#writing more later i swear

[princessbrunette]

I neeeeed some new rafe blurbs neowwwww thinking of daddy is the only way I can sleep

what if you said please 🔫

[inkyrainstorms]

you guys know those AUs where Stanley opens the portal after thirty years but for Ford only a few second/minutes/days have passed in the portal.

What if, in another world - by the infinite nature of multiverse - the portal was functional enough for another run right there in the portal room, that blistery cold 1982 winter day. What if, when Stanley threw enough things around and pressed enough buttons and the portal opened again (in the same spot in the Nightmare Realm it had before) (not calibrated to Ford like had been in canon) the Ford had stepped out was the one from his final confrontation with Bill. What if Ford stepped out thirty years older and wiser and angrier

What if he saw Stanley crying, relieved, and then terrified and confused and devastated. What if he, at sixty years old, saw Stanley and saw only a scared child, half his age. His brother.

What if Ford had thought his brother had left and grown up for those long thirty years, but he came back and it was his brother that saved him that very night? His brother, by sheer dumb luck? His brother, who couldn't have accounted for time dilation if he tried (not like the old Stanley did) but still tried

[lazylittledragon]

i went on a couple of crazy writing sprints this week so please enjoy some out of context bits from my 3 different novel WIPs in no order with no theme

honourable mentions:

[kazuww00]

Fiorella Floral!

“Asking once was enough, dear.”

She attends to Fated Scroll Academy (fan school by @kyowvies ).

[icantbotherwithusernames]

I would love to hear more about your Mabel Chaos AU! I can see the chaotic neutral of it all, but I’m curious what the plot is, if you’re willing to share? :)

okay i REALLY did not expect anyone to care, so waking up with several asks in my inbox was actually insane. my dream of people wanting to hear me yap came true! thank you, actually.

anyways; this au is really just me wanting to play around with Bill’s whole “Mabel is chaotic and could help me” idea he expressed several times. it’s probabaly somehow illogical, but it’s because i just really wanted to draw some evil mabel. except she’s not actually evil.

This might be way too long, and be a bit crappy and badly written. but let’s go.

Suring Sock Opera, Bill decides to Decieve Mabel instead of Dipper. he comes into her dreams and tells her that he could help her with her puppet show. also that Dipper has been very unhelpful to her, and that Bill didn’t mean to hurt them during ‘Dreamscaperers’. He was just following orders. See? he’s a trustworthy guy!

Mabel, in her good-hearted nature, decides to give Bill another chance. Bill tells her to take Dipper’s computer and journal and destroy them, but Mabel refuses, and tells him he’s acting very suspiciously.

Bill, already tired of her shit, tells her to go into the basement. When she follows him, she sees Stan working on the portal. Mabel’s very confused by that, and Bill feeds into her confusion by saying that her family might not be the most trustworthy people there are.

stan leaves, and Bill humors Mabel and tells her what this is. Mabel wants to uphold her end of the deal somehow, and tries to fix the portal. it doesn’t work, of course, but from the small amount of radiation and weirdness (and Bill being there) a rift - like in ‘Don’t Dimention It’ - opens. Mable falls into it, to her and Bill’s surprise. He just wanted her to destroy the journal!

Mabel sees Bill sitting on his nightmarish throne. She starts yelling at how Bill betrayed his deal, and how she shouldn’t have ever trusted him. Bill defends himself with “WHY WOULD I EVER WANT YOU TO COME HERE? TELL ME A REASON, SHOOTING STAR. I JUST WANTED YOU TO HELP ME WITH THE JOURNALS, AND NOW I DONT HAVE THEM, THE PORTAL, OR A FUNCTIONING VESSEL TO HELP ME WITH THEM.”

He tells her the portal was meant as an escape from here. Mabel hears all of that, and hears that the nightmare dimention is soon to crumble, and thinks that, well, they have the same goal. A henchmaniac whispers something in Bill’s ‘ear’, and Bill realizes that he just found a possible ally that is young, impressionable, and most importantly - capable of chaos. Bill strikes up another deal with Mabel, who realizes she probabaly doesn’t have a way out of here alone. A deal saying that she will just stay here and help Bill sometimes, and he will get her out of this nightmare. Mabel agrees immediately.

Mabel becomes part of the team, and she gets along pretty well with everyone! She tries her best to be on good terms with anyone she can, but Hectorgon is still very skeptical of a random kid. Mabel gets along the best with Bill (who is somewhat of a guidance to her, sadly) and with Pyronica. Mabel really likes talking about girl stuff, and Pyronica is happy there’s finally another girl on the team (that she can see). Pyronica even makes Mabel a weapon, which are basically a bunch of needles that are on fire. i might change that in the future if i get a better idea.

They all call her Shooting Star instead, but Mabel doesn’t mind, a cool nickname is a cool nickname.

Mabel originally isn’t very keen on the destructive chaos and violence of the other henchmaniacs, but with time she gets used to it, and sometimes even goes on missions by herself. She definitely still can’t handle intense violence and murder, but she’s immune to lesser evils.

Mabel gets noticed by Ford a couple of times, mainly on wanted posters, and he is very distressed at seeing not only a human child, but a human child in Bill’s team.

