#wimsie speaks

[skaldish]

I fell asleep and dreamed up a word

Mue: The feeling or sense of wonder and intrigue that arises from comprending something via deepened connection or bonding.

Sounded a bit like "mew."

[vom-verdant-vagabond-valiccio]

Some of the details of each hemul intrigue me. Is the point of Mr. Hemulen’s “unnatural abilities” because of how he is the only one to ever break the 4th wall by responding to what the narrator said at the end of the gold rush episode?

The original autism creatures honestly.

(also this is like a regular tag game, if you want you can reblog and tag which one you are [esp if it's multiple of them] and also tag a friend to join!!)

[skruttet]

imma keep it real with you chief, an SOS sounds more like wimsy than joxter, if it's either of them. it'd be really nice if the "old friend" was a fun character cameo tho..... but it seems more focused on the adventure with pappa and moomintroll and this "fierce creature"

UNLESS it's one of those funny plots where the "fierce creature" turns out to be the person they're looking for all along, but they got covered in mud or ice or something and can't speak properly so the others think they're a monster at first

[writers-in-moominvalley]

💡Lightbulb Moment💡

There comes a point where, if you've read enough of the comics by Lars Jansson, or even those handful where he collaborated with Tove as a writer for the "Jansson" phase of the comics (as I like to call it), you notice that the Inspector shows up suspiciously often for a cameo featuring dialog for one or two panels at the very least, and then you hilariously realized that the Inspector is quite possibly Lars' favorite non-main character.

It's so silly, this guy barely had a personality, he was like a different hemulen every comic along with every other police hemulen up until Club Life in Moominvalley where he's finally given his iconic scarf and obliviousness but not much else, and then Lars comes in and picks this guy up by the scruff and decided to make him one of the most queercoded guys in the comic.

I hear Lars had a big interest in detective novels and had experience translating them but I'm not as well-versed with the life stories of the Janssons as I am with their Moomin works so I could be missing something but my word does Lars' favoritism become apparent by the time you realize the first comic he made after the whole strip was given to him established some very major details about the police station's operations and it becomes difficult to name a strip thereafter that doesn't have atleast one panel featuring the Inspector in some capacity.

This isn't a criticism as much as it is an amusing observation because I myself am an Inspector enjoyer, I am glad Lars made him quite the character, he is charmingly silly, he goes against many hemulenish and police conventions of the time and he casually rebels against conventions of traditional western masculinity.

Possibly the first appearance of the Inspector we know was in Moomin and the Martians, where he is the second police Inspector to show up in the comic and is mostly irritated by being a walking lightbulb because of the alien device, then was followed adoringly by the Martian because he reminds him of his electric mother. When the effects of the device wore off, he greets the Martian enthusiastically but the Martian is upset and wants to go back to his mum, and despite learning that this small creature is the Martian that the police has been searching for through the entire comic, he does the kindness of trying to comfort him and takes him to the Moomins via blanketed basket, even calling the Martian a darling when speaking with Moominpappa. I would also like to note he's the first ever policeman who took his hat/helmet off in the whole comic strip.

The first real establishment of the Inspector's interest in roses was in Moomin Winter, where he mentions them as an excuse to not take in the Nibling in fear of any child's ability to ruin them, even insinuating that they're worse than criminals. He's also established as a sweet tooth, a fact that he is embarrassed to admit even to Moominmamma who seems to be a very close old friend according to an earlier comic, Club Life in Moominvalley. He also sneaks into Moominhouse's basement to play poker and drink home-distilled whiskey with Moominpappa and Wimsy whom are established as having very troublesome pasts.

Moomin's Lamp, Lars' first comic, established his "prisons" to be very homely, filled with frilly decorum and motivational quotes amidst the etched wall graffiti and traditional prison bed, and the Inspector would cook meals for the prisoners, and while Finland is currently known to have very humane prisons these days, this comic was published in 1960 when the idea of prisons being a place for rehabilitation wasn't a popular idea.

