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[edgarwayne]

During a winter outing Nathan and Edgar have an important talk.

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

nathan laughed at the description. "if i wanted to do a full romance scene i would've swept you off your feet and went straight home to do what i said instead but you've still got a big ouchie so it's best to keep your feet on the ground right now." when edgar squeezed his hand it made him realize something, pausing his laughter to look at their hands. "i'm sorry. i should've asked i uh, i hope this is okay?"

"Mr. Big Strong Firefighter thinks he can carry me all the way back to the flat? I'd almost say prove it, but we both know that's a terrible idea." At the question Edgar looked down at their hands and nodded. "Yeah. Although….it's not very friendship-y of us," he pointed out with a smile. Not that he wanted to let go.

“oh i don’t think i can i know i can and just for that when you’re back to one hundred percent again i will prove it.” nathan grinned confidently knowing he absolutely could if he wanted to. he shrugged slightly but also didn’t let go when edgar said that, instead walking closer to the other. “i mean.. we don’t have to be official to like do.. date.. things. people go on dates and do coupley stuff before becoming official all the time so.. why can’t we?” maybe that was his way of saying he didn’t mind calling all of this a date, it sure felt like one even if they were still waiting on nathan. “sorry, maybe i said too much.”

Edgar scoffed. "Oh, you're so on. As soon as I get the all clear from the clinic, you're carrying me home." He bit his lip as he mulled over what Nathan said. "No, don't apologize. I….I want to do that. I'm…" he let out a sigh. Well, they did promise on talking later. Now was as good of a time as any. He also moved closer so that they were essentially brushing shoulders as they moved. "I just worry about blurring the lines too much. That if there isn't an obvious end goal you…might not want to get better." Swallowing the lump in his throat, Edgar's gaze dropped down to their feet as they continued walking.

he originally wanted to wait to have this conversation but it started slipping out faster than he could stop himself so he nodded along to what edgar was saying. “i understand,” nathan finally said, “i do want to get better though. i don’t… like relying on alcohol to solve my problems.” mostly because he knows it’s created more problems than solving to begin with. “i just, i don’t know, it was easier to quit last time and there wasn’t the looming threat of death before and now i’m like i guess afraid to admit that i’ve started thinking what’s the point..” he admitted with a sigh also looking down at their feet as they walked.

Edgar stayed quiet for a few moments, letting what Nathan said really sink in. The very reason they met was because they were both drinking at the bar, for what surmounted to more or less the same reason. "I ask myself that a lot. I'm scared, bloody terrified even, of what the future will hold. If there even is a future. But," he paused to reorganize his thoughts. "There are so many amazing people I have met in this town. People who have helped me feel more alive than I have in years, ironically enough. So if our time is cut shorter than it would have been anywhere else, well…I want to say that I at least enjoyed it all to its fullest."

nathan smiled softly at edgar. “i’m glad you have those people. i don’t have a lot of people that make me feel that way but…” he paused and squeezed his hand softly, “i guess there’s a few people i can say make me feel that way at least.” he ended up sighing though, taking a sip from his drink again then added. “i dont even know where to start when it comes to quitting at this point.”

"You might not have a lot, but there are still people in your life that care about you. Not just me." Edgar returned the hand squeeze. He took a sip of his own drink, needing the caffeine to help keep his thoughts in order. He offered a sheepish smile as Nathan admitted he didn't know where to start. "So….please don't be mad. I might have been….doing a little bit of research at the library. Most of the books I've found strongly recommend seeking professional help first and foremost. Medical and psychological. But for things we can do now, well, it seems like setting limits for yourself is a good starting place. I also ran into a lot of references to 'triggers' and trying to avoid them."

nathan smiled again and nodded slightly, edgar was right he didn’t need a lot of people in his life to care about him. the few people that already did was enough. his eyebrow raised when he said not to be mad and wondered what he was about say then chuckled as he shook his head. “okay so..” he bit the inside of his cheek now, “what if i don’t know what my triggers are?” well there was one he could think of, seeing edgar in that state the day of the earthquake was definitely a trigger. “or what if one i cant exactly.. help. cause it doesn’t rely on me necessarily..?”

He let out a long exhale, professor brain going into overdrive as he thought over the problem. "Well, have you ever noticed when something particular happens that makes you want to drink? Or that being around particular people or places have that effect on you?" Edgar looked over to Nathan at that last question, brows furrowed. "It sounds like you already have something in mind. If you don't feel comfortable telling me I understand. It's just…harder to help you come up with a plan if I don't know all the details." Still, he shook his head. "But that's okay. You could always try journaling? I find that helps a lot to give myself perspective. Maybe that could help you too?"

he shook his head. “not that i’ve noticed no.” realizing they were still walking he pulled edgar off to a nearby bench to sit down, especially since they were close enough to the video store at this point it didn’t matter. “i mean obviously being at the bar makes me wanna drink but that’s the only thing i can think of place wise.” he may have had a suspicion of people but didn’t want to admit that so moved on. “well.. honestly seeing you that day in that state was… a lot.” nathan admitted in a mumble. he didn’t want edgar to think it was his fault because the stress on top of that day was an added affect. “i feel selfish just saying that because it’s not like you could’ve avoided it, you saved people and yet here i am saying that shit triggered my drinking more god that sounds so fucking rude.” he put his drink down on the bench and put his face into his hands letting out a long shakey sigh. “yeah i guess i can give that a shot or something.”