On earth, Dipper wakes up and realizes that Mabel in nowhere to be seen. Everyone searches for her everywhere, but it’s like all traces of her disappeared. Dipper’s parents arrive, but Dipper refuses to come back home with them. Later, Stan goes back to the portal, and sees that it has been tampered with, but more importantly, a headband lying on the ground (definitely not a reference to Ford’s lost glasses after he falls into the portal). Stan originally doesn’t want to tell anyone what he thinks happens. it’s not like he’s even sure how the portal got turned on and worked! But with time a smaller in scale ‘Not What He Seems’ happens, with Wendy this time, and Ford comes out of the portal.

Everything gets cleared up, but Ford can’t answer dipper’s question about where’s Mabel. He tells Dipper that she might be working with Bill, but he can’t be sure. Dipper is devastated.

Most episodes happen the same way, but there’s a bigger rift between Ford&Dipper and Stan. Some stuff - like the protection of the shack during ‘The Last Mabelcorn’ - doesn’t happen at all.

I’m not 100% sure how weirdmaggedon happens, but it’s along the lines of Stan refusing Dipper to go help ford with the space glue, Bill communicating with Dipper in his dreams, and Dipper wanting to stick it up to stan, but the rift opens, and Weirdmaggedon begins.

i haven’t made up what happens there yet, or how it ends, but i do know Dipper and Mabel are gonna meet again.

WHOO, i’m done. this was way too long, but i did say i could yap about this for hours. this is the shortest i can make it. sorry y’all. I hope this was engaging enough lol

[ask-the-druggieverse]

Dreams the only sane one thank god 🙏🙏 everyone slaying tho

Anyway- Where/how is Cross doin 👀

- ALT - BILL: HA! HA! HA! BILL: He's doing bury nice! BILL: Don't worry about him at all! BILL: He's having a grave time with his AU!!

- IDK - Two things, for those who figured it out (not saying what happened, you must think!!!), I planned this WAYYY before Jakei made her trans-coded cross announcement and I felt super bad about it considering what happens. And the other thing is I decided to use that announcement to research some sad stuff about what trans, enby, agender, etc people go through in other places besides my own (my town is sorta safe for non cis people) and decided to implement those onto this AU Cross (my other AU SOPV, Cross is living his best life)

For future TW's when we get to Cross/The past: Body(Or gender Or Identity) Dysphoria, Abuse of drugs(I mean... who isn't in this blog?), and Bill(Also, someone just asked about Bill and hoo boy.... Bill is NOT a nice person in this AU(i will go more in depth on that ask than in my pinned) (I mean, sense when was Bill ever nice?))

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[kaye-go-moo]

Shapes and Strange Ciphers AU: Need a hand? Pt. 1

SaSC by me

Shapes and Pines by @/void-dude

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Bill and Ford

While exploring one of Gravity Falls’ caves, Bill stumbled upon a wall covered in ancient text. Bill recorded his findings and translated the writing to reveal an incantation to summon an oval-shaped entity. Bill hesitated to try the summoning but felt he couldn't miss the opportunity to push past his plateau and continue his research. So he read the incantation aloud.

Later that day, Bill experienced an extraordinary dream. While floating through an infinite cosmos filled with books and scrolls, Bill was greeted by the creature pictured on the cave walls. A yellow, oval-shaped being with one eye and glasses at its center–part of its form appeared chipped away. The entity, underwhelmingly named Stanford, told Bill that he was there to help expand his research by acting as a ‘mentor’.

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Bill, though wary in the beginning, grew to trust his new friend. Ford shared his knowledge of Bill's world and the oddities that resided in it–though never enough to satisfy the man. He would always leave Bill with a tease of new information, promising to teach him more later on. Like a fishing lure, Ford would use his extensive knowledge to reel Bill in and keep him close.

Ford also fed into Bill's narcissism, telling him that he was special and different from those who had summoned Ford in the past. This gave Bill the love and attention he so desperately craved, inflating his ego just enough to keep him happy and obedient. Before long, Bill was completely wrapped around Ford's finger, hanging on his mentor's every word, utterly infatuated. Ford believed Bill was ready for the next phase of his plan, but he had to be sure.

To test Bill’s commitment, Ford asked Bill to remove his lazy eye, reasoning that it was only holding him back and that doing so would prove Bill was serious about expanding his knowledge. Bill's lazy eye–something he was teased for while growing up, but also something that he and Tad had bonded over–was an innate part of his identity. But Bill didn't hesitate.

-

A few months later, Ford revealed that it was nearly time for him to leave, explaining to Bill that he didn't have anything else to teach him, and soon there would be no point in staying. Bill was caught off guard and desperate to keep his Mentor close. He frantically searched for an excuse to have Ford stay, telling him that he still has so much more to learn, not just about his world, but about Ford’s too. Bill’s desperation grew, overtaking his mind in hopeless pleas. Don’t leave me. Please. Please don’t leave me alone. Not again.

Seeing Bill's anguish over his leaving, Ford relented before offering a solution. He explained that it wouldn’t matter if he talked about the makings of his world because Bill couldn’t experience it for himself–unless he could. Ford admitted to knowing a way for Bill to explore not just Ford’s world, but countless others, hinting that he could also continue as Bill’s mentor–if Bill was fully prepared to expand his research. Bill jumped at the opportunity, swearing that he was ready. Ford revealed his plan: Bill needed to create a portal that would open a gateway to other worlds, allowing him to explore beyond the limits of his dimension.

