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soul-dwelling · 1 year

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not a soul eater question, but im curious, do you have any advice on starting a fansite type of blog? ive wanted to make one for an interest of mine for a bit but im not really sure where to start. rlly love the work you put into your sites :D!

Aw, thank you!

Getting into this fan site happened largely out of chance–and a lot of mistakes that requires me to repeat, “Learn from my mistakes.”

I had been on Tumblr long before making this fan site, and my personality used to be far more organized. I used to just reblog anything. Then I noticed the kind of stuff I tended to reblog over and over again and thought, “This isn’t as organized as I’d like.” So I would make a blog dedicated to just that one cartoon or comic or franchise. And then I’d make another one. And another one. And another one, and so on. It was only when I started watching Soul Eater on Toonami and started looking at fan art and reading fanfics that I noticed how much I was reblogging from the series and decided, “Okay, now I need to make a fan site of this”--and not only did that one get more followers than other ones, but it became the franchise and fan site I got most interested in.

So, that would be Advice #1, and it’s the most simple advice I can offer: If you find yourself sharing a lot of stuff from something you like–an anime, a hobby, whatever–make a new blog for it and just start reblogging stuff you see on Tumblr.

And that also would be Advice #2: If you see that your fan site is getting more followers, and if you are getting more and more into it, keep going with that fan site.

Just make a site and start reblogging stuff: it doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. (But if you want it to be more complicated, I do have more advice below.)

So, I got more followers, I got more into the site…and then I screwed up–and this is “learn from my mistakes,” and Advice #3: Don’t take content from other sites and share on Tumblr.

Sharing a link, I think, is fine–it’s not as great as seeing if that DeviantArt, PixIv, or social media artist already has the same art on Tumblr that you can reblog from their Tumblr, but it’s ethical enough. But saving the image, re-posting it on Tumblr, even with credit to the original DeviantArt, PixIv, etc account is not. And that’s not even getting into cultural and legal differences across countries, where you may think that’s fine where you are, but for the creator in their part of the world that opens them up to more problems. So, repeating myself, don’t take content from other sites, even if you are crediting correctly–always reblog when available.

While reblogging and (mistakenly) sharing a lot of Soul Eater content on the Tumblr fan site, I also made sure to tag posts to keep things organized. As I said, I used to be a lot more organized, and I have fallen away from that over the last five or so years–but back then, I would make sure to tag content by character, location, chapter or episode number, whether it was content from the anime, the manga, fan works, and so on. That’s a lot of work, and I don’t recommend it if people are pressed for time. I think people will get a lot out of your fan site just when you reblog content–but I think people do get even more when they know they can click a tag on your fan site and get all the Maka content you have, all the Soul content you have, all the Crona, all the Kid, and so on.

So, that’s Advice #4: Tag content in a way that makes sense for you.

(And since you’re making a fan site for a diverse audience, tag with content warnings whenever possible.)

But be careful when tagging original stuff that you put on the fan site. This is a Soul Eater fan site–so while I’m fine tagging something if it pertains to a certain character (Lord Death), or location (the DWMA), or a concept (demon weapons), I try to avoid #Soul Eater or else I would flood the tag with my stuff.

This also goes in the other direction: as apparent from my posts, I have a complicated regard for Atsushi Ohkubo’s follow up manga, Fire Force, and I really don’t want to pollute the #Fire Force tag with my own complaining. So, I just tag it as “#Dwells Whines About Fire Force” so that anyone who wants to read my complaints can, and anyone who is trying to enjoy Fire Force isn’t getting their positive experience disrupted unnecessarily. If it is something that I think is super-important to discuss (uncomfortable sexualized gaze problems in Fire Force), I’ll tag it with the series; otherwise, if I think it is more petty complaints (how Fire Force differs from Soul Eater in negative ways), I think that’s whining and not as helpful for discussion, so, I don’t tag it #Fire Force.

As you keep making your fan site, maybe you want to make your own content. I don’t draw much at all; I used to write a few fan fics; and I used to do a lot of work on the Soul Eater Wiki, I used to make a lot of GIFs and screen caps, and I used to make a lot of photoshopped images from Soul Eater.

So, Advice #5: Contribute however you can and want to.

Maybe you want to add your own illustrations, writing, and research–go ahead and do it, it can only help add something to the discussion. Share a doodle, kiseake art, a sculpture, a cosplay you made–whatever you feel comfortable doing and without compromising your sense of safety, privacy, or anonymity. Share that cringey fanfic you wrote if you don’t mind the responses it may get (just be ethical in what you do, given the characters you are writing about and the situations you are representing). Write that post where you analyze that really obscure detail, or tie in something you saw in an episode to a book you read, a film you saw, or a lecture you heard in your high school or college science, literature, or history class.

As long as you are being ethical, logical, not harassing, and not lying, you’re helping add to appreciation to the thing you’re a fan of. Even if people don’t interact with what you made, you added to the fandom. Or, if those people are hostile and trollish at you, well, that’s on them, that’s not your problem, they are just awful people, so screw them, do what makes you happy and block their accounts or turn off anonymous responses.

