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rosebloodcat · 11 months

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TTWTWK: In Which Blinky has a Crisis (Or Three)

In 1995, around the start of spring, Blinkous Galadrigal went missing.

The same morning that the scholarly troll vanished, a man was found unconscious in a back alley wearing nothing but a set of ill-fitting, brown overalls and was rushed to the Arcadia Oaks Hospital.

Chapter Summary:

Blinky/James sits in the kitchen while have a crisis (or maybe three), gets (re?) acquainted with a good friend, and names are discussed.

AN: Heads up, around the start of this, Blinky's spiraling a little bit and repeating thoughts/phrases. He's a bit more panicked than he realizes about all this and it shows in how he’s thinking. I wanted to warn folks in case that was alarming for anyone!

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Meddling with time magic was unpredictable. It was one of those things that everyone knew, to some degree, even if they never openly talked about it. It was one of those things that seemed obvious, at least when discussing the concept theoretically.

This was why Blink (James?) felt like he shouldn't have been as surprised as he was by this bizarre turn of events.

He sat in his Norman's the kitchen, clutching a mug of tea in his hands as he stared blankly out the window at the pitch-dark sky outside.

The Krohnisfere was supposed to have only sent Master Jim back in time. And just his memories, at that.

Blinky shouldn't have been the one waking up in the middle of the night with a head full of memories of the future, as a human no less, before Master Jim had even been born. (If he was doing his mental math correctly.)

But he did remember and when combined with his memories of "now"...

He remembered that he'd gone missing for ten years, roughly eleven years before he'd met Jim. No one had known what had happened to him, or where he'd been, or even how he'd come back from it.

It seems that, after I'd finally stopped searching for an answer, it's been freely handed to me, He thought, carefully sipping the cooling tea. There was still a small part of him that was adamant that this was some insane dream he was experiencing. That he would wake up in the ruins of Arcadia, everything exactly as he had last seen them.

But the warmth of the mug in his hands, the smell and taste of the tea, the tired itch in his eyes; it all pointed to this being very real.

He was in the past, during the period he'd been missing, sitting in a human kitchen drinking tea, as a human.

He was a human.

The reason no one, not even Kanjigar, had been able to find him for so long had been because he had, somehow, become human.

He had woken in a human hospital, as a human with amnesia. He had been dubbed James and kept the name because he hadn’t known his own name.

James Lake was the name of Jim’s father. He was James Lake and he was dating Barbara.

He was Jim’s father. The same father that disappeared on Jim’s fifth birthday.

He would father Jim.

Him.

The first human troll hunter’s father.

For a half-second, Blinky/James wished he was drinking something stronger than tea right then. He couldn’t think of what, exactly, he wanted instead and he didn’t really care. Just something stronger. (Being Not-Sober was very tempting right then.)

It made sense, in an insane way, once he corralled his thoughts into some semblance of order.

The first (second?) time he’d become human, he’d felt oddly… Comfortable? In both the form and amongst the humans, where any other troll probably would have felt strange and alien. (He hadn’t been totally comfortable after the change, but not as much as he probably should have.)

Yes, he’d let his curiosity get the better of him many times, but he hadn’t felt completely out-of-place while in that state. Looking back, he would have thought of the experience as being familiar. Not completely unknown to him.

(Barbara’s rough introduction hadn’t colored his perception as much as it should have. She had felt familiar, he’d thought it had been from her actions reminding him of a troll mother protecting her den, but… He had worried over her, after finally meeting her. Meeting her again?)

He’d always thought Arrrgh’s comments on the two smelling similar had been about Jim having an ink-and-paper smell to him as well. Likely from spending so much time around the written word while in school. A mark of the young human being a learning sort as well.

And, during the pilgrimage to New Jersey, more than a few of the trolls with them had joked about how similar Jim and he had been. “Like Father, Like Son” and vice versa.

He’d thought of Jim like a son then, so it had felt like a compliment. Something to be proud of.

But now, with this new context, it seemed he was mistaken and there was far more to those observations than he’d thought.

