#so for now these'll work!

[humming-fly]

Happy to report I have finally started listening to Malevolent and to no one's surprise I am already obsessed (I'm almost done with s2 atm please don't send me spoilers yet sdlkfj)

I'll skip over my usual formality of having one normal art post before diving into shitposts let's not waste anyone's time here

[anhonestdaysworkcomic]

just finished fully reading one of my reference books. Just bought three more

[krispycreamsicle]

oh god

[stinkylittleanon]

peeps my silly little head in

Unsure how to word this super well, but like- Wally Darling flustered headcanons? Like!! Uhm! What can fluster him, how he behaves when flustered, stuff like that <:) I request this moreso in a flushy blushy flustered kind of light /r, but feel free to take it whichever direction you’d like!! Platonic or romantic !!

Have a lovely day!!

Oooh, these'll be different from other headcanons I've seen!

Wally Darling flustered!!

So, despite what everyone else writes... He doesn't get flustered easily. Flirt with him and he'll take it as a compliment, compliment him and he'll... Take it as a compliment!

What really gets him flustered? Kisses!

Kiss where his nose is meant to be and he'll pile on the floor-

Give a lil' kiss to the top of his hair and he'll literally find it so cute!

Kiss his hand or fingers and he's like :O

But kiss his cheek and this man with be over the moon! He finds cheek kissing the cutest and most intimate and just loveliest thing!

Blowing kisses doesn't work, though, he's learned that already!

Giving gifts may or may not work! But if you make your intentions obvious enough... He still might not get it-

Give him a red paper heart and he's like "aww, so cute!"

Give him one and THEN a kiss? ZOOWEE MAMA

I hate that I said that

But once you get any romantic intentions through his little pea brain, he'll start to catch on and get more flustered.

Grab his hand and he'll blush a bit and keep on with his convo

Pull him onto your lap and he'll stop talking altogether for a moment

Once he realizes that you mean this in a non-platonic way... He'll start looking at the small things.

Even smaller when you're alone.

He'll notice what hand you draw with and give it a kiss, and you're reaction is so cute that now HE'S flustered!

Oh my god if you know poetry and give him smth romantic HE'LL FINALLY NOTICE

If you specify it's for him... Please, he won't notice subtle things!

Also nicknames... Oh nicknames...

"Wally, my love?" He'd stop in place and STARE

Onto a more story like thing-

With a kiss on the head as you gently hold his face in your hands, the two of you alone after a fun day and you're off to go to your home...

And slowly, hesitantly letting go of his face, you'd be shocked to find that he'd grab your hands quickly, looking up at you with pupils blown wide.

"Please." He wouldn't speak further, but you understand what he meant.

And so you'd gently hold his face again, leaning down and peppering many little kisses on his face! Oh this poor boy is so flustered!

But he's laughing, and trying his best to return them in the most puppet way possible! It's little bonks of his face on yours, but it's still sweet enough for both of your hearts to be soaring!

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! Thank you so much for all the work you put into this archive. I've spent so many hours reading fics lately and enjoying every second thanks to you all!

I wonder if you have any recs for human!au fics where Crowley and Azi meet either online, as penpals or some other way that's anonymous, but maybe they don't know each other in real life or they don't know the other is their online friend/penpal. I really like the build-up towards meeting each other and things like that! I hope it's not too confusing. Any suggestions with those themes would be wonderful ❤️

We have loads of fics along these lines on our #social media tag, a specific pen pals post here, and you'll find similar kinds of fics our our #mistaken identity tag. I've got a bunch now, but I'm sure these'll all be on the tags mentioned, because there are only so many (unfortunately; I too love this trope!)...

Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman (T)

The human wrong number AU I have been craving. Trapped at a boring Halloween party, Aziraphale tries to get in touch with Gabriel but his text ends up in the wrong place.

Press L in the Chat (for Love) by Phoenix_Soar (E)

Bickering fan-content creators Aziraphale and Crowley only have three things in common — they are both avid fans of a new revolutionary TV series about pirates, they are popular for their fantastic fanfiction and fanart… and they are members of the same discord server. Neither of them likes the other, but across the chaotic virtual world of a discord chatroom, who knows what can happen when these two unlikely fans are paired up for an exciting collaboration? Us. We know ;) Discord Server AU — a collaboration between Phoenix_Soar (fic) and Djapchan (multivoice podfic organization & editing) for Pod-Together 2022

A Tricky Situation (Entirely of his own making) by sixbynine (E)

"Crowley stood up and went to leave, he turned back just as he opened the door and took a deep breath. “You know I was quite excited to come here and work with you. I enjoyed reading your work. I disagree with a lot of it, but your writing style is lovely and every so often you’d let that privileged rich white boy mask drop and it was fantastic. I was hoping to meet that Professor Fell, but I’m beginning to think maybe he doesn’t exist and I’m going to be stuck with a rude stuck up arsehole for the next five years.” He slammed the door behind him before Aziraphale could respond. Aziraphale gaped, open mouthed, at the shut door." -- Aziraphale is teaching at Kings College London. He's been teaching at King College London for a long time now thank you very much and he does not take kindly to new Professors being sprung on him suddenly. Especially when this one has quite publically made his opinon of Aziraphale's work known. Luckily Aziraphale has an understanding penpal...

Readings From the Books of Ashtoreth by Quefish (E)

Vicar Aziraphale Bookman has a comfortable life. He lives in and serves the small village community of Tadfield. He enjoys contributing to local businesses, taking walks, and of course reading. His 'guilty pleasure', which gives him no guilt and all pleasure, is a series of novels by one AJ Ashtoreth. But what happens when he reaches out with an innocent bit of fanmail?

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (E)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

I Knew I Loved You by AppleSeeds (E)

In September 1999, when his family gets connected to the internet, prospective Marine Biology student Crowley discovers an online forum where he can actually talk to people who share his passion for saving the whales. He begins corresponding with a kind stranger he knows only as Ocean_Angel, and is incredibly excited when the opportunity arises to meet this mysterious person in real life. As their friendship develops, Crowley shares things with Angel that he can't talk about with anyone else, and Angel's insights help him to explore and embrace his own identity. As Crowley works towards finding a place in this world where he feels like he really belongs, he realises that a big part of the answer to that question might actually be right in front of him. What if where he belongs is with Angel?