And this is only to mention the major points of his character development, there are many things to point out about the Inspector between and after these comics. There's points to be made about his taste in interior design, his fixation on roses even above his job, his consumption of detective novels, his less than dignified sweet tooth and tea parties with the other police officers, his minor-to-possibly-major crimes, his ownership of weapons (none of which are firearms), his straight up avoidance of duty in the winter, his status as a bachelor, his leniency, his relationship with Stinky and even the Moomins and his constables, his nephew, so many things about him as so fascinating for me to think about.

And to have all of this be watered down/straightwashed in the 90s series then straight up ignored in the 2019 series feels like a bummer to me. Most of what made his character feel so out of place yet right at home in Moominvalley is his queerness and otherwise general disinterest in his job, and while queer people have had a long history of practically being at war with the police and the law as a whole, I think the Police Inspector being the way he is reinforces the queer fantasy of the Moomins.

(You sound like you're concerned about him finding something in particular out, Mr. Inspector. Even Snorkmaiden is raising her eyebrow)

And to have this characterization coming from Lars' writing when he doesn't seem to put that much queerness into other things is something to consider I think.

Also I got off track from what I initially wanted to say about his almost customary cameos in the Lars comics but I keep laughing thinking about how Lars put what could likely be his grandparent in a time travel comic, the resemblance between them is uncanny despite the different uniform.

[wimsiecal]

What did you thought of the new Helluva Boss episode?

DUDE

DUDE

Okay so at first I was a little... confused? Mostly because of Blitzø. I know he's always been kind of obsessed with watching Millie and Moxxie, but him and Mox seemed to have a bit better of an understanding in the last episode, so I wasn't sure why he wasn't listening to him when he told him not to come and it was just something for him and Millie.

It is typical Blitzø yeah but... idk.

I think the main part that confused me is... if he knew that Fizz was there and he didn't want Fizz or the M&Ms to know he was there, WHY WOULD HE STAND UP AND BASICALLY ANNOUNCE HIS PRESENCE?? Like yeah maybe he just really wanted to stand up for them which is nice but... idk it just came off really ...odd??

"Oh I gotta secretly watch my employees/friends on their marriage anniversary, and try really hard to get into this place and bring my regal boytoy just to get in... oh my ex rival thing is here now I gotta hide from him too... HEY GUYS IT'S ME BLITZØ HERE IN THE OPEN FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT EVERYTHING I'VE DONE WRONG EVER"

VGGFJgsjxjsjdhnf idk xD

Blitzø aside... (for now) I thoroughly enjoyed Stolas in this. He was absolutely adorable!!

"That's a mood, Gabriella" <- is going to be my new favorite quote

"Oh! Oh my! Oh no! No but yes!"

hggmhf almost everything he said just made me smile, and he was so excited to go on a date with Blitzø and it was so precious!!! He was so sad beforehand so he really needed an outing... which obviously didn't turn out for the best but at least he was a little happier at first..?

And then him getting embarrassed for being seen with an imp... wow. Honestly didn't think I'd see that from him. Mostly because he's been so out in the open about it. To literally everyone. I guess the higher-ups are what gets under his skin. He's royalty, I guess he's got a reputation to maintain in their eyes.

Not much to say about M&M, they were adorable as usual. I loved the way Millie looked in her outfit and that lipstick on her was gorgeous <3

Ok now... that song.

Wow!!!! That song!!! Ozzie can sing dude!!

To be expected but still holy moly he nailed it!! I have been listening to that song and thinking about it for days man xD

I adore Fizzaroli. Hands down. I thought I liked his robo version but the real deal is so much better.

What can I say? I love chaotic characters with this like asshole side to them xD

It was cool to see Verosika again, she pretty much admitted what the whole fandom knew to be true all along that Blitzø didn't reciprocate

Anyway. That car scene??? 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

Holy moly. Brandon... how are you so talented?? Seriously how was he never a VA before?? Absolutely fantastic performance.

