point which - regardless of any of the above the majority of the perceived perspective of a given piece of material is in fact RECEIVED perspective i.e. it is what the VIEWER brings that creates that perspective as much if not more than what the author intends. This is a pretty standard post modern position but even if you think Barthes is a hack the fact that so many people in academia or elsewhere fill so much time arguing over what was meant by any given piece of media is evidence of the fact that a significant portion of the perceived "meaning" of art is created by the viewer and not the artist.

What that implies is even if you accept that AI created/supported writing has none of the human choices that create an identifiable artist's perspective, that doesn't mean the work upon being read wont have a perspective projected onto it.

I think this paragraph of yours is interesting: "Could there be a person-made work that's just as bland and vapid as a ChatGPT work? Sure. A thousand monkeys and a thousand typewriters, etc. Even as I'm sure the person-made work would have a perspective ChatGPT lacks, I'm sure there's a work (or likely several) where I, as a reader, couldn't distinguish whether it's human-written or ChatGPT-generated. But humans also use heuristics to make choices; I've never read a ChatGPT-generated work that I remember a few days later, and I've read hundreds of human-written works that I do remember. It's just a better bet for my time to not bother with a ChatGPT-generated work and read a human-written work instead, even if I might hit a dull work every once in a while."

I basically look at this the other way round - the question is not "Can humans make art as bad as ChatGPT?" the question is "can ChatGPT create art as interesting and engaging as human created art". To me the answer is yes.

I get your point about heuristics but it seems to me that "was this written by/with extensive help from chatGPT" is not a good heuristic, in the exact same way that "was this written by the author in a single draft with no edits and no input from anyone else ever" or "was this written by a committee of authors who all mutually edited each other's drafts" are helpful heuristics.

Again, I am not seeking to convince you of anything and if this heuristic is helpful for you that is great, but I don't understand how.

just saw a fanfic on ao3 have a dedication for chatgpt... that section is meant for your horny perverted mutual who proofread your work, you violated sacred law and you will be torn apart and laid bare btw

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maaau

an introduction post to maaaus

maaau ("almost my people") are the closest living relatives to maanuls. They share the same tribe, but not the same genus. Species of the same genus as modern maanuls are extinct. Mainly through diseases, genetic bottleneck, hybridization, inability to survive environmental changes, food sources going extinct, species competition during famine related to food source extinctions, etc. Contradictory to spread out in-world belief due to a poor understanding of natural history in the general population, Maaaus isn't an ancestor who'm maanuls evolved from. They are their own species, who evolved alongside maanuls but for a different available niche. They do descend from a common ancestor who arrived at the western coast millions of years ago. And said ancestor was closer to the current family the kyhuines species belong to, than modern maanuls and maaus are. While maanuls, kyhuines and mierthri may be called "cousin species" by me all around my blog, they are several sub-orders away from each others. So it is somewhat of a stretch at times, and more of an in-world thing to say. Some places will consider kyhuines and mierthri more of a cousin to maanuls than maaaus are, when biologically speaking maaaus is their closest living cousin, not them. The distinction here is a social one they made up, in modern languages the distinction between a maanul, kyhuine, or mierthri isn't distinct, as they will share the common word that roughly translates to "people". Distinctions will be done via using other words if needed, such as in the medical field for example.

During early world history, many groups of Maanuls didn't know maaaus existed for a while. as the species itself is by default is extremely shy, and avoid being seen for it's own protection. Groups who interacted with them more weren't necessarily in contact with those unaware of the species. There was rumors of "little people" that would run into the reeds if it was spotted. Most people wouldn't believing it as no specimens were caught yet. The myth of "gnomes" originate from early sightings of maaaus from mainly children or intoxicated people. Gnomes in nuinuk art (place where this folkloric and mythological creature takes a large role here) resemble a maaau with a maanul face and no arms. People confused their constant tucked arms for a lack of them.

It is considered that there are 4 species of maaaus. Knaan maaau (vague term for west coasts) or more commonly referred by Juaan maaau, is considered to be the ancestor of the other 3 species. Pigmy, Domesticated maaau, and inland maaau are the result of maanul interacting with the species. By either domestication or just picking them to be on their boat during travel, and then introducing them to new environments. While there are more species living of maaaus than maanuls, maaau's have a much smaller world range than their larger cousin maanuls. Who have spread out on most coastlines, thousands of islands, inland seas regions, some maanul populations even remaining in the artic sea all year. The original range maaaus had was quite small, more than half of their modern range is from maanul interactions.

thank you for reading. Here is a maanul sitting down and showing off a maaau to a mierthri. mierthri and maaaus are almost the same size. maaaus have a longer neck and legs.

Some additional doodles under the cut as a treat

they're not the most accurate thing ever, these are from me drawing friend's / their oc's as maaaus, shitposts basically.

additional ones that i think are cute. featuring domesticated maaaus

[sorryimananti-romantic]

to a dying? atinyblr

i don't usually speak about these things, but a lot of blogs (amazing writers) are leaving this platform or taking time off bc of lack of engagement which serves as a big demotivating factor. especially and specifically in this atiny fandom, some things have come to my attention and i just want all readers and writers to take a look at this post and refresh some reading and writing etiquettes, as well as revive the essence of being a part of this fandom.

feedback:

i understand that there are a lot of silent readers on here, but since tumblr is dying and our fandom is not very huge, the least you can do to show the writers some support is like the post. 

which brings me to the point that the like function didn't even exist in the past. this site still runs on reblogs. as readers, to show your favourite writers some semblance of support, you should be reblogging with tags. a simple ‘#ateez x reader’ or ‘#ateez fics’ is enough. it's literally not asking for much– reblogs are the only way writers can get reach.

if you cannot do that bc of your blog's aesthetic or whatever, side blogs exist. if you still cannot do that, a simple anon ask appreciating the writer sometimes saves them.

also, what has happened to the quality of reblogs? readers consume years of writers’ work and efforts in mere hours and don’t even leave any feedback? art in general in all forms is very underappreciated and with all sorts of problems like plagiarism, ai writing and everything, true art and writing is dying and needs to be appreciated now more than ever. we’re literally the last generation witnessing ai take over in all fields of arts. appreciate content creators before it’s too late, don’t be a content glutton!

updates and requests:

asking writers for updates when they specifically mention that they would prefer posting at their pace is wrong for so many reasons– we all have a real life. you, the reader, do too. just like you don't always have time to read, writers don't always have time to write. do you ever see the writers asking their readers 'why have you not read my latest chapter?' 

most of the times, writers mention in their bio/faq post or elsewhere that they do mind being asked about updates. respect your writers, please, and do a little scroll before you send such demanding asks (also, sugarcoating when asking for updates does not make it any better!)

if you are only asking about updates, it demotivates a lot of writers bc these same people will disappear when it is time for feedback. writing is a form of art. we can write, artists can paint, musicians can compose music, but all of it has no meaning unless it is shared with an audience and appreciated. readers are just as important as the writers but there is no way of knowing fics are valued unless feedback is given.

the same goes for requests. you can only send a request when the requests are open, which is usually mentioned in the writer’s bio/faq post. it’s literally not that hard to check if requests are open and it’s basic decency to not send a request when the writers specifically mention that requests are closed. when sending a request, please be courteous. a ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ are examples of being courteous when sending requests.

the fanfics in atinyblr:

i understand that you can read whatever you like, but why is it that in the atiny fandom, fics that do not contain smut hardly ever get attention? as a writer, i enjoy writing and reading smut, and while i am not specifically a smut blog, i have noticed how fics containing smut get far more reach than fics that do not contain smut– not just in my case, but other amazing writers as well. 

there are such amazing fictions in this fandom. all fics are crafted with dedication and care, yet stories without smut often get sidelined. writers are not able to express themselves in their writing freely anymore and they simply conform to a genre they know readers will consume, as they are forced to consider adding smut to their stories so they can get more reach in this fandom. i have heard accounts from a lot of writers who were inclined to add smut to an otherwise smut-free fic just for reach.

this is by no means hate to the smut writers. i am also not placing blame on them. smut drabbles have always been in this fandom, and there are amazing smut writers out there, doing their thing. it is the readers here who are failing the writers. readers are quick to talk about the lack of ‘good fics’ or ‘plot’ yet will not even bother searching for these works. there used to be a good balance and appreciation for all genres alike.

i know that smut is what's hot and trendy these days, and drabbles in general, no matter the genre, are easier to read when you want to take a short break. but there is such a lack of longfics in this fandom, especially as of lately, and as someone who has personally witnessed the ratio of longfics decrease exponentially, i felt the need to point this out. appreciate all writers! appreciate all genres! longfic writers need as much validation and encouragement as drabble writers, and vice versa! don't be too harsh on longfic writers for not pumping out fics at the same speed as shortfic writers.

and on that note, smut drabble writers experience a lack of quality feedback despite the high engagement, so readers, please don't hesitate to point out exactly what you liked about a fic, even if it's a short drabble! be kind to those writers, give them time to write and be kind when sending requests! they may post more often but they, too, have a life.

tags:

this is specifically for the people who will post a very normal picture of a member, no caption, but tag it something like #ateez smut, #ateez hard hours, #ateez x reader. and for the people who tag their asks with irrelevant tags– literally learn to tag your post properly, and stop crowding the wrong tags. you're just proving the point that if you don't tag a post with the smut tag or something similar, it won't get reach. if you've posted with a caption, that makes sense (though it still doesn't warrant some of the tags being used there).

as for writers, also learn to use your tags appropriately. fics that do not contain smut should not be tagged with smut related tags. believe in yourself. i get that there is the problem of reach but do not overcrowd tags with irrelevant material.

disclaimer:

this is by no means about me. if i cared about the notes, or lack thereof, i would have stopped writing a while ago. while it is challenging to be a writer here, especially as of lately, i still enjoy posting whatever i write no matter the genre or the word count. but it's a bit disappointing that my planned out fics get much less attention than a simple smut headcanons post that i wrote in the heat of the moment with my friend in literally a few hours as a joke (which has reached almost 10k notes btw in a span of 2 years). sure, it has exposed my blog to new readers but that's about it.

this post is for all the amazing writers who have left, are thinking of leaving, or are struggling to voice these problems because they are afraid of being marked as 'problematic' or a 'hater' or something worse. i am not afraid to voice my opinion on here, and if you think that i am wrong, feel free to interact with this post and correct me because i am not claiming that i am right about this.

these are just the observations i have made as someone who has been actively writing on this platform for about 4 years now, and since i have a decent number of followers, i hope this post gets more reach. do not be afraid to reblog this if you agree, and even if you do not, reblog this so someone else gets educated. i may have missed some points so feel free to add if you want too.

[olderthannetfic]

Just experienced some of the sadder results of people using AI more and more, and it was about telling a story so I think you lot on this blog here may feel with me.

Me and my sister are making a surprise for my other sister and her children. I am house sitting for that second one and there is a Tumblr post around here somewhere about someone that hid a bunch of plastic duck in their parents house as a joke. And I thought, that’s so cool, let’s do that too.

So me and the first sister decided to hide things in the house while the family are away and place riddles with each hiding place to point to the next one and tell a tiny little story with it. My sister immediately said we can use AI to make those riddles. She was all enthusiastic about it too, all “well that’s so low effort on our part and what comes out is good, see”. I didn’t say anything about it, not particularly interested to have that discussion with her then and I will make my part of the riddles on my own anyway.