Big Name Feelings by ghostrat (E)

FANDOM AU! • Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him. How they ever became friends is beyond him, but here they are: One month out from Prophet Con, and Crowley is asking him to be his boyfriend. Just for the weekend, of course.

- Mod D

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

Rubber Toys & Fun

+18 if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary: Hancock and Reader find an old toy factory, and they find something unexpected. Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, toy kink.

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You are walking for hours, your feet are hurting so badly that you fear they're bleeding.

At your side, your companion Hancock continues to sigh, clearly tired as you are.

A large building reveals itself from between the debris of two big skyscrapers.

The Insignia says "Rub__er Toy_ & F_n", it's a rusty mess, and some letters missing.

It seems safe enough, empty even, with no Raiders or supermutants in sight.

You enter and the nauseating smell of burned rubber attacks your nose, John however doesn't seem bothered and you envy his lack of smell.

"What the hell was this place?" You ask, trying to open a closed door.

Hancock rummages through some desks in the Hall before finding a working terminal, "They produced rubber toys, you know...rubber ducks, squeaky toys for dogs and all those sorts of things"

"That's why this place is empty" you murmur, "There's nothing of value here"

"At least we have a place to rest for a bit" Hancock adds.

You manage to open that door, revealing a big room with machinery for mass production.

On the conveyor belts, there are ducks of all shapes and colours, toy aliens and other everyday objects.

You wander into the dusty old factory, John following you.

As you enter the farthest area which looks like a dedicated shipping area, there are trucks parked in long rows and crates upon crates of goods ready to be shipped.

Hancock forces open one of them, with a big red X on one side, and he whistles and laughs, "What?" You ask.

"Well, this is unexpected" he giggled, "Come and see"

You approach him, and he looks into some opened crates  Inside them, there was a rich assortment of sex toys, from dildos to vibrators and cock rings and many more.

You blush vigorously and step away.

"Uh... hehe...well, that's... nice...but useless" you stammer.

Hancock can't help but laugh, "Useless? We could use some of these!" he smiles.

"Imagine all the fun we could have!" You look at him, disbelief in your eyes.

"Hancock..." you say, shaking your head "We don't have time for that..."

"Oh come on!" he insists, holding up a large strap-on dildo.

You sigh, heavily.

"Look, we need to find food, water...things like that. Not toys for our... private time." You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool.

You can't help but feel a stirring between your legs as you think about the possibility of using those toys, it would be nice to have some release but the thought seems so absurd that you try to repress it.

John looks at you with the most incredible puppy eyes an adult ghoulified man could ever manage to do.

You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the growing wetness between your legs.

"Goddammit...alright! Take the ones you like most, don't take everything. We need to travel light." 

Hancock looks at you, a playful grin on his face. "Alright, you're the boss." He takes a few items, and you don't dare to look at what he chooses. "These'll do fine for now." 

You turn around, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. The last thing you need is for him to know how turned on you are right now.

For a brief moment, your mind drifted away to the lewd image of Hancock squirming on a large dildo.

Fuck.

As much as you try to deny It to yourself, you like John. He's smart, he's reckless and passional, he loves to help people without asking for something in return and he has a charm that's hard to resist.

His look doesn't bother you at all, you find him oddly fascinating, handsome even.

You are so gone for him.

Exploring the factory a bit more you find a room with a few mattresses scattered around. It looks like it might be used as a shelter for the factory workers or someone else in the past centuries.

You head over to them and start pushing some debris aside to clear a space for you and Hancock to sleep.

"We should take turns on watch," You say to him.

Hancock nods in agreement. "I'll take the first watch, you get some rest." He says, looking around the room. "There's not much activity in this area, but I'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

You lie down on one of the beds, trying to ignore the discomfort of the old mattress. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional creak of rusty springs as Hancock shifts his weight.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep. 

Your dreams are filled with images of the world before the apocalypse: people laughing, cars driving, stores filled with food, your old job and colleagues. You find yourself missing those simple things.

Suddenly, you are awoken by the sound of something.

It's not loud, but it's definitely not normal. You sit up, looking around the dark room, your eyes adapting to the scarce light, trying to figure out where it's coming from.

That's when you notice Hancock, his pants around his ankles. He's grunting and moaning softly as he thrusts his hips.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously, and a wet sound fills the air with each thrust.

He's obviously jerking off.

You blush, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

Clearing your throat, you try to get Hancock's attention. "Uhm...Ehm... John?" you call him.

Hancock jumps at the sound of your voice, his hand going to hide something in his bag. He looks around wildly, then sees you sitting up on the bed. "Oh, uh... hey," he says sheepishly. "I didn't mean to wake you." 

You blush even deeper. "It's... it's alright," you manage to say. "I just... thought I should let you know I believe it's my turn to watch now." You try to sound casual, but you're not sure if you succeed.

You could set fire to the damn mattress.

Hancock nods, taking a deep breath. "Right. Yeah. Of course." He pulls up his pants, wincing as the movement causes his cock to brush against his clothes "Sorry about that. I guess I got a little...uhm carried away."

You can't help but be curious about what he hid. If he was not using his hand, what was he using?

"Uhm, no worries...does that feel good? What you were...using?" you ask, trying to sound normal about It.

It's Hancock's turn to blush.

"Well, I found this..." he says, holding up a fleshlight. "I didn't know what it was at first, but I figured it out pretty quick." He looks sheepish again. "It feels good, yeah."

You nod, unable to hide your interest any longer. "Do you..." You clear your throat. "Do you want to... show it to me?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. 

You know what a fleshlight is, even if you haven't ever seen one up close.

Hancock looks at you, surprise flickering across his features. "Uh... sure?" he says hesitantly.

He hands you the fleshlight, unsure of what to expect.

Taking it from him, you inspect it closely. It's soft and pliable, and filled with some sort of lubricant.

You hand it back to him, giving him a shy smile. "Why... don't you show me?"

The question slips from your brain to your mouth and you curse to yourself, that's not something you should ask a friend.

Hancock's eyes go wide and for a moment you fear he could push you away and simply insult you.

Then takes the fleshlight back, nodding.

He unfastens his pants again, letting out a content sight as he frees himself from the confinement of his now damp thigh underwear.

You can't take your eyes away from his length, even in the dim light of your Pip-boy, you see the size of it.

