#i was intending on poison

[writer-room]

Listen when people say they want Percy to go on a villain arc most times I see it as they want him to go dark, want him to start murdering, maiming, going full Luke, etc. And I support that. If anyone deserves to kill people it's this kid.

However, let us be realistic for a moment, because I quite like the other alternative. Villain arc Percy usually entails "he's finally had enough of the Gods bullshit & will do things his own way". Let us think on this. What would Percy most likely do in this situation? Would it really be murder right off the bat?

I think he'd be the pettiest, annoying little shit there is. And because one can't usually threaten the Gods in a way that truly matters, but they can make them sweat really hard.

This goes beyond ignoring their calls and leaving them on read. He refuses to give food offerings unless it's the nastiest shit known to man. Bribes the cyclops into hucking huge objects up Mount Olympus before they all scurry off. Finds the olive tree Athena gave to Athens, and while he wouldn't have the heart to destroy it, he'd for sure rip off a branch & mail it to her (Annabeth nearly had to put them in witness protection).

Eventually it gets to the point he has Nico on speed-dial and offers him a shit ton of fast food & a 'get out of Percy's quest bullshit free' pass if he could hop into the Underworld and yoink up some annoying spirits or dead monsters to piss off the Gods. When the Gods get pissed at him Percy just silently pulls out some safe-for-demigods phone like "hang on I wanna see how many happy meals I owe Nico for bringing Typhon back up". They know he is not bluffing.

Could the Gods counteract him? Yeah, sure, Hera gave him amnesia and it was like 90% effective for a while. However, he kind of went off the rails, everyone else went off the rails, and then they had even more Roman nonsense to deal with. If anything it both solved but also made even more problems. And a much angrier Percy. So, frankly, they're very confident it could work, but they're a little worried about what the aftermath would be.

Ares suggests just killing him. Poseidon takes offense to this. Artemis scoffs and says even Ares couldn't beat him. Everyone stops for a moment. The question is not asked verbally. But it is seen in the darting eyes and shifting seats.

Can they kill Percy Jackson?

Well, sure, they must be able to. He's a powerful kid, no doubt, with powerful allies, but they are Gods. Of course they can kill him. So that's not the real question, they wouldn't dare really entertain such a thing to ever confirm if it was true, but this is rather the layer of frosting hiding the real atrocity of a cake underneath it.

What will they lose trying to kill Percy Jackson?

What will remain standing in the face of some 18-year-old who lived one of the hardest knocks of life, loves so much it makes them sick, is so completely unaware of his own strength not even they know its full extent, and currently has absolutely zero fucks to give about the end of a reign longer than he will ever understand?

They decide to quietly shut the lid on that whole fiasco and let Percy do whatever he wants.

Unfortunately, they can't exactly ignore everyone else. And everyone else is who Percy cares about the most. So, think of it more like leaving a grenade in a locked box in the attic. Just hope and pray you've moved out before something gets curious and starts rummaging around up there.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #dark percy jackson #ideas #talk #text post #greek gods #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #typhon #pjo headcanon #to be entirely clear percy is still someone who did just like manipulate bob into murder #and poisoned Akhlys thru her tears fully intending to kill #among other things. hes still that person. however hes also the guy who helps leo make some weird machine #and they try to test its flight by riding it off a cliff over the lake w bamboleo by gipsy kings blasting #hes still totally that guy (under stress but i say that not as an excuse just as an 'he doesnt do it on a whim. but he still Can') #but hes also like. stupid. & u gotta get him at the right Vibe before he starts to get like Really concerningly murderous about things #usually hes the regular amount of murderous like most halfbloods are bc they deal w too much on a regular basis #i think that a percy turning 'dark' would b him looking the gods in the eye & saying 'no lol. also u suck. L + ratio.' #& then when they try to fight him on it only THEN does he while still holding eye contact begin to make the ocean levels rise #specifically targeting important places to those gods & havin his ocean buddies destroy the place #u wanna dance god boys? he will spare humanity on some rock but he Will destroy everything else #he is one-shotting monsters bc hes not dealing w this. some bs happens & he just grabs some monster by the throat & makes them spill #if that doesnt work he just walks into olympus w pandoras box 2.0 & starts to open it until the gods will talk to him. they start talkin #bs again. he slowly opens it again. they talk. he shuts it. they spew more bs. he opens it a little faster. they give in #dark percy to me is someone who doesnt DEFAULT to violence but who realized 'oh i can just do whatever i want' & found that gods react #best when its violent. he only does this w gods & monsters bc he chooses fastest route to get what he wants. but he recognizes violence Bad #so he just looks for the most receptive response. & then he abuses it relentlessly. but he also hates the gods. come stop him btch u wont