As they sat down, Edgar kept his gaze on Nathan, expression neutral, open. He wanted the other man to know that no matter what he said he wasn't going to be judged. "Hey," he said gently. Setting down his own cup, Edgar reached to tug away the other's hands, then nudged Nathan's face up and towards him so they could see one another's eyes. "You're not selfish or rude, so don't ever think that. You might be one of the most selfless people I know. You're a firefighter for christ's sake. You help people Nathan. What you're describing, that's trauma. I can only begin to imagine how terrifying it is to see someone you love hurt like I was. I don't regret it, I protected my students like I was supposed to, but I do regret how much it hurt the people that matter to me. If the roles were reversed I can't even tell you how I'd have handled it. Not well, that much I can assure you. So stop beating yourself up over this, please."

He leaned their foreheads together, just taking a few moments to breathe. "Do my injuries still make you want to drink?" Moving back slightly, Edgar guided one of Nathan's hands to the hem of his sweater, indicating for him to put his hand inside. "It's not what you think," he added with a small smile. "I want you to feel my heart beat, and the sweater's kind of in the way. But the point is, I'm alive. I'm okay and I'm breathing." Funny how he had this exact same talk with Kirby only a few weeks prior. "My injuries were bad, and I won't ever fully heal from them, but I'm alive."

when he felt edgar’s hands pulling at his hands nathan hesitated for a moment but gave in quickly, letting him nudge his face to look at him and took another shakey breath. “i know you don’t regret it.” he said with a small chuckle but cracked a smile. “it just scared the shit out of me i guess, knowing that i just confessed to you that i’m in love with you then almost had you ripped away from me that quickly. it felt like the universe was telling me i was some sort of bad luck charm…” first it was mia taking away their son because of his drinking and then the moment he said he’d start working on himself and quit again edgar had gotten hurt.

he shook his head against his forehead, “no they don’t. i guess now i’ve been drinking because it feels.. normal?” though it doesn’t make him act normal. he took a breath, this one less shakey as he slowly felt himself calming down again at his words. “i know you are, i remind myself of that constantly. when i think about it i just tell myself that it could’ve been worse.”

"Well," he said with a small smile. "I guess the Universe, or Fate, or God, or whomever has a pretty bad sense of humor. It's a bit homophobic if you ask me." Edgar hoped the joke would help to lighten some of the mood.

He tilted his head at Nathan's wording. "Normal? How do you mean?" Edgar leaned in once more, this time capturing the other's lips. Pulling back, he gave smile. "Think of that instead of Halloween. I'd argue kisses are preferable."

nathan chuckled. “yeah i guess they do huh?” he was about to answer when edgar kissed him, kissing him back eagerly and sighed contently when he pulled back. “i’m sure as hell gonna try and think about that instead because you’re right, i do prefer that.” he ran a hand through his hair now knowing he had to answer the question. “as for normal i guess i mean like.. i’ve been drinking for so long at this point that it feels like i can’t end my day without a beer or something.” nathan admitted sheepishly. “i know it’s not healthy or normal at all i’ve been through this once before this time just feels harder for some reason.”

He nodded, biting his lip in thought. "Is it just the one beer every night? Or does one turn into a lot more?" Edgar frowned at Nathan's word use again. "Stop using such negative language Nate. If you keep saying it's not healthy, not normal, of course you're going to struggle. Okay, yes, it's not the…healthiest lifestyle choice. Welcome to your 40s where you start to feel every drink a bit harder and your body feels ready to pop out of place at any time. But focusing on all the negative is only going to make it so much harder to motivate yourself."

“usually the one turns into more unless i’m at home and out of drinks.” nathan blinked in surprise at edgar, he wasn’t expecting him to say all of that and yet it felt oddly comforting. “okay..” he said quietly with a slight laugh, “okay i promise i’ll get better at not being so negative about it.” though he knew that was going to be hard and take some getting used to. “maybe tough love will help, a good smack anytime i refer to it negatively.” nathan joked hoping itd land well.

"Okay," he said slowly. "We have a place to start. Let's work on limiting your nightly drinks. I can't imagine cutting cold turkey will do any good. So let's say," he paused to think. "No more than 3 beers. And I mean beer. If you have something heavier as a night cap, limit that to….2." It wasn't perfect, but surely it was at least manageable.

Edgar smiled, appreciating the attempted joke. "I don't know. I feel like you would like it too much if I hit you. Might cause mixed signals."

nathan nodded. “i think i can do that yeah, seems like a fair trade to start leaning myself off the dependency.” he was going to try and do less than that but it was a good compromise for now until he could rely on it less.

“hey i-“ he had to pause and scratched his chin as he though on it. “actually i’m not sure, you could be right. i do kinda wanna find out now though.”

It was a relief that Nathan was willing to try the suggestion. Edgar knew it wasn't going to be an easy road to sobriety, but he would be there to support the other every step of the way. At the admission he did let out a laugh, however. "Maybe later," he teased. "Let's go back to what I said earlier first. Seeing a professional. Will you at least consider going to the clinic? Or I've heard there are a few therapists in town. You know there's no shame in asking for help."

nathan laughed as well at the tease and nodded, running a hand through his hair then picked up his drink again. “what would the clinic even do for me?” ignoring the mention of therapists. he knew there was no shame but he’d rather avoid that option and use it more as a last resort than anything. “i’d rather go there first but i just don’t know what they’d even do considering supplies and shit or whatever.”

