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HOLD THE FUCK UP
I know we're well past the "that's his boss bs"
HOWEVER I WOULD LIKE TO NOTE THAT WITHIN THE SHOW ITSELF BASICALLY SAID THAT DOESN'T MATTER BACK IN SEASON 3
like in this scene the whole joke isn't oh it's weird that nandor likes guillermo cuz he works for him
nah nah nah
that part gets brushed aside very quick cuz of the actual joke being nandor being confused that the apparently was talking about guillermo
SO YEAH EVEN THO AGAIN WE'RE PAST IT THE BOSS SHIT REALLY DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER
thank you and good whatever time it is for you
#like the implied boss having a crush on his employee shit got brushed over SO HARD I forgot about it#that's how little that matters#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#guillermo de la cruz#nandor the relentless#nandermo#meg wwdits#word garbage™#mainly making this post cuz don't think anyone brought this up when that happened??????? I could be wrong#it's 1 am (almost 2) and this is the shit I do instead of sleeping
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aita for throwing out expired food from the family fridge?
I (17F) live with my dad (54M) and my mom (53F), but my mom works out of the country a lot. My dad is normal and seems to have a sense of shame(? for lack of a better word) when my mom's at home, but when she's working abroad, sometimes for months at a time, my dad kinda spirals. Necessary background is I'm also mildly immunocompromised.
When mom's home, he never does weird stuff, but once she's been gone for about 3 weeks, he starts getting weird.
He does things like cut mold chunks out of (soft) cheese and then put it back in the fridge, and once full on tried to convince me that so called 'live foods' like yogurt and kefir and tofu don't expire because 'they're already fermented' and putting expiration dates on them is either (when he's being more normal) a technicality/regulation or (when he's being weirder) a lie by Big Grocery™ to sell more food (for those who aren't familiar, live foods are fermented in specific ways with very specific bacteria, after they expire they go bad with things like mold just like any other food).
I've tried ignoring it and just not eating it, but it was making the other food in the fridge go bad faster and my dad started getting food poisoning symptoms, also my dad wouldn't buy new food if there was an expired one still in the fridge. Also, with things like the cheese, when he puts it back, I risk eating moldy food without realising it cuz there's no way to tell a mold chunk was cut out until I bite it and taste mold alos on multiple occasions, I've said I tasted mold in something and my dad has lied saying he didn't do this, only for me to see the moldy cheese trimmings in the garbage later when I'm throwing something away.
I've talked with my dad about this and it always goes something like this:
My dad: *drinks a pintglass of expired newman's own lemonaid*
*15 minutes later*
Dad: *coming back from the bathroom* I just had explosive diarrhea.
Me: You know how you drank a glass of expired lemona—
Dad: And it's delicious!
Me: Well, I'm just worried it's making you sick...
My dad: *5 minute rant about Big Grocery™*
Anyway, I started just throwing out the expired stuff, but he'd take it out of the garbage, even when there was something nasty on it, like used coffee grounds or 12 hour old egg shells dripping salmonella-y egg. So I started opening the containers of expired food and spilling them into the garbage bag (they're hefty bags, so it's not making a mess in the can) and sometimes I'd put a handfull of (clean/unused) cat litter into the bag too if it was something like bad produce (think limp carrots or slimey lettuce) so he couldn't just rince it and put it back.
Then I cleaned the fridge with bleach spray and now things aren't going moldy as fast and we have so much more room in there (I didn't get rid of anything but expired food, I wiped non-expired containers off with the bleach spray and put them back), also, my dad's stomach problems have stopped.
I still don't think I did anything wrong, since I know my mom would have done this the second she came home and my dad wouldn't have objected, but since I did it, he yelled at me for wasting money, called me a stooge to Big Grocery™ and compared me to his brother, who thinks leftovers go bad in the time it takes to drive home.
What are these acronyms?
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lightning strikes
Underfell!Papyrus x gn!Reader || written platonic; can be read as romantic
cw/tw: underfell typical violence, the vaguest mention of death, negative self-thought || angst and fluff
Uhhh, reverse comfort for Edge who is scared of thunderstorms. This took so long to publish lord. For the record, I am back at school so any writing I do will be kept to the weekends. Trying to get a job at the college archives so that would theoretically take up a decent amount of my time during the week. N E ways,,,, written platonic bc there's not enough of that out there, but just know that Edge is my babygirl.
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It's pouring outside. The kind of pouring that would soak you to the bone in a minute flat. And with heavy rain, comes the loud crash of thunder.
You walk into your living room and see a very tall skeleton on the couch. Edge called you and told asked you to hang out. So here you are... hanging out...
You were getting something out of your room before the ‘hang out’ officially started. As you walked back into the living room you saw him definitely not relaxing. You’d make some kind of stiff-as-a-corpse joke if the sheer tenseness of his posture wasn’t so concerning. Edge is barely even sitting on the couch, poised stiffly at the edge of the cushion clearly trying not to bolt.
“Hey Edge, what’s uh…. What’s up man?”
“NOTHING. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING UP WITH ME. IN FACT I AM DOWN. THERE IS MUCH DOWN WITH ME”
“…”
“…”
“You committing to that?”
“YES…. YES I AM.”
“Alright,” best not to question it, “then do you want to watch a movie or something? I think that new MTT romance j-“
As you were talking there was a bright flash and a loud boom of thunder. You saw Edge flinch, hard. That’s deeply concerning. Hell, judging by the claw marks on the armrest, that's very concerning.
Wait, no your poor couch.
“Ok listen. Edge, my love, what’s wrong? And don’t give me shit.”
“I SAID IT IS NOTHING HUMAN,” clap of thunder, flinch, “AND. AND I- AND I DO NOT NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE.”
“Mhm... Right, then can I sit next to you?” He can be a garbage liar sometimes.
“YES OF COURSE. THIS IS A HANGOUT AND SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IS STEP TWELVE IN MY HANGING OUT MANUAL™.”
You're gonna dig the issue out of him. He knows it too. You walk over and plop down next to him. Once you're close enough you realize that his bones are chattering. Has he realized? You aren't sure.
"So what do you want to watch?" Thunder, lighting, flinch.
"ANYTHING IS FINE! THE TERRIBLE EDGE HAS NO PREFERENCE!" Stars, he's compensating right now.
"Edge. I am begging you to talk to me. You're chattering."
"I AM NOT 'CHATTERING'... OKAY, MAYBE I AM. THIS PROVES NOTHING AND IS OF NO IMPORTANCE"
He makes things so hard sometimes. Time to get creative.
"Edge."
"WHAT IS IT NOW HUMAN, DON'T YOU WANT TO WATCH MTT AND HANG OUT?"
"I'm scared of thunder." Wait that delivery was awful he's not gonna believe it.
"WELL OF COUR-," the claps of thunder are getting more frequent, "COURSE YOU ARE! HUMANS ARE- ARE PUNY! AND FEARFUL! AND WEAK!"
He also makes things so easy sometimes.
"Would you do me a favor and help me out then? Can you tell me what you would want if, hypothetically, you were afraid of storms?"
"IF I? WELL IF I WAS, HYPOTHETICALLY, AFRAID OF THESE GHASTLY STORMS, WHICH I AM NOT, I THINK I WOULD LIKE TO BE HELD. BUT CLEARLY, I DON'T NEED THAT, BECAUSE I AM NOT AFRAID OF STORMS." There were at least three flinches and a stutter or two during that whole shpiel. The storm outside sounds like it getting pretty bad. Time to work fast.
"Wow," wait you're trying to sell having a phobia, put more oomph into it, "that does sound helpful! Can we try it then? Here I'll lay back, just hand me that pillow." With a blend of pained, relieved, and a bit humiliated look, Edge dislodges his claws from your couch (I hope you know how to reupholster) and grabs the pillows. He tosses them over to you with a bit too much power.
"Ow. thanks man." You lay back and get yourself comfortable. Once you are in the primary position to cuddle with Edge and watch the t.v., you gesture for him to lie down with you.
"IF YOU THINK THIS WILL HELP-," thunder, "HELP- HELP YOU." He couldn't be stiffer but does manage to get horizontal. Once he gets situated, you flip down the blanket from the back of the couch onto the two of you. You can feel him still rattling a bit.
"Hey."
"HEY?"
"Can I touch you?"
"YOU ARE TOUCHING ME HUMAN." You feel the slightest smile on your chest.
"Fair enough," what a pain, "can I gently rub your skull? To self-soothe of course."
"TO SELF-SOOTHE YOURSELF, YES MAKES SENSE. I WILL ALLOW YOU TO RUB MY SKULL FOR YOUR OWN COMFORT AND NOT MINE."
Once he gave the okay, you started to lightly stroke the back of his skull with your fingertips. You want to keep it barely there until he stops chattering as badly as he is. Slowly he stills. You both lay in the dim room listening to the storm pass by. As the quiet moments continue, you feel Edge flinching less and less when the thunder booms"
"Hey."
"HEY."
"Do you want to talk about it yet"
"HYPOTHETICALLY, I MIGHT, POTENTIALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS THEORETICAL 'IT'."
