#you always see generic candies in cartoons and like

[tvguts]

as halloween looms ever nearer, i'm curious to hear what y'alls favorite "lame" candy is. i'm talking unbranded, old-timey, grandma type candy. i've always been partial to butterscotch and lemon drops

#irrelevance #you can reblog or not. either way #you always see generic candies in cartoons and like #you know what? some of that stuff is pretty good

[chantiying]

Message from your inner child

Before to start, sorry for any mistakes or grammar error. English is not my first language. How to choose? Think of something you liked when you were a child (a game, a toy, a smell, a candy, your favorite stuffed animal) and try to remember you as a kid, take a deep breath and when you're ready, you and your inner child choose the image that drawn to you. Remember tarot is not set on stone and you can change your path whenever you want. This is for entertainment purposes. This reading is general so if it doesn't resonate with you just let it go

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TW. Direct or indirect mention of abuse, bulling, violence, familial violence, broken family among others.

Ok, let's go!!!

PILE 1

Hello my friend :) Do you remember how disastrous our childhood was? Do you remember that there were some people who hurt us? Remember when we were pushed aside from parties? Do you remember when we found out that sometimes the "love" of a couple is not two but three? Remember when we found out what infidelity meant? Come, here and close your eyes for a moment, because I want to tell you a secret but I don't want you to see me are you ready? Yes? Ok: the infidelity of our parents marked me

I know since then we don't know what it means to love or how to make a relationship work. I know it's a lot harder for you than it was for me. I know sometimes you wonder if you're loving too little or too much, I know you're scared of being harmed like mom and dad did. Do you still feel that strange feeling of isolating all noise with music or the TV on while we sit on the floor of the room begging for it all to end? I do love you, my friend :) I know it seems a little difficult, I know it seems a little hard to say and hear, I know you may not believe it because they made you doubt what it means to love someone, but, I'll let you in on another secret: I don't feel alone anymore. I've learned that sometimes we have to leave where the water overflows to build a better castle. I learned to be smarter and not to argue when it's not necessary, to stop talking where no one listens, to live with myself and with you.

Please, I know it's not easy, but I want you to start again, on your own, I want you to leave everything behind, to let the dragons (they are not bad I already talked to them and they said they are on our side) I want you to let them destroy what hurts us, and to start building your own fortress. I want to be your first beautiful relationship. I want that you love me because I love you and I will always love you. Please love me, okay? Let's be you and me (km little you, hehe) against everyone. I want to be your partner in crime and have us laugh together. I promise you that after that, we're going to smile more and forget what they did to us.

You also have to eat well, did you hear me? Oh and don't tell anyone, but, I'm craving our favorite sweet treat from when we were little, can you eat it for us?

I'm always with you, don't forget me, I'm you but in little. Oh, something else, let's pretend it's your birthday, yei ! let's be happy for today and close your eyes again and make a wish

Francis Forever Mitski, Innocent Taylor Swift. Grey, Purple, Blue. Leaves & Streets. Orange juice?, Music, Cartoons, Headphones, Magic Wand. Mulan (I'll Make a Man Out of You)

🧸🎂🎈🍫 🧸🪄🎈🍫

PILE 2

Hey!!! What's up, buddy? I am very happy, I feel that I have arrived where I needed to be, I feel that the sun has finally risen, I feel that all the changes I had to go through have now paid off. The knowledge, the peace, the beliefs, everything I needed to cultivate is bearing fruit. See? I even speak as someone cultured and intellectual 😸. At first I didn't notice it, I was incredulous, but then I started thinking and thinking and thinking, and I realized that the change started in the interior. I know, you don't have to tell me, it sounds very cheesy, it sounds silly, but, I must admit, even if it's a little embarrassing, that sometimes dreaming and being cheesy is kind of fun SO DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME 😾😹. Ok, let's be serious, mate. We went through a time where we didn't believe in anything and we didn't even know if we should believe but I kept doing it. I kept looking until I got to where I needed to and BOOM it all made sense. Our lives are going to get better, we're better now, we're brave, we're smart, we're strong, we're cool !! We still have to keep learning, we still have a long way to go, but I learned that learning is also fun. DON'T GIVE UP, OK? Ok. I know it's hard to grow, but we've always wanted this, we've never bowed down, we've never given up, we've always looked forward and we'll continue to do so

Keep in your heart the ones who help you and give you happy moments, then let's continue writing our story

No matter how many steps forward you take, whether it's one or two or a thousand, I'll always be there proud of where you've taken us and what an amazing person you've made us. I only ask you to never forget where you come from and where you are going, don't forget to be grateful, don't play with anyone's heart or time, that's not good 😾. I want you to appreciate the time and I want that, when you think that the world is against you, or that everything is going wrong, you can change it. Don't worry, I don't want you to blame yourself for everything, but I also don't want you to always blame it on others. I know sometimes it's hard, keep trying again and again, even if you're scared don't don't victimize yourself because heroes don't do that, and you and I have the prettiest cape, we have the cutest glitter and we have the best superhero story just for us, and don't be afraid, because superheroes can do anything and if we can't our superhero friends will help us 😼

Let's be great, let's be epic!

Disney, A lot of changes or currently changing something, Happiness, Beach, Comics, Sun, Summer, Ice cream, Watch, Hats, Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride, Hannah Montana, Vacation, Pop en español (Pop in Spanish), Extrovert, Mischievous, Spider man? Funny, Tangled (the movie)

🦸, 👨‍🚀, 🐱, ����

PILE 3

There are two of us, we are yourself and I, and it has always been like this ☺️, do you feel confused? Because I do, a little bit, you won't get mad if I tell you, right? You'll understand, right? I feel like everything is going so fast, I feel like I can't stop, I feel like I want to rest, I feel like when I wanted the geography or math hour to end and go out for recess to get some fresh air. why is everything going so fast? I want to understand what's going on, I want to, I really want to, but I can't. Do you no longer feel distrustful? Do you believe in other people yet? Because I don't do it yet 🥺, do we have friends yet? Or are we still alone? Are they still hurting us? Are we still unsafe? I don't want to be like that anymore, I promise you, (crying?) I want to have a lot of friends, I want to be loved, I want to play, I want to have fun, but I can't believe in others, do you? I don't want to be alone, I know I said it was you and me, and I still believe it, it's you and me against the world, but I also want us to be more against the world. I want someone to turn on the light and hold my hand, would you? I want you to hug me, talk to me, I feel like you're mad at me, at the little you from a few years ago, did I do something wrong? Do you think it was my fault that we were treated like this? Do you think it was my fault that we were disappointed? I'm a little annoyed with you too, not gonna lie. you know what? I was a kid but you have everything to change what happened to us, you pretend that it doesn't hurt anymore and that's a lie! you're still upset and scared, listen, it's ENOUGH! Do something for us. At least I'm angry but I want us to change this, I want us to be happy. I want us to be together and happy, I want us to be one, I want you to remember me, but not only the bad but the good as well, remember what we like, remember the watercolors, the music we liked, remember the sun, the window, remember the yard, remember the stories that mom/dad used to tell us. Remember Mom/Dad. Remember the puddles after the rain. Please, I'm not asking you to want to be a child again to do everything differently, I'm asking you to connect with me so that our creativity flies, so that you know where to go, so that you can start something new.

The magic is in us, accept us, what you don't want to let out, is what makes us most beautiful

You will get what you want, but don't want everything, don't be ambitious. Don't forget us, don't forget you, never forget yourself.

Sadness, Grudge, Sobbing, Poverty (both spiritual and economic), Pranks, Bullying, Grass, Secret place, 8 years? Cold, Scams, Rain, Mirror, Emojis. Monsters, inc. As a child, Madeline The Person. J's lullaby (darling I'd wait for you), Delaney bailey. All I want, Kodaline. Rises the moon, Liana Flores

ꗃ🗝₊˚⊹♡ 𓉞 . ⸙͎｡˚⋆ 𓋼

Hi guys! Sorry for the late update. To be honest I struggle being consistent in what I do, but I'm trying (no, I'm really trying) to be more consistent.

Today, is children's day in my country, so I decided to do this spread for you all, because I consider that connecting and embracing our inner child is one of the most healing things we can do. So happy Children's Day !!

Alic (Chanty) 🪽

#tarot #tarot reading #tarot asks #tarot cards #tarot tumblr #tarotblr #pick a card #tarot and astrology #tarotcommunity #pick one #pick a picture

[trungles]

Processing Process, and More Processing

I made this post free and publicly readable on Patreon, but I'm reposting the whole thing right here too because, well, it's a free post, and I don't want to make you click away from your dashboard if you don't need to. But also if you want to support my work, here's the link to the post.

It's a little bit about cartooning, a little bit about drawing, and then it turns into a eulogy for a chicken.

I wrote “process” more than once, and now the word looks funny and is beginning to lose its meaning to me.

This post is about a few things, and it’s a little bit on the sad end of things. Nothing dire! No worries. There’s just a little mention of death, just as a heads up.

Before we get to that, though, I’ve been doing some work and had some thoughts.

I’m often asked about how I draw the noodle hair on my characters, and the answer is typically that I draw each and every line with my hand. But there are considerations of movement and volume that go into it beyond its texturally decorative purposes. I love being able to convey shape and motion with it. It’s less evident, I think, in my illustration work, but I think it’s much more obvious when I do sequential work. In the above image, you can see me working out a sequence of Angelica having a series of thoughts. Her head sort of moves, and her eyes follow. You can see I’d planned out the general shape of the hair and how I’d like it to move.

I wound up moving the drawings a little bit so that the readers eyes will actually follow the character’s eyes as it moves gently rightward on the page. The hair is there to accentuate the movement, like so:

It’s a consideration I employ in all my drawings, but especially when I’m drawing hair and fabric. I don’t use a lot of action lines, so this becomes an important way to give the reader the information that someone is moving through a space. Resistance, gravity, and motion are all things I have to keep in the back of my head when I’m doing these little drawings. I think the planning actually takes more time than the inking, which can happen pretty quickly once I map it all out.

In other news, I’m starting to take my extracurricular artistic development a little more seriously in the silliest way possible.

You wouldn’t know it, but I studied painting college—a medium I switched to after the printmaking professor and head of the Art Department at the time told me I probably shouldn’t be an artist (he gave me a hard candy for my trouble). I recently bought a bunch of little dolls, dressed them up, and am returning to my painting roots. It feels really nice to work in big blobs of color instead of lines. It’s an exercise I came up with in response to a common lament from art students.

One of the more aggravating generational tensions described to me by art school students is when professors describe a student’s portfolio as “too anime” without much explanation. I know what the professor means. They’re trying to get at how referencing your favorite anime or cartoons means that your style becomes a simulacrum, an imperfect copy of a copy, and you never learn to develop your own sense of judgment about where a line or a shape needs to go. And we can tell. It’s a way of working that is perfectly fine for cartooning because cartooning is closer to hand-writing than it is to drawing. I always turn to Charles Schulz’s work for an example. Those figures aren’t literally depicting children—with their little chessboard-pawn proportions and bread-loaf feet—but we read them as endearing children because we’ve come to a consensus between us, the readers, and Charles Schulz, the author, that those shapes mean those things. There are no whiskers or paws in the shape of the word “CAT” but you look at those three letters together, and you know the thing to which it refers. That’s an aspect of cartooning, too. Of course, what elevates it from mere writing is, in part, due to the fact that those little figures do not lose their meaning the more you depict them.