(Because Jim was his son. A son he’d forgotten he’d had. A human son. His Son. Great Gronka Morka, he was Jim’s father.)

He took another sip of the lukewarm tea.

Now came the penultimate question, what was he supposed to do with this information?

Should he try to play along with how the timeline went last time? Pretend that his world hadn’t been turned upside-down and act like nothing was out of the ordinary? Or…

Or should he take a card from his future son Young Jim’s book and try to use the foreknowledge he’d been granted?

Time was unpredictable, even the smallest changes could cause things to spiral wildly out of control. There was a dangerous potential in changing the course of time.

But oh, was it a tempting thought.

How many could have been saved with just a bit of warning? More time to prepare? A chance to be ready for what was coming?

A few extra protections here, a few warnings there, so many little things had been ignored or dismissed before that could make a world of difference now!

Soft, five-fingered hands tightened around the mug.

The problem was, how was he supposed to make them happen?

He was a human.

He had no way to contact Trollmarket, no way to find Kanjigar (he was alive. Kanjigar was alive), no way to prove his foreknowledge without them thinking he was a changeling trying to trick them.

(Jim, his son, hadn’t even been born yet.)

After spending so much time doing something, taking action, the idea of not even trying just… Didn’t sit well with him.

He couldn’t sit back and watch, he had to do something. But what?

What could he…

“Jamsie?”

Blinky/James jumped in his seat, twisting around to look at the figure standing in the doorway (and almost unseating himself in the process).

Norman, the tall, dark-skinned man that he shared this house with, squinted blearily at him from the hall.

“It’s almost four in the morning, what are you doing up?”

He fumbled for an answer, his head still a mess from the Decade of memories that had been dumped into his head that morning.

(This man was Blinky/James’ friend. A good friend. Someone who gave him a chance, and helped him get back on his feet. Someone he never got to meet again… What had happened to him? )

“Oh! Ah, N-Norman! Couldn’t sleep, I’m fine. Just fine!” The tall man leveled a flat and very unimpressed look at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Pull the other one Jamsie, it’s got bells on it,” Norman said dryly. “I’d like to think that, after living with you for this long, I can tell when you ain’t being honest with me. Now what’s the actual answer?”

Norman stepped fully into the room, slowly meandering over as he watched Blinky/James stumble over his words. Trying to find an answer good enough for him. He let out a sigh.

“Jamsie, I may be a weirn, but I’d like to think I’m someone you can talk to if something’s up. I can’t guarantee I’ll believe it, but you know that I’ll listen.”

The troll-turned-human hesitated.

(Weirn, a class of witch. But Norman was a good man. A kind one.)

(James trusted him. And Blinky could probably learn to.)

Norman knew about the amnesia he'd suffered from, so perhaps that would be the best place to start.

"I- I've finally remembered. My name, my-my everything…"

So he told him. Told him that he was actually a troll by the name of Blinkous Galadrigal, Blinky to his friends, who'd been trying to find some materials that had been lost on the surface world. That he still didn't know what had caused his transformation but, if he had to guess, it may have been due to one of the items he'd gone to fetch (which may have also been responsible for his memory loss). That he'd lived in Trollmarket, which was hidden beneath Arcadia and accessed with a special stone via the bridges of the canal.

That he had no idea how to contact his friends to tell them that he was alive or prove that he was the real thing. That if he tried he would run the risk of being found by the terrible Gumm-Gumm Bular (oh Deya, Bular was alive too) or a changeling in his service or by goblins or something else equally dreadful and dangerous to his current, very human self.

And once he'd started talking, the rest of the story spilled out as well.

That he remembered more.That he knew about things that would happen in the future.

That he would marry his current girlfriend, Barbara (fierce, brave, tolerant Barbara), and they would have a wonderful little boy they would dub Jim. That he would vanish on Jim's fifth birthday and be found wandering the sewers in a daze by Kanjigar without the memories of his time as a human. He'd be brought back to Trollmarket and never know about the human family he'd left behind. Years would pass and he would only meet them again due to the Amulet of Daylight choosing Jim to be the new trollhunter, with no idea that the young boy was his son.