"I say this with love but you are such a pain sometimes."
"NYEH-HEH PERHAPS. BUT... YES, I AM WILLING TO TELL YOU WHY I AM SO WORKED UP AND CHATTERING LIKE A BABYBONES." You hum and let him continue.
"THE UNDERGROUND WAS NOT A NICE PLACE, THIS IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE. WHAT IS LESS DISCUSSED IS THE ENVIRONMENT. WE MONSTERS LIVED UNDERGROUND, IN A LARGE CAVE UNDERNEATH AN EVEN LARGER MOUNTAIN. WE HAD VERY UNIQUE WEATHER BECAUSE OF IT. ONE OF THESE UNIQUE OCCURRENCES WAS CAVE-INS AND SKY FALLS. STARS THE SOUND." Edge coiled a bit as he said it.
"THE SOUND OF CEILING OR WALLS CRACKING WAS SO LOUD. THE SOUNDS OF THESE STORMS ARE SO LOUD. HEARING THE CRACKS MEANT HALF THE UNDERGROUND HAD TO FLEE INTO THE SAFEST PLACES THEY COULD FIND. MY BROTHER AND I WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE A FINISHED AND REINFORCED BASEMENT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE COULDN'T HAVE LOST OUR HOUSE TO A FALLING ROCK." He readjusted himself and wrapped his arms around you, head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.
"IT- IT WAS TERRIBLE. IT ONLY GOT WORSE AS MORE PEOPLE YOU KNEW, MORE PEOPLE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT-" He's clinging to you so desperately, like a child to their toy.
"Hey Edge, you don't need to keep talking. It's okay."
"THERE WAS NEVER ANY GOOD TO COME FROM THIS LOUDNESS."
"That must have been awful. But can I ask you something?" He nods.
"Did you try? When you were able I mean, did you ever try to help just one person?" He takes a second and nods again.
"Then you did your job. Environmental tragedies can't be helped Edge. They can't be stopped and a lot of the time they barely can be predicted. If you helped even one person the whole time you were underground, you did your job."
"YES BUT THE PEOPLE I DIDN'T HELP-"
"Couldn't be helped. You are not a bad person. I haven't known you for that long, but I do know that you are a good person that wants to do good deeds. I believe, with my heart and soul, that for anyone you might not have helped, you had a reason. It might have been cowardly or for your own self-interest, but I believe you had a genuine reason for not stepping in sometimes." He's quiet. And still. Crap, did you overstep? You probably said something wrong and upset him more-
"THANK YOU." It was a statement barely spoken above a whisper.
#sorry yall i dont want to proof read#i might come back later#Underfell papyrus x reader#•centipede writes•#papyrus x reader#papyrus x you#uf!papyrus x reader#underfell papyrus x you#uf!papyrus x you#underfell papyrus#underfell#undertale x reader#undertale imagines#undertale scenarios#underfell x reader#uf!papyrus
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Imagine If You Will...
(Spencer Agnew Drabble)
So... the Mountain mall wasn't the worst place to work, the crowds were anything but chaotic, but tucked away in the info booth you found yourself often able to focus on simple directions and parking validation, for the most part, that is of course until the Dew™ released a new flavor, and distributing samples became part of the job description.
A/N: Obvs no affiliation with mtn dew
Swinging your feet back and forth, you swiveled in aimless circles, the tepid weather outside mixed with the lack of any seasonal sales had left the mall all but empty. The heavy thud of a box sounded from the other side of the desk, as Samantha dropped the package off, In your months working under these specific fluorescents this box was the first of its kind. Yet the packaging was anything but non-descript; cold neon greens and the little mountain graphics coated not only the cardboard but the bright pink tape that bound it.
Reaching across the bench to pull it over, you sliced it open revealing another layer of wrapping, once again neon green, the tissue paper was nicely tied with a ribbon, yet seemed to be about to burst.
Finally reaching product after sifting through the copious amounts of padding you were somewhat confused by the abundance of cans, 'Is this... our yearly bonus?' your words were muttered somewhat in jest but were laced with confusion nonetheless. Tugging some sort of invoice from her back pocket, your colleague read out 'Sampling Product', her finger forming bunny rabbits over the phrase.
"So we're giving out samples now? I guess its somewhat informative...?" You mused still not truly convinced.
"It does mention it adds a fiver to our hourly rates for the next couple months.' she added with her eyebrows raised.
"Well then" you muttered hands on your hips, suddenly much more impassioned over the news "Better get to it then oh-" As you ferreted through the box you retrieved a few tees; the 'i' information symbol on the front and the Mountain Dew advertising on the back- honestly not too horrendous...if you ignore the familiar neon green of the fabric.
The next day, you'd donned the bright shirt and as you began to stack a little tower of cans, on the smallest of folding tables, you watched the stores slowly open up for the day ahead. The weather was once again mild inside and outside the shopping center, but the day dragged on. You would swear it took hours for the long hand of the clock to shift even slightly, and even worse by the time it hit ten you'd already received four separate complaints about your attire and the shelling of so called 'sugary garbage' ... Cause yes Dorris I chose for this mall to be owned by Mtn Dew, me the person at the info desk at nine AM on a Sunday...
Nevertheless, customer service frustrations aside, the day passed easily enough, a few samples were taken with mixed reactions, a couple four-packs bought, but otherwise it was business as usual.
"Excuse me-uh am I able to try some of this" The man on the other side of the desk was peering through his curls to look between you and the signage sheepishly. Trotting out from the behind information desk to the small folding table with a nod, you grabbed one of the tiny sample cups, filled it and handed it to him as he exchanged a quiet 'thank you'. Expecting the exchange to end there you turned to retreat to your station, only for him to speak up once more catching you in the act...
"So um-'Ultimate'...what flavor is that?" Sizing him up somewhat as you reached for a can you relented, curious of his reaction to the overzealous biography printed on the back of the can, "The description we get from the can is 'Chaos Berries grown on mountain alcoves, watered with traditional dew.'"
He looked back at you somewhat vacantly, seemingly lost in the avant-garde flavor description, so in an attempt to shock his system you countered with a giggle; "But to me it just tastes like lime." After your confession he found his words quite quickly in turn.
"I was just thinking the same thing - the lime thing- not the um- Chaos Berries" His tone was jovial but still immensely hesitant.
"Do you like it? In my experience that's all that really matters," Suddenly feeling it important that the conversation continues you found some words you weren't entirely sure fit together as you stuttered on; "I-Its like I always say; the real chaos berries are the friends we tasted along the way." Okay. So they definitely didn't all go together, at least not in the same analogy, and yet in place of his confused stare he was now looking at you with a warm smile. You thought it must have been the sweetest smile you'd ever received, his eyes were crinkled slightly on the edges in good natured amusement and overall it left nothing for you to do but return it as best you could.
"Well um thank you, I- should um-" He motioned to a random store as he waved goodbye briefly before starting off after a solid minute of silence between the pair of you. You waved to him briefly before retreating to your seat to find a small queue in front of your desk waiting for assistance. Quickly returning to work with a fresh warmth in your cheeks, you tried your best to focus on the task at hand for the hours to come.
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WORMTON AU MASTERPOST
"Spamton G. Spamton is just a normal spam program making ends meet by tricking darkners into buying his garbage. At least, that's what he tells a blue addison he accidentally wins over, as well as their friends. He won't fall for their genuine words and pure compassion, though. A salesman and a manipulator are one and the same, and neither can trick the other.
…right?"
AKA: Spamton, but he represents a computer worm as a darkner. He's some sort of 15 foot long fluffy parasitic alien centipede worm creature, and the Sweepstakes worm represents what his species's parasitic hatchlings look like after they slowly consume and kill their host from the inside out. Spamton is the last of his species left after they were exterminated (representing a computer worm being downloaded onto a computer and eventually fought off). He wears a disguise to hide his worm status so that he may interact with the general public without being reported and killed by an antivirus. He doesn't meet the addisons until after the extermination of his species. Hope he doesn't form any emotional attachment that would be severed if they found out what he really was, haha
This AU exists mostly in the form or art and text posts, but I am currently working on a fanfic about Wormton and the addisons, which will start being posted to ao3 once I finish the entire rough draft.
Links below to all: lore, art, question answers, marketable plushies, and fic updates ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
Lore (art included)
Initial lore post
- The basics. Describes the general characteristics, infection process and behavior of malworms (darkner version computer worms). Also describes the extinction of Spamton's species, his origins, and the setup for his interactions with the addisons.
More malworm biology
- More information on malworm culture/biology and Spamton's specific species (the BIGSHOT malworm). Woah, say that 10 times fast...uh, also more information on the extinction of Spamton's species.
Size comparison and more biology
- A sketch dump showing a size comparison between the addisons and masked/unmasked Spamton. Also features some general sketches of BIGSHOT malworms and some more information on their biology.
Spamton before he met the addisons
- A sketch page + text on some scenes from Spamton's life from before he met the addisons.
General info/designs of malworm genera
- Not much Spamton here. It's just a look at what the other types of malworms might look like.
