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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 10 months

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Does Barnaby

Does Barnaby tell the others to get off his lawn when he's angry

psh, who do you think he is, an old man? he'd Bark, like any lively young dog

#serves them right for (playfully) arguing right outside of his house smh #hes got sensitive ears yall... probably... i wouldnt know...#i bet ya could hear that woof everywhere in the neighborhood #and feel it. its gotta be deep as hell. bass boosted boof #legend has it that a Single Can fell in howdy's store #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #many thoughts about barnaby and barking #id imagine that if asked if he can bark hed be like 'yeah but its a waste of effort / who has the time for That'#i doubt he ever really does it...#cause that would take effort and really when would he be in the mood to be able to do it #its like. i dont get how some people can just let out a real good yell/scream on command #if im not angry enough i Physically Cannot raise my voice in that way. just dont have it in me #and id also think that barnaby has a thick skin. takes a lot to make him That Peeved yk yk #but when he does bark. oof. thats gotta be the loudest shit ever #everyone runs out of their homes like 'what happened??? is there a thunderstorm??? did a fuckin Bomb go off??'#meanwhile barnaby is slamming his door behind him and frank & julie are speedwalking away from his house with ringing ears #thoughts thoughts thoughts Musings

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inthedarktrees · 1 year

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Julie Newmar

#julie newmar #1950s #1950s fashion #pin up #pinup #50s fashion #50s #vintage fashion #vintage #pin-up #typewriter #musing #photo restoration #black and white #photography

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septemberkisses · 9 months

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August. August is such a bittersweet month, with the last remnants of summer in the air it promises endings sweet and sour. A month that slowly and softly brings you out of the hot summer haze, when the realities of the world finally begin to set in.

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 1 year

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#polls #one day at a time #julie and the phantoms #warrior nun #anne with an e #glow #the get down #sense8 #first kill #gentefied #the oa #moonbase muses

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adr-n-sketchy · 10 days

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Please, stay, love me through the weather Please, say this will be forever Hold me in the darkness Even when it's hard with you It's a little bit, little bit better

I started this when the song was new and now it's a lot less new

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clarkgriffon · 21 days

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not to JATP post but i do think about the Luke/Julie romance sometimes and deeply wonder what that story could have been. like s1 already told a very succinct and moving story of grief with Julie and her mother but I am very curious how they would’ve handled what is a similar situation with Julie and the boys. Like handling the question “what does it mean to grieve someone who’s right in front of you?” with the phantoms because they are ghosts and would eventually have to move on. I’m just fascinated to know how they would’ve gone about it, especially within the lens and context of a kids show. Kenny Ortega if you ever want to release the loose game plan PLEASE do

#julie and the phantoms #Mira muses

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aerkame · 10 months

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Wanna know what I did ALL DAY?

Yeah, I practiced drawing Julie many many many times until I got it right with the proportions. I didn't want her buff but toned instead so she'd still look like the typical strong finfolk.

Side note: Only Finwomen will have tails like mermaids do. Finmen do not have tails at all. In these sketchy sketches, Poor Muse is finding out the hard way why you should never trust a Finfolk, no matter how friendly they seem. Now she'll be joining them soon as one of their own. She already has scaly legs, gills, and fins growing!

Also I have decided to use Muse as my test subject for drawing female puppets now (Also because I am feeling a little gay for Julie). Mainly because she is my only female OC that isn't a Transformers OC. (I should really make more tbh, most of my OCs are just dudes)

I did also draw some PlayfellowXXX worthy art of this with a different lineart but there is no way I am ever posting that here on Tumblr. It exists though. I did say I'm fine with NSFW for the Finfolk AU only- Artwork is a nono though, I KNOW there are minors who will completely ignore any warnings I put, but writing I MIGHT do, still not sure. I wish Tumblr allowed an option on certain posts to be blocked off from viewing it unless your account says your old enough.

#Julie can and will have a mean streak every once in a while #like most finfolk #finfolk are just evil by nature sometimes #OC is Muse without her armor #welcome home #welcome home finfolk au #finfolk #x reader #x oc #julie joyful #welcome home julie joyful #welcome home x oc #welcome home oc #art #my art #fanart #mermaid #au #welcome home au

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quinloki · 29 days

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Preparation for July Birthday Event

Hey all

I need a little help.

I'm really bad with "What's this thing called?" as a general rule. I mean, from song titles to character names to people's names to Tropes - I'm just bad remembering.

