#that hasn't anything to do with the drawing

[admirationandromantics]

Halloween Party

Yes, this is a Josh x reader bit where Josh is dressed as a pharaoh (please imagine Rami Malek in NATM), because that's the outfit I went with. This also takes place in an au where the lodge drama never happened, so don't worry about that. Reminding everyone that my blog is 18+ and so is this post.

This was made possible by a request I got, so thank you so much and please don't stop sending in requests.

Word count: 3,3 k (unedited!)

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“Sit still!” Ashley scolds as she draws my eyeliner. 

“Sorry!” I apologise, trying my best to hold my breath. Normally, I can do my own, but for tonight’s halloween party I needed a few extra details. I was dressed as no other person than Cleopatra herself. I thought about getting a wig, but Jess found some beautiful golden pearls to put in my hair instead. I loved them, feeling like royalty. I was adorned with gold, my head, hair, neck, arms and hands. A white loose dress was draped around me, leaving the midst open, so it looked like a two-piece. I loved it, even though I personally didn’t look like her, you could not mistake me for anyone else. 

“Aaaand there!” Ashley exclaims, pulling away and giving me time to breathe. She was dressed as Elizabeth Bennet. It may be hard to see if one hasn't read the book or seen any of the films, but she had put her hair up and covered it in white pearls. She was wearing a beautiful dress, though it only went a little below her thighs and not completely down. She was beautiful. I knew she’d planned on this for a long time, so I made some calls to Josh, forcing him to make Chris watch the movie. He didn’t even need to put the idea in his hand. Chris saw himself in the character, loving him and the simplicity of the costume. Yes, this was a set-up, and we made it happen. Maybe the love birds would finally take the hint and get down to business. We can only hope. 

I get up, looking at myself in the mirror. I was afraid that I would not look like myself, but that didn’t happen. I still look like me, as well as the queen. 

We make our way over to the Washington house, and it feels bigger than ever, even when it is filled to the brim with people. Ashley grabs my hand, leading me inside. We press past people, occasionally giving them a small ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’. Ashley knows where to go, and she’s quick to get me into the kitchen. We both make eye contact with Sam, who’s sitting on the counter, talking to a dashing-looking Chris. Ashley stops in her tracks, but I force her with me despite her protests. Luckily, she stops trashing as we get closer, probably to avoid a scene. 

“Hey guys!” I greet, finally getting up beside them. 

“Hey-” Chris starts, and his eyes flow to Ash, looking her up and down. They stand there for a while, gawking at each other, both of their faces blushed and bothered. I sit beside Sam, enjoying the show as they start asking questions. I turn to her, trying to figure out her costume. 

She’s wearing a completely black outfit, a gadget belt and beside her is a mask. She must be a spy of some sort. 

“Don’t you look pretty” she compliments, and I smile. 

“You’re quite spyci yourself” I give back, hoping she got the joke. She did, and starts laughing, hitting my arm and leaning down to the drinks. 

“Good one, want anything to drink?” 

“Please” I urge, looking around for anything. She mixes some different things, eventually handing me a red cup. I take a sip, grimaging of the strong content. 

“What is this?”

“Everything”

“You gave me everything?”

“You can’t throw it out, drink it quickly so you can’t taste it” she challenges, and I take it. I put the cup back up to my lips, taking a deep breath to get ready, before chugging it all down. The taste is awful, but the aftertaste is worse, and she quickly hands me a glass of water to get it all down. 

“I’m never taking a drink from you again” I comment. 

“Oh please, of course you’re gonna”

I look at her and she’s trying to hold in her laughter. Ashley and Chris are finally done with their talking, and walk over to us. 

“I was about to say-” Chris starts, and I hold my breath. Please don’t figure out the plan. 

“Are you coupling with Josh tonight?”

I look at him, confused. I hadn’t seen Josh tonight. Yet. 

“No? What, is he also Cleopatra or something?”

“Well no”

“Is he Caesar?” I ask, still confused. 

“Um, no”

“Then I think we’re not matching” 

“If you say so” he ends, putting his cup up to his face. I see a little smile on the edge of his lips, and when I look at Ashley, she puts her hand in front of her mouth, as if hiding something. Sam looks around, and hits my arm. 

“Well, I at least see one Greek over there” she points, and I follow her gaze. I see a guy, wearing something white with a belt and a gold olive-branch crown. He looked like one of those ancient Greek gods. And he looked really good, arms complimenting his costume perfectly. He was standing with Mike and Emily, who was wearing a couples costume. Batman and Batwoman. Fits them both quite well. 