[sy5starplaty]

Ben Glenroy & his weakness

#omitbedit #omitb spoilers #omitb s3 #only murders in the building #eating cw #Ben Glenroy #Richard 'Dickie' Glenroy #tevil Tobert #Mabel Mora #retag 2023 #my gifs #prior to 3.09 I thought that little slide of the camera with the 'devil horns' was a nice touch (line 2) #but IDK maybe that's a red herring or the cookie is merely a red herring... #Certainly don't think the cookie was intended to kill... just make him unable to perform... #But Ben was on stage before the poison could take its intended effect. #Anyway my theory (prior to 3.09 and still) Cookie Poisoner did not push Ben down the shaft. #THAT was whoever called Ben at the Afterparty... Someone who was NOT at the Afterparty... #Possibly the non-attendee who is in this gifset.

[poisonousquinzel]

I dont understand how the same man who wrote the absolute insulting atrocity that is the Harley & Ivy comic (and the fuckint Harvest comic i stg) is the same one behind the Harley & Ivy episode and this

[Ivy disappearing on the other line is because she Immediately left when she heard what Joker had said.

She may have been teasing Harley and laughing at first when she was going on about all the things planned for her birthday night with her love, probably because Ivy knows he doesn't have a romantic hone in his entire body. but the second he Actually did something, he pulled the plug on her special night because he wanted to go do the "Yacht Club Job", she wasn't having it.

"No way was that going to happen."

"Look at her smile. Isn't this better than robbing that stuffy old yacht club? So glad I ran into you en route."

Just those lines of hers :')

Like even though she thinks he sucks and she knows he probably wouldn't have made the night as wonderful as Harley deserved in the first place, damnit she deserved Something. something other than him leaving her behind on standby in case they need a get away driver.]

like does this man flip a coin every time he writes Ivy and decides whether or not he wants to characterize her accurately or make her essentially a joker stand in purely so they can add plain ol' slapstick humor. it's fucking baffling to me. like who the fuck creates a character who's in YOUR og canon an abuse victim and the literal episode her and Ivy meet in that fact is reiterated time and time again. it built Ivy up as someone that really is going to care about her and wants to help her improve her mental health because he's destroyed her self esteem.

and then to take that bond YOU made and throw them into a disgusting, over sexualized comic that you incorporate fucking slapstick humor into?!?! Like wtf is wrong with him how do you manage to create a couple great (female centric) stories but most of the time just come off as nasty and frankly sexist.

p*ul d*ni i just wanna talk, i swear i will not viciously bite your ankles i swear

#i honestly dont think he intended on the ivy in that being plant ivy but uh she is :) green skinned ivy in the btas is a fucking plant. #im just clarifying that because it doesn't really matter in the context of what I'm saying #but i dont wanna confuse anyone cause ik ive talked about plant ivy before #what ive learned since joining the fandom is that uh fucking no one communicated #when writing the comics so shit gets weird and stupid because they cant... idk come up with a over arching plot? #it wouldnt be that hard to decide that chapters 3 12 and 17 are going to be ones they appear in together #and plan... #and commuinate with each other what's happened leading up to this #lore and costume wise and this is how their arc will progress throughout each of their chapters. #but no :))))) #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #dc comics #harlivy

[luciesartblog]

You’re toxic I’m slipping under…

Okay so this colour here

Pantone 448 C, is apparently regarded as the “ugliest colour” so, uh, naturally I wanted to try and heavily feature it in a drawing, and Ivy seemed like the obvious choice of subject matter.