And that also leads to Advice #6: Do it only when you can and only if it’s still fun.

This fan site has fallen into hibernation more than once. It’s not that I wasn’t still online and wasn’t still checking for messages and responses. But when time is limited, and mental health is drained, or other things get in the way that you have to take care of for your health, your financial security, and taking care of your family and friends, don’t make a fan site a higher priority than it needs to be. The fan site will continue as long as the platform is still up and you haven’t deleted the account or been hacked or banned–you can always come back and add more to the site later when you want to.

I’ll stop here for now. If I have more advice, I’ll add it in reblogs. And I appreciate any contributions from others who have made fan sites. Thanks again for the question!

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thestuckylibrary · 4 years

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Anon 1 said:

i’ve combed through every single tag i can think of but still can’t find this fic. steve is a glory hole sex worker and bucky is a veteran and is trying to get better at positive touch but is super quiet at first when he first starts going. steve is determined to get him to make noise and their relationship progresses from there. PLEASE help me out and thank you so much!!!!

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Anon 2 said:

hi! I’m looking for a fic that I just read but can’t seem to find. Revolves around Steve and Bucky living together, Bucky often cooks or bakes for Steve and doesn’t get out of the house much and they watch TV together every night and when Steve has to leave he always sends Bucky coded text messages to update him? I remember so much from it, like Steve invited Nat and Sam over for lunch, Bucky slept in Steve’s bed for two weeks while he was out. Please help me :(

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Anon 3 said:

Hiiiii, so sorry to bother you but like, I was reading this oneshot fic where Bucky has PTSD and he accidentally triggers it and Steve helps him through it? It was something like that, maybe they were sleeping, or it was night. I had literally just started reading it and then my phone crashed and my internet closed down. I've been looking everywhere and I think the author wasn't very popular, so I can't find it. But if you could please help me? Thank you!

Anon 4 said:

I'm looking for this fic where Steve cross dresses pre-war, and when he comes back after the ice, he tries to dress up again but because he's big now, he doesn't feel pretty anymore and Bucky comes home and says something like "I never thought I'd see my best gal again"

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Anon 5 said:

Hello, I looked all over the soulmate tag and couldn’t find this fic where Steve is at Bucky’s house and then he realized bucky is his soulmate. His soul tries to reach to bucky but he didn’t reach it back. I can’t remember any other details besides this one

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crescendohno said:

Wondering if you can help me find a fic. After the serum, steve loses his memory of everything that came before it. He doesn’t remember Bucky or Brooklyn or any of it. I think it’s mostly a re-telling of TFA. I’ve already looked through the amnesiac Steve tag. Anyone remember this one?

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Anon 6 said:

I've been looking for a short smut fic for a while and i can't seem to find it again - it was post winter soldier and bucky had steve pretend to be one of his handlers (as in, d/s scene) and bucky had to take a bunch of buttplugs that increased in size. thanks for any help!

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Anon 7 said:

Hi! I’m looking for a fic where bucky tells steve he loves him and Steve has a panic attack and CANNOT believe him bc in the 40s steve told bucky he loved him the night he left for the draft, and bucky called him all kinds of awful slurs trying to “save” him from being queer. Post WS bucky doesn’t remember, but after steve panics he finds out. I remember there being a line like “it was still hard for steve to say it and know it was a good thing” but that’s it. Any help would b gr8, thx!

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Anon 8 said:

The only thing I remember about this fic I'm looking for is that Bucky was slightly feral, and he made up a nest under the armchair in the living room and Steve accidentally scared him and apologized for encroaching on Bucky's space?

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stevietomybuck said:

hi! so i remember this fanfic that i read maybe 2015-17. it’s shrinkyclinks/modern au. steve moves into bucky’s apartment building and he has severe ptsd. steve is like a cartoon colorer/cartoonist. it’s like ten chapters long. i would love to reread it thank you!! (if you can’t find it it’s fine sksbsjdnsn)

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Anon 9 said:

Hello! I'm so thankful for all the effort you're doing here. I just wanted to ask if you happen to know of this fic where steve and bucky with the howling comandos are given time off, in a house in the london suburbs. Everyone goes off to the bar except steve and bucky, and they end up doing nsfw things in the kitchen? and they're almost discovered? I've tried searching for it but I'm not sure if it was complete or if it was tagged switching or etc. I'll continue my search but help?

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Anon 10 said:

Hi, im looking for a fic ive read before but forgot the title. Basically, Steve never got the serum and I'm pretty sure Bucky was Cap. Bucky crashes the plane and wakes up in the future where Steve is an old man.

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Anon 11 said:

I’m looking for this fic where I think steve is small and he’s a comic book artist with sam(?) and he goes to this coffee shop owned by nat and he has a crush on bucky but bucky is really awkward and for some reason can only speak Russian around steve and the agents of shield are in it and buckys Lives with Natasha and Clint??

