#ouija board [asks]

[xleethegreat]

cringetober 27 - youtuber fanart

[stealingpotatoes]

Togrutas are carnivores... Has Ahsoka ever tried to eat one of Ezra's many pets?

omg probably, can u imagine

Ezra, running into Luke’s room holding a shit-scared lothcat: LUKE YOU NEED TO SUMMON YOUR GHOST-DAD, AHSOKA IS TRYING TO EAT FLUFFY

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Slappy would soooo be a Miku stan <3 He'd shank someone with a leek

[glitter-stained]

I like the idea of the Jason’s murder investigation fic but the majority of the fic not even having Jason on screen. Like it’s cas centric- love seeing her investigate and fix problems AND I love seeing her take on a cause- she does these in canon I just love seeing them in fic too- but the point of this ask- Jason’s just like. An uncooperative witness to his own murder.

She’s able to tell when he’s uncomfortable and exactly how and what kind of discomfort but she can’t make words come out of his mouth. Is the question “did Bruce kill” or is it “who killed Jason” or is it a parallel to BG where cas “is a murderer” and Bruce refuses to believe it. Is the fic Cas seeing that Jason, though he doesn’t want to focus on it, blamed Bruce for his murder, and trying to find out exactly what happened that night because she thinks Jason is *wrong*? That he’s blaming Bruce for something that’s not his fault?

Part of her wants to be mad at him for being so self righteous about it. Sarcastically thinking something along the lines of “Poor Jason got murdered again but he can forgive, and if he doesn’t tell anyone then he doesn’t have to let go of the idea that he’s the victim who *can* forgive, and Bruce is the one who hurt him” like the idea that he’s pushing away investigation because he wants to continue believing he was hurt by Bruce, an angle from Cas motivated mostly by her feelings that Bruce is good and wouldn’t kill

Oooh yeah I love Cass being angry at Jason about it I love them being so frustrated with eachother being so confident and sure of what the other needs (they're both wrong. It's therapy.) I love Jason and Cass's relationship being messy as fuck in general. I think from the way it was brought up with Duke finding out that it was Bruce through a meta vision she wouldn't be able to tell herself Jason was trying to frame Bruce especially when she can see him lying to protect Bruce, I love this AU so much and Cass's frustration at struggling to sort Jason out between "vigilant/coworker, villain, victim and uncooperative witness", and Jason perceived Cass' investigation, which she considers an attempt to help, as a threat... Just, them being messy, disaster siblings who don't know eachother but cannot be strangers either. (And Duke in the middle lmao- I'd say "poor him" but knowing him his solution to those tensions would be more chaos). And then Rose and Cass being also very normal about eachother, Roy and Rose's relationship after Lian's death, Roy having three different mental breakdowns and trying, as the most adult of the adults in the situation, to keep the boat from sinking... And in the center of it Cass is dragging the boat forward with sheer dogged determination and the will to see this through...

I love them very much

[sesamestreep]

I’m listening to a radio drama version of “the hound of the baskervilles” right now (with Roger Rees as Sherlock Holmes in frankly perfect casting) and it’s reminding me how much I love this story. It truly has everything:

Widely beloved Victorian literature trope of having One Random Texan in the ensemble. Yes, Sir Henry Baskerville is technically Canadian but I’ve never encountered an adaptation that doesn’t give him big yeehaw energy so it counts.

Holmes encouraging Watson to make a bunch of deductions just so he can tell him how he’s wrong which leads to my controversial take for one of the most romantic speeches in western literary canon. “Conductor of light” speech, my belovedest.

in a shocking twist, the guy who believes in phrenology also believes in the mystical hell hound that eats rich men who don’t respect women enough.

speaking of which, that wild letter from the Baskerville Ancestor being like “and this is why we’re nice to women, my beautiful boy sons. Not because they deserve it, but because a big dog will eat us if we aren’t.” Like, okay, then. Big Dogs Against Misogyny is a cause I can get behind.

Holmes volunteering Watson to go be this random guy they just met’s bodyguard because he’s definitely in danger but not in enough danger for Holmes to go himself.

that secretly being not the real reason he doesn’t go to Dartmoor at first (because he does go), but he needs to make a dramatic and insane entrance every now and then or he will literally die.

written smack between The Final Problem and The Empty House, you can see Doyle trying to have his cake and eat it too by having it be a prior case so Holmes is still alive AND having Holmes notably absent for a huge chunk of the narrative so he doesn’t have to write him and his bullshit deductions, but there’s nothing for it. The readers WANTED that silly old man BACK.

speaking of Holmes’s long absence from the story, this book gives us my favorite thing in the entire canon: Gothic Romance Heroine John Watson™️ wandering Baskerville Hall in a flowing gown, hearing wailing women and drowning ponies on the moors.