To really draw well, though, you have to do those fundamentals. You have to draw from life. There’s no way around it. It helps you develop a stronger sense of where you like to lay down your lines and shapes, no matter how stylized you like to work. It grows your judgment, and every artist’s best tool is their own well-honed sense of artistic discernment about their own work.

But that doesn’t mean you have to surrender the stuff you like or the things that inspire you to make art! I tell students that if they want to hold fast to their anime style AND hone their fundamentals to develop their eye as an artist, they should buy little figurines and toys of their favorite characters, prop those up against a light source, and draw them as still life objects. Like, yes, do the vases and the figure drawings and all those, I still think those are important. But if this is what you need to keep you interested in drawing from life, having some toys around is a great way to do it! Also, bless those sculptors and toy designers. They’re the best.

I think there’s something to be said about remembering to imagine the physicality of the things we draw, in all its dimensions and in the way it catches the light or casts a shadow. It helps sentimentalize things, too. Makes them feel more real, even emotionally.

Edwina died on Tuesday night, after a few final snuggles, surrounded by her favorite treats. She was about five years old, which is old for a chicken, and she had a very comfortable life. We buried her this morning. She was a good hen, J’s personal favorite.

It really feels like the end of an era. She was the last surviving member of our very first flock. After the other hens died, she really seemed to prefer the company of people over other hens. She is survived by Snooki and Nelly, our two other young birds who get along quite well together, actually.

A baby chick costs between three and five American dollars, typically. An egg-laying hen could be between twenty and fifty bucks, depending on the breed. There are roughly 26 billion chickens living in the world today, about 518 million of them here in the United States. They come pretty cheap. And a part of me was moved to cynicism, entertaining the thought that it might be strange to feel sadly over a little animal that, at most, might be roughly equivalent to the price of a fancy lunch and a coffee.

I watched the 1974 musical version of The Little Prince recently, and I remember it mostly because Bob Fosse was in it and scared the crap out of me as a kid—he played the snake that would take the Little Prince back into the sky when his body gets too heavy to take with him. Gene Wilder plays the Fox whom the Little Prince befriends and tames among a garden of roses. The Fox explains that he is like any other fox in the world, but he is changed—made special and particular to the Little Prince—with time, effort, and patience. So, too, is the Prince’s little flower special to him. Out of all the flowers in the universe, she was the one he watered and protected under a little glass jar. And that’s enough.

I knew my little hen would not live that long. It could be very easy to take a broad view of the life expectancy of a hen and distance myself from it by virtue of its mortality and its commonness. People who raise livestock do it all the time. But I also think it’s wonderful that we should all be capable of loving very small, very brief little things. Edwina is not, to my mind, the rough equivalent of a fancy lunch and a coffee. She was our little hen. For her whole life, she was ours. And I’m so happy she was here.

#cartooning #drawing #patreon #cw death #cw pet death #comics #trungles #artists on tumblr

[tyrantisterror]

My Personal History with My Good Friend, Satan

My first encounter with The Devil - that I can remember, at least - came when I was about three or so. My mom liked to borrow VHS tapes from libraries to show me and my siblings a lot, and one of the libraries she used was the one at our church. It was a small and obviously very religion-centric collection, but it left a notable mark on me - like, that's where I saw this weird, kinda shitty cartoon version of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe which might be responsible for irreconcilably fucking up my taste in women? I just have this distinct memory of watching the scene where Edmund is tempted by the White Witch and thinking, "Yeah, he's making the right call." If anything I was frustrated that he hesitated - three year old me was already simping for this woman. Just imagine a child channeling Ernie Hudson in Ghostbusters and growling, "When a terrifying and beautiful woman offers you candy and a private sleigh ride, you say YES!" and that's basically me as a kid.

Where was I? Right, Satan. So, the other video from that library I remember was this cartoon retelling of Bible stories, and really I just remember the Adam and Eve part. The temptation scene had this huge, super gnarly-looking demonic red snake in it, and he was so cool and badass and I was already predisposed to like snakes anyway, so of course he was my instant favorite. But, like almost all media featuring reptiles that captured my little child heart, he turned out to be the bad guy - literally The Devil, in this case - and was punished at the end of the story. And that pissed me off.

Sometime shortly thereafter - or at least that's how I remember it, this was over thirty years ago so things might be smushed closer together than they really were by the fog of ages - some of the kids in my preschool chastised me for liking snakes. "Don't you know the devil is a snake? Snakes are evil!" I remembered the movie, and it made me angry.

Because snakes aren't evil, and as a kid I knew that because my parents taught me it. Snakes were just animals, they don't know right from wrong, and to call them evil it to judge them for what they are, not what they do. That experience taught me a very important lesson: The Devil is a tool to make people hate the innocent. And as I'd later learn, snakes were far from the only innocents people would vilify because of a demonic association.

The second time I met the devil came a few years later, when I was six or seven or so. My Grampa and Grams liked to take us up North to Mackinac City and the Upper Peninsula each summer, and I have a lot of fond memories of those trips, but there was one in particular that's relevant to this discussion. We saw a sign for a "laser light show" in the shopping district, and I got to stay up late to see it with my family. The show in question was basically a cartoon projected into the night sky adapting the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia. It was super primitive and hokey and cornball and terrible and I loved every second of it. I was enchanted, absolutely delighted with the spectacle and the silly song where the devil was less a force of evil and more a comically bumbling inept supervillain - one of my favorite archetypes, even back then. So that's the second lesson about the devil I learned: The Devil can be fun sometimes.

Now, Godzilla, one of the few reptile characters I encountered as a kid who didn't end up a villain (at least not in the first movie of his I saw, Godzilla vs. Megalon), had already set me on the path to loving monsters of all stripes and, by extension, horror fiction in general, so as I grew up I had many more encounters with the devil. But while I warmed up quickly to most monster archetypes, like vampires, zombies, werewolves, etc., I always felt dismissive of demons. It kind of coincided with me becoming disillusioned with Christianity as a whole, in fact. A story about fighting evil, Christian-style demons is ultimately an allegory for fighting evil as defined by Christianity, and Christianity's definition of what evil is, well, sucks. It's bad! They got some things right, but some things horribly wrong. The devil is the tool Christianity uses to make you hate the innocent, and I struggled to enjoy a lot of demon stories because of that. Still do with some, in fact.

There were exceptions, of course - I loved The Evil Dead series as soon as I saw it at too-early-of-an-age, but then, the demons in it aren't super Christian. They aren't repelled by holy water or crucifixes or prayer, and in fact God and Jesus barely get mentioned in the series and never come up as a potential solution. They're kind of secular as demons go, and maybe that made them easier to stomach. But overall, demons ranked pretty low in the hierarchy of monsters to me - they were too tainted by the religion that spawned them for me to enjoy.

Until college, anyway. I quietly renounced my faith during my Freshmen year, and then, as if seeking one last chance at redemption in my eyes, the devil came to me again the following year. That's when I had a class on Medieval literature, and was exposed to far older devil stories than I had ever seen before. And Medieval devils kick ass. They have so much more personality and variety than I had come to expect, and some are downright affable, even sympathetic to a degree. It was one of many moments in college when I realized there was much more to a topic I'd previously written off as boring and trite.

This is when I read Dante's The Divine Comedy and Milton's Paradise Lost and Marlowe's Faust and Ben Johnson's The Devil Is An Ass. It's when I read early Gothic Horror novels like Matthew Gregory Lewis's The Monk, and dived into The Twilight Zone, which has more than a few episodes that are updates of medieval-style devil folktales in a more modern (i.e. 1960's) setting. And so many of these works presented the Devil not as a stand-in for everything Christianity hates, but as a person - a deeply flawed person, yes, but a person with actual wants and feelings and thoughts of his own, a person who was interesting and compelling - and sometimes funny, and sometimes charming, and sometimes really sad. There was, dare I say... sympathy for the devil growing in my heart.

In the last year of my undergraduate studies, I attended my college's yearly Medieval Studies Congress, where people from all over the world came to Kalamazoo just to share their research papers on medieval history and literature. One girl's thesis paper was on the subject of "rueful devils," i.e. depictions of demons in literature where they wanted to repent their sins and redeem themselves, which uniformly ended with the devils' hopes being dashed as they could not fully repent. This idea... possessed me. The idea that the devil could repent, or at least try to - that there could be hope even in the most debauched sinner. It was such a good narrative trope in my eyes - why did it die out centuries ago?

Well, because the church didn't like it, you see. If the devil can repent - if the Absolute King of Evil can choose to become a good person - then he's not very useful as a tool to make people hate the innocent anymore. The devil MUST be "pure evil" to work as intended. A rueful devil, a repentant devil, a devil that can be redeemed, forces us to be more forgiving and kind. It forces us to be better. It prevents us from hating people because an old book says so. And some people just couldn't have that, and so the trope died.

...

After I got my bachelor's degree, I entered the job market and, after applying to fifty different places or so, was finally hired as a high school english teacher about two weeks before the school year started. Said school year was the worst year of my life. Like, I've had extreme self loathing issues and suicidal ideation since, like, sixth grade, but holy shit it was NEVER as bad as it was in that nine month stretch between 2012 and 2013. There was this bridge I had to cross on the way to work each morning, and about two months in the job was so stressful that part of my morning routine was thinking, "You know, if I just swerve to the right, this can all be over and I'll never have to worry again." About halfway in I began drastically losing weight despite not changing my diet or getting more exercise and it was so traumatic that to this day whenever my weight starts to drop my initial reaction is dread rather than excitement. I impulse bought the first two Kung-Fu Panda movies and, after watching each for the first time and crying hideously, proceeded to watch them on repeat for an entire weekend while sobbing myself hoarse for reasons I couldn't comprehend at the time.

I was in Hell. And the devil met me there.

I started writing a story during that year. I didn't get very far, just a couple chapters, but it was one of the few things that gave me a sense of accomplishment. Despite all the stress and sadness and misery, I made something. It was a story about demons, and Hell, and trying to make your life better even when the world around you seems deadset on making you suffer as much as possible.

When my bosses called me into their office at the end of that year and told me that I had to quit my job so the assistant principal could take my teaching position and survive the downsizing they'd get next year, and that if I didn't quit they'd give me the lowest teacher evaluation they could and make it supremely difficult for me to get hired elsewhere... I was relieved. I'd been let out of Hell. After a handful of months left to finish out the year, I was free.

And then I went home, with nothing. No job, no desire to pursue the career for which I'd spent five years and an ungodly amount of money getting a degree to pursue, no nest egg, nothing. Nothing except a few chapters of a book.

The years that followed were hard. I did a lot of temp work, it took me a very long time to find something that worked for me. I may have left the worst year of my life, but there was still a lot of misery waiting for me. And through it all, I felt the need to accomplish... something, ANYTHING. I had to make something to prove I had a reason to exist, even if it was something that only had value to me.

With three years of work, those chapters became my first novel, No Sympathies: A Tale of Those Who Trespass Against Us. It was about the devil, and Hell, and finding salvation even when things seem inescapably bleak. It was my first novel, and now, eight years later, it's the first of five.