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Anon 12 said:

Okay so I'm looking for a fic. Basically Steve starts dating again and The Winter Soldier gets jealous and either severely injures or kills Steve's dates. Steve wants to see Bucky so he starts getting reckless with the dates and that's all I remember. THank you so much

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polyglot-night-owl said:

Hii!! So, I'm looking for this fic I read on Ao3 where Bucky couldn't speak or didn't remember how to. Steve tried to make him write stuff but even that, he could barely do. I just remember that Bucky knew like 10 signs (like sign language) and Steve was interrogating him at some point. If that helps, one of the sign meant like 'stop' or 'please no'. Sorry if that's too vague 😅

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khadij-al-kubra · 6 years

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Useless

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairing: Belial/Emile (can be seen as romantic or platonic)

Characters: Belial, Emile, Virgil, Thomas.

Author’s Note: This fanfic oneshot is based off of the wonderful “Illumination AU” created by @altruistic-skittles. The story itself is my own original idea, but the concept of soulmarks, the characters, and world writhing are her territory. So kindly go read her work as well. Seriously, it’s awesome. Hope you enjoy my story and as always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice.

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Belial stifled a yawn as he walked over the the Heart & Soul Cafe. You’d think he’d be used to these 8am Tuesday therapy sessions by now, but it had been a late night performing his tricks and he didn’t sleep so great in general. At least the money he’d made was pretty good. He was really starting to get some popularity for his magic tricks.

No doubt Emile, his therapist and apparent soulmate (another thing he still wasn’t used to), would be chipper as ever. Sometimes he wondered if the man wasn’t actually a cartoon character come to life. Still, Belial supposed he shouldn’t complain. Dr. Emile Picani was good at his job, He could even handle a hopeless case like him. Now Belial had progressed to only sometimes lying compulsively. ‘What a real improvement’ he thought as he walked through the doors of the cafe.

“Oh great,” groaned the familiar voice of his ex from behind the coffee counter.

“Always a pleasure seeing you too Virgil,” he said, venomous sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “Are those new bags under your eyes?”

Virgil responded with a growl and a glare combo. He only eased up when Thomas placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Easy Virge, he’s not worth it,” said Thomas.

Belial smirked and headed to the corner office at the back. ‘Not worth it.’ Of course he wasn’t . Belial was never worth it to anyone. But he hated to admit how much it stung to see Virgil, someone he once loved, relying on someone other than him. Not to mention Virgil now had three soulmates . Three! Well, at least Belial could say he (by some miracle) had a soulmate of his own, platonic or otherwise. The jury was still out (not that he cared). A fact he still couldn’t wrap his head around. Emile was the complete opposite of him. Good and honest in all the ways he wasn’t. And sure, it was clear from their sessions how the doctor would be someone Belial was destined to rely on or need to some degree...on a professional level of course. Yet he couldn’t fathom how he himself would possibly be someone for Emile to lean on when times got hard. What use was he to someone so put together?

He was at the door to the office now, but to his surprise it was already ajar. No knocking needed. What was even more odd is that there was none of the usual ambient music playing. And Belial could’ve sworn he heard a muffled sob from the other side. Before he could think better of it Belial went inside. He was not prepared for the chaos he was. Couch pillows were torn and knocked to the floor, stuffing spewing from the fabric wounds. The tiny waterfall lay cracked on its side. Papers, pencils and pens were scattered everywhere, and even one of Emile’s favorite cartoon posters was torn half hanging off the pastel blue wall. Worst of all though was the sight of the normally Happy Doc (damn, Emile’s humor was rubbing off on him) sitting on the couch, bent over with a hand covering his face as silent sobs shook his shoulders. Even his hair was messy like it had been tugged at and his signature pink tie askew.

Belial’s own facial soulmark ached at the sight. He didn’t know what to do. So he just awkwardly cleared his throat. Emile jerked up, putting his glasses back on. The soulmark around his eyes glowed green, matching the therapist’s emerald eyes perfectly. But they were so sad. That sadness didn’t belong there.

“Oh, Belial. I didn’t here you come in,” he said with a smile. Belial knew a fake smile when he saw one.

“Yeah, I’m here for my session.”

“Of course! Right...Now’s not a good uh...I’m sorry. Let me just tidy up a bit, then we can...get started.”

Emile started to pick up papers around him and set them on the table. He moved painfully slow, not even getting up from his seat. Belial signed and sat across form the therapist. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sooo what happened in here?” he asked.

Emile sighed. “I happened. I guess you could say i sort of went Tasmanian Devil on the place.”

Didn’t see that coming. Frankly, Belial didn’t think the man had a rage filled vein in his body. Well, he supposed even therapists were entitled to a bad day once in a while. Of course it had to be on his session day.

“You? If anything you’re usually more of a Tweety Bird.” Shit. Another one. Worst of all, his slip of the tongue reference didn’t even get a chuckle out of the cartoon enthusiast. Not a good sign.

“Yes, well, i uh...got some bad new this morning and well,” Emile waved at the mess around him.

“Are you okay?” he asked on instinct. Hopefully Emile didn’t catch the tone of sincere concern in his voice.

“Oh i’m alright. Its...” he taked a long breath, “It was a patient of mine. She’d been coming to see me for some time now. Early this morning I got a call from her father that she...passed away a few days ago.”

