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indecisive-dizzy · 9 hours

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may i offer a messy sketch in these trying times,,,

#sobs themm #theyre sooooo aahdgajfj <333 #howdys antenna being all poofed is so cute i love it everytime i see it #poor guy hes so cold #mentally im hanging this on my wall #<3 <3 <3 #welcome home #laughingstock #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle

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indecisive-dizzy · 11 hours

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Lmao hi have a Scorned!Daisey doodle I did for art class

The one time they don’t have their umbrella it rains /hj

oooh they angry

someone go get their umbrella sobs

#i really like their expression!#i went places and im eepy so not much commentary today #welcome home #welcome home oc #not my oc #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child

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indecisive-dizzy · 13 hours

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Accenting the Fae

~1.6k words

A zero context thing I wrote for a Fairy!Eddie Au I came up with,,, yesterday? Recently. Enjoy! Or don't!

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White Pines towered overhead, shading the ground cover beneath. The overgrown vines and leaves made traversal difficult for Grace. Luckily what she was looking for would be on the ground, so keeping her head low had some benefits at least.

Although, thinking about it now, Grace doubted it would be covered up by all these vines. Weren't they usually out in the open? Like in a-

A clearing. Like the one right in front her. The brush ended suddenly and Grace looked up to see a wide, sunlit patch surrounded by trees and thicket. It was radiant, the open sky above shone onto bright grass and wildflowers reflecting the light from the morning dew. In the center of it all there was a circle of red and purple mushrooms. It was gorgeous, but it's fantastical beauty put Grace on edge. She had found it.

Grace hesitated. Could this really work? Was coming out here a mistake? What if she messed up and bit off more than she could chew? What if nothing happened at all and she skipped school for nothing? It was too late now, Grace reasoned to herself, she'd been walking for hours to find this. It had to work. She walked into the clearing, standing under the sun.

With one more deep breath, Grace stepped into the circle. The ground under her boots felt the same as the ground outside the ring, soft and unassuming. After a moment of nothing she turned and nearly stepped out but as soon as she lifted her foot she felt a tug.

The breeze picked up, Grace watched the blades of grass sway and leaves swirl around the clearing. Then all at once, it stopped. She felt a presence behind her, one that left a tingling sensation in her mind. She didn't move, unsure if she should dare to do so.

"Hello?" A gentle, deep voice rang behind the teenage girl, "I can't talk to you when your back is turned." The presence laughed gently, airily without a care.

Grace turned around. Be respectful, be polite, use those Southern manners.

"Sorry, The wind distracted me," It wasn't a lie, she was temporarily mesmerized by the display.

Now that Grace was facing the source of the voice she could get a good look at him. The Faerie standing with her had curly red hair that looked cloud soft. Orange felt with a yellow triangular nose surrounded by light freckles. His bright violet eyes were lidded in a gentle, calming demeanor, his eyelids themselves were only a few shades lighter. Full, long lashes completed the beautiful draw to his eyes. But Grace knew not to stare.

He tilted his head and smiled almost sheepishly, "Oh that's alright. I can get distracted by little things too."

Grace nodded, unsure of what to say. Or where to begin. Luckily, the Fae seemed to understand that struggle as well.

"May I help you?" He continued, "You seem to want something, am I correct?"

"You may help me," Grace chose her words carefully, "I don't need somethin’ from ya, I actually would like ya to take somethin’ specific." Here it comes. Mentally, she crossed her fingers.

"Is that so? What would you like me to take, sweetheart?" The endearment dripped with a saccharine sweetness, it was impossible to tell if it's artificial or not.

"I would like for you, Fae, to take my accent," Grace's voice quivered as she finally made her request. She begs to whatever may be above that he responds well.

The Fae looked confused and stayed quiet. Seeming to think it over.

As Grace waited in nauseating anticipation, she couldn’t help but think back to why she was doing this. Life was fine back in Texas. She had friends, close family, and everyone talked the same talk. But since her parents dragged her upstate, she's been miserable. The mockery, insults, and bullying was too much to bare. And it wall all over her voice, her accent, and where she came from. Her parents did nothing, the teachers did nothing. Hell, her English teacher was constantly correcting her pronunciation every other word. She hated it. She hated her heavy accent and the trouble that came with it.