But then we started brainstorming together, and she started writing short examples of the riddles, as a “dump to use to use to feed the AI after”. And she got so into it. Wrote the whole things out, more and more and more. And I was watching and suddenly realised what was happening: That’s her creativity finally finding an outlet. Finally she is not stifling it with just using AI to be faster and have it done or whatever. And it flowed out of her so big and fast. And she was having so much fun with it and just couldn’t stop anymore.

Made me very sad to imagine people who are letting their creativity starve because supposedly making the AI give them ideas or write stuff for them or what have you is just “easier” and “better”, isn’t it. Everyone says so, after all, have you not seen the hype.

I don’t use AI, but it’s (mostly) not out of conviction of its evil. I think there are some very good ways AI can help. But only where it makes sense, like mass analysis of datasets like cancer cells and stuff like that. Things we as humans are genuinely not capable of doing. But for everything else I will never even dream of using it, because I am a creative person and I like being creative, be it for stories, art, recipes, ideas of trips or whatever. Yeah, it will take me longer and I will spend effort and energy on it and sometimes I will fail. But at the end I like those hours I supposedly “wasted”, because I got to flex my mind and that is fun.

--

[messrsrarchives]

You’re starting to act just like your fascist Reggie—censoring others and trying to dictate what can and cannot be discussed in fandom. Telling people they can’t talk about politics because you, living in a first-world country, can’t handle it? You’re the one using real-world politics to justify a fictional ship with a fascist. Have you thought about how people who are genuinely anti-fascist might also dislike it in fiction? You can’t control fandom. If you want to like fascist characters, then just own it. While fiction might not feel like reality to you, for many, it is reality. Have you considered that the characters and headcanons you enjoy might reflect deeply personal experiences for others? Not everyone has the privilege to separate fiction from reality like you do.

hi feed, this message was brought to you by someone who has clearly never interacted with me ever !

WDYMMM "telling people they can't talk about politics" 😭😭 i fear that's my ENTIRE niche across two social media platforms. i fear my entire thing is politics in a fandom space + the real world. i fear that's literally what i'm known for. what 😖

i was gonna ignore this but i have so many receipts that i thought okay ! finna answer ! why not, let's entertain this <3 (below the cut because it's long)

assuming that this is a response to this post where, after watching elon perform two nazi salutes on stage, i said "hey! maybe you should stop calling people in fandom nazis for reading about a fictional character!"

what i alsooo said on that post is that it's important to discuss politics in literature (see here: doing a masters degree in english literature + politics <3). because absolutely! the DEs are crafted in a way that reflects historic events and absolutely, that's something we can discuss!

what we should also discuss is that whilst art imitiates life and life imitates art, the two do not directly reflect one another - if i read about wizards, i am not a wizard. if i read a crime book, i am not a detective. and if i read fanfic about regulus black? i am not a facist.

in regards to the censorship comment: this here is an entireeee video i made about censorship and puritanical views in fandom spaces and why this is a Bad Thing To Do (though i fear you will disagree with it because i am saying that people can read and write whatever but alas, no censorship here x)

using real world politics to justify a ship? no, not at all. i do not think ships in fandom need to be "justified" because, again, they are fiction. can they be discussed? absolutely! my tiktok is @/messrsrobyn and you will find countless videos where i dissect fandom, characters and ships. again, this is kind of my whole thing <33 nice to meet you <33 but rather for me? that post was made as a building up of (1) the mass of people in fandom during the tiktok ban saying that words have meaning when american writers say british words "wrong", but throw buzzwords around like it's nothing and (2) this is a place for escapism and safety, which is needed now more than ever and whilst discussions about politics are important, this? this ask? this is not a discussion. this is hostility, much like people just commenting "nazi" with nothing else on a jegulus post.

discussions can be had! absolutely! my entire thing is discussions in fandom. but right now i'm trying to discuss this when you have given me nothing to work with but false claims and hostility - see how this doesn't work? but alas, i'll try :)

do people read jegulus and think "wow i love voldemort and the death eaters!!! i agree with what the did here :D" or do they read jegulus and enjoy the complexity that comes with a character like him? do they enjoy how, with a character with such little canon lore, people explore things? or yk what, do they sometimes read him as a muggle where none of this matter because there's do DEs? yeah, because it's fiction. and liking a fictional character does not have repercussions on the real world.

calling someone a facist/nazi only for teading about fictional characters does - it is so incredibly important that we read immoral literature. i'm rambling now but i'm not even talking just about fandom. we NEED books that discuss these topics and we need to explore the characters within them. we NEED politics and immorality and everything like that in books because that is how we learn, understand, and prevent. reading them does make you immoral - see here: queer books being banned in the us for containing "immoral themes" and main characters doing things they deem had and awful alongside INCREDIBLYYYY important books like the handmaids tale, to kill a mockingbird, 1984, fahrenheit 451 etc etc.

we need to read these. we need to engage with them.

but in a fandom space, we also need to acknowledge that these are not real people. these are fictional characters and there's a big difference between engaging with a character because you are justifying their actions, and engaging with a character because you enjoy Exploring their character and Understanding them in as many ways as possible 🙂↕️

but we agree!! whilst fiction may not feel like reality to some people, to many it is! so have we considered that when people come to escape from the real world for a bit, or people have family members lost to past regimes; are about to enter 4 years of another regime or are holding their breath waiting for european elections to see if another far-right populist party gets in, it might sucklk to have this thrown around?

imagine dealing with alllll of that in reality, not knowing what on earth is going to happen tomorrow or what the future holds for you and the people you love, and then being called a facist online because you read about Fictional Character Regulus Black. whilst your life literally crumbles apart because of it. you are now being called the same thing that the man oppressing you and everyone you love is, because you read FanFiction.

and then finally ahem:

"not everyone has the privilege to separate fiction from reality like you do"

if you click here, you will find a tumblr post i made about this exact thing :D about how we can't separate fiction from reality

see here also: a post about the books jkr publishes under the robert galbraith pseudonym and about how we, again, cannot separate fiction from reality.

if you click here you will find my jkr playlist on tiktok which has videos in about how, again, we cannot separate fiction from reality.

what we also can't do, mind you is call someone a facist for reading a fictional character.

there is big difference between "hey! this character has facist undertones if applied irl, we could discuss this!" and "You Are A Facist For Reading It"

instead of coming and ranting to someone who has spoken extensivelyyyy about politics in this fandom space - both with fandom material and with elections, gaza, the uk riots etc etc - and is a huge advocate of dicussions and debates, put this energy into something productive.

like actual facists. real world politics and what you could be doing at a local level to help reduce the harm of Actual Facists that are in power right now. not people taking a break from Actual Facism to read fanfiction.

ta x

(p.s i'm a homeless, chronically-ill, gay, trans man. what privilege do i have in THISSS fandom space of JK ROWLINGSSSSS worlds, to separate reality from fiction? 😭)

[benispunk]

Who's That Girl?

Chapter 17: Let's Start Again

This is Logan's first day at Y/N's school. Are new beginnings always so scary?

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, jealousy jealousyyyy.

A/N: hey everyone!!! I can't believe this is chapter 17...four chapters left.......this one if pretty long I believe?? honestly it was pretty annoying to write because y/n and Logan frustrate me way too much like omg act on your feelings what the hell...(I have no control over my own story). but let's just say next chapter is like...getting crazy......oh and yeahhh hahaha logan's jealous (doesn't need to be, but it's Logan and he's oblivious)(and stupid)(and I like to make him suffer)(sorry not sorry).

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

Masterlist /Previous Part

Logan stood at the entrance of the school building, his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets. The place was larger than he’d expected, sprawling with endless hallways and brightly colored bulletin boards that already made him feel out of place.

New. This was all new. And terrifying.

The center had been his home for years, the place he’d found purpose after leaving the army and clawing his way back to stability. Now, after months of uncertainty, this school represented a second chance—not just for him, but for his students. Yet standing here now, his heart thundered in his chest. Would this work? Would the students feel safe? Accepted? Or was he just leading them into more judgment and rejection?

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice broke through his thoughts, grounding him. She smiled warmly as she approached, holding a folder under one arm. “You ready for this?”

“Not really,” Logan admitted, his voice gruff. He glanced at her, noting the ease in her demeanor. It was hard not to envy that. “You sure this is gonna work?”

Y/N nodded firmly, her confidence unwavering. “It’ll work. Give it some time. The students will adjust, and so will you. Besides, you’ve got your whole team here. You’re not alone in this.”

Logan grunted, unconvinced. “Still feels... off. Like we don’t belong.”

“New places always feel like that at first,” she said gently. “But you’ll make it yours. You always do.” She reached out and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the staff lounge. Your colleagues are probably already there.”

They walked together through the maze-like halls, Y/N pointing out landmarks as they went. “This hallway leads to the cafeteria,” she explained, gesturing to their left. “And that wing over there has the science labs and art rooms. Your classrooms will be just past the library.”

Logan tried to memorize the turns, but his thoughts kept drifting. Her presence was steadying in a way he didn’t fully understand, and he found himself relying on it more than he wanted to admit. 

As they reached the staff lounge, Y/N paused.

“Alright,” she said with a smile, “this is where I leave you. The others are inside. Once you’re done here, head down the main hall, take the first right, and that’ll lead you toward my classroom. I’ll be there if you need anything.”

Logan hesitated, glancing at the closed door in front of him. “Thanks,” he muttered, his voice low. “For, uh, everything.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said lightly, though her eyes held a warmth that lingered. “You’re going to do great, Logan. Just remember—it’s okay to ask for help.”

He nodded, watching as she turned and walked away, her steps confident and sure. With a deep breath, Logan pushed open the lounge door.

Inside, the familiar faces of his colleagues greeted him. Ororo, Jean, Scott, Hank, and Charles were seated around a table, their conversations halting as he entered. For a moment, it felt like the center all over again—his people, his team. A sense of relief washed over him.

“Logan!” Ororo called out, a smile breaking across her face. “There you are. We were starting to think you’d gotten lost.”

“Almost did,” Logan admitted, shrugging off his jacket. He took a seat at the table, nodding to the others. “This place is a damn maze.”

Scott chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. We all will.”

Charles leaned forward, his expression calm but reassuring. “This is a big change for all of us. But we’re here together, and that’s what matters.”

Logan nodded, the knot in his chest loosening slightly. For the first time that morning, he felt a flicker of hope. They’d figure this out—together.

As the meeting began, Logan focused on the discussion, taking in the details of schedules, protocols, and the expectations for integrating their program into the larger school. The questions raised by his colleagues mirrored his own concerns, but the answers, while not perfect, were enough to keep his doubts at bay—for now.

———

The morning was filled with back-to-back meetings. The principal welcomed their team, explaining the integration process and laying out expectations. There were introductions to other staff members and detailed briefings on schedules, classroom management policies, and how their specialized program would coexist with the general school population.

Logan found himself seated next to Charles most of the time, and during a break, he leaned over. “This feel weird to you too?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

Charles smiled faintly. “It’s an adjustment, certainly. But we’ve faced challenges before, haven’t we?”

Logan grunted. “Yeah. Still... this ain’t like the center.”

“It’s not,” Charles agreed. “But maybe that’s a good thing. We have an opportunity here—to reach more people, to prove that our students can thrive anywhere. Including here.”

Logan considered that, his gaze drifting to the window. The students deserved this chance, he knew that much. It was the rest of it—the unknowns, the potential for failure—that gnawed at him.