“Hey!” Josh’s voice sounds, and I hear small snickers coming from Chris and Ashley. Sam puts her hand over her mouth, turning away so I can’t see her face. I look over, seeing Josh wearing a gorgeous pharaoh costume. He has a shoulder cape, large golden headwear and jewels. His stomach is exposed, and I can’t stop myself from looking at it, seeing the curves of what seems like vague, hidden muscles. 

He stops in his tracks, looking me up and down and pointing. 

“Copycat” he accuses in a funny tone, and I roll my eyes. 

“Are you Cleopatra?” I ask teasingly. 

“No, but… wait” he starts, his eyes glued to the gold pearls fastened in my loose hair. He turn over to Chris, pointing directly at him. 

“You planned this!” 

My eyes widen, and I look over at the culprit. 

“Hey, you can’t accuse us when you did the same!” Chris shouts back. Sam almost falls over from laughing. 

“You guys planned this?” I ask, wondering how the hell they managed that. 

“But this was my idea” both Josh and I say in unison, and we both look at each other. Everytime I look at him, my eyes wander to his neck, his exposed skin, and I can’t stop staring. Ashley is quick to answer our statement. 

“Remember that documentary I got you to watch some time ago? Well, Chris also showed Josh a movie… One thing led to another…” she trails off, and I manage to break out of my trance. 

“And your reasoning?” I continue. Sam’s still laughing, hanging onto me for dear life and drying away a tear. 

“Maybe we wanted you two to connect a little” Chris says, still proud of their accomplishment. I look over at Josh, who rolls his eyes at him. I get a slight pain in my chest. Hurt? Maybe. I’ve liked Josh for quite some time, and we’re friends, flirting friends, but he never takes the step it needs. I try to put all the signs out, and I know almost everybody knows at this point, but he still doesn’t do anything. I can’t imagine him wanting anything, as he’s never made moves other than his continuous normal flirting. Ashley has told me that he flirts differently with me, as if there’s something behind it, but I’ve never noticed. 

“Well” I start, getting off the counter. “I guess you failed” 

They all stop in their tracks, Josh looking at me surprisingly. 

“I see a Greek god over there who would probably be delighted by my presence, so I’ll bid you farewell” I point at the guy, who’s still making small talk with the others. I start walking, but Josh is quick to pull my arm, leading me a little away from the others. 

“Hey, you know, it’s just fun. Especially when you look like that” he says, whispering close to my face in quite a seductive tone. The previous alcohol is starting to make its way to my head, and I feel my cheeks redden from the closeness. Still, I feel a bit mad. Why would they do this when he’s never made anything clear for me. For him, this is just fun, a fun coincidence and a chance to tease me, but for me, it’s humiliating. As if I’m about to show how desperate I am for him. 

“No it’s not, you’ve made it clear where you stand when it comes to me, and I’ve made my bed with it” I snap back, surprised by my own tone. His emotions switch, a mix of confusion and then, realisation. He gets it, that it’s not fun to joke about my feelings when I feel this way about him. 

“Okay, listen, this is not about that” he starts, but I put up my finger, stopping him. 

“Josh, I’m getting over you, and we can go back to normal after that, but don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be”

“No, no, no, I need you to listen to me” he says, but I get out of his grip, walking over to the guy. 

I touch his shoulder, making him turn around. The others notice, and Mike makes a whistling sound. 

“Well, hello there” I start, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He’s quite tall, and his bushy brown hair matches the gold on his head completely. He looks me up and down, staring a bit before answering. 

“Well, if it isn’t the queen herself” he murmurs in a slightly suggestive tone. 

It doesn’t take long for us to make conversation. He’s in some of Mike’s classes, and usually hang out and study together. I expected him to be kind of playboy-ish, because of his friend group, but seemed genuine and kind. I was actually kind of smitten, and it felt good to be enhanced with someone who seemed to have a genuine interest in me as well. 

The whole night we talked, danced and drank, sharing stories and talking about ourselves. As for now, we’re sitting on the sofa, his arm laid out on the cushion behind me. I turn a little, seeing Sam smiling at me, and Chris and Ashley in deep conversation. Beside them is known pharaoh leaning against the wall, cup to his face, staring intently. My cheeks automatically flush a little, and I turn back to the god beside me. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, and I’m a little shocked by his suddenness. I smile. 