So we're doing a little Asking The Collective:

What's a Smutty Trope (or maybe even a not explicitly smutty trope) that you enjoy? More pointedly, what's one you enjoy that you haven't seen ME write yet?

For the July Birthday event I want to create a prompt list of things I haven't had a chance to write yet that I want to.

Except I'm so bad at remembering "classic" tropes, I have four things on my list and nothing more T-T

(Trapped in a room, fuck or die, aphrodisiac (I should probably differentiate between different kinds...), and Only one bed)

Feel free to add it in the tags, in the comments, or send me an ask and lemme know \o/ Your help now will likely be your pleasure later XD

#Maybe this year I can get the same number of gifts as my age #I got so close last year XD #There's going to be another facet to this event #but we'll get into that in June #don't sweat it for now.#quin muses #July Birthday Event 2024

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runaway-dreamers · 9 months

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[Part 1, 2, 3]

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At the end of all I knew I find the beginning of you and I.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 1,302

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Papers covered in colorful ink lay in messy piles. A single lamp light shined down on a notebook, and beside that lay a crumpled figure curled up within a bundle of blankets. Among the steadily growing collection of notes and drawings hid the unspoken. It lingered between spaces floating at the top of white backdrop. It stopped your pen once or twice. It roared high like a distant wave, but fizzled to a crawling lull of rolling water failing to reach your feet before the ocean sucked it back in.

It spoke when you waited for a response to flutter from within the ceramic pumpkin where reality split in two. The nested swirl of blue and black plunged the room into a damp chill. All was silent beyond the creaking floorboards as you adjusted your sore body. Your crying ceased, replaced with labored breath, your tears dried on your face. Hair stuck to your pallid skin. It itched along where the strands clung, but you were far too tired to care.

Letters fluttered in descending on your figure. You choose to forgo the envelopes as it would slow your response. You printed your thoughts with careful lettering for fear of misunderstanding. Should the tenuous line of communication shudder and fall apart, you hoped your words would ring clear in his mind. Your rampant need for connection was tempered by the loss crushing you to the ground where you lay.

His red crayon had worn down to a nub, his shared worry shaped his words. Each question was meant to impart something new, something sacred to be kept. There in his stretched thin j's did you find his fear guided strokes. There in your incomplete o's did he find the pains of your impatience. The conversation was one about walking. The discussion lingering on lengths traveled, on sights seen, on passing glimpses of ghostly shapes.

From above came the darkness raking cold hands down your back. It pawed with clawless fingers in repeated succession. Each passing coaxing an ache that spread tremors all throughout. You sucked in a sharp breath as your writing hand dulled with a spreading tingle. It lay flat on the cool floor rushing its pass. And just before it becomes a memory the pen is taken up and your o's grow incomplete.

Julie had given you a pressed flower, it lay melted between the folded wax sheet. Sally sent a speckle of stardust that dulled to golden glitter. From Howdy came a caramel apple, but from within worms squirmed in the flesh of sagging fruit. Eddie's colorful craft of construction paper rings had crumpled apart and faded to dull grays. Poppy's muffins had crumbled around the portal coming to you already dust. Frank had left Wally with the vortex swirling within the guts of pumpkins. Letters from moments ago were already running with ink pooling together in a congealed mass of putrid nothingness. Words soaked the pages erasing all that had been contained, eating them all without a moment's break.

Still each word was crafted with care. Each line is dotted with varied punctuation enunciating poorly remembered jokes. Each smile, every question, and all the answers took shape as intended, as needed. Your arm has cramped again. Sweat ran down the back of your neck drying to your skin and shirt. With a panging ache you dragged yourself up onto your arms. Your knees wobbled beneath you, and soon you sat upright. With great difficulty you held yourself up as the ache thrummed from head to toe. Each breath rattled in your lungs, but it was easier to draw in without the pressure of you and the floor. A note dropped in from the void.

[Y/N]

My letters from you have rotted. My memories of you have flown away. From within, my mind has no doubt, the pieces of you have molded through.

[Wally]

Where you once stood has become a vacant space. Snatched from me, your fading voice lingers beneath hollow winds. A wordless voice, devoid of thought or refrain, becomes the whole of what stays.

[Y/N]

Where I am, you will be. Where you are, I will stay. An endless conversation, an endless changing of hands.

[Wally]

And if an end draws near?

[Y/N]

Never spare me from harsh realities. Let me know the course of change.

[Wally]

The pumpkin rots.