Bill was eager to create the portal, especially since he could work on calculations with Ford. However, they still needed to gather materials and build the machine. After realizing that it would take far too long to do on his own, Bill called his old college friends–some lent him supplies, while others traveled to Gravity Falls to help him build. But Ford was not happy. He chose Bill to do the work, not his bumbling group of ‘friends’ with their useless degrees. What infuriated him the most wasn’t that Bill had gone over his head, but that he was right–things were progressing much faster with their help. But this didn’t matter to Ford. He already knew the sting of trusting the wrong person, so he wanted them gone.

Ford couldn’t outright tell Bill to kick his friend out, so he restored to planting subtle doubts in Bill's mind, suggesting that his friends might sabotage their work. Bill, initially confused, tried to reassure Ford that there was nothing to worry about. However, Ford persisted, slowly dripping poison into Bill’s mind. Slowly, Bill began to believe him. He started double-checking his friends’ work, scrutinizing the materials they brought, and analyzing their actions. Ford's words gnawed at Bill until he was on the brink of sending away his friends. It was only after Ford confided in Bill, sharing how trusting the wrong person had cost him everything, that Bill was fully convinced.

One by one, Bill began dismissing his friends with various excuses, though it was clear that he simply didn't want them around anymore. Over time, they watched Bill twist into someone they barely recognized–cold and distant, treating them less like friends and more like subordinates. Some tried convincing Bill to let them stay, but he wouldn't budge. He told them they were no longer needed and that he couldn’t risk their shoddy work jeopardizing his project. In the end, Bill all but called them stupid before severing ties and destroying his friendships.  

However, one friend, Jheselbraum, stayed behind. She sensed something was off and wanted to keep an eye on Bill, making sure he was safe. Jheselbraum would stop by Bill's home to check on him and hang out, and while he enjoyed her visits, Ford would always convince him to send her away. Eventually, Bill banned her from coming over, insisting he needed to focus on finishing his project and couldn’t afford any distractions. But Jheselbraum persisted, calling daily to check on Bill until she finally convinced him to let her at least drop off food.

Every time she visited, Bill was either locked away in the basement or gone from the house entirely. On the rare occasions she saw him, Jheselbraum noticed how worn down he looked–becoming more decrepit with each passing day. She tried talking to him, but he either ignored her or brushed her off, insisting he was fine and too busy with his project to worry about his appearance. The more she tried reaching out to help him, the further away he felt, like an ever-widening chasm. She could scream and still, he wouldn’t hear her, her voice swallowed by the void between them. Even when standing in the same room, Jheselbraum couldn’t help but feel they were miles apart, and it frustrated her.

It wasn’t long before Jheselbraum reached her breaking point. One day, she noticed a trail of blood leading to the basement and found Bill crumpled on the floor. She managed to get him out of the basement and into her car, wanting to take him to the hospital. But during the drive, Bill woke up and demanded she take him back home. He insisted he was fine and that a hospital visit would only waste more of his time. Jheselbraum tried reasoning with him but Bill rolled his eyes and muttered, “I knew you’d get in the way.”

Jheselbraum went silent, and her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She turned the car around, helped Bill back into his house, and placed him in a chair. She patched up his wound in continued silence. When she finished, she stood up, looked Bill in the eye, and told him that she was done. She wouldn’t be dropping off food or visiting anymore. She was through with him. However, Jheselbraum couldn’t bring herself to leave Gravity Falls completely. She was angry, but a feeling in her gut wouldn’t allow her to leave. Something was wrong. Though she couldn’t pinpoint what, she knew she had to stay–lingering around places she thought Bill might go, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Her actions more akin to monitoring a suspicious than simply looking out for old friend.

-

Now that Bill was alone, Ford concentrated his manipulation into pushing Bill further into isolation. He used Jheselbraum's leaving as proof that Bill couldn’t trust anyone–except for Ford. Yet, Bill began second guessing himself, more importantly, Bill geban second guessing Ford.

Bill tried his best to remain focused on building the portal, but doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind, festering until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. What exactly was Ford planning to do with the portal? Bill hated the thought–hated that he was question his mentor–but he couldn’t help it.

As soon as this doubt bubbled to the surface of Bills mind, Ford new instantly. Ford attempted to reassure bill, emphasizing that the portal was more beneficial for him than it was for Ford, stressing that his only concern was Bills success. However, this reassurance didn’t fully take hold, and Ford knew it.

Bill continued to build the portal, doubt still lingering in his mind. He didn't want to believe that his mentor had ulterior motives. Desperately, he clung to their friendship like a life raft in a vast, empty sea–though one of his own making. He wanted to believe Ford, to trust that their partnership was genuine. But as time passed, his doubts only deepened, and he bagan to long for his old friends.

Before Bill could act on his feelings, Ford intervened with further manipulation, choosing to have a ‘heart-to-heart’. He reminded Bill of their previous conversation about how trusting the wrong person had cost Ford everything. This time, he revealed that it was his brother who he had misplaced his trust in, leading to the loss of his family and his dimension–everything. Ford claimed that his journey for knowledge was meant to help others, serving as a way to overcome his past.

Ford also admitted that he had lied to Bill in the past, but not out of malice. He confessed that he was ashamed of his limited understanding of Bill’s dimension. Having always prided himself on his vast wealth of knowledge, Ford felt inadequate and uncertain about to teaching Bill. He explained that he feared Bill would take advantage of his naivety–just like his brother had. However, over the course of their partnership, Ford had come to genuinely trust Bill and was happy to call him a true friend.