He took a sip of his own drink, hating that Nathan probably had a point. "I know there's medication that can help curb the craving, but you might be right that they might not have it. But also…" Edgar took a deep breath, bracing himself for what might be the hardest part of this talk. "I read that alcohol withdrawal can be pretty severe. It…it might be good to have the clinic keep an eye on you during the process. Especially since this has been going on for years."

“right…” he remembered the withdrawals he went through the first time he quit but that one was more severe on account of quitting alcohol and drugs. “well, how about we wait and see? maybe if i slowly get myself off of it this time the withdrawals won’t be so bad and the clinic might not be needed at all.” nathan just hoped he was able to actually do that.

Edgar nodded in agreement. "But if it gets too bad you'll see them, right? Please?"

nathan chewed on the inside of his cheek realizing it was a nervous habit of his before nodding. “okay. yeah if i can’t do it on my own i’ll see them.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Edgar gave a small smile. "I'm glad. And maybe try to avoid the bar? At least as best as you can?"

he nodded again. “yeah i guess i can try and avoid there yeah.” that one might be tougher for nathan but he’d try.

"Okay, last one, and then we can keep going. What can I do to help? And please, don't just say 'heal up' or 'be yourself.' I really want to support you Nathan, be there for you." Edgar's eyes searched the other's face, expression pleading.

god dammit anytime edgar used that expression nathan always had a hard time arguing about anything. sighing he shrugged, “i’m gonna be honest i’m not sure.” he finally admitted. “last time i went through this i didn’t really have the support so i don’t actually know what you can do to help.”

Great. That wasn't much to go on. "Well, is there anything I can do different? Do more of? Less of?"

“not really?” nathan bit his lip now and looked at edgar. “i know spending time with you makes things easier, the urge to drink isn’t as prominent.”

Edgar also bit his lip, thinking back to their conversation earlier. "You…mentioned wanting to do more dating things. Would…would that help? Instead of waiting entirely until you're ready?"

nathan paused to think on it for a moment, almost as if he was having an internal debate with himself. when he was ready he took his free hand to grab edgar’s free one. “i know the idea of doing those things makes me happy and when i’m happy the thought of drinking isn’t really there.” he finally said looking at the other with a smile

He looked into Nathan's eyes, searching, before giving a slow nod. "Okay. Okay, yeah." After a moment Edgar returned the smile. "I'm glad we were able to finally talk. Really talk, you know?"

it felt like forever until edgar said something back and smiled, making nathan let out a small sigh of relief. “me too, i’m.. i’m sorry it took so long.” he said sheepishly.

Edgar shook his head at the apology. "It's okay, really. The fact we're having this conversation at all means the world to me. And I'm proud of you, for even taking this step."

he smiled at the words and leaned over to kiss edgar softly, pulling away to rest his forehead on the others. “thank you for not just giving up on me either..” nathan said quietly.

Edgar returned the kiss, smiling against the other's lips. "I'd never dream of it," he whispered. "Are you ready to keep moving? You're probably freezing."

he chuckled and nodded after pulling away fully now. “the hot coco helped but yes im ready to keep moving. this bench is freezing my ass i did not wear the right pants.” nathan laughed as he stood up, holding his hand out to edgar to help him stand if he needed it, or just to take it and hold, either worked for him.

[multiseb21]

As someone who doesn’t follow motogp what exactly is an unemployed ass patch?

let me set the scene…Dovi had been at Ducati since 2013, lost a pretty close title fight to Marc Marquez in 2017, and finished runner-up to him again in 2018/2019. Cool.

soooo 2020 rolls around. covid. delayed season. Marc (obvious title favorite) flies too close to the sun during the FIRST race 🚬. Breaks his arm. Out for the season. Suddenly, this looks like Dovi’s championship to lose. No pressure. [EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER] Also, Dovi’s contract is up for renewal. No biggie. [ANOTHER EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

Things…uhhhh…don’t go great on the contract negotiation front. Apparently, Dovi and Ducati’s general manager, Gigi Dall’lgna (think of him as motogp’s adrian newey), haven’t exactly seen eye-to-eye no height pun intended since 2017 and can’t speak to each other “calmly.” hot. sorry.

On August 15, Dovi announces that he’ll leave Ducati at the end of the season. and then. WINS the race the next day. CUNTYYYYYYYYY

Now, this is finally where the ass patch comes in. All season, Dovi’s leathers said “undaunted” across the ass. Cute I guess. Horseshoe directly over hole? Whatever floats your boat.

So with Dovi’s unemployment era on the horizon, his friends made a bet. Naturally, he lost the bet. We got blessed with the most iconic ass patch of all time. The rest is history.

my beautiful unemployed balding diva

[tevanbuckley]

what do you think is the sweetest and most well written part of Buck and Tommy's relationship? When they kissed in the first episode they had any kind of meaningful interaction or when Tommy ditched Buck on the curb after their first date and Buck somehow ended up feeling like the asshole about it. If that's a sweet and well written relationship Eddie and Marisol are When Harry Met Sally.

Oh no! They kissed after one episode! How could I forget the only way to write a good on screen romance is to spend at least half a season having them dance around their feelings with enough space for the holy ghost?