Oh shit. “I’m...sorry. How...how did it happen?”

“...She happened.”

“Oh...” Really? Oh? That’s the best he could think to say in this situation? It’s not like he couldn’t sympathize. Belial remembered form his time with Virgil how hard someone could struggle with fighting mental demons like that. Hell, there had been times when he’d even entertained the idea. Those were his darker times when he’d felt the most worthless...Things got better after he could afford to move out of his mother’s house. To actually go through with it though, even with a therapist like Emile trying to help you... A hollow laugh bright Belial back from his thoughts.

“And I thought we were really making progress. I-I thought she was getting better. How did I not see? It’s my job to see! I should’ve--” He took off his glasses again as fresh tears fell from his eyes. “I could’ve done more!”

Belial would never admit how much it killed him inside to watch Emile hunch over wracked with sobs, In the past few months of therapy with him, of time spent in and out of the Heart & Soul Cafe, Belial had begun to feel more than he had in a long time. And his didn’t know what to do with it all.

What could he do now? He didn’t have Logan’s tact of Patton’s sensitivity. All he had up his sleeve was--

“Wanna see a trick Emile?” he asked, grabbing a blank scrap of paper and a pencil from the floor.

“I really don’t feel in the mood,” said Emile, pausing in his hiccuped cries for a few seconds.

“Trust me, it’s a good one,” he said as he drew a rough picture of a spoon on the paper.

Actually this was one of the more difficult tricks in his arsenal of illusions. He’s only been able to pull it off twice before among numerous tries. But if it worked now, it was sure to amaze Emile and maybe even cheer him up a little. It would be worth it.

“If you must blink, do it now,” The Kubo reference coax a small smile out of Emile. “Watch closely.”

He swiped a hand over the picture, holding the paper by a corner. Then he began to gradually pinch the handle of the spoon picture. Belial watched the grown man’s face change from sorrow to awe as he saw the spoon bend while the paper itself remained smooth. Seriously, he could almost glimpse what Emile looked like as a child.

“wha-what the heck-that’s so cool! How’d you do that?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Yep. the thrill of amazing people with his magic never got old. “And for my grand finale...”

He crumpled the paper in his hands and then held them both up, fingers spread open to reveal that the paper had disappeared. Lastly he reached behind Emile’s ear and pulled out a soft yellow hankerchief. He felt a sense of pride at hearing Emile laugh and clap.

“Now blow,” he said, offering the hankie.”

Emile thanked him as he took the small cloth, giving it a loud elephant like blow. He wiped his eyes with the palms of his hands and put the glasses back on.

“Look, said Belial, “I get why you took the news so hard. I’m sure you did as much as you could for her, but it’s not your fault that she...ran out of strength to keep fighting. You can’t save everyone, and it’s not your responsibility to.”

Emile looked into his eyes with those emerald ones. “Then what use am I?”

Hearing that broken tone in his voice, that kind of question, coming from such a kind, patient, and selfless person like Emile felt like a punch in Belial’s heart. (Well, if he had a heart) He understood better than anyone what it felt like to be worthless...useless.

He was, but Emile definitely was not!

“I could easily lie and say that you’re the best therapist in the world and can save someone the next time. But I wont, because I don’t know that for sure.” He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. “But you are the best I know, and from what Ive seen a lot of others think the same. I mean come on, if you haven’t given up on a broken mess like me yet-don’t talk, just listen-then you probably won’t give up on anyone else either. You put your all into what you do and actually give a damn about people. Make them feel like they’re worth something. That gives them a reason to...hope...and that can mean more than anything. So you Emile Picani are not useless.”

Phew that was a lot! Maya wasn’t nearly this much work. He tried to be as honest as possible (not an easy feat). Was that the right thing to say? No clue. Could he have phrased it all better? Probably. Emile half shrugged in response for crying out loud. .At the very least he wasn’t calling himself useless anymore, but he was still clearly upset.What else could he do? He thought back to how he’d try to comfort Virgil during anxiety attacks. Belial took a deep breath and placed a hand on Emile’s shoulder, giving it a gently squeeze.

Belial did not expect the man to lean forward. He didn’t expect him to bury his teary face into his shoulder. And he definitely didn't expect his chest to skip a beat the way it did. He caught the glow of his own yellow soulmakr reflected in the doctor’s glasses. Belial was terrified of making a wrong move, but he let instinct take over and hesitantly wrapped his arms over Emile’s back. He made soothing stroked as his soulmate got out the last of his silent sobs.

After who knows how many minutes, Emile Stopped shaking and with a shuddered breath he finally sat back up. Belial was sorry or the loss of contact.

“Thanks Belial.” The smile on his face was finally devoid of melancholy.

“Don’t mention it. I’m so glad to have used up my therapy session time this way,” he said. Emile just laughed.

“I am sorry about that. I’ll be sure to make up for the missed time next session.” Emile looked around at the state of his office with a sigh. Seriously. It was a mess. “I really should clean up in here before my next appointment. It’s not till noon, but still. Elliot is rather punctual.”