Moved by Ford’s supposed vulnerability, Bill apologized to for doubting him, realizing that he had been wrong. Ford’s manipulation had work. Sensing the shift in Bills mind, Ford seized the moment to reveal a new ability: the power to control someone's body through their mind. He asked if he could try it on Bill. More trusting of his mentor than ever before, Bill admently agreed.

-

Weeks passed, Bill and Ford settled into a routine. When Bill was awake, he worked on the portal. But when he was asleep, Ford took control of his body and did the work to keep Bill alive–ensuring he ate, drank, and rested. Of course, Ford would also work on little side projects. Using the schematics of a former interdimensional follower, he created a tool that could erase memories, hiding it from Bill. Ford knew it was only a matter of time before one of Bill's pests would try to interfere, and he wanted to be prepared. It didn’t take long before he was proven right.

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Lore Comment

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy thursday !! if you listen closely, you can hear people all around the world quoting mean girls today bc why? well, it’s october 3rd 🙂‍↕️ i wish you all a wonderful day !! mwah !

[prettykittytanjiro]

Ramayan: a character analysis

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Link to part 2

I just found a paper which had a Ramayan and Mahabharat stupid character analyses cause me and my friend couldn't be bothered to do physics and maths so I'm gonna share them with y'all >:D

Its kinda school / work/ jumble au made for funsies :3

Lakshman:

The Original Angry Bird

Its also his nickname

probably had a emo and My Little Pony phase

He knows all the My Little Pony lore

He's the guy who can basically conjure up anything and everything the second you need it

Some idiot (read: us): aw, dammit- I forgot the lighter!

Lakshman, tending to a fire he made with nothing but a leaf: what?

I'd like to think he's also very paranoid about hygiene

He has a secret fanclub he's unaware of

EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE AND WILL DO HIS BEST TO DECIMATE THE OPPONENT WITHOUT HESITATION

•will shake the opponent's hands in congratulations/his version of 'you did good' (depending on the result of the match) after whatever they were competing for while smiling and speaking in the kindest tone known to mankind as if he just hadn't attempted murder :)

The house is FULL of woodworking projects he's made by himself- people see a LOT of them on Urmila's and Ram's desks/workplaces/lockers :)

Adding onto that he almost always has like tiny little wood chips/sticking eticking on to HIM AND HIM ONLY👍

Shatrughan:

Who?

he's the kid who took arts as a stream, probably

He writes fanfiction on characters that deserve more attention than they get

Has ALL the tea even though noone even THOUGH HE'S NOT EVEN PRESENT AT THE SCENE IN THE CCTV-

He's the great vent-entity that possesses every vent in existence, that's how-

He's the guy with PERFECT attendance but somehow STILL gets questioned if he's even in class or not :(

He's the very cool wine uncle and has a very great taste in fashion

Spews out show/game references left and right

Has a secret book with masterplans on how to pull the greatest pranks in history

[sesamenom]

browsing stormlight art on tumblr and ran into a post about how different dalinars life would have been with a somewhat healthier childhood and i think someone tagged it 'kaladin adopts young dalinar au' or something

anyways i propose a Make Everybody Worse au. teenage dalinar and gavilar get dropped directly into formenos and unofficially adopted by feanor a few years before the flight of the noldor. they both participate in the First Kinslaying/Oath/Losgar and then feanor dies. maedhros adopts them and then thangorodrim happens. maglor adopts them for a few years until mae gets rescued. they participate in the first few decades of the wars of beleriand, after which they get dropped back into the middle of alethkar.

on the noldorin side of things, m&m assume the random children they sort-of adopted (300some years before Secondborn were awakened) got killed somewhere in the battle. the kidnap fam situation now has the additional context of m&m having known even more pairs of children who died because of the Oath - one pair killed in the Second Kinslaying, one pair who presumably died in battle because they swore the Oath

on the alethi side of things, dalinar & gavilar are now Oathbound kinslayers who just lost five-to-ten parental figures and all their friends, and spent most of their lives being actively encouraged in war and military strategy. they also skipped the entirety of the navani-related conflict and are probably somewhat closer because of that. violence ensues.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Surprise party!

✷ Shelly's birthday is today (in the drabble), so Vee and Shanon went off to surprise her with a birthday party! Yay! ✸

✶ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ✶

✱ @soupiestzilla I'm sorry I hurt the sweetest girl ever for like... An hour in fic time but she gets really happy in the end so don't kill me please- ✱

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Shanon slammed the alarm clock's snooze button yet again, not wanting to get up yet, even though she knew she had to. It was Shelly's birthday after all- even if they don't really know how old she technically is, considering she was made based off an ageless cartoon fossil character, she deserved a fun birthday. Shanon groaned as she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes before looking around the room. For once, her intuition was right, Vee was in the room with her. The robot just sat perched on the end of the bed, watching, waiting, tail a motion blur behind her. Shanon has never seen that robot so excited before... It was oddly adorable.