The devil saved my life. He saw me at my lowest, lifted me up, whispered, "It'll be ok. You have to keep going. I'll be with you, but you have to keep going," and goddammit, he kept me from swerving right.

That's when I learned the greatest truth about the devil, at least to me. The devil is a tool to make people hate the innocent, yes, this is true, but because of that, the devil can be a savior for the broken, the beaten, and the damned. You can feel like you're worthless, wretched, and doomed. But if the devil can rise from Hell, if the devil can choose to change, if people are willing to pray for the one sinner who needs it most - then there's hope for you too, isn't there?

Demons are creatures of rebellion - against God, against nature, against the powers that be, against doom and damnation itself. They were made to be a tool to hurt the innocent, but that's not what they have to be. Devils can lift us up, because no matter how far you fall, no one can say whether it's the end for you except you.

...I would like to point out that I am being figurative here. The devil does not literally exist, at least not in my view of things. He's a fictional character, nothing more. But he's a prolific fictional character, and how we portray him can say so much about us. And, to me, he is a dear friend, despite being imaginary, because the devil was there for me when I was low, and it was on his wings that I rose from doom.

...again, figuratively, not literally.

[lost-girl-2021]

Hello there mate!

Can I please request more Adopted!Spider Human AU hc?

I really enjoyed the first part you write btw!

It's hella amazing!

Thanks so much! Here're some random ass ideas I had last night, lol. (Also, because I legit forgot that I decided this, he's twelve).

Back to the whole 'confrontation on the sinking boat thing', I think that it would be one of the hardest moments of Spider's life. Because, he has this family— a father —who raised him his entire life. Taught him to hunt, watched his first steps, kept track of his height. They'd done everything for him. Beyond a few wayward thoughts when it came to genetics, he'd barely even thought about his birth father before he was taken.

With Quaritch (and the recoms), he was treated differently. Sure, he still slept next to his birth father at night and the man prepared all of his MRE's using the little water-activated heater so Spider didn't burn himself. And he wasn't allowed any weapons, because he was still technically a prisoner.

But, he wasn't babied. With the Sully's, he was always the little brother, the fragile child. Everyone got worried when he got the tiniest scrapes or bruises. Anytime he climbed the big trees to get fruit like his siblings, someone was waiting at the bottom with a nervously lashing tail. It didn't matter how many times he proved he was capable, he was treated like he was Tuk's age, even though he was already twelve. At twelve, Neteyam was allowed to go into the forest by himself until sunset every day. Spider was barely allowed to use a knife (after an incident with almost losing a thumb).

He loved his family, but it was nice to be treated like he was capable. Sometimes, he was scared that he'd never be treated like an adult in the clan, since he'd be unable to bond with an Ikran, unable to prove he'd become a man.

It was kind of like a Na'vi equivalent of summer camp, at first. When they were making their way through the forest, away from the RDA and the mean general (and the truth). When they got their Ikrans, Spider watched it with a jealous pang. And then, he was sat in front of Quaritch, flying through the air.

And all he could think about was his mama. Taking him for long flights, just the two of them, whenever Spider was feeling down. When he had a nightmare that night, he woke up crying. Because, all he wanted was to be squished between his parents, safe and warm.

I think that after the whole village burnings, Spider would probably feel even worse. Because, he had started to actually believe Quaritch when he said he didn't want to hurt anyone, that he wouldn't hurt Spider.

In this version, Quaritch works to try and mend the sudden rift (caused by him being a complete asshole and trying to mass murder and shit). He lets Spider watch old Earth cartoons on his tablet until the battery is completely drained, he gives him candy for dinner (more than once) and even goes so far as to let Spider play in the sand of one of the empty beaches they fly past.

And, because Spider is twelve, it kind of works for a while. Until the next awful thing, the Tulkun hunt. This time, Quaritch actually makes an effort to keep Spider oblivious to it all. He lets Spider stay up late the night before they go hunting, then leaves him to sleep in. Of course, Spider wakes up and goes looking for someone he knows and finds his way above ground just as the chaos starts.

He sees two of his siblings and a Metkayina girl cuffed to the railing, sees Quaritch as the one leading the charge. I think instead of a casual conversation, Lo'ak would probably flip out. In this, that's not his friend, that's his younger brother,

"Spider? Spider! Are you hurt?" Lo'ak screamed, thrashing around even pinned to the ground.

Was Spider hurt? "I'm fine, bro. What— "

He tried to take a step forward, but two human soldiers grabbed him as Quaritch waved a hand. "Take him to the bridge."

"No, no— Lo'ak!" He yelped, straining as he was lifted up by the duo, dragged up the stairs.

Blah, blah, blah

Instead of Neteyam and Lo'ak rescuing Spider, they leave with out him. Ik they normally wouldn't, so maybe Neteyam did get shot, or Lo'ak did, just not fatally. So, they had to leave. The Sully family (minus Spider) meet up again and Lo'ak tells Jake that Spider's on board the ship.

Cue Neytiri and Jake going all 'crazy fight scene' intense and leaving to rescue Spider from the sinking ship. Neytiri goes one way, Jake goes the other, because they have no clue where he could be and limited time to search.

Jake ends up tracking down Spider just as Quaritch finds him too. This is where we get that little scene I wrote before, Imma clip it in rn and then add onto it.

“Spider, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, just take a breath.” Dad soothed, reaching towards him. Spider had missed his dad so much, had missed his voice and his hugs and—

“He said you lied.” Spider cried, all of the confusion of the past few months rushing to the surface. “He— he said Paz was a part of the RDA. That you killed her! He . . . he said he’s my real dad.”

“I’m your dad. I’m the one who taught you to walk and hunt and fish— “

“Because I never got the chance!” Quaritch shouted from Spider’s other side. Both of them were a mere arms length away, but neither made a move. “Your mother never got the chance.”

“Spider, we can talk about everything tomorrow, I promise. But, ‘Teyam’s hurt and your Mama needs you— I need you. You need to come home.”

“You left me.” He whimpered. “You left the forest.”

“We were always going to come for you— “

“They didn’t.” Quaritch snapped. “I was the one who protected you from the general. I was the one who took care of you— “

“He stole you. Tuk and your mama haven’t stopped crying since that day.” He insisted. "Your brother have been making you new arrows and we brought all of your things with. Norm and Max have barely even slept, they've been searching nonstop."

"I— " Spider blinked away tears, cheeks itchy and hot. "I don't know what to do."

"Come with me, Spider. We— we can ride the Ikrans as much as you want and you can have your own tablet— whatever you want, son."

"Baby, Spider-baby, come to me. Come to Dad, please." Dad's voice was gruff, but his eyes were wide the same way they were when Spider broke his arm two years ago. He was scared.

He lunged towards his dad, latching onto his leg. Quaritch roared behind them and suddenly his mama was there, pulling him from Dad and into the water. She pressed on the back of his head, making him hide his masked face in her shoulder as she latched onto a sea creature he had only seen in passing. She was whispering a million things in his ear, but none of it was loud enough to drown out the fighting behind them.

Spider is taken to safety, reunites (properly) with his siblings and meets Tsireya, who Lo'ak swears he does not like when Spider asks him later. And it's so good to be back with his family that it takes him a couple days to realize that Quaritch is dead. That his dad killed his father.

#avatar #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #avatar way of water #atwow spider #spider #atwow fanfiction #atwow #avatar fanfiction

[nottapossum]

Helluva Boss Classification AU: Itty Bitty Imps as Caregivers/Littles PT 1: More detailed Character notes

Fizzarolli 💚

Classification:

74% little.

26% Neutral type: Entertainer

Super sweet and Caring of others:

-Fizz hates to disappoint people, He'd do anything to keep them happy, even if it's not in his control, he tends to feel bad when he sees others upset for any reason.

-He Loves to help other littles' and will offer to help clean up even if he didn't make a mess. He's also willing to help translate or call out to get a caregiver's attention if said little is too scared to.

Little Angel!

-Fizz very rarely argues when asked to do something, he wants Ozzie to be happy, and he's willing to do almost anything, even if he doesn't really enjoy being told what to do all the time.

-Every now and then Fizz will argue with Ozzie, but he always apologizes when he does without any prompting.

-Fizz is eager to get any praise, so he usually does what his caregiver says without question.

Shy

-Takes Fizz time to get used to new friends or caregivers, he puts way too much pressure on himself to be perfect, and always thinks people are rightfully judging him.

-Not only is Fizz shy, but he also deals with Severe social and generalized Anxiety.

Entertainer

-Loves to entertain everyone, especially loved to lift others up when sad by singing or putting on a show to make them laugh.

Little things!

-Fizz calls Asmodeus: Daddy, Ozzie, or Oz.

-His favorite toy is actually the jungle gym Asmodeus has set up for him, he’s usually very active and loves to do flips and tricks.

-He loves wearing dresses and tutu’s when he’s little, he also always loves to have clown makeup on and will fuss a little when Ozzie takes it off before bedtime/naptime

-Fizzarolli does NOT like nap time, he doesn’t express it verbally, he just kinda pouts while crossing his arms to make sure Ozzie knew he hated it.

-Fizz loves to do anything active or creative, he doesn’t really like number games or learning anything when little, he also hates puzzles because they look too much like the box, he'd much rather play in a way that encourages freedom of creativity.

-Fizz loves legos and coloring! (Ozzie ends up stepping on a lot of legos and crayons.)

-Fizz’s favorite Movies/shows to watch while little are: Dumbo, Encanto, JoJo’s circus, Lilo and Stitch Bluey, The greatest showman, robots, meet the robinsons, and Treasure Planet. (He also secretly really loves all the Disney Princess movies, but he’s yet to express his love for it to Blitzø…he wants him to think he’s cool)

-He likes a lot of movies, but they don’t entertain him that long unless he’s fixated on them, then he must rewatch the same movie at least 40 times a day. (This annoys Asmodeus slightly, but he never shows it.)

-Fizz loves bubbles! If you give him bubbles, you’ve made a friend for life.

-Currently Fizz and Ozzie are reading a chapter of Alice in Wonderland every night before bedtime (when he’s regressed.) Fizz loves the Cheshire Cat the most! But he doesn’t care much for the cartoon.

-Fizz sleeps in a crib, even though he’s not a baby. He likes it.

-Fizz also likes using pacifiers when he’s stressed out even though he’s usually over 4 years old. (Ozzie says it doesn’t matter how old he is, binkie's are for everyone.)

-Fizz likes helping people, and he loves getting called pet names and being praised for good behavior.

-He gets a little... crazy if he gets his robotic hands on any candy…best to not give him any.

-Fizz loves dolls, but he doesn’t play dolls with Blitzø unless they’re props for their current game. (He doesn’t want Blitzø to make fun of him. His dolls hide in his closet for safety.)

-He loves elephants, horses, and Robots!

-He loves Five Nights at Freddy’s, even as a little! His favorite is Sun&Moon, mangle, and Circus Baby!

Favorite drink: Chocolate milk

Favorite food: Banana pudding and frosted animal crackers

Asmodeus: 💙

Classification

50% Neutral, type Ruler 📏 (Heh...get it?)

50% Guardian

Eager to learn

-Ozzie is still new to caregiving, but he's willing to learn all he can, especially for Fizz's sake.

