#we can split this up if need be

[cryptid-killjoy]

Dapper? Oh yes, Thomas was that and more. Valerie did so love Thomas in a suit, almost as much as she liked him in jeans with his toolbelt... almost. There was just something about those jeans and his boots. But woo-wee when that man went for dashing he actually pulled it off. Not all men could. Suits often wore men and guys all had a tendency to look like these poor things attempting to look grown up, mature, or that they have more grace than they actually do. It never works. The suit wears them. Not Thomas though. He can wear damn near anything and pull it off as a true gentleman even though Val knows quite well he can be quite the naughty fucker in bed. Yeah, he handles his suits and wears them well along with everything else including his beard at every length he'd let it grow.

No matter how cliche it might be there was hardly a more beautifying feeling than seeing such a composed man as this jaw drop and then realize it was because he set his eyes on you. Valerie looked down at herself. She'd been saving that dress for awhile wishing for a proper occassion for it besides one of their own backyard dates as fun as those might be to make up reasons to dress up. Watching his face made her own jaw slack, her chin tilt down. She pushed her hair behind her ear as a way to stabalize the high this man sending through her with just his face. His expression was priceless. Then he opened his mouth. Oh lordy, her private poet was at it again...and quoting Poe during a Halloween Ball of all times. She didn't always know if he was quoting, usually was, or if they were his own words, but Poe was one of the few he sometimes recoginized since Val tended to read darker tales when reading on her own. So, she couldn't hold back her grin at all.

"I feel far more precious than Annabelle Lee when you look at me."

It was true. She had a way of knowing she could slay, but her under-the-bed days despite being shed and long past, still lived somewhere under her skin like something in her wasn't always sure it was okay just to simply exist. Thomas's eyes always fixed that. He was her onion picker like in Holes and her personal poet. She hoped she contributed something here.

As they rode up in Treebeard's branches to the castle Valerie couldn't help but whisper, "I still feel like Merry and Pip on our great adventure whenever we get to do this. It must mean tonight's going to be special." She decided traveling in Tree had to have been a good omen.

On the bus Speed was going on overhead. Who didn't adore Keaneu or Sandra B? Win-Win. Dale was actually paying attention to it about the time Ellie and Babyface showed up and it all the emotional hugging and cussing commenced.

Chip's wives really could not stop staring at Iorek. They were very used to Chip and him continuously bringing more animals than one family would normally take care of, but a polar bear? Yeah, okay... Fig had him beat with that one. This was a first for them. One even slapped him and asked why they didn't have a polar bear. Koda would give her the evil eye like she was being offensive just to fuck with her. Pippin was going to be watching her bear language use for the rest of the evening. At least Elsa wasn't the only one distracted by the polar bear in some kind of way.

Scout would look GoGo up and down and quirk her right brow when she saw her Morticia outfit. "Classic. My Dad loves dressing up as her." She meant Flotsam though she didn't specify, but that quirk did not come down out of her hairline. She was unabashedly checking her digs out. "Damn girl. You look... like...excuse the Paris Hilton speak, but seriously... just really hot tonight." Scout couldn't not say it. She always called 'em like she saw 'em, just like the rest of her family.

That's why Dale chimed in after. "Let me see." If Scout thought so he wanted a better look. So he absolutely let himself take Laveau's worth of eyeballing her. "Damn GoGo. She's right. What'd you go and do? Grow up while I was away in Peru?" He said acting like he hadn't seen her since. "You are looking fly."

Then Chip would say, "You could also be good at being the other mother on Coraline. She was so spindly like a spider. You just need buttons for eyes."

Yup the Laveaus were in the house always calling 'em out alright.

Jenna said, "How about we sew buttons on your eyes Chippy?"

Chip would give one of those blank looks like he had no idea he inadvertantly put someone down and they weren't really sure GoGo's threshold for it. "What? It'd be a good group costume. I was thinking I'd be Wybie."

Dale shook his head. "Oh you mean the character who gets his voice sewn shut because he doesn't know when to shut up?"

Chip's wives were giggling. Koda laughed too until he heard what Ellie called out as she was saying her hellos to her Aunt Elsa in the middle of all this. Should she call him uncle yet? Oh geeze. Oh geeze. So maybe they were starting to be a thing, but that was probably a little too soon.

Koda almost balked though. He got thrown and had that wiggle wobble neck people get when they're anxious about whatever is about to come out of their mouth. "Oh, I don't know....depends..." Then he managed a comeback. "I would say definitely yes if you're looking for a wrassling match. You'll be calling uncle with me faster than anybody you know."

Babyface wanted to Kelso burn her so bad but held off because he was trying to do the stick by his lady thing. So, instead he said, "You clearly haven't ever seen my Hell's Ells in action. You're gonna be calling her uncle."