Sherlock “Observation” Holmes sending two of the most bisexual men he knows into the countryside together on a dangerous mission would be crazy work truthfully if he didn’t also make Watson promise to basically ruin Sir Henry’s fun at every turn. If Watson hadn’t been in wet blanket mode the whole time, they absolutely would have hooked up.

as it is, Henry’s living the bi dream of being torn between his hot, honorable bodyguard, a tragically beautiful woman who won’t stop portending his doom, and guy he’s technically related to who’s also homoerotically obsessed with killing and supplanting him. He ends the story by going on an indefinite vacation for his health with the best friend he inherited from his dead uncle who is technically married but we never meet his wife or learn her name.

Guy who’s obsessed with filing lawsuits is apparently a type of guy that transcends time.

that one detail where Watson says his letters to Holmes are replicated faithfully in the text except for ONE MISSING PAGE.

Which could mean NOTHING.

Watson begging Holmes to show up in every single letter and thirsting for his praise SO bad.

bad guy who gets his plan ruined by the combined powers of Lepidopterology and Women Who Fucking Hate His Ass.

Holmes wearing Watson’s clothes because he didn’t pack a suitcase (idiot)

Which could mean NOTHING.

all this shit and they still like very barely save their client’s life. Nice job, boys.

BIG HUGE PUPPY.

[loki-loving-lesbian]

hey gang do we think death the kid would've despised or loved Sk8r Boi by Avril Lavinge, particularly the title

[flamingpudding]

On Ghost hunting Vigilantes Are you continuing it? Also, I think it would be hilarious if Danny decided to referred to red hood as like baby ghost or baby liminal And the bats take it as red hood is a baby pit demon  either way it’s fun to read it and your work is amazing 

That is actually a one shot belonging to the 'It started with a Ouija Board' - Series

I am currently still stuck with Part 2 of Modern (Fenton) Ghost Hunting, inspiration hasn't been the best to me for that series for a long time now.... but i do plan on writing more on it at some point again...

Either way I linked all part here two for you hope that helps!

Ouija Board Prompt Idea (Original start)

Ghost Hunting Vigilantes Part#1 Part#2

Summoning Gone Wrong

Modern (Fenton) Ghost Hunting Part#1

[strixcattus]

Don't use chatGPT to give you ideas for your fic. Do it the old-fashioned way and use xkcd 1525 to give you ideas instead.

[corvidaedream]

If you could elaborate on your father’s trebuchet accident that would be amazing. Is your father from 1504.

tbh i could have sworn i'd already told this story here, but apparently i only wrote it out in the replies to this portrait of my dad and his friend darrell that my mom and darrell's wife had commissioned as a christmas gift.

i'm going to just copy the full text of that here, as it's a long one:

My dad (the one on the right) and his buddy Darrell (on the left) were neighbors with a large series of cow pastures between them until a few years ago. Now, Darrell is a high school teacher and was asked many years ago to do an elective class on medieval use of simple machines. Somehow he roped my dad into assisting with the class, and they were going to build a tabletop trebuchet, for demonstration purposes. They thought the tabletop model was kind of pathetic, they both had extensive woodworking experience, and they decided to go bigger with a trebuchet that could sit on the floor, maybe the size of a student. Somehow at Home Depot, this plan turned into a 20-ish foot tall functional siege weapon to be built in the cow pasture.

This ended up being fine for a while. We had a few bonfires where we would go out and launch pumpkins or snowballs out of the trebuchet. Eventually the novelty wore off, though, and the following spring, Darrell's wife asked that the whole thing get disassembled and put away by Mother's Day, because she no longer wanted a weathered siege weapon in the yard.

From my understanding, my dad was standing in the middle of the frame (bad idea) when Darrell removed the counterweight (another bad idea). For some reason there was a nine-inch nail sticking out of the arm at this point. I don't know if it had been used to attach the counterweight or the sling or had been involved in pumpkin-stabilization at some juncture, but it was there, and as soon as the counterweight came off, the arm swung straight into my dad, impaling him on the spike.

He says the next thing he knew was he was flat on his face and Darrell's elderly mother had run out of her house and was sitting on top of him applying pressure to the wound. Local rescue from the town over (a Subaru with a siren on it) had to come take him to the hospital, and they found out that the nail came dangerously close to his heart.