Art (sometimes a smidgen of lore)
Spamton and the addisons (pre-reveal)
Annoying Mouse Room™ Infinite Food Hack
The Worm Nest
How Wormton's costume works
Pros of not having a spine
Late night worm posting
Q&A
My asks are open, so feel free to ask me any questions about my AU or art in general (within reason, obviously)! I like drawing responses when applicable, so feel free to give me a wormton drawing request and I might consider it.
Asks from Instagram about lore
Can malworm/wormton fanart be made? (Yes pretty please I would love fanart)
Plushies
Why did I make ten spamton worm plushies? I fear that number may increase
My Worm Collection
Spamton Plush Wormton Outfit
Fic Updates
Sometimes I post art and some thoughts about the Wormton AU fic I am working on. I won't be publicly posting it until I finish the rough draft of the entire story. I am maybe halfway? I'm doing my best, but I'm also dealing with life's responsibilities and making other art. I have no idea for a release date yet, but I don't plan on giving up.
Chapters 1-10 are in a first-draft state with no dialogue. Once the entire story has reached this point, I will finish each chapter one by one and post them as I do. As previously mentioned, chapters will be released on ao3 once finished. As of 04/22/24, it is: 102k words long
86k words update
100k words update
Thank you for enjoying my silly little AU, I love reading your tags
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OOOOkaay time to dump homestuck garbage on here cause although only my friends look at my barely active page, I can't ever garble my stupid gobbles out to my friends in actual person so here I am
anyways have some? domestic?? relationship? crap? headcannons 🤷
🫐John Eg fart bert☁️
typw of mfker to be out in public and just rest his head on your shoulder, causally getting groceries? in supermarket? head on shoulder. making fuckin pancake? head on shoulder. literally standing doing nothing? head on shoulder
even if he's shorter, he will do it,
don't doubt him
I think he'd have god awful pick up lines but not, like, offensive or crude, just plain stupif bad- some garbage like
"I'd bring you too the movies but they don't let you bring your own snacks :("
like sneaky almost, some would genuinely be so thought out it'd just smear right over your smooth brain
fuckin- breath pick up lines, always-
"I hope you know CPR! you just took my breath away!"
whata fuckin dork
but he takes pride in that and if your interested in him you automatically become a dork yourself
you can't not get looped in with his garbage movie taste and stupid shenanigans
silly pranks with him
he'd pull pranks on you, matter fact if your his partner he'd probably pull pranks on you the most
genuinely sucha simp-
not clingy simp or overbearing simp just, yknow, can't help but go on and on about his significant other if ever brought up in a situation, probably brings them up just to do that
I think hed show physical affection in soft, gentle ways? nervous.™
like im talking hesitantly moving to hold your hand, or doing that stupid move of yawning and placing your arm around the other person and bringing then closer
holding you by the sides of your arms, gently trailing down to hold your hands
so soft for you, an even bigger dork when its just yall, absolute bafoon, a fool for you I'd even say
he 100000% babbles about you to his friends, and your friends, and you- lmao, his whole friend group will and can not escape his wrath of adoring you
absolutely talking Jade and Rose's ear off about you cause Dave can't take another moment of it-
will tell you how amazing and cute and this and that you are
no hesitation
I think hed be more than comfortable with pda, holding hands?
yes.
face smooches?
absolutely.
picking you up like a damn bag of flour over his shoulder?
indeed.
🪅Gamzee Makara🧫 (gamgee maraca)
gonna be honest with you? probably a bit stinky
and not in like a swamp ass way like, he just distinctly smells like face paint and whatever who's guess at sopor slime smells like if it even has a smell-
mfker looms over you
he doesn't get like half of the words you say into his brain a lot of the time unless you specify its importance
he's trying his best
but regardless of not actually listening to your words, he loves listening to you talk, just speaking, he could stare at your face all day
like- in an unblinking manner but still lovingly
speaking of your face, that's what he'd mostly end up hugging, he's already hunched over a shit load so when he hugs you he just hugs your whole dome to his chest
probably garbles some silliness to you in a drunk/high like state, just holding you impossibly close to him and mumbling some junk like
"YoU..yOu GoT a NiCe..A nIcE fAcE..aNdD..sMeLl GoOd,,..WaRm"
I like to think the higher up on the hemospectrum(?) idk that trolls gradually get like more cold-blooded? if that makes sense?
okay like the higher it goes up the more the troll has a tough time gaining and keeping warm
he'd love warm stuff, like some big cat he'd just flop on it and purr away
you get clown makeup on your face each time he gives you a smooch, I don't make the rules
honestly would sniff you, and like, not subtly like straight "SNIIIFFFF"
can seamlessly re-create the actually honk squeek sound, but yknow, saying honk is much easier
and god forbid he finds you sitting or relaxing
all up in your biz, not like, verbally but he's already waddled over and rested his head on your lap or wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer
I think hed be really mushy gushy over physical affection, not like embarrassed but he just enjoys it greatly and will do anything for you to play with his hair more
tbh a bit scary ngl, like, has that uh, union effect from Steven Universe, just sorta appears sometimes, there, observing,
he'd try and get you to eat sopor slime, he wouldnt force you but he'd definitely like, lean in with a tin of it and try and convince you, but he's not shoving it down ur gullet
probably great at taking snuggle naps, like he could most likely just drape all his limbs over you like some limp cat and just peacefully snooze away
also that whole shit of trolls having nightmares if not all snuggled up in sopor slime?
I love to believe it's canceled out by another person snuggling with them,
and that person is you of course,
you can't leave his presence without like a visable mark somewhere on you that you where around him
wether that be clown make up or sopor slime smeared somewhere on you
or you wearing his shirt, or his incredibly long pants
he's also a dork
I think hed enjoy how squishy humans are in general
he'd hold and love every part of you with a lopsided smile
hugging his arms around your hips as he leaves sloppy kisses against your tummy, smudging clown makeup on you
aahugh sleepiness is kicking in but I don't care I must persist because I'm. GAY.
Dave Strider (who names their child this)
breaking news! he's also a major dork
but in secret?
and an even bigger dork when its just yall
type of mfker to just pour his heart out to you in a way that makes you blank in the brain and then go "haha sorry that was weird" or "my bad that was probably cringe"
so unbelievably soft for you behind door, cannot do pda- for the life of him-
"hey, uh I made us a playli-" "YES."
listening to music with you at any given chance, likes sharing music genres and songs
if you dont make mention of him not smiling or laughing often around others he'll just let himself slip like that yknow?
like he'll giggle and laugh at more things, stupid, silly things,
comfortable with you to say the least
CAPE BLANKET, CAPE BLANKET, CAPE BLANKE-
like mentioned above- if you got the chance to snuggle up close to him he'd drape his silly cape over yall both,
mostly you but 🤷
probably had a god damn coronary trying to figure his feelings out
talking with Rose or John like
"I dunno the fucks wrong with me, my heart hurts and my gut feels likes its in knots like im gonna barf?- "
"you like them dave‐ you like _____."
"....i—.....whuh??-"
stammering and studdering round you like he has a speech impediment, has words in his head but just cannot execute them at all-
not with you around
it legit don't matter to him, he will call you bro, dawg, dude, homie, homeslice? home dawg?
probably would use these in an endearing way tho, just "dude?...bro?" in a loving way
"you have a smoochable face dude"
"...fruity.."
"fuck you-"
very hesitant on touching, not that he minds, he just will mentally perish if he ever made you feel weird
he'd definitely be the mfker to when cuddling with him to just to nestle and nuzzle the top of his head into the crook of your neck
mentioning cuddling- like whilst asleep, he'll still have a part of him touching you, wether it's his foot against your calf or his entire leg draped over you
#gay people#dave strider#gamzee makara#homestuck#x reader#john egbert#headcanon#dave strider x reader#john egbert x reader#Gamzee Makara x reader#fruity
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it's that time of year again: AK's 2023 Wrapped™. no, not the music thing. the december year-in-review thing. my spotify charts were deeply unfunny this time around because of all the game soundtracks i've been listening to. i don't know when these end-of-year posts became tradition for me, which is to say i could find out and i'm too lazy to check. the important thing, like lemon pigs or eating black-eyed peas, is that it feels like we've always done it. in the depths of winter, the warmth comes from the routine.
i won't beat around the bush about it: it's been a difficult year. it's been hard enough that it doesn't seem appropriate to joke about it or wave it off in favor of big, blog-worthy wins. times are dark right now. it behooves all of us to think deeply and check on each other. i hope i've been a decent friend to the people who needed it. so instead of scraping together a halfhearted victory lap, i'm going to go against my better judgment and be vulnerable.
it wasn't all bad. i got promoted to staff narrative designer this year, which is a fancy way of saying "you don't have to do time cards anymore." it's strange: in an industry infamous for volatility, my job has become one of the few things i can rely on to be positive. i believe my coworkers like me, which is good, because i like them. i feel not just included, but welcomed at work social events. i've developed a reputation for being a garbage goat on my writing team. "got an odd job? give it to AK. we can count on her to eat it." i had the chance to collaborate with someone i've looked up to for years, and i was delighted to find out how amenable they are to work with. there's work stress and there's work stress. everyone has challenging days, but it's not the crab bucket that voltage was, so it never seems that bad. i keep it in perspective. sure, these tasks keep me on my feet, but is it three cents a word, seven thousand words a week? i'll live.