“We can go to a place which is a little more secluded” I try, giving him a teasing tone. His face lights up, and I feel something flutter in my chest. Butterflies. I take his hand, leading him through the crowd of people and up some stairs. The hallway here is empty, and he doesn’t waste time, pushing me against the wall and kissing me. I return it, but the butterflies don't grow. I feel content at best, a little excited, but not much. The sound of footsteps make both of us turn, his hands moving away from my body. Beside us stands Josh, a concerned look on his face. 

“Something has happened with Ashley, I’ll tell you everything, but you need to come with me” he says in a serious tone. My heart immediately falls, and I get scared. The guy comes forwards, whispering in my ear. 

“I’ll let you two talk, just ask Mike for my number” and he walks down again, giving a slight nod to Josh when passing. It doesn’t seem like Ashley to do something stupid, but I still take both of Josh’s hands in mine, urging him to tell me more. 

“Come on” he says, going further into the hallway, locking up the door which seems to be his room. 

“But, what about Ashley, what happened? Josh, tell me” I urge, the sinking feeling growing larger. He takes my hand, dragging me into the room, closing the door behind us. 

“You happened” he whispers, before slamming me against the door with brute force. Harder and quicker than the other guy. He goes on top of me, pins me with my hands over my head. Capturing my lips on his, he eats me up. It’s passionate, hard. My pulse shoots through the roof, and I can feel his rapid heartbeat on my chest. 

I push him off me, harshly. 

“Josh, what the hell?” I ask, body still hot and aching for his touch. 

“Ashley is okay” he answers, though not really an answer. 

“I think I got it” I snap back, like it wasn’t fucking obvious from what just happened. I continue, not bothering to wait for his explanation. 

“You flirt with me, all the time, I give you all the hints, everything. Even our friends contribute, which, for me, is fucking humiliating because you don’t do shit!” I scold. The building tension in my body finally giving out. My breath is out of order, but I can’t regulate it at this time, emotions coming over me. 

“Then, when I finally decide to move on, to take a step away, you barge in, giving me some fake excuse and take me into your room and…” I don’t know how to continue. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted him, but not like this. I want something real, not just some jealousy-fuck which will make him feel better about himself, encouraging his complexity. 

“I don’t want this” I blurt out, but he’s still silent, standing away from me. 

“I’ve always wanted something real, a connection and a relationship. I’m not interested in a one-time-fuck with you because of your insecurity issues” I continue, feeling some type of relief wash over me. He looks in my eyes with an expression I can't decipher. Longing? Regret? Anxiety? I take hold of the door handle, making my way out when I feel his hand on my wrist. 

“Will you finally let me talk before you barge out?” he asks, a vulnerable tone to his normally flirty and funny voice. My heart breaks a little for how out of character he makes himself. I turn back to him, sitting down on his bed. He sits down beside me, not bothering to look me in the eyes. 

“I’m sorry” he starts, taking my hand in his yet again, rubbing small circles over my knuckles. 

“I’ve been scared, you know, from all of this. Walking around the bush, never actually doing anything. I thought it would just happen naturally at some point”

“It rarely does-” I try, but he stops me. 

“And seeing you finally pull out it, the situation I mean, just made me realise that we can’t keep going like this, and if I truly want something to happen, I have to take the step” 

I look down, suddenly aware that our knees are touching. 

“I don’t want to be just another fuck for you Josh”

“You could never be that” 

I look up, seeing his eyes are already on me. He made the move before, maybe it’s my time now. I lean towards him, hand cupping his cheek and kiss him. It’s light, careful, and not at all rough. He deepens it, taking my hand from his face and around his neck. He takes hold of my thighs, getting me on top of him. Both of my hands start wandering through his hair, and one his arms goes to the back of my head, pulling me in tighter. I take off his crown, surprised by the weight of it and carefully put it on the nightstand. His hands wander to my exposed waist, fingers seeping under the fabric. 

Though our breathing is heavy, it’s still safe, comforting. I manage to completely relax in his arms, thriving from his touch. He moves his lips, kissing down my jaw and on my neck. I let out involuntary sweet sighs, and can feel him smirk against my skin. He starts biting and sucking, making me moan. There’ll definitely be dark marks on me tomorrow. I feel his bulge growing underneath me, and if as on command, I start grinding on him. He loses his rhythm, interrupting his assault on my neck with whines and groans. I take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, using my fingers to untie the cape, letting it fall off his shoulders. His upper body is stunning, and I stroke my fingers over every part of him, making him whimper. I try to memorise everything, his neck with my lips and his chest and shoulders with my arms. 

