#bug names written on doodles

[lovelettersfromluna]

｡:°ஐ ʚĭɞ The Bug Collector ｡:°ஐ ʚĭɞ

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: The one where you own a sweet little book store, and Ellie makes it her life mission to torment you.

an: a request from @ximtiredx !! (Thank you so much btw). Basically Ellie is a raging asshole with a giant fucking crush on you, and you’re too sweet and oblivious to even notice, so she just comes off as cocky and mean heh. ALSO! This is most definitely a small town fic! The summer is in full swing and it’s inspiring me so much to make something inspired by it. I strayed away from Ellie being a dickhead a tiny bit towards the end bc I can’t help but make her soft and enamored with the reader I’m sorry @ximtiredx 😭 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! (Not proofread again SO SORRY)

Warnings: 18+ smut!! Ellie is kind of an asshole in this one and very bad at feelings. A tiny bit of angst? Reader is a little oblivious, thigh riding sort of?? Scissoring sort of?? I KNOW ANOTHER SCISSORING FIC IM SORRY it just made the most sense to me, pet names, Ellie is obsessed with readers tits, slight mean!ellie (she redeems herself later), super fluffy at the end, let me know if I missed anything!

The small fan you had perched up on your counter did nothing to cool you down.

The summer had been brutal, and business was extremely slow because no one wanted to set foot out into the miniature oven that was your town. You let out a soft sigh, doodling little stars and moons all over your notebook, which was completely fucking empty.

It was too warm out, and you were suffering the worst case of writers block. It was like any thoughts that came into your head were always involving how hot you were and how much you wanted to be anywhere else other than where you were right now.

And that wasn’t even like you. You adored your little book store, putting your entire heart and soul into bringing new stories to the people of your town, your heart fluttering every time you rang up someone and they had that familiar face of wonder and excitement as they waited for you to wrap up their books in your brown paper bags, your cute store logo written on the front.

But it was hard to be excited for that when the only person you saw was the baker next door, and when the summer was melting you from the inside out.

It was almost noon, and you were contemplating closing up shop early and going home. You’d still be hot, but you’d be hot in the comfort of your little home.

But then the bell above your door rang, signaling that a customer had arrived.

And your face was lighting up, because finally, someone was there that you could talk to.

But of course, out of everyone in your very small town, the person that happened to walk through your doors was of course none other than Ellie Williams herself.

You didn’t have a problem with Ellie, you loved all your customers equally. Giving each and every one of them the same sweet smile that you always did, making sure to throw in extra goodies with every purchase, because you truly adored them all for supporting your tiny store.

But Ellie was a little….mean.

Most things went right over your head, because you were too caught up with trying to help her find a book that she’d like (which she usually never even bought anything from your store). But other things, you did catch onto.

Like when she teased you for being an old lady stuck in a 20 something year olds body, that one sort of hurt your feelings. Or when she asked you when the last time it was that you went to a party or a bar and no tea parties didn’t count, also hurt. Or, when she’d make fun of your clothes, specifically calling you a farmer whenever you’d wear your favorite pair of overalls, they were cute, okay?

So some of the things she said did hurt your feelings, but you just assumed that she was just…like that, that all of that was just Ellie being Ellie. No matter what, you never stopped giving her your sweetest smile, because as much as she wanted you to.

You never took it personally.

Your sweet smile is on your face as you perk up once you see her, straightening your back out and adjusting your posture as you give her a wave.

“Ellie! Welcome in! Having a good day?” You chirped, and she’s already stalking her way towards you, smug smirk on her face as she leans her forearms against your counter, shaking her head as she turns your fan so that it’s now only hitting her.

“It’s fuckin’ hot sweetheart, do you think I’m having a good day?” Her voice is rough and raspy, and you can’t help but sigh softly before nodding in agreement.

“It is…I do wish it was cooler in here for you” you sighed, looking down at your fan that was blowing warm air through her pretty brown hair. “Looking for anything specific today? Maybe I can help”

And you’re flashing that sweet smile in her direction again, making her roll her eyes. “Are books all you can ever think about? God it’s a little pathetic, don’t you think sweetheart?”

Her words make you frown, but then you remember that, that’s just Ellie.

You let out a soft sigh before you shrug, your lips pouting out a bit as you speak. “I dunno…books are just…they’re comforting, you know? It’s nice to lay down after a long day and just read” you explain.

And Ellie is holding back a groan because she’s picturing you in bed, in her t shirt, reading a book, and she can already feel herself getting turned on. It’s pathetic because you haven’t even done anything to make her want you.

Maybe that’s why she picks on you so much.

You don’t even try and she’s putty in her hands, and that pisses her off. You don’t give her any special treatment, you don’t bat your eyelashes like the other girls whenever she compliments you, and you act like she’s just any other person when she walks into your store, trying to find it in herself to ask you out and not be a dick to you.

But she doesn’t, she’s always mean to you.

She likes the way your cheeks get red, and she thinks you almost like that she’s so mean. There’s just something about the way you take deep inhales after she’s said something particularly nasty that has her smirking like an asshole.

“That’s fuckin lame man…and you know it” she sighs out, pushing herself off of your counter. She finally gets a good look at you once she does, and she’s shamelessly letting her eyes drift down your pretty body.

The warmer months are Ellie’s favorite, because it forces you to wear less and less clothes.

Your white linen dress hugs your mid size perfectly, pushing your tits up more than she’s ever seen them before. It’s just short enough that she gets to see more of your plush thighs. She’s biting her lip like she’s staring at a fucking meal, her green eyes burning from a lack of blinking before she looks up at you, raising her eyebrows once she realizes she’s missed what you said.

You furrows your eyebrows as you watch her watching you, looking down at your dress. Was there a stain on you or something? Or maybe she was going to make fun of your dress?

When she doesn’t, and she continues to stare at you, you repeat yourself.

“I said, that it’s fine that you feel that way…we’re just different, that’s all” you nod to yourself before you round your counter and make your way deeper into your book store, busying yourself with organizing your shop a bit more.

Ellie follows you, leaning up against the shelves that you’re restocking as she's eyeing you up and down, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches you.

It's annoying because you're so fucking oblivious. You don't notice any of the attention that she gives you. You don't notice the way her eyes roam down your body, or the way she's dead silent whenever you bend over to pick up a stack of books, Ellie is positive that she needs to tattoo 'I want you' on her forehead for you to get the message, and even then it wouldn't be clear to you how badly she wants you.

She also hates when you say that, that you and her are different. It sounds like you're dismissing her attempts at trying to ask you out, and it pisses her off.

"No, means you're lame and i'm not" She huffs out, turning her back so she was leaning against the shelves. You sigh, standing on your toes to get one of your books on the higher shelves, huffing softly to yourself in concentration.

"I...yes thats nice Ellie...if you're not going to buy anything, you can leave" You sigh out, still struggling to reach the highest shelf. You were too focused on restocking your books, and frankly you had no time for Ellie and her games. It was too fucking hot, you were very fucking tired, and she was just so...so..

So fucking mean.

Your words make Ellie seethe, because you've never asked her to leave.

And she's scoffing, rolling her eyes as she finally pushes herself off the shelf, snatching the book from your hand and settling it on the shelf without any struggling from her end. "Get a fucking step ladder next time, princess" She spits, and her tone makes you flinch a bit.

You watch her as she storms out, and for a moment you think you might have been too mean for saying what you did. You truly didn't mean it, not in the way that she might have thought anyway. You were just...frustrated, and Ellie made you feel even more frustrated...

But then you're thinking about how rude Ellie is to you all the time, so cocky and smug. Bragging to you about the parties she attends in the city, or the amount of girls that are dangling off her arm whenever she's there, and she tells you that you could never be like that, you could never get out the way she does because you're just a boring little librarian who's only friends are the baker next door and the couple who owns the pet store a few blocks down.

Ellie is fucking mean, and you hate that you're blaming yourself for finally stand up to her...sort of.

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The end of the day comes sooner than you expected.

Mainly because all you can think about is Ellie, and it's distracting you from the heat. No one else comes in for the rest of the day, only a few of your regulars to drop off some books they had finished and wanted to donate to you. Other than that, it was just you and the soft music that played out of your old little radio.

You close up an hour early, figuring that there was no use in staying open late. More times than not, people wouldn't be making an emergency late night run to the little book store in town.

You frown softly as you turn off all the lights, and flip the little sign on your door to the side that says 'sorry! come back tomorrow!'. You couldn't shake the sinking feeling in your stomach, the strange weight that you had been carrying ever since Ellie had left earlier in the day.

She didn't even say anything that was out of the ordinary for her, she was always witty and rude. It was just...she seemed so...hurt, when you told her to leave. You then realized that it was something you had never done, to her or anybody that set foot in your shop.

Even though you shouldn't, it made you want to apologize.

You pulled your bag further up on your shoulder, deep in thought as you only hoped she would return the next morning. You were already replaying the words in your head that you would say, trying your best to make amends with the girl that would never once apologize for all of the mean things she said to you.

You don't even notice her sitting on the bench thats set right outside of your shop.

Her fists are shoved in her pockets, and her knee is bouncing wildly as she waits for you. She had been waiting for quite some time, knowing that you would have to close up shop eventually.

When she does hear the little bell on your door ring, she's up on her feet in seconds, making her way towards you.

"Hey..um...you mind if I walk you home?" She asks, and you're blinking up at her almost in shock because you're positive you've never heard Ellie use such a gentle tone with you before.

You even go as far as to look around you, just to make sure she's speaking to you and not someone nearby. When you confirm that she is in fact speaking to you, you give her a small nod, and you both begin to walk into the direction of your house in silence.

She feels awkward, and stupid, and she regrets the way she's been tormenting you for god knows how long, and she finally has the chance to be civil with you and she isn't saying anything.

Because she's an idiot.

You break the silence first.

With a small clearing of your throat, you're tugging the strap of your bag gently, eyes glued to your shoes as you walk. "Um..do you live around here?" Your voice is soft, and Ellie feels like she wants to kick herself for being so rude to someone so fucking sweet.

"No, no. I live on the other side of town." She doesn't even fully finish her sentence and you're already stopping in your tracks, shaking your head quickly. "Oh no..you dont need to walk me all the way there then..I'd hate to make you walk across town in the dark."

Ellie stares at you in disbelief, because its already dark, and you'd be walking alone, and she is quite literally your bully, but yet you're still worrying about her walking home on her own, sacrificing your safety and comfort so that she doesn't have to make her way back,

She chuckles softly before she shakes her head, placing her hand on the small of your back as she urges you to continue walking on. "No fuckin' way, you're not getting rid of me that easily" She hums, and her words make you giggle, the air between the two of you already feeling less tense.

She sighs out softly, her hand dropping from your back before she speaks again. "Look I...I waited for you so I could apologize...its not cool the way I treat you.." She mumbled, almost sounding ashamed of herself for even being in this position to begin with.

You hum softly, staring down at the ground once again as you nod at her words. "Didn’t expect to hear those words from you, Ellie…” you mumble out, and it makes Ellie feel like shit.

She groans “I can be nice too you know..” and it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than she’s trying to convince you. You giggle softly as you look up at her, the warm summer breeze blowing her pretty hair back, brown fringe sweeping across her face before you speak.

