#this has probably been done but it’s fun

[edwinspaynes]

Do you think there is a way to ethically watch Sandman and Good Omens? What about Dead Boy Detectives?

Andddd this was why I originally turned off anons. I knew this was coming eventually, but I guess I'll respond just this once so everyone knows where I stand.

I don't love that I feel the need to disclose this, but I have personally experienced grooming and sexual assault in the past. So this post is coming from someone who has Been There and understands the importance of supporting victims. I also love all of the efforts NG-related fandoms have been putting into raising money for sexual assault charities. It's wonderful to see people rallying behind the survivors and supporting them so vocally.

- DEAD BOY DETECTIVES: NOT A GAIMAN WORK

I do not think that there is a world where Dead Boy Detectives would be unethical to stream. It has virtually nothing to do with Neil Gaiman, by his own admission, and is the brain-child of Steve Yockey.

Besides the first chapter where Charles and Edwin were introduced (with no development), he didn't even write the comics! Several artists did, including Toby Litt and Mark Buckingham - whose run the show is based on and who the sprites are named after.

Yockey was the sole person to pitch DBDA to Warner Brothers. Gaiman did not do that.

Streaming Dead Boy Detectives primarily supports its writers, cast, and crew - Gaiman, who only wrote 2 scenes, is getting essentially nothing in terms of royalties.

Someone on Twitter did a really good job of unpacking why Dead Boy Detectives shouldn't be lumped in with Gaiman stuff - I'll link it here.

But this leads me to the next section.

- HANDLING GOOD OMENS AND SANDMAN

I think that there are a lot of valid reactions to the way people handle the consumption of Gaiman's shows after what he has done.

Some people are going to be unable to stomach anything he has written, and that is okay. Others whose lives have been massively impacted by his work aren't going to be able to let go since - and I know people like to deny this, but it's true - the art you love more than love itself is going to have a serious material impact on your personality.

Both of these approaches are alright! The only incorrect approach is to harass those who disagree with your personal choices.

It also is, in my opinion, Bad to give Gaiman money. Purchasing his books and buying Good Omens official merch puts cash in his pocket.

Streaming the shows, though, is a little more nuanced to me.

I'm going to use Good Omens as an example here. I personally will not be continuing with Good Omens. It gives me a Yucky Feeling. I may one day change my mind and stream a pirated version, but I don't think so.

However, I don't think Sheen and Tenant's fans are wrong to stream it in support of the actors who have brought their favourite characters to life.

But this leads me into my next point, and the point that will probably get me Canceled.

- THE IMPACT OF SHOWS ON PEOPLE

The way that people handle their favourite shows post-allegations is going to depend on the impact that the show had on their life.

I like Good Omens. It's a fun show. I enjoyed it while watching it, and think (see: thought) positively of it. But it had no real deep impact on my life - it's not part of me. When I look at Good Omens now, I see Gaiman's work above the finished product. It puts a sour taste in my mouth.

But in a hypothetical world, if Dead Boy Detectives were a Gaiman production? I have the self-awareness to know that I probably would still stream it to support the cast and crew. I am attached enough to it that I think I would divorce it entirely from Gaiman (if he were the creator, which he is not.) My point is that other people who are still streaming Sandman and GO probably don't look at it and see Gaiman. They see something that they have absorbed into themselves.

The part that's going to get me canceled is that if George cameos in Sandman, I will stream that one (1) episode to support George Rexstrew (Edwin Payne's actor). This is because Edwin has had a material impact on my life (hilariously, because I am a sexual violence survivor who did not get justice, and Edwin did not get justice for his murder and fights for that.) I feel that Edwin is part of me and my life, because Edwin (and George's work as Edwin) has made me feel less alone.

A lot of people feel that way about Crowley and Aziraphale.

I think that asking people to ditch a show, characters, and performers that have had a deep impact on their lives is unfair to them. Like, yes, Neil Gaiman is a bag of shit! Anyone who defends him is also a bag of shit! But I don't think that it's fair to stop people from supporting works that have had big material impacts on their own lives.

- HOW TO PROCEED

TL;DR

My personal ideal outcome here would be:

Wrap up Good Omens with the 90-minute movie and nothing else.

Wrap up Sandman with season 2, and do not renew.

Revive Dead Boy Detectives WITH THE CAVEAT that Gaiman gets his name removed from it, even if he currently isn't making much money off it. Take the Sandman characters and references from DBDA and let it become its own standalone thing.

Cancel all future Gaiman productions and never hire him to work on television or anything else again.

Let Gaiman's career die entirely and let him fade into obscurity.

Arrest Gaiman, which will never happen but it should.

I think people should:

Stop giving Neil Gaiman money through books or merch.

Make their own decisions about whether or not to officially stream the shows in support of the actors and crew members who have worked hard on it.

Not harass anyone for either their decision to stream the show, not stream the show, or stream a pirated version of the show.

Engage as much as they want with fandom and fanworks, as they are divorced from the source material's creator.

Vocally speak up against Neil Gaiman. Amplify the voices of the survivors, and don't let fear for the future of your show get in the way of that. At the end of the day, real women were put through the most traumatic and horrifying experience of their lives, and that's what matters most.

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 3 - Working With the Enemy

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.

CW: mentions of wounds, medical stuff.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

AO3

Enjoy <3

They make you leave the room with the mohawk guy while they talk. 

It’s been at least 10 minutes you’d wager. They’re deciding your fate. It makes you restless, bouncing your leg up and down while you hear their muffled voices on the other side of the door. You look over at the man in the room.

You could take him, you wouldn’t have to do much just surprise him, give yourself enough time to run out the house. Maybe if you knock him hard enough you can grab his weapon. He’s not even holding a weapon at you, his arms are crossed. 

You’re quick, you don’t know if you’re quicker then him but his pistol is just sitting her in his holster. 

“See something you like?” He asks, snapping you out of your head, you look up at him.

“Why join the army when your country is not at war?”

“Why not pick a side when yours is?” You scoff, shaking your head. Like he would understand what it’s like. Just like the Americans, there always has to be a good and a bad. 

“You’re not british?” You ask. 

“Scottish.” He replies. You didn't think you were going to get a sincere reply, you smile. He looks over at you and you look away, back to the door.

“Ever think about what’s going to happen when the war ends?” He asks. You laugh, you don’t really mean it, it just seems like such a stupid question. 

“I’ll be long gone before that happens.” You say crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair. You’ve dropped the idea of escaping it seems. Maybe you can get more info from them, useful info. A Lot of people would pay good money for SAS intel.  

“Really? Where would you go?” He asks like he’s interested all of a sudden.

“America, Russia. Somewhere with a fuck load of land.” 

“Why?” 

“Farming sounds like fun. Being self-sufficient, that kind of thing.” You say. He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe you. 

“What about you? Got any dreams or are you planning on dying for your country?” You ask bitterly. What makes him think he’s any better than you? Because he took an oath? Fuck him. 

“Who knows, might do. What’s better though a quick fulfilled life or a long unfulfilled one?” He says. You frown at him. What the fuck does that mean?

“What? Were you a psychologist in another life?” You ask, looking away. He chuckles, you ignore him. You both sit there in silence for what feels like ages. You can still hear mumbling, they’re still talking. They could be deciding to execute you. You’re the enemy, they don’t even need to make it look like an accident. Boom bullet in your head job done. 

You just hope it’ll be quick. Or maybe they’ll decide to torture you for intel, not that you know much. 

“What’s your name?” You turn to the man. 

“Soap.” 

“Soap? Like what you wash with?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods, you scoff, shaking your head and looking away.

Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price. What a fucking mess you’ve got yourself in. 

…

The door swings open, it makes you jump. Soap springs to his feet, you wait. 

“He wants to talk to you.” Gaz says, he barely looks at you as he moves out the way of the door. You stand up swallowing the fear rising in you. You walk back into the room. Price is sat up on the sofa now a hand pressed on the bandages on his stomach, there’s an electronic tablet by his side. That probably has a lot of expensive intel on it. 

Ghost’s stood behind the sofa with his arms crossed. You look at him quickly then to Price as you stop in front of him. He looks round you, he still looks clammy, at least there is some colour back in his face. That’s got to be good, at least whatever you did didn't kill him. 

“You said you could pull the bullet out?” He asks. You look round the room not quite believing what you’re hearing. 

“No, I said you needed a hospital.” You cross your arms. Price smiles leaning back on the sofa, his face winces in pain even though he tries to hide it. 

“I want you to pull it out.”

“Price!” You hear Gaz say. ��That's not what we discussed.” 

“I’m sorry. Even if I could just pull it out, I don’t have any equipment. No sterile field, an x-ray.” You stop throwing your hands up. “I could kill you. I don’t exactly want the blood of a SAS soldier on my hands.”  

“I could die anyway?” 

“You’re still talking, moving, breathing.” You’re getting frustrated, there’s no way you’re going to do this. If you kill him they’ll blame you it’s a death sentence. 

“Which means the bullet probably missed anything vital.” He says as a matter of fact. You look down at the wound, his hand still resting on the bandages. The bleeding is under control, he seems fine other than the hole in his stomach. 

“Maybe. I don’t know but I'm not doing what would basically be surgery on you in a shitty safehouse.” You say squeezing the bridge of your nose. “Like I said I don’t even have the tools.” 

“The vets in the next town over, will it have what you need?” You stop pinching your nose. You don’t say anything. There is no way this is happening.  

“You’re crazy.” You scoff, holding your hands up then letting them fall back down by your side. You look round at everyone. No one is saying anything, Price has a smile on his lips you just want to slap off. 

“C’mere.” He says moving and gesturing for you to step closer. You just stand there gawking at him, no one is saying anything. You look up at Ghost, his eyes are digging into you. You swallow again, taking a step over to him. This time everyone does move, ever so slightly but enough for you to notice. Price’s hand reaches out to press on his side. 