He told his current friend (whom he never got to meet a second time) everything that followed after that. Every triumph, every hurdle, every loss, and tragedy that came. About how Trollkind itself had changed and grown thanks to the wonderful, amazing, unfaltering young man that became part of their lives. (He'd never noticed when he'd stood up and started pacing the room, gesturing wildly as he spoke, unable to remain sitting in the wake of the emotions spilling out beside the story.)

All the pain and suffering his son had gone through trying to help the world.

He'd laughed and cried and raged and mourned in the dark kitchen while Norman sat at the table, calm and steady and listening.

By the end of it, the barest beams of the dawn were filtering in through the windows and Blinky/James felt exhausted and thoroughly rung out. But he also felt a lot lighter than when he'd first woken up with over a decade of memories flooding his mind.

From his seat, Norman let out a gusty exhale.

"Well, that's a lot more than I was expecting. Feel any better now that you let it out?" Blinky/James nodded, slumping back into his seat and grabbing his now-cold tea. Norman hummed.

"I knew trolls were a thing, even if I never had the pleasure of meeting any before. So I can confirm that ain't you being crazy and that I believe you about it.” He looked over at the troll-turned-human with a serious face, the sort reserved for clients who were in over their heads and they could both tell that they genuinely needed help. “I’m on your side though. I want to help you, even if this feels really… Strange, on my end. Tell me what you need, what you want help with, and I’ll do what I can."

Norman scrubbed a hand over his face with a sigh. "Geeze, the way you were acting earlier makes a lot more sense now. A ruddy existential crisis at four in the morning, what a way to start the day…"

Yes, an “existential crisis” certainly fit how he was handling all of this. Blinky/James let out an exhausted hum, staring into the dredges of his tea.

“So…” Norman started idly tapping his fingers on the table. “Which should I be calling you by, now?”

“Come again?”

“Which name?” he clarified, looking over at him. “Which name do you want me to use? Should I start calling you Blinkous? Or would you rather I keep using James?”

Blinky/James stared uncomprehendingly at him. He let out an amused huff.

“Alright, identity is still in question. Got it. I’ll try asking later.”

In question…

Norman had hit on that fairly well.

He was still confused (perhaps “disoriented” would be a better word?) despite being able to talk, to explain, everything that he’d remembered that morning. He was only just starting to get his feet under him, metaphorically, after the many years of memories and knowledge that had appeared.

In a way, his identity was in question. Even to himself.

So much of who he’d thought he was had been thrown into the air. Everything he’d built as James, and everything he knew as Blinky (both past and future) had put him at a crossroad. Which path was he meant to take?

(Was he Blinky? Or was he James?)

(Or, perhaps, there was a third option?)

“I don’t mind if you keep calling me Jamsie.”

AN: AHAHAHAHA IT'S DONE!!!

Hi folks, this was actually harder than I thought it would be to get out. Blinky/James has many feelings right now and it was hard to wriggle my way through them all to get some forward motion in there.

I've also finally dropped a teensy bit of info to allow me to reveal at least one of the fun crossover thingies I wanted to put into here! The Weirns!

I'm a tremendous fan of the Weirn Books by Svetlana Chmakova, especially the initial Nightschool books, and have been forever disappointed that I've never really seen other people talk about them. So I'm writing some stuff for it myself. Partially because it kinda bugs me how SMALL the world of magic feels in Trollhunters. With how vast and varied the world is, only ever seeing trolls, gnomes, wizards, and a few aliens feels like just a splash in a pond that should be much deeper.

So I'm going to try to expand it all in a way that (I hope) makes everything flow together in a fun way without messing them up.

Plus, it gives more stuff for Blinky to have a crisis over.

There's a reason Blinky's letting Norman keep calling him "Jamsie". Part of it is the identity thing, but it's also that the part of him that's James feels like it would be REALLY WEIRD if Norman stopped calling him that. And, to a small degree, he's not thinking of trying to go back to Trollmarket yet. So it's also a bit of a mindset thing.