Everyone paused for a moment because he didn't say it quite right, but that was Babyface. He knew what he meant. So, did everyone else. Dale was cracking up. It was so good to have everyone back in the same room again. Dale's spirits went from emo-depresso to wanna get his drank-on real quick. He was having and they weren't even at the castle yet. They were only on Figaro's bus.... with the polar bear... and his Coke... watching Speed... and taking jabs at one another. Oh yeah, this was the life.

Koda would turn after all the rukkus and say, "You always look pretty, Nizhoni." He felt the need even though it was just a teenage niece bagging on her fashion sense.

Frank was right about this being important to Delta. She always said she'd be happiest if she could just go home with Frank, but as that wasn't an option of permanence she gave long thought to making the best of being in this earthly realm. She access to a few a portals that could wisk her away to other places like Christmas Town, Halloween Town, even a fairy realm. She had friends who had friends on the other side. She had her mother's grimoire in reach. She knew demons. Death. This didn't have to be like before. She referred to Flotsam often in her mind, but that was because she was angrier than him about the past.

This disturbed her. Watching Valerie/Flotsam make so much headway with Thomas in what that family calls progress boils her blood. She doesn't get it. When she let's things go she does so for completely different reasons and she's just not over her father and mother. She can't quite let it go. All of it. To see one of their most affected victims move on is mindblowing for little Delta. It dawned on her it's probably because it's not family that did it to them. Any grudges she holds against her father or mother are more easily comparable to what Flo holds against Jetsam. There's a love/anger relationship there just like she has with her parents. But, she's damned determined to not let King Triton or Maleficent's past ruin anything about her second life with Frank this go around. The same goes for Boogey, Sally, or Jack, anyone relative to the circle of their story. So, fuck yes this ball is important to Delta. She's invited the people back into her world when a little part of her hates them all for existing and not fixing everything for them while they were just kids, and all she really wants is Frank. This ball is her admitting it's time to move on.

She'll still only move on her way. Some people job. Some people drink. Delta dances.

As the bus came in and more guests filled the ball room she noticed more of her dancers had arrived. A couple of Chip's wives were in her crew now. Ray and Jenna were dancing sort. The other's not so much.

Dale was enjoying being introduced to Black Arts and Nebby. "More Beagles. I don't think the world feels right without thinking there's Beagles out there to call."

Black Arts smirked, "If Grandpappy had anything to do with it, there's more out there than we know yet."

Babyface sneered his nose as he put together what that meant. "Ew dude. Just ew." It was true though. Grandpappy got around. He knew the guy wasn't wrong.

"Where's Nebs?" When Black Arts turned around to look around the ball room to where she'd gotten off to she'd already found someone to be silly with. She'd made a quick friend in Scout. Like attracts like and the willingness to put themselves out there started to heavily ensue. Throwing Beagles and Laveaus together had a tendency to do that. So they quickly added to the dance floor. "Come on GoGo." Scout would try to lure her in so she'd have her usual big friends circle Scout tended to have. At least in her own circles.

Delta had found Piper first and told her that she wanted to get the whole dance number over with so they wouldn't have to worry about outfit changes for the rest of the night and just have fun with everyone. So it was Piper's job to rally the rest of the troops. They were all to meet in the dance room upstairs shortly so they could make their entrance, do their thing, and then they could back there to get fixed back however they wanted for the rest of the evening. Delta wante to make sure the most of the guests were there before they did it. It seemed like a good bulk of them was here. Hopefully Figaro didn't have too many more bus loads left on call.

So that's when Piper went up to Maddy in her eyeball outfit and Bastien got a good look at all those eyes. "WOAH!" He started looking all over the place, not just at Piper like her costume extended beyond her actual outfit.

"They're watching." At first he sounded haunted or spooked by it. Then the grins came to life.

"They all wanted to come to Delta's Ball. Holy shit."

He'd yet to acknowledge Piper was even there. He was totally just tripping on the eyes. Her face wasn't viewable in the costume but her voice was crystal clear, not muffled at all.

"It's me Bastien."

"I know." He answered but still didn't seem to be talking to her directly.

Piper couldn't tell what was happening with him. She leaned into Maddy and whispered, "Um we're wanted up in the studio to get ready for the dance. Should I change into a normal dress after I can't tell.. He looks so happy."

Thomas actually had to get ready for the ball in a separate room. He knew that if he didn’t, he’d be dropping things, buttoning up buttons wrong, not getting his tie set in place, or getting the swoosh of his hair right. Valerie would be far too much of a distraction. So he would leave her with a graceful kiss to the hand, and a ‘Try not to look in the mirror too much, or I’ll be stuck staring.’. It was easier for him to get dressed that way, plus he was a man and only a suit was really needed. He tried to look sharp. Dapper. The collar showing off beard that was growing back in nicely after the wacing fiasco. That didn’t keep it at bay for too long.