“Feel that.” He says. You look up at him unsure what to do, he nods at you. You shake your head for a second letting out a sigh and press where he instructed. 

Holy shit, it’s hard just under his skin. It’s the bullet. You could pull that out no problem, then you could stitch up the rest of his wounds.

“Still don’t think you could get it out?” He asks as you stand back up. Your eyes flick back up to Ghost. You press your lips together thinking, you could do this.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask. Now it’s negotiation time. You hear Gaz scoff. 

“We let you walk out here alive.” Gaz says, there’s anger in his voice. You turn to look at him. He’s definitely the most reserved out of all them, he held a gun to your head. He would kill you, all he needs is an excuse. You look back down at Price. 

“Your life for mine.” 

“Dramatic.” You scoff. You hear Soap chuckle behind you. 

“I want asylum, in the UK.” You say, crossing your arms. It's not America but it’s a start.  

“Fine.” Price says. You look at him shocked. 

“Just like that?” You ask frowning, it’s almost too go to be true. 

“Just like that. You need to get us into Russia though. Quietly, you said you’re a good smuggler, we’ll even pay you for it.” Price says. Now you really don’t believe him. It’s a challenge though, you can see it in his eyes. 

“I would need to go to the vets for the supplies.” You say.

“Ghost will go with you.” Price says. This is risky, they could be lying. They could kill you as soon as they’re done with you. If they want you to take them over the border you could hand them over to Konni. Makarov would probably pay you enough to retire if you handed him 4 SAS soldiers, fuck it he’d probably give you a mansion somewere in Russia. 

“How do I know I can trust you?” You ask.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Price says back, tipping his head. Touché. You smile. 

“Okay. I’ll help.” You hold your hand out, he shuffles uncomfortably but leans forward to shake your hand. 

You don’t trust them, but they don’t trust you. No way you’re going to let them betray you though. That’s your job.

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[frowerssx2]

I'm gonna do this for all my three boys:

Luke, Delcan and Jupiter

If anyone asks this

That would be great, thank you so much!

Nah, I'm good

I'm probably going to do something that will be incredibly stupid and reckless. So for you're safety, it's best if you don't.

2. (is a random person)

Awkwardly laughs

You f***ing what

Laughs sarcastically, then asks if that is the worst you can do

3.

Thank you (smiles bright as the sun but he's dying inside)

Why would you get me this?

He literally wouldn't know what to do, so he would just accept it with an awkward thank you (he tries to hide it but it is obvious he hates the gift and everyone knows it)

4.

Oh wow, you didn't have to! Let's party!

Immediately walks out (he hates crowds)

Is shocked at first but has fun in the end

5. (this is a random person)

Wonders what he did wrong and if he can fix it

Awesome, we're done here then *walks off*

Okay?

6.

What have I done wrong?! 😭

Ingores them back. Unless it's August (his lover) then he'd freak out and wonder what he did.

If it's Magnifico, he'll panic and try to ask what he did wrong and how he can fix it. If it's someone else, he doesn't have the energy to care. He's been ignored half of his life so one more person won't affect him that much

7.

Not bothered in the slightest

Why would you do this to me?

*sighs dramatically* then deals with it in a forcefully patient manner

8.

No problem, just tell me what you would like me to do and I'll get right to it 😊

I'd rather not. Can't someone else do it?

*Takes a deep breath to calm himself* what would you like me to do?

9.

For Hieronymous? Of course, I'll help! 😊

For August? Alright, I'll try

No problem, tell Magnifico not to worry I've got this

10.

Agrees then struggles to find an outfit and can't decide on his make-up.

Do we have to go? (August: yes, beloved) fiinnee

Of course, I'll come with you, you try and stop me��� Now, is it casual or formal wear?

11.

Is overjoyed that Hieronymous took time off work to spend time with him, eats everything and talks 90% of the time

Declan and August wouldn't go to a restaurant. They are extremely private about their relationship and would prefer to stay home and have a picnic in front of the fire.

Oh wow! Look at this place, I am so underdressed! Can we sit next to the window? I wanna try everything! Do they have cookies?? (Magnifico: I'm afraid not) Aww ☹️

12.

What? In what way? How can I be better? Please, can I do anything to fix something?

I know, I know and I'm sorry. Can we talk about it?

I am? I-I don't mean to be, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?

13.

Feels stupidly special but laughs at Hieronymous and his big words/

Spends around a week to write one back

Cherishes it and puts it with the collection he's made then writes one back the same day

14.

Hieronymous is what?! Why are you telling me now?! What am I meant to do now?!

August is what? ..... in that case, tomorrow you'll be announcing my death

Haha, he's not going to be like that for long...I'm going to steal that Necromancy book from the villains and I'm going to bring him back.

15.

🤣🤣😂 you should have gotten pointers from Donald

Yeah, you're going to clean up this mess. I'm not involved

And why exactly would any of this be funny?!

16.

What is it? What's wrong?

Oh thank god, I can breathe now I was sure I'd have a panic attack if I stayed out there any longer

What have I done now?

17.

none of them would tell the secret unless it would cause harm to someone or if it about someone who has committed a crime.

18. (is a random person)

hunts them down to furiously scream at them

And people wonder why I keep shit to myself

Is extremely petty so does it back

19.

All three boys will panic if any of their lovers say this.

20. (is a random person)

You're going to regret that Hieronymous no!

Starts a fight that he has an 80% chance of winning

Immediately punches back and breaks the person's nose. Afterward, he is totally ready for a bigger fight

☆ — oc questions: reactions. by @ricesinspo, tag me if using!

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how would your character react if someone did these things? consider their personality and behavior, as well as who is doing it and why.

alternatively, ask game: send me a question + 2 characters

offered to help them on something they can do on their own

jokingly made fun of them

gave them a gift they didn't want

threw them a surprise party

told them "i don't care about you"

kept ignoring them

brought lots of attention to them

asked them to perform in front of an audience, like right now, without prep

asked them to do something they're uncomfortable with, "oh, but you have to do it, for [loved one]!"

invited them to a social gathering

took them to a fancy restaurant

told them they're a bad friend / partner / ...

wrote them a poem

died two weeks ago (they only found out now)

pulled a prank on them that went very wrong

pulled them aside from the crowd

told them a secret

exposed something about them that should've been kept private

told them "we need to talk."

punched them

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[bloggerspam]

Fic of a Fic: Caroline meets Ellie

This is a direct homage to @clockwayswrites Caroline from their fic A Hill to Die on.

Ya'll can blame @deathlysilent13 for this.

Disclaimer: I am not super familiar with alters or systems, and in this AU Tim isn't thinking about it/stumbled into it--please do not take this an accurate experience in any way! It's just for fun :)

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"You're pretty. Do you like boys?"

Caroline blinks. looking to her left and right, trying to find the source of the chipper voice.

It's 3am in the morning, she's just spent the last 5 hours dancing in heels—she can be forgiven for taking a little long to realize that the voice is coming from slightly below her sight line.

When she finally (blearily) looks down, a girl of maybe 7 or 8 is looking up at her with wide, bright blue eyes.

"Thank you." Caroline huffs a confused laugh, smiling as she leans down and braces on her knees to be a little closer and meet the little girls height. "You're quite the darling yourself you know."

"Thank you, I got it from my brother." The little girl blushes, apples of her cheeks truly working hard to turn the same shade as its namesake, but her wide-eyed curiosity is still not abated. "Do you like boys?"

"Yes, I do." Caroline tilts her head, biting her lip against a laugh. "But most boys don't like me."

"Well most boys are stupid." The little girl scrunches up her face in distaste, which is honestly too much cuteness for Caroline to handle right now. The Tim part of her is starting to wake up, albeit sluggishly, in the face of a possible lost child. "But my big brother isn't stupid! He's the best, actually."

"Oh?" Caroline looks around exaggeratedly, though she does scan the area the way Tim would. Nothing in particular to note. Weirdly empty for Gotham, but otherwise… "And where is this so-called best big brother? Little girl like you shouldn't be out and about so early."

The little girl looks shifty then, fiddling with her fingers and kicking up dust, mumbling. "He's still sleeping at his desk."

"His desk?" Caroline is a little worried now, truly. How far can a little kid walk? Caroline searches through her memories, but realizes that Tim's knowledge on such things would be heavily skewed and probably incorrect. Damian isn't the best example, and Tim used to stalk Batman. So.

"He fell asleep working." The little girl explains, before the beans truly spill out. "I'm supposed to be sleeping, but I wanted some milk, but Danny didn't have a blanket so I got him a blanket, and then I figured maybe he'd like some hot chocolate when he woke up, 'cause he always makes me hot chocolate when I can't sleep, or had a nightmare, but we didn't have any hot chocolate at home so I thought maybe I could get some hot chocolate, but the bodega's closed."

Caroline watches bemusedly as the little girl gesticulates her story, walking back and forth and presenting her case as if Caroline is the one who has the issue.

"And then I saw you, and you're like, really pretty, and I definitely think my brother would like you," The little girl beams up at her, as if she's done something great. "Jazzy said that Danny's been lonely, taking care of me all by himself. So I thought, if I can't give him hot chocolate, I can at least let him meet a pretty lady!"

Caroline laughs, she can't help it anymore, trying her best to stifle it in the echoes of the night. "Well now, that's very sweet of you!"

"Thank you!" The little girl wiggles in her happiness. "If you want to meet my brother, I think he'll be happy. We don't have to go if you don't want to though, Danny said consent is important."

"He's right." Caroline wipes a tear and smiles widely down at the little girl. "I'm also pretty sure he's going to be worried out of his mind when he wakes up and finds you gone, so how about we get you home, okay?"

"So you'll meet him???" The little girl jumps up and down in excitement, cheering, "He'll be soooo happy to meet a pretty lady like you!"

"That's very nice of you to say, darling." Caroline's eyes go half lidded in exhaustion, yawning as her smile quirks a little differently, Tim blinking a little more in the forefront. "But I'm afraid I'm not a lady most of the time. Most times, I'm a boy."