“Fuck, at this pace-” he starts, but is interrupted by a moan as I cup his bulge. 

He immediately grabs hand, pulling himself off my face and staring into my eyes. There’s something dark and sinister in them, and I feel myself get wetter from just the look. He turns us around, my back hitting the mattress harshly, losing my breath. He goes over me, kissing my neck and collar while untying my dress, leaving it on the floor. The only things left are my underwear, a matching set of white cotton lace to match the costume. His eyes fill with awe as he drags his hands over, fingers glazing the edge of the cotton. 

“Fucking hell” he whispers, hands going to my back and unclasping my bra. He immediately goes for the kill, leaning over me, pressing, grinding, holding and squeezing. A gasp escapes my lips to begin with, but it is soon followed by sounds I can’t control as his knee rubs my clit. 

“Josh I-” I begin, my warmth building up, getting all flustered and hot. 

“God, you’re beautiful” he whispers, leaving sweet kisses on my neck. He stands up, and the sudden lack of his warmth gets to me. I sit up on the bed, watching as he painfully slowly takes off his garments. It falls to his feet, leaving a sight of his bare naked body. I bite my bottom lip, seeing how huge he is. 

“You’re not wearing underwear” I say, a bit shocked and surprised. 

“Gotta stay true to the character, no?” he teases, leaning over me once again. His lips find mine as his cock rubs gently over my folds, coating itself in my spilled juices. 

“Do you want this?” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath going down my neck. 

“Yes Josh” 

“Tell me how much you want it” “Please, I need you” 

I feel him push himself into me, filling me up and exhaling. 

“I love it when you beg for me” 

His praise goes straight to the core, and I moan out as he starts moving inside me. He leans on his arms, one going down to rub my clit, making me throw my head back in pleasure. He uses the opportunity to attack my neck, leaving bites and marks down to my chest. 

His pace quickens, and the sounds he makes turns me more and more on. I wouldn’t be surprised it was all sloppy and dripping right now. The knot in my stomach tightens, and I give a cry as pleasure washes over me. He keeps pumping, riding me through the orgasm before finally coming himself. He buries himself deep inside with a last thrust, and I feel him twitch and coat me. He falls down beside me, body sweaty and exhausted. I lean over, kissing him on his lips, and he returns it, draping his arm around me. I pull the covers over us, the coldness of the room finally reaching my sweaty skin. 

“You’re breathtaking” I whisper, and he laughs, pulling me closer in his embrace. 

“And you’re gorgeous” he says, drawing small patterns on my stomach with his fingers. I can still hear the loudness of the music and people’s voices from downstairs. 

“Should we go back down?”

“No, stay here” he pleads, holding me harder, scared that I’m gonna go. 

“Okay” I whisper back, leaning fully into him, and slowly falling asleep.

[semyazzayee]

I'm starting to think viv genuinely believes acesexual is a person that doesn't get fucked instead of person who doesn't feel attracted to commit sexual intercourse or horny w others

Also, as some already pointed out

characters who are in the spectrum here fall in a aroacephobic stereotype where we only love ourselfs and that being why we dont feel as attracted to others. Because of extreme self love

Mammón gives a chance to Glitz and Glam who are clearly not jesters or clowns but rather bonermaking show, flirts with Leviathan and as a friend pointed to me out yesterday he surrounds himself with sexual robot fizz instead of the average ones in OOPS.

In general, the way he interacts with those mentioned can't make me buying him being ace at all and Bee points out that nobody wants w him

Octavia It's just a Child (Not deniying exploration is possible in adolescence,in fact its the most revealing time I think with the hormones making many start to experiment Sexually) So I didn't expect her being canonically ace much less when she barely appears in the series and hasn't been seen interacting with others w her same age to draw conclusions

If the part where she is disgusted bc her father is talking sexually on the phone with the man which he cheated on her mother ruining the dynamic in the family for her its clue that shes not interested in sex then it's a very unclear one. Her rep doesn't give any kind of actual weight but it's not confusing at least

Alastor doesn't really stick with me as ace rep again, they never do anything with it except Rossie saying a skippable pun.