And yeah tommy left buck (a grown man in his 30s btw) outside the restaurant, because rather than just not mention they were on a date, buck made up a very weird and uncomfortable lie. bffr that's a "yeah sorry, I just got a text my grandma died," level red flag. I'd have clocked out at the ally comment, and tommy managed to turn that around into flirting!

But anyway thanks for the opportunity to list some sweet bucktommy details so far:

just buck's entire face when he talks to/about tommy, that man is smitten! ((x) if you need visual proof). he has the world's biggest crush on his boyfriend and i want him to be insufferable about it!

tommy's little "so that was okay?" after their kiss kills me every time, it's gentle but also confident and forward (which i think compliments buck's personality very well)

I mean tommy felt so bad about being the cause of problems between buck and eddie, he went to buck's house in person to apologise.

speaking of gentle. Evan. I need, need someone to pick tim minear's brain about the decision to have tommy consistently call him evan, the implications are driving me insane.

the way their relationship is tied up with, imo, one of the most interesting coming out arcs i've seen on tv in years. bi buck is very special to me and like it or not tommy is a part of that.

I love the detail of buck getting tommy's order wrong, they could've easily gone the "omg, you got my order right the first time, we're meant to be!" route, but imo there's something refreshing about showing love as this thing you have to work to build vs something that magically happens to you.

and the invisible string/full circle symbolism potential is insane. The fact chimney saved tommy's life, the parallel of tommy needing to leave the 118 to find himself which in turn left a spot in the exact place buck needed to do the same. The way buck is the reason that chimney meets maddie and then years later chim (potentially) returns the favour. They've stumbled into a writing goldmine here and i think they'd be fools to waste it.

look i'll readily admit i've no clue where they might be taking bucktommy, tbh i don't think tim minear knows, but they've sure as hell crammed a lot of potential into those 2 + a bit episodes. That's what people are responding to.

[propalitet]

so.. what are all the things one can make a stamp of / which ones do you find the best? and what do you use for carving?

okay in short it depends on how big of a stamp you want to make, for small stamps I use erasers (they're thick, cheap, firm and stamp really well since you can pres them easily with your hand).

I use a scalpel, a tool for linocut carving and a ink pad. Pictured are some of my stamps and all of these tools.

You can also make stamps on wood blocks, I haven't done that at this point but I do plan to.

The other main way is on linoleum, I do that as well but I find erasers to be far more stable for small pieces since linoleum is really thin and harder to press well. It's great for big complicated works but not for a smaller scale, at least for me personally. I also find it that ink from an ink pad doesn't stick well to it so I have to use printing ink and it's just a whole process that takes much more effort.

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Since a lot of people are interacting with my ocs/aus as of lately I'ma link the posts to my art requests and interacting with ocs again lol. These links can also be found in my bio and pinned post too. But I've noticed a lot of people who interact with me don't read either of these posts.

Link to interacting with ocs info/rules

Link to art requests rules/info (This post about requests is the most important out of the two. So even if you don't want to read both at least read this one if your gonna make a request)

[dragonagepolls]

Sebastian is definitely giving the worst treats on Halloween imo because he's definitely one of those guys who gives you like.... a Bible pamphlet.

(Was that just a thing in my neighborhood??? Did other people have adults who gave, the lord will save you from the sins of Halloween, with a big devil on the front pamphlets?????

Gives the worst trick-or-treat treats

[m4gicals]

♡           ELOISE  DAWKINS         ∶         pleasant  yet  temperamental  thirty  year  old  witch  who  goes  by  she  +  her  pronouns  and  owns  a  little  bakery  in  town  .  born  in  bruges  ,  belgium  ,  arrived  in  portum  after  tragedy  struck  her  like  thunder  during  the  dawn  of  her  childhood  ,  the  grief  of  it  often  concealed  under  sassy  remarks  and  a  gentle  expression  that  can  fool  the  smartest  of  them  these  days  .  with  the  ability  to  heal  with  the  sweets  she  bakes  ,  usually  can  be  seen  perched  on  the  edge  of  her  balcony  engrossed  in  a  book  ,  getting  her  way  with  a  simple  smile  ,  or  entering  the  woods  in  search  of  particular  ingredients  .  an  easy - going  ,  flirty  little  thing  ,  however  as  devastating  as  a  cyclone  when  wronged  ,  eloise  greatly  enjoys  how  the  breeze  coming  from  the  mountains  makes  her  dresses  swirl  ,  cuddling  with  her  cat  maan  in  the  afternoons  &  a  generous  glass  of�� pinot  noir  after  a  significant  harsh  day  .  chaotic  neutral  ,  taurus  sun  &  nature  enthusiast  ,  she  identifies  as  a  lesbian  cis  woman  ,  has  the  terrible  habit  of  snacking  out  of  boredom  ,  and  will  fight  anyone  who  dares  to  even  imply  she  is  not  truly  a  portum  local .

♡           ONE     ,         BASICS  .

name :         eloise  aurora  dawkins .         nicknames :         lois  ,  elle  ,  aura  (  although  nobody  outside  her  mother  and  godmother  is  allowed  to  use  the  latter ) .         age  +  dob :         30  ,  april  27th .         birthplace :         bruges  ,  belgium .         gender  +  pronouns :         cis  woman  +  she / her .         orientation :         flirty  lesbian .         species :         witch .         element  +  gift :         earth  +  healing .         occupation :         owner  +  baker  @  the  sweetest  tooth .