#dc poison ivy #poison ivy #poison ivy fanart #dc #dc fanart #dc comics #dcu #pamela isley #artists on tumblr #illustrators on tumblr #my art #digital art #digital illustration #it’s not as heavily used as I intended but I TRIED lol

[captainhysunstuff]

Light made L some chocolate, but L’s not dumb enough to eat it right away.  ...So, he makes Aiber taste test it to Light’s annoyance.

Script below the cut:

L on the left holding a bag of chocolates.  Light on the right smiling and wiping his forehead.

Light:  Happy Valentine’s Day!  I made you chocolate!

L:  Oh.  Thank you, Light.

Light:  It was harder than I thought would be, but I think they came out all right!

L:  Here Aiber.  Take one.

Aiber:  *comes in on the left and takes a heart-shaped chocolate from the bag* Thanks, boss!  *eats one*

Light:  ?!

L:  *walks off to the left* If Aiber dies in the next 24 hours, Light is Kira.

Aiber:  *scared*

Light:  *enraged* Hey!  I’m not Kira!!

Aiber:  *fearfully looks at Light, thinking* Oh, boy... It’s the Lindy experiment all over again.  *gulps*

Light:  *addresses Aiber* Don’t look at me like that.  I DIDN’T poison them!

*Aiber is referring to the Lind L. Taylor broadcast.

#drawn by me #my fancomic #my fanart #Death Note #Valentine's Day #lawlight #L #Light Yagami #Aiber #Thierry Morello #tw: food issues #humor #suspected murder attempt #I intend to make a part 2 but I wanted to get this one out on the actual holiday~ #wrote out the script since I couldn't add descriptions to the images for some reason. did they take away that feature? #the idea of L being suspicious of Light poisoning his food isn't original but whatever #the series is 20 years old. what HASN'T been done right? *shrug*

[worstloki]

Thor: Loki, which berries were poisonous, the blue ones or the yellow ones? Loki: The blue ones. Thor: Unrelated to last question, but… Could you help me get to the healers? Loki: Why didn't you ask before you ate them!?

Thor wasn’t supposed to eat them 😔

#I think the untapped potential in Loki collecting ‘magic’ ingredients only for Thor to mess around with them is so cool #Thor eats some berries they were collecting bc he thought they were normal. they are poison #Thor kills an animal Loki had said they’re going to capture. now they’re being hunted by it’s parent #Thor speaks to a fae bc he doesn’t believe Loki’s rumour-stories about them and now they’re both lost #idk just Thor not having context and it causing problems #miscommunication essentially but it’s funny bc Thor has no clue what’s happening #Loki is frustrated at Thor but it’s his fault too for not explaining well and not taking Thor’s assistance seriously #brodinsons yknow #no harm intended

[thevelaryons]

WILLING LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER

Body of Water - Florence Welch // Wings of Fire: Darkness of Dragons, Tui T. Sutherland // VBS - Lucy Dacus // Fire & Blood, George R.R. Martin // My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell // rollercoasterwords // unknown // Phantom Pain by Caitlin Conlon // Feeling Blue by Katy Tackes // Mike Townsend (Knows What He's Gotta Do) - The Garages // Eldest Daughter - Isabel Pless // The Collected Stories, Matthew Ward

#valyrianscrolls #preasoiafedit #asoiafedit #velaryonedit #litedit #asoiaf #addam velaryon #daenaera velaryon #corlys velaryon #alyn velaryon #house velaryon #edit #*mine #thinking about these parallels again 🫠 #obviously corlys/alyn don't intend for addam/daenaera to get hurt #but they are still the ones who used them as pawns #placing them in a dangerous position #corlys would've been aware rhaenyra was opposed to addam as the new heir to driftmark but he still went ahead with his plan #and when rhaenyra found an opportunity she scapegoated addam #in the same way alyn knows the court environment is dangerous yet he still acts to have daenaera made the queen #and then she ends up poisoned and later almost starves to death #both addam and daenaera are too young and naive to be aware of the politics happening around them #and because they are such people pleasers they would just be happy to be of use to their family patriarchs #I wish the first lyric said 'violent father' instead of 'violent mother' but oh well

[zoroara]

December Belphegor Redraw 22 of 31!  