-He asks Stolas for help and watches many videos on caregiving, he even takes notes.

-He’s worried that just because he’s not a naturally classified Caregiver, he’s going to get it wrong. The reality is, he's one of the absolute best caregivers out there 💙

-He’s very by the book, if a book says read to Fizzarolli every night, he does, if Stolas says Fizz needs a proper routine, he’ll make one and stick to it.

-Sometimes Ozzie overcompensating or being too organized annoys Fizz, because he’d rather spend the whole day playing freely, but he doesn’t argue, Ozzie usually makes it as fun as possible for Fizz:

“Brushing our teeth? Let’s play some music!”

“Have to take a nap? Let’s read your favorite book and cuddle for a few minutes!”

“We need to ride in the car, how many red objects can you find on the road?”

Loves to play with the littles

-Asmodeus enjoys doing Fizz’s makeup, playing games, and running around with the littles in the playroom, unfortunately he gets embarrassed when other caregivers are around (like Stolas) because he’s worried they won’t take him seriously, so he rarely engages during Fizzarolli’s play dates.

A little strict

-Asmodeus does find little antics enjoyable to watch, that is unless he’s the one who has to deal with them. He doesn’t have a lot of patience to deal with brats. Good thing Fizz is a literal angel.

-He always makes sure Fizz drinks plenty of water and eats healthy while regressed (even when big, he’ll bribe Fizz to eat healthy foods and constantly remind him to drink water.)

-Don’t get him wrong though, Fizz could literally ask for anything and Asmodeus will provide it. He doesn’t care what it is, Fizz is getting it…unless it’s candy. He’d buy an entire toy store if it would make Fizz Smile.

Struggles showing Emotions

-Asmodeus is the embodiment of Lust, so he doesn’t always show emotions like sadness, anger, or literally anything but happiness around others. Because of this, Fizzarolli feels he can’t show negative emotions either sometimes. (This may affect their relationship more- but it does affect Little Fizz who looks up to Ozzie and wants to be just like him.)

-Ozzie worries a lot about his image and what others think about him, but he’s learning to be more open and honest with his boyfriend and friends.

Nicknames!

-Ozzie likes coming up with pet names!

-His favorites names for little Fizz are: Bug/love bug, Beetle, caterpillar, Bot, Gadget, Toaster, Fizzy/Fizz, little one, Frogger, frog, Fizzy the frog, Fizzy frog, tadpole, Baby, jester, Funtime Fizzarolli, and little clown.

-Favorite nicknames for Blitzø: Gremlin, pup, kitten, Taz/Tasmanian Devil, kiddo, tiny one, and little dragon. (Will be using some of these later lol)

-Favorite nicknames when talking to both littles: Carneys, pups, hooligans, little ones.

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LMK if you have more Headcannons about these guys. I’d love to chat with y’all. It’s fun! Even if you disagree with me, it’s cool. We’re friendly and open minded here.

Taglist: @todayimfour

#helluva boss age regression #asmodeus #helluva asmodeus #cg!ozzie #fizzarozzie #fizzarolli #itty bitty imps #sfw interaction only #helluva boss agere #little!fizzarolli

[camilaxmartin]

Hi again😆 if it's no trouble I was wondering if you could do more Shuri x reader headcannons, this time where the reader has a movie night with Shuri in Wakanda. Idk about you but I definitely think that even though Wakandans have advanced technology they definitely wouldn't use it for Tiktok or YouTube and stuff like that probably because they don't really know about it even if they witnessed it when a few of them went to America but anyways. They are in Shuri's room watching a movie on a projector or something idk😭 but yh Shuri gets to experience a movie with the reader.

I literally have another idea but imma leave you with this😂. I think I might become a regular 😭😂.

Love you ❤🫂

ღ movie nights

hi sun! thank you soo much for this request!! when i read it my imagination just got straight up to work. i got a bit carried away at the end but i hope it makes it better! and yes, i love your ideas so don’t be shy to become my regular<3

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: movie nights with shuri

warnings: f!reader; nothing really

notes: i just wrote this in totally different style than i usually do but oh well, we should try different things right?

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• okay okay so

• i think shuri would be into watching anything you like

• of course she’d have her own preferences but like everything is acceptable as long as you’re happy (fine, almost everything)

• i also feel like she would love horror movies but not because they’re scary but because she’s laughing while watching them

• yap, she’s the type of person to laugh at the most scary jump scare you’ve ever seen in you life

• if you’re also into horror movies i think it’d be your most viewed genre of films

• i have a feeling you two would make a list of best to worst scary films you two have seen together

• and also list of the ones were she was laughing her ass of and/or you were looking at her in pure horror

• unless you also laugh at these

• well then, that list would be common

• but if you’re not so much into horror movies (like me) i know for a fact shuri would sometimes just play this type for you to snuggle up with her when you’re scared or when you just generally don’t want to watch certain scenes

• also if you’d be really scared she would talk you out of it

• literally i see it so clearly, you sit between her legs, your back rested on her front, her fingers playing with yours

• and she whispers those sweet nothings to your ear

• “you know why i laughed so hard? well if you look closely you can see the tip of the microphone in the corner. also it isn’t physically possible for human body to do THAT and then run over 5 miles and STILL be able to fight this cheaply dressed up guy with a knife that was oh so accidentally laying there and MISS! it’s pure comedy, really”

• and you would actually start to notice those little things more because of her

• and see for yourself that she’s totally right

• even tho jump scares still have your heart rate rising up high and quickly the other scenes loose there magic a bit when you not even consciously get to see little mistakes coming along with them

• of course, she wouldn’t make you watch horror movies with, if you actually despise them

• but she would mind watching them with you even from time to time

• as i said before she would be cool with watching almost anything

• i think she wouldn’t admit to it but she would really enjoy watching some cartoons with you

• it’s just like a bit of break from the real, sad world

• cartoons were everything will turn out good at the end

• or the ones with totally no sense at all

• just something that will be able to take her mind off from everything or anything that’s happening

• you would love those nights too

• shuri would prepare everything, as usual

• you’d have popcorn, some chips, the sweet ones and the salty, some cookies you two probably baked together an hour ago, she would adore jelly candy, don’t know why she just would, and she would always have them in almost every flavour she could find! and every color. the red ones, blue, green, yellow, orange and even purple! our girl loves having the whole ass rainbow on her table

• she’s more of a salty than sweet person but jelly candy are the only exception

• i think more of the movie nights you two would spend at the top of the palace

• she just loves the comfy feeling of breeze while laying with her girl

• she would definitely prefer for you to lay on her so you can see the movie as clear as possible without the possibility of her getting in the way for you

• for her own she just doesn’t care that much, i mean she knows what’s happening so that’s enough

• unless you two watch one of her favourite movies

• then if she could she would come into the screen

• you often need to tell and sometimes even drag her to sit a bit further cause, first she blocks your vision and the only thing you can see is her back (not that you don’t like this view it’s just in that moment you’d prefer to watch the movie) and second, sitting so close is damaging for her eye sight (not that she’s not aware of that)

• i feel like at the roof she would have a big white screen just for watching movies with you

• at first she was always taking it down when the two of you were done, but now it just stays there looking at the fact that your movie nights are pretty common way of spending your time together now

• i feel like she would constantly play with you hair if not your fingers, this girl just need to keep her fingers busy with something (if you catch my drift-)

• besides loving the times you two you’d have movie nights at the top of her palace i think there would also be many times where you’d just snuggle up in your shared bed and watch something on the projector she has in her room

• i also think sometimes she would just accompany you when you’re watching one of your series (even though she would have no clue what’s going on and you were to caught up in watching to explain everything to her. knowing to well she would just forget everything the minute you stop talking)

• i have a strong feeling shuri wouldn’t be the type of person to watch series she’s a total movie person

• but as i said, she wouldn’t mind just laying next to you while you’re watching something from your genre

• i think that wouldn’t work the other way tho

• it’s easier to catch up with a movie or even a series of let’s say five movies than in a whole series, so it’s easier situation for you

• at the end i think those movie nights would be one of shuri’s favourite moments with you

• i’m sure she even asked you to be her girlfriend at one of them, i’m 100% certain of this

• it was a night filled up with only the movies you’ve chosen

• shuri explained herself she’s not in the mood to chose something tonight which was the biggest lie of the decade

• of course it was one for the times when you two were at the roof of the palace

• she prepared everything

• snacks? check.

• whole list of movies? check.

• pillows and blankets? check.

• your favourite plushies? check. (most of them were gift from her)

• everything was as it was supposed to be.

• she took you to the roof covering your eyes and finally she took her hands away when you were standing right where she wanted you

• the smiled that appeared on your face that moment was the best thing she could ever wish for

• beside you, of course

• and when the sun was starting to set in, you began your movie night

• you were laying next to shuri while she was playing with your fingers

• i think you were two movies in when suddenly she stopped it by touching one of the stones on her bracelet

• she sat up and you did the same moment after her

• you looked her a bit surprised, but when you saw her face you knew something bigger was up

• she then started the movie again but quieting it a bit

• and it was your total favourite from the whole list

• your attention came back to the screen for a second only realising that it was your favourite scene

• then your attention went back to her when she immediately took your hands in hers and squeezed them a bit

• and she just asked “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

• it take you a bit by a surprise but as soon as you came back to you senses you replied “of course!”

• and shuri smiled with as bright smile as you did when she brought you there that night

#request #reqs open #request open #shuri #mcu shuri #shuri imagine #shuri request #queen shuri #shuri fic #shuri x reader #black panther request #shuri black panther #black panther shuri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther imagine #black panther

[tf2yall]

Mercs hygiene habits?

Sorry this took so long 💔 here u go!!!

Scout

Ok based on general vibes, im pretty sure scout would think deodorant was a fancy roll up kind of candy. But on the other hand i think his ma raised him right and he cleans himself regularly

Always takes very quick showers as he hates standing still for too long. (And he's just used to having to be fast as he grew up in a house full of too many people for one bathroom) Would probably use regular body wash as shampoo.

Brushes his teeth once a day before bed.

All in all, most of the time he just smells like a teenage boy. It's not incredibly intense, but it is definitely there

Soldier

His hygiene routine is very military-like

Ice cold showers that are precisely two minutes long. Beard and hair always cropped down to the skin. Unscented bar soaps.

That being said, once he starts dating Zhanna, she occasionally throws perfume or something at him to get him to stop smelling quite so much like sweat and blood

Soldier discovers that he quite likes perfume. And if anyone says anything about it, he's kicking their ass straight to the moon. (Which he doesn't actually believe exists, but thats a different matter entirely. He has a whole conspiracy theory about it)

Pyro

Nobody really knows what Pyro's hygiene care is like. They always kick everyone else out of the bathroom whenever they want to use it

Prefers baths over showers and got Engineer to install a tub for them. The water is always ridiculously hot and if anyone were to come in they wouldn't even be able to see Pyro behind all that steam

Pyro smells nice. Not that anyone else would ever be able to tell beneath their suit, but they know and they're happy :3

Is definitely the reason why Spy's fancy soaps keep going missing

Heavy

Y'know those like scrubby brushes on sticks you see people using in cartoons? For some reason I see him having one of those.

Smells neutrally nice. Like, he smells nice but he also doesn't smell like anything?? Occasionally has a tendency to smell almost medicinal because of all the time he spends with Medic.