“Oh really? I’ve yet to see that” you hum, and it doesn’t have any bite to it, and it isn’t harsh. It’s simply the truth. You truly have never experienced any sort of nice behavior come from Ellie that wasn’t used as a way to lure you into another one of her stupid jokes or pranks.

Ellie sighs, because she knows you’re right, and she’s annoyed at herself for it. She opens her mouth to speak, but you’re already in front of your house, and of course your house is just as fucking cute as you are.

It makes Ellie want to scream at herself.

She sucks in a harsh breath as you both stand outside your place, and she asking before she can even stop herself.

“Can I come in?”

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Ellie is sat at your little kitchen table while you get her something to drink. She’s taking in the little trinkets in your home, and it looks like a cozier version of your book store, she wasn’t even sure if it could get any cozier than that in all honesty.

But it does, because it’s bright and colorful and it smells like you, and Ellie finds that she doesn’t even want to leave.

You return with a talk pitcher of fresh lemonade that you had made yourself the day before, knowing the weeks weather would be brutal and you’d need it for when you got home. You placed two glasses on the table and a pitcher before you poured some out for her.

“It’s too hot out for tea…I hope this is fine” you gave her a gentle smile before you sat down across from her.

It’s moments like this where Ellie doesn’t think you’re even real. As she watches you move from the kitchen to the table in your little sundress, pitcher of lemonade in hand, she realizes how badly she wants you. She’s always known that she’s wanted you…but it’s practically screaming at her as she sits there in your home.

The two of you talk for a bit, and she finds that it’s the first time she’s actually talking to you. Getting to know you, asking you about your store, and it’s the same for you. You’re able to ask Ellie things you were too scared to ask her in the beginning.

Ellie realizes her little crush for you is so much bigger than she thought it was in the beginning.

Soon enough, you’re both moving to the couch. The cool breeze that was blowing in through your window made you look like a dream to Ellie, and she was sure that she was staring like a dazed out idiot, but you seemed so comfortable around her, and Ellie had realized that she’s never actually seen you this way before.

Not around her at least.

You hum softly once your words die down, looking over at the large old clock on your wall. It was already so late, and you knew for a fact if you sat there any longer, that you’d be able to sit with her for hours and just talk.

“It’s already so late…I should probably start heading to bed” you sigh out, and Ellie can tell that you’re feeling tired. She nods quickly, standing up and grabbing both of your glasses and taking them to your sink. The gesture makes you giggle softly.

You pat down your dress before you walk her towards your front door.

As she walks out and turns around so that she’s facing you, you think there’s an angel at your door. Because the moon is shining down on her pretty face, and she’s staring down at you with those big green eyes, and you feel like she’s walked out of a dream of yours.

Your staring is how you end up in Ellie’s lap on your couch.

Because she knows that look, she’s seen it so many times before from other girls that have wanted her. But she feels like she’s dreaming because you’re looking at her that way, so she couldn’t help herself from leaning forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing a needy kiss to your lips.

She takes advantage of the way you gasp into her mouth, pushing her tongue into yours as she’s already walking you backwards towards your couch, kicking your front door closed.

You’re a mess on top of her, straddling her lap, her hands pushing up her dress and squeezing the plush skin of your thighs.

You moan softly into her mouth, feeling like the first kiss from her made you want so much more. Your hands are tugging at her hair, pulling her closer to you and keeping her closer to you. “Ellie….” You moan out.

Ellie breaks the kiss, looking up at you with blown out pupils as she nods, just as breathless as you are. “What is it baby? Tell me what you need?” She sighs softly, giving your thighs a soft squeeze.

And you’re whining because you don’t even know what you need, you’re just moaning, and needy, and your skin feels like it’s on fucking fire because you haven’t felt want and lust like this in a long fucking time. So you begin to grind your hips down on her lap, moaning out as you arch your back at the feeling.

“Mmm….fuuuuck…just…need you Ellie…wanna feel you…please” you whine, and Ellie is staring up at you like you’re a fucking goddess because she’s only ever dreamt about you like this, on her lap moaning for her.

The feeling of you rocking your hips back and forth on her lap is making her moan with you, because your thigh is slotted right between her legs, and your movements are bringing her just the right amount of friction that she needs from you.

She grips your hips harder, forcing you to grind harder down on her lap. She let her head fall back against the couch, a soft hiss leaving her lips followed by a long, drawn out moan.

“Fuuuuck…that’s it baby, grind that pretty lil cunt on me…fuck you feel so good….” She leans forward, pulling your dress down so your tits pop out for her, and her lips are latching onto your nipple in an instant. The feeling of her warm mouth has your head spinning, and you’re positive there’s a wet spot on her jeans.

From you and from her.

You gasp softly as you stare down at her attacking your nipples with her mouth, biting and sucking, your hands still laced in her hair as you go faster.

“F-fuck! Ah…mmm…Ellie I’m…oh my god!…I’m gonna fucking cuuummm”

Ellie is nodding against you, her lips coming off of your nipple with a pop before she’s staring up at you again, strong hands guiding your hips to go faster, her own pussy grinding against your thigh as she moans loudly.

“That’s it princess, fuck…cum with me, be a good girl and fucking cum with me..” she groans out, and you truly don’t need to be told twice.

Because between her words and her moans, you’re throwing your head back and your hips stifle as you cum hard against her. She’s pressing her face into your chest, breathing hard as her orgasm washes over her as well.

The two of you sit there for a moment, the only noises in the room being the sounds of your breathing and the occasional kisses she’d press to your chest.

This time, Ellie breaks the silence first.

She sighs softly, her arms sliding up to grip your middle as she pulls you closer to her body, now pressing kisses to your neck as she hums.

“I wanna take you out…on a real date” she hums softly, and it makes you giggle. She smirks softly against your skin before she pulls back a bit, staring up at you with raised eyebrows. “You laughin’ at me?” She questions, and you smile softly as you give her a nod, brushing her hair out of her face.

“It’s a little late for asking me out on a date, don’t you think?” You hum, and she groans softly as her eyes flutter shut. She’s embarrassed because you’re right, you just made her cum on your thigh and she was choosing now of all times to ask you out.

“Better late then never? I mean…I know it’s really fucking backwards on my end but I just…I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for a really long time..and I get it if you wouldn’t want to go out with someone who’s only been rude to you but I just really fucking like you and-“ you cut her off with your lips pressing against hers.

Ellie furrows her eyebrows, but still melts into the kiss nonetheless. She stares at you with a confused expression, because you’re giving her that sweet smile with pretty sleepy eyes and she feels like she’s being pranked or something.

“You’re cute when you ramble…” you hum softly, and it makes her cheeks go red. You giggle softly before you nod, pressing another gentle kiss to the corner of her lips.

“I’ll let you take me out on a date if you spend the night” you hum, and her eyes are nearly bulging out of her head because she couldn’t believe that someone as sweet as you is asking her to stay the next.

She nods eagerly, turning her head so she catches your lips against hers, making you giggle.

You spend the rest of the night in each others arms after the nicest shower Ellie has ever had, getting to know each other and making up for lost time. And as crazy as it may sound to you…

You are so fucking happy that Ellie was so shit at flirting.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie x you #ellie williams fluff

[romeulusroy]

Petals (Roy!Sibling x Connor Roy)

Character/s: Connor, Shiv, Roman, Logan, Willa, Marcia

Word Count: 1,315

Requested: hello! is it okay if i request more roy baby sibling and connor? i’d like to see them asking connor to dance at shiv’s wedding (or maybe even at his wedding?)! thank you :) - anon

Requested: your younger roy sibling hcs have been rotting my brain recently and now im imagining 8 year old them making a drawing for connor's birthday that is them holding hands with big hearts and "wish you were my daddy" written in big kid letters (probably with spelling mistakes) and connor just like. sobbing when he reads it. i feel like hed be such a big father role to a significantly younger sibling (i personally imagine them and roman having a around 10 year gap, so thats probably like ~35 years of different between them and connor). and we all know what a shitty dad logan is/was, so i can see younger sibling calling connor after some big fight with logan and crying while begging him to pick them up and let them live with him and it breaks his heart cause logan would never let it happen and he tried but couldnt protect ken and shiv and rome and he just wishes he could at least protect his baby sib but he just cant and it kills him. anyway happy thursday thought haha roy family brainrot - @fromirkwood

Inspired By: Petals on the Moon by Wasia Project

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: I know the second one wasn't exactly a request, but I couldn't get it out of my head!!! Big Bro Connor is my absolute favorite!! I hope this doesn't rot in your brain too long my love lol. I just couldn't get it out of my head, especially when it was combined with the other request!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Time is a thief, at least that’s what he thinks when he looks at you, spinning with your sister on the dance floor. Your smile is so bright, so wide, your cheeks flushed. You drank too much, no doubt it was Roman refilling your glass without your notice. The song picks up speed, picks up in joy, and you break out into laughter, you and Shivy. It’s as if you’re in your own world and only she’s in it. You spin and jump and sing along, your niece and nephew beside you and the bride. He hasn’t seen you this electric, this alive, so much like your old self, in weeks. Connor considered himself lucky to be able to watch, to bear witness. Just moments ago you were a baby, doodling with your thick crayons, mistakenly calling him Dad instead of Logan. Only recently had he learned that's who he was in your phone, Dad, that Logan was simply Logan. Years pass, but so little changes. He still had all your fathers day cards stashed away, hidden before your real father caught what you were doing. Stick figures, one tall, one small, hand in hand surrounded by flowers and butterflies and other bugs. Happy Fathers Day Connor. Your uppercase letters always slanted, crooked, his name spelled with one N instead of two. It wasn’t long until his figure started sprouting gray hair, graying far earlier than anyone else in the family, and yours grew taller every year. Connor feared you might have forgotten about him, that you were getting too old to need your eldest brother like your siblings had, but you proved him wrong after that night. 

You hadn’t even wanted to go to the wedding. It was so bad. Whatever was said and done remained a mystery. You wouldn’t tell him, tell anyone, just that it was bad. He’d gone with Willa to pick something out for you, knowing you left the house with nothing. You refused to try it on, to come out of the spare bedroom. It wasn’t until the day before when they were getting ready to leave, accepting that there was no way you were going, did you come out with your outfit packed. You weren’t going to miss Shiv's big day because of him, you declared, and it was settled. He couldn’t contain his excitement, grinning from ear to ear. Letting her down, letting him down, just because of your old man, it seemed like a cruel punishment. You sat beside him in the plane, his hand on your knee, trying to disregard the dread in your chest. They’d all heard about your big blow out, they all wanted to know, going to Connor first instead of you. You were the closest, you told him everything. When he had nothing to say, when all he could offer was a warning, it said something, something more than he was expecting: whatever happened got to you. It genuinely hurt you. They imagined the worst, unsure of what to do. He was at a loss, too. Your father could say and do as he pleased, you’d always been the best at ignoring him, especially when he was in one of his moods, but this time? This time was different. It stung more than all of the other fights you’d had with him, and there were some memorable ones. Never had you yelled back like that, never had you stormed out in a fury, never had you sobbed to your brother like that on the phone. This wasn’t the kind of thing that would go away on its own. It wouldn’t heal with time. 