Buon Compleanno Belphegor~ As for his birthday I absolutely needed to get one of him as a kid. I had ruminated about doing the panel just before this with him and Rasiel, but well. He would've been made I made him share~ Maybe next year Rasiel, maybe next year. Speaking of this though I find the portrayals of how this went down, in Varia arc Vs Future arc very interesting. Because they're incredibly different in how they're described, in Varia arc Rasiel's murder is described as something Bel did Haphazardly, done without organization likely very sudden stabbing Rasiel to death. But then future arc clarifies from the both of them, that this could have been seen to be leading up from a mile away, and only if their parents genuinely were so neglectful to not pay any mind to this, or in fact encouraged this, that this would have ended up happening. I just find it very interesting how different it is and with the addition of how easily Bel clarifies it, I wonder how it lead to the conclusion that it was haphazard at all, or if it was even as simple as stabbing Rasiel to 'death'. Because it seems like Bel likely just has his idealized version that keeps getting broken down the more he was forced or corrected, you must wonder JUST how much of this is a lie how much MORE of it is to his favour? In the presence of his brother he had to be honest that they had always fought, and while Rasiel makes them move on quickly from this, he does state that Bel is "only saying things that benefit him" and "That he better not forget the face that didn't lose to him" to which Bel has no rebuttal against. What likely happened with the additional knowledge that Rasiel then says that day he was essentially poisoned with medicine, that Bel seeing an opportunity to finally end Rasiel then stabbed him violently very simple to figure. But even still there was likely much more of a struggle than Bel probably wants to admit if it was not considered a flat out loss for Rasiel now that he was proven to be alive to the point Bel didn't bother arguing that point. Bel may have been wounded himself and in his haste to solve that, may have been the small opening of chance for Rasiel to survive that Byakuran needed to manipulate so that Rasiel could survive in the future timeline. (just don't fucking ask me how that works because I don't see how he could affect something so far back. Maybe Byakuran just fucking lied to Rasiel and used other powers as "proof" to convince Rasiel that his survival was actually his doing.)

The Image I redrew is under the cut, just to keep the post small.

Not related to the whole murder(funny sentence I know), but it is said that Bel hides his eyes to prevent like a fucking political incident, but like. HE WAS WEARING HIS HAIR LIKE THIS SINCE BEFORE THIS I THINK PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY REALIZE MORE SINCE HE KEPT IT THAT WAY.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #varia #belphegor #my art #fanart #redraw #blood #uhhhh so this turned REALLY long #I guess uh #I had a lot more thoughts on the matter than I thought i did #love unreliable narrators #also love that poisoning him is apparently considered fake genius #wdym rasiel i'm sorry bro but he tricked you #like i don't know what you fucking want from him he used his resources well actually #also love that knives are considered an escalation from LARGE ROCKS that are like the size of a SOCCER BALL? #I THINK THE ROCKS ARE WORSE GUYS IDK #INTERNAL BLEEDING AND BROKEN BONES FEELS A LOT MORE BRUTAL THAN WEAPONS INTENDED FOR KILLING

[neuromantis]

there's a point to me saying that i am not a good person. that i am damaged and unlikeable and insane and toxic. that i did absolutely terrible shit to a lot of people.

and every time people deny it, i wonder why, because it's true.

but also every time people deny it, it hurts like hell.

i want someone to finally see me. i want someone to stop trying to make me feel better about it by denying it. because that's the absolute truth. and you denying it makes me feel like shit.

i want someone to finally see me for me and love me even if i am broken or evil or whatever.

because i am so done with people in denial. because the person who keeps telling me all these things, that i am smart, that i am sane, that i am kind, that i am beautiful, that i am strong, that i am good, no, more than good, actually "perfect"... that person fucking makes me vomit in my mouth. how can he claim to know me and love me "despite everything" if he won't even accept who i actually am? if he doesn't know a thing about me?