Typical Emile. Thinking of others even after having an emotional meltdown. It was far too pitiful for Belial to allow.

“Better Idea: You leave the cleaning for later and I take you to get some ice cream now,” he said.

“You really don’t have to,” said Emile.

“Of course I do. Didn’t you know? Ice cream is the cornerstone of any healthy breakfast.” He was unable to hide the smirk that ghosted his face at hearing Emile’s full laughter for the first time all day.

“I’d like that,” Emile said, holding open the door for both of them.

“But it’s only fair that you buy, given that I lost therapy time.”

“Nice try Mr. Banks. I’m the one who needs chim-chim-chima-cheering up. We can go halvsies.”

“Oh fine.” Belial put his hat back on and followed him out.

As they exited the cafe and walked down the block, he caught the low hum of a Disney song (Mary Poppins maybe?) coming from the therapist. Well what do you know? He’d actually been able to be there for his soulmate in some small way. This time, Belial allowed himself to indulge in a genuine smile.

Maybe neither of them was useless after all.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #altruistic skittles #My writing #deceit sanders #emile picani #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #holy shit im tired #i wrote this in a day #worth it #KDsWriting #sympathetic deceit

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arcannathedraconequus-blog · 7 years

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Captain Underpants Fanfic: Melvin and Professor Poopypants. Ch2

Link to part 1: https://arcannathedraconequus.tumblr.com/post/162369963513/captain-underpants-fanfic-melvin-and-professor#notes

((Story description:) A few days after their defeat by the two boys and Captain Underpants, the still shrunk Professor Poopypants seeks out Melvin and asks him for help getting back on his feet.)

Woo! I did it everybody! I finished chapter 2 of the fanfic! Read it under the cut.

However it isn’t long before Melvins spooked sprint through the house is stopped dead in its tracks, as a feminine voice shouts.

“Melvin!!”

As he passes an open door, causing him to immediately freeze in mid stride, Poopypants still held out in front of him and struggling to breathe in the tight grip, as Melvins gaze slowly turns to the door, which opened into a mostly dark room, save for a single bright overhead light that directed nearly all its glow to a table in the middle of the room, casting unnerving shadows and silhouetting the rooms occupant.

In the room, was a middle aged woman in a white coat and black gloves, though her facial features were too shadowed to make out. She was seated, but had her head and torso turned to stare down Melvin from across the room.

In front of her was a table covered in circuit boards, delicate machinery, and the tools that would be used to work on them.

She started to rise from the chair…

Melvin, beginning to get his wits about him, quickly shoved Professor Poopypants in one of his pockets and tried to look innocent, rocking back and forth on his heels with a guilty smile on his face.

“Hello mother…”

The figure came into the doorway, revealing more of her features, starting with a mop of orange hair the same shade as Melvins, and a pair of big magnifying goggles that almost looked like little telescopes strapped to her face, though she grabbed the outlandish gear and moved it from her eyes to the top of her head, showing another pair of square glasses underneath and a lightly freckled face.

“What are you doing outside your room! You should know better than to be going around making all this racket! You had better have a good reason for abandoning your studies during your designated homework time young man.”

“Well I, Uhhhhhh…”

Down in Melvins pocket, after having spent a few moments comically gasping for air thanks to having had it nearly choked out of him, he ever so carefully and quietly peeked out of the pocket to watch, readying himself in case he would need to make a break for it.

“I’m waiting.”

Her tone showing how increasingly annoyed she was becoming with her offspring.

“Ive…”

Biting his lip, he makes a quick glance down at the tiny professor in his pocket.

“I… need to go down to the garage to… cross reference my available materials to determine my preparedness for an unexpected extracurricular opportunity.”

She looks unconvinced.

“…Mmmm-hmmmm, and you couldn’t do this earlier to avoid being an obtrusive nuisance to the household?”

“It was… a bit too unexpected for that.”

He responds, refusing to meet her gaze.

Her eyes squint at him in a judgmental stare, but she relents, putting her goggles back on and heading back in the room to her work.

“Fine, but don’t let it happen again! And if I catch you stomping through the house like a crazed elephant again, there will be consequences!”

She sits down picking up a soldering tool and gets back to work on a circuit board, giving off a bit of smoke and flashing light as she worked.

A forced, uncomfortable smile on his face, Melvin stiffly takes a few quiet steps down the hall until he’s out of view and earshot of the door.

And he lets out a huge held breath, bracing himself against the wall with one hand and continuing to pant and gasp in as hushed a tone as his racing heart and trembling body would allow, barely able to believe he had just done that!

He had just been deceptive to an authority figure! He had (almost) told a lie to his own mother! In order to protect a wanted criminal no less! He didn’t know if he could take much more of this.

The professor, having stuck himself halfway out of Melvins pocket, looks at Melvin’s attempt to contain his panic with an expression of slight worry.

He thinks to himself for a moment, considering Melvins history of tattling on others and recent desire to turn the two of them in to the authorities. It’s clear that being even mildly tricky and underhanded would be more difficult for the young boy than perhaps it should be. He may have to play this more carefully than he was expecting.

