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[herosplatling-replica]

a mousegirl for your monday afternoon

[st4rstudent]

[the-m0user]

Pride YCH comms are open through the month of June!

❤️ #1 and #2 are $15, #3 and #4 are $10 (paid upfront through PayPal or Venmo)

🧡 you receive both transparent image and colored background version

💛 TAT is 1/2-1 week

💚 any humanoid or anthro character, the figure will be tailored to fit them

💙 any flag!! i am NOT afraid to draw the rabies flag

💜 pop me a DM here, or on discord @ mousey.art to order!

bases attached below <3

[kayla-and-the-moon]

baby, it's cold outside-! ᥫ᭡.

❄️plot: it's christmas eve and peter just really wants you stay, is that a crime?

❄️pairing: gn! reader x tasm!peter parker <3

❄️tw! : nothing just peter being a sweetpea/ best bf ever / darling dork. (dunno if minimal smooching counts as a tw-)

"god it's storming out there."

in your defense when you'd walked over here, the snow had been light, but now it seemed like the entirety of the world behind the window was a turbulent flurry of white. you'd come here to drop off some Christmas cookies your mom had baked, the problem was what was supposed to be a quick visit had turned into a couple hours.

of course you had one person to blame for that.

peter was practically engulfing you, his arms winding around your midriff and his face burying in your shoulder. you can feel the bastard's evil little grin against your sweater before he gives a hum of faux innocence.

"geez, that's really unfortunate", he tuts, his chin propping up to look at your unimpressed roll of the eyes in the window reflection, "I guess that means you'll have to stay huh?"

"pete, my dad would murder you."

"i think he'd murder me if I let you go out in this weather. so eitherway it's a death-death outcome, sweetheart."

it's honestly unfair how the nerd could turn you to all disarmed and smiley with a simple, dopey wisecrack of his. you have to stifle a snort of laughter before you turn to him with a brow raise. peter isn't deterred, but maybe even more motivated, and only just continues to look at you like you hung the moon itself.

"what? i'm just looking out for my girlfriend" he shrugs, but the stupid grin on his face belies those innocuous brown eyes of his.

you're almost persuaded to stay, but there's that niggling pinch of responsibility at the back of your mind, and you're once again looking outside as if your stared hard enough the sky would clear. no such luck, god, you wished the universe loved you enough to put its snowy tantrum on pause.

"it's not that bad, and my mom might get worried," you try reasoning, already picturing your mother's hysteria wondering if the multiple thugs lurking in new york's alleyways had taken you prisoner ,"really I should go-"

"you'll get pneumonia," he simply states with a pointed quirk of his brows, "plus we can always call."

"you know as well as I do that the cell service is unequivocally wrecked right now."

"then we'll call in the morning, your mom probably knows you're here," he counters, his fingertips drawing a path over your arms, "plus, I think she's caught on you're Spiderman's personal favorite civilian"

this brings a chuckle to slip from you, shaking your head at him.

"you're very pushy, peter parker" you roll your eyes, your arms crossing stubbornly over your chest.

peter can see right behind your facade though, and in all truth, he's feeling giddy as ever. he thinks he's the luckiest guy on earth when you grace him with that sweet smile rivaling sunshine.

"i'd just like to call it opportunistic," peter beams, the satisfaction evident in the glimmers of golden lamplight in his gaze.

"c'mon baby, don't make me beg here" he implores. lord, it should be forbidden for peter parker to call you that, since you have very little faith that your knees wouldn't buckle right that moment.

his hands find the curve of your waist and before you can even whisper the hint of another weak protest, he's dragged you to his bed, letting you fall on his chest with an unceremonious thump. you can't really bring yourself to tell him off, because peter has a way of making you all soft, and sticky with lovesickness. instead you just lean in to press a kiss of cinnamon sugar to his lips, and it's your turn to grin as he chases you after you pull away slightly.

your fingers toy with strands of his mousey brown hair at his nape as you give a theatrically defeated sigh, "okay fine, if you insist."

it's then you wish you could steal peter's camera just to capture the glow in his eyes, at your words, because truly you wanted to save that view forever. his palms rest on the apples of your cheeks, as he gives a low breathy laugh, his nose bumping to yours.

"that took a lot of convincing."

a/n: so this may be kinda rushed, so mind the quality, BUT i miss my tasm ! peter parker ,and i rlly rlly wanted to put out a christmas eve fic, and miss idina menzel and michael buble started this war (frank sinatra too, so blame them). eitherway, hope you liked this tiny lil fic, happy holidays ❄️🎅💕 !!

[joojdraws]

Two years... today has been two years in a row I love Rarold and my love never stopped ever since I've read BKMN for the first time on August 15, 2022... here's a drawing I wanted to make for our special day... I LOVE HIM!! 🌽♥️ (More under the cut!! ✂️)

My love for the corn man very is serious... I have my walls covered in pictures of him, my oc x canon ship with Mousey, some selfship art, itabags and so on... 🌽❤️

Tom's waits album "Real Gone" by Tom Waits!! (Gifted by my friend Sarah) the "Don't go into that barn" song is there... :3 1st and 2nd edition of BKMN... (I need the third!!) 2 Rarold plushies I tried to sew myself when I tried sewing for the 1st time... & my itabags!!! 🌽❤️

Framed pictures!!! A drawing traditionally drawn by the BKMN author themselves (I love it so much ❤️), a Rarold drawn by Omar from Team Egg I've got in a commission stream &&& Rarold and Kevin from the comic itself because I thought that was sweet to have that framed too!! 🌽❤️

My laptop is covered with corn stickers (two of them aren't corn cause that laptop is 5 years old and it already was here lol), Rarold keychains I designed myself, a cute corn keychain &&& a corn bookmark (Gifted by my friend Madeline) So many others corn items as well!!! The potato and corn plushies represent my comfort oc x canon ship with Rarold and Mousey... The both of them mean so much to me and I love to show my love to Rarold though my lovely oc Mousey 🌽🥔❤️💚 Rarold rug (handmade by my friend Madeline) and Rarold shirt with that one meme "do it for him" (I'm wearing it today for our two years anniversary as we speak 🤣🌽❤️)

And my very special item... My Rarold body pillow!! (Designed by my friend Rocky) 🌽❤️

Well, that is all... for now!! 3 plushies (2 big ones and a mini one) are currently being made by a friend of mine... The 2 big plushies will be Rarold and Mousey and the mini one will be my bkmnsona, a mini me!!! And I'll also get a Rarold figure by cadavercrafts! Exciting 🌽❤️

Thanks to everyone who always supported me with my love for the corn farmer... You, my friends, my mutuals, my followers and anyone else are the best... Excited to be next year for our three years anniversary... That just will be a-maize-ing!! See you next year, same day!! 🌽❤️

And of course... I LOVE YOU RAROLD!!! Thanks for making me feel special and loved for 2 entire days in a row. And Inspiring me so much. 731 days in a row (thanks February 29 this year) life is beautiful... I will always love you... You and your corn shenanigans!! 🌽❤️

[bwoahtastic]

Lil mousey nicky is my everything 😭. Can you imagine what it would be like for nico and toto to drop him off at school for his first day? Everybody would be in tears. Seb has already skipped off to his class because he doesn't need momma and papa to hold his hand he's a big boy now! but nico and toto are so emotional about nicky going to school. They know that it will be good for him because mousey is so clever and deserves the chance to make friends, but it's still really difficult for them. They've already had meetings with the principal and nicky's teacher so that everyone knows about his background and can help him properly if he needs it, and he's even going to be in the same class as teddy alex so it's not like he'll be alone. But it still feels a bit like they're abandoning him, and nico and toto hate that because they know that's what nicky's most afraid of, that momma and papa will abandon him and he'll be on his own again, and they never, ever want their precious pinkie to feel like that.

