#well never know its a mystery

[pineapplesaresweet]

experimenting with wing patterns

[shepscapades]

shep I was talking to my brother about dbhc xisuma as one does and mentioned that ask about not being able to puzzle xisuma's face together mentally and my brother joked that the reason you put the spoiler bars and such on his face is cause you cant draw his whole face yet 😂

anyway I might have talked his ear off about dbhc idk tho lmao

LMAOO NOOOO!!! MY SECRET FINALLY IS OUT!!! /silly

[rox-of-iu]

ayoo guess who finally sat down and caught up with cultivate B)

is me. so you know what that means.

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 30-37

there was actually.... more things i wanted to draw but I already did so many I had to physically restrain myself hfsjkkdh anyway yes can you tell i love this fic very much

yet once again. cultivate by the wonderful @neonghostcat

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Thinking thoughts about Abuela being back and with this backstory about her being taken in by charlatans and Eddies whole catholic guilt thing and how the two things kind of play into one another as an exploration of faith and being taken in by something.

Abuela giving all her money to the tarot card readers etc because she was searching for something - for connection (with Abuelo) - trying to recapture what she had lost, and How Eddie has spoken about trying to re-find the magic he had with Shannon - how Eddie hasn't actually fully reconciled the Shannon of it all when it comes to relationships and how his Catholic guilt connects into that.

How Marisol as a physical representation of Catholicism is part of that narrative - how Eddie is entering a place where he has to chose his path - in order to move on from Shannon he needs to fully square the hole - catholic or non catholic. And how that needs to happen first - before he can begin his queer journey!

[ganondoodle]

to be honest i liked the zonau more when they were a barely if ever mentioned mystery and a meme in the part of the fandom that watched theory videos

i know their designs are neat but i think their sudden introduction was pretty unnecessary and robbed us of more interesting concepts than it gave us new ones

[edwinisms]

question that I could look up but im lazy: do we know (from the comics or otherwise) what charles’ parents occupations were? or their household’s economic status (ie; middle class, working class, etc)? if not, does anyone have any good guesses based on the details we see of charles’ life?

[13eyond13]

Here is something I'm still wondering after re-reading The Vampire Lestat the other week... did Magnus kidnap all those blond-haired blue-eyed guys because he just really wanted those characteristics in his heir, but everybody else disappointed him somehow until he found Lestat, or was he specifically obsessed with Lestat the whole time and just kinda taking it out on other guys who kinda looked like him until he could actually turn Lestat?

[lizavet]

@heropartnerweek - Day 6: Farewell | Return

Poppy refused to lose them again.

She didn’t care what anyone said. She didn’t care if Dedenne said she was projecting and being unfair to Mew. She didn’t care that Mawille said her attachment was unhealthy. And she sure as hell didn’t care that some dirtbag said Mew had to die for the sake of the world.

She was NOT losing Tuft again.

It didn’t matter that Mew wasn’t Tuft. They were the closest thing she had. They were the last, dying ember of a beautiful bonfire, the one thing that kept Poppy warm at night. The final link she had to Tuft, aside from her harmony scarf. Maybe it wasn’t fair to them, but Poppy couldn’t help it! Mew reminded her so much of Tuft that it hurt. She chose to suffer that pain every day if it meant she could feel just a bit of Tuft’s warmth.

And now, someone wanted to take that away from her.

Poppy smashed her fist into a Salamance’s maw, sending it flinching back, ignoring the memories of that horrid mission they took on so long ago, and ran past it. She wasn’t in the mood to brawl with every random feral she came across. She didn’t have time. Every single one that got in her way took a fist or tail to the face, then Poppy sprinted past them, running as fast as she could through the winding floors of the Purifying Cave.

She barely took in her surroundings, the sound of static and pumping blood mixing to fill her ears with a horrid screech and squelch that drowned out everything else. The walls blurred around her as she ran, ignoring everything and everymon she passed by, her eyes only scanning for the stairs leading further down. The stones and gravel beneath her feet felt like nothing, her feet and hands numb as she ran on all fours, desperately hoping for just a bit of extra speed.

She had to go faster. She had to. Tuft Mew was in danger! They could be dying right then for all she knew! Or having her soul ‘purified’ or whatever the hell that meant. It didn’t matter! They were in danger and she had to save them. She couldn’t lose them again. She couldn’t grieve them a second time!

It went on and on.

Run.

Fight.

Search.

Descend.