It's stupidly thick, not very long and scarred like the rest of his skin, and a part of your brain asks if that means he feels less or more than normal.

John positions the fleshlight over his cock, guiding it slowly onto his shaft. There's a wet, sucking sound as it seals around him, and he lets out a moan of pleasure. "Like that," he whispers, beginning to thrust up and down.

You watch, mesmerized by the sight of him using it. The fleshlight is designed to mimic the feel of a tight pussy, and it seems to be doing it wonderfully.

Hancock's hips move faster now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that feels good," he mutters.

He looks over at you with glassy eyes "God, I wish..." His voice trails off as he bit his lip.

You decide to encourage him, to see where this goes. "Tell me what you wish," you whisper, reaching for his cheek and caressing it.

Hancock looks down, squeezing his eyes shut "I wish this was you" he confesses. 

Your heart skips more than a bit, and you swallow hard, maybe your ears are playing tricks on you, "You want it to be me?" You ask, incredulous.

His movements become more erratic. "God yes," he whimpers, looking at you this time. "I want to feel you around me, feel your tight..." He closes his eyes again, grinding against the fleshlight. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

You watch as his face contorts, his entire body tensing. "Cum for me," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Cum in there like you would cum inside me." 

Hancock's orgasm is sudden and powerful, his entire body jerking as he cries out.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shots into the fleshlight until it is so full of it that it runs down the edges, I drip it down his pants, leaving it slick and sticky. He collapses onto the bed, gasping for air.

After a few moments, he looks up at you. "I'm sorry," he says, both hands covering his face in shame. "I didn't mean to... to suggest anything like that."

You nod, your heart still racing from the hottest sight you ever witness, "It's okay," you say,

"It was just... a fantasy, I guess." You force a smile, trying to make it look casual. 

Hancock nods, sitting up and pulling himself together. "Well," he says, looking back at the fleshlight with guilt. "I guess I should clean this up." He stands up, awkwardly tucking himself away, and heads for a nearby bathroom.

You sit there on the bed, heart pounding in your chest, trying to make sense of what just happened. Was that real? Did he really want it to be you? And what does it mean, if he did?

As Hancock returns from the bathroom, he looks at you, his expression unreadable.

"Listen," he begins. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I shouldn't have... I mean, I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's okay, really," you say, forcing a smile. "We all have our fantasies... it's just something to make us go..." You hope the words sound convincing. "Let's just put it behind us, okay?"

Hancock nods slowly, but you can tell he's not convinced at all.

As the tension in the air begins to ease, you realize that your palms are sweaty. And the worst part? You can feel the wetness in your panties, and you're sure your pants are stained too.

You curse your body's betrayal, wishing you could make it go away. But as you sit there, you can see that Hancock has noticed as well.

His eyes flick down to your crotch, and then back up to meet yours. 

"You okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah," you manage to choke out. "I'm fine."

Hancock hesitates for a moment, then moves closer to you. "You don't have to hide it," he whispers. "We've all been there."

"I...I know. This is not the right moment, tho" you lie to him.

There's something unspoken in John's eyes, you want to know what he's thinking as he sits next to you, and you understand he's asking for permission.

As his fingers slide beneath your pants and the fabric of your panties, you feel yourself trembling.

"A little help, mh?" He whispers in your ear "Like you did for me"

His touch is soft and gentle as he caresses you, you bite your lip and nod.

"It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to," he says.

It feels so good, you close your eyes, unable to resist the sensations any longer.

You grasp at the lapel of his redingote, pulling him towards you, your hands slip on his cheeks as you kiss him for the first time.

You grow wetter and more needy. Your hips begin to move on their own, searching for more contact against his hand. 

"John...more. More please" you whimper.

His fingers find your clit and circle it expertly. You cry out, your body arching, but it's not enough.

"Fuck," you gasp, your head spinning, and the room seems to shift. "I need more."

He pulls away, eyes locked on yours. "Want a toy?" he asks, "Because I...took some for you..."

Your mind reels as you process what he's just said, your body, however, has already decided.

It aches for release, for something more than just his hand on you.

You nod mutely, not able to speak.

He goes to his bag, pulling out a ridged glass dildo. He hands it to you, but you shake your head.

"No," you croak out, "You use it on me." The words are out before you can stop them, and you feel a flash of embarrassment wash over you.

But the need for release is too strong, and you find yourself throwing your pride out of the window.

With rapid motions, you remove your boots and clothes and return to the mattress.

You spread your legs some more, Hancock's eyes widen in surprise, but then he smirks and takes hold of the dildo, positioning it at your entrance.

"Nice and slow, sister." He murmurs against your lips.

Slowly, he pushes it inside you, and you moan at the sensation of being filled so completely.

He begins to thrust, aiming the dildo against your G-spot with each stroke. 

"Did you take... a ridged one because...?" you say between moans. 

Your eyes meet Hancock's, and you see the amusement in his gaze. "Because, It looks a little like mine, yes" He answers as he thrusts deeper, "I guess I liked the idea of you using it"

Your body is on fire, and as he continues to fuck you with the dildo, your orgasm building. You grip the mattress, digging your nails into the fabric as you feel yourself coming undone. 

Your hips buck up, meeting his thrusts, urging him on.

You cry out, your back arches and you throw your head back. Wave after wave of ecstasy curses through your body, making you tense tight around the toy.

A hot liquid spurts from your core, coating his hand and the bed beneath you.

John watches you in awe "Yes," he groans, "Like that." 

He doesn't stop, continuing to piston the toy inside you, he pushes deeper, harder, driving you over the edge again. 

You scream his name, your body arching off the bed, the pleasure too much to bear. 

As your muscles relax, he pulls the toy free, his fingers still coated in your fluids. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you, and a shudder runs through you at the realization of what you've just done.

Hancock's eyes meet yours for a moment, and then he leans in, pressing his lips to your folds. His tongue darts out, tasting you as he laps at your fluids. 

His tongue flicks and swirls, licking up every drop of your cum, leaving your skin slick and glistening with saliva.

"John," you gasp, the pleasure building within you once more.

"I love you," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the wet sounds he's making.

You're not entirely sure where the words come from, but as soon as they leave your lips, you feel a weight lift from your chest. 

They feel so right, like coming home from a long journey.