And the silence began. The letters slowed. The topic ceased. You sat alone with puffy eyes watching the swirl of a fading rip between you and him. You measured the passing time against thudding heartbeats. Your eyes pulled away to the notebook resting among the piles. Pages had been torn away and reused in a bid to talk longer. With careful hands the book was lifted and came to rest on your lap. You flipped through the remaining curdled pages.

Eyes peered back at you, vibrant and unseeing. The lines had taken on a watery look, but they had not muddled together. Your fingers pressed against the beading of liquid. It stuck to your fingers coating the crevices of your skin. It dried flakey and pigmented. It bled like a cut, you marveled. The book remained unchanged save for the slowly smearing lines. This book traveled with you from one place to the next, it had seen everything.

Your eyes looked briefly at the soggy mass forming in the corner of your light. The floorboards swelled with rot. And here in your hands something had outlasted the younger papers. You inched closer to the portal, closer than you had gone before. A breeze parted through your hair. Your skin paled against it. Something tugged at the notebook. You inched closer and the tug became a strong pull. Yanked from your hand it leapt to the portal. Sticky tendrils latched onto it, drinking it into nothingness. You sat stunned by the vigor the spinning vortex showed. A bright light engulfed your room blinding you. Something dropped onto your lap. With blurry eyes you pawed at the paper.

[Wally]

What was that?

[Frank]

What did you do?

Are you alright?

[Y/N]

It devoured our notebook. It devoured it and sprung back to life!

[Frank]

Our notebook fed it? What else can we feed it?

[Y/N]

I'm not sure, that was all I had except, except the earring.

The ceramic pumpkin cracked down its side. The portal spun into a tight circle shaking against the sides of it. The sound of ripping ceramic filled the room before it shattered to pieces. Each jagged edge was caught in the pull of the growing portal. Your blanket had fallen from your frame as the burst of air filled your apartment. You stared at the massive hole forming before you. It glowed like vibrant jellyfish dancing down into the bottomless dark.

"Amazing.." You whispered. The soggy pages squelched as the tendrils stabbed into them. They were absorbed by the mass. You stood on shaking legs as voices floated on the breeze.

"Wh-What even is this!?"

"Oh, my goodness! Look at how pretty it is!"

"A vortex? Here of all places? Quite an old one, too. How perplexing…"

"I-I heard screams and I- OH MY FEATHERS!"

"Was that Y/N's mailbox?"

"Y/N's mailbox?"

"Y/N! Can you hear me?"

You ran tossing yourself against the solid glass-like cover to the vortex. Your earring was lifted and gently tugged from the clip on your lobe, "I'm here! I'm here! Please, hear me!"

"I want to come back Home!"

You landed somewhere dark. The expansive sky above filled your vision. Stars shined brightly all throughout. The smell of pumpkins wafted in the gentle breeze that rocked bare branches. Around you came groans. Blue hair, undone and slightly dirty, tickled your nose.

A familiar face leaned in close, "Welcome Home."

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musings-from-an-elder-goth · 9 months

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August 1st, the Halloween decorations go up.

#dark humor #darkly inclined #goth humor #always halloween #halloween in july #creaturesfromelsewhere #musings from an elder goth #not mine

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tryingtogetaway · 9 months

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I love not feeling afraid. I love being able to linger.

Brandon Sanderson, Yumi and the Nightmare Painter

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blue-levandar · 1 month

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I drew Julie wearing Marie Antoinette boat wig

@the-rainbow-neighborhood

#blue-levandar #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #julie joyful #lovely #i also debuted the markers i recieved on my birthday #flowers #boat #marie antoinette #sailor #the rainbow neighborhood #muse #puppets #monster #she literally has a lot of her #she can pull it off

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briefcasejuice · 1 year

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okay i might sound a little crazy but ive been thinking about how matt's catholicism correlates with his addiction to daredevil and ive realized something that isnt completely related but begins this in terms of his character development.

so matt believes that he was blinded and 'given' his 'abilities' for a purpose - god's purpose. he believes he was meant to become daredevil and that daredevil is god's soldier. we don't learn that he believes this until s3 but the revealing of this belief is accompanied by a flashback and him actually admitting that it's something he believed since he was a child - that he was given these abilities to help other people (which manifests in him wanting to become a lawyer and him becoming daredevil).

now the actual reason for which he became daredevil is because he could not ignore a child in danger, he couldn't ignore the crime in hell's kitchen anymore - his abilities had become a burden because even though he was (on his way to, really) helping people as a lawyer, it wasn't working. his work as god's soldier didnt extend properly and so he put on a mask.