His first reaction at seeing Valerie? Jaw dropped. No, like, actually. Dropped. Down to the ground. It was close to popping. He was speechless for the first couple of minutes, and finally, the back of his fingers made their way against the mesh layer that exposed the beautiful skin beneath, feeling it. “The angels, not half so happy in Heaven went envying her and me,” He spoke softly, quoting Poe.

He treated Tree as an old friend, when they met once more. He held onto Valerie’s hand to make sure she was comfortable before he moved onto the one side and even then, his hand wrapped around the back of Treebeard’s head so he was ready to grab her if she started to fall backwards in the momentum of being carried up.

And everyone else took the bus which did not look like a normal bus anymore. It had become Figaro’s little project, keeping their mind away from the missing of their father, of their friends. Losing Lance, Arthur and Wulf had been a ttough blow. Forever fucking grateful that Willem wasn’t there, though. It wasn’t anything that a youtube video would be made on, the bus wasn’t a house but instead of seats, comfortable couches stolen from neighboring homes were screwed right down. Made it a bit more cozy. More speakers. A television where Speed was always showing. “I heard you like buses so you could watch a bus while you ride a bus,” They’d say, trying to sound like XZibit. And they still very much wore their Gilbert Garfield costume. And they very much brought Iorek, red scarf still on, as their plus one. He was housetrained and dignified and the invitation didn’t say anything about not bringing an animal. Iorek lounged in his own special air conditioned section in the back of the bus, with his own couch that took up the whole width of the back.

As for Frank, he was with Delta through all the preparations, only leaving her side once in a while to take care of something on his own, and he was dressed to the nines tonight. He nearly wore the costume again, the leather had always had a nice feeling against his skin, the braces too, but he went for something more luxurious, more worthy of a ball. He’d walk with his other head, large hand against the small of her waist, eyes scanning everyone as they came through, catching every thought. Like Thomas, he was used to being on a security detail at all times, only he used his telepathy rather than his sense of hearing or smell.

He wasn’t pleased by the Cheshire situation, his face remaining in it’s usual dead-eyed stare. He wanted this to go perfectly, for Delta’s sake. This was the first big event in Feral. The first time everyone was getting together. It mattered to her more than she would express, he knew that, so he was putting work in, or at least attempting to. Cheshire’s mind was too maddening to really read.

Thomas and Valerie, Thomas leading her in by holding her hand up in the air as if they really were the fancy people that they looked like. “Ahh - there she is, I was wondering why I hadn’t seen her around our Lothlorien lately,” He said, pleasantly surprised.

And there was Maddy, dressed like the starry night sky with that corsage on her wrist. Did it match her outfit? Not at all. Did she still accept it proudly and with a flush on her cheeks when Bastien had brought it out? Absolutely. It was a Halloween ball. Not everyone needed to be matchy matchy. She had her eyes on her husband, making sure he didn’t get too far, while her phone was tucked neatly into her bra, an app connecting her phone to the baby monitor down in their dungeon-home, ready to vibrate if crying started up.

And there was Clopin. Still in his Beef costume, rips and asscheek sticking out … tastefully. Stitched up makeup that he’d say was an homage to the King of Franks himself. He’d give a full on bow as he walked in, on his husband’s arm.

Elsa had grown a little distracted by the polar bear in the back. One would think she would be used to bears, considering who she was with. Who she had been spending all of her time with. But the woman in red did look a little confused as to why there was one on the bus. And was it -

Was it drinking a coke?

GoGo definitely joined Scout since she wanted to see Feral in all of its glory. She heard the stories about New Orleans, the way that it had been, but this was their first time in this new, darker place. She came inspired by Morticia Addams, taking a day off from studying and work - thank fuck for that. Elsa greeted them all, giving Dale, Chip and Scout large hugs. She had missed them. She wasn’t going to pretend that she wasn’t. Koda had been good for her - she was visibly more happy, almost glowing, than she had been before, rocking that sexy but still more on the conservative side dress.

Ellie came on the bus, grinning at Figaro’s costume. “Do you have a powerpoint about … what this is?” She asked the person who was dressed as a cat behind a mask of some old guy. The only way that she knew Gilbert was his voice in the Aladdin movie, so the face was totally unfamiliar.

“I’m working on it,” The muffled voice behind the mask.

And then the shout from Dale made the redhead turn her head and there he was. Her best friend. Her person, other than Babyface. There was a big hug, in which she totally wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, nearly tackling him to the ground. This was one of the reasons why she wore shorts. She knew she was going to be in a tackling mood when it came to Curls McGee over here. “Fuck you for never coming to visit!” She balked back, her grin stuck on her face.