They could use Angel dust to make him realize hes Ace based on what he tells like Todd in Bojack (also the best and most complete ace rep I've seen so far) who had to be pointed out by someone else that what he feels already has a label and it is valid not to wish that kind of exchange with others

Also, both Alastor and Mammón view themselves over others in a godlike way and that the others can't get within their reach. Thats about it.

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okay that was more long than i tought it be-

I usually just roll my eyes when people say Vivziepop does acesexual representation bc

she's never done anything with her ace's characters outside of only one pun so she proclaiming herself as a queer pillar when on her series there are no real efforts to discuss queerness except mlm wattpad yaoi stuff being putted in motion its kinda empty, just a no 4 me.

But yesterday we (friend & I) agreed that Mammón who is one of the few characters who are supposed to be on the spectrum the spectrum can't even feel like hes on it.

[tiny-fren]

Caregiver Swansea and Regressor Daisuke Headcanons

🦢 When Swansea learns about age regression he is totally lost. He's an emotionally constipated old man who hasn't understood what's "cool" for decades,there's no way he's ever heard of it before Daisuke brought it up

🦢 Normally he wouldn't look too deep into something so niche but Daisuke seems to really enjoy being in his own little space. He doesn't want to admit it,but he likes seeing the kid happy. So he let's Daisuke talk about the community and all the intricacies of it whenever they work together. He may still look grumpy during it but he's keeping little mental notes. Just in case.

🦢 After a while he starts picking up on small things Daisuke mentioned that means he's in or drifting into little space. Chewing on his hair or his wrist band,forgetting about things like personal space so he can watch him as closely as possible, and mimicking everything he does. He'd be flattered if the possibility of him getting hurt wasn't always hovering over him

🦢 He didn't mean to do anything once he started slipping but the fact that this kid he saw as a son was so much more vulnerable when regressed is always in the back of his mind. He has 2 kids,he knows what kind of trouble they can get into unsupervised. There's no way he's letting him get caught in anything he can't get out of when he's little

🦢 So he keeps a closer eye on him,even when they're not fixing anything. Its then he realizes the kid's schedule when he's little and not with his mentor is basically non-existent. He's either bored,hungry or indulging in whatever the first thing to come to mind is,for better or worst. That's when he puts it on himself to step up as his unofficial caregiver,because God knows he needs it

🦢 He starts putting everything he learned from raising 2 kids to good use. Considering how little the company actually gave them,he struggles but he still tries his best

🦢 He learns Daisuke likes drawing so he decides to sit and actually engage with him. He's pretty awkward at first,not that Daisuke cares. He's just excited to have his favorite person hang out with him outside of interning

🦢 "That's uh...that's a nice picture you got there...what is it?" "Flower!" "Right,flower...it's a nice flower. Real red."

🦢 It takes a while but eventually he learns how to take care of and bond with Daisuke. They don't really have any coloring supplies so he sneaks him outdated report papers and colorful pens. He listens to him babble about his favorite characters and games (he has no clue what any of it means but hey,it makes his kid happy), and keeps every little post it note doodle he makes. It almost feels like he's back home,being a dad for the first time all over again

🦢 It's obvious to everyone except him that being Daisuke's caregiver really softened him up. He's not a total teddy bear but he's eased up on the tough love significantly,even when Daisuke's not regressed

🦢 Just know he's not letting anything happen to Daisuke,regressed or not. That's his kid and he's not letting anyone dim his boy's ray of sunshine

[ananke-xiii]

Some speculations about the power of stories, cycles and karma and... Boyd.

***FROM spoilers (although it's mainly just my predictions lol)***

One of the things that I like about FROM is how they use different forms of art to help people remember things about their past.

Miranda used paintings so that she could remember and so does her son, Victor, who draws so that the pictures would remember for him. And it's precisely his sister's drawings that help him remember what he had removed.

Then, there's music, obviously, that make Tabitha and Jade remember not exactly their lived past but their karmic past.

There's also dance in the show but it hasn't worked its magic yet, I'm very curious to see how the ballerina is connected to Boyd and... Tillie? It's still minor compared to the previous two but I think we'll see our ballerina again pretty soon.

There's, finally, the power of stories. Ethan is the key-figure here because he's our go-to guy for all the crazy meta-ness of the show. But also Kenny and Kristi were reading a story together (cute and very Lancelot and Guinevere of them), they got stuck at chapter 6 or something before shit hit the fan so... I hope they won't forget about that.