They walk nicky to his classroom and greet his teacher and get nicky settled at his desk, and nico tries to tell mousey that he's going to have so much fun and learn so much, but he's almost in tears as he does so, which of course, only makes it harder. Nicky's teacher persuades them to go, even though both nico and nicky are almost crying. Toto has to guide nico to the car because he can't see for all of the unshed tears pooling in his eyes, but as soon as the car door shuts, he's fully crying. And if toto sheds a few tears as he tries to comfort nico, well, no one has to know. Nico wants them to wait just outside the school in case nicky needs them, but toto says that they have to give him some space, and then proceeds to drive exactly two streets away because he's not going to be the lunatic parent waiting just outside the gate, but he does agree with nico that they should be close in case nicky needs them

Oh plss!

Nicky being quite excited but super nervous too! Teddy Alex will be there and he met his teacher already but he will miss momma abd papa so so much and Sebby too!

Nico being so anxious too and he doesn't want his baby to go! He kissed Seb's head, as dows Toto before the cub zooms off to play with Dan and Britta but Nicky whimpers and clings to momma's leg🥺 they head inside and Nicky clings even closer because he can sense papa and momma are nervous too! The teacher is nice and he gets to sit next to Teddy Alex who holds his hand and babbles about how he got grapes as treat for in the break and he loves grapes!

Nicky making momma and papa pinky swear they will come get him! And Nico just shakily makes Nicky pinky promise to have the best day ever! And pls Toto having to hold Nico as they leave cos Nico is just so shaky and in tears!

Nico bawling his eyes out in the car and Toto holds him and quietly cries too cos thats their baby mousy! They totally stay two streets away in the car and snuggle in the back sear with snacks Toto brought and for a bit Nico even sleeps snuggled into him, too tired after crying.

Finally they get to pick mousy and seb up and Nico and Toto hold their boys so tight! They are very relieved Nicky had a good day and babbles happily about arts and crafts and numbers! And lil teddy Alex toddling after them because Nicky forgot the drawing he made of the family!

(Also th3 teacher being sweet omega Tonio? Like all soft spoken in pretty skirts and dresses and his lil cow ears and horns😭 HD is super good with Nicky and knows when to call the family, and totally ends up eith Kimi<3)

[hopefullywritingahit]

Hey! :D So I had this idea for an request, but I was not sure who to send it to, so I asked @heroes-villains-side-blog for help, and they recommended you✨

Here is the request, if you are interested :3

So, Hero has been kidnapped by Supervillain (who is known for being big and scary) and so since know one else seems willing to do anything about it, Villain decides to save Hero themself.

Only, plot twist!

After sneaking into Supervillain’s base and being caught. Supervillain is revealed to have taken Hero to save them from Superhero’s abuse. Revealing that Supervillain is actually a scary looking softie, who just did not want to see Hero hurt any more.

First off - I would love to say thank you so much!! Way too flattered at all of this. Oh my goodness. Secondly - I am SO Sorry that it took so long for me to crank this out! I can't believe it's been 3 months. I have been in a mean slump and (as what happens more often than I'd like to admit) I would have all the ideas when I was out and about or working and as soon as I sat down to write it was gone. BUT! With no more explanations or excuses I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy :)

Villain stared at the 7 o’clock news with frustration. Hero was kidnapped. By Supervillain. On LIVE TV! Three days ago. And no one’s done anything about it. Villain bolted up and stormed to the back room. If no one was going to do anything about it, they’d rescue Hero themselves. 

Supervillain was notorious for his ruthlessness, ability to get anything from anyone, and his specialization with weapons and gadgets. Villain could see the scars on him well enough that he didn’t doubt that Supervillain knew the best ways to draw out tortures. Two days was more than enough time for the Hero Association to get their shit together and bring back Hero. Three days was ridiculous. Everyone knew where Supervillian’s lair was - it was their worst kept secret because no one would be stupid enough to break in or storm the place. No one could actually take down Supervillain - but sneaking in to rescue an abandoned Hero? Now that could be done. 

–

That apparently could not be done.

Villain hung in the air, sufficiently bound from one of Supervillain’s trips. They definitely should have planned better. They knew the gist of the layout. Was certain Hero would probably be in a lower level. Did not expect the window they tried sneak in through to be booby trapped!

One limb through and in less than two seconds, they had been hurled through the air and coles wrapped around their body so tight they couldn’t move their arms or legs an inch. It was humiliating. 

Villain didn’t have long before the door burst open as guards poured in. Supervillain followed with a casual stroll. At 6’4” Supervillain was practically at eye level with Villain as he hung upside down, suspended from the ceiling. Villain couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He knew he was caught and there was no way out of it. Maybe if Supervillain took him and captured him, he could find Hero and get them out of there. 

Supervillain grabbed Villain by the ropes and swung them closer. Villain could feel their heart racing, their breath hitched feeling the cool mint breath on his face. Supervillain unleashed a horrifying smile, and with that look in their eye it could only spell trouble for Villain.

“Well, well, well.” Supervillain chuckled as he pulled Villain closer. “And what do we have here? A little mouse in a trap?” Villain refused to say anything. Everything they thought of at their apartment was left on the other side of that window. Supervillain looked disappointed. “Nothing to say, mousey?”

Villain still refused to say anything. Supervillain let go of the ropes around Villain and let them swing. “That’s fine. We can just let you swing here.” Supervillain turned to go, leaving Villain swinging in the room.

“Well you didn’t really ask me a question, did you?” Villain said, quirking their eyebrow. They had no idea how they were getting out of here in one piece. 

Supervillain chuckled - Villain hoped that meant something good. “So what are you doing here, Villain.” That definitely wasn’t good. How did Supervillain know their name? They were a mid-ranking nobody who definitely should not have been on their radar. 

Villain had at least stopped swinging but now they were starting to spin which honestly felt worse. “You’ve got something I want and I’m here to take it.”

That definitely made Supervillain and his henchmen laugh. “And how do you think you’re going to do that?”

Villain tried to feel in their pocket, but it was no use. There was no way getting out of these knots or this trap. “I’ll figure that out.”

Villain had finally turned back to face Supervillain who was looking extremely amused. Villain rolled their eyes. Movement caught their eye just past Supervillain. They couldn’t believe their eyes - there was Hero! Not locked up. Not in chains. Not being tortured or beaten. But roaming free and eating an apple and looking at Villain, strung up and spinning in this mostly empty room. 

Villains eyes went wide - “Hero!”

Hero froze mid-bite. Supervillain looked panicked and spun around. “Hero!” If Villain didn’t know any better, they could have sworn there was a hitch in Supervillain’s voice. “Didn’t you hear the alarms? You really should be in your room.”

“You’re room?!” Villain exclaimed. They started spinning faster in their panic. “Hero! Are you fucking crashing here? I have been worried fucking sick about you and you’re just meadering around here with your own room! I cannot beli-” They crashed to the ground as the rope was released and dropped them from the ceiling. 

Everything hurt. They were absolutely furious and everything hurt. They looked over to see Hero standing on the side of the room, having pulled the leaver, still chewing their apple. “Really?!” Villain glared at Hero.

Hero grinned and shrugged at them. “What are you doing here Villain?” Villain was flabbergasted. “We barely even know one another. I honestly didn’t think you’d notice.”

Villain sat up at that as best they could. “Didn’t think I’d notice? Really Hero? I’ve known you for the past two years. We may not have had a lot of heart-to-heart. We may fight 90% of the times that we see one another. But did you really think I wouldn’t notice or care that you were kidnapped?” Villain looked around trying to hold in their tears. “I have been waiting for your shitty little association to tell us that they rescued you from Supervillain and that you were back home safe and sound. And every day that there was no news and every day that it seemed like no one was going to do anything about it I’ve been worried fucking sick.”

Hero was taken aback. They would have never expected their fond nemesis would have cared enough to notice they were “missing” much less come try and rescue them. They didn’t know what to say. 