"Mornin' Vee... I'll get ready and then we'll start getting everything ready for the party... And maybe a coffee or two..." Shanon tiredly said as she slipped out of bed, though she paused at the adorable beeps she got afterwards. She turned and looked at Vee, who now had ">w<" on her screen, being so excited she probably had no idea she was making such an adorable face. Shanon just smiled at that, then went to her walk in closet and shut herself in. Then came out a minute later in one of her many dinosaur printed hawaiian shirts, jeans and some sandals. She then went into her bathroom and quickly brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth, then went back out and walked right over to her nightstand. She just grabbed her fuzzy red t-rex purse and put the crossbody strap on before adjusting it, then finally picked up the excited little robot, who stared up at her with a cat-like smile on her face and the largest green eyes one could only imagine seeing. Adorable. Her daughter has such an adorable wife.

"I'm just going to assume you're ready to go, silly." She softly told the robot, who just nodded rapidly, so Shanon quietly snuck out of the house with her. She left a note on the table beside Shelly's waffles, explaining that she needed to do some shopping and she'd be home before she knew it, so she hoped that worked. In reality, her, Sam, Vee and Veronica were all going to Shelly's favorite park to host a public party for her, as Shanon knew she'd absolutely love it.

Shelly though, she was clueless, and when she woke up and saw the note, she was a little devastated.

Okay, a lot devastated, she was crying as she ate her breakfast, then went and flopped on the couch and sobbed and screamed into it for a good while. She didn't understand why she was left by herself, she always went with them when they went shopping together, so this was a huge punch to the gut. Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone for too long, as a familiar knock on the door was heard after an hour and a half crying and screaming session. She rushed over and opened it quickly, and there was Sprout, holding a box, looking concerned.

"Woah Shelly are you okay..?" Was his immediate response to seeing her all sniffly and trembling in her pajamas.

"I don't know where my mom and wife are..." Shelly very quietly replied, making Sprout look thoughtful for a moment, then he looked like he suddenly remembered something before nodding and patting her head softly.

"They had to go find a new charger for Vee with Veronica, they didn't forget your birthday, I promise. Sam probably is off making you the best birthday cake you'd ever imagine right now actually!" He reassured, hoping he wasn't caught in his lie. He knew exactly what they were doing, he was actually part of their plan, their distraction, the one who kept Shelly away from everything. She thankfully seemed to believe him as she just opened the door for him and nodded.

"I heard Sam was the one who always made the cakes in the bakery... I've always loved the chocolate cupcakes from there. I didn't get them often though, I didn't want people thinking I was fat on top of being that one "really weird dinosaur girl" ya know?" Shelly said as Sprout walked in, and once the door was closed, the two sat on the couch together. Sprout just nodded with a smile.

"Oh yeah, Sam made those, you also had nothing to worry about- Glisten would eat SO many donuts for breakfast every single morning, I highly doubt anyone would've cared if you had any cupcakes. Speaking of- I made you some last night!" Sprout explained, passing her the box of baked goods. Shelly gently took it and opened it, being in awe at the dinosaur themed chocolate cupcakes in the box. There were six of them, all decorated with handmade fondant dinosaurs on top of the perfect chocolate frosting swirls. Shelly teared up again as she looked at Sprout, sniffling.

"They're perfect, thank you so much." She quietly thanked him, getting a shrug and a smile from the berry.

"Far from perfect, but I'm really glad you like how they look! Go ahead and have one, they're all yours!" He said cheerfully, but she just closed the box gently and put it on the coffee table instead, going and hugging Sprout and snuggling up against him instead of trying one of the cupcakes.

"Later... My tummy hurts a little." She replied softly, so Sprout nodded as he pulled her close, petting her head softly as they cuddled. It was oddly comfortable, though it probably helped that they had been close for years, even if one was definitely a lesbian and the other was very much a gay man- it was really cozy. Shelly just made it cozier with a blanket, a pastel patchwork quilt, a not too warm but not too cold blanket. Sprout sighed comfortably, then turned on the TV and just relaxed with the fossil as they watched Jurrasic Park, Shelly quickly getting invested just to tell him all the errors in the dinosaurs. Sprout just listened, happy he was distracting her well enough to keep her from getting suspicious - and from crying and thinking everyone abandoned her.

At the park, chaos had broken loose. Vee was having zoomies again... Though fortunately, Veronica had taken her away from the party area so nothing was destroyed. Well, that shouldn't have been, she had torn up the packaging they had to throw out and made it much easier to fit it all in the park's garbage cans lol

Sam was setting up the buffet, Shanon quietly stringing up the last dinosaur balloon, everything seemed almost perfect. Veronica soon came back over and sat down at a table with a sigh, brushing her hair off her shoulder before she grabbed her coffee and sipped it through the straw.

"Vee tiring you out again girl?" Shanon asked when she noticed the other had came back over, and Veronica just nodded with a sigh, setting her iced coffee back down.

"Oh definitely, I have no clue how Shelly keeps up with her, she was bouncing off the trees like they were bounce houses." Veronica stated with a tired sigh, making the two other handlers burst out laughing.

"I believe that one, she is so crazy sometimes." Shanon said after a good laugh, though the trio went quiet when Vee returned, still shaking with excitement, but calm enough to actually be somewhat normal as she just speedwalked right past them and checked every thing out. Though she soon grabbed a bag of dinosaur shaped glitter and was throwing it on the tables, yelling "NEEDS MORE GLITTERRRR" as she did so, making Veronica sigh as she looked at Shanon.