More importantly, I'm very curious about one specific aspect: season 3 ended with Ethan saying that a story that has been told can't be changed so everyone is talking about how FROM is following LOST rule of "Whatever happened, happened", aka: you cannot change the past. Okay. But.

But I wonder if this is going to be the case with FROM since we now know for sure that the main theme is breaking the cycle of abuse. Since the show has introduced the concept of reincarnation I'm wondering if this means that yes, okay, the past cannot be changed, the story has been already told and there's nothing that we can do about it BUT isn't breaking it the whole point of karma?

I mean, a lot of major characters are starting to remember their trauma so this is good news but this also means that the show is faced with the three narrative choices, I think:

keep to its genre and let everything end in horror and blood. I think this type of ending can only be satifsying in movies but in shows where people invest a lot of time across multiple seasons spaced out over long years? Mmmm, it's very tricky to pull off. I mean, it can be done but I think it's very hard to convince people who have watched a show for over 5+ years that yeah, everybody dies horrendously, hurrah!;

the LOST way: some people manage to escape the town and go back to their lives and they all (more or less...) met there because they needed each other to move on from their past. I think this won't happen because of Harold Perrinau. He specifically accepted the role because he was promised it wasn't gonna end like LOST, so... Either FROM's ending will be a huge embarassment for everybody involved or it won't end the same way as LOST (fingers crossed);

since we've been shown that art has healing powers, stories too will be healing for the characters, aka they'll manage to change the narrative/the past. Now I think this is where the money's at and why I'm so intrigued by the introduction of time travels.

My istinct tells me that it's going to be a mix of 1 and 3: I think the show will end with the breaking of the cycle but I don't think that one particular character will make it to the end. The character is Boyd and I think that in season 4 he'll be key to understanding if the show will have a happy ending or not. So far I think it's not gonna be happy-happy for everyone.

I don't think Boyd will make it to the end because the elements so far tell me so:

1. The ballerina dance didn't help him remember anything, as a matter of fact he destroyed the music box to save people. This is a huge red flag: will he destroy his chance to break his cycle for the sake of other people?;

2. He's got two sons in the show: his actual son Ellis and his putative son Kenny. Kenny's father, Bing-Qian suffered from dementia and has been associated with feelings of confusion and with not being understood. He also talks about another form of universal language, that is chess. He unfortunately dies (Boyd seems to suffer from Parkinson's and he's convinced it's that because his father had it but he was never actually diagnosed with it. Or it's not been shown yet). Abby, Boyd's wife, also dies by none other than Boyd's hand. She was described as "confused" and people believed that she had started to show signs of some sort of paranoia, I think (we know now that, perhaps, she was remembering her past life). She wasn't understood/believed, too. Kenny's mother, Tien-Chen, dies as well and her death is also connected to Boyd. So, I mean, as far as parental figures with whom he's paralleled/paired go, things don't look good for our sheriff;

3. The point of the show seems to be that parents must avoid the sacrifice of their children. Boyd has two sons and he has martyr-like tendencies. Sooooo..... again, things don't look good for him;

4. Boyd-as-husband is connected to Henry and Jim. They're all husbands who didn't believe their wives and didn't support them. Henry and Jim are also heavily associated with the Man in Yellow who seems to be the primary abuser of the show (or he's very strongly related to the cycle of abuse that's been happening for who knows how long). Henry and Jim (and Boyd too, by extension) are portrayed as ambiguous figures, they're clever man who're also very morally skewed. There's something dark about Henry, I'm not sure about his intentions, his talk with Donna about thinking that, for a moment, he hoped that Victor were dead... I mean, it was a human moment but it was also ominous. (Let's also not forget about Boyd being a former-military and how the Civil War is a sleeping theme in the show. Henry was doing hard drugs with Miranda in the 70s so this tells me he wasn't sent to Vietnam? There's a latent element of actual war here. I don't know how it'll pertain to Henry, Jim (Jim's father was an alcoholic, is PSTD from war related to this?) and Boyd in the town but I KNOW there's something going on. I unfortunately don't remember much about my American History class at uni so I can only pick up the vibe without really explaining it, it's so frustrating).

While I'm more confident about points 1, 2 and 3, I'm not so sure about point 4. I think this will be the gordian knot of the story.