He could almost forget the crack in your voice as he watched you now. That sad, crying child looked so different from the young adult on the dance floor. Eventually you came over to him, asking him to dance. As if on cue, a slower song came on. This was far different than the last time you danced together. You stood on his shoes, swaying, giggling that high pitched giggle, the one that made his heart melt. You were so little then, so tiny, he was scared to let go. Now you swayed on your own, your arms around him as if you’re scared he’ll flee, your face buried into his chest. Thank you for letting me stay with you. It came out mumbled, muffled, but he understood. Anytime, kiddo. You’re a pleasure to have. Your eyes were big when you looked up at him, as if trying to decipher if he was telling the truth or not. His smile, so reassuring, told you he meant it. I’m sorry about Pops. you shook your head, not wanting to hear his name, not wanting your brother to carry the guilt for him. If he was going to apologize you were going to hear it from him. Not anyone else. Connor spent the entire night putting distance between the two of you, becoming your human shield. Logan, it seemed, had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal, kissing Shiv, saying hello to your brothers, like nothing was amiss. They each shared a glance, all looking to Connor for help, for guidance, just like they had when they were little. He knew what he had to do. How bad was it, kiddo? He asks. Bad. It’s all you can say without upsetting yourself all over again. 

He called you his greatest failure. Spineless. A mistake. You don’t remember how it started, only that you were bleeding out on the floor before him and he refused to put the knife down. A plague to the Roy name, a curse, a bad seed. You never should have been born. A loser. Incompetent. He’s not sure where you came from, but you are certainly not his. You should be smarter, work harder, but instead you are nothing, you are nobody. No one has ever or will ever love you. It hits you so hard, so forcefully, it knocks the wind out of you. He means it, he means every word, but especially that. That’s what kills you, that’s what makes the tears slip down your cheeks. That’s not true, you try to spit back, but he’s not listening and you’re crying, and you’re proving him right. He keeps talking. You can’t hear it, though. You’re gone. You’ve retreated into yourself, so far back he cannot possibly get you. You stand there, unmoving, as he gets in your face. No one has or will ever love you. No one has or will ever love you. It plays on loop, again and again until you cannot breathe. Finally you back away, you run from him, slamming each door behind you. Marcia calls out to you, hearing what went down, but nothing can stop you. Through the busy sidewalks, sobbing uncontrollably, you call him. You can’t repeat what he said, you still can’t. You know that would make him furious, all of them, and it is not their burden to carry. A quiet fear has settled in the back of your mind: what if he’s right? 

If he knew, if Connor knew, he would have killed his father. No one said that to his baby, no one ever dared talk to you that way. But he doesn’t, and he never will. You have vowed to yourself that neither him nor your other siblings will know, for fear that they might agree with him. That they’ll show you he’s right. Instead they watch you carefully, ready to intervene should that be necessary. You hold on to him tight long after the song ends, not wanting to let go, to be alone with Logan's words. Connor doesn’t mind at all. He’s his happiest when his siblings need him, when you need him. He’ll always be there to rescue you. Always. It’s his job, you’re his greatest love. You all are.

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[pippuns]

Youve made me curious, what's Tai Sui about? What's the appeal 👀👀

LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE APPEAL ANON!!

tai sui is an absolutely fantastically written steampunk xianxia novel that acts as a deconstruction of the xianxia genre!! if you like detailed world building, questions about the cost of immortality, what makes a god, and identity, themes about environmentalism, class, autonomy, the power of names, and just incredible levels of emotional damage (broken up by the funniest and most annoying (/affectionate) protagonist around), tai sui is for you!!

which is to say. this novel was engineered to make me specifically absolutely lose it LOL

i kept on trying to make this post both coherent and not long and i have given up. here is a bunch of words of me yelling about how much i love tai sui below the page break.

TAI SUI IS SO!!! MY BRAIN!!! ITS BEING REWRITTEN!!!

there is literally no one in the main cast i dont like. they're all so funny in their own ways and so likeable!! I genuinely have such a difficult time picking my favorite character in tai sui because they're all so interesting and well-written, and i love seeing them interact with each other

part of this absolutely has to do the protagonist, xi ping, who is just the funniest man around. he's also the most annoying and i want to see him crushed like a bug (/affectionate). he's really good at bouncing off of other characters, and i love seeing him drag other folks into Problems and Situations and just being a general force of chaos and mayhem in the world

it's also really good that he's so funny and lighthearted because tai sui has some really tragic moments!! it gets fucking sad!! i've cried multiple times and i don't usually cry at media!! i only just finished book three!!

tai sui is also really good at writing women!! i love tai sui women so much. i don't really have much more to say about this but like. gender and wlw win <3

another thing tai sui does that i like a lot is zoom out to focus on the ways the events of the novel are affecting ur average day folks. when i say ''tai sui is about class and environmental issues'' i mean they don't just like, say it in the narration and then not elaborate on it. we explicitly see how people are being affected by the way the world is governed and the hardships they are forced to live through. it's not really left to your imagination.

but something i also really really like is that while priest does show the hardship that characterizes the lives of the people, they also show the ways in which people struggle to live on regardless.

tai sui is about tragedy in a lot of ways, but it's not a tragedy they take lying down, and it's not like people don't find their own moments of happiness in spite of the hard lives they live. which is really important to me!! its something i genuinely appreciate from the narration so much!! yes, life is hard. yes, things are difficult. and yes, people find a way to continue on regardless!!!!

PUNCHES A WALL. IM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT TAI SUI.

ALSO THE NARRATION IS SO GORGEOUS??? LIKE HELLO??? IM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH THE PROSE. EATS IT WHOLE LIKE IM A BURMESE PYTHON. or uh. like im going out to a gyro place with my friends and i get so focused on eating the food that i don't notice that i'm eating the sandwich paper wrap until a fair amount of it is chowed down haha :')

i also mentioned this a little on my side twitter but the way tai sui is formatted is also really fun to me. like. it feels like a tv show with the way the scenes change and the cliff hangers the chapters end on sometimes. which is why it really doesn't feel like its 900k words. you just keep going and then BOOM ur done with a book. the real reason im doodling my way through this novel is to force myself to go slow. bc otherwise i would have finished it in a week (there is something wrong with me).

anyways please read tai sui

#pip speaks #i cannot be normal <3 please understand <3 #side twitter is zapphalt. i have more specific text analysis and thoughts there #but its full of spoilers </3 #i tried to keep it short but in my defense you asked why it appealed to me #disclaimer these are the reasons why it appeals to me specifically. there are many more reasons to like tai sui that i have not listen #partially bc i literally can just keep going on. partially bc if i continue there will be spoilers. #edit: added a link to where you can read it :)

[rorynn]

I'm so sorry I wasn't active I was doing something. Drawing some shit like this. I even made my sketchbook a bit chunky. (I'm using gramarly cuz English is my second language)

The first is Monkey Y/n, who is a half-human and half-monkey demon. And like she is a witch. I like thinking something about witches. THEY ARE MY SECOND FAVORITE MONSTERS. Like she used to be friends with Six-eared Macaque. Macaque was a pre-teen (9-11) and Y/n is in her early teens (13-14). Later as adults, they started a relationship. Y/n is a chill and confused gf while Macaque is like flirty and crazy in love. Everything changed when Y/n back from a mission while being away for like half a year until she heard that Macaque was killed by the hands of Monkey King. It outrages her and wanted to get her revenge on Wukong but realized her neckless wasn't with Macaque anymore. It was odd. You thought Monkey King stole it but you managed to find it it was covered in dirt and broken. It almost looks like it wasn't needed. Then there was a realization and breakdown then y/N promised to fall in love again or get tricked and yadayadayadayada she diseppierd for centuries. Then they met again

2. Then for the next hundred years, they meet again AND Macaque thinks Y/n will come back to him but nahh "Do you really think I the great Witch of Abomination? Think again" Then shoves the neckless she gave him when they were young adults.

3. In the Lego Monkie kid universe ( It's how I designed Macaque I mean people say drawing a character 'in my style' so yee) AS it is written on small papers what happens in different universes. So in the Lego Monkie kid universe Y/n just kicks him away because she has a job to do and doesn't want anyone to mess it up. While in my universe Y/n tries to kill him. Macaque has to die again. But he can't stop falling in love even more while Y/n fell out of love. She moved on and already has 3 kids. well, 2 are Macaques and y/ns while her youngest is fully human but has powers like Discord from mlp.

4. Okey so the woman that is standing next to Monkey Y/n is me as a Celestial guard or something. Monkey y/n needed help for something so she went for some help. Then I the Celstal guard would gladly helped.

5. I made myself as a Spider-woman. But like it says on icecream Chopstick. A mutated. This is very short so like there was a spider that had a mutated venom on her fat bunda. How I was bit well....I was filling my water bottle and I didn't see a spider inside so I drank it and bam I was kicked out of my home and became a vigilant Spider-woman, I have 16 eyes, I can spill my venom when I bit someone and forgot my toxic family, my school. my old life..... And 1 year later a Spider sociality came to invite me but I refused cuz.. Why should I mean they have a thousand spider people on it why do they need another one???? I refused multiple times.. heck they even tried to force me but I made it again very clear I will not join. So they stopped bugging me until an Indian Spider-man give me some weird tech bracelet and said to keep it if I in case need their help. Then this boy named Miles Morales came into your universe and said this was whole a misunderstanding that he came from the wrong universe and that he needs to go back to his universe to save his dad but he is being chased by multiple spider-people who is leading them is Miguel O'hara. Ahh that annoying bitchy grumpy man with a problem temperature. Then he explained that he is also being chased by a powler-version of himself. And I explain powler-version of himself is also the enemy I'm trying to put him in jail and also my sister's best friend. He was shocked. But I had no time to explain so I told him to stay at my place. I MADE HIM A BUREK S MESOM AND HE LOVED IT. Then he said that he will never be able to save his dad the one I wrote on a pic was a mistake. So i told him to not worry about them.

6. This is like a small doodle of me, Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, and Monkey witch y/n who sleeps naked alone. The reason why she sleeps naked it's because it itchy for her to sleep with pj's and sweets a lot which causes the bed to get wet and she stinks a lot and hates to take a shower twice a day. She only does it alone- when Y/n started to have a relationship with Macaque she was embarrassed to ask Macaque if she could sleep with no clothes on nothing sexual it is normal for monkeys to be naked which of course Macaque notices that and tells her that it won't bother him after all a lot of tribe monkeys sleep naked or be naked. It is actually common for monkeys to be naked :)

7. This is actually funny to me. I made an Eagle Y/n a very long ago I wanted to draw more of her with Golden Winged Peng From Lego Monkey Kid she is also a sister figure of a Macaque. I was listening to 'Ayesha Erotica - 9 am in Calabasas where there is a scenario where he talks about starting to fall in love with Eagle Y/n and yadadada not gonna make it longer and you guys probably that one trend on TikTok lalalalala ˛& okokokokok, yeah they are both okokokokok. Don't ask me why It's my opinion cuz they both are listening to each other.