You could just hear and feel everything in Blitzø's tone. You could tell what he meant. He felt like Stolas only wanted him for sexy times and not an actual relationship. Damn.

He wants a relationship with him but he's so broken and doesn't feel like he's worthy or that Stolas really wants anything more.

Hearing Stolas just talk to him in a calm and soft way "we could talk or watch a movie" ohhh it broke my heart gghghhhggj

The end scene completely broke me. Poor Blitzø, seriously. He's just so messed up. Those pics were definitely him and Fizz and they dated. No changing my mind. Gosh..

But he purposefully went through those photos and the fact that all he had to do was see one picture of his family and it broke him down like that really says something about how much he loves them. Are they even still alive..??? What happened to them?

Anyway, yes! Sorry this was so long. I loved it! It was very very good! They deliver bangers almost every single time 💗

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Wimsy providing us with the good kush! (Aka ohmygoodness I have so many ideas!)

Aw~ Thank you Darling one, I’m glad you’re enjoying them 😘🖤

[likeadevils]

fearless, speak now and 1989

so like, i 100% understand and respect these choices. like. they’re all very movement focused in a way that gestures towards the mood of the album and capture a sense of wimsy and and a very perfect set of imperfection, but like. fearless and speak now aren’t incredibly unique covers. like they’re iconic, but structurally they’re part of that 2000s white background album that’s just. not for me? they’re both iconic and wonderful examples of the trend— especially fearless, i think the minimalism led is itself to the album— but idk they’re both still fairly average covers to me

[shelby-love]

MATT CASEY

Beginning of a family.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: Angst (labour Kind of angst), of course a happy ending

Authors noter: I decided to do normal labor with a tiny wimsy complication because I tried so hard to have a good plot for difficult labour but it was waay too hard to make it so I dedicated to just do it like this. Hope it's okay! I LOVE IT!? Maybe it's because we all know how much Matt wants to start a family + If any of you have a better fitting Casey gif my messages are open for you to send to me! This gif isn't all that great.

~

You support your back and pace around the living room. At 9 months pregnant the only position that makes you feel somewhat comfortable is actually standing... Or better said - walking. Having just recovered from a hormonal breakdown because of your lack of fitting clothes, you found walking to be the way to get rid of some steam that was built inside of you like a 16th century fortress.

"Two weeks Y/N. Two more weeks to go," Days when Matt is working are definitely the worst. You're all alone at home with no one to cuddle with. I ran out of cake mix too. Your thoughts were occupied by cravings and everything above. This baby wore you out!

Your lower back ached as you supported yourself with your arms. Small pufs of air and a few curses escaped your mouth here and there.

No matter what you went through you still cherished every moment of the pregnancy, always thinking of the end. The end in which everything is finally going to be worth it. You would look at your belly every morning since you found out you were going to be a mom. No cramps could ruin that joy for you.

The journey was amazing for Matt too, he wanted nothing more than start a family with you. He loved caressing your stomach, gasping slightly every time your baby kicked and moved. It was his favourite sight to see.

Every time he left to go to work, he always said goodbye to you, kissing you softly on the lips, and also on your belly. He wanted the baby to hear his voice and that's the reason why he sometimes talked to your belly more than to you. 

He never missed any of your regular checkups either.

Those checkups that meant the world to you couldn't prepare you for the labour that you were going to go through.

***

A week later, you're in a hospital bed, in the most pain you ever felt and thought possible.

"Okay Y/N I need you to push!" Your doctor instructs you. He was there since the beginning and his familiar face eased your wish for kicking him in the face for yelling at you.

"I can't do it, Matt, please. I can't do it." Sweat trickles down your forehead.

"Yes you can baby. Y/N you can do it." It was a relief to see Matt with you. The baby decided to come just when he was supposed to finish with his shift.

The waiting room is filled with firefighters but the one you need it right next to you.