i just wish it had all been good. it speaks to how my health has been that getting covid in february was one of the most mundane things to happen to me. i did everything right. i had all my boosters. i had paxlovid. i recovered well. still, it knocked me out of orbit in the psychological sense. i stopped getting enough exercise, though i'm building myself up again. i became neurotic about my stats. am i Getting A Good Grade In Blood Pressure? what about Pulse Rate? two months later, i came down with a strange, unrelated condition that was nowhere near as serious as covid, but made my life ten times more difficult. i'm happy to report i feel worlds better these days. even so, it was a bizarre time. bodies sure are curious.
later, my sink flooded my closet, and for a few days, i had to reckon with the idea that mold might destroy my entire wardrobe. all those irreplaceable pieces of character design that i've built my identity around since i was eighteen years old. who would i be without them? a wise person would say it was a lesson: stop defining who you are by your looks and find worth in your inner self. the mold is gone and my clothes are fine, but sometimes i have days where my lungs seem like they're sort of operating at ninety percent. i'm trying not to fuss about it. my checkups are normal, and i feel fine whenever i get out of the house for a while. maybe it'll go away when i move. because, hey, i can contemplate saving for a house now. how about that? remember when my mother and i were homeless? what a surreal landscape of highs and lows.
maybe grief is strange like that. in july, just when my health started to settle down, my grandmother died. it was a long time coming. she was 94 and extremely frail. i handled it well at first. it took the ensuing few months for the full weight of human mortality to sink in. before, i'd mainly been to funerals of warm, but distant old men, great patriarchs who loved but didn't relate to little girls. her, i knew. she was there when i was born. i won't go into detail, but it was not a peaceful passing, and it left problems in its wake. you don't live through that without taking a long, hard look at your life. everyone gets the invincibility knocked out of them sometime.
my mother is too disciplined to let it get the better of her. on the worst days of her life, the stove still got cleaned and the bills got paid. when people give her condolences, she encourages them to look on the bright side: she got almost seventy years with her. how many children can say that? but i can tell she's sad, and i'm not under any illusion i can help. i have to sit with it. there's nothing else for me to do.
under different circumstances, i'd have thrown myself into my work. i'd come up with some writing project to avoid thinking about it. i guess the dominant theme when it comes to my personal writing has been inertia: accomplishing nothing and being unsure of myself. if it's a growing pain, it's a rough one. i question my storytelling instincts so much, it's hard to get a story off the ground, let alone take it anywhere. i've hit a point where i find the conventions of the romance genre limiting. i still want to write about people in love, though, and i can't reconcile the two. why do some love stories get to be love stories and others are "just romance?" you could ask why it's "just" romance, and that's a good, but different conversation, i think. what are the great love stories saying about the human condition that i'm not? what is my work saying, period? not a whole lot, i'm afraid. i used to be pugnacious about writing from my id brain, about doing it for the fun of it. i worry that's not going to cut it anymore. i have to push myself harder. i also have to stop fretting about being perceived as pretentious for asking these questions.
it would be easier if i had more answers. i'm not sure which project to work on next, because they're all half-formed outlines with plots i don't know how to fill. i'm not sure whether it'd be weird for someone with my job to keep writing or posting fanfic, no matter how informally. i'm not sure what role physical intimacy should play in my writing, if any, because along with everything else, this was the year shame caught up to me. i'm not sure what happened there. i hope the "are sex scenes necessary" debate didn't get me, because i'd argue for their artistic merit any day. but when i do it, i worry that it's indiscreet somehow, like i'm revealing myself in ways that make strangers uncomfortable. some days i feel like going through my backlog of published work and tearing out all the sex-adjacent content like a power-mad inquisitor. i won't, because i'd regret it, but i spend a lot of time being embarrassed. it's embarrassing. i can't escape the feeling that people don't want to know that about me.
despite it all, it's still bad form to end on a down note, so i'll leave you with this: after five years, i finally got into physical therapy for my arm. i told my doctor the whole sob story and she put in a referral to a hand/occupational clinic. will it help? i don't know. i've tried so many things that haven't. but they're optimistic that i'm in better shape than i think - i've heard a lot of "wow, we get patients who can't even open a jar!" - so it's worth a shot. if it means i can draw a little more, it's something. i still make time for the picrew every day. ever onward. thanks for hanging in there with me, guys. you keep things interesting.
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i have a confession
recently i had some trouble and had to delete an email
problem is, i used the google docs there to write my fics. and i thought i downloaded them all, but only one of my major ones did, and i lost everything else
literally all of it
i am anonymous because i lost my tumblr acc but on ao3 i am veetheree, and i had this longer dilemma regarding my potterlock fic (pretty disillusioned with rowling and all.that, unsure whether to continue) but even so i saw that a lot of people subscribed to it and i wanted to at least see where the story leads, i had over 300k words apart from the 40k i published
and i domt hve it anymore :') i didnt check the process because it seemed okay and i had other uni and work stuff to take care of, and now i check it and :') it's gone :')) im not doing well, and i am going to delete the fic i think
i dont have the energy to maintain it and i dont want it to be left in the dust either - i have lost all hope for it, and this is just a punch in the gut. and i was proud of the plot and how i intertwined the 2 worlds too
this is mostly just a rant because i dont really have anybody else who can relate to the pain of fic writing and the challenges that come with it
also, as to why i had to delete the email - it's complicated, hacking situation and such, but it happened over 2 months ago so im not able to retrieve it and neither do i really feel like looking into it, im done with that fic for good 😭
that's all, thank you for being a safe space for me to go to, and i apologise to anyone who was waiting for that fic to be updated :(
Hey Lovely *HUGS*
OH GOODNESS, I'm SO sorry you had a garbage time with your email, and even more so, accidentally deleted fics from your Google Drive without saving all of them. I'm TERRIFIED of losing my own fics from my G-Drive all the time (I do actually write and have about 15 "snippets" of fics on there) and back them up religiously.
That said, I can understand how life can overtake literally everything and just make being online Too Much™ – happens to me all the time 💜🖤. And I know how disheartening it can be to just... not have the motivation anymore to continue on with something, heaven knows I've done that plenty in my 40 years, LOL. And Lovely, we have to remember to do what's best for us in the long run.
When I was a teen, I wrote a fairly popular Sonic fanfic series that I never completed, literally left it on a cliffhanger. This was back before even FFNet, and fics were distributed in the Sonic fandom on our Geocities pages via Webring, LOL. After life took over, it still remains unfinished over 20 years later. I recently found the original word docs of all 9 of the stories (with the 10th one half-finished) and while I cringe at my bad writing from back then, I still love immersing myself in that world. One of these days, maybe I'll finish it, because I do think it was a great concept and intriguing storyline that dealt a lot with humanity and sentience, just obviously written by a teenager, hahaha.
The point of that anecdote? We can still love the things we wrote, and still want to engulf ourselves in that world from time to time and not feel bad about it. And if you decide to come back to it a decade from now, that's okay too. You're only human.
And never EVER hesitate to come here for a friendly eyeball to vent to. I try my best to make y'all feel not so alone. Glad to see you are okay, Vee, truly. That's what's most important.
*SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE* I hope you have a beautiful, prosperous day. And I'm sure your fic-fans understand <3
#steph replies#steph's sofa#new tag i think... i answer enough asks like this :)#chatting with lovelies#fandom life#author problems#writer problems#my advice#i am not a professional
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jealousy HCs (Law, Kidd, Mihawk)
gn reader (kidd, mihawk), poly
masc reader (law), he/they law
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Law
They’re secure enough in their relationship with you to let most things slide, knowing that you’re tough enough to handle yourself in a pickle, but when something does tick Law off enough to bother them, my god are they petty
It could be a stranger, one of your crew mates, or hell, maybe even his own - the moment Law registers someone as intentionally going after your romantic or sexual affections, he’s turning the Bitch™ up to an eleven
He suddenly and inexplicably gets really physical - sliding an arm around your waist, cuddling you from behind, kissing your cheek, coming up to you mid-conversation and changing the topic entirely so your focus is entirely on them instead - all while either completely ignoring the other person or glaring the offending person to death
A silent, ‘I’m in minding MY man’s business, bitch, what the hell do you think you’re doing?’