And here is a little note for everyone to see better. I was even going to make Y/n shorter before I searched about eagles' height. What I was mostly curious about is the height and the types of eagles are called. Y/n is a golden eagle. MEANING he can sit on her lap whenever he can I even searched about Peng's origin in Buddhism. Mostly wiki. Also, Y/n has leopard-like teeth and it looks something like this:

8. And another Y/n Oc from Rise of the Guardians as Halloween spirit. A love interest for Easter Bunnymund. Yes, it is from a headcanon on Tumblr and l read it and loved it. The reason why I designed it like this is that I tried to find some clothes for her like:

-a witch hat and has a goth neckless,

-a Vampire cape,

-a stone candy that it's attached on her neckless,

-she has clown makeup on her face exept her lips,

-bones painted on her body,

-has a crow mask behind her back,

-witch reaped dress,

-wolf form

!and fun /sad facts about the Halloween spirit!:

After Halloween, Y/N'ween typically takes a walk in a dark forest and disappears.

When there is a child or a teen that is too scared of going alone to get jumpscares, Y/N'ween will make it less scary and leaves lollipops to feel better.

if selfish parent/s would force their child/ren to steal candies from others. Y/N'ween would give them a thousand of jumpscares till they learn a lesson.

Y/N'ween is actually shy but when you get to meet her she is really outgoing.

Hates it when she is called 'puppy'. mostly from Jack

has ADHD

has a mark that one of the Toothiana's fairies had pinched her thinking Y/n'ween was a threat.

she uses withes magical mop to fly.

Y/n'ween is being misgendered due to her muscular arms and makeup, which happens a lot.

at a Halloween a kid was being laughed at for being a scared cat which angered the teen, this teen started throwing rocks at them then the kids did the same thing to her but a boy threw a rock on her head. It knocked her out and her head started bleeding. The kids were scared and ran off leaving her dying. When Y/n'ween smelled blood she rushed to s find where the blood was coming from and hoping she wasn't too late...

unfortunately she was late....but the moon chose the kid to become her left hand as to help Y/n'ween with celebrating Halloween.

All Y/n designs are free to use EXCEPT!

My personas. AND ADD CREDITS PLS OR I WILL STALK YOU AND ADD HATE ON YOU!!!

#artists on tumblr #digital art #auroraqenajdrew #x y/n #x muscular y/n #x witch reader #Oc reader #six eared macaque x reader #Golden Winged Peng x reader #x monkey reader #x Oc! Y/n #my spidersona #jttw macaque #rise of the guardians #rise of the guardians x reader #x Halloween Spirit reader #eagle yn #character design #oc artwork #y/n imagines #y/n x character #y/n fanfic

[souglias]

I see there's still a slot left for foul legacy: raging tide so I hope I'm not too late to request something 👀

Three things about me:

As I said in my other ask, I love to draw and write and I try to do that as much as I can during my free time between hw and class. Although it's been much harder to find time during college and I am often plagued with art/ writer's block 😔

I'm a bio major and I have no problem with handling bugs and other little critters that most people get queasy about. Once you've dissected sheep brains and whole squids, grabbing a spider isn't such a big deal lol

It generally takes me a while to start seeing someone as a close friend rather than a friendly acquaintance that I sometimes see in class. In the same vein it also takes me a while to begin considering someone as a possible romantic partner bc I only start to feel attraction after I've known them for a while and established an emotional connection

I'm a big fan of the star student/delinquent trope and even though I'm not really the type that only cares about studying, I do generally prioritize that over other things

Thank you in advance!! I can't wait to see the rest of this event unfold :D

The Delinquent [Childe]

c/w: mentions and implications of rumours, implication of bad school culture, Biology dissection (not described in detail)

Note: Hello!! I'm so so sorry this fic took so long! I wasn't particularly inspired for this fic so I was holding it off, then school came in the way for quite a bit. I don't know much about dissections, but I did a quick Google search and I hope I've written it such that it's not too difficult to believe. I hope that you enjoy this!

word count: 1.5k

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Sun and moon. Both you and Childe live worlds apart. The two of you are only in each other’s orbit, seeing each other from a distance. The closest that you’ll ever get is being a few seats away in biology class. However, even though you only share one class with him, you know him all too well.

Childe is the infamous sporty kid in school. He’s also one who often wins academic competitions for the school. The student body doesn’t necessarily dislike him either. In fact, the girls adore him. They think that he’s hot and charming. But outside of his friend group, everyone is mostly too intimidated by his aura to approach him. 

You can also always count on Childe to constantly talk back to teachers and staff. Now and then, you would catch him breaking school rules by exploiting their loopholes. The school hasn’t expelled him, given that he’s not causing harm or trouble to anyone. On top of that, he largely excels in many areas. Though… There are rumours of him beating other students up. But no one has actually seen him do so.

You, on the other hand, keep to your group of friends. That’s how you decided you were going to spend the rest of your school life. Comfortable with a group of friends that you cherish deeply, out of the spotlight. 

That is until Childe decides to collide into your world for a reason you cannot bring yourself to turn down. Okay, you could have, but you don't dare to.

As a short breather from studying in the library, you doodle a little. Childe walks up to your side while you’re doing so. 

With a volume lower than usual, he greets you. “Hey, [name]- Oh these look pretty cute.”

You dropped your pencil on your notebook, taken aback that the Childe is talking to you. 

“What’s up, Childe?” you ask as your hand subtly shifts above the doodles in your notebook. Honestly, you want nothing to do with him. But, at the same time, you are courteous enough not to shut someone out the first time they speak to you.

He smiles sheepishly as he requests, “Sorry to bother you, but could you give me a demonstration on the dissection of a sheep’s brain?”

You only blink at him in response. You asked him to repeat, making sure you didn’t mishear him. Assuming you couldn’t hear him, he raises his volume. Only slightly, so as not to disturb other students. 

“I need some help on dissecting a sheep’s brain and I’d like you to show me a demonstration. Would that be okay for you?”

Fumbling over your words a little, you agree to help him with his dissection. “Great! Thank you so much, [name]. Will tomorrow after our biology lesson be good?”

“Yeah, sure…”

With that, he walks off with a slight skip in his steps. But you, on the other hand, are highly preoccupied with your thoughts. You think you got a little too nervous around him. They say you shouldn’t show fear in front of what you are afraid of. Wait, since when were you afraid of him?

On top of that worry, you aren’t sure if you should be proud that Childe thinks highly enough of you to ask you for help, or if you should be concerned that you are now responsible for tutoring the infamous school delinquent instead. 

Do you really know the dissection like the back of your hand? What if he asks you about the details that you've thrown to the back of your mind? As an extra precaution, you start to relook at your notes on the dissection. Before you sleep at night, you give your notes one last read too.

The next day, you realise during lessons that you forgot to check if there was a supervising teacher present after school. For students to use the laboratory after school, there is a rule stating that a teacher has to be present. Childe probably wouldn’t heed that rule in normal circumstances. But since your last lesson is Biology in the laboratory with him, your teacher would definitely know both of you are staying back. If there was no one around, your teacher wouldn’t permit you two to use the room and kick the both of you out. 

So, you pray. You pray that there wouldn’t be any supervising teacher, so you’d get to slip out on Childe. But unfortunately, when class ends, you find out that your teacher is on duty today.

Sighing internally, you resign yourself to helping Childe. As you prepare your workbench, you catch your teacher's eyes darting between the two of you. Likely surprised that both of you speak to each other, you suppose. You'd be surprised too.

When all the preparation is done, you try to hide your disappointment and ask, “So, how do you want me to teach this to you?” 

“You can do a step-by-step demonstration, then I’ll try to follow along.”

After every step, you check on the steps that he executes. While doing so, you notice how slender his hands are and the little faded scars on them. 

“[Name]? We can continue.”

You snap out of your daze and mutter an apology, continuing the dissection. At some point, you stop him. “Hold on, you’re about to cut the wrong part.”

He shifts his gaze over to your scalpel, trying to assess the exact point to cut. Before he does anything, you move over to his side as you always do when you teach your friends. You wrap your hand around his that holds the scalpel and you guide his hand.

Childe becomes momentarily distracted by your touch on his. He tries to ignore the feeling of his skin tingling and regain his focus. 

(But it is for nought because all he can think of is how cool you are for being so good at Biology. Heck, not just Biology, but other subjects too. Words of your consistently stellar grades don’t escape him.)

You only realise the proximity between the two of you after you let go of his hand. Taking a step back, your leg bumps into the stool. You stumble for a bit. Childe’s hand reaches out to your arm and it hovers right above your skin, ready to catch you. But you don’t fall and a few moments pass.

Inside, you beat yourself up a little for almost falling onto the ground in front of someone you’ve barely spoken to before. You straighten yourself and Childe withdraws his hand back to his side. 

You clear your throat in an attempt to dissipate the tension in the air. “There’s only one more step left to go. I can show that to you and if you’re good, we can pack up.”

You note how hot your face feels and hope he doesn’t tell this to his friend circle. You don’t particularly like them, given the amount of drama they attract. 

You try to concentrate, though the incident earlier remains at the front of your mind. Soon, he ends the procedure without a hitch, so you assume that you’ve taught him the right step despite your lack of focus. With that, both of you clean up the workbench. 

Childe finishes cleaning up faster than you. He always packs up quickly after class, and you chalk up his speed to his desire to leave class early. You think he’s about to leave when he comes over to help you. When he does, he thanks you.

“Thanks for the tutoring session, [name].”

A few seconds of silence lapse. You’re not sure if you should thank him for helping you. But before you say anything, he asks, “Say… could I ask you for more help next time? I struggle quite a bit with Biology.”

Immediately, you nod. It'll just be more tutoring sessions that'll benefit you too. Though, you ask, “Don’t you have friends who do Biology?”

Childe’s face sours a little, a smile still plastered on his face. He whispers, “Let’s just say that while I do hang out with them, I don’t like to stay around them more than I need to.”

Your eyes widen slightly. The two of you have more in common than you thought.

As the two of you walk down the hallways to the exit, he exchanges contacts with you. Childe does a tiny fist pump in the air. “Nice! Now, we can easily arrange study sessions!”

He turns to look at you and offers, “If you need anything too, you can always ask me!”

Childe flashes you a smile. He’s really not so bad.

When the two of you part ways at the school gate, you wave to him. He returns one with that annoyingly vibrant smile of his. But, maybe you could get used to this.

Only then do you realise, oh, you are in so much danger. The moon is reaching its orbit closest to the sun now.

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#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #tartaglia x y/n #childe #tartaglia #genshin childe #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #childe imagines #tartaglia imagines #genshin writing #souglia.s #[celebration of monoceros caeli]

[nimbus-bugs]

Nim Sketch Dump

as promised, here's a big sketch dump of my sona/oc nim! this isn't gonna be a popular post and I don't care 👍

I didn't originally intend to post these so I've referenced some art works heavily but I've written the name of the artist and I'll type it out too! if any of the artists see my references and is uncomfortable with it please let me know and I'll remove it from this post :D

dump under the cut!

the first ideas for his "modern design" (he's been around and recycled for a loooong time). the pose in the top right hand corner is taken from @/hiraethminds! they are a very cool artist and inspire me a lot. though the grey-ish tones as the major colour goes away I still really like the centipede tattoo, centipedes are rad as fuck and you can't tell me otherwise

I started to play with the idea of a goat design for him here! which is strange because like. that's not even his main design or motif or anything, I just really liked the idea I guess LMAO also Aurelai belongs to my mate of the same name! she's not on tumblr (yet) but you should still like her because she's cool and awesome

a treat for my qsmp enjoyers!! an unfinished short comic I sketched on the day tallulah lost her first life. the other characters in this are my old ocs, don't even worry about them

I straight up just have the image that inspired me in this one. its by @/sss-eriema and it was a gift from GOD. I was trying to sort out the colours and wanted to incorporate both orange (my favourite colour) and green (my close second favourite colour) but wasn't having much luck. eriema's artwork showed me that it can work in a more muted way and it was very very helpful!!

maid dress. sorry. also slimecicle

I started to get the colours down in the bottom right corner!! I really like this sketch page honestly. some bonus self portrait sketches because I wanted to try and put some more of my own features into his design as my sona! also in the notes I was debating between the two eye shapes and I'm still thinking about it. I think the bottom ones fit his personality more and are way more expressive but I just like the Vibe of the top ones

a lot of little drawings with varying styles! also more slimecicle. I am adhding so hard for him right now, it's concerning.

t. this one is the reason for the blood tw in the tags. I just really like drawing blood. as a treat. don't come for me this is my self-indulgent safe space leT ME BE EDGY </3 also the writing is a little hard to read so I've put it in the alt! and more qsmp doodles!