Hancock pauses for a moment, his eyes searching yours, he smiles, and then leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate, possessive kiss. 

As he kisses you, his hand finds its way back between your legs, stroking you gently, soothingly. 

When at last you pull away, gasping for air, Hancock's eyes are still fixed on yours. 

"I love you too," he whispers, his voice hoarse and raw. "I truly do." 

"Make love to me," you whisper, your voice shaking with emotion. "Please."

Hancock's expression softens, he pulls away, sitting up on the bed, and gently guides you into his lap. 

His hands move to your hips, steadying you as he lines himself up with your entrance. John looks up at you, searching your eyes for permission. 

He pushes inside you, slowly at first, then with more force when he finds you meet his thrusts. The air is filled with the slap of flesh against flesh, of the moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Oh God, John," you moan, arching your back as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. Your nails scrape down his back, and Hancock sadly knows they won't last for long.

He leans forward, capturing one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking hungrily as he fucks you.

"Is it...like you dreamed?" You ask, your breath hot against his neck.

Hancock groans, his hips moving faster "No," he growls, "It's better. God, you feel so good. So tight." He thrusts harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen, "Aah! John!" you cry out, your body tensing around him as your orgasm washes over you. 

Hancock follows close behind, his eyes rolling back in his head as he releases himself deep inside you, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place.

You can feel it, the warmth spreading as he fills you to the brim.

At last, he collapses forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder and you hold him close, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heart against your skin. 

"Taking those sex toys wasn't a bad idea after all" you chuckle breathlessly.

Hancock, nuzzes his face into your neck. "No, it wasn't." His hands move up your back, caressing your shoulder blades. "But I don't think I'll ever need them again. Not as long as I have you."

It's romantic in some kind of way.

"Mh, not even that big vibrator?" You joke.

"Well, now that you mention it..." He grins playfully, his fingers teasing your skin. "Maybe there are one or two things I wouldn't mind trying with you." His voice lowers, becoming husky.

You smile, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I'm sure we can." You gaze up at him, wondering if this is happening. 

It feels like a good dream, too good to be true. 

But as you look into his black eyes, you know that's more real than anything that happened in your life.

Hancock leans in, kissing you, his tongue slides against yours, and you sigh softly into his mouth.

You shift your weight and that's when you remember he's still inside you, not softening a bit.

"John..." You breathe, feeling the familiar ache beginning to build inside you once more. "I think I'm ready for round two." 

His eyes darken and he smiles, his hand moving to your hip, guiding you to lift your hips. He pulls out slowly, letting you feel the cold air on your slick skin only to pull you down fast.

"I think I can manage that," he says, grinning. 

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Notes: Sorry, this wasn't very long. I wrote it in an hour while waiting for my turn at my Doctor's clinic 😅

Should I write chapter 2?

[just-an-emily-existing]

Hey pookie, hopefully this can distract you from everything because I can only imagine the feelings you have now 🩷💕

Regarding the ships in your au, how did they realise they had feelings for their partners? And also- what is their favourite thing about their partners?

(Sending lots of (platonic) love and support, even if I’m MILES away from you rn, I’m still always just a message away) 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I knew you’d come in clutch, tysm for this bestie. I’ll do this for me and Douglas, Oliver and Toad, Rosie and Mavis, and Thomas and Percy. But I will try and go into deeper details on every couple's origin story. Let me know if you want any othe short couple stories. But these'll be short stories lol

Happy Reading!

For me and Douglas, it started when he first saw me. He instantly fell but I didn’t, I just wanted to get on the train to Sodor. But we kept bumping into each other like at the store or just on the street and we became friends, he showed me more of the Little Western and I showed him my drawings. Word quickly got around that Douglas has a crush on the new human girl. It was Donald who ended up snitching and telling me he liked me. I was honoured to be someone's special person. I immediately told Donald to take me to him. Luckily Douglas was taking a break and laying down next to Dilly's pond. I confronted him and asked if he liked me. Of course, he was a blushing and stuttering mess but he eventually spat it out that he liked me. By this time I was really starting to like him too and we agreed to go on a few dates to see if we’d be a good match. After one summer date in July, Douglas accidentally called me his girlfriend, but I didn’t mind, I liked the new title and by the end of the night, we become official! Of course, we had to keep our relationship on the down-low cuz at the time, human and engine couples were unheard of and kinda taboo. But after being yelled at by an old angry couple, it was STH who made the announcement for me and Douglas' relationship to be accepted.

For Oliver and Toad, they met after Toad was transferred to a new engine after being in an abusive relationship with Samantha (One of my Oc’s). Like Douglas, Toad instantly fell for Oliver, but Oliver was SO oblivious. Toad would leave subtle hints that he likes him but Oliver never caught on. Once Oliver was sent for scrap, Toad, Isabel and Dulcie were sent to be transferred to another engine, but Toad wasn’t having it, he had spent years with his love and refused to accept this fate. On the night Oliver was supposed to be scrapped, Toad came up with the idea to run away to Sodor. Oliver loved it and the four of them ran that night. Unfortunately the four were captured one night and were sent to the nearest scrapyard and left on a siding to rot. It was them that Toad finally told Oliver his feelings, seeing that they were not going to make it. Oliver was taken aback but accepted his feelings, although not truly feeling the same, he felt honoured to be the someone Toad was utterly devoted to. Oliver promised to go on a real date once they got to Sodor. Toad was confused but with this newfound energy, Oliver felt determined to live, not just for himself, but for Toad, for Isabel and Dulcie, and his siblings that he lost long ago. After being rescued by Douglas and were properly fixed up. the two finally had their real date and it went wonderfully! They were able to truly express how they felt for each other and explore their new home together. It was actually Oliver who asked Toad to be his “Precious Shell” (That’s Oliver's pet name for Toad) and he happily agreed. From then on, the two became inseparable, always pulling trains together and hanging out with their friends.