Law already has a hell of a resting bitch face to begin with, but now? He’s looking at the offending party like that on purpose
They’re fine with poly arrangements, although it would have to be discussed beforehand and take some time for him to get used to, old monogamous habits instilled by societal standards nip at his ankles and jealousy brews in the back of his mind before Law has to remind himself that your partner was there before him and that you didn’t love him any less regardless of that
But a little reassurance that you enjoy being his man every now and again would be appreciated (good luck figuring out that’s what they want that though, Law is chronically known for keeping insecurities to themself then subsequently getting upset that their partner isn’t doing what they aren’t telling him to do)
Kidd
Very territorial
Kidd’s wholly and entirely devoted to Killer, but neither of them mind if one or the other wants to keep someone on their arm on the side, nor do they mind (much, on Kidd’s end) if you’d like to keep your options open too
He will sneer at anyone stupid enough to openly flirt with you in his presence, though
You walk into the common area with hickeys on your neck and your captains spots them almost immediately, Kidd would command you to sit in his lap
He’s grouchy and huffy about it but Kidd be damned if he’d be so transparent about his feelings like that, especially around his crew
Later he’d show you what a real partner actually feels like, remind you why he’s the best and will always be the best you’ve had
Let him have his fun by “asserting his dominance”, it’s an easy way to pound town and a good time, if not some soreness and more lasting marks on your person, but that’s a small price to pay
Come to find out that the marks were actually from Killer, Kidd’s main partner, and now Kidd’s pretending like he didn’t rail you within an inch of your life and beg for his superior cock for no reason
Mihawk
He’s unbothered, in his lane, still loving you and thriving
Mihawk’s been around long enough as a pirate on the high seas to know that if were to take on other partners for the night that would be your business and yours alone - he does on occasion too - and if that connection with this other person(s) ever turned into something more, you’d have the emotional intelligence to come to him about it so you could discuss moving forward from there like proper adults
If it’s advances from someone potentially unwanted he trusts you enough to skewer them yourselves but if you do call for his help, cariño, they’ll be split in two before you can even sigh your next ‘no’
The one thing he might side eye you for though, is if that choice for the night happens to be Shanks
Yes, Mihawk has laid with and loved that absolute garbage-fire disaster of a man before, more than he’d care to admit, but he’d expect at least you, the love of his life and the stars in is sky, to have at least a little more self respect than he does
#cebwrites#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#one piece x you#op x reader#one piece law#trafalgar law#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar d water law#law x reader#law x you#law x y/n#law x male reader#law x masc reader#kilkidd#kidd x you x killer#kidd x reader#kid x reader#eustass kidd#op kid#op mihawk#dracule mihawk#mihawk x reader#mihawk x you#poly
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The horrible emails in a YouTuber's inbox
I have a public contact email on my YouTube channels, which of course means it gets scraped by absolute hordes of spambots and mailing lists for crappy mobile games.
That's okay though, that's what filters are for, and I'm not much bothered by it.
Sometimes, though, you also get Legitimate Business Emails from real, actual companies who want to do real business with you. They market various services, multi-channel networks (no fucking thanks), SEO optimization and all the rest of the industries that perch on the side of influencer marketing and Content Creation™.
Most of these emails aren't worth talking about, they're just business. They're usually couched in excessively cheerful "Hello! My name is Content Influencer Specialist Assistant Manager, and we here at Influencer Service Provider absolutely love the content on your [[INSERT CHANNEL NAME HERE]] channel!"-language, pretending that they've watched even thirty seconds of anything you've made. It's annoying, but inoffensive, it's just how this kind of business is done.
Today, though. Today, my friends, I received a motherfucking EMAIL. A promotion for a service which seems to be motivated entirely by spite and contempt both for my work and for my audience as a whole.
There are two things I want to especially call your attention to here. First is the absolute 24 karat solid gold INGOT of a throwaway line, "boost channel stats and income without wasting your time on new content creation."
If I spent a whole week workshopping ideas, I don't think I could write a sentence that more completely communicates contempt both for my work and the ethics of my job, but also a single-minded drive for money as the only metric of any real value.
The other thing I want to draw your attention to is EIGHT FUCKING STREAMS?? EIGHT??? Four plus four goddamn motherfucking CONCURRENT streams, running 24/7 on my channel, constantly regurgitating my videos for no other reason except to game YouTube's recommendation algorithm and make the line go up?
Further down the email, they helpfully link a helpful and informative article they've written, which contains further magnificent wisdom:
I have stared into the Abyss too long, and this email is the Abyss staring back into me. This is an omen, a prophecy of the monster I could become.
If I ever become someone who runs eight continuous streams of re-runs, and who regularly shuts down and restarts these eight streams of continuous re-runs just to force them to show back up at the top of the YouTube recommendations, I beg of you, take me out behind the wood shed and put me out of my misery.
I summoned all of my powers of professionalism and politeness, and drafted a response:
Presumably, this is just someone whose job is entirely metrics optimization doing a very, very poor job of writing an email to a person who actually gives a shit about their job from an artistic point of view. Presumably it's just bad marketing copy.
But it thoroughly derailed my mind from getting any real work done today, so I am taking revenge by writing a blog about it, and hopefully you have... well, "enjoyed" might be the wrong word; hopefully you have been mildly fascinated by this peek into the garbage that populates the inboxes of YouTubers.
I'm serious about that wood shed thing, by the way. Like, whack! Just a quick, decisive strike to the back of the head, make it clean.
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Ok thinking about the two fights (well when am I NOT thinking about it?) and it dawned on me that at some point during both fights guillermo is right behind him touching him (the choke hold in the first fight and when he's talking about faking his death to gtfo in the second)
Now we all know nandor doesn't allow guillermo to hug him but he doesn't tell him off for doing this
So that's got me wondering why and I came up with 2 theories
1 at first denying hugs was a means to not get too emotionally attached to him
it's a way for him to remind himself that guillermo at the end of the day will one day leave him (whether cuz he turned him or he died or whatever) plus he's just a familiar so don't get attached
But he HAS gotten attached (he called him his firend ffs) so why keep denying the hugs?
Well to me I think it's a way to reject his own feelings for him (by saying no to his hugs he's saying no to his desires to touch him and his feelings for him)
Cause in the end of a day a hug is a way to show affection in some way shape or form
BUT IN A FIGHT THAT'S OUT THE WINDOW
Touch during a fight is unavoidable SO he allows guillermo to get close to him
Cause to him since this is a fight getting close is fair game
He just so happen to like it
Or 2 he didn't want touch that he didn't plan for
Despite guillermo technically swinging first both times nandor planned and started both fights
Now both fights had a purpose other then nandor wanting guillermo to fuck him up (the first one was a test and the second was to get guillermo out of fighting a different vampire) but I'd be lying if I said he 100% take advantage of the situation
So maybe he doesn't like unplanned for touch and when the opportunity stuck he knew fighting guillermo means touching him
As for why he doesn't like unplanned touch idk
Maybe he feels like he need it earn it? Like without a fight touching guillermo is weird? Again idk
I mean it's either one of these or nandor simply prefers to be held from behind and if guillermo offered to hug for behind he'd allow it which would be FUCKING HILARIOUS
Like imagine how annoyed guillermo would be if this ENTIRE TIME he could have just hugged him from behind LMAO
#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#nandor the relentless#guillermo de la cruz#nandermo#word garbage™#nandor you strange strange man#I'd imagine if guillermo doesn't get close to nandor in the next fight nandor is going to be sooo sad#like oh you're not going to put me in a choke hold or whisper in my ear? ok... :(
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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch. 20
Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Part 20!
Info:
DC timeline is fucked, I’m going with the “Batman know most ids but hasn’t revealed himself yet” and a use of the ol’ canon “Brucie Wayne is That Famous(™)" and known as being a serial adopter.
As for how Deadman knows things: Rama pulled a favor with clockwork to let Deadman mature as a ghost/learn about important zone information & culture before yeeting him back to the living world with no time lost bc balance reasons.
He doesn’t know everything about the zone - he’d be garbage at finding his way around and he doesn’t really know anybody - but he knows customs and he knows about halfas bc all info about the Ghost King was High Priority Know This Or Don’t At Your Own Risk (the risk is that will turn u into a . He basically spent a subjective decade practicing his powers or reading books on ‘how to ghost’ next to Rama. He never has to go back to the realm to ‘recharge’ because Rama just kinda beams him what he needs to keep going.
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“Well,” Constantine starts as he - ‘Finally,’ Bruce thinks - steps up to the table, evidently finished examining the scene, “I can tell you why we couldn’t find shit wrong in Gotham.”
“Elaborate,” Bru- Batman - he has to be Batman, now, has to be calm and think if he wants to get Jason back - demands.
“Don’t get your cape in a twist, Dadman, I’m getting there.” Constantine rolls his eyes, taking a seat.
“There’s a reason I don’t visit Gotham if I can help it - other than its stellar reputation and your renowned hospitality to outsiders.”
His amused snort very quickly transitions to a grimace.
“Gotham’s got the magical equivalent of background radiation. Real uncomfortable stuff. Feels like walking in the world’s biggest graveyard. And that-” he jabs a thumb over his shoulder “-feels just like it.”
“You’re saying he’s being kept somewhere in Gotham?” Red Robin perks up, voice hopeful and doubtful at once.
“No,” Constantine shoots down. “I’m saying whatever little fairy theory the kid had going was wrong, the fae haven’t lived in hell for centuries now. Even if it were them, pocket dimensions don’t actually work like that.”
“Wherever that portal led to reeks of death-” the Gotham heroes all tense at this, the others shooting them tentative looks of concern as Constantine steamrolls on “-and Gotham is exactly enough of a cesspit to have covered up the stink of it before. If it weren't for him being treated relatively well there, I woulda guessed he’d been dragged to hell. Dunno much about heaven - obviously - but I’ve never heard of them having escapees.”