Villain continued, “I thought we’d been honest with each other. I’ve told you shit about me that I haven’t told anyone. I -” The tears could no longer be contained as they trailed down Villain’s cheeks. They took a deep breath in an attempt to stop their trembling and tried looking anywhere but Hero. At Supervillain who looked genuinely confused and at a loss. At their henchmen who at least had the decency to look uncomfortable. At the boxes on the metal shelving they barely had a chance to notice when they first moved through the window. “I guess it doesn’t matter. Supervillain - do whatever. I’m done.”

“You two know each other?” Supervillain asked Hero in a quiet tone. Hero looked down and around, trying to avoid the other’s eye. “Everyone out.”

A sense of relief filled the room as Supervillain’s henchmen fled the room and closed the door. 

“I never…” Hero started, but couldn’t bring themselves to finish. 

Supervillain looked between Hero and Villain and sighed. He started untying Villain. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” Supervillain said. Villain opened their mouth to say something, but was instantly silenced with a look from Supervillain. “We are going to sit down and see what the hell you are doing here,” he leaned in close, peppermint wafting over Villain’s face, and whispered, “I think we both know who you were here for.” Louder, so Hero could hear, he continued “Then, you’re going to tell me what you know about what’s been going on.” Supervillain turned to Hero, “And then, you two are going to tell me what your relationship is and we’ll go from there.” 

Villain looked somewhat guilty. “Yeah, I came to rescue Hero. I saw you kidnap them on the news.” Villain looked to Hero who also had the decency to look guilty. “What was that about Hero? Why’d you make everyone think that Supervillain kidnapped you? They caught it on Live TV, or was that all part of the ruse?”

Hero looked down, playing with the applecore. “No, Villain. No ruse.” they spoke so quiet Villain almost didn’t catch it. 

Supervillain put their hand on Hero’s shoulder. Villain never thought they’d see this side of Supervillain. Didn’t realize he even had this side. “You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.” Villain felt very lost. Sitting in Supervillain’s base with Hero looking so guilty and Supervillain…comforting Hero? 

Villain stood up. “Hero, as long as you’re okay it’s all that matters. I’ll just…get going.” They turned and headed to the door. 

Hero sighed, “Villain, please stay. I didn’t realize…but I’m okay with telling you.” Villain turned to Hero. Supervillain leaned against the wall behind Hero as some silent statue. Villain nodded in an attempt to encourage Hero to continue without pushing them.

“Supervillain did technically kidnap me. They saw my uh…training with Superhero and got me out of there.”

Villain looked at Supervillain and back to Hero. “Training? What kind of training?” They could see Supervillain tense and clench their fists behind Hero. 

Hero looked down, shaking his head and shrugged. “It was…you know…just training for fights.” Hero crossed their arms and sighed. They couldn’t bring themselves to look at Villain. To look at them while admitting what happened would absolutely make them burst into tears and they just couldn’t do that. “It got pretty bad a few days back and Supervillain saw it and got me out. As for why no one’s come from the Agency for me I can only imagine they’re hoping that Supervillain does me in cause they know they can’t beat him. And maybe they’re hoping that he broke into the agency for me for who knows what.”  Villain stood there absolutely taken aback. They suppose they shouldn’t have been too surprised. Superhero definitely wasn’t known for their leniency, but they doubted there wasn’t anyone in the city that would have thought they would take things out on their own. Villain looked at Supervillain who nodded. “Hero. Stop me if you want,” Villain said as they closed the distance between themselves and Hero and embraced them. Hero froze at first before relaxing and returning the hug. Villain whispered to them, “I am so sorry.” Those words was all it took for Hero to break down into tears. Supervillain slipped out once it was clear that Villain wasn’t a threat, closing the door behind himself as quiet as he could.

[jaimeski]

Who's a character you want to draw more?

mousey for sure i haven't drawn her for a while now i can't compete with her vtuber model that's peak <3

[summoning-potema]

Sims screenshot dump time >:) a variety of things under the cut. Above you can see Sam and Maru sharing an inside joke apparently. Probably about Seb.

I'm gonna ramble again sooooo sorry. I love them. I love them all. Also sorry I have no theme to this blog, thank you for looking if you are - i know i run a clusterfuck blog but it's how I operate :3

To start off, here are the parting screenshots of her little cabin before I started adding the extension and top floor. See the little divider behind her microwave :') I love how cluttered and thrown together this place was. It's so fun telling a story through ur sims houses... if only the game was robust enough to like. Make those things have meaning.

Looking at these now I'm 99% sure Shane was crying under the covers in that second one. He is. very sad. all the time.

And so, we bid adieu to this little ol cabin. I backed it up for when the next pack comes out, because I'm restarting in a new save with these guys. Still not over them, will never be over them, I feel weird about being stuck on them but not enough to change LOL

Addie asked the boyf if he would move in :)

Any time I draw or play or write them I question myself lol how grey spec can i REALLY be if i am this much of a fucking sap. THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR

Samson interlude :) look at this sunshiney boy.

So. New house is in the works. It's almost completely furnished, and now that it's spring in my game, I'm expanding some of her crops. She has a "Green"House right now that has every basemental drugs weed strain in it, but besides that I didn't really focus her crops around anything. I want her to have a ton of flowers, a self-sufficient amount of veggies, and an orchard. Will take screenshots after I finish landscaping and take photos my long-in-progress stard3w sims. i'm proud (lol. it's the sims) of how they came out so i wanna share!!!!

The only action shots i have of her GreenHouse are from their new years/housewarming party, a little after Shane and Jas moved in :D Greenhouse door is locked for anyone who isn't of age, don't worry, Jas can't get in there. There's a keg in there too -_- unsavory place

Abby's parents were at this party. Poor kid. Look at Shane and his three weed smoking girlfriends. they look like the fucking trAMP STAMPS OH MY GOD

ahem.

Jas was keeping busy by talking to. Gus. The entire time. I tried to invite Vince but I guess it was past his bedtime, so she was the lone kid :(

Marnie is in the BG with... i think a rootbeer float. If anyone has curly hair recs that have a long braid PLEASE let me know oh my god. I want her hair to look how i draw it :( hopefully there's one out there with an actual brown salt and pepper swatch, and not a mousey brunette swatch. Why didn't I invest time in 3d modeling so i can do this myself??

Awkward arms out yippee new year

Here we are at the 10 image limit. Here's the customary favorite shot of the bunch

Then Perish.

if you're here have a nice day don't listen to angry ass old fart shane. remember he hides under his girlfriend's sheets and cries himself to sleep. he's going through it

[signor-signor]

Trending 27th - January 2020

What have been your efforts in the campaign for SaveWOY and what are your upcoming plans to save WOY? Now this is a question worth answering!

In the past, I made a little list of the things I did to support SaveWOY and bring awareness to Wander Over Yonder’s existence and its third season plans. Since then, I’ve done a whole lot more from hand-drawn art to more intricate art. Some of them are almost as special as that signed poster @peepsqueak got from the WOY crew as a token of their gratitude.

Here’s an updated list of everything I did for SaveWOY so far:

Attended the SaveWOY picnic at Griffith Park, where I got to sign a banner.

Pointed out various higher-ups involved in the business of Disney television.

Sent several letters to the higher-ups, some of which had envelopes with an image of the downed space pod taped to them.

Started a weekly Twitter post series, SaveWOY Thought of the Week.

Made Lite-Brite art of Wander and Lord Hater, which Craig McCracken and Francisco Angones liked.

Attended D23 2017 with an Operation: FORCE drawing of Hater, a colored page of Wander and Sylvia and a few facts about WOY, and an orange pen with a green hat (I got the hat from the aforementioned picnic) - there, I signed a bench with Wander and the phrase, “Never hurts to help.”

Signed my name, drew Wander (and my own character, Jacken DeBox), and wrote, “Happiest place in outer space!” on the highest beam for Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge.

Wrote a letter (and drew Wander) for the victims of the Las Vegas tragedy with the message, “The darkest times call for the sunniest smiles!”