I'm starting to ditch the goat design but this one is my last hurrah. basically settled on the general colour scheme now! and more qsmp stuff. its literally gripped my brain I can't escape it, even in my personal work

then I realised. nimbus-BUGS. bugs! what if bug? this was a really fun study for using more creature features that I wasn't used to! loving the mandibles tbh

my most recent sketch as of posting! I might update this later, but this sketch page is probably the most gratuitously referenced, the expressions in the bottom left and top right were basically ripped from @/microwavablesquid so if you like those please check them out! the basic design structure of the full body was referenced from @/aresonist, retroactively I realised a lot of my design choices. uh. they also made LMAOOO so if my design in General tickles your brain, follow them!

as for his lore and basic information for what he actually Is, uhhh. ??? I don't know HAHAHA he's a little guy! he's creature! is he human? probably not but no one could say for sure! is he bugs? is he 1000 bugs in a trenchcoat? sometimes he's goat I guess??? I can never decide on a design and I think that aids his cryptid-like habits. he shows up sometimes, vibes and can't die in a way that matters! he has a running motif of my fake-God-thing, the centipede ouroboros, so I was like "what if he was a harbinger of the ouroboros, what then." and I like to imagine he has video game logic where when he dies, he basically respawns. also weirdly it's worked out in a way where he has lots of biblical motifs, like my name is literally nimbus, like the halo, and he's a messenger of a god like some fucked up blorbo angel. also lily of the valley is my favourite flower and I like drawing him with it, it also has lots of symbolism in the bible?? wild.

I sincerely doubt it but if you guys have any questions about nim or want to draw him or anything I would Die. I would just keel over. you'd take me out.

thank you so much if you got to the end of this btw!! this was a lot. seriously though, it means the world if even one person would like to see my little guy <3 have a great day and take care of yourself!

#my art #nim rambles #nim ocs

[palettepainter]

So I have a lot of doodle ideas for Muppets but naturally with commissions and my job at my parents warehouse I don’t have free time all the time, so instead I think I’m gonna start just putting my ideas into text posts so that way I at least have them written down, and that way you guys get to read em and share your thoughts if you want to add anything!

So back on my Miss Piggy being the twin to Miss Poogy brainrot, have some lil mini headcannons about this idea:

-Based off the 2015 show and Miss Piggy’s description of her family life. Miss Piggy implies that any of her siblings, when they got hurt, got sent to the butchers. While I don’t think the Muppets would go quite that dark, I am gonna take that line and assume that Piggy had a rough childhood from the get go, a total contrast to her now rich celebrity life style. Warnings ahead for bad childhood but it doesn’t go into physical abuse territory 

-Piggy and her twin, Poogy, where born to two poor, average farmers from Texas. The couple had been hoping for two strong boys to help around with the chores, so they weren’t very impressed when instead they got twin girls. In spite, the two simply named them Piggy and Poogy. Piggy and Poogy come from a very, VERY large family and have a total of 8 older brothers (From oldest to youngest: Chucky, Buck, Horris, Boris, Dylan, Brad, Brutis, Luke). Piggy and Poogy grew up with old hand-me downs from their brothers, old toys from their brothers, and struggling to get to the dinner table before their brothers hogged all the food. Even as Piggy and Poogy got older, their brothers where absolute terrors to their little sisters, constantly pulling pranks which have left both of them untrustworthy of their brothers, even as adults. One time, the boys left Piggy and Poogy lost in the cornfield all through the night, and the two spent it curled up together shivering and scared. They begrudgingly retrieved them the next morning

-As a child Piggy was the more emotional, feeble twin. Piggy often put up with her annoying older brothers with an eyeroll, trying to pretend their words and pranks didn’t hurt her as much as they did. Pogoy on the other hand, learnt to be curt and snappy, just like her dear old brothers. Poogy was a menace and the classic troubled outcast at school. When the twins started at school Poogy was quick to establish her place as the playground bully, if you where on top no one could boss you around after all..but people could knock you down. Poogy is an absolute terror: she steals peoples lunch from their boxes, she scribbles on peoples work, she sticks bugs down peoples shirts, she throws dirt at the kids on the monkey bars, she’ll wrestle with the other kids - a bit too roughly - and had bitten other kids on several occasions. Piggy always tried to keep herself out of the spotlight when at school, but thanks to her twin Poogy a lot of the kids avoided her out of fear. Piggy grew up very lonely without making any genuine friends 

-Piggy was not immune to her sisters treatment, Poogy was just as rough with her. Poogy’s whole tough love act with Piggy was a means to try and get Piggy to fight back, to grow a spine and stand up for herself - no one was gonna pity some baby fat snotty nose cry baby. It didn’t help that Poogy didn’t have the greatest of examples - having 8 older brothers, Poogy only knows how to express affection through snark, head noogies, and half hearted insults. Even when Poogy was genuinely trying to be nice to Piggy, it still came off as mean and hurtful. While Poogy wasn’t as vicious with her twin as she was other kids, Piggy was still subjected to the “Why’re you hitting yourself?” styx, Poogy stuffing a spider under her pillow, Poogy dumping dirt into her hair at breaktime, and jabs at Piggy’s size. Piggy got given the nickname babyfat by her brothers, and Poogy soon joined in. Piggy to this day will become outraged to the point of violence if she senses a jab at her weight 

-The moment Piggy was old enough to leave that awful old farm she took what little belongs she had and left for the city, determined to make it big so she could stuff it in her stupid families faces. After taking on any odd job that would take her (Piggy has done jobs such as waitressing, babysitting, taxi driver, shop clerk and more). After a while she successfully snags a job working for a fashion company working at front desk, it took some time but Piggy climbs up the ladder till she becomes a models apprentice, and it’s here Piggy discovers her true calling. With her southern charm, perfect supple skin and luscious natural blonde locks, Piggy soars to fame. As her modelling career gradually takes off she begins to receive cameo offers in movies, Piggy bites her lip and accepts them with glee, hoping to one day score a lead acting role. When that doesn’t happen, even after years of doing smaller parts in movies, Piggy begins to feel disheartened. Until she meets a travelling Bear, a whatever and chicken, lead by a frog, on their way to Hollywood to achieve their dream.

-Piggy has not told anybody about her twin and her horrid horrid brothers, aside from a few very, very VERY close few: those few being Deadly and Kermit., and Floyd who learnt from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poogy in turn rarely visits the studio, mostly cuz she feels there's no place for her there. The one time she did show up to visit was purely on accident. The band had been looking to potential hire some auxiliary talent for the band, and Poogy happened to be a pretty great at playing the axe. The interaction ended with Poggy leaving with a huff, and Piggy actually crying. She screams in Floyd’s face, and huffs back to her dressing room to sob into her velvet stress couch. Floyd sheepishly returned the next day to tell her the band wasn’t gonna hire Poogy, and Piggy relents and ends up explaining to Floyd that Poogy is her sister

-One day Piggy’s big brothers do come up to the city for business related purposes, they’ve turned the pathetic little dirt farm into a giant, rather successful business (which Piggy is not at all envious about or seething with rage over-). Her brothers just invite themselves into HER studio, have the gall to bring up memories of home as if they had a perfect little family life to the REST of the muppets crew, and then, they had to audacity to share laughs and chuckles with the crew like they where family. Floyd in particular, being Piggy’s sworn enemy, joins in on some of the laughs and jabs...but starts to grow quickly uncomfortable when the jabs start to become just a bit too mean and spiteful for his liking. Floyd spots how awkward and tense Piggy looks, and tells her brothers to cool it before they take the hint and leave. Piggy wasn’t quite as harsh with Floyd when he quietly asks if she’s okay, the two never spoke of the event afterwards

Other facts:

-Piggy’s family have a bit of bore in the bloodline, hence why Piggy has some freakish strength and an unbridled temper

-During her time as a babysitter Piggy became a regular babysitter to a little penguin named Summer, who she actually is quite fond of. So much so that when Piggy learnt Summer was looking for a job, Piggy practically yoinks Summer under her guiding wing to bequeath her wisdom. Summer works in the prop department 

-Floyd and Piggy actually met in their early adult years, back when Animal was still a baby. Piggy and her family had travelled up country for a farm show in hopes to seal some business deals. Piggy, having been living on her own at that point for 3 years is intent to avoid them at all costs. While rushing away to find some place to hide she stumbles upon Floyd and Animal apart from the crowd playing by a small lake. Summer and Animal, already nursery buddies, begin to play by themselves while Piggy sits on the grass. The two are at first awkward, but soon, but Piggy gradually relaxes, venting a little about family drama and Floyd agreeing with her. They part ways but don’t reunite till years later when they both end up in show bizz

-Poogy is in a band, the Moopets, a name she picked to spite Piggy and her rise to fame while she’s still working for tibs at bars. Poogy vows that she’ll be just as big as Piggy- no, better. And the moment she’s big and famous and Piggy is begging for an apology for cutting her out, Poogy will tell her where she can stick her dammned apology.....still, having a few friends is nice, and being in a band is pretty fun, it’s been her childhood dream afterall. Getting to go home to a cramped apartment with her bandmates, knowing she’ll always have these knuckle heads as her backup, she supposes it’s kinda nice 

-Poogy is BFF’s with Constantine, ex worlds most dangerous frog. Constantine lives with Denise, his not so secret partner, and Poogy teases the ever loving shit out of him for it you don’t even know. The two met at Rowlf’s tavern when Constantine was pulled away from fighting with Piggy. On the same night, Poggy realised her and her band happened to be getting drinks at the same time in the same place as Piggy, and that just made Poggy feel annoyed. The two had a moment of silence, before both saying “I hate miss Piggy” in sync - instant friendship formed. Poogy also thinks Constantine is kinda cool despite all the jabs she makes at him. Constantine reminds Poogy he can and will actually kill her is she doesn’t chill out with the teases and sass, but he’s kidding. Constantin actually likes having Poogy around cuz it gives him a release to just be his more natural, blunt, pessemistic self, cuz he knows Poogy can take it and even dish it back

-Poogy is a natural blonde like her sister, but she started dying her hair black in her teens and has done so ever since

-Poogy has gotten into trouble with the police before and developed unhealthy coping mechanisms as a teen, namely vandalism and shoplifting

-While Poggy’s rockband, the Moopets, have yet to take off, they are all genuinely passionate about what they do. While Constantine hasn’t touched an instrument since Primary School, he’s supportive to the best of his ability, but it’s not really enough. One day, when it an uncreative funk, Constantine sarcastically suggests getting a manager or something to help with the band, and his suggestion actually works. Poogy figured their was nothing to loose, so puts up small fliers on billboards, lamp posts and in shop windows, and no less then a day later does a young, gothic chick by the name of Darci boldly introduce herself and their new manag. It doesn’t take long for Poogy to like Darci, she’s got a lot of spunk and she respects that, Poogy and the whole band, along with Darci, form a very tightly knitted group

#Muppets #Piggy #Poogy #Darci #Constantine #Floyd Pepper #Floyd #Headcannons #The Muppets

[stergeon]

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Relationship(s): Caspar von Bergliez & Linhardt von Hevring

Words: 3.2k (Completed)

"I! AM! CASPAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" "... Okay," Linhardt said, not knowing what to do with this information. This was the wrong response. The boy—Caspar, he reminded himself, Caspar—emitted a positively massive groan of displeasure, lowering his imagined gauntlets and stomping his foot. "You're not s'posed to say 'okay,'" he said huffily, a pair of wrinkles appearing in his tiny brow as his small, pink lip puffed outward into a pout. "You're supposed to tell me your name, and do your battle cry! How am I supposed to know how to fight you if you don't tell me your name?!"