For Rosie and Mavis, I like to think they met after Rosie was rejected by Thomas and was feeling really down in the dumps. She and Mavis were scheduled to work together at Brendam Docks, but Rosie just couldn’t seem to focus on her work, only Thomas and his rejection. Mavis finally asked what was wrong and Rosie explained everything. Mavis listened and gave her input when needed. She told Rosie to try and move on and focus on herself cuz it was obvious Thomas isn’t interested and Rosie deserves some self care. Rosie understood that was the best move. Of course she tried, with Mavis' help and all but she just couldn’t get over him. He was perfect in her eyes and seeing him and Percy made her all the more heartbroken. As the days turned into weeks, Rosie tried hard to take Mavis’s advice. She immersed herself in her work, hauling goods, helping friends around the island, ect. But every time she saw Thomas, her heart would race. She admired the way the sunlight glimmered off his shiny blue paint and the way he laughed. Mavis noticed Rosie’s struggle. Encouraging her to join in fun outings, she suggested they go on a scenic trip to the seaside. Rosie hesitated but finally agreed, hoping the change of scenery might distract her. They talked, laughed, and shared stories the whole day and really got a better connection with each other. Mavis had a warm energy that made Rosie feel valued. Eventually, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, turning the sky a canvas of oranges and purples, Mavis told Rosie that she was loved, not just by those around her but by everyone on the island, and she didn't need the approval Thomas to feel good about herself. Rosie felt a warmth spread through her as she gazed into Mavis’s eyes. In that moment, something shifted within her. Maybe the engine she had always been destined to be with wasn't Thomas after all. It was Mavis, right there beside her, always supportive and always caring. Weeks turned into months, and their friendship blossomed into something deeper. Rosie began to notice how Mavis made her laugh like no one else could, how they shared a powerful connection that felt electric. One evening, as they stood side by side overlooking the same beach, Rosie took a deep breath, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her. Rosie finally spoke her mind and told Mavis how she felt. Mavis was surprised and asked if she was ready for a relationship. Rosie was sure, her feelings were true and was able to move on from Thomas fully. Mavis was happy to see her love become the best version of herself and from that day forward, Rosie and Mavis became a couple. Thomas and Rosie are still good friends, and are happy to have a stable friendship.

For Thomas and Percy, whoooo boy it's a crazy one. It started off as Thomas not really liking Percy (Then, pre-trans), thinking he's a bit dull and Percy just being oblivious to his subtle dislike. But of course, they grow to become good friends after working many jobs together and just hanging out as friends. Percy starts transitioning after a few years of being on Sodor, using he/him pronouns and having Thomas' support through it all. The day Percy became fully Percy, he showed off his new male human form to Thomas before anyone else. It was a bit of a shock to him but he still thought of him as a friend and would continue to call him his best friend. But little by little, after many years, they start to fall for each other and began pining for each other. Everyone could easily tell they liked each other, especially James, the engine they'd tell their feelings for the other with until finally James had enough of their pining and wishing for them to just get together already, so he planned a surprise date for them. With a plan forming in his mind, James decided to set up a special date for Thomas and Percy. He carefully devised a strategy to get them both to Tidmouth Sheds where hopefully, the two could open up to each other. Once there, James had planned a nice picnic for the three of them, as they all had the day off and had the whole sheds to themselves. It was very awkward cuz Thomas and Percy just couldn't seem to get the ball rolling, so James finally just spilled the tea. The two were embarrassed and tried to get James to shut up, but finally see that they had nothing to fear, cuz the feeling of love was mutual. Finally Thomas and Percy opened up and told the other how they really feel. James sighed in relief that he was able to bring a satisfying end to his favorite rom-com, which was Thomas and Percy lol.

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (March 17-23, 2024)

Mere days to go before a new Godzilla movie... didn't we just do this?

Before we welcome that latest entry, let's look back on one that just commemorated its golden anniversary. With Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla turning 50 on March 21, every member of Toho's Big Five has now hit the half-century mark. The company didn't mark the day itself with much; as has become typical, the celebration of Mechagodzilla (and presumably King Caesar) will be spread throughout the year. I wrote a bit about the magnificent machine, who I consider the best Godzilla antagonist, here. The film itself is one of Teruyoshi Nakano's masterpieces, an onslaught of animated rays and gorgeous explosions. The humans are forgettable, but they keep the pace brisk—and the alien commander Mugal is almost as devilish a villain as Mechagodzilla itself, especially in the English dub. Speaking of that dub, you can watch a video breaking down the entire voice cast here, thanks to the tireless work of the Save All Dubs! group.

Justice League vs. Godzilla vs. Kong #6 finally gets to the good stuff, with Lex Luthor piloting Mechagodzilla and commanding an army of Titans to raze Metropolis while the heroes counter with not one but two giant robots. It doesn't quite measure up to the Godzilla: Rulers of Earth finale, but like that double-sized issue, it required two artists (Christian Duce joined by Tom Derenick) to draw all those characters, and the results are impressive. The story hasn't grown any more complex, but I'm at least interested to see how it all wraps up.

In other Godzilla comic news, a Godziban manga by Sakuju Koizumi has started up, hosted by Telemaga, a tokusatsu-focused Kodansha site. The first installment was pretty short, so I'm guessing these'll be updated weekly. It isn't the first comic version of Godziban, as one called Godziman ran during the 1st Season, but this one's actually illustrated.

Tokyo's Ikebukuro district made Godzilla the honorary chief of police on March 16 to take part in a parade promoting traffic safety. The stunt made international headlines and generated no small amount of angst over Cop Godzilla. I think Gamera would've been better-suited to this campaign myself.

Here's the trailer for Season 2 of Chibi Godzilla Raids Again, revealing Gabara, Gigan, and Titanosaurus's designs. Looks as funny as the first one. Maaya Uchida, who sang the ending songs in SSSS.Gridman and SSSS.Dynazenon, will voice Chibi Minilla. It's gone weirdly neglected by English Godzilla social media accounts, but X user @MakoMattari translated it.

The Music Box Theatre in Chicago has a Godzilla program for the ages scheduled for June 7-13, in honor of his 70th birthday. There's not a weak day on the schedule, but the clear highlight is a 24-hour marathon of the entire Showa series on the 8th, which I don't think has ever been attempted before.

G-Fest has also started announcing guests: Ayako Fujitani (Asagi in the Heisei Gamera trilogy) and Rie Ota (Baragon in GMK), both first-timers. Frankly, they could carry the con themselves if they have to; not sure who I'm more excited to meet!

[oboe-o-oboete]

Hit Back

After Amane's interrogation, Fuuta finds out that Es hit her, and they plot their revenge.

Ooh, kyanako has added to the "mild swear inventory".

(Written at a very late hour.)