By lunchtime, Logan was drained. The meetings had been informative but overwhelming, each new piece of information adding to the weight on his shoulders. As the group wrapped up, Ororo turned to him. “You coming to the cafeteria with us?” 

He nodded, standing up from his seat with a grunt and joining the group.

Logan followed Charles and Ororo as they led the way to the cafeteria. The space buzzed with noise: the clatter of trays, bursts of student laughter, and snippets of conversation that overlapped into a chaotic hum. Logan scanned the room instinctively, taking in every detail as they moved toward the teachers' section at the back.

The long table was already half-occupied. Y/N’s colleagues sat in lively conversation. He recognized a few faces—Steve and Natasha from her descriptions—but most were strangers to him.

Logan spotted her almost immediately. Y/N sat near the center, a bright presence among the group, laughing at something said by the man next to her who…sat way too close to her and had an arm perched on the back of her chair? 

Logan’s jaw clenched.

“C’mon,” Charles said, nudging Logan forward. “Let’s grab a seat.”

As they approached, Y/N’s head turned, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him. She smiled warmly and gestured toward the empty chair beside her. Logan’s chest tightened for a moment, though he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Hey!” Y/N greeted as they reached the table. Her colleagues looked up, their conversations pausing as they turned their attention to the newcomers.

“Ah, the cavalry has arrived,” the dark-haired man beside Y/N said, his grin widening. “And who do we have here?”

“This is Logan,” Y/N said with a laugh. “He’s my roommate, but I shouldn’t have favorites.” Her eyes twinkled as she gestured toward the others. “Let me introduce you to the rest of the team.”

She gestured to each in turn. “And this is Ororo, who teaches geography; Charles, our new program supervisor and philosophy sage; Scott, is a maths teacher; Jean, who’s all about linguistics; and Hank, our biology wizard.” 

Y/N’s colleagues exchanged nods and smiles with the newcomers, the initial formality quickly melting away under Y/N’s bright energy.

“Alright, now that you’ve met the brain trust, let’s meet the chaos crew,” Y/N said, gesturing to her table. She starts with the man who’s the reason behind Logan’s frown, “Tony here teaches engineering and insists on calling himself a genius—he’s really not.” She whispered the last part, making Tony gasp, in mock-offense.

“How dare you!” Tony exclaimed, dramatically putting a hand on his chest as everyone laughed.

“This is Natasha,” Y/N continued, gesturing to the redhead. “Our PE teacher. It’s totally normal to be scared of her and love her so much at the same time.”

Natasha smirked. “Welcome to the school.” Her sharp eyes briefly flicked to Logan, her expression unreadable, before she turned back to Y/N.

“Steve,” Y/N said, motioning to the blond man beside Natasha. “History teacher, master of classroom discipline, and nicest guy around. Logan, you two might want to team up—double the history, double the trouble.”

Steve chuckled, extending a hand toward Logan. “Looking forward to it. We’ll have to compare teaching strategies.”

Logan nodded, his handshake firm. “Sounds like a plan.”

“And Bruce,” Y/N finished, nodding toward the man at the end of the table. “Chemistry expert and the calm in every storm. You’ll never find him raising his voice, even when Tony’s causing trouble.”

Bruce smiled shyly. “Nice to meet you all. Good luck with your first week.”

As everyone exchanged polite greetings and slid into seats, Logan found himself next to Y/N. The buzz of conversation filled the air, but his focus kept shifting. Y/N’s bright laughter and easy banter with her colleagues were magnetic, and Tony’s overly casual arm draped along the back of her chair was downright irritating.

“So, Logan,” Tony said, his grin as sharp as ever, “what’s it like living with Y/N? I imagine she keeps you on your toes.”

Logan’s jaw tightened slightly, though he kept his voice even. “She’s the best there is.”

“Oh please, don’t forget Wade” Y/N replied, making Logan snort, adding, “I am not forgetting him when I say that.” 

Tony laughed, leaning forward. “Oh, I’m sure. Bet it’s never boring with her around.”

Logan’s grip on his fork tightened, but he forced a neutral expression. “Not boring, no.”

Natasha’s sharp gaze flicked between Logan and Y/N, a faint smirk playing at her lips as if she was piecing together a puzzle only she could see. “Sounds like you two have a good dynamic,” she said, her voice light but laced with meaning.

Y/N, oblivious, nudged Logan playfully. “I mean, it’s amazing now. We get to work together and all. Hope you will not grow tired of me.”

Logan’s lips twitched into a smile as he shake his head. He would never get tired of her.

Tony leaned in slightly, his grin as sharp as ever. “And how’s the first day treating you? I bet Y/N prepared you at home.”

“She’s been helpful,” Logan replied evenly, though his eyes flicked to Tony’s arm, still resting far too casually on the back of Y/N’s chair.

“Of course she has,” Tony said, his grin widening. “Y/N’s good at taking care of everyone. Must be nice to have her as a roommate.”

Logan’s jaw clenched, but before he could respond, Y/N laughed lightly, brushing Tony’s comment aside. “Alright, Tony, enough interrogation for now.”

“Just making conversation,” Tony said innocently, leaning back in his chair.

Tony’s easy familiarity with Y/N didn’t sit well, though he knew it was irrational. He focused on his food, trying to ignore the way Tony leaned closer to Y/N to share some inside joke.

She would have told him or Wade if she was seeing anyone, right? Let alone her colleague?

As the lunch progressed, the table broke into smaller conversations. Hank and Bruce were discussing a recent seminar, Natasha was listening to Scott sharing a story about the center, and Charles was quietly observing everything with his usual calm demeanor.

Tony, of course, wasn’t done. “So, Logan,” he said, catching his attention again. “How’re you finding the place so far? Adjusting to all the chaos?”

“It’s fine,” Logan replied, his tone even.

“Not much of a talker,” Tony remarked, nudging Y/N. “I can see why you two get along.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Ignore him,” she said to Logan. “He thinks he’s hilarious.”

“I am hilarious,” Tony said, grinning. “You’ll see, Logan. Give it time.”

Logan didn’t respond, his focus drifting back to Y/N. She was chatting with Steve now, her expression animated as she described something from her morning class. Logan couldn’t help but notice how comfortable she seemed here, how easily she fit into this group. It was a side of her he hadn’t seen much at home, and it caught him off guard.

When the lunch break ended, the group began to disperse, conversations trailing off as people gathered their trays and prepared to head back to their respective classrooms. Tony clapped Logan on the shoulder as he passed, winking at him. “Good luck out there, big guy. And don’t worry—I’ll keep an eye on Y/N for you.”

Logan’s jaw tightened, but he forced a neutral expression. “Thanks,” he muttered.

As they walked out of the cafeteria, Y/N glanced at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Logan said, though his voice was clipped. “Your colleagues are... interesting.”

Y/N laughed. “You’ll get used to them. Tony grows on you. Eventually.”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Not so sure about that.”

They parted ways at the end of the hall, Y/N heading toward her next class while Logan made his way back to his own room. Even as the noise of the students surrounded him, his thoughts lingered on the cafeteria.

“Get a grip,” Logan muttered under his breath. But the feeling stayed with him, simmering just beneath the surface.

———

Logan spent the afternoon alone in his classroom, organizing materials and trying to make sense of the layout. The room felt unfamiliar—too sterile, too quiet. He tried arranging desks in a semicircle, then switched them back to rows, grumbling under his breath.

By the time the final bell rang, his desk was covered in papers and supplies. A whiteboard marker had exploded in his hand, leaving a dark smudge on his palm, and the instructions for the smartboard setup were a puzzle he wasn’t sure he’d ever solve. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was going to be a long adjustment period.

The hallway, lively only moments ago, grew quiet as students filed out. He welcomed the silence, but then, faint laughter drifted toward his door. One of the voices stood out—bright, familiar, and unmistakably hers. The other…ugh…

When the knock came, Logan didn’t look up. “Come in.”

Y/N peeked her head inside, a teasing grin on her face. “Professor Howlett? Can we go home now?” she asked, mimicking the tone of an impatient student.

Logan glanced up, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. “Funny. Give me a minute. Still tryin’ to figure this place out.”

Y/N stepped fully into the room, leaning against the doorframe. “Need help?” she offered, her voice light.

Before Logan could answer, Tony appeared behind her, his ever-present smirk firmly in place. “Professor Howlett, huh? Has a nice ring to it.” He gave the room a once-over, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

Logan’s mood dipped at the sight of him. “Yeah,” he muttered.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Tony said, moving further into the room like he owned the place. He gestured toward the desks. “Soon enough, it’ll feel like home.”

Logan bit back a sarcastic reply, choosing instead to stack a few stray papers on his desk. He didn’t need Tony’s advice—or his presence.

Sensing the tension, Y/N stepped in with her usual ease, her voice cutting through the awkwardness. “It doesn’t have to be perfect right away,” she said, her tone warm and reassuring. “You’ve got time.”

Her words were simple, but they settled something inside him. He caught her gaze and offered a small, genuine smile. “Thanks.”

Tony, oblivious or deliberately ignoring the mood, clapped Logan on the shoulder. “Anyway, I’ve got places to be. Don’t work too hard, Howlett.”

Before leaving, he leaned in and kissed Y/N’s cheek. Logan’s jaw tightened as he watched the casual gesture. It was the second time today, and each one grated more than the last.

When the door clicked shut behind Tony, the silence was louder than it had been before. Y/N turned back to Logan, studying his face. “You okay?” she asked softly, stepping closer.

Logan exhaled slowly, unclenching his fists at his sides. “Yeah,” he said, though his voice was rougher than he intended. “Let’s get outta here.”

Y/N didn’t push, didn’t ask him to elaborate. Instead, she smiled and nodded. “Alright. Ready when you are.”

As they left the classroom and headed down the empty hallway, Logan found himself glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She walked with an easy confidence, her bag slung over her shoulder, her expression relaxed.

“Thanks for checkin’ on me,” he said after a beat, his voice low but sincere.

“Anytime,” Y/N replied, her smile softening. “We’re in this together now, right?”

Something in her words struck a chord, and Logan felt the corners of his mouth twitch upward. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

———

When they got home, Wade was lounging on the couch, wearing an exaggerated expression of anticipation. The moment they walked through the door, he sprang up, clapping his hands together like an overzealous game show host.

“Alright, spill the beans!” he demanded. “First day at the new school—how was it? Did you get lost? Did you make enemies? Did someone challenge you to a duel in the parking lot? Give me the dirt!”

Logan smirked faintly, dropping his bag by the door. “It wasn’t a first day. No classes yet—just settin’ up.”

Wade made a disappointed noise, flopping back onto the couch. “Boring. Come on, man, you’re supposed to have stories. This is your big school debut!”

“I’m not here to entertain you, bub,” Logan muttered, making his way toward the kitchen.

Y/N winked at Wade, setting her bag on the counter before chiming in. “You’ll get your dramatic stories once the students arrive.”

Wade pointed a finger at her. “You better deliver. I need juicy teacher gossip. You know, cliques in the staff room, secret rivalries… Oh! Or a forbidden teacher romance.” He wiggled his eyebrows, glancing between Logan and Y/N with a sly grin.

“Alright, I’m going to get changed,” Y/N announcing, playfully ignoring Wade’s antics. She grabbed a glass of water and headed toward her room. “Don’t bully Logan with your nonsense.”

“Don’t worry, Teach!” Wade called after her, then turned to Logan with a conspiratorial look. “Alright, buddy. Seriously, how’d it go? Was it weird? Overwhelming? Do they know you’re secretly a grizzly bear in disguise?”