She waved to Scout over Dale’s shoulder, and then proceeded to ruffle up Dale’s hair even further. “Yeah, I know. He loves me,” She grinned, cheesily, and finally let her legs down but kept her arm around the Laveau, her eyes then settling on her Aunt. “Hey Aunt Elsa. Hey Koda. Should I call you Uncle yet?” She teased.

Elsa tutted and rolled her eyes, though they shined with delight at finally, after ten months, seeing her niece again. She was growing up so fast. Almost looks like she went from a teen to an actual young woman. Probably came from dealing with adult problems like not having a home, and dealing with loss and yet - Ellie looked Happy. Which was all that she could wish for. “I see your attitude hasn’t changed.”

“I see your fashion sense has. You look great,” Ellie said, taking in the appearance of her aunt in formal dress. And not just stuffy old lady clothes, like … cardigans. The two women met then in a hug, and it was probably one of the few moments that she would be away from Dale or Babyface’s side all night.

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.

[swagging-back-to]

worst trope is found family separating as soon as the antagonist is dealt with.

[pigeonstab]

Doing this to you and then running away hehehe >:3

Bonk! Hehehe, that's such a cute gif, we should be cats together, no responsibilities for you. You'd be a ginger car. Cause you're Irish. And I'm stereotyping you.

Also! Idk how I even got this fucked up but I just woke up at one AM with the light still on and one shoe on in my bed.

I've just spent like 5minyes explaining my dream in the tags and I replaced 'where' with 'were' two times so if you're going to read the novel I wrote be wary of that. Loll this post is a mess, goodnight Charlie!! I love you!

[maudiemoods]

Need to sit around camp fire... Swim in body of water.. lick dirt...

[mamawasatesttube]

do you ever think about kon and tim and them taking care of each other during depressive episodes

BOY DO I EVER!!!! it would be so fun to put them both in a depressive slump at the same time bc like. they'd Both try to hit the "but i need to take care of someone i love" override to push their own feelings down. at the same time.

so then they're both just standing there in the kitchen in their pajamas like. i was gonna make you some hot chocolate. oh… well i was gonna make you some ramen? spiderman pointing meme while they're both in depression pjs holding a hot chocolate powder packet and a cup noodle

[breadandblankets]

thinking about different ways you can be nocturnal in relation to bats ya know, like you could go to sleep at dawn and wake up mid afternoon or go to be during the afternoon and wake up at dusk etc etc

so ive started classifying bats into morning bats or afternoon bats lmao:

Morning: Alfred, Jason, Steph (school), Cass, Bruce, Damian, Kate

Afternoon: Tim, Dick, Steph (during breaks), Babs, Harper

[neptunesailing]

mayoi (enstars x hnk au)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

shoutout to those nights where the brain says We Literally Cant Do Anything Even Though We Really Want To <3

[danwhobrowses]

Okay sure just split the group again I'm sure nothing could go wrong this time dividing them into sub-groups to sting at high levelled and relatively unknown areas with high risk and high threat of boss level enemies in the vicinity and then go on another break to make us stew on that, it's fine IT'S FINE!

[remcocoa]

tumblr trying to stop my tadejonas hands post? it's more likely than you think!

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I am at 59k on this Ninjago fic i swear I'll finish it this month I will work on nothing else I am going to finish this--

[josecariohca]

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[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺. As Gale had stated himself, maintaining the orb is a delicate, and I do mean delicate, balance. By its nature, that rot-spilling thing branded within him hungers and feeds off all things Weave. However, it doesn't do to simply gorge it freely, and of course, starving it at all is out of the question. Before Elminster's intervention, in fact, Gale was perpetually gauging the depths of its hunger, consistently focused on its very fickle equilibrium and choosing carefully what artefacts to drain. Beside the blossom, however, that hair-thin margin is thrown right off kilter, and as the flowers stifle magic all around them, that means the closer Gale comes, the more emptied his orb. It throws him back considerably, hastening the severity of his body's failing. His blighted arm ruptures open, cracking from his shoulder to the tips of his nails, and in his throat, he tastes the stubbornness of tar-thick decay. All the while, the pain, the agony, is nigh on deafening. By all means, sussur blossoms don't simply stem Gale of all magic. Rather, these flowers send him hurdling back into whatever state he'd nursed in his early isolation. He feels like he's dying, on top of the crushing emptiness that leaves him cold, and he's every interest to keep a good distance away. With immediate physical effects, no one can wonder why.

[fromtheseventhhell]

The more I think about it, the more I believe that Arya has to have one of the highest chapter counts in TWOW

[theragamuffininitiative]

When you accidentally end up scrolling your own blog for several posts thinking "wow the mutuals are really synced today" before realizing