"We are so lucky she's acting like herself, even though, I do wonder how in the world they're both adults sometimes. Also that glitter is the biodegradable stuff I told you about, right?" Veronica asked, and Shanon nodded, not even flinching when she too had dinosaur shaped glitter throw on her by the very hyperactive robot.

"I swear that girl has untreated ADHD and endless whimsy... And yes I always buy the biodegradable glitter now that I know where it is. Oh and edible glitter, that's on the cake though." Shanon said, getting a nod in understanding in reply. Veronica was safe from the glitter. Sam, however, was not, as they soon were being chased by the robot demanding to put glitter on them. Veronica and Shanon just watched, then looked at each other.

"Should we text Sprout and tell him everything is set up before Sam gets murdered by dinosaur glitter?"

"Yeah most likely... I'm not saving them by the way, I get glitterbombed at least five times a day at my house now." Shanon replied as she pulled out her phone, ignoring the surprised look Veronica gave her. For a moment anyways, after she sent a text to Sprout, she looked over at the other. She then gave Veronica a quick kiss on the cheek, then got up, ignoring the fact that she had made the other blush hard.

"Vee leave them alone, Shelly's on her way." Shanon demanded gently, and Vee listened, going right back over to Shanon with a goofy grin on her face and the bag of glitter tight in one hand, a small box in the other.

"WIFE?!"

"Yes, she's coming, go hide so you can surprise her silly." Shanon gently told Vee, watching as the chaos entity of a robot zoomed off to do just that. Sam sighed as they went and sat back down in their chair, relieved to no longer be hunted down by the glitter hungry toon.

"Shanon you work miracles, how do you get her to listen so well?" Sam asked, getting a shrug from the dinosaur themed lady coated in dinosaur shaped glitter.

"Patience, love and care. And a lot of glitter... Lots of sleepless nights too, it's all worth it though. Her and Shelly definitely are worth it all... I just wish I knew where Delilah lived so we could have a nice chat about things." She replied as she dusted the glitter off, then went and hid under one of the tables so Vee wasn't the only one surprising Shelly. Even though it wasn't supposed to be that kind of surprise party... If it kept Vee tamed, it worked with Shanon. Veronica just looked over at her, then at Sam, who was checking their phone, then just slowly slipped under the table with Shanon. Might as well join in the chaos, eh?

It took about five minutes, but eventually the two had came, Shelly now in a flowing rainbow dress with one of Vee's sunhats- a white hat with rainbow flowers and a matching rainbow bow- on and was chatting to him casually.

"So I was like, Vee you can do whatever, ya know? Shanon doesn't care. So that's how Vee started walking dogs every Sunday."

"I never would've thought Vee would be the one to befriend the neighbors before you did, Shells. You're super outgoing!"

"Vee really really likes dogs." Shelly stated, though she paused at the gazebo the decorations were up in. Sprout just stood at her side, also looking at everything in awe, not having seen any of it himself either. Though before either of them could comment, Vee suddenly jumped out and threw glitter at Shelly, making the fossil burst out laughing.

"SURPRISE WE THREW A PARTY FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE THE MOST PERFECT THING EVER AND I LOVE YOUUUU!" Vee yelled way too loudly to be intentional, immediately hugging her beautiful wife tight afterwards, shaking intensely from pure excitement and joy. Shelly hugged her right back, laughing hysterically at all of this, obviously not expecting it.

"Oh my god, Vee, you really did this for me?" Shelly asked once she had calmed down enough to, though she immediately snorted and started laughing again when Vee looked at her with this goofy asf grin on her face and eyes wider than ever thought possible.

"I begged Shanon to, I begged, you deserved it." Vee simply explained, then proceeded to smother her fossil wife's face in kisses and soft reminders that she's loved, her tail now a slight motion blur of green and black. Shelly continued to laugh happily as she was smothered in love, her own tail wagging quickly, completely oblivious to the trio of handlers that were now sitting around the table again and waiting for the love fest to end. If it ever did.

"Uhm... Yeah I don't think Vee's calming down any time soon guys." Sprout called out after watching this for a few minutes, getting tired sighs from the handlers, all three feeling a little defeated. Though once the love fest had ended, the party actually begun, and boy did Shelly have a great time. They played games, had all of Shelly's favorite foods, she got spoiled with presents and lots of visitors from the town just coming over to say hi and celebrate a little with the toons. Though the highlight of it all wasn't the cake, or the presents, or even the games.

Shelly was the happiest about the fact she was surrounded by the people she loved the most on her special day.

Though she did absolutely cry at Vee's gift, which was a silver heart locket with one empty side and one side that had a photo of all the mains together back at Gardenview, before anything happened, all posing together and making silly faces at the camera. The other side wasn't empty for long though- as once the day was over and they all were about to leave, Shelly took a photo for that side. The handlers and the toons all posing together, making funny faces at the camera, all coated in that rainbow dinosaur shaped glitter that Vee wouldn't stop throwing around all day. That picture- the perfect example of her new family- was what went into her locket. A little reminder that she's always loved. A reminder that she's never going to be forgotten ever again.

A perfect gift.