Brushes his teeth but doesn’t floss. He also won't start because Medic annoyed him too much about it and now it's a principle thing.

He can grow hair, but he likes it shaved because it's easier to look after.

Demo

Pretty good at taking care of himself. He washes his hands a lot so he doesn't accidentally end up mixing chemicals or getting them on food or something

Has a rubber ducky. Someone (Scout) scribbled a little eye patch on it and Demo is careful to touch it up every time it starts to wash off

Even though he takes a shower after work every day, he pretty much always smells like alcohol and gunpowder. It's not entirely pleasant but I also don't think he knows so don't tell him. You'll hurt his feelings :(

Takes very good care of his teeth because he didn’t when he was younger and now is utterly terrified of losing them.

Engineer

Okay, I don't know if you've ever smelled a mechanic, but he smells like a mechanic. Basically engine oil and dirt and grease and steel. But like. In a good way.

His hygiene habits are shit. Everyone thinks he's got it together, but in reality he's just the best of the mercs at acting normal. Sometimes he'll get too involved in projects and stay up all night and then you'll catch him hurridly washing up in the sink ten minutes before he's due on the battlefield.

He can't grow hair on his head and he's actually really self-conscious about it. He keeps trying out new methods of encouraging hair growth and trying to invent some himself. Spy knows about all of these attempts and is waiting for the perfect opportunity to blackmail him with it.

For some reason I see him as an ice cold shower kind of guy.

Medic

Obsessively clean in some ways and very nonchalant in others. Won't bat an eye if there's blood all over his shirt but will scream at someone for twenty minutes if they track mud inside.

Like Pyro, he prefers baths to showers, although he doesn't have them quite so hot. Usually bathes with Archimedes in the room because he throws a fit if Medic doesn't let him in. He also occasionally has long drawn out conversations with Demo's rubber ducky.

Has no qualms about nudity and if he has a good idea in the middle of a shower he can and will run off to act on it without even bothering to grab a pair of pants.

Smells like a hospital except when he's JUST come out of the bath. His body wash smells of roses and his shampoo smells generically nice.

Sniper

Smells like urine

Gonna be honest here, Sniper the feral beast man rarely showers. He'll do it if he wants to make a good impression or something, but mostly he just rinses himself off with a rag and a bucket.

His hair is greasy as all shit because he doesn't wash it. He just rinses it and calls it a day.

I have nothing nice to say about Sniper's hygiene habits. I love him, but he very stinky

Spy

A fucking diva. Has a daily skin care routine, uses bath salts, has special conditioner so that his hair doesn't get all weird because it's under his mask all the time.

Has a private bathroom. What, you think he's going to use the same bathroom as those lunatics? Absolutely not and he's disgusted that you'd think so.

Has fancy plush towels that he bought somewhere in Europe and he will stab you if you try and take them.

Smells of expensive cologne.

#tf2 headcanons #demo #heavy #medic #pyro #scout #spy #sniper #engineer #soldier

[dethkomic]

The End

Well gang... Here we are. The end of an era!

Okay, so, maybe not that. But certainly the end of a dethkomic. For now, hehe.

I want you guys to know something. I want those of you who have only been with the fandom for a little while to know someone.

That's me... a younger me... in front of my artist alley table at NYCC in 2013. The Klokateer on the left is my friend, Holkie.

Her real name was Holly, and she was a New York native who braved the ridiculous train and subway systems that day (It was Saturday, so things were nuts) just to come out and meet a random person she met through the Metalocalypse fandom. I was surprised and delighted to see her for the first time, live and in person. I gave her some of my werewolf comics, we talked MTL, and generally had a good time. Unfortunately, that was both the first and last time we'd ever see one another in the flesh.

Holkie died in late 2020, just a few months before the Metalocalypse movie was announced. It's a shame she isn't still here to see the show conclude. But I'm willing to go on record and say without her, and her dedication and genuine hard work as a fan, we might not be getting a movie otherwise. She ran the original Dethklok Minute on Livejournal and continued that work here on Tumblr for a time. It kept us fans up-to-date and looking forward to more Dethklok in a time when news about the show was hard to come by, and interest threatened to wane in-between seasons(that's just how it is when you're a fan of an animated series). I know wherever she is, if there's any justice to be had in this life and whatever happens after, she's somewhere biding her time before the premiere with my other friend (and yours) Jon Schnepp. And in the great hereafter, the two of them will have front-row seats in a theatre with a kickass surround sound system. And there'll be a 3D IMAX option. And Dorito dispensers. And candy snake tits. Whatever they are.

I thought a lot about Hokie when I wrapped this comic. I got emotional more than a little when I was writing the eulogy given by her own Klokateer OC, Janet. You might guess that Janet's speech had as much to do with Cherry as it did Holkie, and you'd be right about that. But more so, I wanted it to be a statement to all of us.

When you have a fandom like ours -- a bunch of people who believe in a little cartoon show about heavy metal idiot-gods that hasn't had the ability/huge budget of other shows to churn out official content on a regular basis... and in spite of that -- in spite of apparent cancellation, even -- it still manages to come up with a great storyline, memorable characters, and captures the imaginations of talented masses like yourselves who have managed to make some of the most compelling fan-content on the internet for over a decade, now... It defies probability. And in our case, it defies being cancelled without a resolution.

I think that's something quite special. And it's worth celebrating.

Today is Halloween here in the USA. In our fandom, it's also the last day of Kloktober 2022. To me, this has always been a special time of year -- and I sometimes feel, even more than January 1st, it's a time of celebration for what has come to pass. It's a time of reflection and looking back. It's a time of looking forward to what will be. I can think of no better time to say thank you to each and every one of you dethkomic readers out there, for making this a kickass year. Thank you all -- my MTL friends from the internet, casuals who lurk in our fandom, people who are or who have worked on the show, and everyone in general, for keeping the faith. Thanks for keeping the torch burning.

Holkie, wherever you are, we hope we're doing you proud. This comic has been dedicated to you. And I really miss you. We all do.

Here's to the end. Here's to what's to come. Here's to you all.

Remember... Dethkomic loves you.

#the end #for now #dethkomic future #dethkomic past #dethklok #metalocalypse #mtl #mtl oc #kloktober2022

[greta-van-slut]

Josh as a dad

Always reading to the kids before bed , making up stories as they fall asleep, or sharing stories from when he was on the road

Likes to take the kids shopping with him

Likes to take the kids to see grandma Karen and see uncle Danny,Jake, and Sammy

Likes to sit in the floor and play with the kids for hours

Likes to take them outside on nature trails and show them things about nature

Likes to play music with them or listen to music

Likes to watch their favorite cartoon at night with them until they fall asleep in his arms

When they get scared from a nightmare or just something he lets them cuddle up in bed with you and him

Throws the best birthday parties

Takes a lot of pictures and videos of the kids (especially when they are little and start walking or talking and etc.)

Likes to play board games with them ( candy land would be a instant favorite and gets played all the time)

Makes their favorite breakfast every morning and their favorite snack later on in the day

Brings them to the studio with him because he loves the company

Takes them to the park and pushes them in the swing

When the kids are little babies he likes to feed them all the time and just cuddle them in general

Likes to do arts and crafts with them especially during the big holidays (Halloween, Thanksgiving,and Christmas)

Well that's all I have for now, I'll try to make a part two to this and how Josh would be a boyfriend if you guys want me to keep going with theses!!! :)

#classic rock #hard rock #rock #blogger #music #danny wagner #jake gvf #gvf #josh gvf #sammy gvf #greta van fic

[danny-chase]

It’s always been weird to me that while the Fab Five (Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, Wally West, Roy Harper and Garth) are rightly too old for the Teen Titans and have all “graduated” so to speak, the same seemingly isn’t the case for the New Teen Titans generation as well? Like Cyborg, Starfire, Beast Boy and Raven should all be in their early twenties at least? Vic and Kory moved on in the New 52, but Gar and Raven seem perpetually stuck where they started, when frankly I’d rather see how they could work in other team dynamics - say, Raven in the Shadowpact/Justice League Dark and Beast Boy with Justice League International. What do you think?

Calling what happened to Kory in the New52 "moving on" is pretty generous. like she worked with a different team, but like. she was there to be eye candy to male readers (which has been a problem in titans comics too, but generally titans comics give her a bit more... purpose???) This is beside the point though.

The thing to me is - the titans aren't just a team, they started out as friends in the og series, they lived together (under Mr. Jupiter), and helped each other grow up, and eventually it seemed like they outgrew one another and went their separate ways - as you do when you grow up, you leave your family.

Then Raven brought together a new generation of the Titans, bringing along some of the old ones (Dick, Wally, Donna) and adding in some new ones (Gar, Kory, Vic) and i think in this iteration of the Titans, they grew closer than they had before, partly because out of this generation - a lot of them didn't have anywhere else to go. Like Raven - who brought them together - couldn't go home to Azarath, so Titans Tower, effectively became her home. Kory couldn't go home - she started living with Donna soon after. Dick was on the outs with Bruce (for different reasons pre and post crisis), Dayton sucks as a parent to Gar, Donna's got the Amazons but she's outgrown them (and at least in the first titans series, they left her behind at one point and she was living in the titans cave until Roy was like "guys you know she's living here right" and they found her an apartment), Vic's dad dies soon after the series starts, and Wally is mr. normal because marv didn't like him. The characters at this point were mostly adult, and found family in one another. And eventually everything blew up because *gestures vaguely at DC editorial making stupid decisions*

Now from here we have The Teen Titans (1996) as the next iteration of the Titans which is it's own unique team with all new characters. After that there's The Titans 1999 which has the fab five + Vic + Kory + Jesse + Toni + Grant. And they directly formed because the fab five missed each other, they missed being with their family. And of course this also ends in disaster - Donna and Lilith die and they split again, leading to Teen Titans (2003) and Outsiders (2003) and eventually this generation of the titans don't come back until The Titans (2008)

To me, though. The titans aren't something you outgrow. They're a family - they're messy as hell, yeah, but they all love each other and they need time away from one another, but they're family. One of the reasons I dislike Teen Titans (2003) so much is because the core four doesn't feel like family to me (they feel like a friend group in the middle of their break up era), they're there out of obligation of fucking things up with Donna (and they shit on the old version of the Titans more than I like). Kory, Vic, and Gar are there as mentors, they're there because it's the titans and they'll always be there for the titans. And the arcs it gives Raven and Joey i just... they literally understood the characters so poorly. This is also the comic that started de-aging Raven and Gar, and forced them together to match the shipping that went on because of the cartoon *blegh* I would also like to point out, that I feel like this comic does have Kory and Vic as older - so at this point they join the fab five in graduating age wise

Now in Titans (2008) which is a comic that is. such a mixed bag (flaming dumpster fire, with some occasional sweet issues). We have a lineup that has: Dick, Roy, Donna, Raven, Vic, Kory, and Gar. Raven and Gar are younger, due to de-aging, but again, it's a team brought together in crisis because their family is being attacked. And they fall apart again, Deathstroke makes his own version of the Titans *blegh* and the reboot happens erasing the Titans all together up till Titans Hunt. The rebirth line ups are pretty ehhh in my opinion