"Why should I take your accent? What can I do with it?" The Fae broke the quiet, startling the other in the circle. His soft cadence never changed, but a lilt of confusion was clear.

Grace thought for a moment, she didn't quite think of that. She had assumed it would be like giving him her name or voice. He would just take it to have it.

"Well, ya could use it yourself, if ya like. Or maybe give it to someone else?" That made sense, at least to Grace, but she couldn't be too confident.

"I suppose you're right, child," The Fae hummed, "I do like the sound of your accent, and I may use it. But tell me, why do you want to part with it?"

"I want to give ya my accent because I don't like it. I am thankful you do, it’s all the more reason to give it away." Even if she thought it was, Grace tried not to make her accent seem worthless.

The Fae thought over the girl's answer, a sad look crossing his face.

"You poor thing," The Faerie sighed, "I will take your accent but I would like to give you something in return. Is there anything you want?"

"Thank you. And Yes, I would like to leave the forest safely, please, so I can get home." Grace didn't want anything, honestly, but knew it was best to take the trade. He was kind enough to offer and it would be rude to refuse. Also, she really didn’t want to go through all those roots and vines again.

The Fae nodded, curls bouncing gently with the motion, "Of course. You will return home safely, and in return I get your accent."

There was a tightness in Grace's throat that left her unable to speak. The Fae in front her motioned her closer, cupping her face once in reach. He studied her, turning her chin up as though to get a good look of her neck. Another bounce of red curls told Grace he nodded again, for what reason, she had no clue. The constriction in her throat was uncomfortable yet she was somehow able to breathe just fine. He titled her head back down and patted her cheeks. After doing so the feeling vanished and she swallowed.

"How's that?" The Fae asked, with a new rich tone accompanying that of a typical Texan accent. He did it.

Grace could only stare upon hearing his voice. Quickly, when his brows furrowed, she remembered to speak.

"It's," Grace paused stunned once more hearing herself, "Different. Thank you." Her shoulders dropped in relief, she can't believe it worked.

"You're welcome," The Faerie smiled, "Now get yourself home, darlin'. You're supposed to be in school."

"Yes, of course. Goodbye," Grace ended the interaction, ready to leave the nerve wracking moment behind.

She took one step backwards, but was stopped by his voice.

"Darn it, I almost forgot somethin'." The Fae pointed at her, like a scolding parent, "You, missy, should never do this again."

"Wha-"

"No," He interrupted, "What you did was reckless, had any other Folk shown up you'd be left with nothin' but that pretty head of hair. You're lucky I ain't so particular 'bout these sorts of things."

The Fae sighed, his expression returning to that sad look from earlier. "I'll give ya some credit, ya did some things right, but it wasn't perfect. And that imperfection is what gets ya into trouble."

Grace nodded, it was all she do. She was more or less fully shell shocked by now. This Fae, of all creatures, was scolding her behavior just like her mother would.

The Faerie nodded in return, taking a step back himself. The wind picked up once more, slower this time.

His eyes grew dark, "Don't. Do it again." The Fae waved her off with a stern, but polite, goodbye, shooing her outside the circle.

Grace stumbled backwards out, the wind kicked into gear the second her foot landed. She closed her eyes as her hair blew in her face, the wind was much stronger outside the ring than she thought.

Then it stopped. Grace's hair fell in her face, now a complete mess. She opened her eyes to... nothing. The fairy ring was gone, with no evidence of it ever having been there at all. The whole thing felt surreal. Had it even happened? Grace spoke the question aloud to find her answer.

A perfect, upstate accent fell from Grace's lips. It only just occurred to her she never said what accent she wanted instead. She could've gotten something worse, but she guessed it had been the doing of the Fae that was kind enough to give her this one.

Grace took one last look towards the sky, it was clearer than it had been before. Not a cloud in sight. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, glad for it to all be over.

Turning around, Grace started her venture home. Along the way she found a trail that led her safely out to the edge of the forest where she had entered. A trail that definitely hadn’t been there before. Mentally, she thanked the kind Fae one more time.

Grace really didn't like that expression he made before leaving. She didn't know him, but that serious, almost threatening demeanor didn't suit his eyes. She didn't want to know what would happen if she went against the Fae’s wishes, and she didn't want to find out either.

She's never going near a Fairy Ring again, that was for sure.