The little girl doesn't even hesitate. "Danny likes pretty boys too!" She reaches up a hand, as if waiting for Caroline, no, Tim? to take her hand and lead her home. "He'll be extra happy that you can be both!"

Tim doesn't know what to say to that—his skirt is starting to feel a little too tight, and his feet are killing him. Heels were a mistake, but at least his tights and sweater keeps him warm, even if it's off the shoulder and cropped. The sweater paws are appreciated at least.

"That's very equal opportunity of him." Tim decides to say, drawing it out as if unsure. It's very typical of Caroline to leaving Tim to clean up her messes. "But I'm not sure Danny wouldn't like a random stranger showing up on his doorstep with his little sister."

"Oh!" The little girl jolts, straightening up and putting her hand out for a handshake instead. "My name is Ellie Nightingale, I'm 8 years old, and I love my brothers and sister very much!"

"Hello, Ellie." Tim shakes her hand, deliberating before deciding fuck it. "My name is usually Caroline in this outfit."

Ellie eyes him up and down, scrutinizing him as she twists their clasped hands into a different hold and leading them seemingly towards her home. "But you're not Caroline now."

"I am not." Tim agrees, adjusting his gait into an awkward walk. His feet still hurt, but he's had worse as Red Robin. "Well, I am. But not. She went to…bed, I guess. So now I'm awake."

"What's your name now that you've woken up?" Ellie asks, stopping them at a crosswalk and looking both ways even though it's as empty as Gotham could ever get. Tim thinks on this for a moment, before again, deciding fuck it.

"It's Tim." He replies. "Caroline had a long night, and she thinks I'm better with children."

Ellie gives him a look for that. "I liked Caroline better."

Tim honks out a laugh, quickly covering it up with his free hand. "Sometimes I like Caroline better too."

"That's kind of sad." Ellie reaches up to pat Tim on his hip, the easiest place she can reach. "It's okay, Danny can like Tim better."

Tim feels his face hurt with how wide he's smiling. Kids are a riot. "Sometimes, when I'm a boy-boy, my name is Alvin."

Ellie shrugs. "Is he mean? If he's mean Dante might like him."

Tim, with a wobbly voice from holding in laughter, tries his best to answer. "He's sometimes a little mean."

"Dante can be mean with him. He's not as nice as Danny, but he's just as good of a brother." Ellie chirps, swinging their arms back and forth as she skips. "Do you have another name that Jazzy can like?"

"…I guess I was Todd Richards, once." Tim hums, swinging his arm with her and using his free hand to rub at his chin in thought. "Though he didn't stay long."

"Jazz doesn't like deadbeat men who leave." Ellie primly states, sticking her nose up. "Jazz deserves better."

"…Are you setting me up with all of your siblings?" Tim hesitantly asks, unsure how to explain that they're all monogamous, but like to share? He's never figured it out.

"No, just Danny." Ellie slants an offended look. "You have lotsa names but you're one person right?"

Tim feels lighter than a feather, and he's not sure how to explain that, so he settles for a nervous smile and nod. He's never actually sat down and thought through this whole identity thing in the first place—method acting gone wrong? Right?

Doesn't matter. Ellie's chill with it, so Tim's chill with it. Logic.

Take that, Dick. And Bruce. And Jason. And—

"It's okay to have a buncha names. I used to have a different name." Ellie continues over Tim's righteous thoughts, this time leading the way through a side alley. Tim is actually surprised how empty it is. "My creator was a dickbag though, and Jazzy said it's important for my i-den-ti-ty to have a proper one."

"Language." Tim bites his lip from snorting, noting the peculiar wording Ellie uses. "Creator?"

"Dante said it's okay if it's true." Ellie bites her lip, side-eyeing Tim as she pinches the fabric of her jeans. "And Danny says it's okay as long as Jazzy doesn't hear."

"Is that so?" Tim chuckles, subtly eyeing her fingers.

"It is so." Ellie sniffs, pinching the fabric of her jeans again. "Danny's the best like that." No pinching this time.

A tell. Tim hides his grin with a little cough. "Of course." Ellie seems to be pleased with Tim's agreeable actions.

They're just exiting the alley, coming around the bend, when the door to an apartment complex across the road swings forcefully open. A man, shirtless and NASA patterned pajama pants at barely cling to his hips shoots out, grabbing the before it slams against the wall, forcing it closed as gently as he can so that the security system locks engage. He's handsome even though his hair is a mess, with crease lines Tim can still see from all the way over here that indicate he was just asleep on possible pencil, maybe a screwdriver.

There are. Abs. And arms. Holy shit, those sure are arms.

Ellie perks up, zooming towards the man and dragging Tim with him. "Danny!"

"Ellie!" Danny's head whips up in their direction, the man running towards them with zero hesitation to scoop Ellie up into a hug. "Bug, you worried me, I woke up and you weren't there!"

Oh, shit, even his voice is nice, deep and raspy from sleep even through the sheer relief. Tim tries to focus on the conversation as Ellie recounts her obviously genius and completely founded (to her) reasoning on why she just had to leave the apartment, but ultimately fails.

Did he mention abs? And arms??

The man is taller than Tim by a good couple inches, and bulkier in the shoulders. He's robust, even with that shoulder to waist ratio that Tim (and Caroline) kind of want to aggressively bite at. Deliciously hunky, as Steph would say. He has a unique undercut that's all white, though the stop part of his hair is black as night.

His eyes almost glow green in the dinky streetlights, and Tim's kind of losing it at the soft helpless look the other man's giving his little sister once she's finished her explanation. He's got her sitting on one arm, holding her up so that their faces are level, with Ellie bracing her tiny hands on his shoulder and chest.

Tim kind of wants to cry.

"I know that—" Danny sighs, pinching his brow in a way only exasperated older brothers can. Tim knows, because Dick does it all the time. "I know that you're used to going out alone, but I thought we established that once you started living with me you'd tell me?"

Ellie purses her lips in what seems to be both guilt and indignation. "I did okay before. Nothing happened and I can take care of any bad guys!"

Danny's face crumples a bit for a flash of a moment, stabbing Tim in the heart like thirty million times. "Ellie, it's not that I don't trust you, it's that I care. What happened before…" Danny sighs looking a little distressed and at a loss for words.

Ellie reaches over, smooths a tiny hand over Danny's furrowed brow. "Ok. M'sorry Danny. I love you."

Danny smiles then, once more helpless, "I love you too squirt." Then, as if finally noticing Tim, Danny coughs and turns abruptly red. Like, super concernedly red, actually. Tim's worried he might feint.

"Oh, Ancients, sorry," Danny adjusts Ellie to put her down, but she clings to him, still a little upset. Danny smoothly straightens back up, patting her on the back as she nuzzles into his neck.

Seriously, Tim might die.

"Thanks for bringing her back to me." Danny reaches a hand out, "My name's Danny. Is there any way I can repay you for finding her?"

Tim almost says please date me but thankfully, Bat-training has him calm, collected, and in total control of his mouth.

"It's no problem," Tim smiles his best smile—a little awkward in Caroline's fit, but Tim's no stranger to women's clothing. "And I didn't exactly find her." Tim chuckles as he darts a glance at a now perked up Ellie.

"I found them Danny!" Ellie proudly pronounces, wiggling in place in her excitement again before scrunching her face. "Well. I found Caroline. For you!"

"For me?" Danny confusedly tilts his head, even pointing a finger at himself. "Why would you—"

"Jazzy said you're lonely." Ellie whispers loudly into his ear, Tim trying to stifle his laughter as he bites his lips. "And Dante said that you need to find a friend to have sleepovers with."

Danny's face goes alarmingly red again, slapping a hand to cover his eyes as he groans in embarrassment.

"I'm going to kill them—nosey older—" Danny grumbles, before huffing and smiling apologetically at Tim. "I'm really sorry about this Miss Caroline—"

"He's Tim right now!" Ellie interrupts, yanking at Danny's ear and causing him to yelp. "Caroline went to bed. I like Caroline more, 'cause she's so pretty, see?"

Ellie points at all of Tim, which causes him to smile shyly. He notices that Danny follows where Ellie points, gulping when he meets Tim's eyes again. "Y-yeah, I see that squirt but—"

"But Tim's been really nice, he treats me like a proper person! Most people just think I'm a dumb kid."

"You're not dumb." Tim and Danny say in unison, which makes both of them squeak embarrassingly. So much for Bat-training.

"See! So I thought Tim could be for you, and I could play with Caroline sometimes, and Dante could play with Alvin—"

"Alvin?" Danny asks quietly, to which Tim flashes three fingers, before pointing to his head. Danny nods understandingly before focusing back on Ellie. The quick understanding and no reaction makes all sorts of butterflies bloom in Tim's gut. Like a little mosh pit of bugs. Maybe he needs coffee.

"—and so I said that Jazz deserves better than that, right Danny?" Ellie smooshes Danny's cheeks, making him look all sorts of ridiculous and cute. "Maybe we can even share Caroline!"

"-at's right squirt. S-he does." Danny says through his squished face. He scrunches his nose up—which makes their relation seem so very clear, Ellie's the spitting image of him—before bopping his forehead onto hers and making her giggle as she lets go of his face.

"So, uh. this is all very nice of you, Ellie. I, uhm." Danny glances at Tim, wincing a little, "I love that you did something so nice for me, but you can't gift people, so we're gonna let uh, Tim get on their way okay?"

Ellie pouts, wriggling out of Danny's grip to hide behind Tim and grab at his skirt. "But, but you like pretty ladies! And pretty boys!"

"Where did you even get this information?" Danny's voice cracks, frantically looking back and forth between Tim and Ellie as if he's not sure whether to be embarrassed or indignant.

"Sam said you like pretty ladies that look like they can beat you up." Ellie ticks a finger up, looking up as she recalls this info, "and Tucker said you like guys who look like they need to be taked care of."