Run.

Fight.

Search.

Fight.

Descend.

Run.

Search.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Descend.

Run.

Run.

Run.

RUN!

RUN!!!!

RUN FASTER DAMMIT!

The stairs lead down and down and down and down until-

Bright light flooded her vision. She reached the cave’s pit, a large open room, the aqua blue walls and floor and water contrasting harshly with the unconscious form floating in the centre of the room.

“TUFT!” Poppy screamed.

Mew floated lazily in the air, a sphere of pink psychic energy holding them aloft and sealing them tight. Their head lolled to the side, eyes closed, chest slowly moving up and down from their shaky breathing. They were hurt, they were hurt they were hurt they-

They were alive. She wasn’t too late.

Poppy ran toward them, but a zap down her spine warned her of danger, her battle instincts kicking in. She skid to a stop and rolled right, leaping out of the way of a Shadow Ball that exploded against the ground where she was.

‘That was too easy to dodge,’ she noted. ‘A warning shot.’

“Hol’ it!” a voice yelled. A familiar voice. “Don’t touch that there Mew!”

‘YOU!’

Poppy’s head snapped to the side to see Nuzleaf coming out from his hiding space behind a boulder, flanked on both sides by those god damned Beheeyem. The group moved in front of Tuft Mew, standing between them and Poppy.

Her breathing grew heavy as rage coursed through every fibre of her being, Poppy glared at Nuzleaf as hard as she could, feeling her entire body tense. Nuzleaf shrank under her gaze. Good. He deserved to fear her. If he was the one who attacked her, who sent that letter, who was trying t- to…

…he deserved what he had coming to him.

“Get out of my way,” she seethed. Nuzleaf and the Beheeyem stared back, making her lungs burn even more. “MOVE!”

“…‘fraid I can’t well do that,” Nuzleaf said, shaking his head. “I’m mighty sorry, kid. I know I caused you no end of trouble, but-”

“TROUBLE?” Poppy yelled. “TROUBLE? AFTER EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME HERE AND SAY ‘Sorry for the trouble’ WHILE TRYING TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!” Violet light filled her eyes, draconic fire flooding her throat, begging to be released. “SAVE IT! JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!”

“I don’t want this either!” Nuzleaf yelled back. “But we gotta wipe out that Dark Matter once and fer all!”

“We can’t take it!” one of the Beheeyem cried, holding its head in its hands, tears in its eyes. “We can’t be taken by that thing again! We can’t!”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t risk it. We can’t go through that kinda pain again!”

The fire in her throat burned hotter, screaming pain filling her lungs. Pain? They didn’t know anything about pain. After all the hurt they caused, they didn’t get to complain about pain. Not when it was their fault. Not when they were trying to hurt her again!

‘It wasn’t their fault. They were victims too. They didn’t want this’

“I… said… MOVE!” Poppy demanded. “Get out of my way before I make you!”

“Child, please!” Nuzleaf begged. “You gotta understand! We can’t let Dark Matter return! This is for the greater good! The world needs us!”

“WELL WHAT ABOUT ME?” Poppy screamed, tears flying from her eyes as she whipped around. “WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD TOOK TUFT AWAY FROM ME? WHEN I WAS ALONE? THE WORLD? TO HELL WITH THE WORLD! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED MY DAD!”

Every word she said opened up an old wound, picking at the scabbed over cuts and gashes, making each and every one raw and bloody. Her scales looked red and broken behind her tear-blurred gaze.

Nuzleaf’s eyes were wide as he stared at Poppy, the leaf on his head wilting. “I-” he croaked. “I didn’t- I thought you- why would-”

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! JUST MOVE! GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE-”

A speck of light floated from Mew’s chest.

Poppy’s burning blood suddenly went cold as she watched Tuft Mew’s form begin to shine, bright light glowing underneath their skin, motes of light shedding off of them and dancing into the air.

They were dying.

“NO!” Poppy screamed, running forward recklessly. She had to go! She had to get to them. Nuzleaf dashed in front of her, grabbing her by the chest and shoulder, holding her back. She thrashed in his hold, her mind filled with screaming static as she desperately tried to get him off her. “LET ME GO! PLEASE, LET ME GO LET ME GO! I HAVE TO-”

“I’m sorry, but it gotta be this way!” Nuzleaf yelled pleadingly into her ear. “It’s gotta end! You just gon have to accept this!”