♡           TWO     ,         PERSONALITY  TRAITS  .

positive :         pleasant  ,  resourceful  ,  diligent .         neutral :         curious  ,  flirtatious  ,  sassy .         negative :         quick - tempered  ,  mistrusting  ,  inconsiderate .         zodiac’s  main  three :         taurus  sun  ,  aquarius  moon  ,  aries  rising .         moral  alignment :         chaotic  neutral .         temperament :         sanguine .

♡           THREE     ,         DISTINGUISHING  FEATURES  .

big  brown  eyes  usually  gentle  and  curious  if  not  filled  with  mirth,  yet  a  blaze  gets  ignited  in  them  like  wildfire  in  the  wind  when  something  bothers  her  ;   a  gentle  smile  that  fuels  a  charming  glimpse  of  joy  in  brown  orbs  ;  petrichor  lingering  in  auburn  strands  of  hair  after  an  exploration  through  the  woods  ;  summer  dresses  bunched  up  over  creamy  thighs,  falling  between  open  legs  on  especially  warm  days  ;  the  characteristic,  confident  stroll  of  someone  who  has  grown  up  surrounded  by  love  and  respect  and  self - assurance .

♡           FOUR     ,         STORY  .

(  !  )   CW   :     MURDER,  BLOOD,  PARENTAL  DEATH,  GRIEF,  IMPLIED  PARENTAL  ABUSE,  IMPLIED  VIOLENCE,  NIGHTMARES .

“  tales  of  a  love  that  couldn’t  be  harbingered  your  fate,  a  grief  you’ve  never  managed  to  get  rid  of  always  nagging  at  your  insides,  leaving  you  gasping  for  air  before  dawn,  drowning  in  sorrow  when  morning  arrives.  ”

               “    you  were  five  years  old  the  day  they  raided  your  home    (  a  small  little  thing  close  to  the  shore  of  bruges  that  often  got  buckets  all  over  inside  on  rainy  days  ),    and  the  memories  of  that  night  only  come  to  you  in  dreams  these  days,    vivid,    chaotic  as  a  whirlwind,    quickly  morphing  into  nightmares  that  wake  you  up  sweaty  and  out  of  breath,    the  weight  of  a  thousand  bricks  over  your  chest  in  the  cruel,    aching  form  of  despair  . 

               your  mother  hid  you  in  a  closet    (  isn’t  that  ironic ?    you  joked  once,    terribly  ill - timed,    your  snicker  dying  in  a  sigh  when  you  caught  her  frown  )  ,    and  when  the  place  was  quiet  again  and  you  made  it  out,    the  first  thing  you  managed  to  catch  was  her,    sobbing,    folded  over  his  body,    forehead  pressed  against  his  bloody  chest    —    you  saw  her  shake  with  the  force  of  her  grief.    your  father,    killed  by  her  father  because  she  dared  to  love  him,    to  give  herself  to  a  poor  man,    a  simple  fisher  with  calloused  hands  that  nobody  but  you  knew  could  be  gentler  than  the  petals  of  the  gardenias  planted  on  the  windowsill  .

               she  grabbed  you  with  only  a  satchel  of  clothes  that  night,    and  the  body  of  your  father  still  lying  on  the  floor,    inert  and  abandoned  before  the  door  closed  is  the  last  memory  you  have  of  him  . 

               her  eyes  were  never  the  same  since  that  day,    but  she  still  managed  to  convey  love  and  adoration  in  them  when  she  looked  at  you,    still  managed  to  make  you  feel  safe  despite  her  despair,    despite  the  evident  desire  to  stop  existing  that  haunted  her  and  you  never  knew  about  until  later,    when  you  were  old  enough,    when  you  felt  worthless  once  and  she  scowled,    “  no  one  worthless  would  have  managed  to  keep  me  alive  like  you  did  when  all  i  wanted  to  do  was  die.  ”  

               you  never  questioned  your  value  in  this  world  again  .

               portum  came  into  view  the  day  you  turned  seven,    by  then  your  magic  was  already  thriving,    as  indomitable  as  you,    a  rampant  thunderstorm  coursing  through  your  veins,    making  pride  shine  in  the  gaze  of  your  mother.    you  settled  there  for  a  while,    until  the  next  one,    my  love,    she  assured,    but  then  she  met  her,    and  the  town  became  a  home  .

               after  two  years,    your  childhood  started  to  feel  like  a  childhood  again,    your  light  dresses  swirling  in  the  wind  whistling  from  the  shore,    smelling  like  your  father’s  hugs.      you  made  friends  for  the  first  time  in  your  life  and  slowly,    bursting  with  confidence  under  the  protective  wing  of  your  mother  and  her,    you  became  a  woman.     

               always  the  quick  study,    you  swiftly  learn  the  advantages  of  it    —    of  being  a  woman,    and  how  far  a  practiced,    stretchied-in-the-right-way  smile  could  get  you.      you  relished  in  the  power  of  your  beauty  and  your  charms,    and  how  easily  people’s  demeanor  changed  when  you  batted  your  eyelashes  a  certain  way.    it  was  intoxicating  and  fun,    even  when  your  mother  chastised  you  about  it,  half-heartedly,    the  ghost  of  a  smile  twitching  the  corners  of  her  lips,    knowing  very  well  the  fire  of  your  desires  will  always  be  an  unyielding  one  .