“Obviously not,” Robin snaps, standing. “Red Hood is not dead, he was just here. We were able to see and interact with him, without any need for your tricks. Now can you tell us what it is, or do you just intend to sit there and list off all of the things that it is not?”
Beside him, a brace of batarangs appears in Black Bat’s hand, fanned out threateningly.
“Black Bat, Robin, that’s enough.” Batman commands, voice leaving no room for argument.
“He didn’t have a pulse.”
All eyes snap to Oracle, whose voice is only barely heard thanks to the silence following Batman’s words.
“That doesn’t mean anything!” Red Robin insists. “Superman and Martian Manhunter don’t always have a detectable pulse! We already know Hood is…different now. But that doesn’t mean he’s dead! Some kind of magic or advanced tech could’ve-”
“You think I don’t know that?” Oracle demands softly. “I don’t want him to be dead either, but lying to ourselves will just make things harder. We need to know the truth if we’re going to get him back, whether we like that truth or not.”
Constantine allows a few seconds of somber silence before opening his mouth to break it, but is cut off by the door slamming open.
“I’m here,” Shazam says, rushing to his seat, “What’s going on?”
“One second,” Constantine interjects, “Deadman is here too. Let me just….”
Deadman pops into visibility over the table.
In lieu of re-explaining, they play back the relevant recordings - Batman had started them the moment he sat down, just in case.
There were only perhaps 15 minutes of relevant video, including the explanation, the re-kidnapping, and what little Constantine had told them - they’d spent much of the time Jason had been present getting details, brainstorming potential counter-strategies, and just generally killing time in the hopes that the clock would run out and everything would be fine.
“And that’s everything we have so far,” Batman says as he pauses the video - no need to replay the argument. “Thoughts?”
“Well, Conny’s right that they ain’t fairies. You’re not gonna like the answer, though.” Deadman starts, ignoring Constantine’s glare.
“If you have answers we want to hear them, whether we like them or not.” Batman insists, trying to reign in the fragile hope trying to bloom in his chest in favor of bracing himself.
“That portal led to the Infinite Realms - more commonly called ‘The Ghost Zone.’ As the name implies, it’s infinite and - whaddaya know - full of the dead.”
“Then Red Hood is…what? In heaven? Limbo?” Batman’s mind races; was it even possible to steal him back? Had they just…been allowed a final goodbye?
“Nah,” Deadman says, breaking him out of his thoughts.
“Heaven, Hell, Purgatory - those places might be all Constantine has interacted with, but you gotta remember that I talk to Rama. Avatar of Vishnu? Yeah. The afterlife is a lot more complicated than most people think; fact of the matter is, all the afterlives people have believed in over the ages exist, and they all sit neatly in their own little slices of the Realms.”
Deadman floats to sit cross-legged at the head of the table.
“The only reason portals to hell and other locations in the Realms look different is because the local deity and/or devil makes them so, but much of the Zone is ungoverned by any specific deities or devils, so if you just open a portal to a random location, odds are it’s gonna be the green swirly.”
“So he is dead,” Signal concludes mournfully.
“Not necessarily. Kid said he got pulled through a portal to some kind of medical center, right? And his body was completely normal until one day he woke up looking different. And you lot didn’t find a body anywhere?”
“No,” Batman answered, “All we could find was the residue from the portal.”
“Well, if he’d up and died he shoulda left a body behind; it woulda been dumped back out by now - somewhere obvious, too, ghosts are big on proper burials. So unless someone managed to vaporize him, odds are he’s not fully dead, but he’s definitely at least a little dead.”
Robin scoffs, “‘A little dead.’ Do you hear yourself? Either he is dead or he is alive, there is no in between for that kind of thing.”
Deadman merely snorts.
“Says the liminal.”
Robin frowns.
“Liminal?” Robin, Batman, and Constantine all chorus.
“I thought that was just Gotham being possessive,” Constantine continues with a raised brow, turning an appraising eye on the batfamily.
“No,” Deadman answers, “All of you bats and birds are liminal - some more than others. Just a little changed, just a little touched by death. With any luck, the missing kid’s case is just a bit more severe. But we can talk more about that later. Back to the kid.”
And they will get to it later. Jason is their priority now, but if something is going on with his kids Bruce intends to know about it.
Deadman pauses to take an unneeded breath.
“I’m gonna be real with you - and Batman, don’t freak out - but it sounds to me like he’s been ghost adopted.”
A beat.
“Excuse me?”
Deadman waits for the litany of ‘what the hell’s and ‘ghost adopted???’s and ‘he already has a family!’s to die down.
The non-Gotham members of the League remain quietly confused - hoping this means things can be resolved peacefully while privately wondering if the bats and birds really would turn out to be some kind of self-unaware cryptids.
“Okay. Ghosts form when enough ectoplasm and ectoenergy - which you can think of as basically the carbon and electricity of the Zone, I guess, at least in this context - are present at the death of a being experiencing strong emotions. In the absence of that perfect mixture, a shade - just a soul with no real power - is formed, only able to become a proper ghost and form a core if brought to the Infinite Realms-”
“A core?” Batman asks.
“Ghost brains, basically. Anyway, ghosts can also form if there’s enough ectoplasm and energy in one place, either from the zone itself - known as neverborns - or from strong enough ghosts intentionally forming them - known as naturalborns. Now, ghost families don’t work the same as living families do. Ghost families form from a sort of ‘dibs’ system-”
“Dibs?” comes Flash’s incredulous voice.
“I’m gettin’ there,” Deadman sighed at the second interruption. “As I was sayin’. Regardless’a how, once a core is formed the new ghost is considered a baby ghost. It isn’t really a one-and-done process. Sure, once you’ve got a core you’ve got a ghost now, but not a mature one. Cores have to grow until they reach a stable size and energy level - usually marked by natural power acquisition settling down and ectoplasm fluctuations stabilizing. How long it takes depends on the quality and quantity of ectoplasm and ectoenergy available - the shortest known time was just under 5 years, longest was a few hundred, I think? Average is a decade or two.
This is relevant,” Deadman emphasizes for those who are visibly growing impatient, “For two reasons.”
“Firstly,” he holds up a finger, “The ecto a ghost takes in while maturing has an impact on how it develops, the powers it ends up with naturally. Everything in the zone is made of ectoplasm, and ghosts both take it in and echo out the excess - like plants, kinda. Maybe.
So if a baby ghost is around, say, a fire ghost a lot of the time it’ll probably end up with fire powers of its own. Assuming it was early enough and their core wasn’t already leaning towards ice or something. A stronger ghost parent also means faster growth.
Now, the Infinite Realms are infinite. People can’t always find each other, some people die at different times, some people return to the cycle before their loved ones die, some are neverborns, etc. Most sapient beings want friends and family, it’s just how it goes. So ghosts sometimes just kinda. Dibs each other.
Multiple dibs’ are pretty abnormal; baby ghosts aren’t actual babies in the human sense of the word. They don’t just pick a parent and stay there all the time while they’re waiting to mature. There’s generally that first few week-to-month period where they’ll stay put with whoever dibses them first for safety until the basics settle in, but after that? Ghosts explore, and dibs occur, and lots of newbies end up with something like a dozen parents and however many siblings-in-dibs.
Secondly,” another finger joins the first in a peace sign, “And what I suspect - and hope - is that while souls can fail to form cores and become shades, the opposite is also possible; a living being can become liminal enough to form a core. Making dibsing pretty much inevitable - no decent ghost is going to leave a baby seemingly stranded in the living world to starve into nonexistence. Gotham might have enough polluting the place, but it’s pretty much all rancid so that would’ve made them even more eager to get the kid outta there.”
“So what you’re saying,” Red Robin drawls, “Is that he’s dead-but-not-really and is only missing because a dead-for-sure person took one look at him, went ‘that’s baby,’ and pulled a Bruce Wayne?”
“Pretty much.”
“Even if it wasn’t intended to be malicious it’s still a kidnapping,” Batman says.
“Well, Wulf did offer to let the kid bring guests back with him-”
“What!?” Everyone choruses.
“Yeah, though given the whole fae-kidnapping assumption I think the kid took it as a threat, but he asked the kid how many of you he wanted to bring as guests. He said none, so Wulf said do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars." Deadman said casually, as if that wasn't a heartbreaking bombshell to drop.
"Anyway, point is, if this really is just one big misunderstanding then you can go talk it out. Ghostspeak isn’t really living-friendly and the living language he did know clearly didn’t help. Lucky you, I can translate. And the Realms are a human-safe environment. Well, the air is breathable at least.”
"Human-safe my ass," Constantine spits. "If the demons I deal with dwell in one little slice I don't even wanna think about the kind of nightmares strolling around the rest of the place."
"We're not leaving Red Hood in there."
The Gotham heroes' words leave no room for argument.
They get down to planning.
***
Fun Fact:
Ghosts do change their names because of the whole ‘holds power’ thing - not in a mind control way, but in an emotional way. If someone can dig up how you died they’re probably gonna say something insensitive. Case in point: people on ghost shows being like “hey *ghost name* we heard *insert horrible thing here* happened to you. Is that true?” Rude. You’re a complete stranger.