He soon comes to the conclusion that perhaps some positive reinforcement was in order.

“Good job Melvin!”

Melvin pauses in his panting, his gaze turning down to look at the tiny professor, who he’s shocked to see is giving him a double thumbs up from his pocket, along with a twitchy, forced smile.

“…Really?”

Melvins mood quickly lightening at the praise.

The Professors fake smile growing even larger and more forced, with him beginning to sweat as he says through his teeth.

“Yhah… you... totally did it.”

Melvin rises, a smile returning to his face as he stands tall with confidence, which soon turns into a self-absorbed and cocky expression as he starts to cheerfully strut down the hall, with a whisper of

“Alright professor, let’s go see that garage!”

Poopypants lets out the breath he had been holding, slumping against the rim of the pocket and clutching his head in one hand as he says to himself.

“Uggh, I can already tell this is going to be so much more difficult than it has to be.”

Now that he was a bit more with it, Melvin is able to carefully sneak down the stairs and the rest of the way to the garage without being noticed.

Taking the professor in one hand once again, Melvin opens the door, revealing a large 3 car garage, that otherwise could have been considered pretty spacious…

If it weren’t full of shelves filled floor to ceiling with sci-fi-esk technology and blinking, beeping scientific doohickys, with all additional space being filled with tables and workstations for all manner of scientific endeavors.

With a majority of it having that jury-rigged feeling of having been cobbled together from random junk and whatever broken machinery a genius fourth grader could get their hands on.

“HAH Hahhhhh! Now we’re cooking with plutonium!”

Professor Poopypants shouts, rubbing his hands together with glee, before turning to the boy with an exclamation of

“Melvin, Blueprints.”

Melvin obliges, handing the professor the rolled up blueprint from earlier, and lowering his hand to the ground, only getting about halfway before Poopypants hops off, quickly unfurling the too-large paper, and with cartoon impossibility, pulling the nubby pencil from earlier from out of his coat. Before trotting down an aisle between two shelves with considerable speed, attention darting back and forth as he inspects its contents, and Melvin following close behind with an excited smile on his face “This is where my parents and I keep almost all our spare parts, so if we've got it, it'll be here. But if we're still missing anything, there's a scrap yard down the road which we can also check. That's where I get most of the materials for my inventions.” “Good to know Melvin, wh’ell head over there first thing after we finish taking inventory here. Now let’s see…. ve’ll need this one.”

He says scampering to an unrecognizable little gizmo and dragging it out from the bottom shelf. Melvin soon picking it up and trying to inspect it, but not having any time too, as Poopypants quickly pulls out another gizmo with a shout of

“And this one.”

Throwing it at Melvin and almost causing him to drop the first one to catch it.

“And this one.”

The stumbling having made Melvin fall behind the quickly moving professor he has to jog a bit to go grab the new thing Poopypants had pointed at, while poopypants climbs some random junk like it were stairs in order to reach a shelf more at Melvin’s eye level and continuing to walk along it, still holding the blueprint out in front of him and occasionally placing checkmarks by items on the list.

“And zhis one, and this one, ooo zhis one looks fun! And this one… and those two”

“Over here?”

“No, top shelf.”

And Melvin pulls over a rolling staircase, putting down the growing pile of items and quickly ascending to grab the two bits of machinery, only to find them to be heavier than expected, making him considerably slower and more wheezy coming back down, while the professor continues on, up until it reaches the point where Melvin says.

“Professor, I can’t see what you’re pointing at.”

Turning around for a look, he sees Melvin, his face hidden by the large pile of materials he struggled to carry, his knees wobbling under the effort.

“Ughh...fine.”

The Professor replies, marching over to Melvin as he folds up the blueprint and stows the nubby pencil in his coat, before he jumps off the shelf and onto the pile of things Melvin was holding.

“Let’s drop these off at the table and then see vhat else we can find.”

“Sh-sure thing professor.”

Melvin replies shakily, before slowly making his way over to the table, each step Melvin took requiring considerable effort under the weight and size of the load.

Making it to the table, which was flanked by an impressive looking glass chemistry set full of differently colored liquids, he dumps the pile onto it, Poopypants gracefully riding the cascading pile down before he’s able to jump off onto the table itself. Smoothly unfolding the blueprint again and starting to pace back and forth; tapping the pencil against his lips a few times thoughtfully and saying,

“Already off to a good start Melvin! Good start….”

Catching his breath and wiping sweat from his brow, Melvin smiles at this as he watches the professor pace back and forth, clearly still enjoying himself a whole bunch,as he can barely contain his excitement when he replies.

“And I bet I can still find a lot more things we can use! What else do we need?”

The professor smiles and lets off a little chuckle seeing the boy so happy, reminding him of himself during his own childhood when he was excited about a new invention

(and let’s be honest here, well into his adulthood too, cus Poopypants is excitable and hyper as shit even to this day despite being in his early 60’s)

He fluffs out the paper and scans the page.

“Well let’s see!.. do you have a toaster?”

“uhhhhhh, no.”