-

Amane woke up still seated in the interrogation chair, with her head resting on the table and throbbing. Of course Es had just left her there.

She pushed herself up and slowly guided herself to stand.

I should go check on the other unforgiven prisoners.

She stumbled out of her cell and started walking in the general direction of Fuuta and Mahiru's cells.

Who should I visit first? Mahiru-san is probably asleep, so that means I should start with-

She trudged along, willing herself not to fall over on the way there.

Her will wasn't enough, but an arm reached out and stopped her from tipping too far.

"Amane. You okay?"

She turned her head towards the voice. "Oh. Kajiyama Fuuta. Do not worry about me. I was just on my way to talk to you."

"'Worry' my ass. You clearly just woke up from your extraction, and you're wandering around."

"I am fine. We can talk about-"

"What's that on your face?" he interrupted.

"What do you mean? There is a lot on my face." Overgrown bangs, eyebags-

"That red mark on your cheek. Did the warden hit you?"

"It is nothing."

"It is not nothing! We can't let them get away with this!"

"There is no point. The warden has all the power here."

"We can do something about it. Don't you want to get back at them?"

Well, there were other things Amane wanted to get back at Es for. "Okay. What shall we do?"

-

Amane and Fuuta looked around the warehouse for prank-worthy materials.

"It cannot cause them actual harm. Somebody tried to set up a trap once before, but it backfired."

"What're you looking at me for? It wasn't me!"

"Kajiyama Fuuta, lying is a sin."

Fuuta ignored that last remark and picked up two paint buckets.

"You think these'll work?"

"Perhaps." Amane picked up some twine. "We could set up the bucket to tip over them when they enter one of our cells. Or leave." She picked up a pen and paper lying around. "Here. This is how we can set up a bucket trap to fall at the proper trigger." She scrawled a diagram and some equations.

"You understand physics at your age? That's impressive."

-

Es opened Fuuta's cell door to find him making crafts with Amane.

"You two seem to hang out a lot lately," they remarked as they entered the cell. "Paints, hooks, and twine… are you trying to build something?"

"Maybe. What of it?"

"Warden-san, do you have a problem with the way prisoners spend their free time?"

"No… Well, it's curfew. Amane, you should head out now."

"Very well. After you, Warden-san."

Es was about to insist that Amane go first, but the pressure of three eyes on them made them concede. They turned around and started walking.

"This is for hitting Amane, you bastard!" Fuuta shouted, grabbing one of the paint buckets and spilling its contents all over Es's uniform.

"Fuuta!" Es turned around and glared. "What is the meaning of this?"

"You think nobody would notice this child came back from the interrogation with a damned slap mark on her face, you-"

"We were going to prank you," Amane interrupted calmly. "We were going to set up an elaborate trap, but we had trouble making it work."

"So we settled for me dumping the paint onto you," Fuuta added, quickly lowering his voice to match Amane.

Es sighed and shook their head. "You two are insufferable."

"Tell me something I've never heard before."

"Warden-san, thank you for your praise."

Es glared at the both of them. "Fuuta, go clean this up. Amane, get back to your cell."

-

The next day, Shidou visited the warehouse to pick up some medical supplies. He spotted the paper on the ground.

Did Amane write this? It looks like she did.

…

The math here is all wrong. 

[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

idk if you write for him or not but if you could write a clyde oberholt x reader i would cry, i literally don’t care what you write, i know i’ll love it

<3 maybe a bit ooc but this was based off how Clyde interacts w Kelsey once they're together

TW/CW: Self harm, relapsing, all the fun things, self indulgent fic

A midday nap was a good way to spend your time, you thought. It kept you both distracted, and gave you two much needed rest. Plus, you got to see him in those hoodie pajamas you love so much, so of course you said yes when he asked you to nap.

Clyde was fast asleep, his body facing yours, and you were watching him.

His head was on your wounded arm, like a little beat up pillow. It hurts, sure, but it's cute. It's almost worth it.

You tap on his chest to wake him and his eyes flutter open, a grunt escaping his throat. "Hm?"

"You need to get off my arm, babe."

Clyde closes his eyes again, but lifts his head long enough for you to move your arm out from under him and over the blankets. His hair is sticking to the side of his face. He wouldn't have even let you see him like this six months ago, it's amazing how close you two have gotten.

With his eyes still closed, he mumbles something so horribly incoherent in his sleepy state, it almost makes you laugh. You manage to force a smile while staring at your arm.

When you don't respond he looks at you, then follows your gaze to your cuts. His smile drops. He mutters your nickname to get your attention.

"How're you feeling?" Once his eyes meet yours, they don't look away.

You shake your head. "I don't know why I do this. I always regret it."

"The newest one's are a couple of days old, right?" He sits up, wiping sleepy dust from his eye. His hair is crazy, it's so cute.

"Yeah." You sit up too, scooting closer to him. His arm automatically goes around your shoulders. "Lemme see?" He yawns, holding out his free hand. You show him your arm, placing it in his grasp. He swallows as he calmly examines the marks, new and old. His thumb brushes over them.

"These'll fade," He says, rubbing some small pink cuts. "These might take longer," He taps his thumb over the scabbed lacerations, as if you didn't know. "But once the scabs are gone, you can treat it with that gel I got you. Has that been working at all?" "The scar gel? Yeah, a bit. S'taking longer than I'd like." You rest your head on his shoulder, frowning.

"Yeah, but this time next year, all of these will be practically gone. You can wear long sleeves again. You can now, but… you can be comfortable while doing it." He looks down at you, smiling.

"Yeah." You look up at him, holding his gaze before kissing his chin. "Thanks, babe."

"Mhm."

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

These are two separate requests and you don't have to do both but they only make sense together. My two favorite quotes from my recent TTRPG sessions

"Now is a good time for the vampire flock."

"Then again, now isn't a good time for the vampire flock after all."

these'll show up one day after the other so that should be fun

Askbox is currently closed as I work my way through these older asks

[solarpunkani]

Hey do you happen to know of any resources for someone in Iowa looking to get into native plant gardening? Thanks in advance! (Love your blog btw)

*cracks knuckles* sorry for keeping you hanging since November 3rd, homie, but I'm back home and down to get started!