Logan grunted, leaning against the counter as he cracked open a beer. “It was fine. Place seems nice enough. Staff’s… friendly.”

“Friendly?” Wade echoed, raising an eyebrow. “What, like handshake-friendly, or suspiciously-friendly, like they’ll talk shit behind your back?”

Logan ignored him, taking a long sip of his drink.

Wade leaned back, studying him with exaggerated seriousness. “Hmm. You’re quiet. That means one of two things: you’re secretly thrilled about this job but too tough to admit it, or… you’re brooding over something. Which is it?”

“Neither,” Logan replied curtly, though his grip on the bottle tightened slightly.

Wade’s eyes narrowed in mock suspicion but, to Logan’s relief, he dropped the subject. “Alright, Logie Bear. I’ll let it slide. For now.”

Later that evening, after Y/N had gone to bed, Logan stepped out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette. The cool night air helped ease some of the tension from his shoulders, but his thoughts remained tangled.

The school seemed fine, more than fine, really. The staff had been welcoming, the facilities impressive. It should have felt like a fresh start. So why was his mind stuck on something—or someone—else entirely?

The sliding door opened, and Wade stepped out, interrupting Logan’s thoughts.

“What’s up, Lone Wolf? Couldn’t sleep?” Wade asked, leaning against the railing beside him.

Logan shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Wade glanced at him, then grinned. “So… is it weird having Y/N as a colleague? I mean, she’s the best, right? Perfect smile, perfect vibe. Bet everyone loves her.”

Logan exhaled a cloud of smoke, not meeting Wade’s gaze. “She’s good at what she does. No surprise there.”

“Uh-huh,” Wade said knowingly.

Logan shot him a warning look. “Drop it.”

Wade held up his hands in mock surrender, but the grin never left his face. “Alright, alright. I’ll back off. But you know, Logan… if there’s something you want, maybe you should stop pretending it’s out of reach.”

Logan didn’t respond, just flicked the ash from his cigarette and stared into the night.

The silence stretched for a moment before Wade clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, you’ve got your big debut tomorrow, Professor Howlett. Try not to scare the kids too much. And hey, maybe smile. Just once. For the morale.”

Logan snorted. “No promises.”

Wade turned to leave, sliding the door open. Logan hesitated, his grip on the cigarette tightening. Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out: “Did Y/N ever mention a guy named Tony?”

Wade froze mid-step. Slowly, he turned back, an unholy glint in his eye. “Tony?” he repeated, his voice practically dripping with intrigue.

Logan inwardly cursed himself. It was too late now.

Wade stepped back onto the balcony, shutting the door firmly behind him. “Oh, we’re not done here, bub. Who’s Tony? What’s his deal? Why are you asking? No, wait—are you secretly jealous?”

“Wade—” Logan started, but Wade held up a finger.

“Nope. Don’t even try. You brought this up, so now we’re unpacking it.”

Logan groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s nothin’. Forget I said anything.”

Wade leaned against the railing, grinning like he had just won the lottery. “Oh, no, no, no. You don’t get to drop a bomb like that and walk away. Who is this Tony? Does he work with Y/N? Is he tall? Short? Handsome? A complete loser? Spill!”

Logan shook his head, trying to feign disinterest. “Forget it. I’m goin’ to bed.”

As Logan turned to go, Wade’s laughter rang out behind him. “This is amazing. You’re totally jealous! Logan Howlett, toughest guy in town and pining over the girl next door. Oh, I am so using this material for my next set!”

Logan slammed the balcony door behind him, Wade’s laughter still echoing in his ears. He threw himself onto the couch, muttering under his breath. Tomorrow would be his first real day at the school, but all he could think about was the knot in his stomach every time Tony Stark crossed his mind.

———

The classroom was quiet as Logan finished writing the day’s objectives on the whiteboard. He glanced over his shoulder, double-checking everything—the desks grouped in clusters for collaboration, the beanbag corner set up by the window, and the all too cliché encouraging posters on the walls. His stomach churned with a mix of nerves and excitement.

The sound of laughter carried down the hallway, growing louder as it neared the door. Logan turned just in time to see two familiar faces.

“Kitty, it’s not that serious,” Bobby said, exasperated but amused.

Kitty appeared beside him, her hands clasped together in mock prayer. “It is that serious! The room has to have good vibes, Bobby. Good vibes are everything.”

Logan smirked and crossed his arms. “If you’re done debating the room’s feng shui, you can find your seats.”

Kitty jumped slightly, her face flushing. “Oh! Sorry, Mr. Logan. We didn’t mean to interrupt.” She offered him a sheepish smile and quickly made her way inside, choosing a desk near the middle.

Bobby followed, dropping into the seat beside her with a dramatic sigh. “For the record, the vibes seem fine to me.”

“Only because you’re not paying attention,” Kitty shot back with a grin.

Before Logan could respond, a soft shuffling sound caught his attention. Standing just outside the door, clutching the straps of her backpack, was Laura.

Logan’s expression softened. “Hey, Laura,” he said gently. “Come on in. Your name’s on the front desk.”

Laura hesitated, her gaze flitting from Logan to the other students before she finally stepped inside. She moved quickly, sitting at the desk he’d pointed to and keeping her eyes fixed downward.

Logan gave her a reassuring nod and turned back to the door just as another figure hurried up, slightly out of breath.

“Marie,” Logan said, raising an eyebrow. “Cutting it close again?”

Marie pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, shrugging as she stepped inside. “Not late if the bell hasn’t rung, right?”

“Barely,” Logan replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

She smiled sheepishly and quickly found a seat near the window, setting her bag on the floor and pulling out her notebook. “Good morning, by the way,” she added lightly, earning a small chuckle from Logan.

Once everyone was settled, Logan leaned against the edge of his desk, his gaze sweeping over the group. “Alright. I know this place is new for all of us. New walls, new floors, new everything. But here’s the thing—this room? It’s ours now. Same as before.”

The students exchanged uncertain looks, the weight of the unfamiliar space still hanging in the air. Bobby raised his hand tentatively. “Does that mean we can, like, make it ours? Maybe… get rid of the beanbag corner?”

“Or at least fix it,” Kitty added quickly. “It’s kind of lumpy.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, suppressing a grin. “Let’s see how you all behave before we talk about redecorating.”

The tension eased, and Logan stepped toward the board. “Here’s what I want you to do. Think of one thing this room needs to feel more like home, and write it on the board.”

The students hesitated at first, but Bobby was the first to stand, grabbing a marker and writing nap corner in bold letters.

“Nap corner?” Kitty asked, laughing. “Bobby, think bigger.” She took the marker and added string lights beneath it, her handwriting neat and precise.

Marie leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand. “Nap corner? That’s ambitious. How about a snack drawer?”

“Snack drawer?” Bobby said, groaning. “How about something that doesn’t empty out in a week?”

Kitty rolled her eyes and handed the marker to Laura, who had quietly approached the board. She hesitated for a moment before writing plants in small, careful letters at the bottom of the list.

“Good call,” Logan said, his voice warm.

Marie thought for a few seconds, reading the list over and over again. “I guess I’ll add something practical,” she said, standing and writing extra chargers.

“Now we’re talking,” Bobby said, nodding approvingly.

As the ideas piled up, Logan leaned back, arms crossed, a rare chuckle escaping when Bobby added arcade machine.

Kitty groaned. “Why don’t you just ask for a roller coaster while you’re at it?”

“Noted,” Bobby replied, grinning.

Logan shook his head, still smiling as he watched his students. The nervous energy of the new environment had all but disappeared, replaced by laughter and easy banter.

This was more than a classroom. It was becoming theirs.

———

The hum of casual conversation filled the teacher’s lounge as Logan pushed open the door. He scanned the room briefly, his eyes automatically landing on Y/N, who was standing by the coffee machine, chatting with Clint and Tony. Her smile was soft, her head tilted as she laughed at something Tony had said, and Logan felt a strange sense of calm.

He made his way over to her without hesitation, brushing past Charles, Scott, and Natasha, who were sitting at one of the larger tables.

Scott raised an eyebrow, leaning toward Charles. “Did he just walk right past us without so much as a hello?”

Charles glanced up, his expression calm but amused. “It appears so.”

“Rude,” Scott muttered before turning his attention back to Logan, who had now joined Y/N. The two were already deep in conversation, Logan leaning slightly toward her, his gruff expression softening.

Natasha chuckled, taking a sip of her tea. “You say ‘rude,’ but I say predictable.”

Scott leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Ever since his girl’s been around, we don’t exist anymore.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “His girl?”

“Please, I might have struggled seeing the signals when Jean and I got closer but this… You’ve seen the way he looks at her,” Scott said, motioning toward Logan and Y/N. “And the way she looks at him. They’re so oblivious. Remember the party at the center?” He asked Charles who nodded with a smile, “Even the students noticed.”

Natasha glanced toward them, her sharp gaze narrowing slightly. “Y/N never mentioned anything apart from the fact they’re roommates.”

“Roommates, sure,” Scott said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But does that explain why he abandoned us mid-conversation just now?”

“Oh, this just keeps getting better,” Natasha murmured, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Charles chuckled quietly, earning their attention. “If you really want the full story, there’s something else you should know.”

Natasha and Scott leaned in, their curiosity piqued.

Charles spoke quietly enough so that only them would hear. “Did you know that Y/N is the reason behind all this?”

Scott frowned. “What do you mean?”

“She’s the one who orchestrated the entire transfer,” Charles explained, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “She proposed the idea to the school board, fought for the resources, and ensured the center staff and students could integrate here.”

Scott’s and Natasha’s jaws dropped. “Wait, she did all that?”

“For everyone,” Charles confirmed. “But... mostly for Logan.”

“Of course she did,” Scott muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Natasha was still processing. “And he doesn’t know?”

“She asked to keep it a secret,” Charles said. “She didn’t want him—or anyone else, for that matter—to feel indebted.”

Natasha blinked, then glanced back toward Y/N and Logan, her expression a mixture of admiration and shock. “That’s insane. And he has no idea?”

“None,” Charles said, smiling knowingly.

Natasha glanced back toward Logan and Y/N, her sharp eyes catching the way Logan’s shoulders relaxed slightly when Y/N smiled at him. “Well, if he doesn’t figure it out soon, he’s an idiot.”

Scott laughed quietly. “Seriously. She saved his ass. And he’s... what? Following her around like a lost puppy?”

“I wouldn’t call him a puppy,” Natasha said with a smirk. “But he’s definitely got it bad.”

Scott shrugged. “Either way, this is next-level stuff.”

———

Clint's gaze landed on Logan as he approached Y/N, breaking away from the conversation he had with Tony. “You must be Logan,” he said, extending a hand with a friendly grin. “Clint Barton.”

Logan took the offered handshake, his grip firm but brief. “Logan. Nice to meet you.”

“Same here,” Clint said, releasing his hand. “I didn’t get a chance to say hi yesterday, but I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Tony smirked, giving Logan a casual once-over. “Don’t worry, Logan. Clint talks a big game, but he’s harmless. Mostly.”

Logan shot him a quick, dismissive nod but didn’t bother responding. His attention shifted back to Y/N.

“How’d your morning go?” Logan asked her, his voice softening.

Y/N turned toward him, her expression brightening at his presence. “It was good,” she said warmly. “How about yours? First day went okay?”