Accept this? Like hell she would! She wouldn’t, couldn’t! Not now, not ever! She let Tuft go once, she wasn’t going to do it again! She fought harder against his grip, the screaming in her mind growing louder and louder as Mew’s form started to glow brighter-

-Tuft’s form started to glow brighter, lifting them off the ground and into the air, a sad smile on their face-

-the teal light taking over more and more of them form, blotting them out-

-Tuft floated up and up, out of Poppy’s reach. She screamed for them to come back, but they just went higher and higher up, the smile never leaving their face-

“Please Poppy! You just gotta let this go! I promise it’s gon be okay! It-”

“-It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I always am!”

“-you don’t want this, an’ I know I don’t deserve it, but you gotta do me this one favour and-”

“-don’t you cry! Not one tear! Not for me! I promise, it’ll-”

“-be okay! But you just gotta let-”

“NO!”

Poppy grabbed Nuzleaf by the throat and JAMMED her knee into his gut, forcing a painful wheeze from his lips. He crumpled underneath her, Poppy running towards Tuft Mew the second she was free. The Beheeyem moved to intercept, psychic energy gripping at Poppy’s limbs, but the second she felt it she released a Draconic Breath from her maw, flooding the cavern and forcing the Beheeyem back, breaking their concentration.

She stopped in front of Mew, grabbing the sphere that held them in place and bashing her fists against it, slamming down as hard as she could. Mew’s form glowed brighter and brighter, and with every mote of light that left their body, Poppy fought harder to break through.

“I WON’T!” she screamed. “I WON’T LET YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME AGAIN! I DON’T CARE IF THE WORLD BURNS! I DON’T CARE IF DARK MATTER COMES BACK! IF IT DOES, I’LL JUST BEAT IT AGAIN!”

A warmth fluttered in Poppy’s chest.

“I WON’T LET YOU TAKE TUFT AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!”

Rainbow light danced across her harmony scarf.

“I WON’T EVER LET THEM GO!”

The sphere shattered in her grip as her harmony scarf ignited, the fabric burning away in a rainbow of fire, the explosion sending Poppy hurtling back into Nuzleaf’s waiting arms, the force nearly sending the both of them to the floor. She ripped her eyes open, gaze immediately snapping back to Mew to see the motes of light dancing around them stop… hold for a moment…

..before shooting back into them, rebuilding their body, putting it back together.

And as life returned to them, the rainbow shine of the burning harmony scarf was mirrored in Mew’s chest, a new light filling the air. A single, golden mote escaped from their heart, slowly drifting through the air towards Poppy’s burning scarf. And as they touched, the rainbow flames turned gold in an instant, exploding in light. Poppy’s eyes were forced shut, their vision swimming as they tried to open them again, desperately looking around the blurred and spinning room, trying to find Mew, to see they were okay, to see them alive. But when the room finally came into focus, she didn’t just see Mew. She saw…

…Tuft. The real Tuft. Not Mew, the pokemon that was forced to fill the void in her heart, but honest to god Tuft, the stupid, stupid, selfish, annoying, infuriating, beautiful Fenniken. They were just as Poppy remembered them, their fur unkempt and fluffy and filled with a random assortment of twigs and leaves, their stupidly big ears flopping around and covering half their face, a smile on their face despite their closed eyes.

They were back.

“Wha-” Poppy muttered, the words dying on her tongue. Her mouth felt dry, ragged breaths clawing at her throat, trying to escape. She didn’t dare blink, couldn’t close her eyes for a second, because if she did she’d realize this was a dream, that it was fake, that Tuft was still gone. She needed this moment to last just a little longer, needed Tuft to still be there, needed-

“So that’s Tuft.”

A pink paw lightly traced Tuft’s face, running through their fur. Mew was awake, floating gently next to Tuft, eyes taking in their form (as everyone should always do). They had a strangely peaceful look on their face, one that… didn’t remind Poppy of Tuft. Everything about the way Mew was holding themself was wrong. It wasn’t Tuft. It was so different to before.

“I was wondering who it was,” Mew continued. “I felt them, you know? I could feel that bit of their soul in mine. It was so strong, so overpowering.” Mew laughed lightly, shaking their head, a silly grin on their face. “They can be very… persistent, you know?”

Poppy couldn’t help but laugh along in disbelief. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Her laughs turned to choked coughs and cries. “H-how…”

“Well, it seems that your plan worked, Xatu.”