"I'm a tough-ass woman." You tell yourself. Both Matt and your doctor nod excessively at your words of encouragement.

You grab his hand and squeeze. Hard. You don't fail to catch his facial expression. Matt finches at the strength of your grip.

"Matt do you want to switch places?" Sudden wave of anger overcomes your senses. "So you can see what it's like to do this!"

"Here honey hold my hand."

"Okay, maybe not so hard, baby."

You shoot him an angry look. "You said to take it, so I did - now deal with it!"

"You're right. I'm right here with you. Break my hand if you need to." As another contraction hits you, both you and Matt yell out in pain.

Matt being in pain kind of makes you feel better about your situation so you squeeze his hand even harder. Once the contraction is over you let go of his hand and take deep breaths.

"Do you need me to take a look at your hand?" Your doctor proposes. Matt flexes his fingers to see if they still work.

The half an hour that comes after that is blurry.

"Okay the baby is not moving as fast as I would like. Y/N I'm going to need you to push really hard for me. It's either that or a C-section."

At the mention of the latter Matt speaks up. "Cut her open? I don't know. Y/N what do you want to do?"

Your brain swarms with questions. "Would the baby be in danger if I keep pushing."

"You are okay to push Y/N but it's not a decision you can take much time making. You need to decide."

"That's good to know. I have to decide now?" You start to panic, imagining the worst of scenarios, but Matt is there stroking your forehead and holding your hand in his almost broken one.

"What if I make the wrong choice?" You sniff.

"Right now there is no wrong choice. If you decide right now. You are going to have this baby at the end of this. One way or another."

You look at Matt and suddenly it's clear what he wants to tell you. The decision is yours to make.

"I will do it naturally. But with the epidural." You lay back and take deep breaths as your doctor calls for an anesthesiologist. After some time the pain doesn't remotely stop. "This hurts real bad guys!"

Your announcement of pain startles Matt and "How long does it take to get some pain medicine around here?" In that moment, after those words came out, you never loved him more.

5 minutes later another doctor comes in the room and stabbed you with a giant needle in a matter that looked quite merciless to you. The reason you didn't give him a piece of your mind was simple - the pain you felt fell drastically and you sighed in relief.

You rest for a while before you have to start pushing. You do as you're told and before you know it you eventually open your eyes to the most precious sight - your baby.

You look at Matt who has tears in his eyes as he drinks in the sight. Your love for him was bigger than ever before. Tears flow down your rosy cheeks as you fight for words. "I... How did that big of a thing come out of me? I mean, look at the size of him/her!"

Matt laughs before coming down to kiss your temple. "Y/N do you want to hold your baby before the nurses take him/her?"

You know how much first skin to skin contact is important. You nod your head. With shaky hands and Matt's help you slip your hospital gown off your shoulders as your doctor hands you your squirming baby and lays him/her on your bare chest.

Tears gather in the corners of your mouth, "Oh my God, you're here."

You look up to see tears streaming down your husband's face. You hold and talk to your baby for a few moments before one of the nurses takes him/her. The nurse carries your son/daughter to get cleaned up and then you slip your gown back on. "You were amazing Y/N. I'm so proud of you."

"How are you feeling?"

"You know Matt... I'm feeling like a torn up piece of paper. Literally."

"Yeah," he laughs. "That looked rough."

A little while later, both you and your baby are taken care of. You're cleaned up and wrapped in a safety bubble that is your family. Matt and you take your time drinking in the sight of your newborn baby.

"We made that." You retort as you play with his/her small fingers. "Shhh. It's okay little one. Mommy and daddy are here."

You rock your baby gently to calm him/her. "I know you haven't gotten to hold our baby for long but I'm just dying to cuddle with him/her."

A soft laugh escapes your lips as you carefully hand him your baby. Matt bends down as you lift the baby up to him. "Just support his/her head. There you go. You're a natural honey."

Your heart melts at the sight in front of you. After wanting to have a family for so long, Matt finally has a baby of his own. A baby with you. You watch as he stares down at your son/daughter, and your heart bursts. You've never loved him more.