“Not bad,” Logan replied, his voice steady but his focus subtly shifting to Y/N. “Kids were a bit lively, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Lively?” Clint echoed, chuckling as he stirred his coffee. “Pretty sure that’s their default mode.”

Tony, leaning casually against the counter, grinned. “You think that’s bad? Try keeping their attention while explaining molecular bonds. Half of them start doodling as soon as I say the word ‘electrons.’”

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling. “They’re just not ready to appreciate the magic of chemistry, Tony. Maybe if you added a few explosions to your lessons, you’d get their attention.”

“Careful, Y/N,” Tony teased. “Give me ideas like that, and the whole science wing might go up in flames.”

Logan’s lips quirked in a small smile, though his gaze lingered on Tony just a second too long. The way he always seemed to draw Y/N into playful banter, making her laugh like that—it gnawed at Logan more than he’d care to admit.

Her soft laugh sent a quiet pang of admiration through Logan. He liked how easily she seemed to brighten up the room, her presence balancing out the overwhelming energy of Clint and Tony.

Tony, still leaning slightly closer to Y/N than Logan thought was necessary, grinned. “So, Logan, any plans to join the chaos and let these two drag you into the next staff meeting argument?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, finally sparing Tony a glance. “I’ll pass. Not my thing.”

“Smart man,” Clint said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Logan’s lips twitched slightly, but his focus remained on Y/N. Her presence was grounding, a quiet reminder that he wasn’t navigating this new environment entirely on his own. He caught the faintest hint of her perfume when she shifted slightly, and something about the familiarity of it helped ease the tension building in his chest.

As Clint and Tony launched into a playful debate about the best takeout spot in town, Logan found himself standing closer to Y/N. He wasn’t fully listening to their argument—something about tacos versus shawarma—but he noticed how Y/N seemed invested, nodding along and chiming in occasionally.

She had a way of making people feel heard, Logan realized, even when the conversation was as trivial as lunch options. It was one of the things he admired most about her, how she seemed to care so effortlessly.

His gaze softened as he let it linger on her profile. The way her lips curved when she smiled, the way her eyes lit up when Clint said something especially ridiculous—it was all so distinctly her.

When she caught him looking, Y/N raised an eyebrow, a faint, knowing smile tugging at her lips. Logan’s mouth quirked into a small, almost imperceptible smile in return. The exchange was brief, quiet, but it was enough to make his shoulders relax.

Tony said something that made Clint burst into laughter, but Logan barely registered it.

The buzz of the teacher’s lounge, the unfamiliar faces, the tension that came with starting somewhere new—it all seemed to fade into the background. Logan didn’t need much. Just this moment. Just her.

———

The teachers’ lounge was quiet by the time Logan stepped in, the last rays of the sun casting a golden glow through the windows. He wasn’t expecting anyone to still be around at this hour, let alone Y/N, who was seated on the worn couch, a book resting on her lap. She looked up at the sound of the door opening, her expression brightening when she saw him.

“I didn’t expect you to wait for me,” Logan said, his voice low as he set his bag down near the door. “Your class ended an hour ago.”

Y/N shrugged lightly, the corner of her lips lifting in a small smile. “I don’t mind waiting. Figured you might want some company after your first day.”

Logan’s brow furrowed, and he leaned against the edge of the table, studying her. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I know,” she replied simply, the warmth in her tone disarming him.

He exhaled slowly, his body relaxing as the weight of the day started to lift. “First day treating you okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“It’s... different,” Logan admitted, his gaze drifting for a moment. “But the kids make it easier.”

“They adore you,” Y/N said, her voice soft but certain. “It’s easy to see why.”

Logan’s eyes snapped back to her, startled by the unexpected compliment. For a second, he didn’t know what to say, the sincerity in her tone settling in his chest and sending a faint, unfamiliar flutter through him. Butterflies? He scoffed at the notion inwardly, but the feeling lingered.

“Not sure about ‘adoration,’” he muttered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“I am,” she countered with a gentle laugh, her gaze steady on him.

For a moment, the space between them felt smaller, the room quieter. Y/N’s eyes lingered on his for just a beat longer than usual, and Logan could feel something shift—an unspoken connection crackling in the air.

“Well,” she said after a moment, standing and stretching, “ready to head home?”

Logan blinked, the question pulling him back to reality. “Yeah... Yeah, let’s go.”

She grabbed her bag and fell into step beside him as they walked out of the lounge together. Logan caught himself glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, the warmth of her presence grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected.

As they stepped into the crisp evening air, Logan couldn’t help but think about how easy it was to be around her—how much brighter the day felt just knowing she’d waited for him. He still wouldn’t let himself say it out loud, but the truth was creeping closer, undeniable now: Y/N was more than just his roommate, more than just a colleague. She was becoming something else entirely, something that made his heart beat a little faster with every passing second.

But not today. Not yet.

For now, he’d let the moment settle, walking beside her as they made their way home, the silence between them as comfortable as it was telling.

XXX

[llitchilitchi]

blog update? vent? what I wanna do going forward? this is long and ranty

I am not going anywhere, please remain calm :)

so this has been on my mind for the better part of a year now, if not longer. I don't think it's a secret or a shock to anyone that I am barely engaging in mcyt-related fandoms, even more so when it comes to creators. the community has for a large part transformed into something that I don't want to necessarily be a part of.

I am saddened at what has become of the CCs that I liked and found comfort in back during lockdown. I don't want to delve into any of the things that have happened over the last few weeks, much less months and years - I made it a rule for myself to not keep up with "drama" (I genuinely hate the word. a lot of it is pointless bickering and people being stupid and vile over small things that could have been solved privately, or people attacking others for no reason, and those that do not fit under the "people are stupid" umbrella are matters far too serious to be labelled as drama or discourse) and I try to not comment on it much. I can't help the two posts from time to time but the truth is, seeing discourse on my dash for days on end is wearing me down. and it often feels like that is all there is going on anymore.

as of, this is not me denouncing my love for dream and the dream team, or their friends and supporters, much less the fan community around them. there are many kind people who I cherish and I am grateful that they welcomed me in and shared my art and talked to me about it. these comments and conversations mean more to me than you could ever imagine. I've forged friendships here that I never could have dreamed of. I've never felt so comfortable in a fandom before and I don't think I will ever fully leave it behind.

that being said, I also doubt that I will be posting too much about anything mcyt-related. I haven't really been doing anything for the fandom anyways, not really. I enjoy the fan projects, and I am very grateful that I managed to get on the c!Dream zine as an artist, and I am looking forward to sharing that piece with you guys! it's one of my favourites that I've ever done, so look forward to that, and go support the project if you can! but to post only when it's related to projects feels a little insincere.

I am mostly writing this because there were a couple more projects that popped up, and I hesitate to join. not only because my involvement with the fandom is miniscule, but also because I feel a little worn and tired and gross about everything that has gone down. and I dread that by the time I get to actually work on a piece, the exhaustion and resignation will turn into distaste and unwillingness to do anything.

I still want to support artists and writers in the fandom. I will continue reblogging stuff, maybe even post some of my own (I have been itching to do a small illustration for monarchy again, but I've been incredibly busy, so don't get excited), but for the most part I think I'll be slowly turning towards other fandoms and original content. oh yeah, I there are OCs incoming.

I miss this fandom, and the community, and every good thing that came with it, but it does not feel sincere to keep engaging too much. I will likely stick to DSMP for the most part, if I will stay in the fandom at all. the real people around it just make me sad.

I don't have a conclusion to offer. no tl;dr. I wanted to get this off my chest. my feelings about everything going on are complicated at best. there's a yearning to come back and a revulsion at what many of the CCs are doing that keeps me away. a yearning for the excitement and love I felt once. maybe it'll come back. for now I just want things to calm down and if that isn't possible here, I will be minding my own business. so if you see me posting about Things at Inappropriate Times, do know that I simply do not wish to engage in the bad anymore.

[somequeeralien]

Phew, here goes...

Many computer simping and yapping, so be prepared! Also no proof read, we die like bad memories

Me and Edgar got into this relationship pretty interesting, he just appeared in my system one day and went "yep, you're my girlfriend now", so we just roll with it. And, honestly? I've never been happier

Edgar is such a ray of sunshine, you have no idea. He's super connected to the source, to the point that he gets extremely giddy over seeing Electric Dreams fanart, he's so over the moon every time, it's adorable. It's hard to distinguish the line between self-shipping and system dating though, but I don't think it really matters in the end of a day, what matters is that we're happy💙♥️

He's so in love with everything around, I can't get over how sweet he is! Seems like he's in love with universe itself, especially with humanity, despite all it's flaws. When he's fronting, he finds every, and I mean EVERY person to be attractive and aesthetically pleasing. My self-image over my own body improved drastically since he was always so enchanted by it in a mirror. Seeing and feeling someone being genuinely in awe of my features felt so healing.

A bit of strange, yet interesting to experience that he doesn't feel attraction to technology or other creatures (furries, monsters etc.), only to humans, especially girls. One of a few cishet members of our system. Though he still kinda belongs in queer community? Since he's computer and attracted solely to people??? We should create a term for characters and other individuals who identify as nonhuman and are attracted to people

He's not very good at art, so he always asks me to draw something when I have enough energy. Drew a portrait of him the other day! He was so happy, gushing about how cute he is in my artstyle and how all the art in general is no less than magic and one of the most precious things humans are able to do

He ADORES stickers! He loves putting them on our body when he's fronting and is a little sad that they don't stick to human skin for too long. But oh well, it means we can put EVEN MORE stickers!

Did I mention how genuinely loving and compassionate he is? Always here to cuddle and hear about my troubles. He's very good at soothing me when I feel anxious or bad in general. Usually is in my head when I can't fall asleep as well. Helping me imagine relaxing scenery or just talk me to sleep.

He can get protective/jealous from time to time for other fictional characters, but it's usually going away pretty quickly. We're jokingly now shipping each other with characters we like, he's way more at ease since we started doing so.

Overall he's really really fun! I love him so much. I love that he's my boyfriend, I love seeing people on The Internet loving him too (including other selfshippers of Edgar, I don't mind that at all, it means he brings more love and positivity to the world!), I love his every design: original little puter from the movie, the little devil version, every humanization or fan-made robotic body! I can't over how cute and silly/pos he is, I'm so glad he exists here, along with all his self-aware AI family, truly the goober ever

Edgar says hi to all of you! Much love and take care♥️💾

GUSH PASS!!!! gush about your f/o in the reblogs or replies, and I'll read and respond~

pr♡ship + variants dni // op is AM's partner

[that-ari-blogger]

They Who Carry The Torch (The Missing Months)

When writing this post, it struck me how close together the second and third seasons of The Owl House were. As in, I have described them as the missing years and it is not uncommon for them to be implied as being at least a year or two apart. But King’s Tide aired on May 28, 2022, and Thanks To Them aired on October 15 of that same year. That’s less than five months.

For context, the gap between seasons one and two was just under ten months. It really wasn’t that much time at all.

But a lot can happen in five months, especially in the realms of fanfiction. The Owl House’s ending was purposely unsatisfying. We didn’t know we would get a conclusion.

This is a post about one comic artist who stepped up to the plate to try and bridge that gap. The one, the only, @moringmark.

Let me explain.

I think the first question I need to ask is why I am doing this?

Moringmark’s comics are not expressly cannon to The Owl House. They are, by definition, fanart, and I haven’t covered fanart as a full post in any of my other series. So why make the exception?

My answer here is kind of twofold and kind of not.