Danny groans, head in his hands and hunching his shoulders up to scrunch up as small as he can even as Ellie steamrolls over the noise, "And Jazzy and Dante said that you need somebody that can be weird with you."

Danny jolts up, straightening as if he's found some kind of salvation. "Hey, that's right, and I'm sure Tim is a perfectly awesome guy, uh, girl?" Danny looks at Tim in distress, making Tim chuckle.

"Right now I'm a guy." Tim tries to keep his voice soft and low, smiling a little shyly. Distantly, he wonders if he's smudged Caroline's lipstick.

"Right!" Danny coughs, red again, "Right, so he's a perfectly normal guy and totally not weird, Okay, Ellie? C'mon, let's not take up more of Tim's night, okay?"

"I like weird." Tim nonchalantly says, innocent as he lays a hand on Ellie's back. "I mean, I've got at least three people sharing space in my noggin. Sort of." She beams up at him and snuggles closer to his leg, a warm line of comfort and affection. "We can be weird together, I think."

Danny flaps his mouth open and closed, at a loss for words. Tim's not about to explain this whole method acting turned stress relief gender euphoria turned alternate identity thing, so he plows on.

"I'm sometimes a lady—" Ellie interrupts him with an adamant pretty! "—a pretty lady that can definitely put you in your place." Tim does a slow up and down, Caroline peeking through in body memory even if she's not fully forefront.

It makes Danny do that cute little squeak again—-That's three times now, and Tim wants to know if he can manage a fourth. It also makes Danny remember how shirtless he is, making the other man twitch as if he might cover his chest but doesn't want to bring more attention to this fact so he restrains himself.

Tim licks his lips, staring at his pecs and—there's that fourth squeak and arms crossing over that delicious chest.

"And y'know," Tim goes a little shy now, scratching at the back of his neck, "I sometimes forget to sleep and eat." He shrugs with a little moue of distaste as the words he's about to say, "My family says I'm kind of a workaholic and need taking care of."

"Oh!" Ellie bounces up and down, tugging at Tim's skirt again, flashing a little hip that makes Danny eep and slap his hands over his eyes. Big guy like him should not be this freaking cute, seriously. "Oh! Jazzy says Danny's a work-a-ho-lic too!"

"Yeah?" Tim says to Ellie, even as he keeps eye contact with Danny as he's peeking through his fingers, "Guess that means I gotta at least give it a shot, right?"

Tim's not sure where this confidence is coming from: remnants of Caroline, being so free with his other…roommates, Ellie, or Danny's reactions, but it's bolstering him up.

It makes him bold, and kinda reckless. Mr. Sarcastic would approve.

"Yeah!" Ellie agrees, tugging Tim's hand into hers. She pulls him towards Danny, who obliging gives her his hand when she asks for it wordlessly with her own. "You gotta at least try. Jazzy said you give up too much for me!" Ellie makes the saddest, most pathetic looking pout Tim's ever seen. "I don't wanna be the reason you're sad and alone Danny!"

Danny bites his lip, looking at Tim for a long moment. Tim tries to smile reassuredly, to convey that he's totally on board for at least one date. (For maybe many many dates?) His shoulders slump, but his blush is still rampant. It's crawling down his neck, up his cheeks and bleeding into his ears.

He's the cutest thing Tim's ever seen at 4am in the morning.

"O-okay, uhm." Danny fumbles with his phone, "I-I could give you my number?"

"Sounds great." Tim shyly smiles as they exchange numbers, Ellie keeping both their hands hostage as if they might run away the second she lets go. Good thing Tim's ambidextrous. "I'll call you, maybe set something up this weekend?"

"It's a date." Danny smiles, Ellie squealing in excitement and cheering as she finally lets go to jump around.

Just as they get ready to part ways, Ellie tugs at Tim's skirt again, cupping her hands in a bid for Tim to crouch down and lend an ear. He does so obligingly.

"Can Caroline wake up for a second so I can say goodbye?" She whispers loudly. Tim smirks a little, rummaging up the vestiges of Caroline and sort of—blinks.

"Goodnight darling." Caroline does a sly little smile, kissing Ellie on the cheek and winking up at Danny. "And you were right! Your brother is the best."

Ellie beams, giving her a kiss on the cheek back. "Good night, Caroline!"

[gabessquishytum]

Dream and Hob have just started dating and Hob knows it's an odd sight. He doesn't exactly fit Dream's "type" compared to the rest of his exes. He isn't artistic like Calliope or beautiful like Nada or suave like Cori. Overall, Hob simply doesn't fit into any of Dream's usual preferences. So instead, he tries to make sure he doesn't have any qualities that Dream dislikes, like trying to cut down on his cursing because Dream hates profanity, not calling Dream in the evenings because that when he gets most of his work done as a night owl and doesn't like being interrupted, or washing himself more frequently because Dream doesn't like the smell of sweat, etc. Dream notices these small changes and begins to worry that Hob is uncomfortable around him. One time Dream noticed one of Hob's friends, Jo, was wearing his jacket because it was cold out and he's a gentleman, obviously, so later Dream shyly asked if he could borrow one of his hoodies but Hob immediately said no because he had been working out in his hoodie earlier and he didn't want Dream to smell his sweat. This incident basically cements the misunderstanding and Dream flat out says if Hob isn't serious about his relationship. Some conflict occurs but eventually they manage to clear things up and Dream lightly scolds Hob for trying to change himself for Dream's sake when he loves him just for who he is and buries him in kisses as punishment. They make up, feeling more secure than ever.

(Dream does eventually get his hands on one of Hob's sweaters)

Obsessed with the idea of Hob repressing, curtailing and squashing his own personality because he's convinced that Dream won't actually like him if he finds out what Hob is really like. In reality Dream KNOWS that Hob is loud mouthed, argumentative, clumsy and even a little but stupid sometimes. Those are all things that Dream LOVES about Hob.

Poor Hob has basically spent months on edge, unable to express himself properly, but he feels that its all worth it to keep Dream. And Dream is so relieved when Hob finally starts acting like Hob again (ie being annoying and funny and silly and a hot adhd mess). He likes Hob’s stupid fun patterned clothes and his car that still smells like dog even though Hob doesn't have a dog, and his tangents about random historical events.

Hob is tired from pretending to be a functioning human, but he gets a good long nap in Dream's embrace. And Dream steals his hoodie. But he probably deserves it, bless him.

[eddsboxofdisectiontools]

The mass mischaracterization of Edd bugs me to death sometimes and I know I'm not the only one. No he's not a "soft uwu boy" he's a traumatized, overly empathetic kid with some kind of mental illness slaving himself away to his parents out of fear of disappointing the people he has been told he needs to please. His kindness is not him being "soft", nor is his tendency to cry or break down. He's probably autistic, and suffers from an overabundance of empathy. I highly doubt he enjoys it. He won't be mean, but he will be sarcastic and/or satirical (people forget this one a lot). And while I don't think he'd be a law breaker in any sense, even mildly like trying drugs, I'm 99% sure he'd grow up to be affiliated with punk ideology and general rage at the government. I don't even think he'd bother people who break the law in certain ways very much after a certain age. If he saw Eddy smoking, or Ed popping blues, he may warn them about the dangers IF IT'S THEIR FIRST TIME. But if they've done it before, he'll probably let them be. I think he'd turn away if he saw shoplifting occurring at a large store as an adult knowing how those companies overprice their stuff.

He's intelligent. The way we see him act as a kid is influenced by his parents being an oxymoron helicopter parent duo that somehow manages to both micromanage their son AND lack presence at the same time. The way he acts around Ed and Eddy (speaking specifically about his sarcastic tendencies) is his true self. His intelligence doesn't mean he lacks any humor or fun. He isn't "soft" in the way people make him look, and he'd probably be the first to defend his friends from assholes. May I remind you that he stands his ground in BPS? Pretty damn well, might I add. People think he lacks confrontational abilities and while he does have some anxiety surrounding himself and may not defend himself to people he doesn't know very well, he almost always seems to be the first to confront someone when they need to be corrected. If he wasn't most likely physically disabled (as evident by his inability to do ANYTHING without severe exhaustion and panting) he'd probably beat you up if you hurt anyone's feelings enough that he felt he had to step in.

[girl-named-matty]

Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons pt.5

Just really random headcanons about Sebastian Sallow, what more can I say?

Loves reading biographies. It's always an opportunity to learn, and we all know how he feels about that. However, I think he'd like reading autobiographies even more since he thinks it's more interesting coming from the perspective of the actual person.

That being said, he also has a diary he writes in quite often. And yes, he doodles in it constantly.

Pretty decent in Wizards Chess; however, he's only beaten Garreth once because we all know how good those Weasleys are at Wizards Chess. But Sebastian is 100% definitely the kind of guy to over-analyze every single move to the point where it's hardly fun to play with him anymore, but hey, at least he's determined!

Definitely the "rules are meant to be broken" kind of guy, but he understands the difference between important rules and useless rules (kinda 💀).

Coffee was definitely different back then; however, he'd probably be a bit of an addict, to be honest. I just KNOW that boy is staying up wayyyy too late and needs the caffeine to stay up. (He hates the taste, but it gives him energy before it makes him go kaput lol.)

He's an extrovert, but put a good book in his hands, and he might as well have become an introvert with the way he's ignoring people.

Big fan of exploring, whether that's the grounds around Hogwarts or exploring some book/literature. He likes being out in nature, so you can best believe he's been to the Forbidden Forest quite a few times.

He's quite a big flirt but doesn't know much of what to do after that. Flirtatious behavior comes naturally to him as he's a pretty confident guy, but once the other person actually shows genuine interest in him, he gets a little stuck because he was not expecting it.

He's clumsy; let's be real here.