Before I do, a special reminder that I'm not based in Iowa! I don't think I've ever even set foot in Iowa. I'm a Florida girlie lol. However, I will do my best to give you my advice and find some resources for you!

In my experience, many native plants grow slowly from seed. This could be because I mostly prefer perennials (I am way too lazy to replace an annual every year), but they can take awhile to germinate and an even longer while to size up. I've gotten seeds that say to wait upwards of 3 weeks to see any germination, and that's often after waiting a month or more for proper cold stratification! All of this is just to say--you gotta have a bit of patience when it comes to all gardening, but especially with native plants!

If you can get your hands on some seeds now, they'll likely need cold stratification. Fortunately, cold stratification is happening right now--put the seeds where you want them to grow, and let chilly winters do the work for you! Needing cold stratification basically means the plant has evolved to know it needs to wait until after winter to start germinating, so as things warm back up in spring, your seeds'll start growing!

Once they start growing and get established, they'll really start going--if they're in their perfect conditions, they'll be more than ready to take over a bit and manage on their own! Keep an eye out for watering needs, but generally I find native plants don't need much when it comes to fertilizer and pesticides. If you don't want things to spread a lot, you can always choose to grow certain plants in pots instead--or if you're really determined to grow a plant your soil isn't quite right for, a pot does wonders. My soil isn't very moist, so I grow a good chunk of my swamp milkweeds in pots to keep a better eye on their care.

Iowa's got a handful of growing zones going on, so knowing what the zone for your region is will help you pick the best plants! You can also pick plants known to have grown historically well in your region--I've seen plant range maps break things down by counties for my state, which helps give a good idea of whether it's a good idea for me to grow something touted as a native to my state. It's entirely possible for something to be native to your state, but not your half of the state, for example!

Browsing through a couple of sites, I hope these'll be helpful to you!

This is a link to Iowa Native Plants, which has a nice primer on the importance of native gardening as well as a few guides to native plants in their Finder tab! They also seem to sell a hanfdul of books on native gardening that may be an interesting read for you!

My Home Park appears to have a lot of information on native plants, and sells native plants that can be shipped to your state! I can't say I've ever had a plant shipped to me before, let alone from them (they don't service my state) but it could be worth a shot! If anything else, could be a good source of information! They also have a blog, and a feature that lets you mock up a garden to see what it'd look like (I didn't try it though). They also seem to service North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, Minnesota, Missouri, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, West Virginia, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Maine.

The Tallgrass Prairie Center links to a ton of resources on learning about native plants, planting them, landowner incentive programs, and organizations you can join that are full of others who are passionate about native plants! The Tallgrass Prairie Center itself aims to establish and protect native plants, restore ecosystems, and increase awareness and appreciation of the Tallgrass Prairie Ecosystem. I think their site's definitely worth a look-through, or you can use it as a bouncing off point to find other sites full of info!

The Iowa Native Plant Society is a nonprofit organization full of people who are enthusiastic about native plants! They host field trips, workshops, have a newsletter, and more! It could be a fun way to learn more about native ecosystems on their trips, and if they're anything like the native plant society for my state, the calendar on their site will probably start lighting up with different chapters' native plant sales as we get closer to spring, so keep an eye out! They've also got books and lots of resource links on their site!

Oftentimes when I look up information on how to grow a particular plant in my state, the university extensions office is one of the best resources. As such, I think the Iowa State University's Extension and Outreach website is likely to have some good info for you about gardening! I've also in the past emailed some staff from various offices questions about native gardening and gotten good answers, so they're definitely a resource to be utilized!

I almost forgot to link the Xerces Society! The Xerces Society for Invertebrate Conservation has a primary focus of protecting insects in the US, but that often goes hand in hand with native plants, so they're a great resource for learning about plants and the insects that rely on them! Especially helpful is their Pollinator Conservation Resource Center, which has lists of plants and suppliers by region! You can also find just their plant lists here!

Speaking of plant lists, The National Wildlife Federation has a list of keystone plants by ecoregion! Keystone plants are highly important, as they're vital to the lifecycle of many species of insect, which then help feed birds and other creatures--you get the picture. I used the National Wildife Federation a good bit when I was writing my Biodiversity Saga on increasing biodiversity in your yard/on your balcony/in your area on a budget.

iNaturalist is a fantastic website for cataloguing the cool insects you find in your new native garden, as well as learning about the variety of plants, animals, insects, etc. that are in your area! Make an account and just vibe around!

Books can be a great resource! Unfortunately, my attention span is frequently lacking when it comes to books, and I definitely haven't read any that focus on Iowa's native flora. However! I've got a few general books that are nice reads, so you can definitely see if you can find these in a library or online (I'm including Thriftbooks links because fuck Amazon).

Hellstrip Gardening by Evelyn J. Hadden is a book I read last month that honestly inspired so many new projects out of me that next year is gonna be busy. Might as well get a healthy dose of inspiration now so you can do some planning and be roaring and ready to go come spring! I liveblogged it on my gardening blog, and shared some of my favorite notes as well!

Attracting Native Pollinators by the Xerces Society is a book that offers a generalized view on why its important, ways you can utilize native plants at any scale from swaths of farmland to a school garden or a small yard, and provides lists of plants that can be good for your region near the end! They also have Gardening for Butterflies, which I honestly haven't read yet, but I checked it out from the library so Mayhaps Soon. PS: you can buy Attracting Native Pollinators and Gardening for Butterflies from the Xerces site directly, and support their work! However. Hoo buddy, the pricing.

(Psst, here's the plant list from Attracting Native Pollinators, don't tell Xerces)

My final message to you, young padawan, is to grow milkweed. If there's a milkweed native to your state, grow it. If there's several native to your region, grow a ton of it. Milkweed is the host plant for Monarchs, but it's also such a high-value nectar source for so many other insects you've just gotta try and grow some in my book. Also a lot of the sites I saw for your state had pictures of blazing star and black eyed susans and let me tell you. Plant those. You'll have so many happy pollinators.

I can't think of anything else. If any Iowa gardeners wanna chime in with their favorite resources and such, feel free to!

[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 29

Once again, all written down from memory cause I was streaming this for a friend (and had a wonderful time doing it!)

Really not a whole lot of chapter intro, eh? Well, I suppose at this point, there isn't a whole lot of prep work left to do. We can just move right into it.