[jack-kellys]

ok so for uk davey to have a costume change in act 2. he needs to look more like racetrack.

i don’t know if this is purposeful in the previous broadway and tour productions, but race’s base in the past has been a plaid-patterned shirt that was either stark in contrast (ryan breslin’s dark on light) or stark in color (ben cook’s blue and green). and bway davey’s is a mix of both with a bright blue, thicker stripe on a white base.

uk davey already has color, but it’s a green, and he and les are alone in this color compared to the rest of the ensemble (besides like. albert for some reason. but i kinda think they fucked that up a bit lmao). the rest are in paler colors made stark only by suspenders, kerchiefs, or caps. they are far more unified. race still sticks out- his cap is actually & interestingly green (at least.. it was for a while), but he also has a red pocket square and a nicer vest and a Pattern. he’s got a blue pin-striped white shirt.

and davey i think. first of all gets a kerchief. i think he might come into world will know with one honestly. and davey i think maybe doesn’t shift patterns—i think les might be more inclined to that—i think he shifts to a color that more unifies him with the newsies. and more with crutchie and race. it’s got to be some kind of paler blue, and since crutchie, jack, and kath have solid colors i think davey still needs to. maybe it’s also a bigger shirt too. enters kony setting his vest on the table & does kony sans vest. yeahg.

for jack i think. i just truly and desperately want him in an undershirt that is paint-RUINED. i think jerjor’s undershirt had like…. two swipes of paint…. and the first time we see jack in act 2 is his most vulnerable. he’s chosen officially to leave town after whatever this is all ends, he’s back to painting santa fe, he believes that he, specifically, failed everyone. i need that undershirt rife with colors and therefore emotion. it needs to be literally on his sleeve ! yk! bc what he says in the wwh(r) scene is mostly delivered stonily, with less emotion. just sort of hopeless. i think it’d also be an interesting visual to go with “you look like hell”, bc if his attire is covered in paint it could mean he’s stayed up the whole night, or was super careless, etc etc. gives More to go on than every-time-without-fail’d underwhelming makeup lmao.

then i think during the pulitzer office mayor/snyder scene he changes back to the red or puts the shirt on over the undershirt…. and then the rally. we know he can’t change clothes bc boy was basically in newsie jail down there. but we DO know that the delanceys further beat him up (they do it during bottom line reprise’s outro upstage if some of u weren’t aware) before tossing him on the ground. so we Know he looks. even fucking worse at the rally. maybe a piece of the undershirt is ripped off and wrapped around the fingers morris steps on. maybe it’s on underneath the red shirt for the first time to hide bruising. maybe the injuries we saw from the strike get quickly worsened while brooklyn’s here plays. there has to be an even further disheveled shift. this kid has been ruined now, not just his attire. not just his facade. his actual self.

[britneyshakespeare]

wait james somerton sounds a lot like some people on tumblr when they start spouting off about queer history or supposed controversies within it. is that where you guys are getting your stuff? is it james somerton brain poisoning?

[lynns-bonkle-blog]

Metru Nui Archives data log 36012: The Head

Log author: Spiritual Researcher Vizuna

The Head, as it wishes to be called, is, well, a head. Specifically the head of a Class-02 Toa, or maybe Class-03? I'll have to ask Surgical Director Gogot after I've finished writing this, then I'll put it as an addendum.

The Head was... challenging to deal with. It litters its speech with profanity (which, for professionalism purposes, has been expunged from this data log), threatened the lives of both me and my colleagues (though these threats appeared to be empty based on its lack of any limbs or weapons), and claims to have once been one of the few Toa to ever come from Xia, though as my... interview with it (and subsequent research) indicates, it is mostly lying about this.

The following is an audio-to-text transcript of my attempt at inverviewing The Head:

Vizuna: Apologies for taking so long. I couldn't find my archival tablet, so I had to borrow the Chief Archivist's one. Now, how did you get into this state? The Head: Wanna find out, [EXPLETIVE DELETED]? Vizuna: I admire your attempts to threaten me, but they won't work. Answer the question, please. The Head: Ran into an... old friend, see. Tried to kill me, but couldn't finish the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] job, not for lack of trying... Vizuna: I see. What do you mean by that? The Head: Eh, it'd take too [EXPLETIVE DELETED] long to explain, and I'd have to repeat myself. Especially since you [EXPLETIVE DELETED] Le-Matoran don't even seem to remember what [EXPLETIVE DELETED] colours you're meant to have. Vizuna: Why y- [SLOW INHALE] I am not a Le-Matoran. I am a Bo-Matoran. You should know the difference; you are... were a Toa of Air. Right? The Head: What the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] are you talking about? How would you know that? Vizuna: Your eyes are... red, but now I look at them, they're not... they're not the same as... The Head: Yeahhhhhh, now you're starting to [EXPLETIVE DELETED] get it. Vizuna: ... This interview is over. I need to check something.

Now, those who don't know about Matoran mythology may not be aware of Shadow Toa; powerful, illusiory constructs that a Makuta can manifest, though very little is known of them, as they are rarely used.

The only source I have access to that describes a Shadow Toa is an ancient text, written in ancient Matoran, which contains the following passage that I have partially translated into modern Matoran, with any words that have multiple definitions having both listed: "Be Toa's eyes as the setting suns, moreso than capricious Le or [steadfast/durable] Fe, armour dark, then ally is Toa not; for is instead illusion from cruel Kra. Only ceases after confront truest [self/friend]."

Translating this fully into modern Matoran is difficult due to the ambiguity in the grammar and certain words having multiple definitions, but I gave it a try because why not: "If a Toa's eyes are bright red, moreso than the pinkish-red of a Toa of Air or the reddish-orange of a Toa of Iron, with dark armour, then they are not an ally; they are instead an illusion from cruel Shadow." The next section is a bit more ambiguous; it could mean "It immediately ceases to exist when it is confronted by its true self", or "It can only be killed by a close friend", or maybe some combination or rearrangement of those. Maybe something else. Who knows?