When six-year-old Linhardt von Hevring agreed to accompany his father on a business trip to the Bergliez estate, he'd had big plans: he would read, sleep, lie around in the sun, study interesting-looking bugs, and get as much time to himself as possible.

Nowhere in those plans had he accounted for the possibility of meeting one of the Bergliez boys—and he certainly hadn't expected to make a friend.

—

extension/written version of a doodle-comic i made a few months back about how the boys met and became best buds!! had a lot of fun with this one, hope you enjoy :0)

#caspar x linhardt #caspar von bergliez #linhardt von hevring #casphardt #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #now i have to finish the Rest of that casphardt fic #wish i could have fit this in there but it was supposed to be a wee excerpt and ended up chapter-length by itself #the larger one WILL be done by the end of the week. #ideally by tomorrow. #but randomly pushing out a one-shot has delayed my self-imposed schedule a bit lol #whoops. oh well

[dailylooneys]

Happy 118th Birthday Arthur Davis (1905 - 2000)

One of the most underrated cartoon directors at Warner Bros. own Termite Terrace.

Davis first started at WB as one of Frank Tashlin’s animators up until Tashlin left to pursue his direction in live-action films, then became Bob Clampett’s animator.

He is perhaps best known by fans today as, what I call, the “Second Bob Clampett” of Warner Bros. post-Clampett. Inheriting Clampett’s old unit, sharing many artistic similarities to Clampett’s famously rubbery and elastic directional style, however, Davis’s animation was significantly slightly watered-down, it was still rubbery, but bouncy and emphasized quite heavily on drybrush effects. 

Naturally, it was Davis who completed a few of Clampett’s cartoons after leaving the studio, such as “Bacall to Arms” (his directorial debut), “The Goofy Gophers” (Mac & Tosh’s first appearance) and “The Big Snooze” (written by Clampett himself). 

Interestingly, in an interview with Milton Gray, Davis himself admitted to not understanding Clampett’s humor. Davis was also insecure of the strength of the writing in his cartoons as he put more focus on the animation and gags if he feared the writing was mediocre (but that was NOT AT ALL the case).

Davis is noted for directing only ONE Bugs Bunny short, Bowery Bugs, as there was a rule that new directors were unable to touch the cartoon studios' biggest star until they have proven themselves worthy of directed a Bugs cartoon, which also explains why Frank Tashlin, also well, directed only TWO Bugs Bunny shorts (The Unruly Hare and Hare Remover), and why Davis did more one-shots than shorts with major characters (however, this rule didn’t seem to apply to McKimson whose first cartoon star WB’s second most popular star, Daffy Duck in Daffy Doodles).

Davis’s characteristics in his cartoons, when doing either one-shots or any of the established characters, was, again similar to Clampett, as well as Robert McKimson. Davis’s take on Bugs and Daffy were close to Clampett and early-to-mid 40s’ Jones, both being wacky screwballs at their best, while Davis’s Sylvester was drastically different from the more familiar Freleng Sylvester. Davis’s Sylvester was depicted as a dimwit with a simpleton voice in “Catch as Cats Can” and once portrayed Sylvester as silent and having a unnamed brother in “Doggone Cats”. 

Later on, because of budget cuts, Davis reluctantly produced his short in Cinecolor instead of Technicolor, which was already standard for theatrical Hollywood cartoons.

Sadly, after a total of 23 shorts (ending with “Bye, Bye, Bluebeared” and his film “A Ham in a Role” being done by Robert McKimson), Davis was no longer in the directors’ chair when WB decided to do, again, budget cuts at their cartoon studio. Friz Freleng offered Davis the opportunity to be his animator without the use of his distinctly energetic animation we’ve come to associate his and Clampett’s cartoons with as the budgets got tighter and tighter. As later into the early 1960s, Davis directed “Quackodile Tears“, which was only the slow beginning of WB cartoons dark ages, and the end of an era for Hollywood animation.

Afterwards, Davis was an animator at Walter Lantz Productions (famous for Woody Woodpecker, Andy Panda and Chilly Willy), continued his directional work at DePatie-Freleng Enterprise (famous for creating the Pink Panther), then at Hanna-Barbera (coincidentally was one of the directors for the first season of A Pup Named Scooby-Doo, which I’m sure he got a kick out of), continued to animate on later Looney Tunes-related projects like The Yolks on You and Daffy Flies North (1980). He retired afterwards in 1988 and died on May 9th, 2000.

Courtesy of Cartoon Research https://cartoonresearch.com/index.php/an-art-davis-scrapbook/

A drawing Davis did when he was getting a heart bypass surgery. Here, is a caricature of a nurse who the WB character fawn over in 1980.

Davis-directed shorts:

 Bacall to Arms (1946)

The Big Snooze (1946) 

 Mouse Menace (1946) 

The Goofy Gophers (1947) 

The Foxy Duckling (1947) 

Doggone Cats (1947) 

Mexican Joyride (1947) 

Catch as Cats Can (1947) 

Two Gophers from Texas (1948) 

What Makes Daffy Duck (1948) 

A Hick a Slick and a Chick (1948) 

Nothing but the Tooth (1948) 

Bone Sweet Bone (1948) 

The Rattled Rooster (1948)

Dough Ray Me-ow (1948)

The Pest That Came to Dinner (1948)

Odor of the Day (1948)

The Stupor Salesman (1948) 

Riff Raffy Daffy (1948) 

Holiday for Drumsticks (1949) 

Porky Chops (1949) 

Bowery Bugs (1949) 

Bye, Bye Bluebeard (1949) 

Quackodile Tears (1962)

#arthur davis #friz freleng #birthday #looney tunes #merrie melodies #termite terrace #bacall to arms #the goofy gophers #wb directors #quackodile tears #what makes daffy duck #bowery bugs #lobby cards #bob clampett #1980 #pepe le pew #sylvester #daffy duck #bugs bunny

[1-50thofabuck]

Two of my Marvel Super Heroes(FASERIP) characters with images & homemade trading cards

I had two main characters I played in the Marvel Super Heroes RPG in recent years. I used HeroMachine 3 a lot, for these and other RPG characters and monsters. Sadly it's not available any longer. (There's a way to run it on your PC but I can't get it to work correctly. I see they "fixed" 2.5 so I'm going to check that out after I finish this!)

To the point: I really liked these two characters, and I decided to make a sort of character sheet that was modeled on these old Marvel comic book trading cards we used to buy when we were kids. I'd like to share those, and the backgrounds of the characters. I hope you enjoy them, and feel free to make use of them in your own games if you wish.

The Frank trading card has a different, more friendly/cutesy/cartoonish image than the original I had put together. This is because Frank was an idea I had had several years prior for a game that didn't quite work out, and in the interim I had misplaced the image and had to create a new one! The "cards" were made in 2017. (I also, rather embarrassingly, reversed the shadows and highlights on Frank's pants in the original image - ack!)

The Doodle Bug image doesn't include the "doodle shell" because I just didn't have any way to create it. I'm no artist. I think Doodle Bug is my favorite character. The card has a blank "as a power stunt ___ times" so that I could use the card as a character sheet and track uses of power stunts.

For the record, the character was always intended to have art that could interact with things, but I didn't know it was only an option in Marvel - in DC Heroes, it's a part of the "animate image" power, which is at least partially where I originated the character concept. Even though the Judge would let you have whatever you wanted within reason, and if I had written it down at the beginning they'd have let me have it, and only didn't due to a misunderstanding, they refused it and I had to learn it as a power stunt. As far as I'm concerned, canonically, the character is as intended, with this other individual's game reflecting an alternate universe version. (I never dug the whole "superheroes as cops" thing anyway and it was the second Marvel game in a row I was in that pulled that stuff.)

Doodle Bug

Background: Lori R. Manley and William Scoggins went from teenage friends to down-on-their-luck petty crooks.

It was then that Scoggins(a security guard by trade) revealed what he had created - a suit he had modified based on schematics and parts he had copied and/or pilfered from a company he contracted for. The suit enabled him to fly, gave him radar sense, and three types of gas attacks: a knockout gas, a fog, and most fun of all for a thrill-seeker like Scoggins, a nauseating spray. With this suit, under the identity Stink Bug, they would be able to make a lot more money(and he would get some exciting new kicks).

Lori, both excited at the news and finding a perfect opportunity to reveal her own abilities, admitted that she had a mutant power - she could draw sketches at lightning speed that could come to life! Suggesting that her powers could also match her lovers' bug theme, they set about at once to build her a suit of her own. The result was the Doodle Shell. Made up of interlocking steel plates, they are worn on the back as a shell. As desired, the Doodle Shell will "curl," the plates shifting forward and forming a wheel-shape which protects the whole body and allows the wearer to roll("Hyper-Running") to safety. When not "curled," the wearer is protected by the shell from behind and has the ability to dig, thanks to a harness connected to the hands and attached to the shell.

Taking the name Doodle Bug, she and her partner Stink Bug carried on the lives of petty super villains, never killing anyone or displaying any real sociopathic tendencies. They were like loser versions of Alias Smith and Jones.

This lasted until a job where they were hired by the psychopathic scientist Dr. A. Namoli to combat their mutual arch-nemeses: Fluid, the Grey Hurricane and the Hyena. When the Bothersome Bugs realized Dr. Namoli was actually going to disperse their enemies' atoms into another dimension, they turned on their boss, saving the heroes and quickly escaping.

Deliberating on their careers and considering the newest turn of events, the two unanimously decided that criminals and villains were losers by nature and that being heroes seemed much more entertaining and profitable. Never really having their hearts in being truly "bad" to begin with, they began a new stage in life. The Belligerent Beetle and the Impetuous Insect were no longer petty, selfish supervillains with delusions of grandeur: they were now petty, selfish superheroes with delusions of grandeur. And the world is a slightly better place for it.