Despite a part of her screaming not to look away, Poppy managed to tear her eyes away just enough that she could see the approaching figures out of the corner of her eye, unable to understand what she was seeing.

“Ampharos?” she muttered. “A-and… Mawile, and Xatu? What are…”

Ampharos sighed, looking down at Poppy guiltily. “I’m very sorry for the pain,” he said gently. “I’m afraid that all of this was a bit of a setup to bring you here.”

“What?”

Xatu stepped forward, holding a wing out with practised grace, his eyes glowing with psychic power. “I saw it,” he boomed, his commanding voice filling the room. “I saw Tuft, sealed within Mew, waiting to be freed. I saw Mew’s collapse, and I knew it had nothing to do with Dark Matter. I saw it all.”

Poppy looked between them in confusion. “Then why…”

“Because to break the barrier,” Mawile explained, “we needed you. We needed your true feelings to shine. Your connection to Tuft was the only thing powerful enough to break through to them.” She gestured to the room around them, looking in circles. “We knew that here, on this sacred ground, the seal holding Tuft back could be released.”

“But your feelings needed to be true,” Ampharos continued. “We needed them to be real. We needed you to show everything.” He paused, looking away and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck. “And, well… you, uh… you’re-”

“You would never dare show your feelings without us forcing your hand,” Mawile said simply and without any guilt, shrugging her shoulders. Ampharos shrank down a bit more, chuckling humourlessly.

“Yes, that.”

Poppy could barely understand what she was hearing. All of this… was just a trick to get her to say how she felt? Because if she screamed it loud enough, Tuft would come back? Was that really all it took? Could she have done this from the start? Could she have brought them home months ago if she had just been true?

“Of course, we couldn’t do this on our own,” Ampharos said, snapping Poppy out of her spiralling thoughts. “Which is why it’s so lucky that Nuzleaf and his companions came along.”

Poppy’s head snapped up to Nuzleaf who was still holding her, surprised to see a gentle, loving smile on his face. For the first time in what felt like centuries, he looked like the man she knew. The one she thought she knew.

…maybe it was the real him. Maybe she did know him after all.

“Was a mighty fine coincidence,” Nuzleaf said. “We been lookin’ fer a way to make up for all the trouble we done caused. And whad’ya know, it just so happened that yer friends here needed someone to play the part of a villain.” He chuckled to himself. “Fortunately, I had some mighty fine practice.”

…he helped them? He… helped save Tuft… for her…

“Though… I could’a done without the walloping I got for it…”

Mew giggled into their palm, spinning in the air. “Yeah, sorry about that!” they chirped, not sounding sorry at all. “But hey, you shouldn’t have tricked me into coming here if you didn’t wanna get booped!” Mew looked back down at Tuft and smiled. “But you know, I’m glad I came here. I think it was worth it.”

Everything started blurring around Poppy. She couldn’t believe this. This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t happening. They couldn’t take the heartbreak they’d feel when the dream ended. Everyone helping them, Nuzle- Dad coming back to her, Tuft…

It was too good to be true. She needed someone to pinch her. She needed someone to tell her this was real. She needed-

“Poppy?”

Poppy’s eyes immediately snapped over to Tuft, finding them staring back at her. She scrambled to get to them, Nuzleaf letting her go in an instant, dropping her to the ground as she crawled over to them, grabbing their head and placing it in her lap. She put a hand on their cheek, relishing in the light, familiar warmth coming from it, helping Tuft to look her in the eye.

“Tuft,” she breathed. “Y- you- your-”

“Hey, you.” Tuft smiled weakly for a moment, before their expression dropped, guilt in their eyes. “Poppy, I-” they started before letting out a yelp as Poppy dragged them into a hug, squeezing them as tight as she could.

“Shut up,” she demanded, her voice wavering from the tears in her eyes. “You… you are never allowed to leave me again. You’re mine, got it? You don’t get to leave me.”

Tuft tensed for one, eternal, agonizing moment, before quickly letting go, falling into Poppy’s embrace in a way that felt so right, like they were finally where they belonged. “Okay,” they whispered, their breath hot on Poppy’s neck, sending lightning down her spine. She held them as close as she could, relishing in the feeling of their fur against her scales.

For the first time in months, everything was right in the world.