Can trip on his own shoes, up the stairs, down the stairs, on air; literally anything. It happened a lot more when he was younger, and he's gotten better about fixing his balance, but he used to have bruises all the time from where he had fallen. (Me too, Seb. Me too.)

A tad impatient but not out of malice, he's just the kind of guy to really want to get up and do things, to try and get them done. Dwelling on issues has never brought him any peace of mind, so he's ready to get in there, do the job, and get out. Which could possibly lead to quite a few of his issues LOL. (ifykyk)

You know how his hair is hard to draw? (artists, I can hear you screaming from here). Yeah, well, it's hard to style as well. Ever since he was a boy, his hair was always quite messy, and his mother used to try her best to tame it, but he was a rather energetic boy, so it didn't really stay how it was styled.

And he never got old enough with his father for him to teach Sebastian how to do it, so he kinda had to learn it himself. But hey, we all love Sebastian's iconic hair. (Let's be real; we all probably want to run our hands through it.)

Behind his teenage-ish recklessness, his ambition contributes to his devotion. He's a very devoted person, whether that's to what he believes in, what he does, family, friends, or lovers; he's just a really devoted guy.

If he were in modern times, he'd have great music taste. I can't tell you exactly what he'd listen to since I have too many opinions about that overall; however, I can tell you that it absolutely rocks.

Over all, as much as I like to joke about this little twit, I love him. ;)

[artuurle]

Hiding behind anon despite the fact ive been non-anon on here hi guys whatsup I have random mostly Grujaja centered things but theres others...............cause....yeah.... -Would be the best at hide and seek, he could just bury himself into the ground and turn the cone until you cant see the face. Would spend hours in one spot because nobody can locate this guy... -Would be that one guy at the party who stands awkwardly in the corner with a red cup. He didnt want to be there but someone else dragged him there and now he has to deal with it. -I feel like Grujaja would wear things like ear mufflers or sunglasses. He wears that cone all the time (as someone who wears headphones alot when you take them off its like getting hit by a truck sometimes.) Would probably also have a moment because the cone gets in the way of his breathing a little. -Hides small things in his cone, basically carrying small items on his head all the time. Things he can just drop whenever he wants them. -P would probably be concerningly good at combat games. P has got some inner demons or something. -Al constantly thinks he is that guy. He is infact not that guy. -Vib is an artist, P is also an artist. The two would probably do art together. -I feel like- whatever Bizzyboys are- they have really strong tails, some of them have tails that can support their bodies weight, kind of like a cool chair. I don't know if youve ever played monster hunter but if you look up the Great Maccao you'll see where im going with this. -They also have good hearing and eyesight too, but its...selective? Its very easy for them to just tune things out or loose focus if they want too. Their emotions/environment probably get in the way of this though. -The Bizzyboys have AT SOME POINT done a Team Rocket type skit.

Thank you for your wall. eats it. i drew stuffs for this and also talked about my own headcanons a little bit

the point about breathing being hard in the cone was an actual concern i had for him during the edge of milldread fight. its hot there he's gonna get heatstroke <:[ I also hc him bringing sensory headphones for when life gets too loud post game.

Patty gamer rage is so real and true in my heart. shes so sweety until you boot up mortal combat or guilty gear and then she immediately goes feral. fight those demons girl its scary in here.

Al is that guy to me even if he isn't that guy <3

I headcanon each of the bizzyboys we see as one form of artist or another! they all seem to have artistic tendencies! all were seen drawing in buzzhuzz, even Grujaja, he drew on his cone! Capo included as well. that mans art is cooking to me. Fun fact: on king posters posted to the limbolane account theres graffiti in red with a small Al drawn in the corner implying Al can draw <3

I dont think they can balance on their tails due to the thickness not being enough to support a whole body upright like a Great Maccao, but i do subscribe to their tails being strong enough to support their weight similar to how people portray possums hanging by their tails (though that isnt something possums can actually really do) It's common to pick up young drainfolk by their tail like this in my heart.... or adult ones if you're tall enough and have a death wish! Bonus: I also headcanon young drainfolk climbing onto adults when spooked or upset. (usually parents, though Grujaja Didn't have those anymore so...)

I agree on this one, though i'm biased because i'm the same way. I've had to be physically grabbed sometimes while reading books to get my attention and even still sometimes that didnt work.

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Hero, Villain God 55

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*Grian's pov*

You sigh in relief, that was close... too close, you almost had to think about some of the stuff you really don't want to aknowledge.... Hopefully Joel doesn't get funny ideas from that.

Sure, you might have gotten a slight bit attached to one mortal...or two...but it's just more fun this way! Yes! Nothing more to it. Nothing at all... And well you don't need to justify yourself to him anyway! Who is he to question you? ... Outside of like being the literal sky.

You are digging your metaphorical hole deeper at this point.

...

ANYWAY, It's time to go back to your vessel now, It's been a long enough time that it shouldn't be too weird for you to wake up... Well it might still be but at this point you are too bored to care.

You just give it a bit of a push and you open your eyes.

Ugh, It's way too bright in here and now that you are back inside the body the pain has somewhat returned, going to have to fix that at one point tll. You never understood why humans were made to be so fleshy and weak and sickly in the first place...

You push yourself up on the medical bef, the muscle mass in the arms is mostly intact with minimal athropy luckily, the legs are pretty much the same so not an horrible state by mortal standards at least... The door to the room opens, It's a nurse... She seems shocked to see you awake, she quickly dashes to your bedside to check on some monitors near you...then after a few minutes of questions that you really didn't care about she nods and leaves to make a call...

Soon after Cub burst trough the door, covered from head to toe in water.

"Grian? I was told you were up."

"That I am ..."

You should probably be asking questions right, they think you have been unconcious for the last week or so.

"... What happened? The uh nurse that found me when I woke up didn't explain much."

There! Perfect! Now he thinks you are clueless and your divinity is once more kept secret, good job you!

"You ...got shot protecting Hotguy from a sniper"

"And how long was I...?"

"Oh just... A bit more less then two weeks"

"Hmm."

...

The silence that follows is akward, you just want to get this over with so you can leave and the two of you barely know eachother... You really want to ask about what the associations current plans are for you but you can't just ask that, you already made Cub suspicious with the blood samples way before everything went down...

...Ok maybe you can phrase it in a non-suspicious way, It's a better option then laying on the bed for who knows how long.

"So... What now?"

"Uh?"

"Can I like ...leave now?" That should sound earnest enough hopefully.

"What?"

Cub is not the expressive type, you have gathered that from the little you have seen of him. This is not an exception, he just tilts his head before giggling a bit, you really can't tell if It's genuine or not.

"Grian, you just woke up from a coma you- you can't just...you can't just get up and leave."

"Oh..."

Well then, you messed it up, he's -

"Where would you even get that idea? Is that something you have done before? Wake up from a possibly life ending injury and just leave?"

There is a right answer is. . . You don't know what that is, you have no clue what he wants you to say. So you do a bit of gambling.

"Yes yes, many times, all the time"

His smile falters a bit, this somehow feels more like genuine confusion or thought...he just looks at you, did you say the wrong thing? You should have just done the mind reading trick... No, you gave yourself a challenge, if you just used all your powers this wouldn't be any fun anymore.

...

He doesn't even say anything else he just keeps looking, you tilt your head a bit and it seems to bring him back.

"Right... Well, I'll be speaking with the medical staff then."

"Sure."

He slowly gets up and after a few seconds goes to open the door and leave... He stops just as he reaches for the door.

"And Grian?"

"Yeah?"

"Scar is worried, should -"

"Tell him to come by."

"Alright"

And like that he's gone.

*End of Chapter 10*

[gumjester]

old riddlish dialects

someone commented on my fic about my old riddlish dialects/languages, and i realised i don't think i ever presented them in the public forum!! so here we go! all are pure headcanon and linguistic patchwork. i wrote these in 2020 i think ? and it may show. still, i would love to expand on them further someday soon :}

The only reason I can think of for there being more than one native language of Wonderland is if there were separate languages evolved from different ancient clans that then merged over the proceeding centuries. So here we are.

Sisash probably evolved from the centre of Wonderland, surrounded by wilderness and beasts that could sense your every sound, so relied more on silent hand signs and phonemes like shh and sss that couldn’t be distinguished from the rustling of trees. While more audible today, those phonemes and hand signals still make up the bulk of the language.

Torrol is mostly spoken at the coasts, and was likely formed there, too. While it still rhymes, like Riddlish, it makes use of melody and words with long, clear vowels that can be heard far out to sea. This language seems to have been purpose-built for two things: shanties, and communicating over long distances, mostly in warnings. There is just one word for love in Torrol - “besh” - but over fifty for danger, varying from danger posed by angered tides, to many fish, to one big fish, to fire.

Riddlish itself seems to be an amalgam of many now-extinct languages, but most prominently the academic language of Leverse, created as a way for scholars to communicate magical concepts effectively. Leverse was the main language used to communicate with what few outsiders came to Wonderland, in hopes that if nothing else, they would find common ground through magic and spells. Leverse was also adopted by the royal family and courts and thus became widely spoken, meshing over time with less distinguishable and unique languages to create Modern Riddlish.

Today there are still many dialects of Riddlish, such as: High Riddlish - a needlessly complicated version only spoken by the royal family and their courts (Lizzie can speak this one, though she doesn’t like to), Common Riddlish - the simplest and most widespread form of Riddlish that basically every Wonderlandian knows, Burrows Riddlish - spoken by most Wonderlandian inhabitants that live underground or in the dark, meaning different communication methods are needed (spoken by Kitty and Bunny), and Dinnerplate Riddlish - an almost unintelligible form of the language that is mostly spoken for entertainment at tea parties, but is a local dialect of the inhabitants of the Hatter’s Table (spoken by Maddie).

Grimmlic has been integrated, willingly or not, into almost every language in Wonderland, meaning that many original words are no longer in use, or have been completely lost to time.

