I could make serious fanart

Or I could make some of the stupidest shit anyone has ever seen

Ok I love jrwi. But please they need more female characters that aren’t like. Related. Or in a romantic relationship with the pcs or other npcs.

Please

I love a modern-AU dadfics as much as anyone, but we have to stop glossing over how Wei Wuxian adopting A-Yuan would impact the Wens. Because if he does, something has gone terribly wrong for them and it would absolutely affect everyone involved.

The issue is that A-Yuan has primary caregivers other than Wei Wuxian who should be taking care of him, and if they're not in the picture then there’s going to be a reason why. The first person missing is Granny Wen, who is Wen Yuan’s actual caregiver in mdzs and would most likely be taking care of him. Unfortunately in most dad!xian fics she's immediately fridged or has her grandchild taken away from her due to her age off-screen—which would be deeply traumatic for everyone involved, especially if she’s subsequently unable to be involved in her grandchild's life.

The second person who would be taking care of A-Yuan before Wei Wuxian is Wen Qing. Sometimes the in-fic reason for her not being his caregiver is due to unavoidable circumstances (usually financial issues, which like. yikes), but most of the time it comes down to Wen Qing not really… wanting? to be a caregiver, often because she’s too busy or is putting her career first or is just too much of a GirlBoss. So she chooses to adopt out Wen Yuan to Wei Wuxian (again, off-screen) and that's the end of that.

Listen. Not everyone wants to be a parent. Not everyone should be a parent, or can. It’s a reasonable and valid decision to prioritize other parts of your life over parenthood—especially if being a parent or caregiver wasn’t your choice in the first place. But Wen Qing is going to have SOME kind of feeling about letting A-Yuan be adopted out of her family, and that feeling is probably going to be complicated or bittersweet, if not painful. Not only because she’s, you know, a human being with emotions, but Wen Qing’s primary motivation in the book is to take care of her family and keep them together. So her deciding “nah, I’m too much of a girlboss to be a caregiver, here’s a free kid and I’m going to feel absolutely nothing about this cause it’d be inconvenient for the fluff” is not only a dismissal of how complicated that decision would be for her, it’s also wildly out of character. No matter what the reason is, she's going to feel something about it.

(I’m not getting into how Wen Ning is never tapped as another potential caregiver btw because we're really not ready to talk about ableism just yet)

If you love the idea of Wei Wuxian adopting A-Yuan in your modern au, there’s are a couple of changes that can address this. One is to make Wen Yuan not related to Wen Qing and the shared surname is just a coincidence, like Lan Jingyi. Another is to have them be a blended family where they’re all caregivers for A-Yuan, or have Wei Wuxian be his primary caregiver but help A-Yuan actively maintain a connection to his family of origin. Or have Wei Wuxian adopt A-Yuan but the Wens actually get have feelings about it for once, regardless of why it happens—sorrow, frustration, relief, gratitude, regret, something. Let Wen Qing have complicated feelings and let them shape her relationship with Wei Wuxian, too, for better or worse or just messier. Maybe even let Wei Wuxian, who was also separated from his family of origin and is a walking ball of family trauma, have complicated feelings about it as well! Or go the extra mile and let A-Yuan have some emotions about it for once, because regardless of the context the loss or change of support structures is traumatic, especially for a small human.

Anyway read A Temporary Fix by Bosgood for your complex Wen family feels (feat. Lan Wangji adopting Wen Yuan, because all of this goes the same for him as well).

The amount of times I have had a thought to send to my sister and remembered she will never get it 😭

i swear i’m gonna put these in an actual legitimate proper fic. i swear!!!!!! but until then!!! it’s klaus’ turn to hang out with lemony and get emotional about grief and stuff 

so. i think klaus as an adult does not form very many attachments. he has the very few and very specific things he has -- his sisters and beatrice -- and that’s all he needs. nothing else is necessary. and then beatrice shows up with lemony, and she looks at him like she looks at violet and klaus and sunny, like he’s necessary too. and klaus is not happy about this, but beatrice likes lemony, so he stays in the baudelaire home. this random stranger, who creates as many questions as he answers, who, sure, helps around the house but isn’t necessary. he doesn’t need to be there.

so klaus doesn’t trust him. he keeps an eye on him, because that’s what you do with adults you don’t trust, who you aren’t supposed to trust at all, who could do anything and just get away with it. and beatrice is a child, younger than sunny, even, and sunny barely even trusts lemony. she lets him in the kitchen but keeps him in one spot on the other side of the counter from her and has him relegated to handing her ingredients, which she takes and still scrutinizes, looking back and forth between him and the ingredient with a raised eyebrow while lemony snicket stands there with what looks like endless patience. klaus knows violet doesn’t mind him, but he doesn’t think she’s entirely okay with him, either. violet is just so endlessly kind, she wouldn’t say anything bad if it mattered to beatrice. and, the point is, beatrice could be wrong to trust him. so klaus just has to keep an eye on him.