You run your fingers over your babies head and cheeks while Matt talks to him/her.

Soon you're lulled out of your world by a knock on the door. A very familiar set of firefighters poke their way inside your room.

"Can we meet him/her?" Both Matt and you can't refuse their puppy eyes as you carefully introduce them all to your baby.

That's how the rest of your day is spent. In the comfort of your family, extended and first.

MASTERLIST

[thelittlemermage]

I just really hate how it’s acceptable nowadays to dump serious accusations in random people’s askbox and run. At least if you make a callout post it’s attached to your name, you’re saying it with your whole chest. But this sneaking around is like...why? Why did you just dump this huge responsibility on someone else? Is it because you don’t want to have to provide sources? Why is that? If I really thought someone was dangerous I’d want people to take it seriously. I’d be happy to provide all the info I had about it, especially when it comes to protecting children. But no, conveniently, there seems to never be any information available. But who cares, right? It’s too late for it to matter. Because that seed you planted is still enough to ruin someone’s reputation just because people will read it once and assume it’s true. It’s not just about Wimsie (but wow, did you really have to do that to the nicest person in this fandom? That’s who you choose to fuck with?) it’s actually becoming an issue for a lot of people. And I can’t even imagine it’s coming from some sort of genuine place of misunderstanding because no one ever comes forward to admit they may have been wrong or at least to show why they think what they do. 

I wish I knew what the motive was. If I had to guess, it seems like the idea of nsfw art really bothers people. Once you think someone may have committed the crime of drawing nsfw art of consenting adults (because apparently we are living in the Victorian era and sex is bad and evil), suddenly it’s time to burn them at the stake, and the quickest and most convenient way to get this done is to accuse them of being weird to minors. It’s like there are these dots to be connected, but instead of looking at the finished picture and being like “Yep, that’s a furry”, you got crayon going all over the place muttering to yourself about This drawing is a cartoon and children watch cartoons so therefore, this person likes children!? Yes, that’s why they draw the middle aged mice men. Because children. Glad I figured that out. Now let me just complete this picture of the mice kissing and send that anon hate. 

It’s not adding up lol. And half the time these alleged drawings aren’t even attached to anyone’s main account or posted in spaces that minors could see them or maybe they don’t exist at all because no one wants to back up their claims. And if that’s the case then who the fuck cares?? If it’s not being shoved in your face and you have to actively go searching for it then what’s the issue? I think fandom now is the safest it’s ever been when it comes to separating adult works so children don’t come across them. Everyone in this fandom genuinely cares about that. And that’s how it should be. Keeping adult works in appropriate places keeps them out of google searches and wider fandom spaces. But to propose that these adults who are doing their job and doing their own thing in their own spaces are then predatory for even speaking to a minor in wider fandom space is just....like how does that make sense? 

I might as well just set my watch for someone to read this and purposefully omit the part where I’m speaking about consenting adult characters and wait for someone to call me a proshipper or whatever other buzzword you want to throw around when people have an opinion that isn’t ~ban all adult art because it’s yucky~. :| You are free to think it’s yucky, but I would love it if people could say that without making it about something else. It is seriously okay to just not like things, even things that don’t hurt you but you do not personally like. It is not normal to create really gross lies about innocent people just because of that. People are actually being hurt, it’s not some fucking game. 

[peridotswallow]

The Amusing Salad Survey

(Yes that was me. This is in character as Rough Draft)

Aim: Discover common themes in Triumphant senses of humour. This will help in better entertaining them when the opportunity arises.

Theory: There will likely be a focus on suffering or physical humour. I expect to see morbid jokes about the Durian’s deadly nature

Question: What is the Funniest fruit? What is the most Amusing vegetable?

Answers:

Mandrake x1

Banana x2

Onion x1 (note: because of tears)

chilly pepper x2 (note: because the misery is amusing to watch)

Lemons x1 (note: misery caused)

Durian x1 (note: unpleasant smell causing misery)

Corn x1 (note: innefficiency of cooking it.)