Frank

Background: A.I.M., researching the legends of Frankenstein, discovered that the stories were based on fact, and that the "monster" was created not from dead body parts but almost as something of a golem. Reproducing Frankenstein's experiments, they created a monstrosity to aid them in their goals. Unfortunately for them, this creature was not naturally inclined to evil and escaped. Discovering the truth of his past, the creature named itself Frank. Frank, despite being a "monster" and a "freak," is not only good-natured but also possessing a fine sense of humor and a positive outlook on existence, and enjoys defeating the forces of crime and evil while pondering his existence.

Much like the creature of lore, Frank is very tall, muscular and broad, with yellow, translucent skin through which veins, arteries and muscle can be seen, with pale, yellow, watery eyes. Though this differs from the popularized film version of the monster, Frank's powers also differ somewhat from what is expected, such as his ability to separate parts of his body which may act under his power.

#rpg #rpgs #super hero rp #supers #super hero #super heroes #superheroes #marvel #marvel super heroes #marvel super heroes rpg #faserip #original character #original characters #my ocs #original superhero #heromachine #trading cards #collector cards #supers rpgs #reformed villain #doodle bug #frank #bothersome bugs

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

INFO

Howdy all!! Welcome to my DR sideblog <3 I hope you enjoy your stay here!

ART

You'll be able to find all my art under [#pluto's creations], and keep an eye on my pinned post for when I have requests open! I would love if I could draw constantly, but unfortunately I am a full time uni student in a STEM major u_u

I do take commissions! If you're interested in one, send me a DM and I can send you my price sheet.

NAVIGATION

I'm super talkative in the tags, I love gushing about the amazing ideas the fandom makes!! I also have lots of categorization tags:

Game tags:

DRTHH -> #dr1

SDR2 -> #dr2

NDRV3 -> #drv3

I also sporadically tag Ultra Despair Girls as #udg, but if its just nagito or Izuru it might only be tagged as #dr2

Character tags: Most characters are written how their names are spelt in the official english localization (EX: #kaito momota) but there are a few exceptions:

Kokichi Oma -> #kokichi ouma

Keebo -> #kiibo

Ultimate Imposter -> #byakuya twogami

Genocide Jill -> #genocider

None of the UDG-only characters are tagged except for Komaru as I don't know any of their names

Special tags: I have a few more DR specific tags for things I love!

Gonta and Gundham interacting -> #bugs & beasts

Gonta + Kaito (qpp, romantic, besties, idc) -> #bugs blast off!

Pregame V3 stuff -> #pregamev3

V3 Survivors trio -> #ourrealitytrio

Gonta serious/angsty posts -> #gontangst

In general, I don't tag any ships as it's very difficult for me to remember all the ship names. If we're mutuals, feel free to ask me to tag a ship/trope either for filtering or later searching purposes!

Other tags:

#shut up me -> Personal thoughts and ramblings by me! Usually about DR or DR related things but no promises

#pluto answers -> Asks tag

#ask games -> Responses to ask memes

#reblog games -> Any of those "reblog and say in the tags..." posts

#fav -> Posts that I love so much I want to be able to find later

#ultimate fav -> above but EVEN MORE!!

#pluto's creations -> My art tag!

#pluto's doodles -> Doodle tag to keep my art tag less cluttered

#misc -> Any non-DR posts I reblog

#txt -> Silly textposts I tag as DR characters

#bugs -> I occasionally reblog pictures of bugs on here cause they remind me of Gonta <3

WHERE ELSE AM I FOUND?

Likes, replies, and follows are all from my main blog @bare1ythere! I post everything non-dr related on there (which isn't a lot, these days)

My non-DR art blog is @bare1yart, although again, these days I'm mainly only drawing DR stuff

I'm the main mod over at @drv3giftexchange! Keep an eye out there for future/current events and the amazing works of everyone who's participated!

I have a twitter, although it's only for retweeting artwork that is sent to me from there. Follow [Autistic_G0nta] if you're interested in that!

You can also find me on Instagram at [G0nta.G0kuhara] if you want to follow my art there as well

INTERACTION & PREFERENCES

I love getting and responding to asks/messages so please send me as many as you'd like! I also love getting sent/tagged in posts, especially one's related to my favs <3 I'm sorry if you ever send me a message and I never reply. Sometimes tumblr doesn't send me notifications or I'm just overwhelmed by the amount I get. Thank you for your patience ;u;

Just a heads up! I use she/he/they pronouns for Chihiro, though with a bias towards she/they, and will occasionally reblog things using he/him for Chihiro. Most Chihiro headcanons are welcome here. Feel free to block the tag [#masc chihiro] for blacklist

Please do not tag my original works with Gonta and Kokichi interacting as ougoku! Just a personal squick of mine. Feel free to tag any of my reblogs here as that ship, as I occasionally do reblog some ougoku stuff.

FAVOURITES

•DR1 -> Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami, & Chihiro Fujisaki

•DR2 -> Gundham Tanaka, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, & Nagito Komaeda

•DRV3 -> Gonta Gokuhara, Kaito Momota, & Tsumugi Shirogane

#info #this post is gonna be linked to my pinned post. just for fun

[jupitercomet]

Bugs I think my favorite scene you've ever written is the one at the end of jtdm about Lady Simpson and Lady Bradshaw? I actualy had to put my phone down so I could cry. It was so beautifully written

okay please enjoy this over-analysis that no one asked for:

I think that honestly might be my favorite scene in the whole series because it's so important to Dove's character. like both Lady Simpson and Lady Bradshaw were names given to her by Bradley, and they are both important in their own way. but Lady Simpson was always what Dove felt she should be. Lady Simpson played make believe with her sisters. Lady Simpson got noticed by boys. Lady Simpson was a lady at all.

Lady Bradshaw, though, is just what Dove is. Bradley knows Lady Bradshaw, Bradley loves Lady Bradshaw, and Bradley doesn't expect anything more from Lady Bradshaw because he's perfectly content with who she is. she is a lady. she is his wife. she is the love of his life. she is Dove. and so she's someone that Dove can finally accept as her own.

most importantly, Dove finally forgives herself. she spent her whole life feeling like she wasn't good enough and thinking the most terrible things about herself and then in this moment she sees this child doodling on the floor of an attic and realizes that she was thinking those terrible thoughts about this child. and this child, who Dove spent her whole life hating, who has every right to be angry or hurt or hate her right back, instead says that she believed in Dove the whole time. and Dove finally gets to see what a kind, forgiving person she is—and always has been. and she realizes that she was not the problem in her failed relationships and neither was the little girl she spent her whole life hating.

I think my favorite part though is, while Bradley is a large reason for it, Dove figures this out on her own. like it isn't Bradley saying "you're a good person" it's her past self saying "you're a good person". and, in that moment, Dove decides to believe (in) herself.

#jtldm— asks #what's up doc

[camp4x4]

MEET THE CAMP-GOERS!

Name: April O'Connor-Leisberg

Age: 18

Pronouns: She/Her

Role: Counselor in Training

Personality: Optimistic and excitable! There's not one thought in that little pink head save for skateboarding and gymnastics. LOVES kids while also being Terrible at wrangling them. She is really happy to be here.

Background/About: Here all the way from California, April's parents would much rather she be studying to at least apply to some colleges this summer, but like, she'd reeeeaaallly rather be here!

Likes: Skateboarding, Gymnastics, volleyball, all the cute little squirrels and chipmunks running around, stickers (Holographic and glittery especially), doodling all over all of her journals with gel-pen, Adventure novels written for middle schoolers, double caramel raspberry sweet cream lattes.

Dislikes: talking about any serious complicated facts of life for more than 30 seconds, people who think being playfully mean mean is an endearing personality trait, large bugs, math, being told to be realistic about anything ever.

Other Info: One time in another universe she got held in a giant net over some lava and it was like super fun and everything but like, she Did end up getting some blisters from it so now she does have a doctor's note saying that she's allergic to lava because that's totally what that means, Lava allergies are just like really common y'know? But she could still get dangled over like sharks or piranhas or something that'd still be totes fine lol :)

#camp weehawken #intro post #April post

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With P (2) Masterlist

part one

pancake lovin' (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil is mortified after his face and phone number is plastered all over his university after a cruel prank, only things don't seem to be too terrible when he meets a rather attractive boy named dan

pants on fire (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: "My pants are literally not on fire." Dan raises his eyebrows, anticipation already building. He loves their silly banter, but there's something else he loves more. "I could set your pants on fire, though," he muses slyly.

Paper Thin Charade (ao3) - ShoutingIntoTheVoid

Summary: Snippets throughout Dan and Phil's life showing moments they have almost revealed their relationship and had to cover it up.

Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.

permanent (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil gets a tattoo :3

Phil damn Lester (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: Phil. Even just thinking about him makes me want to throw up in my mouth. Phil damn Lester. No, I really need to stop thinking about him, or else I fear I will become physically ill.

Phildo (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil wants to be tied up and used for Dan's pleasure.

Phil's Victory (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Phil is bad at Fortnite so Dan tries to motivate him with a one-night only offer.

Phone Etiquette (ao3) - Emptylester (timelordangel)

Summary: Phil makes Dan make an important call while they're... busy doing something else.

Piecing Together My Mind - paradisobound

Summary: When Dan is the victim of a terrible car accident, he suffers unbelievable trauma to his brain. As a result, only a few doctors in the world can perform the operation that is needed for him to recover: one the doctors being Phil Lester from America. Through the surgery and his recovery, Phil is there for him every step of the way, leading them into a spiral of love no one can predict, which eventually gains attention and popularity through a book written by Dan. 

pink (ao3) - oqua

Summary: Drake the bodyguard takes Dan and Phil out to a diner somewhere in America and they all get milkshakes and discuss life.

Pink Jumpers and Black Lace (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Not all of Dan's clothes come from the men's department.

pitch a tent in the forest of my heart (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: Dan likes camping, and Phil likes Dan. He could maybe be persuaded on the camping thing, too, if it weren't for the heat, bugs, exercise, lack of air conditioning, and general discomfort.

Well—at least Dan's there. But even so, Dan seems to be throwing an eternal pity party lately and Phil can't seem to figure out why.

pity party (ao3) - lovekilla

Summary: Dan Howell thinks the world revolves around him, and when his 'friends' grow tired of it, they ditch his party. Except, instead of sitting home alone, someone comes to teach the brat a lesson.

Please Don't Say You Love Me (Cause I Might Not Say It Back) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary:  Dan's not very good at hiding his emotions during hookups.

based on this tweet: "got so used to saying "I love you" when I was having sex with my ex that I'm out here fighting for my life to not say it on accident with a hookup"

Plenty of Fish in the Sea (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Phil has another great idea, and spends some time in the sunshine with his bestie.

plus one (ao3) - animad

Summary: Dan tells his family he's bring a date to his cousins wedding. Except Dan doesn't have a date to bring. Luckily Phil is there to help.

Polterhound (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: They're never dangerous. They're just lost. (and sometimes, they're horny)

Porcelain and Window Panes (ao3) - botanistlester

Summary: Dan sees a a beautiful man doodling on a foggy window in a cafe and can't get him out of his head. He comes everyday at the same time to see the beautiful stranger.

Practice Makes Perfect (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Phil said he would paint Dan's nails in a live show, and doesn't think much of it until Dan finds someone else to do it. Dan is surprised and amused at Phil's reaction.

pretty (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: The boxes sit piled in a jumble in the corner of Dan’s closet for weeks. Phil starts getting notifications for them in the days after Nashville, alerts of purchases off the credit card they don’t use often and then the packages themselves, one by one at the door.