#i tried telling him that i am a schizophrenic. you know what he said? ''you can't be! you're so reliable and so smart and so sane!'' #''someone must have fooled you because the doctors are so evil and you're so pure and innocent so you believe them'' #and maybe i am that to you because you still intend to use me #but anyone with eyes would see clearly. that i am NONE of these things #i am so tired of people seeing what they want to see and trying to push that on me #i'd kill for a person to tell me ''i get it. and you are broken. and you are a monster. but i still love you'' #because denial... insistence on me being Good just sounds like his words just like that terrible poison in my veins #and that only counts him... but being worshipped as a goddess of everything Right and Good just because he wants to fuck me... #just makes me want to vomit. just makes me want to fucking kill him and myself

[hum--hallelujah]

you rise in your heart when you're breathing - 1.5k words, Jet and Poison hurt/comfort

Things can get foggy in the desert.

Jet Star can't remember parts of his own life. Things are a blur to him, facts and conjecture blended together until he doesn't know which way is up. He thinks it's a trauma, mental, thing more than a trauma, physical, thing. It started after the accident that took his eye. Like the chemical burns fried his brain along with one of his eyes. He tossed and turned mostly unconscious for most of a week after it happened. Sometimes he doesn't know what of that was dreams and what's real memories.

He knows he was born in the city. His parents were named Maria and Arthur. They were doctors. He has some of their books, stowed away when he ran for the Zones, still, dirtied and fingerstained. This is why Jet Star is the medic of the Four. He grew up around these things. No amount of blood can faze him, even pouring from his best friends.

He sometimes can't remember the events leading up to his departure from Battery City. He knows his parents are dead. He left after they died. He can't remember how they died. They weren't replaced, like Party and Kobra's mother was. Jet isn't ever sure if he came home to bodies on the floor or to an empty apartment. The versions are mixed up in his brain.

This is part of why Party is de facto leader of their crew. Jet cannot trust himself anymore. He has to remind himself who he is when he wakes up in the morning. Has to stare in the mirror and work hard to recall why he only has one eye, why the skin of the right side of his face is mottled and puckered and the eyelid melted shut. Sometimes he wakes up lying on his good side and panics before he remembers, thinking he's gone blind in the night.

Maybe it's a mercy that he can't remember that his parents died because of his deception, or the moment the Trans-Am's engine came to its detonating point. Maybe it's a mercy that he can't remember the pain he's accidentally caused himself and others. He never means it, but it always happens. This is why he can't trust himself with leadership.

And Party Poison is a good leader. All charisma and color, with a mind as sharp as the decadent glint in his eyes when he finds the missing piece of a plan. They've made it this far because Party has brought them here. Jet thinks that Party is beautiful. He'd once thought he was wickedly smart, able to wean himself off of City prescription pills at the small age of ten and plot his own escape at eleven. Then he met Party Poison.

Jet can't remember how they met. There's not even a piece of that left in the patchwork of his own brain. In his memory, it goes from one day he was on his own, a Zonerunner, lonesome smuggler just himself and his car, and then the next there was so much more color. Party's always been on the smaller side. A couple years younger than Jet, but he's larger than life. It's always been like this. One day Jet was alone and the next Party was there, with a little brother hissing and spitting before he learned to make space for words.

They'd never have been friends without fate. Poison isn't the kind of person to make friends anyways. Not with someone who can never stay. Sometimes Jet believes in the Phoenix Witch. He has to, when there's no other way they could have found each other.

Some days are particularly bad. Accumulation of trauma, stress, and exhaustion take their toll. Jet has to sit on his bed, staring at the floor, for several minutes just to remember why he's this tired. They'd saved those girls, though. Barely teenagers, bound and gagged in the back of a neutral's rig. Not a Zonerunner. No one who claims that title would smuggle kids for that kind of trade. The last thing Jet remembers is dropping the kids off with Gertie. They'll be safe there. He thinks Poison drove them home.

He blinks, trying to clear the blurry feeling from his eyes. ...Eye. He presses the heel of his hand into the good one, soaks in the familiar darkness. It catches him off guard sometimes. He feels unfamiliar to himself. A stranger in his own body, like the him that had two eyes has just been transplanted into the body of a him that only has one. When did he get an eyepatch? Who painted the lopsided glitter-glue star on it?