Juicy Berries x1 (note: go off quicker then expected.)

Grapes x1 (note: Wine puns)

Conclusion: Our theory has been confirmed except for the Durian. We expected jokes about death, not fart jokes. This might be because of the innocence of the question. They enjoy physical humour and suffering, but death is less humourous to them then anticipated.

Actions to take: We shall work on our slapstick and prank skills. It may be worth doing a more thorough survey to determine things in more detail. However, I don’t want to be annoying.

(Thank you for indulging my beans curiousity: @lcpdog, @noxportentum, @lost-dead-ones, @dark--lips, @theunielding, @culinaricn)

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Consequences of Love and War: War Drabble Series Part VI (Part I)

Harry and Ginny were waiting by the back door when Hermione stumbled in fifteen minutes past midnight. They both looked worried and a bit relieved to see her but she didn't really have it in her to care.

"You're late," Harry said. "We thought-"

"Draco wouldn't have turned me over to them, Harry." She said without feeling. "And it was your idea in the first place."

He frowned at her tone, "I know. I was just worried I made a mistake."

"Me too," she whispered.

"Hermione-" He reached for her but Ginny pulled him back.

"Leave her, Harry."

"But-"

"Now is not the time," she told him, sadness evident in her voice.

Hermione was grateful for her intervention. She loved Harry, she really did, and she'd do anything for him. She'd already done so much for him but she just couldn't look at him right now. It hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. She was surprised she wasn't drowning in a puddle of her own tears.

The thought of a shower entered her mind but it was fleeting. She was too tired for that. Instead, she went straight to the room that she and Rhea had shared and stripped out of her clothes, climbing into the bed with nothing but her knickers and an old worn shirt. She grabbed the faded purple blanket that her daughter had slept with and snuggled up with it, pressing her nose to the fabric in the attempt to memorize the smell there. Tears sprang to her eyes and her heart felt like it was about to rupture from the pressure inside her chest. She wanted Rhea. She wanted to kiss her face and run her fingers through her hair. She wanted to sing her to sleep and argue about which book to read. She wanted her baby. Was it too late to take it back? She could send him a secret letter again, beg him to return their daughter to her. She knew he'd do it. He'd do it if she asked him.

No.

She couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to Rhea. It was the right thing to do. He had the capability to get her out of London. He had power. He could move freely. She would be well fed and taken care of. She'd be warm and have a stable, unchanging environment. She wouldn't be in the cross fire. What kind of mother would she be if she brought her back to hunger and fear?

No, she couldn't do that to her. She had a chance to live well until the war ended. And if the worst case scenario happened, and The Resistance failed, she wouldn't be in the line of fire. She'd survive. And that's what Hermione wanted. It was more important that she stay alive.

So she clutched the blanket in her hands and let herself cry. She couldn't be selfish, not with Rhea's life.

She had to be strong.

She'd told her daughter to be brave, so she needed to brave too.

****

"Wimsy," Draco called the elf to his side and gave him the small bag he'd brought with them, "Will you go ahead of us and get the guest room closest to mine ready for Rhea?"

"Of course, Master," he replied, bowing slightly before popping out of existence.

"Where did Mr. Wimsy go?"

"He's getting a bedroom ready for you."

Her eyes widened. "I get a whole room?"

He chuckled at the expression on her face. "Yes, you get your very own room. I'll get you your own toys too."

He lead her through the back hallways of the manor to his wing. When he opened the door to her room she stopped, blue eyes taking in everything from the furniture to the wall sconces. "Wow."

"Do you like it," he asked, hand gently leading her further inside.

"Yes!" she nodded happily. "It's pretty."

"I'm glad."

Wimsy stood by the bedside table, a pair of pink pajamas in his hands. He set them on the bed and asked, "Is there anything else you'll be requiring, sir?"