(little dresses and fishnet stockings, 2022)

Pretty Baby (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan, who previously fought his own, natural, femininity, explores the traditionally feminine to surprise his future husband and learns that there is much to love about these parts of himself.

(TW) pretty hurts (ao3) - overcastphan

Summary: in which being pretty isn't all it's made out to be.

Pretty In Punk (ao3) - aby55al (abyssa1)

Summary: A pastel!Dan and punk!Phil high school au that's never going to be finished.

pride (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil growing up gay through the eyes of his mother

Post-It (ao3) - cherryblossomphil

Summary: Dan doesn’t handle solitude very well, so when Phil leaves for a five-day family reunion, he’s got a tough week ahead of him. Good thing his boyfriend is super creative with his office supplies.

Project Poliwag (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil hadn't intended for his garden to become a haven for rescued Pokémon, but it had happened accidentally. This particular rescue wasn't that different, even though he had never rescued 117 Pokémon at once before. But he couldn't leave the Pokémon eggs to be destroyed, and he was willing to raise a whole army of Poliwag on his own if he must.

What Phil hadn't counted on was a stranger with a lost look in his eye turning up on his doorstep and offering to help with the project.

Promise? (ao3) - gravityplant

Summary: A young man ends up in the hospital and the celebrity Phil is to blame... right?

Promise Me A Place - phanwritings

Summary: Dan loved Phil but that isn’t always enough.

Pup Switch (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: The guys have become comfortable in their roles as pup and master, switching from time to time—until they realise that they’ve never truly switched places. In this story, Phil tries to figure out how to fulfill Dan’s desire to be dominated.

Purple Lavender Clouds (ao3) - Eavans

Summary: “We met through a mutual friend.”

Or, the one where Dan and Phil aren’t bitch ass liars and actually met while Dan was a student at Manchester Uni. If you can cue student stress, shitty studio apartments, and copious weed use– you’ve got the right picture.

push and pull (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: “I know, I know. I’m supposed to stop assuming people are mind readers,” Dan says as he reaches up to tug at his hair. It’s not quite a nervous habit, but it is something that settles his nervous system.

A fic about managing expectations and unmet needs.

Put It All In Me (ao3) - trashphantato

Summary: Phil's been distracted for days, and Dan wanted to help his boyfriend get his mind off whatever's troubling him. But how can Dan comfort Phil when he needs the only thing Dan can't give him?

Put Me Under Your Spell (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: Dan wants to brag about Phil. He wants to tell everyone how brilliant and funny and clever his boyfriend is, how he looks at Dan in this way that nobody's ever looked at him before, how he buys Dan gross black flowers and doesn't expect anything from him except for him to be himself, even when that self is frequently unreliable and lazy and anxious.

In which astronaut Phil gets back from Mars in time for Christmas.

Put your head on my shoulder. (ao3) - waypast0000

Summary: You know as they say you shouldn't talk to strangers, accept things from strangers, give personal information and shit? Dan and Phil just do all that.

"Oi, c'mon!" The stranger protested unhappy "Didn't your mum told you not to accept drinks from strangers?"

"I'm a bad listener. Tell me your story."

Put Your Heart in It (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan didn’t expect his first kiss to happen in the office of the school nurse, especially not with the athletic motorcycle-riding sex-bomb Phil Lester.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #ficsp masterlist

[xxinkys-ocsxx]

Some oc x cannon doodles because I was in a silly oc x cannon mood :3

(+My amazing digital circus sona)

the profile of the oc I ship w/ sir pentious:

Name:Stella wonderling

Nickname:Stell

Age:41

Gender:Cis female

pronouns:she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual

Species:Cheshire cat

Appearance:cervy body/light purple skin/yellow eyes/long eyelashes/black lips/dark purple hair/long dark purple tail

Clothes: white blouse, purple bow around her neak, purple trousers, black dolly heels

Dide in: 1930s

Job: tailor/part time babysitter at the hotel(I have lots of kid ocs lmfao)

Sins: wraph(murder)

Personality:sweet/kind/cuddley/down to earth/loving

Nationality:English

Likes:kids/dancing/sleeping/cuddling/fashion/reading/having her hair brushed/trains

Other: is infertile/know sign language/her ex husband cheated on her because she couldn't have kids/have a love of trains/has written lots of poems

Then there's the oc I have as there adopted daughter:

Name: Alexandria

Nickname:Al, Alex(only every answers to Alex tbh)

Age:10

Gender:Cis female

pronouns:she/her

Sexuality: (bruh she's 10- she doesn't give a fuck about that-)

Species:door mouse

Appearance:brown skin, long brown hair, gap in her Teath, green eyes, mouse ears, mouse tail

Clothes:denime overhauls, off white button up shirt, black boots, plaster on her right arm, bracelet on her left wrist

Dide in: 1950s

Job: sir Pentious's assistant

Sins: wraph(accidental murder)

Personality: kind, caring, clueless, good memory, loving

Nationality:England

Likes:singing, dancing, eating wires, chewing through dry wall, frogs, outside, running, bugs, dark

Other: as ADHD and Austim, can chew through dry wall with no problem, has a pet frog called snake, Once ate a live wire and her hair went all fuzzy and static, is half deaf, it's to loud? Simple, she'll just be louder(she'll scream until people shut the fuck up... And then crys because she feels guilty)

#hotel hazbin #Hazbin #hellverse oc #Hellverse #Hazbin oc #Hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel oc x canon #hazbin hotel sir pentious #Sir pentious #Cheshiresnake #Oc art #hazbin original character

[shoujo-mahou]

Little Welcome Home theory

ik this is kinda weird but i have some little theory, if yall can correct or maybe want to discuss this feel free to comment bcs i too would like to discuss abt this interesting media!

Also this is my first time write this much on Tumblr (n i kinda bad at english) so if this looks bad im sorry

In this one i would like to discuss about Frank, Wally and Eddie.

Aren't y'all curious what kind of thing Wally, Frank n Eddie is? I mean, they're the only one that is not an animal or object or monsters, they designed to be close to a human. Julie is a Rainbow Monster, Sally is a star or sun or fireworks wtv is it, Poppy is a chicken, Howdy is a Caterpillar, and Barnarby is a dog,

"Well maybe, they're just a Puppet" well maybe that's why they're suspicious enough.

that is not the only thing, by Eddie's biodata we know that he tends to forget everything including his origin.

"Despite having a written origin, Eddie had never stated the correct name of where he came from through out the show's run."

"The running joke often had him stating a place that did not exist, followed by an admission to misremembering it as a place he delivered to as opposed to a place he lived."

A place that didn't exist, if it truly isn't exist where did he got that memory from? Is like- everytime he tries to remember his origin he got forced back to focused on his neighborhood.

Guess who also doesn't have an origin? Yes, Frank.

"Frank does not have any known information regarding his origins prior to moving into Home when compared to the others. However, there are still notable attributes that have been uncovered."

We already know that Frank n Eddie is often depicted together, like in one of the illustration, stickers and some of script of them together

"[Long beat. Just Eddie and Frank are left.]

FRANK: [Frank looks down at him, rotating his head a bit as if to shake it.] You always did work too hard.

EDDIE: Wha? Huh?

FRANK: I’m going inside. Enjoy the ground, Mr. Dear."

But they never got stated as best friend, Julie is Frank's best friend. In otherwise Wally n Barnarby always got seen together because they're best friends!

Unless, Frank n Eddie is having something above their relationship that hasn't been discovered yet. And i think its because Frank is trying to reach out Eddie.

As we believed, Frank is the one that sending out those insects over the websites. But theres one place that seems off for the insects, Eddie's biodata.

Eddie is scared of bugs, why would Frank put it there? Unless he want to tell us something, he put it on Eddie bcs Eddie is a mailman. He want the bugs get delivered to us and maybe because he only believed in Eddie to uncover the secrets of this neighboorhood.

The bugs that Frank scattered always out of the major thing in the websites, just showed up at the white border. But theres two place that the bug showed up in the major places, Eddie's biodata and The Guestbook (there's even Frank doodle next to it lmao).

"But why would Frank believes Eddie just because he forgot his own origin? Eddie probably is just clumsy"

Here's this one comes. The telephone merchandise.

word count for Telephone Merchandise:

1. Barnaby : 72 words 363 characters

2. Julie : 78 words 399 characters

3. Frank : 138 words 709 characters

4. Eddie : 127 words 715 characters

5. Howdy : 92 words 514 characters

6. Sally : 92 words 554 characters

7. Poppy : 88 words 471 characters

(Why am i even counting this)

Eddie n Frank is the one that talked long enough n why?

In Eddie phone script we can see that he for a moment realized what happened on the call

"...I’m starting to think nobody’s there… Wait… I can’t remember if the phone was ringing… Maybe I was going to make a phone call... But who would I call?"

"He tend to forgot things, so its normal!"

Eddie never forget the neighboorhood house address, he always got the mail correct except when Julie is playing around on the road. He even remember the fairytale that god knows when he read it, he remember his jingle well! So why is he described as forgetfull?

He forgets when it comes to his origin and the secrets of the neighboorhood, someone is clearly trying not to make him remember.

This proves that he maybe actually know something, doesn't it? And thats why Frank is trying to reach out for him.

He talks so much on the phone bcs for a moment he realize something wrong about them.

As for Frank, he talked so much because he's lessoning someone over that phone, he thinks the call is a prank call. But why would he do that? Is it just because he is angry? contrary to the illustration box that saying he only got a moment to spare, he does the most talking one!

Its because he probably know who's the one that calling him, Wally! He tried to slip some message there actually :

"Did you know butterflies have their own way of sleeping? It’s not so much sleeping as it is having a rest! It is always done with their eyes open, too! They also like to rest under leaves as a means of protection from dew or rain drops! Better yet, to hide from larger creatures with an appetite! A bit like you and those horrible hot dogs you love so much."

This lecture actually doesn't even fit Barnarby (except maybe Frank is taunted him by saying he looked like a large creature), why would he says something out of topic like that? This butterfly fact is more fitting to Wally.

- it rest with it eyes open, just like Wally that have Home eyes always open everywhere

- They rest under leaves to protection from rain or hide from larger creatures with an appetite just like Wally that hides under Home or even trying to hides from Home or even a larger creature that awaits them

But this also can mean that Frank has his eyes everywhere too, by his butterflies. His butterflies is everywhere probably watching the whole neighboorhood too. He tried to say to Wally that he's not the only one who got eyes everywhere and saying that he will reveal Wally secrets.

There's also some additional thing i found althought is a bit silly

1. Frank name is the one that fully off.. (besides Home)

Wally, Julie, Poppy, Eddie, Howdy, Barnaby, Sally

notice how all their names is last with y or i (pronounced)

its like, Frank try to disguise his name by adding Frankly in the back (“Frankly, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being frank!”)

2. Howdy got 8 legs, isn't he a caterpillar? Caterpillar only have 6 legs. They couldv'e just make him has 2 legs n 4 arms. Is he secretly a spider? (This one is actually not important but kinda triggers me bcs im so nerd, idk much abt caterpillar though yall can correct me if ya want!)

#welcome home