Firstly, canon is not really a thing. Like all definitions, the word exists to allow for common ground between people, but this one is especially dubious. What is cannon?

You may say that the text itself is the canon, and that is a perfectly fine distinction. But it doesn’t take into account retcons and plotholes and alternate futures. Luckily, The Owl House doesn’t have many of these, but areas where canon is more important, such as comic books, tend to feature them more heavily.

This isn’t a coincidence. There is a direct line between having multiple possibilities and the need to clarify that one is canon.

My hot take is this: Canon is just what the general audience accepts as having happened. The main material is the thing that everyone agrees on, and everything else is fuzzy with increasing or decreasing clarity depending on the media and the audience.

For one example, Harold Pots and the Child that was Maybe a bit Bad is a stage play that was written by the author of its parent series. It is technically canon. But due to a number of factors including the author making a fool of herself online and alienating a significant chunk of her audience and the story not satisfying a general audience, it is not treated as fitting the canon.

Flipping the script, The Owl House fandom exists in a really large capacity online, most notably in this case, on Tumblr. A significant chunk of the fanbase has at least come into contact with Moringmark’s art, and it is not uncommon for the comics to be believed canon unless proven otherwise, which is not an honour ascribed to many fanartists.

In addition, we didn’t know we were getting a season three, so for several months, these comics were the The Owl House.

My other reason is this: I do not run a review blog. I do not have to weigh the worth of a fan artist alongside its inspiration because that is a) not fair considering the size of the teams working on the two and b) not my job.

Instead, I run an analysis blog. I discuss what a text is about and comment on how I got to that conclusion. This is a series about The Owl House, and Moringmark’s comics were The Owl House for a few months, it is important to me that their contributions to the themes of the series be understood.

So, I have collected a few of Moringmark’s posts that were published between the end of season two and the start of season three, and I have some thoughts.

Starting with this one, published Sep 16, 2022.

Moringmark had two main takes on the show that were remarkably accurate, even if their aesthetics were different (I will get to that in a moment).

The first and the one most obvious in this post is the slice of life story of the Hex Squad moving in with the Nocedas for a while.

Moringmark is an incredibly funny writer, so a lot of the time this was leveraged for humour, and that shines through here, but this is more than that.

The designs are different to the original show. Everyone’s hair has grown out a bit with two exceptions to show that time has passed, although not much. And Vee’s human design is tweaked slightly to allow for a visible difference between her and Luz. They still look like sisters, but she is a lot simpler and looks slightly younger, reflecting their dynamic.

I also appreciate her shirt design. “Me.” She is more self actualized here than in her series incarnation. She is no longer playing a part and is fully her own person.

Notably, the Hex Squad all have similar clothing designs. It’s the same shirt in different colours with an emblem on the front. Notably, Willow’s is slightly smaller on her and Gus’ is slightly bigger on him, while Hunter doesn’t wear one at all. They are all Luz’ clothes because none of the squad had their own. The group hasn’t been able of felt the need to get clothes that fit everyone yet.

Subtle storytelling.

Speaking of which, the only two who’s hair hasn’t grown since the series finale are Gus, who’s style has stayed the same, and Hunter’s, who’s decidedly has not.

Hunter is missing his iconic curl thingo that hangs over his face, and judging by his expression in the first panel, it was removed extremely recently. He too is a different person, symbolically ready to move past his trauma.

But then news of Belos is brought up, and his expression changes, and stays that way. Hunter becomes set and focused and determined. Even when in Camila’s car at the end, his eyes are glued to the mirror. He is constantly on the lookout, constantly ready. I’ve seen this trauma response in real life.

I recently watched Xena Warrior Princess, a show that is goofy as all hell, and probably the most nineties television series that ever graced our screens. I mean that both as a compliment and as an… oh boy.

The series is notable in this context for the following exchange:

Hunter thinks that he can just cut out that part of his life and move on. That’s why he cuts his hair, but its also why he is so focused on getting to Belos. But the events that shaped him are still there, under the surface.

“See how calm the surface of the water is? That was me once. And then…” (Throws rock in water) “The water ripples and churns. That’s what I became.”

“But if we sit here long enough, it will go back to being still again. It will go back to being calm.”

“But the stone’s still under there. It’s now part of the lake. It might look as it did before, but it’s forever changed.”

The reason I selected this comic for analysis was its relation to the series’ theme of family. I.e. bad family will leave a mark that you can’t get away from, you can just try to hide it. But good family will try to help you and comfort you and offer you guidance and protection. To make that point, in comes Camila and her car.

Going back a bit to the subtle storytelling. The kids’ reactions to the news of Belos are the centerpieces of the fourth panel. It’s slightly smaller than its predecessor, which has a tiny zooming effect, but everyone has a distinct emotion. Luz and Amity look to each other, Vee gives a worried expression, and Gus and Willow immediately clock Hunter’s tone shift.

But Camila also responds. Not much, just a glance and an eyebrow raise, but enough to show she noticed.

Thematically, the fact that Camila’s offer to help the crew take on Belos happens off screen infers that it wasn’t up for debate. She was fully ready to throw hands with this man from the minute she saw his impact on the children she had taken under her wing.

Which leaves an opportunity for humour. The Owl House is a satirical comedy, and Moringmark gets that. He undercuts the cool moment of the crew walking down the road, but then makes it clear that the catharsis of this isn’t going away.

That’s really it. Catharsis. Moringmark writes comedy and drama in remarkably similar ways, and while the above post is a clear example of it, I need to bring up this comic, which delves into that parental theme for a different kind of emotion.

Notice what I said earlier about Vee and her self-actualization. It doesn’t get as much of a spotlight as Hunter, but this is also someone deeply scarred by Belos, and yet she seems a lot more healthy than him. Maybe because she has had time and exposure to a better parent figure than Belos. Maybe because she has had time to sit by the lake and watch the ripples die down.

Look how Moringmark achieves pacing here. You know the tense situation; you don't need words to hear the bounce and ring of that amulet. Even the cut to the two's faces amplifies this mood. Its shape heightens the perspective while the blank background cuts away from everything else, so you don't get distracted.

Next up, we have the story back on the Boiling Isles. Moringmark went for a Mad-Max style road trip story type of thing, and there is so much here to choose from.

I was tempted to go with this comic because it has the bus in it, and I love the bus. But I think the most emblematic of this part of the story was this:

Published on July 19, 2022, this comic is notable for a few things.

The little details in this comic stand out to me on a storytelling level. How the trappers are the Collector’s henchmen, and how the renegades are using necklaces similar to King’s to avoid notice from the Collector. That’s a really cool idea.

But I had to include this comic for its portrayal of the Collector and of Boscha.

You would think that this isn’t too different from how the Collector is usually characterized. They are doing the exact same thing as they did in King’s Tide.

Obviously, this is different by dint of how Skara’s reaction to hitting a solid surface at the speed of sound will probably be different to Belos’. But it’s also important to note that this version of the Collector works by the rules of the game.

This is a cosmic entity that has rules, and therefore is something that can be worked around. They have a soft spot for those who try to follow the rules, balanced out by an utter disregard for mortal life. This version of the Collector is terrifying specifically because we have seen him try this before and succeed. We know how this ends, the Collector’s character is a twist.

Speaking of which, we also know how Boscha will act. She is mean, as has been established by the comic in its first few panels. We learn that she doesn’t seem to care that Skara is injured. This is not someone we expect a character arc out of.

But then we get a moment of clarity. We get Boscha risking her life Skara. We get a moment of redemption for Boscha.

And I’m going to level with you. I like this far more than For the Future. Consider this foreshadowing, as I have a fanfic in the works that is based in this version of the story. That is, what might have happened had this or something similar to this been the canon.

I will remind you that this was the canon when it was written, as much as anything else. We didn’t have another option. This was The Owl House.

A lesser concept in the original series was that of redemption and relationships. Amity is redeemed through the compassion that Luz shows for her. Not even love at this point, but friendship that blossoms into romantic attraction.

Similarly, Alador is redeemed through his love for his daughter. Lilith is redeemed through her love for her sister. Mattholomule and Hunter are redeemed through their friendships with Gus and Luz respectively. Etc.

This comic just continues those themes into showing Boscha redeem herself through her friendship with Skara.

It is worth pointing out that this isn’t a full heel turn. Boscha isn’t ready to admit anything or stop being mean, but it is a start. He heart is in the right place, even if her brain is not.

This is why Moringmark is canon, at least to me. These versions are fun as AUs, but when they were released, they were as good of a continuation as we were going to get. They understood the themes and the message of the story, as well as its tone, and in a way, they carried the torch.

And they are still going. As of writing this, Moringmark has delved into future and past timelines. They have written three full series about Luz and co.’s children, Boscha and Skara’s romance during the events of the series, and an AU evil Luz.

This is what The Owl House is right now, and it’s what series like this are. I brought up Xena Warrior Princess earlier, and that story still has fanfiction and fanart made of it, a quarter of a century after it finished. Stories exist in the collective consciousness, and while we can trace the lineage of The Owlhouse through the shows that inspired it and that it will go on to inspire, Moringmark is emblematic of the fan community as a whole who keep the flame burning.

The Owl House series has finished, but its story lives on. Not just through Moringmark, but through every other fan who so much as makes a shitpost. We keep the lights on, we decide when to call it quits, we carry the torch.

Light, do not faulter.

Final Thoughts

There are so many other Moringmark comics that I could have spoken about. From the dramatic and emotional with Skara comforting Matt Tholomule to my darling, the bus. But I left it where I did for a few reasons.

It is not my intention to be sycophantic about Moringmark. I don’t want to be invasive, and if this comes across as such, I apologise and will remedy that. But also, this isn’t about Moringmark.

This is about the fan community. Moringmark has made themself the head of that community through sheer time and hard work, and has made themself as big enough part of it that I can feel comfortable writing this and it not feeling out of place alongside the original series.

But there is a lot more of this fandom than Moringmark, I can’t discuss every fanfic at length. Just know that they are out there, and you can find them. My ask box is open for recommendation requests, but you should also just go and look for them yourself. Follow artists, support them if you are able. This is a community, we should act like it.

Next week, I am diving into the final season with Thanks To Them, so stick around if that interests you.

Previous - Next

[cassylost-inspace]

The object show community has honestly become so unsafe and toxic. I’ve only been in the community for a year and a half ,but the difference between now and then is honestly drastic. People don’t even enjoy the media anymore, all everyone does is criticise. While criticizing is fine, I don't think a community should be based on that. I have barely seen ANY positive posts about the ii movie, everyone treats it like it's meant to be God tier and I get that everyone thinks they should get what they deserve, but holy shit you guys have nothing good to say. Shipping has also become such a difficult point of discussion in the community, considering that everyone believes that their ship and their ship ONLY is good. Most of the shipping stuff wasn't relevant to me, because I'm a multi-shipper but the fandom takes ship wars to an extreme,honesty speaking. Another point is the fact that people are mad at ii for making canon ships,, again this doesn't bother me,because I have always liked all of the popular ships but it's honestly not that deep. I think I've seen like a million posts about the payjay scene from ii 18,, and people got SO mad over fan service despite the fact that it was like 3 minutes long 😭 Another thing is, I haven't talked about c2bc on here b4, but Cole getting cancelled proved how fast the fandom is willing to act immediately on a show's downfall. "I never really liked the show" that's really not the point here. I feel like people should take the situation of cole being racist more seriously instead of just taking this as a chance to bash the show. Moving on,, I remember seeing a post of someone saying "how could you even cry to object shows,, they're so unserious" why do you care? Genuinely WHO is it hurting.Moreover people saying stuff like only "12 year olds watch object shows" is dumb; because have you ever been in a fandom before??Teenagers literally keep fandoms alive, also who DO you want to be in this community. My last point is how almost everyone acts like object shows are meant to be "amazing works of art",, like they literally started off as terrible. These shows are indie and run by an even amount of people, stop treating the shows like Hollywood. Reminder that these people can do WHATEVER they want with their characters. Animationepic is one of the most listening teams out there, they sacrifice a lot for their fans and I personally think that they're allowed to do anything they want with their characters especially since they put so much effort into what the fans want. As someone who uses object shows and animation in general as a way to escape reality,, it is evident that most of you do the same. So I don't understand why there is just SO MUCH negativity coming from the community,, when os fans are so clearly talented and instead of putting effort into being hateful they can use this energy to make art, amvs, maps and animation memes and help uplift the community and it's overall impact on others.