#not so subtly slides this across the table #hi me again!#This whole thing is my way of explaining why eddie has his accent in this au btw #<- taking this tag bc it's Context ✨#self reblog

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indecisive-dizzy · 14 hours

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pretending to ignore my 13 year old cat and side eyeing her bc she's Playing and will stop if i acknowledge her: (⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠)

#its like a parent acting chill when their toddler eats a new food. but they are in fact Not chill #my baby... my old baby #gah i love when she plays i love seeing her have fun #typing out loud #cats of tumblr

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indecisive-dizzy · 1 day

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Something I drew on @/thetiredcreatures white board I would tag them, but I don't wana be a bother, and I have bad art block, tbh ToT

#not but this literally me #i stay up late (by accident) and just listen to the owls outside my window <3 #poor eddie tho just wants to go back to bedddd #i love his night cap its so cute n silly #mentally im hanging this on my wall #welcome home #eddie dear #welcome home oc #not my oc

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indecisive-dizzy · 1 day

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Hi have another welcome home oc I’ve only mentioned once

It’s Kiko Hopeful :D

She’s pan and trans, uses she/her pronouns, and is a lawyer

I ironically ship her with Wallace a little because they’re both emo, and she used to be a clown (that totally doesn’t have a really bad and traumatic backstory noooooo-)

Also unrelated but her color palette is mostly pink and a little black, with the exception of her eyes being lavender

A lawyer? ,,,, can I have her number? 👉👈 (I have committed various crimes /j)

pink and black color palette <3 you really can't go wrong with it

#dont ask about what the crimes are /j #thats between me and Her <3 #welcome home #welcome home oc #not my oc #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child

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indecisive-dizzy · 1 day

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Home

My take on a humanized home! It’s giving Willy Wonka, ring leader, and Hare. Honestly it’s what I’m here for! I think they’re powerful, but overall harmless.

#POINTS #Everyone look at this #Willy Wonka Home <3 #he's gonna insult me and laugh but he has a nice laugh so its fine #This is a man (House? ..Puppet?)#there. was more to that sentence but i forgot wtf #dang it #welcome home #home welcome home #moots art #<3 #mentally im hanging this on my wall #sobs i cant believe i forgot my most important tag

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indecisive-dizzy · 2 days

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Thinking about Julie and Daisey, I need them to be friends

Julie would totally drag Daisey to play her made up games, Daisey has genuinely lost their head multiple times trying to play

They do each other’s hair, Daisey loves playing with and braiding Julie’s long hair

Cuddles are real, they hug almost every time they see each other. Daisey loves Julie’s hugs

Girlfriends maybe?? /hj

Julie makes flower crowns with the flowers in Daisey’s garden, with permission of course. Daisey keeps every single one

Daisey helps with her jokes, they buy her joke books

Julie totally asks if Daisey has horns (since she knows Flora has horns)

Daisey is confused and just says no

Daisey gets along with Julie’s siblings, they like Bea the most. Frannie tends to be mean but Daisye can handle it lmao

I know next to nothing about Jonesy but I love him and Daisey likes messing with his hair

That’s all my ideas I don’t think about them often but I love them

EEEEEE FRIENDSHIP <333

Julie's games get intense I'm not surprised Dasiey loses her head! I'm sure Frank has to on occasion lol

Doing 👏 Each others 👏 Hair 👏 the ultimate platonic love language for Julie, she loves letting people play with her hair

Cuddles, Hugs, akfjajdjjad YES absolutely Julie is spinning Dasiey around in a hug every day without fail, girl has so much energy (and strength)

Flower crowns sniff,, I love flower crowns,,

ajfjajdb Julie loves the joke book, she probably decorates it with stickers <3

JOYFUL SIBLINGS MENTIONED <33

Bea is definitely the calmest of the four I imagine,, Look at her and tell me that's not a Peacekeeping Older Sister

Franny has an attitude! But she genuinely cares for her family, you just gotta learn to understand when she's roasting you with love

Jonesy is a mystery! and I bet he's so confused by that lol. He's not trying to be mysterious, he's a just quiet, chill dude. But he will roast Franny right back. And play all of Julie's games (except chess). And enjoys hanging out with Bea while they do their own thing, parallel play my beloved.

Oh and He totally doesn't mind when Daisey messes with his hair, Julie and Franny do it all the time so he's not bothered!

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