♡           FIVE     ,         HEADCANONS  .

i.   she  owns  a  bakery  downtown  called  the  sweetest  tooth,   it  is  a  small  shop  in  the  corner  closer  to  a  coffee  house.     the  idea  was  born  after  she  decided  to  mix  her  potion-making  abilities  with  her  baking  ones,   and  found  a  new  way  of  delivering  wishes,   healing  afflictions,   and  mending  broken  hearts.     it’s  been  open  for  five  years  and  its  success  still  managed  to  leave  her  in  awe. ii.   an  avid  reader  since  she  was  six  years  old,   her  reading  time  is  as  sacred  as  a  dog’s  food  plate    —    she  will  growl  under  her  breath  and  her  characteristic,   soft  smile  will  take  a  moment  to  appear  if  you  interrupt  her. ii.   an  avid  reader  since  she  was  six  years  old,   her  reading  time  is  as  sacred  as  a  dog’s  food  plate    —    she  will  growl  under  her  breath  and  her  characteristic,   soft  smile  will  take  a  moment  to  appear  if  you  interrupt  her. iv.   human  witch  to  a  black  cat  named  maan,   one  of  her  favorite  moments  of  the  day  is  coming  home  and  cuddling  with  her  on  the  couch.     maan  is  very  gentle  and  spoiled,   loves  being  pampered  and  meeting  new  people  or  creatures.  v.   she  has  de  ability  to  conjure  and  banish,  and  finds  way  too  much  joy  in  tricking  others  using  it,   making  things  disappear  only  to  see  their  owners  cluelessly  looking  for  them. vi.   her  conjuring  and  banishment  abilities  also  appear  when  she’s  feeling  particularly  under  the  weather,   anxious  or  annoyed,   when  she  can’t  tame  the  grief  that  suffocates  her  sometimes.     in  these  occasions,   rare  but  not  inexistent,   eloise  can  be  seen  making  absentmindedly  appear  and  disappear  the  same  object  in  her  hand  .  it’s  an  unnerving  sight  folks  ngl. vii.   everything  she  uses  for  the  bakery  and  in  her  daily  life  is  organic,  recycled,  and  recyclable,  she  even  has  her  own  little  garden  in  her  house’s  backyard  where  she  plants  her  own  fruits,  vegetables,  and  herbs. viii.   truly just a chaotic little thing, will charm you off your feet if she wants to, flirt with you without noticing, but also be slightly inconsiderate because mouth runs faster than brain. a whirlwind hard to control, has too much energy for her own good tbh.

[bluerosesburnblue]

@oveliagirlhaditright I'm putting my Missing Link thoughts in another post because it would be too long, and honestly I have SO MANY thoughts about why the basic premise of KHML was a bad idea (completely separate from my own distaste for the "Ephemer is Xehanort's ancestor" stuff that might be in it)

Because you're right to mention Pokemon Go and it really, REALLY feels to me like it's just trying to ride the hype from the mobile ARG boom that started with Pokemon Go a whole eight years ago. Because KHML as a concept doesn't even seem to be utilizing any of the unique features of an ARG that make them appealing

There's two real franchise-based mobile ARGs that I ever remember hearing about: Pokemon Go and Harry Potter: Wizards Unite*. These two projects do make sense to me, as opposed to KHML because of the way that both franchises make use of the central concept of the augmented reality feature. They're additions to reality, which both series already played around with. HP takes place in our reality, but with a "what if magic was real and just hidden" premise, so it's insanely easy to make an ARG that's just "yeah, you're one of the people in on the secret magical society that always existed in the real world." Pokemon takes place in an alternate version of our world; every location in Pokemon is based on a real-world location. So that's also a natural progression for it, and it's easy to pretend that the "reality" you see in the ARG is just the Pokemon world. Other than location names and the presence of Pokemon, the Pokemon world is practically identical to reality

That is literally the central concept of an ARG. To make the game part of reality. And that just doesn't work with KH, a game about flying through space to reach Disney worlds. Sure, some of us might have wanted to pretend to be Keyblade wielders as kids, but did we want to be wielders in our small backyards? Not even imagining that they were another location, but the yards as they were? No! We wanted to be in the Disney worlds! Or Traverse Town! The central facet of ARG gameplay doesn't mesh with the functionality of a story-based canonical title. And so what do they do to force it to work? Complicate the lore with the Astral Planes, which completely take the "reality" out of Augmented Reality aside from... a map? Like, it might have worked with Quadratum depending on how much of "our reality" that ends up being, but that's not at all what they're doing

Additionally, ARGs are not conducive to story-heavy games! You're supposed to play them while walking around town, maybe stopping for a few minutes to take a break. Or you play them on work/school breaks. You need to be able to pick them up, play a bit for 10 minutes, and put them down. The typical gameplay cycle for most ARG players does not include 20 minutes just to watch cutscenes to get the Exclusive Lore before being able to do anything, and the people who like KH for the story aren't going to want to wait all the time for their mobile game energy to recharge before they can get their cutscenes (a thing that even KHUx did away with for story chapters after some time!)