If yall wanna ask questions for more info, drop off an ask.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa #3below #wizards #rise of the titans #rott #the weirn books #nightschool series #crossover #the things we thought we knew au #ttwtwk au #blinky is james lake au #blinkous galadrigal #blinky #ttwtwk norman #rosies writing #rosies fanfics

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gettingovershame · 2 years

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I am also highkey waiting for the lore to be expanded in First Kill Season 2…

Cuz remember the feral vampire in the cemetery?

What was that about???

Reminds me of the “rippers” from Night School…

… except the lore there was the final devolvement in the vampiric aging process…

#they better explain this lore #first kill #first kill netflix #first kill series #calliope burns #first kill season two #first kill season one #night school #the weirn books #night school the weirn books #svetlana chmakova

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klugpuuo · 2 years

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aroace

#the weirn books my beloved

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iloveyoubecauseyouarelove · 2 years

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After a few vague search attempts, I managed to refind "Nightschool", a comic series I used to read in middle school but completely forgot about

But all I could remember was witches, school, and this funky little fella

#rey speaks #thats not how exactly i found it to #i looked up variations of manga andand comics with witches with familiars and something about schools #till i found a volume cover that had neither the witch nor the familiar but it had nightschool and i was like OH #nightschool: the weirn books

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littlemissgloomexe · 2 months

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Intro pozt!!!

I haven’t made an intro pozt despite bein on thiz app for a few monthz,, so I decided,, why not?

Hiii!! I’m Trait Dawn Leonie!! I go by other namez like Gothy, Proxy, Abstract, Ghost, Storm, Moonlight, Lapis, Rebecca, and Stan!!

My pronouns are she/they/it [any non masculine pronounz are okay tho] and I’m a polyamorous demiaroace lesbian!! <3

BYF!!

I have audhd [autism + ADHD] az well az PTSD,, plz be patient with me! :[

I tend to make NSFW jokez + jokez abt my trauma,, if theze make you uncomfortable PLZ lmk!!

I’m fragile,, plz be nice to me

Plz do NOT refer to me with masculine termz. [Dude and bro are fine for slang]

I say slurz that I can reclaim a lot

DNI

General DNI stuff [homophobic, racist, transphobic, abliest etc]

Proshipperz

DSMP fanz [If we were mootz before itz okay]

Genshin Impact fanz [same az lazt entry]

Harry Potter fanz [specifically,, J.K. Rowling supporterz]

Hell Park fanz

People who actively hate on my comfort characterz [plz leave me alone.]

Triggerz

Small triggerz:

The namez Bradley, Viper and Rylee/Riley

Crenny [Craig Tucker X Kenny McCormick]

The grotesque Steve Banjo Kazooie video [not rlly a trigger, just a heavy discomfort]

Normal level [for lack of a better term]

Bein called a n4z1

Bein told ppl can read my mind

The Twilight Saga

Proship

The Metal Virus IDW arc

Huge triggerz

Alcohol [not in media]

Harry Potter

Roblox DOORS

The Joker

The dining room/There is nothing video

The OMG!!! AMAZING DANCER!!! Screamer video

NSFW art of my comfort characterz or kinz [ESPECIALLY my IRL characterz]

Interests!!! :3

Interests

Spooky Month

Project SEKAI

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Object shows

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Murder Drones

Little Shop of Horrors

Bugbo

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Poochee & Pansy

Foster’s home for imaginary friends

Orphan [2009]

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Hypno’s lullaby

Ingrained

Conker’s Bad Fur Day

Banjo-Kazooie

Gacha Horror [FNF]

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Friday Night Funkin

Car Seat Headrest

1 Trait Danger

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Happy Tree Friends

Ride the Cyclone

Bats [the animal]

SCP Foundation

Creepypasta

Lacey’s Flash Games

Sonic

Catghost

Hiimmarymary

Invader Zim

Possibly in Michigan

Nightschool The Weirn Books

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Yume Nikki

Gonna try to uze tagz for my OCz + other stuff besidez #Gothy’s ocs

For more info about me,, visit my carrd!! :D [link in bio]