His mood dampening somewhat at the first missing part.

“Cassette player?” “...no.” “...Ummm, extension cables?” “Yes!!” Melvin shouts, running off then coming back with an armful of extension cables

“fuses?”

Melvin holds out a large Tupperware container full of them, lightly shaking the box for emphasis.

Tron-splitter?”

Melvin pulls a sheet off a large machine in the corner revealing a large ray gun looking thing

“Check!”

“Ooooo, was not expecting you to have that one! How about an Axionic reconfigurator?”

Melvin sets a pretty large and complicated looking contraption onto the table with a heavy thump before stepping back and saying proudly

“Got that one for-my-birthday.”

“Quantum resonator?”

“Dad’s got one downstairs in the basement.”

“dDuct tape?”

“Yeah, but you can never really have too much.”

“Ooooo, yhah, good point Melvin, I'll just put us down for some of the other basics just in case.” He says, jotting a few extra things to the list.

“Telescope?”

“Ohhhhhh, do I really have to disassemble my telescope?”

“Well, we need more than one, so we’d probably have to go get a few more anyway, so I’ll just leave it on list.”

“Thanks professor!”

Melvin replies as he runs off to go grab some more things

“Crypto-magnetizer”

“No, but if we combine the crypto-recombobulator and the re-magnetizer we could probably make one!”

“Excellent! How about Tesla coils?”

Melvin gestures to a big set of sparking and zapping coils in the corner of the room.

“Hmmmm, smaller”

Melvin pulls out a pair small enough to fit in the palm of his hand from behind his back.

“Larger!”

Poopypants motioning with his hands in imitation of something growing in size

Melvin picks up a medium sized set of tesla coils from a table

“PERFECT!!”

Time skips forward, the pile on the table getting larger and larger and Melvin getting more and more tired, until he's leaning against the table, propping up his head in one hand and staring off into space through half lidded eyes and mumbling yes or no every time professor poopypants lists off another part or material. Until he’s startled awake with Poopypant’s shout of

“Hah! That’s the last of it! A few quick trips to pick up the missing supplies, and we’ll have all we need to make the most basic forms of the shrinking and enlarging machines!

Oh no, wait. Heh heh… I feel silly even asking about this one, but you have a lava lamp right?”

He says, tapping the paper with the end of his pencil for emphasis.

“Lava lamp? Hmmmmm, nope. No lava lamps.”

“WHAT! But they’re like the most sciencey looking lamps there are! How can you be a child genius and not have at least one lava lamp?!”

Melvin just shrugs. When gets a frown from the professor.

“Fine, but when we go shopping, we’re getting 2.”

Poopypants writing that down on the blueprint as he started to walk towards the edge of the table as he continues with,

“One for the enlarging machine, and for you to keep…..So I can feel less embarrassed hanging out with you.”

He says that last part as he hops off, using a pile of stuff near the table as stepping stones to safely make his way down.

“Now, before we get started, I want to reiterate zhis Melvin. These rays will not be like the sizearator 2000. Zhey will still be very bare bones, need constant repairs, and will no doubt break down after every use like a cheap lawn mower. Zhey will be neither safe, nor reliable, and zhey certainly won’t be efficient! These things are gonna be killer on the electric bill, that’s for sure.”

“Well, *Yawn* it wouldn’t be the first time one of my creations has caused a blackout. And it probably won't be the last!” Melvin still managing to stay pretty excited about all this despite how drowsy he appeared.

“That’s the spirit Melvin!” Though the professors tone turns more intense and ominous “But I want to make sure this gets through your fragile little child skull. Don't get cocky and start humoring silly ideas of making your own sizearators behind my back once im gone! This is very dangerous technology, messing around with it all villy-nilly could be potentially catastrophic!!! And even if you were somehow able to start safely replicating zhe technology on your own, then it’d mean you’d either out yourself as having worked with me, vhich could get you in trouble and make things even harder on me because of it, or you’d be taking credit for my inventions.” Though his tone lightens a bit as he continues with “Which is really just a jerk move in general Melvin, don’t go trying to steal another scientist's glory.” “*Yawn* sure thing professor. You can *yawn* count on me-WHOOPS!!” As Melvin walked towards the tiny professor, he suddenly trips on one of the piles of spare parts that had grown on the floor after the space on the table had been filled, which then started a small chain reaction, causing even more things to fall loudly to the floor with metallic clattering, with Poopypants having to leap out of the way to avoid being crushed in the mini avalanche. Melvin quickly scrambles to his feet and motions like he’s gonna try and grab some of the parts that were rolling away, but freezes when he hears the sound of the doorknob rattling. Someone was turning the handle from the other side! Melvin having hardly a moment to react as the door is suddenly swung open with a bang! Though unlike Melvin, Poopypants is able to quickly leap behind the nearest shelf and out of sight just as the threatening figure came into view. It was a middle aged balding man in a white lab coat and glasses, who was aggressively brandishing what was clearly some sort of laser-weapon, which sparked ominously and casted the man in an intimidating mad-scientist strobe light sort of glow. Though a look of realization appears in his eyes as he says in a questioning tone, “Melvin?” Before lowering the weapon, all hints of intimidation quickly dissipating as he turns off the ray gun and sets it down on a nearby shelf, revealing him to be a very benign and mild seeming man both in looks and in tone of voice, with what hair he had left on the sides of his head surrounding his chrome dome being a light brown, and his glasses appearing very similar to Melvins. “I thought we might have been getting burgled, or at least that the raccoons might have gotten in again. What in sciences name are you doing out of your room this late?” Melvin takes on a surprisingly confident and proud of himself tone as he replies back, “Mother gave me permission to use tonights homework time to work on an unexpected new extracurricular activity in the garage.” Though his confidence is quickly crushed with his father sputtering back with, “H-homework time? Son it is 3 hours past your bedtime!” The father collecting himself more, crossing his arms and taking on a more scolding tone “Even if you did somehow manage to get some unexpected permission to allow for a temporary change in your schedule, that is no excuse for t-this level of irresponsibility. How will you be fully prepared for school tomorrow when you’re missing 3 hours of sleep!” “I actually don’t have school tomorrow, it's closed for the next 2 weeks at least...” “That’s no excuse!!”