For whatever reasons, time travels are associated with grand-fathers/fathers and their assassination or impossibility thereof. On one hand, with the introduction of Henry (who's got the same function as Jim), Jim seems to be redundant and therefore his death is final. On the other, if his death is final it means that Julie, as a story-walker and time traveler, cannot change the past. This doesn't bode well for my hoped-for happy ending.

The shows seems to tell us: it's not about whether or not you can kill your father when you time-travel because it's about saving your father! (Julie saved Boyd-as-father in the well by handing him the rope).

So we have a story about parents saving their children and children saving their parents! Isn't this beautiful? I literally can't wait to see if I'm right or not about this, lol.

It all boils down to Boyd: so far the story is telling me that parents will most likely save their children but they probably won't be able to save themselves. However, Julie did save one father-figure so far, will she be able to save her own father? Can children save their parents?

These are very interesting questions but I truly hope they will stick to the "art has the power of changing people" theme (parents, children, everyone!) and give us a healing story rather than a hopeless one. Can we make it through the horrors or not? More importantly, can we make it together and stop this sacrifice madness??? I think we need stories that heal and give us hope!!!

p.s. for posterity: Season 4 will have "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree" playing in one of the diner's jukebox. Mark.My.Words.

[monayen]

I’d love to ask for some handwriting headcanons but with a good chunk of the ranfren cast it’d be more like literacy headcanons… would love to hear your thoughts :)

this is incredibly autistic of me to spend 40 minutes trying to perfect how they would sign their names. still isn’t exact but i tried !! Ratmen aren’t included because they are illiterate (lol)

Incredibly neat cursive

Uses an expensive fountain pen, since he thinks it’s the most elegant. Doesn’t let anybody get near it

Writes from time to time, but mostly reads. Even has a small library somewhere in the house

I do think he’d love to write an autobiography at some point

Small, semi cursive writing

Writes slowly and uses as little words as he needs to. I also headcannon that he’s left-handed

Does enjoy literature, mostly Russian. Physical books are alright, but prefers digital versions on the computer

Better at writing in his native language, though he hasn’t needed to in a while

Writes quick and skinny, like cat scratches

Somehow manages to always use pens that are running out of ink

Only reads romance mangas. He tried to secretly draw and write his own, but Nyon saw the drafts once so he quickly tore it all up and discarded the evidence in embarrassment

Hasn't tried again since :-(

Probably the most natural, a bit messy but still understandable

This guy definitely needs a diary — it’d probably be filled with complaints and cries for help but it might help him desperately relax a little

Didn’t used to like reading, but he’d probably be so happy now to have a good book to occupy his mind

Does not put effort in grammar, writing in-between lines, or even making it eligible

Writes HUGE, could easily fill up a page with just a couple of sentences

Almost always includes a drawing with his writing

Does not care to read anything that isn’t related to his interests

Also writes quite large, mostly round and bold letters

Learned how to write on his own, so it’s a mix of print and cursive that he thinks looks good

Can read, but the books in the dreamrealm are barely understandable to anyone that isn’t him. Just an amalgamation of random stories and thought up characters

Though he has a couple of “classics” he hopes to show Randal one day

[redux-iterum]

I was looking through the list of prefixes and suffixes, and I had a few questions about the -leap suffix. Since it's given via fish based behaviour, is it most often given to Riveclan cats because they generally have more of an opportunity to observe fish behaviour and draw connections between their clanmates? For example, what would a Salmonleap, Minnowleap or Lampreyleap generally behave like? Also, I wasn't sure whether Tadpole- would count as a fish-based prefix to some uneducated cats because if someone didn't know they were really baby frogs. Is that common knowledge throughout the clans, or just Shadowclan and Riverclan? Because, really, it's kind of crazy to imagine for someone who hasn't heard of anything like it before. "See that little wriggling fish down there? One day, it's gonna grow legs and crawl right out of the water!" On that same train of thought, would Riverclanners or Shadowclanners be more inclined to try and pull pranks on gullible cats from other clans on what fish do? (The same way Australians tell everyone that dropbears are real and you have to put toothpaste in your hair and forks behind your ears because American accents piss them off) Like, "Oh yeah, tadpoles turn into frogs and catfish sometimes crawl up onto land and turn into cats who we let join our clan. Why do you think they're called Catfish?" (even if they aren't directly called 'catfish' in feline!) And their clanmate just nods along, "Yep, it's true, I was a catfish once. All my kits hatched from eggs." I can imagine some poor sap through a series of misunderstandings being named Tadpoleleap in Windclan or Thunderclan, their name gets some chuckles out of their amphibious neighbours during a gathering, however unlikely such a mistake may be!