Thatz all!! Have fun on my blog!! :3

#intro post #introduction #blog intro #Sonic #sonic the hedgehog #tails doll #invader zim

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scribe-of-monsters · 1 year

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The Weirn Books: Be Wary of the Silent Woods

From the author of the Berrybrook Middle School series! Pretty cool to see her art used in a more fantasy setting. The title is kind of a mouthful. It's got a neat concept and the story is pretty good. The ending feels a little rushed, unfortunately. I think it's set up for a sequel though, which I'll definitely try and pick up if I see it at the bookstore. It's a pretty quick read too, which is nice when I'm in the mood for something simple. The fantasy/mystery/horror elements are well done and I love the vibe the book has. 6.5/10.

#scribes book reviews #scribble scribbles

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eternally-anomalous · 5 months

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the weirn books are both horror AND fantasy as well as being a coming-of-age middle-to-high-school story about fantasy creatures going to school and learning spells and hitting each other with books and food. its pretty okay

that does sound interesting...

i expect there to be several chapters at the back of each book describing the biology of every creature that appears

if such a thing doesnt exist, i may be forced to create one

i will not take the existence of magic in that world into account, and if something happens that cannot be explained by science ill simply force it to be explainable

somehow...

-eternal anomaly

#anon #maybe at the book store.. i hope so i hate using ebooks app #threatening to spec bio the characters lmao..#dont hold me to this. i might do it but i also might not (probably not)

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winterswrandomness · 2 years

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AHHHH!!!!! guess who finished reading book one of the weirn books! it was so good, fairly quickly paced, and has such charming character designs

#roroschattertag

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carriagelamp · 3 years

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April l was apparently the month for me to revisit some children’s authors who are steeped in controversy at the moment. So here’s my hot (well, lukewarm) takes on issues that absolutely do not need a single other person talking about them. Also some actual good books that I read this month!

Badger in the Basement

The Animal Ark books are a childhood classic — though I recently found out that apparently there’s a difference between American and British publications, and the American versions didn’t include a lot of actual COOL animals which is… bizarre. As a Canadian stuck in the middle of this, this nonsense drives me nuts. This one was about the main character, the daughter of pair of vets, trying to protect a local badger sett from men wanting to participate in badger digging and baiting. These books are always feel-good, and it was a nice single-day-read while I waited for a library book to come in.

Chi’s Sweet Home

The cutest manga series about the misadventures of a little kitten, Chi, who has been adopted by a loving family. I’ve never bothered to read them in order, but apparently this time I stumbled across the last in the series -- whoops! Still, stood on it’s own pretty easily, and it was a fun read! Things get tense when the family realize that they may have found Chi’s original home… and may have to give up Chi forever.

Earth Before Us: Dinosaur Empire!

This was an odd graphic novel, I feel like I’m not sure who the target audience was exactly. It was a nonfiction comic done in a Magic School Bus style, with the purpose of teaching current, up-to-date facts about the animals that lived in the Mesozoic Era. If you’re into dinosaurs, you’ll probably enjoy this! The art is absolutely adorable, I love the dinosaur illustrations, and I learnt some really neat facts. That being said, the pages are really dense, and there’s a lot of info crammed in… some of it will probably go way over a child’s head without specific additional teaching or a very strong personal interest. But that being said, a dinosaur obsessed kid is still probably going to really dig this… as would a dinosaur obsessed adult. It wasn’t my cup of tea exactly but I’m sure it is someone’s.

assorted Dr Seuss Books

I love these types of controversies because it means getting to listen to every moron who has never had an opinion on Dr Seuss ever start generating a mile of them out of the aether. So many people are so mad about the six books that are getting retired and I bet most of them haven’t even read them. These are not the friggin Cat In The Hat or The Lorax or even the likes of Yertle The Turtle. I was raised by a grade one teacher, was a voracious reader who loved Dr Seuss, and wrote my university thesis on children’s literature, and I still only knew two of the six books on that list. So by all means, if you want to write an essay explaining why those specific books are worth clinging to, feel free, but if you haven’t even heard of them maybe it’s not a big deal. *grumble*

Anyway, my grousing aside, it gave me the urge to reread a bunch of Seuss books, including the two retiring books I personally knew: McElligot’s Pool and To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street. I do still enjoy both, especially McElligot’s Pool which always sparked my imagination, but it’s obvious why they’re being retired and I personally think it’s the right choice. There’s so much good kidlit out there, we can survive without these.