Riddlish can be written in Grimmlic or Wonderlandian script, as can Torrol (though it is more complicated), but Sisash cannot be written in Grimmlic, only the logographic Wonderlandian script.

(and just for fun, i'll include my logographic script for Riddlish. done in 2021)

i have never studied linguistics at length but i do like the subject!!!!! this was my general fiddlings with logograms and connecting them through different space 2 convey different meanings.. like if the temporal attachment indicating past is written aside the next logogram rather than beneath it, it indicates a different tense, or even a different mood, which i feel like is so intrinsic to riddlish -- the feeling conveyed through the words rather than the meaning. i do love written languages so may pick this up again soon now that i have more time !!!! <3

[windvexer]

Hi Chicken. I need help, and I’m hoping that you can / are willing to help. I need a game plan. I know that much of magic is about personal experience and knowledge, but I don’t know what to do with my personal experience and knowledge. I think I’m looking for new experiences in new perspectives.

Basically what I’m saying here is, if you had a block of clay in front of you, and your task was to, well, give this clay tasks with the goal of magical exploration, or to help the clay gain magical experience, what would you have the clay do?

I need actionable tasks. My brain has been too overwhelmed with differentials and what I should and shouldn’t read, I can’t think of anything that *feels* proper enough. So I need the creation of the tasks to be out of my hands.

You know I've written I feel kind of extensively on this topic in the past.

Ok, so you want to practice every day?

Crafts of the Witch Useful to Learn

Lukewarm take: If you want to get good at practical sorcery, you're probably going to have to do a lot of magic you don't need to do, just for the sake of practice

hey chicken! what can i do in the dry periods in which there is nothing really bothering me? as in, how can i further my practice with spirits and witchcraft if i am not actively needing to do a spell?

find some stuff to do magic about (feat. practicing sorcery is fun and good)

Introspective journaling questions and activities for those who are veryyy inspired but also feeling a little overwhelmed

There are specific actionable learning steps in above link "crafts of the witch useful to learn."

Not to read too much into things Anon, but I must hazard a guess that you are acting from a place of solitude; in that it seems that you do not have gods, spirits, or spiritual allies to turn to in order to help guide your path when you are in need of guidance.

So if you'd like something in particular to do, try obtaining a familiar or a tutelary spirit who you are able to turn to in order to seek advice such as this.

Learn how to properly create and consecrate a spirit shrine

Learn how to properly create and consecrate a spirit vessel

Have on-hand three protective spells, including one for yourself and one for your home

Have on-hand one banishing spell to remove unwanted presences

Have on-hand 2 different rituals for calling on spirits, either in general or specifically familiar spirits

Have on-hand two offering and veneration rituals; one more formal and elaborate, and one that can be done quickly for small offerings

Develop grimoire pages for the following information: the times and locations spirits are most easily contacted, the steps to safely astral travel (or, 'hedge cross'), herbal and incense correspondences for calling spirits, herbal and incense correspondences for banishing spirits, a checklist or steps to take if you need to banish a spirit

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XI: Be Alone With Me

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | prev. | read on ao3 | diaries coming soon

songs: don’t speak by born without bones, be alone by paramore

chapter tags: slight angst, slight hurt/comfort, reconnections, enemies to friends, slight fluff i guess? | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

summary: you take a chance on something you’d believed was long gone.

a/n: sorry i’m late! this one’s a little bit of everything. you can now also read on Ao3!

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You stare at the screen, cursor blinking in the text box. You’ve been stuck here for about twenty minutes now, typing and deleting words that all make you cringe. It’s unclear why you’re suddenly so nervous, once having nothing to fear when you texted this number. It hurts your heart, the way things change. Finally, you decide to keep it simple.

hi.

He’s typing before you can even exit the app.

Eddie (block later): hi?

> hi…?

Eddie (block later): to what do i owe the pleasure?

> was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something today.

Eddie (block later): am i being punk’d?

> is it 2004?

Eddie (block later): no…

there’s your answer. pete’s? in an hour?

Eddie (block later): i mean, yeah, of course.

> cool.

You lock your phone and toss it down on your bed, flopping back into the pillows, feeling your skin burn as you think about Eddie, probably sitting in his own bed, eyebrow cocked as he reads your messages, confused as all hell. That makes two of you, having bamboozled yourself with the sudden surge of courage. You suppose you owe him at least the chance to redeem himself, you’re too old to be holding this long of a grudge.

You pull yourself from the bed, drifting hesitantly over to your closet to find an outfit. You dig through your clothes, panic coursing in your veins until you stop to breathe. This is not a date, you remind yourself. This is coffee, with an estranged acquaintance. Nothing more. You pick out one of your favorite t-shirts, the band logo almost illegible, and a pair of high waisted jeans that you secure with a leather belt. You slip on a pair of shoes and grab your old leather jacket, refusing to acknowledge that you probably wouldn’t have worn it if it weren’t Eddie you were meeting up with. The plan is to slip out the door unseen, but for some reason Chris has risen before noon today, and is sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal placed precariously in his lap.

“Where are you off to, all dressed up?”

You look down at your clothing. “I’m not dressed up. Am I?”

Chris shrugs. “You gotta date or something?”

Shit. “No, I’m going to grab coffee. With Eddie.” You’re fifteen again, lying to your brother about going out to the quarries to smoke with your burn out friends. Only this time, Chris isn’t looking at you with his big brother face, just a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Okay… Have fun.” He turns back to the television, as if you’ve told him you’re going grocery shopping.

“What, no interrogation? No borderline invasive lines of questioning?”

He shrugs, not even bothering to turn back around. “That’ll come when you get back, I assume.”

You roll your eyes at the back of your brother’s head. “Okay, whatever! Bye!” You fling the door open and pull yourself over the threshold before you lose your nerve.

–

Pete’s Cafe is what the oldheads of Hawkins would describe as the Hippie Hang out. Its walls are covered in local artists’ work, with their prices scribbled on sticky notes taped next to them. The room holds a couple mismatched couches, along with plenty of rickety wooden chairs and tables to eat and chat at. The menu is written across a few black boards in multi colored chalk, all with catchy names and gluten, dairy, or nut free alternatives. There’s a small stage by the window that is only ever occupied every other Wednesday of the month for poetry open mics, a few of which you’d participated in in high school. It may be tacky, but this place has been a comfort to you since you were a teenager, finding solace in the peanut butter and banana toast and insanely bitter coffee.

You spot Eddie in a corner, already sipping on what looks like a black iced coffee, and you make your way over to him.

“Needed your fix that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait for me?”

Eddie beams at you, causing you to falter for half a second as you sit down across from him. “Told ‘em to look out for the pretty girl in the hardcore band t-shirt, ordered for you already.” As if he’d planned it, the barista brings another drink over as you recover from him calling you pretty. “Iced caramel, oat milk and two sugar.” She smiles brightly at you and Eddie before turning on her heel. “That still your order?”

You stab the straw into the plastic lid, taking a gulp to stifle your nerves before nodding. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t seem to believe.” Eddie plucks a scone from the plate between you. “Although now, I think it’s my turn to be in disbelief.”

“Why’s that?” You’d never been good at playing coy, voice shaking with every word that leaves your mouth.

“Well, uh. I don’t wanna sound rude or anything because, really, I’m glad to be here. But, uh, why are we here?”

You ponder the question, straw stuck in the corner of your mouth. “Does there have to be a reason?”

Eddie gapes at you, scone abandoned on his napkin. “Well, yeah, kinda. With our long, convoluted history and everything, it leaves a fella confused.”

“You’re tellin’ me. I spent six years hating you for ratting on my brother only for it all to have been for nothing.”

“And I am, like, really sorry–”

You raise your hand to cut him off. “Not right now. This is me, extending the olive branch. Let’s see how this goes first before we get into the touchy feely stuff, okay? I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Eddie nods, surrendering. “Okay, fine. How do you propose we make up for lost time, then?”

–

“Look, I know you broke your rule once, I don’t wanna make you break it again, but I did get some really nice stuff from Rick yesterday, and I feel like it would go to waste if I smoked it by myself.” Eddie yaps away as he fumbles for his apartment key. After failing to find a place to go, you’d resigned to returning to his house without much thought. You can feel your palms clam up as you step inside, taking in your surroundings.

You hadn’t been to Eddie’s apartment yet. The last time you’d visited him, Eddie’s dwelling was his uncle’s trailer in Forest Hills, a room at the end of a tiny hallway cluttered with posters of metal bands and old Corroded Coffin fliers on the walls. This place has the same aura, but is very clearly a more adult version. The posters and fliers on his walls are framed, the TV a reasonable size placed on a table against a far wall, the couch draped in soft, fluffy blankets. In one corner, a black ball of fur purrs in its sleep.

“Oh, my god. Who is that?” You practically squeal, pointing to the pile of fuzz.

“That’s Ethel, she’s very sweet.” At the sound of Eddie’s voice, the cat’s head pokes out from where it was tucked into her legs. “Hi, baby!” Eddie greets the animal with a scratch under her chin, and she closes her eyes and rubs her head against his hand.

“She’s so cute. I didn’t know you liked cats.”

“One day, you’ll have to accept the fact that you don’t know much about me at all, Bee.” Eddie sits next to you on the couch, leg brushing your own as he lifts Ethel into his lap.

“Yeah, you might be right.” You sigh, distracted by the soft, warm kitten in Eddie’s lap. You scratch behind her ear, and she purrs dramatically as she nuzzles into your touch. “Anything else you care to tell me before I discover it myself?”

Eddie pretends to think about the question. “Depends on what you wanna know, I guess.”

“Right now, I just wanna know what that weed feels like.” You stifle a giggle, and Eddie’s smile widens.

“Really?”

You shrug. “Seems I’m breaking a lot of my own rules lately.”

–

You can’t help it, Chris’s words repeating in your head like a broken record. Eddie’s a good guy.