For the first question: I do not define -step-based names. That's something for y'all to do! It's far more fun for you to figure it out yourself than have me read a Wikipedia page translated to a fanfic to you. I will say that Tadpole- definitely counts for -leap, and as soon as they can be considered a proper frog (getting out of the water and hopping around), then it goes to -step.

The Clans are all aware of the unusual development frogs go through. It doesn't surprise any of them, though it's fascinating to kits and newcomers who have never interacted with a frog before. There have been a couple kits who try to keep track of one or a couple tadpoles and follow them as they grow up, but it's nearly impossible to do. There are a lot of little tadpoles out there.

As for pranks... the majority of jokes have to do with the ishmet, not any flesh-and-blood animals. WindClan and ThunderClan have very poor grasps on the concept of river spirits, and even ShadowClan doesn't have as much of their lore as RiverClan does. It's not rare for RiverClanners to tell stories about seeing one that looked like a glass otter, or being pulled into the river and nearly drowned because the spirits thought it would be funny. They escalate the stories a lot more with outsiders than they do each other, even though, technically, they're the only ones who care about the ishmet.

[equill]

Reuniting with a distorted past.

Extra:(New personality tested gone wrong)

wanted to play with rin living in the aftermath aus aswell and had these drawings laying around to share so yay

Panel 1: Was buried alive.

Comic 1: Who are you supposed to be?

new friends

Comic 2: Misguided protection.

obito still sensing the warning signs of rin losing her temper. anyways they proceeded to be dragged into the ocean by rin like some sea monster

Comic 3: Finding out (Now what will you do?)

obito is harshly brought back from his delusions because now its not just kushina but rin too who he needs to ripped out the tail beast from

[illusorysinger]

reposting this from twitter since i never put it here apparently. i drew it for the initial bunny outfit events but there's yet another bunny cafe event so here it is again, with original caption:

"POV you heard the Lords of Hell were wearing bunny ears at the club, and find out that tryhard human exchange student in your class is there too

+bonus post-shift snapshot

(THEY/THEM)"

[skunkes]

if life is categorized by Before Loss and After Loss then I exist in the before but with a countdown to the after. and the countdown is always always present and debilitating. the loss will be debilitating too but i cant help myself. i will always suffer twice.

[benevolenterrancy]

i read When The Angels Left The Old Country in three days and i'm already tempted to go reread it...

[princema-k]

me n @nikolutke talked abt a hunter and leon outfit swap at one point and, well,

[ectocreature]

this is gonna be the first time i maintag art in like a week but hiiii everybody how you doing. werewolf au art be upon ye

To explain what's going on here:

Sometime after the accident in college, Jack ends up using an artifact that his parents used to watch over to lock away his werewolf half and render himself (mostly) "human".

(This is, of course, not obtained without some difficulty. Especially since the artifacts his parents once watched were taken by various museums, none of which were exactly public about what was in their storage. He's got that scar for a reason)

Then, during Bitter Reunions, Vlad tries to make Jack transform, to reveal the "monster" he is.

The artifact, which Jack is still wearing, cracks just enough that it's been slowly, painfully letting Jack's werewolf nature leak through as it continues to break. Turns out, 14 years using an artifact meant to weaken a werewolf to a mostly human state has consequences.

[niuniente]

Me: oh no, my stomach has been acting up a lot for 2 weeks already, and I have a trip to England in a few days... Google: You can't use Imodium for more than 48h!!! Me: Ah, shit. A literal shit! Me: Doctor, please, is there any medication for IBS? Doctor: No, unfortunately. Imodium typically helps. Me: I've been using it and it does help. How long can I use it in one go? Doctor: Up to 3 weeks. Here's a prescription for you. Just take less when your symptoms start to subside. Me: Oh heaven's bless QuQ

[chiropteracupola]

steadfast sailor, paper captain...

[docnukes]

Just wanted to clarify Vlad isn't a dsaf oc anymore (hasn't been for a while) and just a general oc... I did kinda rip off fnaf/dsaf's design elements of drawing humans but that's because it's easier to draw that way. Hashtag awkward!!!

[zoopzopp]

Drawing game… ooooh

Tododeku?

i am so late to this but!! its them! the boys!