ive just rewatched 1.12 and the scene where he comes across madame gao's warehouse and learns of all these people who have been blinded for a purpose, imagine how that affected him, like genuinely affected him? not to mention he has a conversation with madame gao shortly after finding these people and he is rightfully upset about what she's done to them only to learn that, "they did it to themselves," and that they did it because, "they have faith in something beyond the distractions of your world." now to me, as someone who knows the context of what she's talking about, i know she's talking about the people having faith in the substance the hand uses to evade death but to matt, his faith in god is being questioned. he's come across people who have blinded themselves for a purpose, something he somewhat relates to and that the purpose relates to something beyond his world - something he would likely relate to god. so, as a result of her words, does matt second guess his purpose, second guess his faith is god because his blindness wasn't a choice?

#a draft from july 29th 2022 #marvel's daredevil #netflix daredevil #daredevil #matt murdock #madame gao #musing more like shmusing #gabs.txt

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nostalgicjoy · 10 months

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It’s half quarter before midnight and the moon is half-asleep. Its quiet light tenderly splayed out in the darkest spots. Behind the tallest lamp and two inches above the headboard and on my chest and in between my fingers. The careful moonlight feels like a warm hug. A goodbye that oddly sounds like a hello too. I’ve forgotten how a spine can stretch comfortably when the night eases all the tension away. 28 feels a lot like sprawling out and unbending until pressure points are loosened and you’re completely exposed. I don’t hold onto a lot of people anymore. I still listen to the same old songs and watch the same shows, but I stopped waiting on things and people to catch up to me. I say “I love you” once but show it twice and more. I’m learning to just sit with the painful memories instead of recycling them into lessons. Same with people too. My heart is still soft, but I’m a far cry from 16 years old. My hands are still always searching for warm places to touch, but I’m remembering cold places are touch-starved too. I often miss summer when it’s cold and damp. And miss the chilly air when I’m baked under the Michigan heat. I think about how I used to miss parts of myself in the same way. Perpetually unsatisfied and mystified of what could be.

I spent the last year stretching out all my limbs and unfolding skin that remained hidden for so long. Light-starved and unseen. I want to remember not just the grandest experiences but also the quietest moments. I want to be felt and seen. My 20s have been a lot of drowning out all the noise to hear myself. My voice spreading farther and louder like the glistening sun rays of July. All my light reaching into places and people I’ve met and yet to meet. I want to grow warm, grow full. I want to tuck light and love in all the darkest spots. Inside a dresser and underneath the bed and on my nape and in all my bones.

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arikihalloween · 5 months

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Hellow hello ! Small announcement !

Somehow I forgor to post this

You might have noticed ( or not yet, hence this post)

I'm closing the questions boxes ! Have no fear, everything's fine ! I just want to have the time to go through all the current questions as many are lore related and will take me a bit of time to do and I don't want to be overwhelmed with other questions that grab my attention

Keep your questions warm until I reopen !

Meanwhile a little reminder that Keeper's VA auditions are still up and running ! I can extend the deadline if needed

In the mean time my main account here still has the questions open if you wanna interact or ask things about my characters ( I might not answer everything if a question goes in spoiler territory tho)

And now Muse can entertain you too ! Although tutos take a bunch of time to make because you guys ask me stuff I have to study too lmao ( although tbh it's a very good learning experience for me too and I love making long ramble about my methods )

#announcement #some silly things #chit chat #Peacekeeper Poppy #Stitcher Julie #Muse Sally #wh multiverse #welcome home au #welcome home multiverse #wttmv

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fragilelovelythings · 5 months

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I’m struggling with one of my fics and sometimes I wish I had someone to show it the progress before posting it. Like I’ve been thinking and talking does help in terms of inspiration. Or maybe I’m just being demanding (again) with myself, wanting to be a better writer, a fast writer.

I know it doesn’t work like that but it is what I want…

I get plenty of kudos in some of my works but comments not much so I get this idea of “okay, people like my shit but don’t feel necessary to give ideas or recs” which is also a valid point. Me as a reader myself don’t always write comments unless I’m deeply moved by the text.

Okay I answered myself there.

It’s just that I’ve been acknowledging some insecurities, and they of course come in the shape of my writers’ skills/talent.

I’m rambling, but basically if there’s somebody who wants to help a poor Succession, romencken’ fic writer well I’m here 🥹🩷

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