Your guard is up, sure, but you’re starting to see what he’s saying. You and Eddie are on his patio, sitting across from each other as a joint is passed back and forth. So far, you can’t argue with the sentiment. Eddie has been nothing but friendly, and that leaves you dumbfounded. You’re used to spitting half assed insults back and forth, never having a productive conversation. Today, though, you’ve learned that Eddie loves cats, lives alone, and collects vintage mugs from thrift stores. You’ve indulged him as well, telling him about your time in New York, the poetry book you’re writing, and the indie artist you found on Bandcamp last month. You’ve run out of small talk, though as you snub out the roach in the crystal ashtray.

“So, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, sitting back in the creaky patio chair. “Why’d you actually wanna hang out with me?”

You tilt your head at his words. “You really aren’t gonna let this go, are ya?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m still not convinced this is some kind of cruel prank. I have a hard time believing you’re that quick to forgive someone. In fact, I know you’re not. It’s been years since we’ve hung out alone.”

You sigh, mirroring his posture. “Usually, I’m not. You’re not fully out of the woods yet though, I’m still upset with you for not telling me the whole story. However, I also know that you had your reasons, and Chris had his for letting you do it. Of course it hurts, still. But it hurt worse to let you leave.” You feel the tears prickling in your eyes, and you swat them away, willing your voice not to crack. “We were best friends once. Told each other everything, did everything together. It wasn’t easy cutting you out of my life, Eddie, no matter how well I hid it. I missed you all the time. I thought I had finally gotten over it until you came back. You just showed back up into my life, no warning, you didn’t even call. That kind of thing is jarring, y’know?” Eddie frowns in the light of the setting sun, the golden hues of his eyes sparkling in the light. You take a breath before continuing, “I don’t think we can ever go back to the way things were. It’s too painful, pretending the last six years haven’t changed us entirely. But I want you in my life again. It's probably harder avoiding you anyway, when you’re still my brother’s best friend.” you laugh nervously, attempting to fill the silence he seems far too comfortable sitting in.

Finally, he nods. “Okay, I can live with that.”

You can’t help but let out a short, sharp “HA!” in response.

“What’s so funny?”

You scoff, head shaking in disbelief. “Even after all that, it’s not a big deal. You’re like,” You shrug mockingly, then put on your best Eddie impression. “‘That’s cool, that’s chill, no big.’”

“That is not what I sound like!”

“It so is! You should be bouncing off the walls with excitement that I’ve decided to give you another chance.”

“Oh, my apologies, your highness!” Eddie shoves out of his chair and skips in circles around you and the table. “Thank you, Princess Bee, for giving a layman like me another chance at life! You’ve spared me, and now my existence belongs to you! Anything you want, just say the word! I shall fall on my sword if you so desire!” He stops, hovering over you and in front of the sun, causing him to glow. You gulp. “Better?”

“Yes,” Your voice gives with your nerves, and you disguise it with a cough. “Much more acceptable.”

Eddie throws his head back, cackling, and you let your own laugh slip from your throat. “Seriously, though,” He eventually adds when he’s stopped laughing, and you turn to listen. “I’m glad you’re willing to talk to me again, and I really am sorry. You have no idea how hard it was to come back, seeing you after so long and not being able to fall back into our life from before. I missed you, Bee, so damn much. I thought about it every day, and I wish I had picked up the fucking phone. I couldn’t do that to you, though. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me. I wasn’t even planning on staying here, I was gonna pack this place up and sell it.” He gestures inside to his apartment, which you now see is still half in boxes.

“What convinced you to stay?” You wonder aloud, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with the loss of the sun.

“Steve, actually.”

It jolts you awake. “What?”

“He told me you missed me. I didn’t believe him, though. He had no real proof, nothing that would convince a normal person. But it made me think about it, about what would happen if I left and he ended up being right. I couldn’t do that to you, and I especially couldn’t give Steve a reason to lecture me.” He chuckles, shaking his hair around as you digest his words.

“Did he convince you to tell me everything, too?”

“Nah, that was Chris. He feels bad enough for not telling you himself, I think he just wants to be in your good graces again. Which, knowing you, is gonna take a lot more than that.”

You smile at him. “Yeah, probably, but it’s definitely a start.” You glance out at the view below you, quiet in the fall of night, the temperature dropping steadily. “It’s getting kinda late. I should get going.” You stand, and Eddie rushes to open the screen door for you. “Thanks for having me over, Eddie. I had a good time.”

You could have sworn his cheeks had turned pink, but you brush it off as an effect of the cold. “Thanks for coming, Bee. I did too. I’ll see you later?” He says it like a question, like he’s unsure you’ll actually want to hang out again. But you nod, giving him a weak wave as you open his door, whispering one more “bye” before it latches behind you.

–

Your apartment is dark when you enter, and you assume Chris is working, or out with friends. You flick on the light switch, though, and shriek at the sight of your brother sitting at the kitchen counter, facing the door, posture far too straight for him.

“What the fuck, Chris?!” Your palm rests against your erratically beating heart as Chris’s composure breaks, face splitting into a grin as he laughs. “What are you doing?!”

“I was waiting for my little sister to come home. Do you have any idea what time it is?!” He crosses his arms over his chest, pretending to scold you.

“Oh, shut the hell up.” You close your door and place your keys on the hook beside it.

“I’m serious! I wanna know how it went!”

You roll your eyes, placing your bag on the counter. “It was fine, we just got coffee, hung out at his place for a while. Nothing dramatic, believe it or not.”

“I do not.” Chris stands, arms still crossed, to block the path to your room. “Tell me the truth.”

“Chris, you are not the one that gets to demand the truth, remember? Besides, I am. You can ask Eddie, nothing worth mentioning happened.”

“First of all, I will be getting the details from Ed regardless, so I’m giving you the chance to tell me what happened first. Secondly, your entire face is pink so there is obviously something you aren’t telling me. What happened?”

“Nothing! I met his cat, does that count?” You rub your cheeks, feeling their flush against your cold hands.

“Is that, like, a euphemism?”

“Ew, Chris, No.”

Your brother cackles, and you join him with a more nervous laughter. “Look, I don’t know if Eddie will say anything more compelling. We talked. He apologized. It was a nice time. That is all!”

“Uh huh, sure. We’ll see.”

You groan, finally pushing past him to get ready for bed. “You need to stop saying shit like that.”

From behind you, he calls, “There is always more to it with Eddie than you realize! Just you wait!”

You close your door on him, begging yourself not to let your brother’s cryptic warning get to you.

–

You wake up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, squinting at the sun streaming in through your blinds, tinting your room yellow. As you stretch, kicking the blanket from your body, you snatch your phone from its charger on your nightstand. On your screen are texts from your group chat with Robin and Steve, as well as one from Eddie that causes your stomach to flutter, for some reason. Ignoring that, you open the texts from the groupchat first.

Yesterday, 11:47 PM

stevie: I can’t believe it. You really did it.

bobbins: this is unforgivable

stevie: Disgraceful

bobbins: punishable by death

You type your response quickly:

Today, 9:05 AM

> please forgive me, i am only human. also, if u could fill me in on wtf ur talking about???

It takes a few minutes, but Robin responds,

u hung out with EDDIE and u didnt TELL US??

> rob, it has been less than 24 hours, at least let me breathe a little!

bobbins: that’s why im shocked! we had only just talked about it! i figured u were gonna wanna plan it out a little more!!!

Steve finally joins the conversation:

sorry, bee, we’re just in shock that you did it without like completely overthinking it. we were worried someone had replaced you with a bad imitation

You snort as you type your reply:

> how did u guys even find out already?

Minutes go by.

> ???

Finally, Steve caves:

He texted me when you left last night. I texted Robin.

You roll your eyes and jab the keyboard.

> i hate u both! look, if u want all the gory details, meet me at bennys in twenty.

They each reply with confirmation, and you roll out of bed to get ready for the day.

–

[doomed2repeat]

With US Tiktok ending, my hot take is this-

Bridgerton content on TikTok is probably the #1 reason why expectations are so skewed. Content creators take ship content and make edits there that play into the romance angle FAR more effectively than the show does. I’ve seen clips of Nicola and Luke from the tour edited in such a way that it removes the context or reorders it to make it romantic or sexual when the original clips hosted by the journalists were not. Best example of this would be a clip of the compliment battle I saw edited so that Luke put a picture of Nicola in his pocket, when it was actually a tweet about himself that he wanted to keep. It was done seamlessly, but it wasn’t what happened. Shipper content goes more viral than clips of Nicola or Luke saying they’re just friends, to the point where people fully claim that they never said it, when they have, multiple times, and the written interviews from articles don’t make a dent either.

I think this disconnect sold an idea I’ve seen where people complained they got more Polin from the tour than the show, or that the tour felt more romantic than the show, but it’s because of this constant barrage of Nicola and Luke content where it’s just the two of them, highly edited stylistically, set to romantic music, designed to create an effect. This is not to negate their chemistry, because they have TONS of chemistry, but this is to say Tiktok fan content set an expectation that the show- which has been designed to prioritize drama and conflict over romance despite the genre- could not match, as good as the season was in the end. Nic and Luke’s natural friendship is more open and modern than what Polin’s 1815 friendship can look like, leading some people to go “why don’t they have the same energy in the show?” Every clip of Luke and Nicola on tour was a fun, cute clip, and we got HOURS of content of the two of them. The season had subplots and fights and arguments and less screentime for Polin as a couple than the world tour had for Luke and Nic as costars. I get that.

But the effect knocks on to the actors, with people chasing the high they got from watching edited tour clips into the actors real lives. The tour BECAME the show for some people, that was their entertainment, even more than Polin (which I’ve also seen people say, that the WT was better than the season because it had more Polin) and because of this it contributes to Nicola and Luke not being treated as human beings or actors, but as content themselves. This culminated in the end of the WT being treated as a betrayal by some fans. It wasn’t the end of a promo cycle of a show, it was their favorite characters not giving them their favorite show anymore AND they didn’t get the ending they wanted.