Got Craig to reveal the name of the ship (said to play a BIG part in S3, made a cameo in Future-Worm) when I commented that we’d have to figure out the name - his response: “The ship is called The Star Nomad.”

Wrote a couple of cards to two Disney higher-ups with the message, “A little nice makes naughty think twice!”

Drew Dominator in a situation that might take place several seconds after she passes the downed space pod, just in time for Noël Wells’s B-day.

Made the Star Nomad with LEGO Digital Designer.

Made three images in the style of the original Star Wars trilogy VHS set.

Posted 50 WOYS3PredictionPolls on Twitter.

Made an image of “The First 5 Years” with over 140 individuals (including the question marks for 3 new mains and 2 new regulars - I still want to know what they look like!) and one cleverly made Hidden Mickey.

Shared WOY-related images from my 1st 5 Years fan art on Twitter acknowledging the B-days of most of the voice actors (Charlie Adler, Kevin Michael Richardson, Ken Marino, Josh Sussman, H. Michael Croner, James Adomian, Jason Ritter, and Piotr Michael clearly noticed).

Typed a summary of how I think the S3 premiere would go.

Typed lyrics to “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’,” a song from my aforementioned S3 premiere summary. Wouldn’t it be great if Andy Bean used it?

Made a microgame with WarioWare: D.I.Y. where the player has to spin the fan to make the Star Nomad fly. Part of a chorus from “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’” included.

Started FanCharacterFriday on Twitter - more Tumblr users seem to like Dr. Otmar Vunderbar.

Made a short comic page of Lord Hater trying to break out of the DTVA vault plus a sly reminder that Disney owns the rights to WOY.

Shared a list of potential episode titles for S3.

Made an actual LEGO Star Nomad based on the model made with LDD. Hopefully, those who worked on WOY have noticed. In case you missed it, here’s a picture...

Now, the ideas I have in mind for further boosting support for the campaign. I may not be able to do most of them myself, but they are certainly for everyone’s consideration.

Provide updated information of higher-ups (if any).

As soon as we find out what Kid Cosmic looks like, expect fan art of him saying, “Watch my show and tell your friends so we’ll make that Mousey Company pay for what they did to my half-brother!”

Another SaveWOY picnic - if there’s one in my general area, you can count me in.

LP album artwork of My Fair Hatey.

A mural identical to that of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate consisting of not just characters from WOY, but also characters who were said to debut in S3 and characters who’d fit in perfectly, namely some of my OCs.

Pumpkin stencils of the main characters for Halloween.

Drawings of various WOY characters stuck on the ex-secret planet explaining why they need to leave said planet. Maybe I could also show how the galaxy’s villains would react if they learn that Lord Dominator’s been bested by Lord Hater.

Drawings consisting of SaveWOY-related messages spoken by the main characters from Disney shows that got at least three seasons (e.g. DuckTales, Fish Hooks), tons of love from the viewers and the executives (e.g. Gravity Falls), or both (e.g. SvtFoE, Mickey Mouse ‘13).

Example with Phineas and Ferb:

Phineas: “We may be creative and famous, but we’re not the ones who came up with the Star Nomad. It’s the ship powered by orbbles! Orbbles! I’d LOVE to see it take flight, wouldn’t you? If you let Mr. McCracken end the show his way, and not the executive way, which, truth be told, is the absolute worst, Wander will surely be elated!”

Ferb: “The Orbble Transporter was invented by conjoined twin brothers, voiced by the performers of the theme song.”

Irving (peeking in from the side): “Speaking of voices, the titular main character sounds JUST LIKE ME! How could you possibly resist?! And look, just because I’m the biggest fan of these guys (gesturing to P&F) doesn’t mean I have no interest in what’s planned for the furry orange fella!”

Since I’m a full-time Disneyland cast member, I should be able to make contacts with anyone who might have more clues about what S3 would entail. It might be a long shot, but if I’m able to convince Disney that WOY’s influence on my life boosted my chance at gaining employment at the company, they should understand.

A weekly Jeopardy-type pop quiz on Twitter - here’s the catch: you must refrain from finding information online when you read the answer (I bet you that the most hardcore fans of the most popular shows will get most of the questions wrong).

Example: This arachnomorph got his name from a dog tag he swallowed when he infiltrated a fish-shaped ship. He later became Lord Hater’s beloved pet.

-Who is Captain Tim?

Summaries of S3 episodes I made up myself a while back.

More fan-made characters - my most recent is an elected official of Cluckon, Mayor Spye C. Drumstick.

Conjuring a logo that best fits the status of S3/TV movie - Wander Over Yonder: The New Galaxy (the center would have the silhouette of the Star Nomad with Wander and Sylvia on it).

Brainstorming possible ideas for the three new main characters.

If all else fails, I suggest we make a web comic based on the hints we accumulated back in 2016 and what we learned from the cameo in Future-Worm’s finale. Team Sea3on has been taking that approach for SatAM Sonic the Hedgehog S3, though they are also making an animated version.

That’s about all I’ve got so far. In closing, I have several questions to ask as the new decade kicks off.

Disney executives: Are you even listening to us WOY fans? What more do you want? I’ve done so much for the campaign that I feel I’m entitled to know everything that was planned for WOY’s third and final season, especially now that I’m working full-time for your company. If you tell us what your demands are, we’d be happy to oblige.

@crackmccraigen: Are you aware of how hard the fans and I have been trying to talk Disney into giving you the chance for true closure? We’ll make sure we watch KC when it comes out on Netflix. If we’re lucky, we might see WOY get added to Disney+, where it should get that closure, assuming you’ll have finished KC your way before then.

@suspendersofdisbelief: I know you’re super busy with DuckTales and you love the plans for WOY S3 so much that you can’t bear to reveal it all in one post, but it’s been waaaay too long since we got any hints from you. Are there any other WOY S3-related facts you could describe in much greater detail? The campaign could do with more motivation.

Non-WOY fans: Are you convinced? Need I remind you what’s in the end tag of the “last” episode of WOY? You know there’s much more to life than tales from the land of Ooo, a blue middle school cat boy in a world of unusual individuals, adolescent twins in an Oregon town filled with oddities, a half-gem half-human protagonist, a coming-of-age princess of Mewni, a trio of ursine trend-followers in San Francisco, and all that jazz. If you’re not one bit interested in Hater’s origin story and all that was planned for S3, it’s your loss.

Pessimists: Will you please dispense with this unnerving “Wander is dead” talk? As a certain Popeye would say, “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!” You’re not trying to let the Disney bosses win, are you? You probably used to think previously canceled shows like Hey Arnold!, Samurai Jack, and Young Justice could never be brought back. The point is, all is not lost.

@peepsqueak and WOY fans/SaveWOY supporters: Have I been of assistance? Almost every remark I’ve ever made shows wit and perception. I mean, just think. Wander is still stuck in that vault where his goal of reforming Lord Hater remains incomplete, and he has no idea of what threat awaits him. He says, “Glorn, help us.” It’ll take something big and extraordinary to convince every Disney fan (and perhaps every Netflix fan) to talk some sense into the higher-ups. Not to mention the replacement/back-up voice actors we’ll have to find if Disney takes even longer (we already lost one - René Auberjonois). We shan’t rest until we get the answers!

@disneyanimation

[hoodoo12]

Chapter 13/15 SFW

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

@turtlepated @anyamercury @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice

The next morning, she returned with a peanut butter sandwich. Beetlejuice hadn’t eaten in forever, and he didn’t think Lisette had eaten much the day before, and honestly couldn’t remember how long breathers could go without food. 

Like he’d seen her eat before, she shoved most of it in her mouth as she entered, and wiped her hand on her skirt before sitting in her spot against the wall. 

“Still no luck getting outside?” he asked.

“No,” she confirmed, with a shake of her head. At least she wasn’t cowed and mousey now. “I tried the doors and every window downstairs again. I even went into the basement and tried the old coal chute. Nothing opens.”