klaus doesn’t sleep very much, so he spends most of his time at night outside of lemony snicket’s room, making sure he doesn’t go anywhere he’s not supposed to. if lemony snicket notices, he doesn’t say anything about it. he takes beatrice to school, he helps violet with her car, sunny lets him roll out a pie crust one day. klaus throws questions at him, about everything. innocuous things, things klaus already knows, just to see how lemony snicket will answer. lemony snicket takes it in stride, with that endless patience. klaus doesn’t know where it comes from, how lemony snicket can stand there, awkward and out of place and not necessary at all, and take the things that happen to him. he looks like he looks forward to klaus pestering him (because klaus is aware that’s what he’s doing). klaus does not look forward to it. he is checking on lemony snicket to make -- to make sure he doesn’t do anything.

one night klaus falls asleep, in the hallway outside of lemony’s room. and when klaus wakes up, and the shadows filtering through the little window at the end of the hall have shifted farther than he usually sees them, he is terrified. if he was asleep, lemony could’ve done anything. if he was asleep, anything could’ve happened to lemony. and that’s not supposed to happen. klaus is right here, and nothing is supposed to happen to anyone, not anyone he knows, he’s right here and he’s supposed to pay attention and he’s supposed to do the right things and he’s supposed to help, he’s supposed to call back the taxi driver to uncle monty’s house he’s supposed to convince mr. poe about olaf being captain sham he’s supposed to not get hypnotized at the mill he’s supposed to stand up for his sisters against nero he’s supposed to be home and not at briny beach -- anything could’ve happened, olaf could’ve -- and it wasn’t only olaf, of course klaus never forgot the mill, you could’ve -- and klaus would’ve done it again, he would’ve let everyone down, he would’ve lost -- 

klaus did this once, twice, too many times, losing parents and guardians and friends and enemies and people he never knew at all. all those people in the hotel, dying for children they didn’t even know. and he was always supposed to do better, and it keeps him up at night with the weight of it. you can’t get anyone else. you can’t lose anyone else. you never get your parents back.

he scrambles to his feet, stumbles across to lemony’s door and shoves it open.

and lemony is still there. he looks up from his desk, by the window, with the side lamp turned on, illuminating the sheet of paper in his typewriter. for a moment he looks so startled, so frozen, klaus thinks something has gone terribly wrong anyway.

“what can i help you with?” lemony asks.

and how is klaus supposed to answer that? lemony is alive and klaus is, relieved and upset and scared and not supposed to be. he’s not supposed to trust lemony. he still doesn’t, he thinks insistently. but lemony is still alive, but he’s not the right person who’s supposed to be alive, but. but klaus can’t let go of the thought. he wavers in the doorway.

“what are you writing?” klaus asks. he’s never asked this before, because klaus does not know the answer. but he needs to talk about something.

“beatrice,” lemony says, “has expressed an interest in music.”

this is true. beatrice has flitted from one interest to the next, with sharp but brief intensities that have worried all of them at one point or another -- like she’s trying to define herself by them and doesn’t know what to do when they can’t. right now it is music, and it seems the thing she is most comfortable with so far.

klaus stares at him, waiting for lemony to continue.

“i thought i would write her a story,” lemony continues. “would you like to hear it?”

klaus waits. when nothing else happens, he sits on the floor by the door, and waits again. and lemony tells him about composers, and how you play their music, what survives and what doesn’t. what does. lemony talks for a long time, until klaus gets tired and asks him to stop, and he does. klaus has had enough.

klaus comes back, the next night, just to check. then he asks lemony about the composers again.

some girlies really will just say whatever on your posts huh

I like to imagine Brewster plays the piano himself. The theme at the Roost is a recording of him playing he puts on. I can imagine him playing it live, when the museum is closed for renovations and he has no customers to concern himself with, while Blathers sits by and sips quietly at his coffee.

ngl it seems like everything has been going wrong for my dads side of the family these first two months of the year

i now require a full length version of "uptown batman"

uptown batman

he's a batman in his uptown world

stopping all of the joker guys

I just want scary and links bio parents that they dont know to just be like people, if theyre even explored at all. i just think any conflict or exploration of them would be a lot more interesting if they weren’t “oooh look at that npc namedrop, isnt this craaaaaazy”. like sometimes kids dont know their bio parents and they have to deal with that and thats just a thing in life. Im not saying that i dont want any storylines about them, but i am saying i dont want them to be like anyone we know/related to the doodler

tonight i’m feeling the happiest on christmas eve i’ve been in maybe a decade. after months and months of health problems, hospitalization, money troubles, and devastating work stress, these past few days i’ve felt at peace and full of love and light.

my family is visiting me and my partner and we’re doing a joint christmas with my partner’s family and genuinely truly it’s the happiest i’ve been in so long. i feel like i’m flying

not just being around my family but having them embrace my life so wholeheartedly and embrace my partner’s life and family so wholeheartedly and all of us being here together. it’s everything i think

dad andy as a concept is like when ducklings imprint on the first thing they see cause they can't find their mother or the mother is not there and andy needs them to look up to someone else he is not the one

i don't miss living near most of my family, tbh, but i DO miss terribly the recovered meth addict uncle.

catch me writing up a three page document about all the different families in my multigenerational sims play

startin off 2023 with a family death let’s go

I love having a mental break, flat out cracked moment, fucked up as hell- and then having to snap out of it not even ten minutes in because my mom is outside having a bigger, more dangerous cracked moment and my sister is screaming in fear