Goodbye, My Rose Garden

A f/f romance manga, fairly standard fair though cute if you’re looking for some historical angst, pretty dresses, and mutual pining. A young Japanese woman moves to England in the hopes of meeting a writer (Mr Frank) who she has long admired. Along the way she is employed by an enigmatic woman with plenty of money, rumours, and melancholy following her. I’ll be honest, uncut romance isn’t really my genre, but I’ll probably still try to the second book to see if the story picks up.

From The Holocaust to Hogan’s Heroes: The Autobiography of Robert Clary

It’s no secret that I’ve been on a Hogan’s Heroes kick. This is the autobiography of Roberty Clary, who plays my favourite character in the show, Louis Lebeau. And holy shit what a life this man has had. He was a Jew growing up in France before the start of the war, and who was one of many children taken away from his family and sent off to the concentration camps in Germany. This was an amazing, intense, inspiring, and heartbreaking read… it has Clary’s voice all over it, and it tells everything from the charming childhood he had, to the horrors of the concentration camps, the brutality of survival, and then about his exciting journey into the entertainment industry afterwards. It’s an experience, would recommend if you’re a fan of the show.

The Ickabog

The second controversial author I read this month. Originally I was going to give Rowling’s new book a miss, given everything that’s been going on over the past few years, but in the end my curiosity got the better of me. Politics aside, it was a fun read! Not groundbreaking, but enjoyable enough and written in an interesting style. It didn’t read the same as a lot of modern kidlit, it felt more like a cross between a classic fairytale and a Dahl book. Perhaps a bit like Despereaux. It tells the tale of how an idyllic country gradually falls into ruin through the ignorance, inaction, and greed, and how a supposedly fictional monster hides the very real, human monsters at the heart of the country. It was cute and pleasant and I’m glad I decided to get it from the library, though for anyone who is choosing not to engage for political reasons: you aren’t missing anything major.

Franklin In The Dark

A Canadian classic. I don’t think there’s a single person my age who hasn’t read or been read a pile of these books, and the nostalgia is so comforting. I found this on Youtube and listened to someone read it to me, and honestly 10/10 would recommend for a calm evening.

The big reason I decided to seek this one out though, was because I finally got to the M*A*S*H episode that inspired this entire series! In the episode C*A*V*E, in which Hawkeye is freaking out over his claustrophia while the camp is forced to take shelter in a nearby cave during some intense shelling, he mentions that if he had been born a turtle he would have been afraid of his own shell, and that the other turtles would make fun of him cause he’d be forced to walk around in his underwear. And so this first story about a young turtle who’s afraid to sleep in his own shell and drags it around behind him. So if you were ever curious, Franklin the Turtle is in fact named after Dr Benjamin Franklin Pierce. (this is also why the French version is named Benjamin!)

Wolves of the Beyond: Lone Wolf

I loved the Guardians of Ga’Hoole books as a kid but I never read the Wolves of the Beyond series. This first book was an interesting read, Lasky does a great job creating worlds and societies for the animals that inhabit them. Lone Wolf is about a deformed wolf cub who was abandoned in the wilderness to die. And he would have, if a desperate mother bear, who had recently had her only cub killed, hadn’t stumbled across him and saved him, vowing to raise him as her own...

Petals

A “silent” graphic novel. It has beautiful artwork and is told entirely through pictures, no text at all. It’s loves and heart-wrenching, though it left me feeling somewhat unsatisfied… I felt like there should have been more. Still, a neat story.