"No," Draco dismissed, "You can go."

Again the old elf bowed and disappeared.

"I think it's time to get you to bed. It's rather late and growing girls need their sleep."

Rhea jumped on the bed. "Ok."

Draco paused, picking up her night clothes. "Do you- um- need help with these?"

She nodded and started taking off her shoes and socks. He helped her with the rest of her clothes but let out a frustrated sigh when her hair got caught in the top.

"You're not very good at this." She stated matter of factly as he tried unsuccessfully to get her pajamas on her for the third time.

"Cut me some slack, kid. I've never done this before."

A tiny giggle escaped her lips and she helped him with the buttons on her top. "There. All done."

Thank Circe, he thought to himself before saying, "Alright, time to go to sleep."

She nodded and grabbed the stuffed animal that Wimsy had propped up against the headboard.

"Now I'm ready." She stated, laying down and letting him tuck her in.

Ok. She was dressed for bed and secure in her blankets. She had plenty of pillows and her bear. He'd even conjured a night light but there was something else he felt like he should be doing. But what?

What would Hermione do?

Hug her? Kiss her?

He didn't think he could do either of those yet so he settled for patting her head fondly. "Goodnight, Rhea."

She hugged the bear to her chest. "Night daddy."

He would never get used to that title.

He extinguished the lights and shut the door behind him before heading to his own chambers.

Draco poured a glass of Firewhiskey as soon as he stepped inside and paced in front of his fireplace, mind racing as the events of the day suddenly crashed down on him.

He had a daughter. A daughter that was sleeping in the next room. A daughter that was half of him and half of Hermione. That last day...she'd been pregnant and he hadn't known. If he'd known he wouldn't have let her walk away. He wouldn't have let her go back to Potter and their band of reckless wizards. He would have taken her far away from this bloody war.

Rhea had been born basically in the slums and had been in hiding her whole life. What had she gone through since her birth? What had both of them gone through? Hermione was beaten up and half starved and Rhea wasn't much better, though she looked a bit better fed. Obviously, her mother took care of her first. It didn't hurt any less though. He didn't want to think about either of them in pain.

Merlin, he hated this. He wished things had been different, but wishing was pointless. He couldn't change the past, he could only work towards the future. She was here now and he had promised her mother that he'd take care of her. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to do that but he'd try. There was already such a drive inside of him to protect her. Just the thought of anyone hurting her made his blood boil. Was this how all parents felt when they thought about their children? Did his father feel the anger and hatred bubble up when Draco was in pain or in trouble? Did he sit up and worry about him?

He downed the rest of his whiskey and set the empty glass on the mantle.

He needed to rest. He couldn't think or plot anything with all these thoughts and feelings consuming him. He needed to calm down and figure it out. He'd have to change his plans a bit now, and he would have to tread carefully. The Dark Lord would question this. Draco was in the Inner Circle now. He was a "trusted" member in the group and had responsibilities within the Ministry. This would cause more than a few brows to raise. He'd just have to speak with his mother. She was better with situations like these. If they could come up with a good enough lie, everything should be fine. Of course, he'd be hard pressed to allow Rhea to step foot outside the Manor anytime soon and he wanted to keep her a secret for as long as possible.

His head was pounding from the stress so he took a pain relief potion before changing out of his clothes. He didn't know if could calm down enough to sleep, but he sure as hell was going to try.

And he'd almost succeeded.

Almost.

He'd just settled down under the heavy blanket and was slowly drifting off to sleep when he heard the creaking of the door handle being turned. He sat up, alarmed at first, but settled down when he saw who it was standing in the doorway. "Rhea? What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep." She told him, "It's too big."

"What's too big?"

"The bed." She replied, climbing up on the end of his. "I always sleep with mummy."

Oh no. No. He never shared his bed with anyone. Not even his one night stands he used to take the edge off. He wasn't comfortable sharing close space with people for an extended period of time. It was stifling and he would never sleep. So no, his bed was his and that was that.