Base conversations! Not really too much going on there, I have to admit. The conversations between the Laguz are nice, and it was funny to see Nealuchi invoke Reyson and Leanne to Naesala to get him to fight - and it works out, too!

It's nice to see Elincia give her speech to the troops before departing, but the presentation of it all was. . . a bit underwhelming. No CG, and the cheer sfx was just really short. I would've liked more for her.

Pffft, Ike gets an actual choice whether or not he wants to give a speech. . . given his obvious 'tism, I kinda wanted to not have him give it, but in the end I was just too curious. And - hold on, he gets a proper CG and everything?? Rude.

Ashnard killed his father? Shocking! . . .Well, not really. Interesting to see though that he knows he is a dead man walking.

. . .Bryce's personal weapon is called Sehnsucht not only in German, but the original Japanese as well? Pfft, okay.

Soo, upon my friend's suggestion, I went with Tibarn as reinforcement. But to be entirely honest, for me it was only between him or Naesala. I barely even remembered Giffca - with my month long break before chapter. . . I think it was 17? Anyway, with that break, I don't even remember him all that well.

Not much to note about the actual gameplay of the map - Titania still managed to get an amazing last-minute level-up, I didn't manage to get Mist to sword rank A so that she could use the Runeblade she got from Bertram, and Nephenee fucked shit up.

Actual fight against Ashnard was a lot of chipping away at him, because Ike didn't activate Aether. . . until the very last hit. The Aether luck really isn't on my side.

After the battle - ahhh, there it is. The king's wyvern isn't a wyvern at all, but rather a dragon laguz. Guess I half remembered that correct.

Heartwarming little scene between Ena and Rajaion - and then after the chapter, my friend also informed me that he just. Dies between games and isn't brought up again. Okay??? What???

And then the epilogue! Everybody gets to say a final little line, which was nice, if a bit long. Mist hands over the medallion to Reyson and Leanne, and Sephiran gets to say some ominous things that certainly aren't hinting towards any sequels. And an animated cutscene with Ike and Elincia! . . .Yeah, if the game is trying to push them as a pairing, then it really isn't doing it well. Not with Soren and Ranulf there.

Really is rather unusual that characters don't get personal endings in this game, I have to say. But with a sequel likely already planned at that point, there wasn't much of a. . . well, point.

I'll probably also write down some closing thoughts on Path of Radiance later, but these'll just be my initial thoughts on the final chapter. I also already started Radiant Dawn - was still streaming it for that friend - and I was in The Zone, anyway. Those thoughts I'll also write down retroactively then. For now, here's my number one for this playthrough:

[susandsnell]

idk if you're a scent/fragrance person, but I was wondering if you'd ever had any like "ooh this character would totally wear x scent" or "I associate this film/show with lavender/bergamot/etc" kinda feelings?

random asks

hiya hugo! really neat question, thanks so much!! as it happens, i'm not the most scent/fragrance literate person (though i'm a big believer in aromatherapy, my candles/diffuser have saved my poor frazzled nerves more times than i can say), though i've got quite a few perfumetuals on here! with that said, i absolutely do associate certain works with certain scents. off the top of my head, the grisha trilogy smells of london fogs because i drank copious amounts of those while reading that, phantom thread is absolutely tea tree, and sweeney todd (the stage version) is without a doubt petrichor (despite the more baking oriented theme). i wish i could think of a few more for you, but hope these'll do for now!

hope you have a great evening. love ya!

[skyward-floored]

hi! Ok so i adore your work and think your a great author. So do you have any advice or writing tips for a wanna-be author? Have a good day. Your gonna rock whump-tober

Sure thing! These'll be short because I'm gonna head to bed in a bit but here's some quick stuff.

Read! Read lots! All different styles, and I don't just read fanfiction! Read books you hate, read books you love, just get lots of words in you. It helps with both inspiration and finding how you like to write, trust me.

Grammar! You don't necessarily need a lot of it, but at least try to do things such as: capitalization, making a new paragraph when a new character speaks, and not making your fic one big huge hard-to-read-paragraph. People tend to like a certain amount of coherency!

The first draft will not be perfect!!!! Don't stress about any of the above things on the first write-though. Just get those words down. Minimal amount of thinking. It can be dumb things like "she did a thing and they had a very emotional argument". Just get those word there. Anything can be edited, except for a blank document.

That's all I have for now but if you would like more hmu :)

[you-hate-time-travel]

What are your favorite Felt headcanons? I see way too many headcanons for the Beta Cast/Alpha Kids and not nearly enough for The Felt.

God, the Intermissions are slept on so criminally hard…

Looks at you with my beautiful eyes Hiiiiii. tysm for this ask ^_^ okok here we go. theyre kinda hard to headcanon stuff for compared to the kids and trolls because like. theyre all weird fucked up adults and not teenagers who could feasibly play minecraft or something

itchy drives a pontiac firebird. its filled with empty redbull cans, pocket knives, things like that. hes not very tidy. also i have a lot of car headcanons they could have their own post tbh

^ that but probably yellow with racing stripes, modded to hell and back with chipped paint and bullet holes

stitch is blind in his stitched eye! the eyelid on that side is always a little drooped down too.

and deuce is hard of hearing. get this man some fucking ear protection jeeze

quarters is autistic but doesnt think so

biscuits is transfem! this one isnt actually very unpopular! well, ok. i have very low standards. i've seen it like three times

actually identities and such are their own whole post. my headcanons are fairly extensive

actually heres one for powers: eggs' clones arent him from the future, time-loop wise, theyre just Copies of him from whatever time they were from. its complicated and stupid and confusing. true to canon! except that i deliberately ignore canon with this one. peep my url.

all of these headcanons are just things i cant figure out where else to say. lol

also as i posted about earlier im CONSIDERING* crowbar ocd. *considering as in basically headcanon it already but im just shyly sliding it across the table to you guys

uhhh what else. AW YEAH CHARMS! still workin on my charm post but eggs and biscuits are in like. five or six charms together. thats Too Many. Thats Not Good. they somehow make it work though. godbless👍

that's all i got for now! ive got more in different categories but eh. these'll do for now. Thank you so much for asking!!! i'm no damn good at just starting talking so these asks are really nice to get ^_^ also hater moment but YEAH!!! NOT ENOUGH ATTENTION FOR MY GUYS IN THIS FANDOM!!!