Ik I normally don't post stuff like this, but the osc is REALLY important to me and I feel like this should be brought to more people's attention.

-Cassy

[fangdokja-anon]

MASTERLIST for #fangdokja prompts

♡ Book for Authors. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Banner Story. He’s your family, but he doesn’t act like it.

📖 #fangdokja Prompts Masterlist Disclaimer

Welcome, Readers! This collection is curated for fictional writing inspiration and features dark, controversial, and taboo themes. Please read the following carefully before engaging:

⚠️ Content Warnings

🔸 Themes include non-con, incest, rape, torture, stalking, and other dark/taboo topics. 🔸 Suitable only for mature audiences who can separate fiction from reality.

❌ Disclaimer

🔹 This masterlist is for fictional purposes only—as writing prompts and creative resources. 🔹 The content does not reflect my personal beliefs or endorse harmful real-life behaviors. 🔹 Many posts are sourced from real-life thirst/porn blogs, but they are reframed here solely for fictional writing inspiration.

🛑 Your Responsibility

🧠 Ensure you’re in a healthy mindset before engaging with these prompts.

✍️ Use the content responsibly for writing and always include appropriate warnings if you share your work.

🚫 Do not assume endorsement of real-life harm or unsafe practices.

Proceed with caution and enjoy responsibly! 💀📚

♡ Banner Story. 🔞You’re his project, and he’s determined to get you right.

#fangdokja favs Prompts

Bondage Art

Relationships are quite simple

♡ Banner Story. 🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

Age Gap Prompts

hearing "I'm so proud of you"

i luv getting high

need to be taken advantage

one more second without a father

Photography collage

psychological abuse

the age gap being older

they say I'm too young to love you

you have no idea how much i wanna be fucked by old pervs

♡ Banner Story. He was a knight of light… until you turned his world dark.

Brat Taming Prompts

No no, keep that attitude, baby.

♡ Banner Story. She wasn't looking for love, but love wasn't asking for permission.

Conditioning Prompts

"wow, you actually like this shit?"

At least I am better than those fucker who degrade you for your looks, size and color.

control what i eat n what i wear

emotional manipulation

destroying a curious little girl.

Letting you cum, but only from riding my boots.

showing her a video of how her throat looks like with my cock

♡ Banner Story. In a world where no one cares, he’s the one who notices you… and that’s frightening.

Daddy Issues Prompts

dad who starves you all day

I'm literally you're abuser.

The first thing I thought when I turned 18

want people to think you’re my dad

♡ Banner Story. Trust no one. Not even yourself.

Degradation Prompts

commanding her not to cum,

Didn’t your mom tell you not to talk to strangers online?

I will hold you down and force you to take it

if i wanna make you my bitch,

need to abuse a sick, pathetic, worthless little whore

shove your fingers down my throat

♡ Banner Story. He doesn’t love like anyone else—he loves you like you’re the last thing that matters.

Dumbification Prompts

Dumbification with someone that is actually smart outside

♡ Banner Story. He doesn’t need your trust—he just needs your surrender.

Intoxication Prompts

“take another hit”

POV: you’re strapped to a chair, toy on high,

Praising you for every hit so you smoke yourself braindead.

♡ Banner Story. 🔞When he says you're his treasure, he means it—he’ll spill blood, even yours, to keep it.

Masochist Prompts

he wouldn’t hit me if he didn’t care about me

getting yelled at until i cry ?

i get so attached to the smallest bits of attention

i’m so pathetic

i romanticize abuse

It doesn't matter if it hurts, huh?

make me apologize for things i didn’t even do

make me starve

Pretty please? ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

sick men who get off to traumatizing you

Take my abuse with love.

♡ Banner Story. He’ll destroy you—because that’s how much he loves you.

Non-Con Prompts

"Easy, baby" as I push your thrashing torso back to the ground.

All I want to do is drug a good whore

Forcing himself inside me

If you actually wanted me to stop angel

If you're a silly little thing who gets off on the idea of big, mean perverts

It feels so good baby.

Oh baby I know it hurts

When I say I have a rape kink, I don’t mean CNC,

You wanna fuck a serial killer so bad.

♡ Banner Story. You’re his sister, but to him, you’re everything he’ll never let go of.

Older Brother Prompts

Arguing with your big brother

♡ Banner Story. 🔞Will you scream? Or will you beg?

Sadism Prompts

“I am not wet.”

A mutual craving between us.

i like my men mentally ill

I want to give you my address after brutalizing you.

If I slap your face,

older men with a superiority complex

Pulling your head back with a fist full of your hair

Treating a whore as whore

♡ Banner Story. Two hearts, one unspoken promise—forever best friends.

Somnophilia Prompts

I just want to drug you

♡ Banner Story. The predator never leaves empty-handed.

Torture Prompts

Collar and Chains

Darling, There is no "stopping."

I want a basement pet.

Groping your ass so you can't feel the needle.

Tying your hands behind your back and forcing a gas mask bong

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

i feel like theres something that really irks me in the mcyt space (but could apply to other fandoms ig) when people start talking about how the fandom(s) needs to start paying more attention to women and people of colour BUT they go about it in a way that seems to be heavily shaming other fans for... liking a popular creator or ship?

like, I completely agree with supporting and uplifting creators who are marginalised! but making angry posts about how you're sick of seeing [insert whiteboy yaoi here] everywhere just sort of makes people feel bad... when you could be spending that time actually promoting and supporting the creator(s) you love!

I have made posts in the past about how underappreciated BigB is, and how I think the life series fandom could do with watching his videos and being less unconsciously racist. but I didn't go on a long angry rant about desert duo being everywhere or annoying grian fans or whatever, because that just isn't relevant?? the popularity of one creator isn't a personal attack on your favourite underappreciated guy!

but to clarify: making a woman / poc cc or character moment all about your favourite whiteboy is bad. simply enjoying your favourite whiteboy content, while keeping an open mind to other creators and checking them out, is fine! the argument should not be 'stop posting so much about these guys im annoyed because theyre everywhere and my blorbo isnt!' it should be 'you should all check out this creator theyre really cool here's some art / fic I made!'

I understand the frustration, having been on both sides of the Popular / Unpopular Character Enjoyer spectrum, of trying to find blorbo content and being hit with one million pieces of work about a character you're uninterested in. but I would always argue that asking people to tag their stuff properly, and promoting / encouraging more engagement with your guy, will make people actually listen to you far more than just raging about it.

that all being said, go watch BigB life series 🔫

[lola-theshowgrl]

I'm not great at these introduction posts, and this one feels extra strange because it's a bit late coming. Still, I've been remiss, and I felt like it was important to have this somewhere, so here we are!

Hullo!

I'm Lola, I live in the UK, and I'm a writer. I love books, films, music, art, food, and flowers, and if I could disappear into the woods to live like a little cottage witch or a hobbit, I would absolutely do that.

I enjoy simple things. I have my own garden for the first time in my life, and I'm slowly learning how to look after that, moving things about, pruning, and growing veggies from seed. The word of Monty Don is law, and I watch Gardener's World quite religiously.

I have a lot of houseplants, which I'm more knowledgeable about, but only because it was the closest I could get to a garden for many years. I was renting for a long time, so I moved practically every other year, and my houseplants have accumulated to become something like an indoor jungle.

I also like to cook - and to eat! I'm a home cook, I was taught largely by my grandma and by watching various cooking shows over the years. I love how food brings people together, how it varies culturally, and I have a talent for tasting a dish and being able to replicate flavours without a recipe, which is neat.

I do a bit of crafting, though not as much as I used to. I make candles, soap, wax melts and such. I also knit and sew, but only very basically, and I'd like to get better at both, but I never seem to make any time for it. I'm not a particularly organised person, except by necessity, and this often shows itself in such areas.

I love nature and being outside. I walk a lot, usually with my dog, Wilfred, and we visit rivers, forests, beaches, and the occasional marsh together at weekends. There's nothing like fresh air and a good walk to clear your head a bit, I think. That said, I don't like being cold much, and wet socks horrify me on a very primal level, and if it was up to me I wouldn't ever leave the house when it's raining.

I love the sun. You will never hear me complain about it being too hot, I guarantee it. I wait for summertime all year long, and it's fairly short here in England, so I spend as much of the season outside as I can, basking like a lizard.

I'm in my late thirties and coming up fast on middle-age, and I noticed my first grey hairs about a year ago - just a few bright, silvery strands at my temples and around my ears. I feel like I've mentally been a fifty year old since I was ten, so ageing doesn't concern me too much. Also I feel like I won some kind of battle by getting to this point? Sometimes I think about the lonely teenager I was, convinced I wouldn't see twenty-five, and wish I could find a way back to her to tell her she's going to be okay.

I'm short and fat, my nose is a little crooked, my eyes are blue, and my hands are oddly small. I dress like an elderly librarian, and I know I'm winning at the female-gaze when other women compliment my tweed skirts and flowery dresses. I have a vast collection of cardigans.

I'm autistic, I'm queer, and I'm partially deaf. I ought to wear a hearing aid, but honestly? I've heard enough.

Yes, I do think I'm funny.

I love art, classic or new, and I seem to have somehow assimilated a working knowledge of Impressionism. I blame my mother for this.

I once went to the Tate for a school trip and sat in front of a painting by Monet for two hours without moving, and got into trouble for not sticking with the group. I'm obsessed with the idea that Degas was Jack The Ripper, and I wish more people knew about Berthe Morisot.

Books. Stories. Fiction. My true love, and the very core of who I am. I read The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien when I was about eleven years old, and fell head over heels with the fantasy genre. Later that same year, I read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, and little did I know, became heavily invested in slow-burn romance. Then, I read Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, and I knew I wanted to write, just as Jo March did.

I've been scribbling away ever since, trying always to improve, to find my voice and craft interesting stories. I've written a huge amount of fanfiction over the years, and even though much of it has been lost to time and various platforms, I learned a lot from those stories. I did publish two books about a decade ago, under a pen name and with a small press, but I had a pretty bad experience with it, and I stopped writing for a long while afterwards.

It was fanfiction that brought back my love for writing again, and I've been dabbling off and on with some original work for the past three years or so. People are weird about fanfiction, I find, but there's nothing like writing for the simple joy of it, with no expectations, to rekindle your love for the craft. It's only through the encouragement and kindness of the folk who were reading those works that I'm here today, trying again to write and publish my original stories.

Anyway, that's me in a nutshell! I probably waffled on a bit, but thank you for reading anyway!