Anyway here’re the ghost names.
The trio had been dating for over a year when Sam & Tucker died and it was a very stable relationship. They’d been planning out their future together by that point, down to details like where to live so all of their work would overlap, how to manage Danny’s lack of aging (aka moving frequency), etc. When they brought up thinking of ghost names Danny - distracted - immediately just said, “Well you could just go by Phantom now since you will be in another year or two anyway.” He’s incredibly embarrassed when he realizes what he’s just said, but they’re all happy and engaged by the end of the day. (They tease him mercilessly about that being the world's smoothest yet most clueless proposal ever for the next 10 years)
Jazz & Spike Spook were already mentioned in canon with their sense of humor being explained (you’d think the joke would get old after 40 years, it hasn’t. Not when Danny still pouts when he hears Spike’s full name)
Jack was really excited to help fight ghosts as a ghost to protect Danny (he’s really proud of his baby boy growing up and becoming a king via fighting ghosts). He dies before Maddie and calls himself Jack Specter “after the specter deflector, because I be deflecting [your enemies implied here]” (Danny had to go lie down after hearing this sentence [Jazz’s sense of humor came from somewhere and that somewhere is Jack Fenton. Jack Fenton’s knowledge of ‘hip phrases’ comes from Jazz and Jazz’s sense of humor, also known as brother-torture or simply ‘betrayal’ as Danny claims]). Maddie likes that it fits the family name theme and calls back to one of their inventions (& wants to match her husband).
Dani stay a Phantom, ofc, and is formally ghost-adopted by Danny after he tells his parents everything (his parents formally human-adopt her so she has a stable human-world home if she want it, but she calls them Gran and Gramps as a joke that becomes sincere over time)
Wes goes by Wes Wraith because it’s close to wrath and he is fully and consistently angry about fenton=phantom and also a slight edgelord.
Ida Mason is also a ghost. She simply goes by ‘Wilda’ now (pronounced like wild-uh) and looks shockingly like Ember if she was an adult. And her hair wasn’t made of fire. And also went more pink than blue. So barely like Ember at all lol. She died in the middle of trying to finish knitting a scarf and now her obsession is knitting. She knitted a moped. She knitted a house. Home girl knitted herself an entire island and has not stopped.
The Manson parents have a little door-realm connected to their house in the living realm (like Poindexter with the school) and spend their time pretending everything is normal (like how Poindexter was stuck in the bullying loop but just. Reading the same newspaper/remaking the same dress, watching the same shows/etc).
The Foley parents were perhaps the most normal people on the show.
When Sam and Tucker died, the only ones who knew what happened were them and Danny - even Jazz didn’t get an explanation until she & the Fenton parents followed them into the ghost zone to find out what was going on - so the police were left to draw their own conclusions.
The GIW had already proven themselves to be reprehensible and overly willing to step on anyone who got in their way. The tech the police found was a collab between Dalv Co & the GIW and with Vlad’s disappearance and the GIW’s emotionless denial no one ever gets prosecuted for Sam & Tucker’s deaths (Vlad has a warrant out for him & the Mansons try to drag the GIW to court but it never goes anywhere).
The Foleys switch job tracks to take down the GIW/the Anti-Ecto Acts/any other asshole ghost hunters they can find. The Fentons are only exempt because they tell them what happened, explain how their stance on ghosts changed when they found out about Danny, and help the Foleys on their journey.
As ghosts Angela is obsessed with Justice & takes the name Justitia and Maurice is obsessed with ethics (bc if the GIW had any they wouldn’t have made weapons like that in the first place. Literal animals had more rights than ghosts at the point despite them being provably sapient) & takes the name Ethos. (They keep Foley as their last names tho). Yes, Danny does royal-decree them into being Walker’s oversight. Pretty much everyone is a fan of that. Except for the observants, who complain about everything but especially about how much Ethos & Justitia argue with them (what is the ‘greater good’ does not often match up with what is right. Especially when their idea of greater good is ‘eliminate problem via murder or core-crushing before it can become one’ instead of literally anything else).
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#dpxdc#Batfam#Justice League#Deadman#John Constantine#poor batfam running the emotional rollercoaster of is he-isn't he#(dead)
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Hello, My Hero Academia fandom.
I think BNHA/MHA/whatever acronym, as a story, is pretty... well, to put it politely, SHIT.
(I'm currently studying writing at uni, I am Qualified™ to say this.)
I am writing a fic about it. Read it here:
Ultra Academy: Extra Credit (660 words) by yesterdaysAllknowing
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
(More details UTC)
In its myriad issues, from abuse apologism (Endeavour, the UA staff and Bakugou), to grooming child soldiers, to questionable treatment of its fem-presenting cast, and very, VERY pertinent ableism that I never really see discussed (Quirklessness is a pretty blatant metaphor for disability, if not actually a disability in universe, and the way the narrative just dismisses it is. Hm), I feel a lot of these could be solved by the presence of 1 (ONE) singular adult with a braincell and Working with Children Check (or equivalent, I'm Aussie), which CLEARLY no one in this story has or they wouldn't be neglecting or outright abusing these kids.
So I have written a fic where I drop in a character with exactly those qualifications. Yippee.
Only the prologue exists (for now), but the fic overall will get deeper into my many, MANY thoughts on the issues in the series, and I actually wrote a lot of the initial bones of the story a couple of years ago, and decided to rewrite/reboot it recently due to uh,,, peer pressure, so expect some more chapters soon over an inconsistent schedule.
While a LOT of the initial chapters will be mostly canon-compliant (and also pretty salty/leaning into bashing of the original material, because, I cannot emphasise this enough, it is GARBAGE), I have a lot of worldbuilding and development planned, including characters improving or being placed onto paths I think make more sense given their characterisation and backstory, which I am looking forward to actually sharing with the world.
And fair warning: If you're a die-hard stan of ANY characters in the original story, maybe don't read this. No one is getting away unscathed here. Not even the OCs, they're getting hit with the development in the name of plot more than ANYONE honestly. Things will be worse before they get better, here. It's the only way I can see to fix the problems in the story without completely changing it and being disengenous to the source material.
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This is probably gonna end up a garbled word salad. I'm just vomiting my insecurities, please don't take this too seriously
Realtalk, the Tumblr community is a wonderful place to find like-minded folks who share your fucked up interests and obsessions and mental illnesses, and it's honestly really nice to share that with someone as I start down the neuro-questioning rabbit hole myself. I don't think I really appreciated how closed-off I'd let that part of myself get these last few years.
But shit if this site doesn't make me feel like hot garbage as a (semi)straight man sometimes. And on some level I get it; even if we're not all oppressive agents of The Patriarchy™, there's a lot of privilege being seen as part of the in-group of society's Default Setting™. Even though I don't really fit the typical ideal of masculinity in a lot of ways, I'm still spared a tremendous amount of grief purely by virtue of being visibly male-presenting, so I'm hardly the target-demographic on Tumblr. I have my own axe to grind with societal perceptions and expectations of masculinity, but we'll save that for another day.
Tumblr is a community that focuses on uplifting and empowering marginalized groups and bringing together artists and weirdoes and eccentrics and people who might otherwise feel utterly isolated and alone, and that's such an amazing and laudable thing. I think it's more necessary than ever in the world today to have communities that celebrate all sorts of marginalized people that we don't see reflected in Mainstream Society's version of things, whether they be LGBTQ+, POC, ND, or anyone who wants to break free from the box of restrictive societal norms they feel trapped by.
Believe me, the absolute last thing I wanna do as a straight(ish) cis man is show up at The Designated LGBTQ+ Hellsite™ and start whining: 'bUt WhAt AbOuT mE?1?!?'.' But I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel a little shitty sometimes to rediscover such a vibrant community of people I can actually relate to, who makes my weird brain feel a little less alone, only to feel like I stumbled uninvited into a party nobody wants me at.
I guess I often don't feel like I'm intrinsically desirable as a man on the scrawny, introverted end of the spectrum (hardy har), and I know that's on me to deal with in therapy.
It would just be nice to see a little more male-positivity
To all the lads, boys, men -- whatever word you want! -- out there, you're fuckin killin' it dude and I'm goddamn proud of you. Don't hesitate to check in with yourself and dump out all the emotional shit from time to time, and for the love of all that is holy, don't give yourself a second less time and love than you would give to your dearest friend in need.
My asks are always open if you wanna vent to someone who knows the struggle.
#rant#rambling#venting#journal#masculinity#positive masculinity#self hatred#self loathing#ignore me#cis men#ftm#trans men#male positivity#gnc#gender identity#actually mentally ill#mental illness#self esteem#men#men's issues#i'm probably overthinking this#please dont judge me#too normal for the weirdos#too weird for the normies#too weird to live too rare to die#male validation#masculine#masc#masculine urge#the masculine urge to yearn for emotional intimacy
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ficbinding: Chinese stitched binding
BINDING COMPLETED! of my own fic 翻雲覆日回天明 / Best Of. I chose this binding method because 1) Chinese, 2) easy, and 3) cheap. You know how much this fucker costs??