But what I want to note is that part about red eyes and dark armour. The Head has eyes that match that description perfectly, and while it lacks any armour or a mask, the metal it is made out of does look darker than usual, at least compared to what I've seen from the few Toa I have met, which makes me wonder if The Head is, in fact, a Toa of Shadow.

Before I move onto the next section, I also need to address something interesting that last line. Both interpretations point to Shadow Toa being based on existing Toa; "truest self" could refer to the one that it was recreated from, while "truest friend" could refer to another Toa who is particularly close to them. Which means that The Head could have been based on an actual Toa from Xia, though I didn't want to deal with the Xian council's excessive bureaucracy just to access a list of registered Toa with no clue which one The Head was copying. This will come up again later.

Getting back on track, since I had an example of a rare phenomenon in my possession, I decided to try giving it a soul-scan to see what I could learn.

Souls are a form of elemental and life essence, generated in the cerebral crystals (also known referred to with the more casual term "brainstalks") of most beings and transported throughout the body via elemental conduits. Souls also what give eyes, cerebral crystals and heartlights their distinctive glow, though the actual colour of said glow comes from the surrounding protodermic biomineral that those components are made out of, which tints the otherwise blindingly white soul-light; even De-Matoran and Toa of Sonics, with their white biominerals, have their soul-light filtered slightly to make their eyes, cerebral crystals and heartlights glow to a lesser degree than if they were isolated.

Souls are comprised of six different "pieces", which affect the shape and appearance of the soul and the being it belongs to; they are Unity, Duty, Destiny, Light, Darkness and Element. The first three obviously relate to the being's connections to the Three Virtues; Light and Shadow have unknown purposes at time of writing, though it appears to have some correlation with the being's personality, as Matoran destined to become Toa usually have higher Light, and Makuta naturally have higher Darkness.

So I put The Head in the soul scanner (it tried to resist, but the most it could do was try to bite my fingers), activated the scanning mode, and went back to my office to water my plants and rearrange my tablets while I waited for the scan to finish.

As soon as I saw the results, I knew that I had to download them to the archival tablet so I could include an image of them here, because they would have been too bizarre to be believable, but it also undoubtably proves my hypothesis of what The Head is.

The Head somehow has 0 Unity, Duty, Destiny or Light, but its Darkness is so high it caused an overflow. This thing is (was?) definitely a Shadow Toa.

Now that I had this evidence at its true origin, I was ready to re-confront it, along with a secret weapon...

The Head: Oh good, the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] finally decided to give me the attention I [EXPLETIVE DELETED] deserve. Vizuna: Yeah, yeah, let's cut to the chase. I know what you are. The Head: [EXAGERRATED GASP] Oh noooooo, you managed to [EXPLETIVE DELETED] figure out "what I really am". You guessed it earlier; I'm a [EXPLETIVE DELETED] Makuta, and I am to be [EXPLETIVE DELETED] feared! Vizuna: You're a Shadow Toa, based on a Toa from the island of Xia. You were struck down in battle, but managed to survive as a damaged head due to not being defeated properly. The Head: Wait, how did you f- Vizuna: A combination of ancient writings, and a summary of your soul's construction. And to further prove it, I brought this. The Head: A [EXPLETIVE DELETED] mask? What's that going to do? Vizuna: It'll let me know who'll get the privilege of shutting you up for good.

At this point, I ran out of audio-recording space on the tablet (sorry about that, Etoku; I replaced the memory module before returning it to you), but when I put the mask on The Head, it turned dark-grey, so I will be requesting access to the Xian council's list of registered Toa and looking for any Toa of Ice or Sonics.

Now, a lot of fellow spiritual researchers might hate me for what I am about to say, but I am going to destroy it, because there's a lot that we're going to learn from how it reacts to being exposed to its original

Artifact information:

Categories: Living, Supernatural

Current location: External Warehouse 7434-B, "To Be Destroyed" section.

End of log.

Addendum by Spiritual Researcher Vizuna: I went to ask Surgical Director Gogot about The Head, but according to the other surgeons in the dissection lab, he's currently busy; some slackers from Le-Metru somehow managed to get into the Mutagenics gallery, and he's taken the sole responsibility of dissecting what's left of them.

Addendum by Spiritual Researcher Vizuna: Ok, so it's been a week, and Gogot still isn't available; according to the off-duty surgeon who answered the door when I went to ask, he won't be available for at least a month, maybe longer, and since I didn't want to subject any... less experienced surgeons to The Head's nonsense, I will just wait until he's finished. In lighter news, I managed to finally get a copy of the Xian council's list of registered Toa, and I've had letters sent to the Toa that The Head was mimicking, as well as what the list claims is their closest ally, so hopefully they'll respond soon to... dispose of it. Also it means I won't need Gogot to ID the type of Toa that The Head came from.

[originallymarysue]

I uh made a crossover fanfic in which SMG4 and SMG3 get stuck in an au. It contains alot of confusion, mischief and a bit of SMG34 (if I ever get to writing more chapters, there will be more SMG34 >:) )

I hope you guys like it (it's literally my first ever fanfic)