She looked him dead in the eye. “Tell me again you didn’t do this.”

How many times did he have to goddamn repeat it? “I didn’t do this, baby.”

She narrowed her eyes, but seemed to accept it.  “Well, I still think it has something to do with you.”

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. He had no way to convince her. 

Lisette settled in with her books, journal, and pen in reach, and began going through them much more meticulously than he’d witnessed before. He thought about interrupting her. Instead, he watched her focus on her work, going from one book to another, jotting notes, flipping back to different pages. His mind drifted in the lull, from imagining her naked again, to how much he hated this circle, to how long it might take for her to starve to death. When she died here, would she be stuck in the house too? Would he have a companion, or would she go on to the Netherworld, leaving him alone again?

It slowly dawned on him she was speaking again. 

“--you were trapped here, right? Could your energy have closed off the house?”

Beetlejuice shook his head. “Still not me, babes. If I could’ve done something like that, I would have done it a long time ago and then random breathers wouldn’t bother the hell out of me. And may I remind you again that you fucking trapped me in this fucking circle and I can’t do jack shit?!”

“Hmm . . .” she replied eloquently, not fazed by his sudden outburst, and went back to her books. 

This fucking chalk circle. Christ, he hated it. He couldn’t deny being mostly tangible was nice, which was obviously something to do with the properties of the incantation, but being caged here was horrendous. He thought being confined to the house was bad, but now he realized how good he’d had it. 

This fucking circle. Now Lisette knew what it felt like. Beetlejuice wanted to take sadistic pleasure from the irony, but for some reason, still couldn’t quite dredge it up. 

This circle . . .

A wild thought occurred to him. 

“Lis, let me see the instructions for this incantation circle!” Beetlejuice demanded, out of the blue. 

“What? No!” she automatically replied. 

“Come on, babes, I have an idea!”

She actually held her journal to her chest. “No way! It’s a nice try, with me being desperate and all, but I’m not falling for that trick!”

Beetlejuice ground his teeth. “It’s not a trick! I don’t care about what might be written in there that would help me--” He actually did care, but that wasn’t going to fly at the moment. “--I just have an idea about this fucking circle you drew!”

“And what, pray tell, might that be?”

He didn’t want to lay all his cards on the table. He might have said too much already, and lost any bargaining leverage he might have had. He should hold out, make her give him something in return--like his freedom!--for his idea. 

But it was too late; Lisette’s brow furrowed and she went back to her books, flipping pages and scanning them quickly. She found whatever she was looking for and studied it. 

“I have the instructions right here,” she said aloud. “I got all the ingredients, I made sure to copy everything to the letter on the floor and ceiling. I drew the proper sigils in salt mixed with oil, then let it all dry for three days before going over them with chalk. Everything was done exactly how it’s written!”

Beetlejuice gave her a half-smile. “Salted oil. Any other liquids go into those initial drawings?”

Lisette cocked her head, thinking. “No . . . wait. A little spit, and a little blood. The instructions were obviously written by a man for a man, because it wanted semen, so I had to modify it.”

The smile that formed completely across his face wasn’t entirely happy. “Babes, you made a mistake.”

“What?” She looked startled, looked at her book, and continued her protest. “No I didn’t! Everything is right! Just because I couldn’t provide semen doesn’t mean it was wrong! Intent is taken into consideration for that sort of thing! I followed what was written in the book!”

Beetlejuice shook his head. “You shouldn’t trust those books, baby. 

“They lie.”

⁂

The look of shock on her face would have been delightful, if he hadn’t grown to kind of like her. 

That realization made his mouth snap shut. What was this? After what she’d done to him, he wasn’t happy she was stuck here? He wasn’t happy that she’d been deceived? What was wrong with him?

Lisette had resorted to muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit--” on repeat while she stared hard into the pages of the books that she’d foolishly relied on.

“Lisette. Lisette, baby! Hey! Snap out of it!” Beetlejuice ordered, snapping his fingers as close to her as possible. He’d deal with his own messed up head later; this might be his ticket out of here. 

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and slightly panicked. 

He softened his voice. “Hey. Why don’t you just tell me what you did, and then maybe we can work it out?”

“You’re still trying to trick me!” she replied wildly. 

“No! No!” Beetlejuice insisted, hands out, trying to project an air of assistance and concern, not creepy old guy trying to capitalize and take advantage of someone. “Trust me, I don’t want you to be stuck here, because then I’m gonna be stuck in this fucking chalk circle for the rest of your life and beyond!”

That might not have been the absolute best thing to admit, but it seemed to work.

With a deep breath, Lisette nodded. 

“Why don’t you tell me exactly what you did?” he asked again. 

Slowly, she did. In a halting voice, she told him about the specific incantation circle she’d used, one designed to capture and hold otherworldly beings indefinitely. She read him the ingredient list she’d worked from. It was referenced from multiple sources, so she’d believed it was accurate and safe. She still refused to show him the insides of her books, but Beetlejuice was able to glean enough about it to understand both its power and its true intended use. 

“You created a trap for me,” he explained, “and it worked. Your problem is two-fold, baby. One, you used your blood to catch me, so my restrictions regarding this fucking house got transferred to you. 

“Second, you did just what the creatures who wrote the instructions--no, men didn’t write them, damn it!” he said loudly, over her objections over who--or what--authored the books. To her credit she shut up and he explained, “The books were written with a man’s hand, but they were fucking possessed, okay? Understand?! It was all so things that aren’t supposed to be here had a conduit. So. You’ve done what the beasts actually wanted, which is human essence. Blood, spit, jizz--all those are a valuable commodities, and you just gave it away for free.

“The circle was designed to snare humans. Most of the beings mentioned in those books travel in packs. You’d get one of them, but then there’s no way for you to escape while the rest devour you. 

“See how elegant it is?”

He’d never been positive if it’d been a good thing he met up with old Alhazred back in the day, but he had learned a lot from the mad man. As he watched Lisette process all that information with tears welling in her eyes however, Beetlejuice thought that this was one of the times was both good and bad to be able to pass on eldritch knowledge.

tbc

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 5 of 29)

part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8   part 9   part 10   part 11   part 12   part 13   part 14   part 15   part 16   part 17   part 18   part 19   part 20   part 21  part 22   part 23   part 24    part 25   part 26   part 27   part 28   part 29 Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Gene tries to reason out some deep-seated denial, and Peter defends Paul.

           Normally, Paul could spend hours in clothing stores. Tight jeans, platform boots, designer blouses and ascots. Feathery jackets and animal print coats. He’d dressed as wildly as possible from the time he was twelve or thirteen on, saving up every dime to buy new clothes, always hoping they’d be the ticket to feeling—oh, like they did. Like other people must. Confident and swaggering. Gene had been like that from the very start, even though, when he’d met Gene, Gene had been easily forty pounds overweight and was wearing overalls that only emphasized his gut.

           That had been a pretty rude awakening for Paul. He’d realized it wasn’t in looking the part. Confidence was something inherent. Offstage, he couldn’t ever seem to purchase more than small slivers of it. And he didn’t think he could purchase it now (well, on Gene’s dime), in a mid-tier boutique, self-consciously shoving his way through racks of bras. Gene hadn’t told him to pick one up, but he hadn’t had to, either. He’d known he needed one from the start; it kind of hurt to run up stairs without any support, and the nightclub would be fucking awful without a bra, but he’d just kept putting it off. As if this female body would go away if he refused to acknowledge it, like a groupie left to linger in the Coop until morning.

           Speaking of groupies, he was still wondering about the one who’d cursed him. He could sort of remember her face as Suzie had described her, but it was puzzling. The S&M bit had been relatively light, no whips or toys, and she hadn’t come across like a nut. She’d said he’d had her before. That didn’t mean much, either. Especially in certain areas, he’d end up with some of the same groupies again. Sweet Connie, for one—the only girl Paul knew for a fact had fucked every single member of the band, and half its roadies—and there were plenty others. It was almost a wrestling circuit; the girls all knew each other, even if he didn’t know them.