If he thought hard enough about it he could sort out the answers. The Girl. The Girl painted the star on his eyepatch. He spent an hour looking for it and receiving faux-innocent denials of knowledge from everyone else until she brought the little piece of leather out from behind her back and proudly handed it to him. But everything feels fuzzy and dull, uncertain. He sits with his head in his hands, willing himself to leave his room and join the others even though he might hesitate over names he's known for years. He can't do it. It's too blurry and tiring.

There's a knock at the door. He doesn't answer it, but it clicks open anyways. It's Poison. It's always going to be Poison.

"Ah, shit," says the well-known voice. "Bad day, huh?"

He nods, head still in his hands. "Fuck, Poison," he whispers, and feels Party step forward and crouch down in front of him. He opens his eyes. Eye. Drops his hands between his knees. Party could take them if he wanted. He probably won't. "Who am I?"

"That bad, sweetheart?" Party asks, voice surprisingly quiet for a person who's never once turned down a volume knob.

"It's just... fuzzy. Blurry. I know, but do I really?"

Poison looks up at him, and then unexpectedly reaches out, takes one of his hands. The other one raises to rest at the side of his head, halfway in his hair. "You're my Star," Poison tells him. And maybe that's all he really needed.

Jet nods his head sideways, bumping Party's hand. Poison isn't very touchy. It's always a choice. "You know, I still don't know how I met you," he murmurs.

Poison laughs, a soft, lyrical sound. Jet loves when Party is loose like this, sweet like sugar. It doesn't happen often. Most times, Party Poison is a flashbang, a firework. Wild and free, louder than the bombs they set off and brighter than the sun. This... is the sunrise, soft against Jet's skin.

"Sandstorm your fifth or sixth year outta Batt," Poison says, like it's the hundredth time he's told this story. Maybe it is. It probably is. Jet watches as Party's face turns misty with memories that Jet's missing. It's sad, in a way. Jet wishes he knew this. "You had the 'Am already, parked her to wait out the storm. I was at Tommy's, tryna make it back to the Kid before it hit but I didn't make it. I couldn't barely breathe by then. You saw me somehow," Party pauses, head tilted to look side-eyed at Jet.

"Your hair," Jet says softly, and reaches out to catch a strand of fiery red between his fingers.

Party smiles. "'S what you always said."

Jet hums. "What then?" He asks.

"By the time I'd hacked all the sand outta my lungs you were in the backseat thumping my back, helped me get my breathing back. Never planned to be friends with a smuggler," Party says, and shrugs. "Musta been fate." A wry smile that lights up the room. Jet puts all his focus on that smile. "Kobra freaked when we went back for him," Party continues. "Thought you'd nabbed me, tried fighting you off. Took him a while to warm up to you. Remember that?"

Jet nods. Kobra had been wary of him for a long time when the three of them first joined up. It wasn't until shortly before Ghoul joined their crew of three that Kobra started to consider him a friend. Jet's always considered Kobra a little brother. "Yeah, I remember," he says.

Party is quiet for a few seconds. Jet can hear them both breathing. "You okay, Jettie?"

Jet sighs. "Fuck, Party. I miss knowing all this." He doesn't know when he started forgetting. He just knows it happened. Sometimes he can claw his way back, but sometimes the more he fights it the worse it gets. He needs someone, sometimes, to lead him out of it. And that's Party, bright blazing beacon through the desert. Jet thinks he'll always find his way to Poison. Or Poison will always find him.

"Don't," Poison says, standing, still holding Jet's hand. "I got it for ya. C'mon." Jet follows, snagging his eyepatch on the way out of his room.

Kobra and Ghoul are up and clattering haphazardly around the front of the Diner as they recount and act out how a clap went down, eliciting shrill giggles from the Girl. Ghoul sees them first and stops playfighting, tilting his head in a silent question that asks, is stuff okay? Kobra freezes with his hands still formed into finger-guns, then shoots a lopsided grin and a chin-up nod their direction. "Yo, Jet."

Jet smiles back. The Girl scrambles off of the countertop where she's been seated and slams into his legs full-force with her arms wrapped around him. Party drops his hand. It's brighter out here and burns off some of the fuzziness around Jet's mind.