I think one of the issues with the Titans stems from the fact that they think Robin is replaceable, and they can just slot which ever one they want in, mostly match up with the lineup on the cartoon and boom success. Yeah no. The appeal of Titans to me is the found family dynamic, and having a Robin younger that's not Dick, erases all that messy family history, and while you can successfully start writing new dynamics, a lot of the writers do so... poorly. Like I only read the first 30 issues or so of Teen Titans (2003) before giving up, and Tim felt out of place on the Titans - they didn't really do much to build up Kory and Vic's relationship with him, and had him as the de-facto leader of the core four, despite them previously voting him out of the role (because he's Robin and Robins get to be the leaders or something). Then you have Damian kidnapping 4 characters that are stronger than him to start off his Teen Titans Rebirth run, which i thought was super dumb. They may have different Robins on the Titans at different points at time, but the Titans are Dick's family, they're part of his history, they're where he grew out of the Robin role (which frustratingly was erased by NW: Year One) and became his own man/hero. They're people he grew up with, they're people he helped grow up, and so on. Just swapping him out and expecting things to work is silly to me, there's a reason the other titans heroes listen to Dick and that respect was built up through decades of comics, you have a lot to build off of rather than starting from scratch

Now another issue as i've mentioned, is this idea that they have to match the cartoon to get people to read. And it's so frustrating!! The titans were popular as a comic first! The cartoon totally shaved down the characters to make them easily identifiable to the kids watching the TV shows and Kory and Raven's characters especially never recovered. Like all you need to do is read the first issue of the Starfire SOLO to see how badly her character was impacted - yeah she got to grow up, but at what cost 😭. i think you're equivalating growing up and moving on as a character to getting good content but you can't look me in the eyes and tell me Kory's been treated better outside of Titans comics (at best she's treated the same, at worst the comics make me so uncomfortable i have to put them down). The show also spawned the stupid as fuck ship between Raven and Gar, which would have never happened between their comic book counterparts, and requires constantly aging Raven down to messily slot them together. I think yeah, Gar was always going to be a bit younger than the Titans, because he started out roughly 3 years younger than most of them. At this point i feel like the comics have just shot themselves in the foot by insisting the two must be a pair at all times, and that Raven must follow her personality in the cartoon (single word: goth). I don't think just putting them on new teams is going to fix that. i think a writer is going to have to do actual research on their characters, stop just referencing the toon, and commit to writing them older and possibly broken up. putting them on different teams or giving them solos would be an opportunity to define them outside of one another and the titans, but as we saw with the Starfire solo, unless they actually commit to doing the "hard" work of doing research, you're just going to get the same old garbage as a result

TLDR: i don't think the Titans is something you graduate, i think it's a family, and i don't putting Gar and Raven with different teams would automatically "fix" their de-aging issue

#this is long and rambly so apologies if it's not coherent #asks #anon #teen titans

[justasimplesinner]

(I know requests are closed right now but) could you do Oswald Cobblepot (particularly the Arkham games and The Batman cartoon) with like, just a really tall girlfriend? I know everyone is tall compared to him, but I'm talking his gf being above average tall, like 6'5. I like to imagine her sitting him in her lap or something as a joke but he actually ends up liking it because it means he's level with their boobs 😈

*violently daydreaming even tho im 5'2 on a good day*

Arkhamverse!Oswald Cobblepot with a tall reader hcs:

oh baby he was smitten with you. which was just slightly funny because he reached maybe up to your lowest rib if you didn't wear heels

you two met at the Lounge, you came by with your friends and it was hard not to notice the owner when he stepped in to get through to the back of the club and his office. and it was just as hard for him not to notice you

it was a very amusing situation, because most of the time when men tried to hit at you it looked basically like this: "hey :)" *you stand up with a smile* "nay :(" people were intimidated by your sheer height. i mean, it's not every day you see a gal this tall, it's not even every day you see a man this tall. and then there was this literal midget shooting his shot

he waddled up to you all smooth and charming, immediately going for the kill with his compliments. he invited you over to his table, and just to please you allowed your friends as well, but it was you he was after in the end

he was a very peculiar man, not just for his looks. he had a very specific sense of humour but his laugh was contagious, at least to you. his voice was loud and gravelly, if a bit squeaky at times, but he was also a gentleman. his materialism was clear as a day, and his wealth assured that despite not being the most conventionally handsome, he presented himself well and his presence commanded the whole room

you remember asking about the bottle stuck around his eye and him telling you the whole story with all the gruesome details. that was the first time you thought he was really fun to be around and that's when you really started your journey down the rabbit hole

he was courting you, and he was doing it hard and fast. and he was also doing a very good job, since soon enough you could call yourself his darling

he loves showing you around. wherever he goes, you go. and even if you can't, you go. Oswald always gets what he wants

actually encourages you to wear heels. he doesn't give a shit that makes him look even shorter. he religiously believes that whenever you're with him, people stop paying attention to how little he is and instead look at how big you are. he killed two birds with one stone - somehow, he doesn't look so short and he has the perfect arm candy by his side

likes trailing his hands up your legs whenever you two stand side to side

has the best clothes tailored for you, and is surprisingly keen at you wearing the same color scheme as him. says it makes you look his

somehow, despite size difference, he can still consume way more alcohol than you. practice makes perfect i guess

he can be really soft behind closed doors. he's generally rough around the edges, a simple man that likes to flaunt his wealth, but he's not empty inside. he does love you deep from his rotten heart and he makes sure to show you that

while his affections in public are more possessive, when you two are alone he can be gentle

it doesn't matter you're twice his size, he still calls you 'little dove/birdie'. you'll always be his little sweetheart, nothing will change that

sitting in his lap is impossible since you'll literally cover him whole, and god forbid he sits in your lap (it's emasculating! he's still the man in the relationship, no matter who's taller!), but he loves it when you lay your head on his thighs in bed. and may also love it if you finally convince him to do the same to you

you catch him looking at your legs and ass all the time. and he will gift you very short dresses so he has a nice view as well. he's shameless

as much as he hates feeling weak and emasculated, he loves it when you drape your arm across his shoulders or the back of his chair whenever you two sit down. and if you scratch at the back of his head and neck? he's in heaven honey

loves it when you crouch/lean down to kiss him. he can't explain it, but it gives him feels

and don't tell anyone i said that, but he loves being the small spoon with you. you always wrap your whole body around him like a blanket and it's the best feeling in the world. that makes him soft. that makes him hella soft. no one can know

#my writing #headcannons #fluff #arkhamverse #oswald cobblepot #penguin #the penguin

[juddygirl]

Baby just tease me, got no family plan ficlet

It’s almost shameful the amount of luggage they had to pack for this flight back to his hometown. Two suitcases each, half of it just for Bella, even though his parents have told Daniel they’ve got everything they’ll need back home. They even bought her a big girl’s bed. But Daniel caved in and let her pack a hand suitcase just for toys and teddies. 

Max apprehends the whole flight there, the overlay in Dubai late at night, and the jet lag once they will have made it to Perth. He’s also petrified to stay with his in-laws for the very first time. They talked on the phone, and he met his mother, but never his father. Even if Daniel talks highly of them, Max is still scared, because of the age gap, because of the fact that he’s barely 21 and already a dad. He tells Daniel he’s fine that he’s okay with this, but the truth is that he called his mother and sister crying and freaking out. 

They got her a seat, just in case she refuses to sit on their lap. But take-off is too scary and she doesn’t want to leave Max’s side. He tries to distract her with colouring books and even lets her watch some cartoons on his phone but she’s scared. It’s too loud, she wants it to stop. All her whining is stressing him out. 

She slaps the flight attendant's hand away when they offer her candy. He wants the ground to swallow them up and apologies to them. They don’t mind, and reassure Max, that she’ll be fine. 

Bella eats the bread off of his tray when dinner is served and she remains calm for the rest of the flight, while Daniel plays with her hair. 

While they wait in Dubai for their next flight, there are already ten drawings for Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe. She drew all the animals they said they have, the five chickens and three cats. 

She talks about the kangaroos and koalas, about Daniel’s promise to go see them in nature to the man who had the misfortune to be in the row behind them on their way to Perth. They have to cave in and let her watch Frozen, again and again, to leave the poor man alone. 

“Thank god for we brought this stroller,” Daniel says. 

He kisses Max’s forehead as a sign of gratitude once he’s put Bella down without waking her up. Jet lag is already getting to her. She’s hugging her little kangaroo, tight. She has changed into her princess Anna dress, she wanted to look pretty for her grandparents. 

They are waiting for them at arrival. They’ve been texting Daniel every minute, telling him how much they can’t wait to meet them. Max now understands where Daniel got his over-the-top personality. 

“Oh my god, they are here.” Max can read on his mother-in-law’s lips.

She's gripping her husband’s arm, digging her manicured fingernails into his flesh. He’s as excited as she is, impatient to take them in their arms and finally properly meet Daniel’s little family. 

She pulls Max in her arms before her son, and she’s just like he remembered her, warm, kind, and generous. He thinks she has mumbled a little thank you but he isn’t sure. Daniel’s dad pats him on the pat and Max nearly flies back to Amsterdam. 

“For fuck sack, dad. Be gentle.” Daniel says, checking that Max is okay. 

They did prepare for their arrival. There’s a baby seat for Bella, with a doll sitting there. Max ends up holding it until they reach the restaurant they’ve booked. Daniel is starving and really missed Australian food. 

As soon as she wakes up to the smell of food, Bella makes conversation with her grandparents. It was meant to be, her and the Ricciardo. She has each of them wrapped around her finger and has no trouble calling them grandma and grandpa. They’ve been a constant presence in her life since Max and Daniel got together. There’s weekly facetime, and occasional presents from across the world, and if they call a little too late and she’s already in bed, they always ask about her. 

The next day Max wakes up in a panic. He knows he slept too much, he feels like something is wrong. Daniel is in the bed with him. He checks the time and knows that Bella must have been up for hours. He didn’t hear her, she didn’t call for them. 

He rushes out to the kitchen because she’s not in her. He’s still in his t-shirt and boxers. And sees Grace there, finishing her cup of coffee. 

“Have you seen Bella?” He asks, urgently. 

“Yeah, she’s with Joe, they are watering the plants. He probably also took her to feed the chickens.”

She spends hours outside with him. Eating the strawberries she wasn’t allowed to pick yet when he has his back turned. Sitting on his lap and pretending to drive when he gets the lawn mower out. She becomes his little shadow in the mornings when he needs to take care of the animals. Joe claims she’s fine when she comes back crying because the chicken scared her. Daniel begs to differ, but he’s right, she goes back there without fear the next day. 

She doesn’t throw a tantrum when he buys her little rain boots that are Peppa Pig and not Frozen. It shocks Max and Daniel a little. But they don’t complain. They get to sleep in, in the mornings. 

She gets to have another grandma, one that spends her afternoon drawing and playing with her, that bakes her favorite cake because she asks her to. They go to the pool they bought just for Bella and watch her favorite movie with her.

But she finally gets to have a proper grandfather. Someone who lets her be a child, who watches over her when she wanders off into the garden, who teaches her about plants even when she doesn’t care about it. Joe reads her stories and doesn’t care that she isn’t learning to write yet, or hasn’t found a cure for cancer. Now she has someone that kisses her bruises and plays hide and seek until she gets bored with it. Some Max’s own father couldn’t be.