The entire decision to make KHML an ARG, to me, feels like corporate checking off a box of "style of game that got popular in recent memory" and trying to copy it rather than thinking of the gameplay as a medium in and of itself to tell a story. Nothing about the ARG concept works with what KH is at its core, and I honestly feel like they unintentionally admitted that when it was announced that you'd be able to play it without leaving home. What is the point of making it an ARG at all if you're going to remove literally the only benefit that it has as a medium, as opposed to something that could benefit the story you're trying to tell? We are a long way from the days of TWEWY making revolutionary use of the DS technology to have its gameplay tell a significant part of its story

In an ideal world, I think that KHML should have been an MMO like we thought KHx was going to be back when it was announced. They wouldn't have to mess with the lore to make it work, other players running around would help to "populate" Scala ad Caelum in a natural way, people could form "families" with their friends to further the bloodlines narrative, and MMOs can function on the drip-fed narrative style that they wanted. It doesn't even have to be a big-budget MMO like FF14, because I actually do like KH3's artstyle and KHML's simpler usage of it (it manages to be distinctive and colorful, working in hallmarks of Nomura's hand-drawn style while still being more detailed than the PS2-era). It could just be... basically what it is now, but they add in new Disney worlds every couple of months to keep the story going

And now here we are, with a game that was supposed to be out by the end of 2023 still missing (lol) and only having had two betas by the near-midpoint of 2024 because they're having developmental issues that I would personally guess have to do with the game's self-defeating nature. I find it very frustrating

*Adding in, Wizards Unite literally ran for less than three years (June 2019 - Jan 2022) before shutting down so even being tied to a big-name franchise couldn't save it. I have a strong hunch that the Covid-19 lockdowns played a huge part in killing the ARG boom so it's doubly insane to me why Square Enix thought trying to bring it back was a good idea

[s0fter-sin]

Thinking you shouldn't have to pay for Watcher content is you being entitled, actually.

did i ever say i shouldn’t have to pay for it? no, i said it’s disappointing that i would now have to after years of it being free. it would be easier to take if they were completely changing and upgrading their shows or established that the stream wouldn’t just have their current shows and maybe discontinued ones, that it would be different from their youtube channel and worth the sudden charge, but it’s hard not to feel like they’re throwing their audience under the bus

[buckets-thought-dump]

I dunno if anyone asked you this already, but do you accept drawing requests?

[alltimefail-sims]

You know how I said I couldn't stop thinking about the Landgraab family a few days ago? Yeahhhhhh I'm still thinking about them to the point that they're starting to look and sound less like sims and more like real people in my mind. For example: Owen Wilson is playing the role of Geoffrey Landgraab in my little brain movie!! FUN!

Anyway I've definitely hit the brainrot point, there's no going back for me. Remember me as I was 😔✌

[skeletonlvr22]

Hey! I was wondering which state do the other skelies live in?Like Wine seemed really surprised when he found out that Coffee was in Indiana, so is Indiana really far away from the state that they live in? Where on the map do the rest of the skeleton bros live?

Hope this question makes sense. Love the fic BTW ❤

Hiii!!! This is actually such a fun question!

So, when planning the fic out, I wanted Mt. Ebott (both the mountain and the city) to be in a place that IRL there wouldn't be mountains (I think it adds something that there shouldn't be a mountain there, but there is anyway) but also a place that a fictional one wouldn't be too out of place.

So, strangely, I looked up where some of the Appalachian plains are! I figured it was in a close enough area in a semi-mountainous region that could theoretically house a mountain but typically doesn't.

Funnily enough, there is some in Ohio, so I choose that as their genesis, specifically somewhere in the southeast.

Plus, if magic and monsters were going to burst out of a random mountain anywhere in America, I believe Ohio is definitely in the top three areas, even if the closest thing to a mountain in Ohio is an overzealous hill. 😭 Basically, the skeletons are from Ohio because of course they would be.

Oh! And about Wine, Indiana isn't exactly far from Ohio (in my opinion lol), but to Wine it totally is especially in reference to Coffee. If memory serves correct, it's about a four hour drive from Ohio to Indiana. Realistically, walking from one end of the underground to the other would take maybe a few hours on foot and Coffee's driving. In contrast, it's a huge distance, and one that makes Wine feel wildly out of (control) reach.

Thank you so much for the love 💗 I really enjoyed answering this 😊

[revenant-coining]

hii, sorry to bother you but I really like your dragon template, I was wondering if you would do requests for other templates like that? /gen

hmm, i think that would depend on if we're interested in the animal/creature enough! /genuine. we drew the dragon template from scratch & it took a whiiiile so our spoons probably couldn't take doing something like that often </2

[hazeism]

Book Demerzel was male in the past too! She is Gender.

Ooh, okay, so I guess my understanding of things is kind of impaired by the fact that I'm still on Edge (I went in in-universe chrono, though--I mean I did the Empire books all jumbled because I read Pebble ages and ages ago and then the other two came in as holds from my library in the wrong order hahah--so I started the Foundation novels with Prelude) and have yet to read and Earth which I think he returns in? So I might be missing a huge amount of context regarding his presentation/interpretation/etc. etc.

Most of my ideas about Daneel's complication regarding gender mostly conform to my understanding of him (any pronouns apply 🥰🥰 but I'm used to he so I'll just go with that for now) as a fundamentally resolved, instrumental thing--though cornered of course by minimalism and limited knowledge--who has the luxury (?) of more readily identifying the contextual applications of gender, combined then with millenia of insight into the fluid/arbitrary drifts of social and cultural mores, plus his own schematics of prioritization and internalization... I think he is on like extradimensional levels of gender, internally, and I hope there is canon basis for him taking upon himself some gendered aspects in a functional/teleological manner (as he takes on other aspects of personhood! even Demerzel himself is an adopted aspect!) because I think that even if that goes uninterrogated (as so many things in these novels do GRRR!) it has even more necessary implications for his internal cognitions of gender!!!!