That's the real reason Jet isn't in charge of this operation, and never could be. It isn't an operation, it's a family. And Poison can always lead them out of the fog, into the light.

#gosh this reads as so shippy but I actually didn't intend it that way #maybe I just want a friend to hold my face in their hands and remind me I matter to them... 🥺 #if kobra and ghoul are ''part-time soul age full-time problem'' then jet and party are soulmates; full-stop. #she writes! #danger days #ttlotfk #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #jet star #party poison #jetpoison*

[imagionary]

// Horror ; references to graphic violence (?)

Spruce and Saul used to know each other a while ago. Saul has always been a horrible person; an enemy to everyone; nobody is truly his friend.

Saul is quite the villain in our AU, and there's a big reason Spruce hates him.

(Art under cut for those who would like to see/read it ^v^-b)

#Chip knows nothing about Spruce's past with Saul and Spruce intends to keep it that way #Saul is a nasty person and even after all these years he's still just as vile #this man's blood is poison I tell you and he's nasty #Spruce is half a toon in our AU! His father was a beaver toon and his mother was a cog #I think I had it the other way around originally but it's been awhile and I thought it over more so lmao sorry Evils xD #Last Spruce and Saul ever saw of each other was Spruce leaving Saul for dead to the horrors that Saul conjured #Spruce in our AU tends to have a soft spot for toons but he doesn't like to let anyone know about it #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #toontown: corporate clash #imagionary rambles #ttcc au #saul g cog #spruce campbell #treekiller #horror

[butmemostly]

there is not enough 92sies sprace. i know what you all are doing. 92sies fans did not get on their knees and pick up crumbs to ship spot and race for the rest of us to run off with it and apply it to livesies where not only do they not even directly interact, but fanon prefers because they find the actors more attractive, and then proceed to boil their characters down to 1-2 traits each and ship them in a weird almost f/tishy "dumb feminine man x angry masculine man" way. guys this is a class war not the yaoi war.

#& dont get me wrong NOT all sprace content is like this. it's just Enough #i know this is gonna be controversial but as much as i love sprace ive finally realized why a lot of the fan content doesnt appeal to me #or is just straight up uncomfortable #and it kind of goes with the sexification of funny characters in general which race has fallen victim to #in which ppl remove their depth; give them more sex appeal; and add a pinch of frat boy to the mixture #to make this unhinged sexful comic relief #now im just as in love with btc as the rest of yall but race fell victim to this because he was in the proshot and ppl were attracted 2 him #which is fine #BUT leads to a lot of like. #misinterpretation of his character or just heavily exaggerating certain aspects that made him initially attractive to ppl #which then ends up consuming fanon like a poisoned water supply #it's kinda a variation of sexymanification. fanon making a character stereotypically queer but in a way that is attractive and consumable #and completely overtakes canon aspects of the character. it is not inherently f*tishy but it can definitely acquire those vibes #source: kuroo tetsurou warrior who survived 2016 era haikyuu fandom #92sies sprace is a funny rarepair while livesies sprace is like when the bbc sherlock fandom shipped lestrade and mycroft for no reason #but with the vibes of the ppl who Made Up A Man to ship moriarty with. does that make sense. #the never-interacted rarepair mixed with the yaoiful (derogatory) vibes of 'if this man has no one to ship with i'll just make one myself' #and again i dont think all (livesies) sprace content falls victim to this nor do all people Intend to characterize them this way #i can totally get Not realizing you're portraying them this way until someone points it out #and i couldnt even articulate why i didn't like a lot of sprace content until i saw some passing mentions of this like. An Hour ago #newsies #sprace #dontlistento me

[wisteriander]

i do think the cake thing was a hint of sorts. a swap accidentally causing an unintended death. it seems to be a motif running throughout the season. i think multiple people were trying to kill multiple people at that wedding and edgar got caught in the crossfire

#like yeah someone WAS trying to poison him but they didnt get him #someone who was trying to poison someone else did… #nobody got their intended target #the afterparty #also i genuinely have no idea what these clues people are talking about like what

[rdlain]

omfg not The Tell-Tale Heart protagonist getting they/themed😭

("we know nothing about the protagonist- nOt eVeN tHeIr gEnDeR sO DoN'T AsSuMe")

It was written in fucking 1843 where Man was considered the default unless otherwise specified (which it most def would be given the story's subject matter), by a man whose only female characters in his works were 'wife' or 'beautiful maiden tragically succumbing to consumption before dying', protag lifts the FUCKING BED and [spoilers!] squarshes the old man like...I think one could hazard a guess here.