#baby just tease me got no family plan #maxiel #juddyswriting #maxiel fic #I'll never leave them alone

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Transmutation 101

This is the 100th fic I've written for Critical Role! And I decided to hit this milestone exactly how I started, with self indulgent widomauk! I hope you also enjoyed it, please reblog and leave a comment on Ao3 if you did!

Thank you so much for the excellent suggestions people gave me for this fic, I would absolutely love to use them in the future!

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The students at the Soltryce Academy would always cross their fingers for the name ‘Prof. C. Widogast’ on their new semester schedules. Seeing it would always bring groans of relief, cries of delight, bursts of amused laughter. And if any among them didn’t understand, if anyone fresh to Transmutation or new to the school blinked in confusion at why this particular professor was so special, the more seasoned students would be happy to explain. 

The reasons were many. In a magical school full of teachers as strange and eccentric as their talents, Professor Widogast was the quiet, unassuming king of general oddness. The students actually could, and often did, play an adapted game of bingo with his idiosyncrasies. With the deepest respect and fondness, they would tick off squares for Professor bringing in his ancient looking travel mug with the cartoon kitty paw prints which he’d regularly spill, for him keeping his scarf on all through a lecture or for correctly guessing how many times he would say ‘ja’. There were bonus points available for being the first to spot a kitten poking its head out of one of his coat pockets. 

Of course, the more important reasons were the ones not talked about as much, students being students. Professor Widogast was just a good teacher. Not just because he seemed to know his subject inside out and back to front, teaching all of the core Transmutation classes and several specialist classes for final year students, but because he seemed to genuinely love teaching. 

Most of the other professors seemed to think of their students as a distraction from their own projects but Professor Widogast always turned up on time, bright eyed and eager, despite having more ongoing studies than any of them. He marked fairly, he spoke animatedly, he heartily rewarded any raised hands with candy from his pockets, regardless of whether the answer had been right or wrong. He loved a demonstration, wheeling bits of equipment into the lecture hall that probably weren’t meant to leave the labs, apparently perfectly willing to risk his eyebrows and fingertips as long as they’d have a big flash and bang to make a particularly tricky equation suddenly become exciting. 

And more than that, Professor Widogast seemed to remember what it was like to be one of them. His office hours were merely a suggestion, all of his students knew implicitly that his door was always open, if they were struggling with a piece of homework or deadlines were smothering them or exams hadn’t gone the way they wanted. They all knew if they started choking up, something they thought they’d all outgrown, Professor Widogast would have a gentle smile, a box of slightly stale biscuits and a spectral cat to curl on their knee and purr loudly until everything seemed better. Whatever they needed to get them through rough patches, extra credit or one to one sessions or just a pat on the back and an assurance that things would be alright, he had it in those numerous, cavernous pockets.

To the older students, Professor Widogast was the promise that the Soltryce Academy was changing for the better. To the new students, he was their reassurance that they belonged in this world of magic. They all would have loved Professor Widogast for that if nothing else.

But there was still one other reason, the one that was most prized on the face of it all as far as students pretended to be concerned. 

If you didn’t feel like doing any work that day, Professor Widogast of the long home made scarf and the scruffy ginger beard and the porcelain cat figurines on his desk was incredibly easy to distract, easy to divert towards an hour of anecdotes.

You just had to ask about his husband. 

“And then you can see how the two runes combine…these shapes here, the triangle from this one and the circle from the other…into the one for the new spell,” Caleb looked up from the receipt he’d been scrawling on, “Does that make a little more sense?”

He smiled warmly at the flood of realisation on Kyor’s face. He loved seeing that expression, that mix of relief and delight and pride that would light up his student’s eyes when something finally clicked.  

“Yes!” the young aasimar nodded eagerly, “I didn’t see how the different shapes came together until now.”

Caleb nodded, “That is the basis of most runic work but when they get more complex it can be hard to tease out…” he folded the receipt and handed it to his student, “Try the problem set and if you struggle, email me or drop in any time, okay?”

“I will, sir, thank you,” he took it and shouldered his backpack higher. 

“You can just call me Caleb,” he chuckled, the idea of that always took a little longer to sink in with his newer classes but they’d get there, “See you on Wednesday.”

He waved Kyor off then paused, staying behind the desk and sifting papers aimlessly, but no more students came forward with questions they hadn’t wanted to ask in front of the others. They’d either rushed off to their next lecture or were milling around in groups amongst the rows of seats, comparing their schedules for the rest of the day or deciding where to go for lunch. It was a pretty big group, the numbers for his Transmutation 101 course were climbing by the semester, and there was a pleasant buzz of chatter in the hall, even half full. 

Caleb wondered idly who’d won the bingo today.

He started shoving papers haphazardly into his satchel, telling himself he’d sort them properly later and knowing he was lying. There was a carpet of paper in the bottom of that bag at least two inches thick. As Caleb packed away, he tuned into some of the conversations around him. 

“Are they an art student or something? If they are, they’re super lost…”

“Gods, imagine if some of the professors see that many piercings, they’d have a heart attack.”

“They’re probably handing out fliers to a weird performance art thing.”

“Or for a cult!”

“Why’d you sound so excited about that?”

“Their ink is insane, do you think it’s weird if I go ask where they had it done?”

“If you do, ask where they got their skirt too.”

Caleb glanced up, catching the eye of the students near him, the group who’d warmed to him the quickest, who always sat at the front and could always be counted on for a hand in the air. 

“Who do you mean?” he asked with a wry smile. 

The closest, a drow girl named Bianca, smiled back if a little coyly, “Oh, the tiefling outside the lecture hall, sir. None of us have ever seen them before, is all.”

“A little colourful for our end of the Academy, are they?” Caleb chuckled, swinging his satchel over his shoulder and juggling his mug and the equipment he’d borrowed from the lab to show the students that he needed to get back before Essek noticed. 

“I guess so, sir,” Bianca smiled, “They just look a little too interesting for us.”

That made him laugh, moving to the door as he did so he could ensure their attention was still on him, “You don’t know how right you are. Have a good evening all, don’t work too hard, ja?”

That got him a ripple of good naturedly sarcastic laughter which choked off into stunned silence as Caleb caught the strange, oddly dressed tiefling’s running hug, spinning around with him before drawing back to kiss his cheek.

“Hello, liebling,” he beamed, “What brings you all the way over here?”

Molly gave him a lopsided grin and freed one arm to dig around in his pocket, eventually pulling out a slightly squashed plastic bag filled with even more squashed sandwiches. In his defence, they probably looked like that when Caleb made them this morning. And then, apparently, left them on the kitchen counter. 

“These!”

Caleb grinned sheepishly, “Sorry…if it helps I wanted to talk to you anyway? About something specific, not just in the way I always want to talk to you…” 

Molly tilted his head, tapping his cheek, “You’re adorable. Your office?”

Caleb nodded, sliding his arm around Molly’s shoulders, throwing a last wave over his shoulder to his students who all scrambled to pick their jaws up off the floor and duck their eyes. As soon as they were out of earshot, out of the lecture building across the sunny courtyard towards the office building, he gave his husband a teasing squeeze.

“You really need to stop doing that to my poor students.”

“I will when you learn!” Molly nudged him back with a hip, “All those stories you tell about me and you don’t even keep a picture in your office? Serves you right.”

“Fair enough…and it’s pretty funny…”

“And it’s pretty funny!” Molly winked, pulling him into the elevator as soon as they were in the cool of the faculty offices. 

They never took the stairs for two reasons. One, that Caleb’s office was a tiny space crammed into the very top corner of the building. He’d been offered bigger spaces as he published more significant papers, joined more councils, got increasingly positive student reviews and became generally harder to ignore in his stubborn way. But he rather liked his little closet, it meant people were less likely to bother him and he’d filled it full of so much junk that a move would take nearly a year anyway. 

The second reason for the elevator was they could give each other a proper hello behind closed doors. Caleb was looking more than a little rumpled by the time his office door closed behind them. 

“So,” Molly hopped up onto his husband’s desk, folding his legs under him, tail disturbing papers as it thrashed and betrayed the excitement behind his casual words, “You said you wanted to talk to me anyway? Was forgetting your lunch a carefully calculated ploy?”

“Wish I could say yes but no, I was just sleepy this morning,” Caleb sat down in his chair, making sure to angle his weight in just the right way so he didn’t break the damn thing, it was on its last legs. 

He shoved the sandwiches to one side, knowing they were going to quickly be forgotten. He shifted small paper mountains around, eventually finding the one notebook he was looking for, opening it to pages of scrawls, runes traced over and over again until they bled into the paper, lists of ingredients with some crossed out in red. That one little notebook, swollen with how many times it had been opened and folded and scribbled in, held a year's worth of work, snuck in around the edges of Caleb’s actual studies. It held more late nights that he could count, a good chunk of their savings, a few burns and scars on his hands from wrong turns or bad maths he hadn’t caught in time. And now it held an answer. 

Caleb turned to his husband with a soft breath and a gentle smile, feeling the weight one person felt when a joined life was about to change but the other didn’t know it yet. 

“I think I can make it work.”

Caleb slid the notebook over to him, open to a certain page. He knew the runes and formulae wouldn’t make any sense to Molly, it wouldn’t have to himself a couple of moments ago. It looked like a bizarre page from a biology textbook that someone had doodled on, a little transmutation, a little dumancy because there was a hell of a lot of luck involved with this. Though, Caleb supposed, that was true of people born with the right equipment too. 

But he knew Molly would understand the words written at the bottom of the page, circled over and over and given more exclamation marks than was really appropriate for a scientific notebook. Chance of conception: 95%.

That was enough to soften Mollymauk’s expression into wonder and flood his eyes with hope. 

“I’ve done some very basic test runs, not enough to fully manifest it yet, I didn’t want to risk using up too much of the materials. I know it will manifest, I know it will function, all the theory says it will. What happens after it’s worked, that’s…that’s a little hazier. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to take the risks, Mollymauk,” Caleb leaned in and laid his hand over Molly’s, searching for any doubt in his husband’s eyes. 

But they were clear as day past the tears when Mollymauk looked up at him, like Caleb was the man who’d hung the moons. 

“You did it,” the tiefling breathed, voice thick with tears, “You actually did it, you made it work!”

“In theory,” Caleb caught his Molly’s smile and his teary eyes. 

“Well, in theory, you are the best husband anyone could want and I fucking love you so much,” Molly pounced on him.

Of course that was the end of his chair, sending them both spilling onto the floor. Neither of them could truly say they cared, far too busy laughing and crying and clinging to each other tightly. Molly’s tail lashed in wild excitement, kissing every inch of Caleb’s face he could reach, his smile the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

“Ninety five percent,” he panted, laughing as Molly’s hair tickled his cheeks, “We’ve had worse odds.”

“Oh, we’ve done way stupider shit with way less chance of success,” Molly grinned, apparently completely content to lie on Caleb’s office floor, cuddling in.

“True,” Caleb allowed, stroking Molly’s hair, staring up at the ceiling where he’d tacked up maps of the sky, graffitied with mapping and calculating. 

Molly pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw, “Call me biased? But I think you’re the greatest wizard who ever lived.”