Poopypants, having taken the long way around, stealthily peeks his head out from behind a nearby shelf, dashing across an opening to hide behind some debris on the floor, thus closing some distance between him and Melvin. The father then grabs Melvin by the hand and starts to pull him to the door. “Now you are going straight to bed young man!” Though Melvin resists for a moment, motioning back to the spilled pile of parts and pleading. “But I have to reorganize the pile!” “It’ll be there in the morning.” The father replies with disinterest as he picks up his hefty ray gun, giving Poopypants just enough time to dash out the door and hide before Melvin and his father pass through and close the door behind them.

"Honestly Melvin, I don't see what could get you to fuss over some side project like this. Did you somehow fail to plan ahead for a school event?" “No.. it’s not for school...”

“It’s not even for school?!”

Melvins father shouts as he reaches the stairs, still holding Melvin by the hand as he leads the boy up, with Poopypants darting close behind him. The tiny professor comes to a pause at the base of the stairs and looks up at what might as well have been a mountain before him, giving him a sense of vertigo at the intimidating scale of the obstacle before him. Holding his face in one hand and letting out a sigh of frustration, he then sets himself to the task and starts climbing after them. “Is it for a science show outside of the school?” “No.” “Are you c-competing in a contest for a future scholarship?”

“No. But it is an excellent learning experience!” Melvins dad facepalms and let out a bitter sigh. “Melvin, your whole life is a carefully structured learning experience. Meant to give you and the family the highest overall quantity of success in the scientific and academic fields as possible.”

Poopypants manages to make it up the stairs, panting and stumbling a bit with the effort, and having to brace himself against his knees for a moment to catch his breath, before taking a light jog to a nearby doorway to hide in, leaning against the doorframe and still panting lightly as he peeks his head out just in time to see Melvin and his father reach the door to his bedroom.

"Is this some hormonally driven bid for independence Melvin? Do we have to take precious time from our busy schedules to set up another lecture about the irrationality of pre-teen rebellion for you?"

“No..no?” “R-really? Because i would have expected better from you than to stay up past your bedtime working on some random, non-academically motivated invention like this.”

“But... it’s important.” He says meekly, which causes his father to stop and let slip a boisterous laugh.

“HAH HA HAH hah hahhhh.... Important!? Melvin, important inventions are for the adults. You only just turned ten years old, you’re not nearly capable of creating anything worthy of being called Important yet! And not one of those frivolous, j-juvenile inventions are worth disregarding the carefully calibrated schedule your mother and I have set up for you.”

Across the room, Poopypants is shocked at what he just heard, but that surprise quickly turns to seething anger, with his face turning beet-red and his tiny hands slowly balling into shaking fists. Melvins father then carefully shoves the dismayed boy into his room, who turns around to stare timidly up at his father as he fidgets with the hem of his sweater vest. “Maybe once you’re in college, then you can start thinking about staying up past your bedtime working on inventions. But for now, I don't want you to open this door until you’re scheduled to do so. Understand?” “Yes sir.”

“Good.” And he closes the door maybe a little too forcefully, causing Melvin to flinch a bit at the impact. The boy then turns around glumly, and walks slowly to his desk to tidy it up, his eyes downcast and dragging his feet as he moved. Making it over, he starts smoothing out and stacking the blueprints he had been working on, along with stowing away his various drafting implements like rulers and calipers, when he hears a very small, but forceful knock at his door. He immediately jolts to attention like someone who had missed a step walking down the stairs. He had forgotten about Professor Poopypants!! He hears the undersized knocking again, this time sounding more angry and forceful, and he rushes to the door, reaching out his hand to turn the knob, though he pauses with hesitation. His father had specifically told him not to open the door until the scheduled time tomorrow morning. His hand shakes in place a few inches from the doorknob, unsure of what he should do, but steeling his resolve, he closes his eyes and looks away, and grabs the doorknob to turn it.

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