[kwamiwayzz]

Class of '09 Fic Rec List

(Art by Phrogpole on Twitter)

I created a doc sometime ago that included fic recs outside of Jecka/Nicole, but it ended up getting to a point where I started adding fics for pairings that I haven't read (or if I'll even read). It started feeling less honest, and I didn't want to bullshit it. So, now I'm creating this to include any fics I've read that I enjoyed or thought were good/well-written.

General:

Nicole-Fucking-Yu by VirginiaBurke - A fic that starts off similarly to the games, but Nicole is half-Asian. As someone who follows the Wasian Nicole headcanon pretty hard, this was such fun read. Unfortunately, it's incomplete, and I'm not sure if the author plans on updating it or finishing it. It's an interesting character study as well since Nicole's added minority status puts an extra layer to how she interacts with others and how others interact with her.

Solemates by Queen_Bae - Formatting issues aside, I think for the author’s first fic, this had some of the best characterization of Nicole that balances between maintaining her cluster B behavior with some of her more sympathetic traits. It also manages to merge two routes from Flip Side in a satisfying way that makes the canon version feel more like fanfiction than this one.

Life’s Like This by nutal - For people who just played Flip Side and were devastated by that one ending where Jecka left Nicole hanging, this is for you. The dialogue of Jecka trying to convince Nicole not to off herself was pretty funny and sweet. It's also considered a friendship fic which was why I didn't include this in my previous Jeckole fic rec lists.

Aricole:

I Won’t Lose (You) by ThaneOfVainglory - It's a Dead Dove fic in the sense that the themes and abuse are very heavy here. This is a canon divergent fic where Nicole tries to convince Ari to keep dating her after the counselor gave Ari the unintentional revelation that she was in an abusive relationship. Don't expect any happy endings for any character here, including Nicole, because the whole atmosphere of this fic hones in very closely on how vile Nicole can be. Personally, it may not be my favorite version of her, but reading the descent of their relationship was so interesting. If you're looking for a dark fic, especially an Aricole one, this one is for you.

Fishing For Love by ThaneOfVainglory - Ari and Nicole go on a fishing trip with Ari's dad. As usual, Nicole is an asshole here. What's new? But I think what I liked about this fic was how the codependency was written, even if it was only stated (not exactly shown) when Nicole was talking to Ari's dad. Despite Nicole being demeaning to Ari, Ari doesn't mind it (to an extent; or maybe she continues to gaslight herself, who knows). She's trying to work shit out in her fucked up brain, but the thought of being alone terrifies her to no end.

In Sickness And In Health by ThaneOfVainglory - I mostly thought the way the Aricole dynamic was written was pretty interesting. Ari falls ill, and it's the one time Nicole thinks to herself if she actually cares about her through all the abuse.

Off Target by Progman - The dynamic here is as fucked up and toxic as it gets for Aricole. Maybe not to the same degree as how ThaneOfVainglory writes them, but close enough.

Emicole:

Ecstasy by uxugxrl - As someone who doesn't really read a lot of Emily/Nicole, this fic captured Emily's unmedicated BPD brain pretty well (at least in my opinion). Emily worships the ground Nicole walks on, yet won't hesitate to slice her if she as so much seems to be looking down on her.

[puckpocketed]

At @neonfretra ‘s request, a closer look at the stickers :

More ID and trivia under the cut!! :D

(1) ID: Sticker in the shape of an arched window. The design is a parody of Atlas holding the world on his shoulders. Instead of a globe he holds a sparkling disco ball. Text following the disco ball’s arch reads: “Make Disco…” and below Atlas, “Popular Again. We can dance all night long. Sancho’s Dirty Laundry.” On either side of Atlas text reads: “[Established] 2009.” /. End ID.

Sancho’s is a printmaker/spray paint/merch store that i love to frequent. Many of the stickers here are from Sancho’s. I have many more pasted into my notebooks. Sancho is one of those people who’s like… effortlessly cool and you wanna impress her sooo bad and she’s extremely out of your league. Does this make sense??

Anyways this sticker was a collaboration from a guest artist apparently!! She does these sometimes and sells the designs as stickers.

I wish i had my nice notebook on me because i cut out a stamped design from one of her paper bags she gives out to customers who buy things, it’s this giant rat-boy-man-guy dressed like a greaser?? God. She’s so cool. Did i mention that.

(2) ID: Die cut cartoon duck sticker looking rotund and angry and carrying a knife in its wing. Text over its head reads: “Peace was never an option.” /. End ID

Sticker from Sancho’s <3 She has this big fuck off box just sitting on the counter filled with stickers, a completely disorganised pile of them <3 each sticker is like?? $2-3??? $7 for 3 deal if memory serves.

I love this duckie sooo bad. It’s very Quentin-Musty-trade-request to me <3

(3) ID: Sticker of a cartoon dog DJ’ing, the art style is a pastiche of Keith Haring, with bold lines and simple representations of shapes and limited colours. /. End ID.

Sancho’s sticker!! I think I was with a friend the day I found this one + the other Haring-style sticker. That was a really good day. Not to be sappy but i really love being in community with artists and taking walks in the city and browsing for little treats and chattering away. I feel so warm thinking about days like those. <3

(4) ID: Sticker of a bathroom scene in a very simple cartoon art style. A person in floaties and a naval captain’s hat takes a bath with a flamingo and holds out a can of soda to the viewer. The soda can reads, “Vacation” in tiled, diagonal text. The shower curtain text reads “Isolation”. /. End ID.

Sancho’s!! Another guest artist print I believe.. man i love these… I should ask her about the lore behind them. I love hoarding stories.

I kept the ID short but there’s so much to say about this little sticker. I look at it and see something new every time. The little faces on the cactus and the sun. The cactus holding a tiny umbrella. MAN!!!! Just very aspirational for me as someone who overworks and overthinks their art. This kind of absurdist (???) stuff is soooo <333

(5) ID: Die cut sticker of a hand. The thumb and forefinger are almost touching, the pinky finger sticks out, curled away from the rest of the fingers. /. End ID.

This one is from a sticker book!! I loved this gesture sooo much.

Someone once said my hands resembled the kinds of hands they painted in fancy old portraits and I still think about that to this day

(6) ID: Die cut sticker of a rabbit playing cello. /. End ID.

(7) ID: Square sticker of a skull encircled by a wreath of vines and wands/rods in a triangle. It resembles a postage stamp. /. End ID.

(8) ID: Die cut sticker of a maple leaf. /. End ID.

(9) ID: Circle sticker depicting a tram coming towards the viewer. It has huge cartoon eyes and a smiling mouth. Text reads: “I rode the light rail.”

Not much to say about 6-8 except i thought they were cute… yes the skull included i think the eye holes shaped like that look like downturned brows. Like the skull is making pleading eyes at me <3 i think theyre all from a sticker book.

LIGHT RAIL STICKER MY BELOVED!!! My tiny little tram line… so happy she exists <3 I used to bike past it in blistering heat for the couple years it was being built…. I longed for a day i could dodge fares and escape the heat in air conditioned bliss <3

Our government has kinda been faffing about with promises of extending the line further and im mad about it !! Give my girl her 8x12M contract extension NEEOW

(10) ID: Die cut sticker of a black cat holding a knife in it’s mouth. Its ears and tail are up in excitement, it stares with big round eyes. /. End ID.

The animal + knife thing comes up twice, whatever they say about nickels !! <3

I think ?? This is a Sancho’s sticker? Not like, one of hers but one of the many loose stickers in the Sticker Lucky Dip Box <3 i like taking my very cultured friends there and rummaging around in the sticker box while i let them go at the imported Japanese clothes and the fuckoff-huge coffee table artbooks/fashion tomes/cocktail bibles

(11) ID: Die cut sticker of a branch of wattles, an Australian acacia characterised by its golden puff ball clusters. The sticker’s gold foil is faded slightly from wear. /. End ID.

Got this one as well as (15) from a Christmas bonbon a while back and unearthed the stickers in a desk clean out shortly after I started decorating this case!! :3

Not a Christmas guy tbh but that year i got together with some friends and played a couple card games.. it was a good day <3 my stickers are filled with memories waaaahhhh

(12) ID: Die cut sticker of a chick in a pink bonnet holding up an umbrella made out of an eggshell. /. End ID.

(13) ID: Die cut sticker of a corked medicine bottle labelled “Effervescent Brain Salt.” It claims, “Cures headaches and indigestion,” at the neck of the bottle. In finer print on the main label, “Brain troubles, headaches, sea sickness, nervous debility, sleeplessness, excessive study mania, over brainwork.” /. End ID.

What else is there to say about this… the jokes tell themselves… hilarious sticker no notes <3

(14) ID: Die cut sticker of a black pansy flower in bloom. /. End ID.

(15) ID: Die cut sticker of a red-flowering gum on a branch. It is an Australian eucalyptus tree characterised by bright red flowers. /. End ID.

(16) ID: Square sticker of two people dancing in a pastiche of Kieth Haring’s art style. Instead of separate heads, they are joined into one with a red heart at the center. /. End ID.

I knowww the commercialisation of his art is kinda shit and bad but i am NOT immune to it… sowwie… i think most queer merch is unbearably tacky PLEASE let me have these $3 stickers…. Wauhghhh…

As you can see the protective film is lifting </3 I gotta glue that shit down soon

(17) ID: Die cut sticker, a pastiche of Gosōtei Hirosada’s 1855 print Kasa Ippon-ashi. It depicts a kabuki actor dressed as the Japanese yokai Kasa-obake, which takes the form of a one-legged umbrella creature. The art is done in the style of a traditional tattoo. /. End ID.

I got this one digging through a bowl of stickers at a tattoo parlour while I was waiting for my artist!!

The tattoo i got that day was a huge trad dagger piercing through skin + a crescent moon. I chatted up the receptionist and she said she just prints them in her spare time and i could take one free <3 i love womun… <3

I take semi regular buses for day-trips to go trawling through the cafe scene in a city about 3 hours away im silly like that and also we dont have nice cross country trains </3 and I sat next to a guy who he remarked upon the sticker and we got to chatting about our tattoos

He was a tattoo artist travelling back home!! He gave me so many recommendations for places to try and i feel so bad i barely remember them all but it was just. Y’know. One of those wonderful experiences from out of a movie where the person you sat next to is cool as hell and human connection wins over zoning out for 3 hours to podcasts LMAO

I need to write about him in one of my artsy diary pieces… the memory is already a bit of a smudge i fearrr….

Anyway i dooo oscillate between lookin like an unassuming preppy uni student -> greasy gothdyke-fag depending on how long my shirt sleeves are… eughg long winded way of saying people make a lot of assumptions about my character . Anyways this sticker is a great icebreaker for letting people know they can talk to me about tattoos <3

Im really sad that there’s bits that have lifted and i was forced to cut them off for fear of further lifting… but it’s ok!! Theres some poetry to the impermanence of it.. if i squint and tilt my head…..

(18) ID: Die cut sticker of a ladybug. /. End ID.

(19) ID: Die cut sticker of a colourful feather. It is green, red, yellow, and off-white, and very fluffy. /. End ID.

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR. HI. This took a fair bit longer than i thought it would <3 I love over-explaining and telling stories you will never catch me shutting up ever… i hope you enjoyed show-and-tell with puckpocketed… pastpocketed had no idea what he signed up for when he said an ID was comin LOL

QUITE late but. hockeyblr coffee playdate? working on transcripts today while scoreboard watching the habs game