The Southern Book Club‘s Guide To Slaying Vampires

What a banger of a novel!! I can’t recommend this one enough. It’s about a group of suburban mothers in the ‘80s who form a book club out of a shared need for community and a love of grisly true crime novels. But when a strange drifter appears in town and starts setting down roots… and when children begin disappearing… these women need to band together to confront the horrors that have invaded their neighbourhood, and face down not only a terrifying monster among them but the patriarchal system that allows it to flourish. To quote the preface:

“Because vampires are the original serial killers, stripped of everything that makes us human — they have no friends, no family, no roots, no children. All they have is hunger. They eat and eat but they’re never full. With this book, I wanted to pit a man freed from all responsibilities but his appetites against women whose lives are shaped by their endless responsibilities. I wanted to pit Dracula against my mom. As you’ll see, it’s not a fair fight.“

The Weirn Books: Be Wary of the Silent Woods

I love Chmakova’s graphic novels, though I’ve only ever read her slice-of-life middle grade series before. This one is pure fantasy and very fun. It’s about two cousin “weirns” — witches with demon familiars — who attend the local night school. Things get strange though when an ominous figure appears outside the old, abandoned school house deep in the Silent Woods, and begins tempting children down its path…

I’m very much looking forward to word of a second book and was honestly kind of surprised that I haven’t heard more about this book given how popular her other series is. This has all the same charm and quirks but for those of us who prefer stories based in fantasy rather than reality.

And A Bonus...

For some masochistic reason I got a Garfield book out of the library. Jeez, if I didn’t love these as a kid, I found them absolutely laugh out loud hilarious, and now I just don’t see it anymore. But here I will share the one strip in the book that actually made me laugh

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rosebloodcat · 9 months

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It is late and sleepy brain has handed me an idea for Welcome Home based on a cool au here that I love and a niche comic series that's owned a chunk of my brain since middle school. And I am going feral over this and desperately wanna share it with people and get stuff to help me turn it into a full-fledged au and not just a random idea.

Secret Weirn Wally that's been acting as the guardian for Welcome Home ever since he got there by accident and has been using magic to make himself look like a puppet/hide that he's much more like a human than everyone else.

Home is actually his Astral, but he figured out a spell that lets it control the house he lives in to better keep watch/protect everyone.

The eating with his eyes thing is from him using a spell to eat it without revealing that he's got teeth (or smthn).

"I'm Sleeping" chant is to actually keep himself awake bc if he falls asleep properly he'd lose control of the spell that kept him looking like a puppet. (He does sleep normally when inside the house and is certain that no one will see him.)

Flat tones of speech are partially just him, partially him trying to maintain the low-level concentration needed to keep his disguise going. (He is trying very hard to be a Normal Day-Person/Puppet for these lovable little guys.)

He's probably been spotted at least once as his real self but used magic to make the neighbor that saw him forget. He feels super guilty about it and swore he would never do it again unless there was no other choice.

He is so protective of his little puppet buddies, he would commit violence for them. He would do so much violence for them.

The vow of not using memory magic on anyone again is probably what starts the spiral of him getting found out since so much of what he does rn is built around keeping his concentration and being hidden.

He probably lies and gives a fake name if someone does manage to see/talk to him whilst not a puppet. (Will, perhaps?)

Possibly does stuff to intentionally make himself look different so they won't make the connection if he's spotted. Laving his hair in a bun instead of his usual pompadour, skipping his sweater/cardigan, wearing more muted colors, etc.

That's all I got for now. Please, someone, talk with me about this. Send me asks, leave replies. Anything.

#welcome home au #welcome home #the weirn books #weirn wally #this au needs a name #send me ideas #please talk to me #witch wally #wally darling #wh home

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roseunspindle · 3 years

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The Weirn Books 1

#svetlana chmakova #the weirn books #weirn #graphic novel #recommendation

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chetungwan · 4 years

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Perhaps one of the dumber things my sister and I got really into as kids was the Nightschool books, which ended ten years ago leaving tons of plot hanging

And today my sister discovered that a new book is out

#nightschool #the weirn books #sventlana chmakova #intrusive heartbeats

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kingsbridgelibraryteens · 4 years

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