#college is such a joke my god #fuck the fbi for subverting academia into a fucking kindergarten-ass lunatic asylum #don't get me wrong it'd be based as hell to read protag as female but if that was intended (which it was not) I feel due to the times #it'd be telegraphed from a ''hysterical impulsive woman'' angle and most def would not have the ''confident from pulling one over #on the police (before cracking)'' plot beat...she'd crack during/immediately after the murder #''a woman wouldn't premeditate a murder by peering at her victim in the dark 7 nights in a row...she wouldn't be capable of planning it!'' #''or if she did she'd just poison them [but don't give female-readers the idea they're very impressionable #unable to tell fiction from non-fiction]'' it'd be p controversial for the time

[anaalnathrakhs]

i keep looking at posts like "i stopped a binge" "i prevented a binge" and all of them are like. "i waited until the urge went away". buddy. the urge doesn't go away. there's no urge. there's just nothing else to do. i don't have anything else to do. every time i stop eating no matter how long i sit with the feeling or not, i always go for more food because there is genuinely nothing else in my life. nothing is enjoyable anymore. the world sucks. no matter what i force myself to do it's the only positive thing i can ever find.

#like okay cool i let the people around me guilt me into eating whatever they think i should be eating #i get it. i'm so fucking stupid for missing out opportunities to try new food. i should never buy the same food twice. #i should always buy all the variety i can and try everything. #i'm so stupid for having eaten the same stuff in a loop for years and years #i'm a massive fucking weirdo for not eating when other people are eating #i keep stealing food from my parents and the people around me i keep taking way too much of stuff intended for a group #nowhere i go will be free of obligations #i have to keep buying my own poison because everywhere i go there's other people's food waiting for me anyway #my parents keep looking at me like a freak no matter if i eat dinner with them or not #they see me binge and nothing happens #we just ignore it #i just eat until Designated Eating Time is finished #hunger doesnt ever have anything to do with it i just eat when food's in front of me #i need the ritual i need the structure it brings to my life #both meals with other people and my ritual binges #i dont know what to do with myself when i'm not binging #and it's like i'm not allowed to not want food #to other people #it's like i must necessarily want all food and anytime i refuse it's restriction #my friends are always like ooooh you can grab some of my fries if you want #or oooooh do you want the rest of my cookie #or ooooooh and how about you are you ordering something #and i'm like :) yeah sure :) like anybody else would :) #and to myself. to myself i don't know. i think i just want to give up. i want to suffer and i want to fuck up so badly. #so badly that no one can deny i need help #i want to be proven right. i'm just a little weakling and all i'm good for is to haunt the halls of a mental hospital. #no responsabilities no pressure nothing but a pitiable suffering victim #i want somebody or something to swoop in and save me #but nobody will come. it's my job to ask for reasonable help from the relevant authorities. and currently they can't offer that care. #so fuck me i guess

[stumblngrumbl]

well so far so good

i tossed the opened cream that was in the fridge while we were gone and same with the milk

but i had two half gallons of milk and another quart of cream (i had to fast most of the week before our 13-day trip because i swear it was accidental i had no clue but i had poisoned myself on some old jam that looked and tasted normal)

i opened one of the milk, scraped the very top layer of cream off (out of caution), tasted the milk - totally normal

did the same with the (previously) unopened cream - tasted great

so i made a good ½&½-based mocha and an hour later there's no signs of anything going wrong

#this stuff is expensive hate to waste it if it's good still #did not intend to have any of it sitting in the fridge over the trip i had been drinking a lot #of milk before the food poisoning and using lots of cream but suddenly i had to stop