Text block (A4, 17 sheets of Nice™ paper): 105 NTD
Cover papers (2 sheets): 20 NTD
Embroidery floss: 25 NTD
Awl: 45 NTD
Glue: 35 NTD
Total: 230 NTD, which is not even 8 US dollars. I mean alright, there were other miscellaneous items needed like a ruler, a needle, a slab of wood for puncturing, and something to hit the awl with, but for the slab of wood I just used an old Daiso wood trivet and for the “mallet” I grabbed a rock and wrapped it in old underwear. There is the optional step of cutting the edges of the book, which I did here, that adds additional cutting pad & xacto knife costs. Also material costs are very low in Taiwan lol. BUT STILL.
Anyways progress pics & things I would do better under the cut:
I think this was 150 or 200p on the right, SO much thicker and funner to touch than crappy printer paper lmfao. Makes the book feel nice and hefty. Folded easier too.
Opted for two-hole ties when first securing the text block. I think it worked—kept the stack more tightly held together throughout the rest of the assembly. I used paper string and then pounded them as flat as I could on both sides before gluing them down.
First Mistake: starting immediately with the title page. Next time I layout the text I’m gonna put one half sheet in front because the cover has to glue onto something. I sandwiched the text block with printer paper, which was another mistake—you can see how shitty it is on the left compared to the page on the right. Next time, I’ll either leave one extra page on the front and back or use nicer end papers.
Second Mistake: fam, ,,,trimming is so hard ,, ,Okay no I got the hang of it more or less the second and third time around (and you only trim three sides), but the first time? in the immortal words of Bob the Drag Queen, mama that was garbage. Look:
...yeah guess which one’s the ugly triplet ;; Anyways it’s VERY IMPORTANT YOU STAND UP BEFORE YOU CUT. That’s the lesson I learned today. Also, if using 6-ply embroidery thread, the awl puncture holes don’t really give you enough room to double up when stitching the book together! I tried but ended up going back to binding with a single thread because the needle just stopped going through the holes at one point.
But anyways binding this was a workout and it was so much fun. I might get real ink and redo the label ‘cause it just ain’t quite right. But this is for real habit-forming. I wanna do so many more fics now.
#ficbinding#svsss#why is my hand so small and ugly aljsdkfalkghlaskjdnlfgaksjdbgl no no that's bullshit my hand is cute.......#it's just so funny......#BUT HOORAY I FUCKING FINISHED THIS PROJECT I'M SO PROUD AND HAPPY
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I've been wanting to practice drawing anthro characters, and these characters have been buzzing around in my head for a while.
So, I finally gave them form. Here are my children, my Mane 6 if you will:
🐱💜Jaz💜🐱
Full Name: Jaz Hawthorne
Name Inspiration: Jaz; taken from musician Jazmin Bean. Hawthorne; taken from the band Hawthorne Heights.
Age: 25
Height: 5'4
Species: Havana Brown Cat
Birthday: July 25, 1998
Star Sign: Leo ♌
Sexuality: Bisexual
Pronouns: She/Her
Style: Grunge/Punk
Favorite Music:
Nirvana
Bikini Kill
Green Day
Gorillaz
Garbage
System of a Down
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Weezer
The Smashing Pumpkins
Soundgarden
Notable Traits:
- The oldest of the group, so therefore is the designated Mom Friend™
- "Man I miss the 90's" *was born in 1998*
-Unapologetic anarchist
- Avid music collector (CDs, cassettes, & vinyls)
- Loves thrifting
- "What??? Whaddya mean you haven't seen *insert old niche film here*?!"
- Has owned the same pair of beat-up Converse sneakers for the past 5 years
🐷🩷Carmen🩷🐷
Full Name: Carmen Flowers
Name Inspiration: Carmen; the Lana Del Rey song of the same name. Flowers; taken from Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim.
Age: 23
Height: 5'6
Species: American Yorkshire Pig
Birthday: February 4, 2000
Star Sign: Aquarius ♒
Sexuality: Lesbian
Pronouns: She/Her
Style: Pastel Goth
Favorite Music:
Elliot Lee
MARINA
Poppy
HOLYCHILD
GRLwood
Arctic Monkeys
Sir Chloe
Lady Gaga
Lorde
Halsey
Notable Traits:
- Practicing wiccan
- Glamorous party girl at heart
- Guilty obsession with cheesy teen dramas
- Will defend the artistic merit of pop music to her grave
- Loves girls; in both a feminist way and a gay way
- Adores Sanrio
- Makeup always on point
🐰❤️Bowie❤️🐰
Full Name: Bowie Kagome
Name Inspiration: Bowie; Bowie from the band Baby Bugs. Kagome; Japanese word meaning "pattern of holes/circles," taken from the Vocaloid song Kagome Kagome.
Age: 19
Height: 4'10
Species: Albino American Rabbit
Birthday: March 26, 2004
Star Sign: Aries ♈
Sexuality: Asexual
Pronouns: She/Her
Style: Yami Kawaii
Favorite Music:
Baby Bugs
Jazmin Bean
Nicole Dollanganger
Melanie Martinez
Gurldoll
Banshee
Kikuo
Babymetal
Elita
bo en
Notable Traits:
- Horror enthusiast, especially with anime/manga
- A lot of religious trauma that she's trying to heal from
- Fluffy, unassuming, and low-key sadistic ball of chaos
- Morbidly fascinated by medical anomalies and gore
- Always keeps a blade on her. Always.
- True crime connoisseur
- Total ride-or-die, will literally not think twice about committing acts of violence for her besties
🐸💚Maisy💚🐸
Full Name: Maisy Waterson
Name Inspiration: Maisy; taken from the children's show/book of the same name. Waterson; the last name of the titular character from The Amazing World of Gumball.
Age: 24
Height: 5'0
Species: Green Tree Frog
Birthday: October 13, 1999
Star Sign: Libra ♎
Sexuality: Pansexual / Genderqueer
Pronouns: She/They
Style: Kidcore
Favorite Music:
Aqua
Jack Stauber
Cavetown
Lemon Demon
The Living Tombstone
Jojo Siwa
Hellogoodbye
Snail's House
Pogo
Toy-Box
Notable Traits:
- Had a rough upbringing, uses nostalgia as a coping mechanism
- Obsessed with the era of classic Internet
- Owns a million plushies
- Loves to swim
- Her "hair" is actually slime that secretes from her head, they love to keep it styled in a side ponytail
- Cartoons are god-tier media
- Crocs are their casual footwear, and light-up sneakers are for the special occasions
🦝🩵Penelope🩵🦝
Full Name: Penelope Grant
Name Inspiration: Penelope from Homer's Odyssey. Grant; the real last name of Lana Del Rey.
Age: 24
Height: 5'9
Species: North American Raccoon
Birthday: June 27, 1999
Star Sign: Cancer ♋
Sexuality: Lesbian / Transgender
Pronouns: She/Her
Style: Lolita with a touch of cottagecore
Favorite Music:
Lana Del Rey
Purity Ring
Emilie Autumn
Amy Winehouse
Hozier
Florence + The Machine
Rex Orange County
Kerli
Nancy Sinatra
She & Him
Notable Traits:
- Loves to collect dolls; vintage porcelain dolls and retro Barbies are her favorites
- Has a major sweet tooth and loves to bake (and also has a habit of eating out of the trash)
- Hosts tea parties like a true adult, and loves collecting pretty tea sets
- Fairytales and folklore are gospel to her
- Practices archery and has excellent aim
- Makes good money working as a florist, which is how she can afford such expensive hobbies
- Is underdressed if she's not wearing drills, ruffles, or bows
🦨🖤Maria🖤🦨
Full Name: Maria Taylor
Name Inspiration: Maria; taken from Maria Brink, the frontwoman for In This Moment. Taylor; taken from Corey Taylor, the frontman for Slipknot/Stone Sour.
Age: 21
Height: 5'1
Species: Striped Skunk
Birthday: November 7, 2001
Star Sign: Scorpio ♏
Sexuality: Bisexual / Aromantic
Pronouns: She/Her
Style: Emo/Scene
Favorite Music:
Slipknot
In This Moment
Mindless Self Indulgence
Black Veil Brides
I Set My Friends On Fire
Hawthorne Heights
OT3P
Paramore
My Chemical Romance
Fall Out Boy
Notable Traits:
- Always moody
- Discovered emo culture in middle school and has been chasing that high ever since
- Fueled by Monster Energy
- Dies a little inside every time one of her favorite celebrities is outed as a scumbag
- Yes she's a skunk, and she will deck you if you make a stinky joke about her. She actually puts a lot of effort into smelling good
- The color black is everything (loves neon colors though...)
- No social media platform will ever fill the hole in her heart left by Myspace
#furry#furry art#sfw furry#furry oc#fursona#cat fursona#pig fursona#bunny fursona#rabbit fursona#frog fursona#raccoon fursona#skunk fursona#grunge#punk#pastel goth#yami kawaii#kidcore#lolita#cottagecore#emo#emo scene#bisexual#lesbian#asexual#pansexual#genderqueer#transgender#aromantic#ocs#oc art
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