           But what could he really have done to make that girl that mad? He couldn’t remember promising a chick much of anything in several years. Sometimes he’d get a bit sloppy with it, toss the girl some cab fare as he asked her to leave (she’d think he meant it as a tip, and throw it back at him), but he didn’t get off on humiliating them like some guys did. They came with the room, that was all. Stress relief. God knew he’d heard of plenty of rockstars and movie stars who’d Quaalude the hell out of whatever girl (or guy) they wanted. But he’d never done something like that. Fuck, his chicks were actually sober.

It really didn’t add up. Gene was triple the cad than he was, and he still had his dick. Peter and Ace cheated constantly on their wives, but Lydia and Jeanette hadn’t joined forces and sent a sex-changing demon after them. Whatever. He exhaled, taking four bras of slightly different sizes back to the dressing room and trying on each in turn, wishing he’d let the shopgirl help. The clasps were annoying enough that he ended up having to fasten the bras in the front, squashing his chest in the process, then turn the whole thing around just to put it on. The third bra out of the stack seemed to fit the best, a cream-colored underwire one that wasn’t too padded or too heavy on the lace and flowers. It looked okay reflected in the dressing room mirror, if a little stupid, paired with the boxers he was still stubbornly clinging to.

           After another ten minutes or so, he’d also picked out a few pairs of underwear and a pair of fishnet stockings. Another half an hour and he had a fake leather jacket, graphic tee, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of boots. He didn’t really dig the ensemble in the mirror. More that he didn’t dig the unhappy girl in the mirror any more than he dug the unhappy guy he usually saw there. But maybe he’d look punk enough for CBGB. Would he need more clothes than that, though? On the chance that she didn’t show, or, worse, didn’t reverse the curse? Paul’s stomach churned at the thought. He got another dress, two blouses, heels, and a pair of jeans, deciding he’d write Gene a check for everything once this was all over.

           By the time he headed to check out, Gene was already waiting for him with his own bag of already-paid-for clothes. Paul tried to get a peek—he didn’t think Gene could go believably punk without intense help—but Gene held his two bags closed, pulling out a credit card to cover Paul’s purchases.

           “Hey, that’s not fair. I could use the laugh, show me what you bought.” Aggravating enough to have Gene watch the clerk ring up the bra and underwear.

           “Later.” Gene looked positively amused. Paul grabbed his own bags of clothes as soon as they were paid for, oblivious to the raised eyebrow the clerk threw Gene’s way for not carrying the bags for him.

           “If you won’t show me, don’t expect me to drive you anywhere for lunch.”

           The clerk perked up.

“Your girl’s driving? She’s got you by the balls.”

           “You have no idea,” Gene said.

--

           They ended up going through the McDonald’s drive-thru for lunch without Gene having to divulge any of his purchases. Paul had dug up enough change from the middle console to pay for it, and he was chatting up a storm about CBGB’s semi-resident bands—Blondie, apparently, was a pretty good act—between handfuls of French fries.

           “It doesn’t hold a ton of people, either, so if the groupie’s there, we’ll know pretty quickly. It’s not wall-to-wall like at Studio 54.” Paul shook his head. “Have you gone over there yet, Gene?”

           “Not yet.” He’d meant to. The disco had just opened when they’d gotten off tour. The big stars had already marked it as their territory, people like Mick and Bianca Jagger, Diana Ross, and Liza Minnelli. The prospect of being in their league was its own intoxicant. “Have you?”

           “Yeah, once. Y’know, I saw Andy Warhol there. He said he wanted to paint me.” Even through the food, Paul sounded pleased. “I kinda blew him off, I think he was just trying to come on to me, but hell, it might be fun.”

           “Getting with Warhol?”

           “Getting painted by Warhol. Jesus, Gene.” He paused. “He’s not my type.”

          “You’re not his type, right now.”

          Paul looked a little stung, but didn’t retort for a second or two.

          “What do you care, anyway?”

           Gene stuffed about a third of the burger in his mouth and shrugged.

          “I don’t.”

          “Remember when he did the Marilyn Monroe screen prints? Everyone in my class was trying to make their own versions, and our teacher…”

          Paul kept trailing off about his art magnet high school. Gene was only half-paying attention. Something strange and almost possessive had curdled in the back of his throat. He took a swig of his cup of Coke, but the feeling persisted. Maybe it was the dissonance. Girls worth talking to didn’t dismiss fucking so casually. Paul wasn’t really a girl, sure—well, he was, but—

          “You’re not listening.”

          “I don’t know anything about art, Paul.”

          “You do. You draw. You used to show me your comics. Everybody knows something about art. Everybody knows what they like about it.” Paul exhaled. “Look, you’ve gotta be getting tired of my place. I’ll take you home, meet you at the club tonight?”

          “You really want to do that?”

          “Yeah, of course I wanna go to the club. I’m not losing my whole life because of one groupie.”

          “You’d be okay getting there by yourself?”

          “I—yeah, I’d be okay.”

          “Just take us back to your place.”

          “I’d be fine, really—”

          “No, take us both back.”

          “What, you think I can’t drive over there by myself?”

          “Maybe I like your company, Paul.”

          Paul reached for his soda cup. The edge of his mouth was starting to twitch up.

          “Yeah? Maybe I like yours.”

--

           By the time Paul pulled into the driveway, Gene was feeling a little sluggish. Two Big Macs, French fries, Coke, and most of Paul’s Sprite sat heavy on his stomach. He figured he’d take a nap on Paul’s couch or in his guest bedroom. Maybe play some records after, if that didn’t tear at Paul too much. Maybe get a quick dinner at a restaurant before heading to that nightclub—he almost thought he could talk Paul into it now.

           Paul seemed to have about the same idea. He kicked off the tissue-stuffed heels and headed to his bedroom, leaving the door open. Gene watched him hang up all his purchases before doubling back to the door.

           “I’m gonna sleep for a bit,” Paul called out. “You can turn the T.V. on if you wanna, I don’t care.”

           Gene nodded, and Paul shut the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He shucked off his own shoes and stretched out on the orange velour couch in the living room, feeling weirdly nostalgic. The last time he’d really been at Paul’s place for more than an afternoon, Paul’s place had been his parents’ place. They’d be at the kitchen table, talking about records, bumming their way through Beatles songs on their acoustic guitars, while Paul’s baby niece squalled in the background. He’d never admit it, but he envied the noise in that apartment. The coiled-up tension Paul assured him lay just beneath the surface was something he never saw.

           Paul had rarely gotten past the door of Gene’s house when his mother was around. His mother thought Paul was the Lampwick to his Pinocchio, eagerly leading Gene into a world of sin he’d already partaken in and a world of drugs he’d never touched. Paul’s ego had been sufficiently bruised by the assumption that he never tried to convince her otherwise. But Gene was sort of wondering now. If Paul had been a chick instead of a guy when they met, some mousey, bitchy friend-of-a-friend that played a little guitar and wanted to start a band, would his mother have liked him any better? Would Paul being a Jewish girl, if nothing else, have been enough to save him, her, whatever? Probably not.

           Would he have gone after Paul then?

           Probably.

           Anyway, it didn’t matter. He didn’t plan on going after Paul now. They’d get this reversed soon enough, and once the tour started back again, he’d be up to his neck in Playboy Playmates and groupies, all way easier on the eyes and the wallet and the brain than a girl with a gap tooth and a terminal case of nerves. Yeah. Yeah.

           He watched the cuckoo clock on the wall for a while, the one that Paul had gotten during their last Europe tour, waiting for the bird to pop out from the little hatch. But it, like everything else, seemed to be taking its time. Gene sighed, getting up from the couch and heading for the T.V.—what was on this time of day, anyway? Gunsmoke reruns? The only thing that stopped him from finding out was a knock on the door.