Instead of going back to watching Polin content, they locked in on Luke and Nicola IRL, with the Polin fandom and the Lukola fandom being very distinctly different things. Those TikTokers are not making Polin content, they’re not excited about Bridgerton season 4 or moving on to Benophie or Luke T and Yerin, and they’re not even interested in what S4 means for the fictional characters of Colin and Penelope because that’s not really what they’re here for in the first place. Their content is Nicola and Luke, because what they like is what TikTok gave them, not what Netflix and Bridgerton gave them, and they won’t be satisfied until reality reflects the content that’s been fed to them. They’ll continue to seek it out, and nothing will ever be enough because the lines have been so blurred from the characters to the actors that there’s no respect for privacy or personal lives, just entitlement to access over a relationship we only saw so much of in the first place because they were promoting a show.

[kanansdume]

I could swear someone else has already come up with this concept, but what if Cody and Obi-Wan DON'T fall in love during the war? They care about each other, for sure, and they'd consider each other good friends, definitely, but they're not in love with each other at all. The thought simply doesn't cross their mind and they have other priorities that are taking up a lot of time and energy.

But then the dynamic changes.

In a happy fix-it AU, the war ends and the clones are eventually given rights and citizenship and Cody has the time and space to figure out who he is without the war and Obi-Wan can move away from being Cody's superior officer and go back to being just a Jedi. They remain friends, they keep in contact, but maybe for a few years they don't see as much of each other. Certainly not as much as they used to during the war. It's not intentional, but Cody's out traveling and seeing the world on his own and exploring his options now that he HAS options to explore, and Obi-Wan is going on missions still, the galaxy doesn't just go back to what it used to be overnight after a three year galactic civil war after all, so they just don't manage to be able to meet up in person with each other often and play a lot of phone tag.

And so maybe it takes a few years to finally meet up again in person, and it's... different. Not in a bad way, at all, it's not off-putting, but they can both tell something's a little... different. They happen to get lucky enough to both be spending a little time on Coruscant without needing to leave soon and so they keep agreeing to meet up again, for lunch or just to go out and see something together maybe. And something's changed. Neither of them says anything about it or even really DOES anything about it, they just let it grow and see what happens. Obi-Wan probably recognizes what it is, even if Cody might not, not as quickly anyway. Something's just clicked now that hadn't clicked before.

After that, their interactions take on a different tone, even after they separate again. It takes months before they choose to do something about it, but the shift in their dynamic after the war allowed them to see each other in a new light that simply wasn't there before. It's not better than it used to be, just... new. A different kind of intimacy perhaps, some new options introduced into the way they interacted with each other. It's fun, it's nice, and both of them enjoy getting to explore the new path their relationship is on.

In a desert husbands AU, it's not that same slow sweet exploration of themselves individually before they can see each other in a new light. But when Cody joins Obi-Wan in his isolation on Tatooine, the dynamic has obviously been forcefully shifted. Obi-Wan is still a Jedi, but that means something very different now than it used to. Cody is still a fighter, but he's not a SOLDIER anymore and refuses to answer to anybody but himself these days anyway. Both of them have lost their usual support system and have to rely on each other for what healing is available to them. Intimacy is something that has to be rebuilt, now, after what was done to them.

And in building up their trust in each other again, something else seems to come along with it that hadn't been there before. Again, Obi-Wan probably recognizes it for what it is long before Cody does. But this time, Cody's never had the opportunity to go out and figure out who he is on his own. Instead of a soft slide into that new dynamic, it's a rockier path as the two of them figure out how to navigate the way they're beginning to feel with the obstacle that is their shared history and their current less than ideal situation. Obi-Wan doesn't want to take anything more away from Cody than has already been taken, Cody doesn't want to lose what he's just managed to regain by making Obi-Wan uncomfortable.

It takes a while, and it might be a little painful sometimes, but when they finally figure things out, it's a little oasis in the middle of the desert that is their lives, a light in the darkness that lets them feel safe, even if it's just for a moment or two. Again, it isn't necessarily BETTER than what they had before (in this scenario, they might actually have preferred what they had before since at least then they still had most of their friends and family still around them and the possibility of a home to go back to and hope for a better future, and they'd both take those things back over this new relationship in a heartbeat), it's just new, and different. It feels good to explore it, and to just let themselves feel good sometimes. It feels good to take comfort in each other when there's so little else to take comfort in anymore.

Just... Cody and Obi-Wan only finding romance AFTER the war is over and they have the time and space for those feelings to grow at all.

[mseden-fries]

Lemme just say, right off the bat, that your art is so freaking amazing.

I was in the Hey, Arnold! fandom eons ago, (in the 90s), and used to write fics for it. (I was Carrot Top at the time.) I loved loved loved Helga, and she has always been in my top 5 favorite cartoon characters of all time.

You write them so well, and I've been having such a good time going through your blog and checking out the comic.

Super, super well done. Thank you for sharing!

Gah! Ur gonna make me cry 🥹 I actually didn’t become a fan until I was around 10 years old myself and although I did like art, I wasn’t sure what kind of art I wanted to pursue in the future. It wasn’t until I watched the hey Arnold movie, the first one, that I knew what I wanted to do which was to create comics. I actually remember never watching an episode just watching the movie over and over and over and not even realizing that there was a show for it 😅 but then we were pretty poor and actually our house just burned down so we were staying in a church house until we found a new place to live and they had a lot of VCR’s that we could watch including a bright orange nickelodeon VCR titled the Hey Arnold movie.

I remember joining the fan group on Facebook that was called the Hey Arnold save the jungle movie and being a part of the fan base when the movie finally got made and just being super excited about it like it was a dream come true ❤️ I can say with complete certainty that the reason I pursue making comics now is all because of hey Arnold, it is my first love and I’m having fun making this comic and I’m glad that people actually enjoy reading it too! I started making this years after the hype died down, but there was still a lot that I felt was left unsaid in the jungle movie that as a fan, I wanted to explore not to take away from the original, but I just needed more

And that’s why I’m doing this, also to improve myself

Sorry, that was probably not the question you asked, but I feel like I had to get that out lol! When things were tough growing up, I could pop in that orange VCR tape and feel a little better about everything  



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ty for the tags loves <3 @probablyreadinsmut @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @kedsandtubesocks and @reddedmiller

what's the origin of your blog title?: me being an uncreative basic bitch. but it's fine we are suffering through the consequences of the most uncreative username of all time.

OTP(s) + shipname: me, joel miller AND javier pena <3

favorite color: black and mint green (yes ik its very specific idk really what to say I even have a tattoo that is partially this color lol)

favorite game: rdr2, dreamlight valley, tlou, bg3, mariooooo, zelda, assasins creed

song stuck in your head: hold the line - toto and whatever is on my fic playlist

weirdest habit/trait?: probably a lot but the most annoying as a lot of us have mentioned is assuming no one really likes me. but also doing that thing where you start a task and then see something else that has to be done so by the time you have finished you've begun 50 other tasks

hobbies: video games, reading, writing stories, poems and music, pretending I can bake cute aesthetic things I find on Instagram reels, calligraphy, collecting sea glass and sea shells.

if you work, what's your profession? i worked on a cow farm

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? a sugar baby, someone who lives on a beach, but really anything in music bts or in front or a psychologist but instead I went to school two times for things I did not end up staying with haaaaaa

something you're good at: giving you compliments until you tell me to stfu

something you're bad at: i like this answer so same -> putting myself first, also as it's been said a few times socializing, and flirting

something you love: documentaries ommmg jdkfdakjf <3 <3, downtime when I can have it, also I always forget how much I love the sun until this time of year, hearing a favorite song you haven't heard in a long time, watching stuff with people whether its movies or youtube videos or shows

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: video games, music, joel miller, the octopus lifecycle, Shakespeare, fun bts facts of my favorite movies and tv shows (I could spend days upon days looking up facts about how movies and shows are made and the little details in each of my favorite movies and shows)

something you hate: when its too hot or too cold, when I do that thing and don't buy snacks to be "healthy" and then wish I had a snack and math.

something you collect: i was collecting miniatures until they all got lost in a move, sea shells, coca cola memrobilia, Marilyn Monroe memorabilia, coral, anything vintage, trauma, and wips

something you forget: what don't I forget

what's your love language?: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch

favorite movie/show: beauty and the beast, most keanu reeves movies as I've been binging them lately, lotr, how to lose a guy in 10 days, donnie darko,

favorite food: potatoes any day, any way, any form

favorite animal: cows, platypus', whales and dolphins

what were you like as a child? the quiet kid who was basically a mute because anxiety sucks and being perceived is frightening - lemme just fade into the floor

favorite subject at school? psychology, english because we could read Shakespeare and really cool books, science, music class, history, french, home ec, woodshop

least favorite subject? math and phys ed cause ya girl ain't a runner but yet they're all like "ohh its not that hard" but bro you're not even doing it

what's your best character trait? why are these questions so hard though? like idk my ability to make people feel comfortable?? i feel weird answering this lol

what's your worst character trait? i guess my inability to put myself first still and my dad jokes and sometimes I get quiet because I have a huge fear of rejection or abandonment

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that I was on vacation instead of driving around for hours today or sleeping more that'd be great

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Beethoven, Shakespeare, my grandparents, Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Frida Kahlo, idkkkk

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): there's so many this is rude asking for one so I'll give you two series. recently I read late night texts by @jolapeno and the wolf you feed by @arcanefox207 these series changed my brain chemistry for the best. I could scream on every rooftop in the world about these to every person in the world like please READ THEM!!!

npt: @arcanefox207 @gothcsz @syd-djarin @sunshinehaze1 @sunshineispunk @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @myownwholewildworld @evolnoomym @slimybeth69 @almostfoxglove @lotusbxtch @baronessvonglitter me smooching you all through the phone <3 <3 <3 cause you all deserve every ounce of love and joy in the whole world