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Tuft (rightfully) assumed that all of this was Poppy’s way of confessing her feelings and figured they were dating. Poppy (being the emotionally constipated idiot that she is) didn’t realize it came out like that. The two figured it out eventually.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[sotogalmo]

12:22

Nevermore by sasakure...... Such a Luka song but like. Also. Ivan- but I see it as like. How similar they are

[ccaptain]

   ' ━Ah, so that's your brand new hiding place. '

   A pair of familiar, inadvisable shoes seemingly materializes out of thin air. There's a grin on the man's face as he bends down to eye level, red hues exploring the hiding space his stray snuck in and slowly turning on the side of incredulous concern.

   ' How in the hell did ya managed to get in here? You're taller than me, and almost as bulk, too! Only someone like Brother Hanu could get cramped in here, and even he... '

   They both know how. the Enigma doesn't answer him, limiting himself into quietly staring at his adoptive father as the playfulness in his voice disappears.

   ' One of these days, huh? ' A sigh. ' Come on- scoot over, 'm coming in. '

   There's a long pause. Kaeya doesn't move- but he resumes speaking, a tad on the side of incredulous.

   ' Dad... It's too big for both of us, We'll both be stuck if you come in. '

   ' That so? ' The man named Gallagher sighs with relief, chuckling in the same breath. ' Right. Would have been worth a shot, though- look who's speaking again. '

   It rips a chuckle out of him, for the way it always works- his dad is never afraid to do something scandalously funny to shock him out of overthinking. This includes trying to reach for him in a small, battered metal closet.

   Sometimes, it's just a thing that needs to be done.

   There's a can of something similiar to SoulGlad in violet-hued fingers, the comfortable silence, and his father's leg pressed against his as they sit with their backs on the wall. 

   A drop of condensation comes in contact with his thumb, unfelt. This is where Enigma breaks the silence.

   ' Dad... '

   He hesitates, a million questions in his mind. He picks the closest one, reels the others in.

   ' This feeling of emptiness... when will it stop? I thought it was going to go away on his own, but it never did. Never does. '

   There's an awry sound coming from his side. ' Hard to say, ' he starts, the movement that turns his face into a small grimace of sympathy. ' 'm kinda afraid that you put yourself into a bad situation, kid. '

   ' I did? '

   ' Yup. This... ' He gestures at Kaeya entirely, careful, ' avatar that you took, the one you told me belongs to your friend... you're really not supposed to do that. Take his looks, I mean- it just makes everything more complicated than it needs to be. Adds a whole lot of weight where there shouldn't be. Kinda jumbles everything that should be simple... ' 

   His dad trails off, irises taking on the looks of his stray without the irony shining in his eyes.

   ' You still haven't told me why ya picked him, out of all traits you could have taken. Of the amalgamate you coulda been. '

   No- no, he has not. The reason only makes sense in his brain, only tie together when Kaeya Alberich has been in the life of someone for a while. And Kaeya Alberich never got to know his father at all.

   His mouth opens, words lost. Impostor closes it, opens it again, shakes his head almost helplessly, the faint buzz of confusion starting behind his eyes before a warm hand ruffles his hair, stays in place over mussled cobalt locks.

   ' Don't sweat it, ' the man that is his father tells him, a lopsided grin on his face. ' As long as it makes sense to you, it's alright. You gotta solve this emptiness thing yourself- I can't help you much, here. '

   A few pats on his dusty behind, and his dad is up and going again. Kaeya shakes his head at the hand being offered to him, signaling that he'd like to be alone and in here a little longer.

   ' You gotta be glad we have a lotta time to think about stuff, no? 'is the last thing he tells Kaeya before he's out, leaving a wink and the bark of a laughter behind.

   and a cold can of soda, untouched.

   The hut is empty. There's nobody else but him, and the unheartly silence of the abandoned planet hs picked as his residence.

   Kaeya's digits follow the jagged edges of his newest wound, a gaping hole where pale diamond should be. The skin has been broken like porcelaine, long cobalt strands trying to hide the lack of eye and the emptiness where skull and human gore should be.

   Gray materia floats around his head, trying to recompose him and shoo his fingers, foreign, cold objects, away from the problem. But the wound is fresh, terribly big, and the effort requires an addictional component to speed up the healing factor. 

   The surviving eye is as faulty as the one he took from Kaeya Alberich: all he sees are shadows dancing out of his reach, the blurry, darkened form of the table, the chairs, the kitchenette and the items he so loves to decorate having become hostile obstacles he has to avoid.

   In the corner of the main room, there are two big tanks of the liquid coming from the Misty Sea- it's what he needs to fix the missing side of his head.