           He opened it without thinking, figuring it was the mailman delivering another of Paul’s occult books. Instead, he was met with Peter, wearing his version of casual—jeans, a vest, a pinstripe shirt, and a handful of necklaces—and a bewildered look.

           “You’re still over here?”

           “How’d you know I was over here?”

           “Ace told me. Where’s Paul?”

           Shit.

           “He’s not in right now.”

           Peter looked him up and down suspiciously.

           “Then are you gonna let me in?”

           Despite himself, Gene’s glance went to the bedroom door almost on automatic. If he could get rid of Peter fast enough, Paul wouldn’t wake up.

           “C’mon,” he said finally. Peter stalked in without hesitation. Gene had half-expected him to take a seat, but he didn’t, looming in the living room like he was certain he was being let out of the loop, without being told.

           “Look, maybe Ace can write off all sorts of shit, but I can’t.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “He won’t see anybody, he won’t talk to anybody. He gets into fucking voodoo. He has you call up Ace for his psychic. Says you’ll make sure Paul calls me back and he doesn’t. But everything’s cool, everything’s great—”

           “Pete—”

           “Something’s the matter. Paul ain’t that kind of a nut! Now, either he lost his mind or you’re pulling one on him, but either way, something’s screwed-up here. I’m not leaving until I talk to him.”

           “You’ll be waiting awhile.”

           “I’ve got time.”

           “Pete, really, he’s gonna be out until pretty late, don’t you think—”

           “No, I don’t. I’m staying. You want me out, call the fucking cops. Get a real nice headline going—"

           The bedroom door creaked open. Peter turned around immediately, Gene following suit. Paul was standing in the doorway, still in that floral dress from earlier that afternoon. Gene bit his lip.

           “It’s you again!” Paul seemed to cave in on himself with every word out of Peter’s mouth, stepping back. “You—I see how this is!”

           “Peter,” Gene started again, “Peter, listen, it isn’t—”

           “You fucking asshole!” Peter grabbed Gene’s arms, oblivious to or maybe just not caring about the weight and height Gene had on him. “How the fuck could you do that to him?!”

           “You’ve got it wrong, I’m not—listen, Pete, I—”

           “You’re fucking his girlfriend! Your best friend! Paulie’s fucking losing it and what do you do, you move in on his girl! Move in on his house! You motherfucking pig!” Pete advanced, or tried to. Gene twisted away his grip, grasping his wrists. Pete yanked himself free easily, stalking forward, forcing Gene back, closer and closer to the wall.

           “Pete, calm down.”

           “I won’t! This ain’t stupid band shit, Gene! This ain’t fucking solos! You got no right to do this!”

           “Stop it.” It was Paul. Gene stared, stunned, as Paul stepped out of the doorway and into the living room, face pale. Peter was watching, too, looking disgusted. “He wouldn’t do that to me.”

           “He wouldn’t?” Peter started to laugh. “Baby, he’s done it to every chick that got within three feet of him.”

           “Pete, please.” Paul was biting his lip, breaths hard. “Pete, I’ve gotta tell you, listen—”

           “Don’t,” Gene cut in, but Paul didn’t listen. God only knew why. Gene could tell Paul was scared as hell, even as he stepped between them, taking Peter’s arms. Even Peter had about an inch on him now. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull back. “Don’t do it, you don’t need to.”

           “I’ve got to. Peter, I—” He let go of one of Peter’s arms, pulling down the right shoulder of his dress to expose his tattoo. “I’m... damn it, Peter, you know who I am.”

           Peter’s face contorted.

           “What the hell are you doing? What’s that supposed to prove?”

           “You and me, w-we went on vacation together last year. To Hawaii.”

           “Bullshit, I went with Lydia! I’ve never gone anywhere with you in my life!”

           Paul was staring at Peter like he’d just been slapped, but he kept his grip on Peter’s arm like a lifeline. Gene didn’t know how to help him. Part of him wanted to just go straight between the two of them and scream at Peter to get out of there, never mind the fallout on both sides after. But he didn’t. Instead he just watched as Peter tossed away Paul’s hold like it was nothing at all, shoving him back, hard enough Paul stumbled backwards, hitting his leg on the coffee table. Peter turned to Gene.

           “You think you can do anybody any fucking way, don’t you? Fuck Paul, right? Fuck him and his crazy broad. That’s the way you are. Loyalty don’t even matter to you.”

           “Peter—”

           “Forget it. I’m out of here.”  Peter stalked to the door, shouting as he yanked it open. “Don’t think I won’t tell him what you’ve done! I don’t give a shit if it splits us up!”

[timmys-and-scribbles]

Answer 21, Tag 21

Tagged by: @bizarredemon​, @jyiori​ (I’m such fans of both of your works!! Thank you for tagging lil’ ol’ me <3)

1. Nicknames: Timmy, Timmers, Death (on all my Discord servers lol)

2. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

3. Height:  I want to say 5′3 but that’d be lying so I’m 5′2

4. Hogwarts 🏠: 🐍 (if anyone’s curious, my patronus is a Magpie (fitting, no?) and my Ilvermorny house is Wampus)

5. Last Thing I googled: how to see all your mentions on tumblr

6. Favourite Musicians: I’m a big fan of Adam Young and Thomas Bergersen for their scores :)

7. Song Stuck in my Head: That song where Fall Out Boy isn’t really Fall Out Boy in Star vs The Forces of Evil

8. Following Now:  Tumblr legitimately goofed and shows my following count as 0 but it’s around 200

9. Followers: 1925

10. Do I Get Asks?: yES keep ‘em coming I love asks

11. Amount of 💤?: Wildly varies between 3 and 13 hours a night lmao

12. Lucky Number: 1 and 9

13. What I’m Wearing: Jeans, wedges, and a sweater <3

14. Dream Job: Animator!! Or illustrator lol whichever comes easier to me

15. Dream Trip: This, I can’t decide :( I want to go to too many places. Alaska, Germany, Japan, and SK come to mind, though I want to go back to Colombia at some point too! Oh, and maybe visit my old mousey employer in Orlando lmao

16. Favorite Food: Surprisingly NOT Tim Hortons XD I’m a sucker for GOOD sushi. And bibimbap. And kimbap. If I could make my own kimbap I would. Especially because I don’t live in my very Korean neighborhood anymore and no one eats it here so I can’t find it :( shaved ice is another fave that I can’t find ANYWHERE except maybe downtown Toronto but crossing the border is difficult with no car UGH

17. Instruments: Fun fact: I was so damn bad at playing any instrument in middle school ever that they put me on the drums

18. Languages: English, Spanish, and SOME German (maybe a tiny lil bit of French but I can’t speak it for shit)

19. Favorite Song: Does instrumental count? I love Impossible from TSFH 😭 but my guilty pleasure song is Ciega, Sordomuda

20. Random Fact: I’m a boring lil baby but my life goal is to be best friends with a crow someday

Also I’ve been told I live in South Canada and have been named an Honorary Canadian by multiple people because I want to live in Toronto and I’ve got Toronto aesthetic but I live in Buffalo

21. Aesthetic:

Toronto

Nawh jk here (with the cute lil snowcaps I used to get ;w; Buffalo has gotten like 7 feet of snow once lmfao)

@pumpkunbread​ @arcana-madness​ @anuprightfool​ @aaliyah-draws​ @tranquilarya​ @sunflowercecil​ lmao I’m not tagging more cause idk who’s already been tagged sry

You’re all welcome to do this if you’d like though <3

[pon-ee]

About Me Tag!

tagged by @saizoswifey

the rules are:

1 . Tag the person who tagged you

2. Answer the questions.

3. Tag 10 people

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•How tall are you?

5′3″

•What color and style is your hair?

Very short pixie with a slight undercut, kind of a mousey blonde

•What color are your eyes?

Centeral heterochromic! So kinda bluey green?

•Do you wear glasses?

All the time bb this bitch can’t see shit

•Do you wear braces?