That said I DO also think there's something to be said about the amount of gendered socialization he gets in his most formative years (especially from his Earthman who knows his sociological formulas but does not have a very sophisticated or unblemished understanding of gender politicssdbfkdj)--which is undercut by his state of subjection and perpetual qualification and Othering from people who do know his true nature, and then the implication of Deceit (not what I believe him to be doing--at least in the context of gender/lack thereof but definitely how it would be interpreted by towards people who don't know what he is which like. very transgender existence tbh being considered inherently deceitful) but this all just makes it more texturally complex and interesting and makes him even better at being soooo gender. Love that thing!!!!

[lizzievelnias]

Lizzie at a Glance

"I'm okay with my crazy"

NAME: Elizabeth Corie Velnias ALIASES: Lizzie - call her Elizabeth and she’ll set you on fire.  Only her mom called her that and she hates the name with a passion  AGE: 27 [Born October 9th] OCCUPATION: Locker attendant at Abs-olutely Gym ARRIVED: Mid April 2024 GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her SEXUALITY: Demi QUIRKS: Emotionally stunted; Lizzie tends to act far younger than she really is.  She loves dying her hair different colors; Winnie jokes its to help them stay in hiding but really she just likes all the colors. Green is her current color.  Her entire vibe is pastel goth.  While on the run she found a black rabbit plushie and has held on to it ever since; it is her most treasured possession. Crippling claustrophobia thanks to her mother.  She’s actually a very good skateboarder. Has a rare early-onset schizophrenia that involves the hallucination of a black rabbit named Peter.

BIOGRAPHY

Lizzie was always different from the other kids.  Maybe it was because there were rumors in town of her family being devil worshipers.  The other children would always stare at her, whispering to one another.  Sometimes they would throw rocks, calling her a demon.  This was a god-fearing town after all.

Sometimes the rumors get it right.  Her parents, especially Mother, cared more about their satanic group than their own daughter.  And so, Lizzie was left to fend for herself, playing with her dolls quietly in her room.  She always had to be quiet.  Do as Mother wanted.  If not, she had to stay the night in the cupboard, and Lizzie never liked that.  It was dark, and scary, and full of spiders.

At nine years old things started to change.  Lizzie heard voices vibrating through the walls. It kept her up late at night, unable to sleep with all the noise. On one such sleepless night, she was surprised when everything went quiet. Removing the blanket from over her head, she looked around her room and was surprised to see a small black rabbit sitting on her desk chair. Even more surprising, he began to talk to her!

Crawling out of bed, Lizzie sat on the floor as she looked up in veneration at the rabbit. They talked all through the night and for the first time since she could remember, the little girl didn't feel alone. She now had a new best friend named Peter.

~~~

Every night for two weeks, Peter would appear in her room, and they would talk and play.  Lizzie made sure to keep her voice down, so her parents wouldn’t come barging in.  Peter made Lizzie felt heard.  Felt loved.

They would talk about anything and everything.  About how the town’s children treated her, about how her parents ignored her.  Peter had an idea.  She should make them pay.  Teach them a lesson for being so mean.  That was a great idea!  Lizzie was willing to do anything Peter told her.  She loved him with all her heart.

Gathering up all she could in her backpack, Lizzie said goodbye to her room one last time. Following Peter's instructions, she set the living room curtains on fire and ran off into the night.

~~~

The newspapers said it was a great disaster.  Some loose electrical wiring had sparked a fire, and in the crisp autumn air the blaze spread.  The town didn’t stand a chance.  It was too small to have their own fire station.  No one survived, save for a little girl found wandering down the highway alone.

She was immediately placed in a group home in the outskirts of Toronto. It was okay. The people there weren't great, but they were still better than her parents. The other kids kept away from Lizzie, but as long as she had Peter she didn't mind too much. Still, the next several years were lonely.

It was only when Lizzie was 13 did she finally make another friend. Winnie was new, the other kids didn't like her either, and she didn't think it was weird that Lizzie talked to Peter. With the other girl being a year older, she took on kind of an older sister role for Lizzie. With their strengths combined, the two decided they would rather try their chances outside the group home. Just them against the world.

For the last 13-14 years Lizzie, Winnie, and Peter have traveled across Canada and the US, surviving off of lying and stealing. Usually Winnie was the brains and Lizzie was the daredevil, not afraid of anything so long as she had her two best friends. Her family. There were times when things got dangerous, and Lizzie was often the first to spring into action, embracing the "kill or be killed" mentality Peter whispered to her. Sometimes she yearned to do more, to hunt instead of simple self defense for her and Winnie, but with her sister by her side Lizzie ignored those urges.

It was by pure coincidence that the pair ended up in Huntsville. They agreed the commune was the best place to stay. It was a setup familiar to them. Though Lizzie could admit she wasn't super smart, she did notice a lot of things. And at the commune she noticed how some people seemed to hang around and talk in whispers. It made her curious, excited. Even Peter felt like it was a new game for them to play.

[eterniityblooms]

updated my rules to include shipping info + a bit more about my monster muses specifically, since shipping with at LEAST one muse on this account is probably inevitable at some point