   It's what he needs. A few steps ahead, and he'll close his digits around the neck of one. Feel around the tab in the bathub, plug it in, and pour.

   Simple actions to restore himself.

   But he thinks. And thinks. And he can't do this.

   He can't do this.

   He just can't do this.

   He can't move. 

   But he has to.

   The next minutes, perhaps hours, perhaps days, are a blur. All he knows is that, when he comes to some sort of consciousness again, his fingers are still tight around the plastic neck of a much lighter tank, the smell of the restoring liquid is right under his nose. His location seems to have changed.

   Kaeya doesn't remember doing all this. All that he knows is that the ceramic of the bathub is so wonderfully cold and grounding against his warm, cracked skin, and he doesn't want to move. He has no will to, but something in his body has reacted to try and make him fix himself.

   But he can't do it. His legs feel like lead, like cement.

   He can't do it.

   He wants to.

   But he just can't do it.

   Triumph and progress feeds people with some sort of frenzy, an injection of adrenaline putting them on top of the world, wanting to shout to look at them! They can accomplish ANYTHING!

   But he isn't a person. It makes sense that the little energy he had after completing his mission has oozed out of him from the gaping wound.

   An injury won't kill him- simply slow him down. His dad and mentor said that he has all the time in the world to do what he needs and wants to do, figure out when the emptiness ends.

   Today, it doesn't. It presses him against the cold surface, and he's happy to allow his heavy body to surrender, letting his warmth disperse over it.

   He can stay like this for a bit. He did what he had to do, and now it's time for him to give in to exhaustion. Just for a little bit of time, just for a small nap.

   With the part of his forehead that can still feel, Kaeya curls against the side of cold marble, and lets his eyelid fall shut over the mocking of shadows dancing just out of his reach.

   Maybe the emptiness never goes away. But I can rest for a bit... just for a little bit... and then I'll be good to go.

   Just for a little bit...

[master-missysversion]

Probably unpopular confession but as much as I love the relationships in the chibnall era and the rtd era, i dont think they had anything on the Moffat era relationships. And I don't just mean romantic relationships, I mean all of them.

I see people say a lot that the relationships between the 13th doctor and companions isn't strong enough but tbh I dont find them any less interesting and engaging than the rtd era relationships, but the moffat era relationships oh my god. They all drive me insane

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also if only the physical copy of how to disappear completely & never be found i first encountered & read a few years ago (sort of [roughly avg age ten] reader book, not any similarly titled How To) hadn't disappeared completely & not been found since, probably b/c i put it somewhere i intended to be For Safekeeping, which is also how my binder vanished....b/c it's one of those like. those book for late elementary/middle school readers when they just weave in this unrealism which makes for a delightful range & unpredicability? and with a cynical protagonist girl like off to the races like wow her mom is depressed asf & smoking? and it's about A Family History Secrets Mystery so blatantly a haunting that the inciting incident is basically introducing a haunted [family history secrets mystery] house. and spoilers don't matter like it's stemming from there being this missing uncle who grew up so in contrast to the Winsome Winning Sibling Who Does It All Right while seeing his own affiliation with rats that he tried to disappear completely & never be found which led to this Tragedy which led to this more unintended disappearance of his & he haunts this house & wants to be left alone & only goes out at night with this [ambiguous Is That A Giant Rat Or Weird Small Dog (protagonist affected by these family situations who expresses her preoccupation with an awareness of how fate can Strike and Get you with this interest with roving packs of killer chihuahuas. people think she's weird though she spontaneously befriends this other girl struck with this bolt from the blue & a bit weird / outcast & then Insightful who i wish was in it more)] & plays into the hauntedness danger like playing into the [something's Wrong with you then] until having to take yet more action where the urge to express the truth comes out more both b/c living that hidden is more threatened but also b/c now the niece children are more threatened as well. ft. a sort of preternatural blurring of time b/c of only being communicated with through this uncle via his comic pages (that he paints?) of dubiously accurate translations of irl events that are created so quickly it seems to verge on foresight, imagine like "hmm what's this painting. it's me standing in this room looking at this painting??? as someone ominous lurks in the shadows right behind me?" in both [now how could you know this & paint it really fast ahead of time] and [horror]

[donaviolet]

HAD TO make this one

as if her casino wasn't the gayest thing ever already

[cinnabeat]

literally what was the point of hiding brains face in the beginning

[seventh-district]

it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!