He was about to tell her just that and take her back to her own bed, but the look on her face zapped away all his resolve.

Dammit. She was four and she didn't have her mum. This was the first time she'd been away from her family. She was surrounded by unfamiliarity and was probably a lot more afraid than she looked. He was the only thing in this house she knew. And that wasn't saying much because he was still basically a stranger.

Blast.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply, pulling the edge of the covers on the other side of the bed down.

He didn't miss the smile that spread on her face as she crawled under them and laid down, bringing the blanket up under her chin and closing her eyes. "Night night." she yawned.

"Goodnight," he replied softly, watching her as she quickly fell asleep.

He slowly moved to lay back down, hands behind his head and eyes staring up at the ceiling. He was going to need a Pepper Up potion in the morning because there was no way he was getting any sleep now.

His eyes flicked to the sleeping girl beside him.

He supposed it was worth it.

At some point during the night, she'd migrated over to his side of the bed. By the time the sun was rising, casting light through the window, he was holding her close and just listening to the sound of her breathing.

[wimsiecal]

Hi what's your favorite ice cream flavor? Do you like pinky or brain more and why? Before/other than patb what were/are you obsessed with?

Woah! Lots of questions xD

1. My favorite ice cream flavor... definitely strawberry 🍓

2. Oh! Um... Pinky. I thought that was obvious dhdhhhshs

I just find Pinky very relatable, I'm a lot like him myself. He's so sweet and kind and always sees the good in people and doesn't give up on them easily. We both have big hearts like that I think hehe x3

3. Well I was in the MLP Fandom for like... 10 years xD

That's literally all I drew for like 10 years no joke, and so it took me such a long time to relearn how to draw different characters 😅

I don't think I'm as obsessed with anything as much as I am patb rn.

But I really really love Arcane, TOH, Encanto, FNAF:SB... there's probably others but i am drawing a blank xD

Thanks for the questions! <3

[wimsiecal]

Me: *just got home at 10:49 pm from work, exhausted*

My brain: hey... you see your laptop over there???

Me: yeah..? Wha-?

...No! No, I am not drawing Brinky this late, I'm tired!

My brain: You don't have to work tomorrow 😏

......

Me: .... *zooms over to computer to draw the gay mice*

[wimsiecal]

Wait...

WHAT

WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES????

Like thank you but I don't understand 😅🤣😭😭

[wimsiecal]

hi! long-time fan, but i'm a bit too embarassed to come off anon lol. i love your art! the expressions are always so intense, and your style looks so squishy and soft <3. i don't remember if you've answered this before, but how do you draw animal thighs? er, legs? i've been trying for weeks but i just can't figure out how to draw animal legs

Hi! Oh my God!! FAN?? EXCUSE ME? ksdfhsjfksjd THAT'S SO SWEET oh my gosh <3 <3 Thank you so so so so soooo much!!! But to answer your question.... x3

It kinda depends on the animal!

So with things like horses/ponies, and dogs that are quadrupeds, their "heel" is located further up on their leg. This also kinda depends on if you're wanting a cartoony look or a real look, but either way, paying attention to where joints and muscles are is also a key factor

And then there's like giraffes, deer, and other kinds that usually have a less prominent "heel" and more of a "knee"

And then there's the guys I've been really into drawing recently ^^ Bipedal characters/animals' heels are like ours, down on the ground. But the general leg/thigh shape kinda stays the same. (I believe mice are actually quadrupeds as well, but this is going off cartoon characters)

I'm not super great at explaining things but I hoped this helped at least some! I'm still getting the hang of bipedals myself >u< Feel free to talk to me at any time about anything, or if you just have any questions! I swear I don't bite xD

[wimsiecal]

dayum EVERYONE HERE IS SO SWEET AND TALENTED I LOVE YOU GUYS SO FREAKING MUCH YOU LITERALLY MAKE ALL MY DAYS BETTER!!!

That is all 💕