Never have

•What’s your fashion sense?

I wanna be COMFY mostly lounge in my jammies in lion king ponchos, everything is made of fleece, i got like 12 pairs of slippers

•Full name?

You can have Olivia and thats it.

•When were you born?

May 2nd (2 days!! Aaaah!)

•Where are you from and where do you live now?

England

•What school do you go to?

I am a university graduate

•What kind of student are you?

Terrible, I procrastinate, I get immune diseases, go blind in the labs. You don’t want me as a student

•Do you like school?

I like learning now but I hated learning then

•Favorite subject?

Biology

•Favorite TV show?

Brooklyn 99

•Favorite Movie?

The Emperor’s New Groove

•Favorite books?

I mostly read fanfiction but that definitely counts

•Favorite pastime?

Drawing, romancing my many many husbands, gaming

•Do you have any regrets?

That I only bought 30 easter chickens

•Dream job?

I cannot think of any my dreams are romance or gtfo

•Would you ever like to be married?

Yes

•Would you like to have kids?

Maybe one day if the mood strikes me

•How many?

-1

•Do you like shopping?

I don’t mind it but I get bored really fast

•What countries have you visited?

France, Germany, Italy, Spain, America (several states), Australia, Singapore, Thailand

•Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

I haven’t had a bad dream since I got my dream catcher when I was like 7 so I cannot even think of any

•Any enemies?

I try not to make enemies

•Any significant other?

No

•Do you believe in miracles?

I believe in a thing called love, JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART

•How are you?

Tired

I tag @savenkey @neofeliis

[defiant-firefly]

So the Gayopeans AU...

Is basically a king Leonhard x Mausinger AU. Someone asked and I won't tag unless they're okay with it so here's this basic as I ever do summary.

The idea is, that Leonhard marries Mausinger and going by how British royalty goes, that would make Mausinger a prince.

Vermine and the Black Knight (Who I'll forever call Elvis) are the leaders of the coup. They believe Mausinger is faking his love for Leonhard and married to gain a right to the throne.

Yeah they kill off Leonhard so Mousey boy can lead them and of course he's broken hearted that his husband died and tries to be there for his step son.

The coup happens and it's basically a story of Mausinger and Elvis (Who survives and realises Mousey Boy didn't want this) helping people escape Ding Dong Dell without drawing suspicion for fear of another coup. They also consistently redirect any attempts on Evan's life and kingdom from afar.

There's not that much more too it and it's probably never going to get the justice the ship deserves but eh. It's gay and I love it.

They're gay AND European. Gayopeans. :3

[punkpuns]

Answering Asks Again

Hi there, I’ve built up a bit of a backlog on asks so here are a whole bunch of them answered.

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Friend I’m sorry I got to you late - but maybe that’ll help, at school you should have a selection of thrift shops around where other students have been donating stuff as they’ve moved off campus and that’s a goldmine. I’d say hit the thrift shops, find some stuff you think looks good and is comfortable, and shop only on half-off days. If there’s nothing that quite looks like you want it to, mod it.

And look, tossing out everything you’ve got and starting fresh is pretty wasteful - maybe see if there’s someone in your dorm who would be down to trade? Maybe you could set up a facebook clothing swap event for people on campus? Use it as an excuse to get to know people. Or mod the clothes you’ve got - khakis and a polo can be turned into cutoffs and a tanktop pretty easily, and a stencil plus some acrylic paint from the art supply section of the campus bookstore can make you some pretty awesome custom stuff, you can dye even the most pastel of sundresses black.

Experiment, figure out what you like. Start slow and add one piece at a time - maybe stovepipe jeans aren’t your thing so buying four pairs would be a mistake. Maybe you only want to wear yoga pants and I salute you, but that’s up to you to figure out.

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This feels a little bit trollish because I’m having trouble envisioning an adult who works in a law office and in local politics but hasn’t figured out how to dress in a way they want to or hasn’t figured out whether or not they should.

I’m going to assume you’re young in which case I’m going to actually recommend that you don’t bring much of your style to work for one reason: optics are important.

If you’re involved in local government, work at a law office, and are a punk it stands to reason that you’re pretty politically active and motivated to make changes in the world, and it sounds like you’re uniquely positioned to do so! But here’s the thing: the last time I went to talk to the city council and a group of us showed up in black the local paper called us “kids” and “extras from a Depeche Mode video.” I now own a mousey brown skirt suit and a wig to go talk to the city council.

It’s great to express yourself, it’s less great if expressing yourself prevents you from achieving your goals or making the changes you want to see in the world. It’s really easy to pigeonhole punks as slacktivist poseurs who masturbate to Richard Spencer punching remixes and never vote and that’s because a lot of punks live up to that image.

So I guess what my real advice is is feel out your office, maybe you can get away with skull earrings or a grommeted wristband for your watch but keep your hair to neutral colors if it’s going to get you fired. Activists need attorneys and paralegals and local city councils on our side so there’s value in sucking it up and dealing with the system until you’ve got uplifted enough voices to change it.

Unless you work at, like, the Exxon law offices or with a prosecutor or something. In which case ? why? would you be here? of all places?

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Okay the true punk answer is wear whatever you’re comfortable in. Nobody should care what you’re wearing and if they do they’re an asshole.

That said I understand why it can be uncomfortable to stand out in a crowd - a dark pair of pants, a tee shirt, and a hoodie (if it’s cold enough for one) should be physically comfortable and won’t make you stand out like a sore thumb. Wear comfortable shoes that are thick enough to protect your feet in case you get stepped on, make sure your jeans have enough pockets that you don’t have to carry a purse.

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ALWAYS. If you want in on this donate $10 to the ACLU, RAICES, a local abortion fund, Planned Parenthood, or the United Way Flint Water Fund. Any of these groups will email you a receipt for your donation. Screenshot that receipt and send it to me through tumblr messenger along with a picture of whoever you want illustrated, if you want to see them as a punk, goth, or metalhead, and the names of their 3 favorite bands and I will get an illustration back to you (1 figure only, waist up, grays, no background).

If you donate more I’ll do a more detailed illustration. Here’s an example of one that I did for one of my college professors:

She donated $100. I’ve got limited time to draw so if you want a drawing like that one ^^^ message me first and make sure I’ve got my schedule clear enough for it.

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Boy howdy do I ever:

https://www.ocweekly.com/five-native-american-bands-to-give-thanks-for-6596916/

https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2016/09/8-artists-exploding-the-concept-of-native-american.html

http://remezcla.com/lists/music/los-angeles-latinx-punk-bands/

http://tanyatagaq.com/

http://www.toiletovhell.com/here-are-some-indigenousnative-metal-bands-to-help-you-celebrate-columbus-day/

http://remezcla.com/features/music/the-ogs-goth-playlist/

http://www.dazeddigital.com/music/article/38098/1/photos-from-la-s-latinx-metal-scene

https://www.mixcloud.com/LovelyMetalhead/lovely-talks-heavy-episode-25-black-and-metal/

http://lord-kitschener.tumblr.com/post/158978645618/so-goth-i-was-born-black

https://www.racked.com/2017/10/23/16492192/black-goth-girls

http://coilhouse.net/2012/09/i-am-so-goth-i-was-born-black/

http://www.dazeddigital.com/music/article/28372/1/why-is-the-history-of-punk-music-so-white

http://diningwithdana.tumblr.com/post/115035345741/pocs-in-gothdarkindustrial-music-hey-fab-bats

http://www.dazeddigital.com/music/article/28419/1/the-black-punk-pioneers-who-made-music-history

http://www.post-punk.com/goth-so-white-black-representation-in-the-post-punk-scene/

As to whether I’ve got any comics in particular about race in the goth/punk/metal scene, I’ve touched on it here and there and discussed why racism doesn’t belong in the scene but I’ve never gone in depth about the people of color who have been erased from the history, but I would very much like to and I have some notes that I’m collecting to do so.