A brief smile flickered over Caleb’s face as his fingers traced Molly’s horns with a gentle thumb. The greatest wizard who’d ever lived. Just as he’d always wanted, though it had meant something very different back then. 

“Today,” Caleb murmured, “I kind of feel like I am.”

Professor Widogast was on a bit of a roll. 

He seemed to have forgotten about the spell on the board behind him, about the upcoming finals and the problem sheets he was supposed to collect today. Someone had asked a question and he’d followed it like a thread, unravelling the ideas they’d been discussing with abandon until he had the rapt attention of every mind in front of him. Until he was pacing along the front of the hall, arms waving and hands flapping in excitement and to illustrate his points, like the magic he spoke about was something that could be touched and felt. 

“So when people say transmutation, you understand, it is the magic of change,” his eyes were bright, “And this can scare people and no wonder! You do not like something, you change it, ja? It invites chaos, it invites the whole universe bending to the will of one individual with a grudge or a scar and the right spellwork. It is not the dependability of abjuration or the simple trickery of illusion or the connection to fate you get with divination. Change is the unknown. Change is fear. Change can be weaponised.”

He paused, hand opening like he was letting something go, his eyes far away, “But it’s learning this that will make you a true wizard of transmutation. Change can be all of these things but it is just one face of it. Change can bring good. Change can bring growth. You cannot use transmutation to change what has happened, however much it hurt you and might still hurt you today. But you can use it to change what’s coming, to make it better. Not in a ‘waving your arms and making all the solutions to your problems out of rocks’ way. But in a slower, surer way. This is transmutation. Ja?”

Professor Widogast paused suddenly, hands stilling, looking as strange as birds pausing mid flight. The students blinked, glanced at each other, wondering if he’d asked a question they’d missed and was waiting for an answer. 

But then they followed his gaze, to the back of the lecture hall. The tiefling from before- Professor Widogast’s husband- was standing there, having just crashed through the doors. He looked as though he’d sprinted there, shoulders heaving with heavy breaths, cheeks bright, tail lashing and wearing something that looked a hell of a lot like pyjamas. And his eyes were streaming with tears, his face cracked into the widest, brightest smile. 

The students were more than a little confused but Professor Widogast certainly wasn’t. He had a look on his face like clouds had cleared. 

“Class dismissed,” he croaked, eyes flooding, his own smile growing, “Sorry.”

No apology was needed, the class immediately scrambling out, grabbing their bags, not in case Professor Widogast changed his mind but because it was immediately obvious that this was a moment they deserved to share in private. 

The Mollymauk they’d heard about in anecdotes and warm stories pelted down the stairs and into their professor’s arms. They stayed intwined, long after their audience was gone, a single still point in the middle of two lives changing. Because it had worked. 

After that, if you wanted to send Professor Widogast off on a tangent, you could ask about his husband. 

Or you could ask about his children. 

#widomauk #critical role #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #professor caleb #fluff #please reblog and comment!

[kittytheartist]

♡Teru Headcannons♡

I hope these are okkk

Teru is self-conscious of his teeth!(not my headcannon ! it's @ minamototerunii )

Teru listens to Doja Cat!(not mine either I don't remember who's?)

he also listens to Shinedown and TheCityIsOurs.

his favorite animal is Lobsters.

he lets Tiara paint his nails from time to time.

he's a complete coffee addict and drinks it a lot.

he swears a lot in general (like at everything) but doesn't let himself swear in work environments (shrine) or infront of his siblings.

Teru watches cat videos in his free time and LOVES them.

he bites his nails when stressed :( and gets self conscious when he goes to school with short nails like that, and is always trying to hide them.

Teru has Insomnia but can always take naps in the day, but can't sleep at night :(

Teru steals Hanitaro from Akane sometimes and hides him, but slips it in Akane's bag the next day if he doesn't get it back.

Teru likes to yank Akane's ponytail in his supernatural form to get his attention, also to be an asshole.

Teru likes to draw pictures with Tiara, he just likes drawing him and his siblings holding hands.

he also likes to watch cartoons with Tiara when he has the time, sadly he doesn't get to often :(

he hates the ghost imoji he just does👻

Teru couldn't live a day without his jeans, he can't even wear sweat pants for that long till he misses his jeans....

he hates wearing socks! that's why we never see him with them.

he hates when scarves cover too much of his neck, otherwise he just ditches them and rocks his high collered coat.

Teru can't stand eating too much chocolate, but he loves pastries so much!(even if they hurt his stomach)

when he was tiny he slept with his bracelet but when his mother realized she told him he only had to wear it when he was working and he was so shocked.

Teru actually loves playing videogames and wished he could play more.

HE WANTED THE PS5 FROM TANABATA SO HE COULD PLAY STRAY IDC.

he's a complete menace in games I'll tell you that much...

Teru is so concentrated on getting amazing scores on games! but is so energetic when he's playing a cutesy game its a wide difference.

Teru likes to hum to himself when he's alone because his mother used to hum to him.

he hates when he tastes sour food! it makes his tongue feel all weird, so he continues to eat sour candy even though he dislikes it bc it makes him feel funny and it entertains him.

he likes cuddling things like his blanket and pillow.

whenever he tries to cuddle Queen(I headcannon that's their cat's name) he always gets a scratch to the face :(

Teru gets really lonely when he walks back home because Kou usually stays at school late to help Nene with cleaning.

he tries to get Akane to walk home with him but it usually fails(I headcannon the sunflower trio have the same route home)

he usually puts the flowers he gets from the confessions or gifts in a vase in the kitchen hoping Kou will like it

sadly Teru somehow kills flowers he touches within a certain timestamp so it either does before Kou gets home or Kou never notices.

he loves dried fruits! he thinks it's an amazing snack but it horrifies Akane whenever he pulls some out.

whenever he stops at a grocery store or gas station in the middle of work or near the end he usually picks up dried fruits ok.

whenever he talks to Aoi, he's just scoping her out and wondering why Akane likes her so much.

when Akane joined the student council Teru tried extra hard on trying to make his hair look pretty but he just looked like a dork.

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#teru my beloved #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shonen hanako kun #jshk manga #tbhk manga #tbhk headcanons #jshk headcannons #teru minamoto #minamoto teru #teru supremacy #teru headcannons

[survey--s]

539.

What was the last liquid that you choked on? Probably coffee.

Did you or have you had sex with the last person you slept with in bed? We’ve had sex, but we didn’t the last time we shared a bed.

When you sign your name do you use your middle name? No, just my first initial and surname.

Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? Outside on the bath mat as I can’t reach the towels from the shower lol.

Was your last kiss initiated by you or the other person? I honestly don’t remember.

Whan getting dressed do you put your pants or shirt on first? Normally pants but generally whatever is closest.

Who was the last person you saw totally naked? Mike.

Is your toilet paper on the right or left side of the toilet? On the left as you sit down.

Name all the cards that you carry in your wallet. Zero. I just carry my bank card in the car and that’s about it. I don’t really need ID for anything else.

Do you use a handrail on stairs if there is one? Sure.

What is your favorite drinking game? I’m not really into drinking games.

Do you have any tattoos that you don't like anymore? No.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Mike.

Do you have a shower curtain or door? We have a screen - our shower is over the bath so it’s just like a glass screen that goes alongside the bath if that makes sense.

Who was the last person from your high school graduating class you saw? I couldn’t even tell you. I have no desire to ever see any of them lol.

Favorite farm animal? Pygmy goats, for sure. I look after some occasionally for a client and they are SO cute and love a cuddle lol.

Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? No.

Have any of your friends ever cheated on somebody? Sure.

How many instruments do you own/have you owned? Uh, various keyboards, a recorder, a cornet and a guitar. I think that’s it.

Do you own or rent your home? We have a mortgage.

If you have a significant other, how old were you when you first met them? Twenty six.

Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? Yeah.

Who is the first person who broke your heart? HIs name was Joshua.

Who would you want to be the flower girl at your wedding? I didn’t have or want a flower girl.

Do you know anyone with a service dog? No.

Who is the most important person in your life (besides yourself)? My husband and my parents.

If you have pets, are any of them rescues from shelters? Purrlock is a rescue but not from a shelter. Toby was a farm kitten and Archie was from a breeder.

When was the last time you talked to your most recent ex? About two years ago.

When was the last time you kissed someone who was younger than you? A long time ago.

Would you have sex with someone of the same gender as you? Yeah.

Were you born with hair on your head? Yeah, I was quite a hairy baby lol.

Would you rather have a home birth or hospital birth? I don’t want ANY kind of birth thank you. Pregnancy and babies really freak me out lol.

Who were your best friends in high school? Becca, Kirsty, Linnet, Agnes, Jimmi.

Have you ever dated a twin? Nope.

What was the last food or drink you made for someone else? I have no idea. I don’t really ever make food for other people.

Have you ever auditioned for something? What was it, and how did it go? Yeah, school plays and stuff. I always got in.

Have you ever seen your ex’s new partner? If so, what do you think of them? Yeah, we were friends so I mean, she’s nice enough but I feel horrendously sorry for her being saddled with him lol.

What was the last piece of candy you ate? A Tunnocks teacake if that counts.

When was the last time you did something “meant” for children? Do you think it’s okay for adults to do these things (ie. watch cartoons, have stuffed animals, dress in cute clothing, etc), or do you think there’s an age beyond which it becomes unacceptable - and if so, why? I sleep with a stuffed animal everynight and no, people should just do what they want IMO. It’s nobody else’s business.

Do you believe there used to be dragons? No. It’s a neat idea though.

Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? Susie - we went for coffee with the dogs.

Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else’s dreams? Random dogs I walk, clients and friends/family. I don’t really think about other people’s dreams, to be honest.

What is something you do to feel better when you’re scared? Comfort watch my favourite TV shows.

Do you have someone who is protective of you (father, brother, etc.)? Nope, thankfully not. That would really bug me tbh.

Where was the last place you went, that you hadn’t been to before? Err I really couldn’t tell you.

When was the last time someone surprised you with their reaction or behaviors? Again, I couldn’t tell you.

Have you ever reached out to a crisis center for mental health support? If so, how was the experience? No. Thankfully I’ve never needed to.

Describe the last thing you reblogged? How many posts do you tend to reblog during a day? I don’t reblog stuff on here.

Whose house did you visit last? Ollie’s. Ollie is a dog lol.

Have you ever played Geoguessr? Yeah. I was absolutely rubbish at it lol.

What is your favorite way to eat chicken?  I love chicken goujons.

What style of pizza do you prefer (thin crust, stuffed crust, deep dish, Detroit style, etc)? Stuffed crust or Italian.

Can you see your favorite animal from where you are sitting? (on an article of clothing, a figurine, a stuffed animal, etc...maybe even alive?) I can see a beagle painting.

What was the last celebrity gossip you got sucked into? I have no idea, I don’t really follow that kinda thing.

Do you own any merch from concerts/comedy shows/broadway shows, etc? No.

What was the last bug you killed? I don’t remember, a spider.

Who is your favorite Star Wars character? I’ve never seen a single Star Wars movie in my life.

What kind of cheese do you put on your sandwiches? It depends on the sandwich.

Who was the last person to give you a gift? Errr, I don’t remember.

If there was a real Jurassic Park, would you visit it? YES. Absolutely. Not gonna lie, it really sucks that that isn’t a thing lol.

#survey #surveys