He had to explain to multiple medical professionals the whole trebuchet situation. It was extremely silly. He now has a scar on his back the size of a quarter that looks like a gunshot wound. He's fine now, we just make fun of him a lot for putting himself in that situation, and saying, "Oh, you know Thom's trebuchet accident" to unsuspecting people.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

😭😭😭

[ask-codeearasure]

I'm bored as shit here at work so fuck everything, ask me about the AUs I've been sporadically working on for this fanfic. I'm going to be super vague but hey I love sharing my ideas and inspiration.

The AUs I'm working on (some of which I'm not even gonna give you a name for because I'm EEEEEEEVIL):

♥️Katagma (yes Katagma is named after his AU.)

❄️Art of War (the AU Edelweiss is from)

💫Occultatum's AU (we've been calling it OuterSwap for now and in story but I'm not sure if there are any other people who made OuterSwap AU's)

🎹Digital Klezmer's AU (my "Error Variant" character's AU is something that did exist and is no longer around)

🍡Invitation (Izanagi's AU)

🍷The AU where Dream Morabito and Nightmare DeVille are from. (We have a name for it but I'm still heavily working on the story.)

If you want to ask about specific characters, just ask! I don't mind.

Just expect me to be vague the majority of the time.

Ask me anything!

- Ouija

[lunar-inkclipse]

HI I’M BACK— Remember that comment I made, that Leo had Indigo vibes? Yeah, that plus the fact that Indigo refuses to stop rotating in my brain (curse you, Murdle Jr.) has led me to a whole-ass analysis that’s hopefully somewhat coherent.

So, like, in my HCs, while Midnight III and President White don’t really care about Logico, seeing him as an obstacle to their goals at worst—Midnight actually liked the guy, he saw him as a kindred spirit—Indigo DESPISES the deductive. For a variety of reasons that can mostly be boiled down to “he wounded my ego, so he must pay”. Everything he does in Volume 3 is basically about drawing out Logico’s suffering as long as possible; Indigo wants to make it known exactly who Logico messed with, and wants Logico’s spirit completely crushed before he finally gets rid of him. (Irratino, Indigo didn’t really care for. He was just sort of…there, in Indigo’s eyes.)

And this would be even spicier in the Swap AU, because as I mentioned, Leo is a lot like Indigo, at least on the surface. They’re both proud, they’re both smug, they’re both overconfident and are thus blindsided whenever things don’t go their way, and while they both have some people they care for—Leo’s employees and boyfriend, Indigo’s daughter—they’re both not the nicest to everyone else.

Which goes CRAZY to me, because Volume 3? Is basically pitting Leo against the manifestation of all his worst traits. Midnight represents what Leo could’ve become in one way (consumed by revenge and uncaring of anyone else); Indigo represents it in another way (overconfident smugness turned to casual cruelty). And if Leo hadn’t gotten a kick in the character development, it likely would’ve ended the same way for him: murdered by one of the people he carelessly screwed over, so overconfident he didn’t realize he was playing into a trap until it was too late.

Anyway, that’s my TEDTalk, I sincerely hope all that made sense outside my head—

Always great to have you in my inbox!!! You're cooking so hard with these parallels omg!!!

First off, your headcanons and interpretations with the canon are, as always, top notch. Indigo is the first person to truly have a vendetta against Logico, and is the first person to go to such lengths to piss him off personally. Sure, there was the kidnappings of Vol 2, but that's more of a consequence of war than Indigo being like "You know what? Fuck Logico and his fuckass boyfriend in particular *builds TekTopia over their house*"

And in the swap lore, we're gonna absolutely continue the trend of making the antagonists parallel what Leo could have become if he didn't let himself get kicked int he character development (which I'm absolutely stealing for daily use btw). Vol 1, Midnight is what could have happened if Leo let himself get consumed by his need for revenge. Vol 2 is probably gonna end up being what would have happened if Leo got consumed by paranoia (uhhh details coming to a tumblr post near you in 3-5 business weeks when i finally get ideas). Vol 3, with Indigo as his parallel, is what could have happened if Leo got consumed by pride.

You're absolutely right on their similarities: They're both proud, smug, confident, and can back up their attitudes because they're both have accolades and skills to back them up. The big difference is that if Leo starts getting too haughty, he's got Illogico to flick him in the forehead or his employees to tell him he's being a bit of an ass, because Leo does really respect them. Indigo's employees fear him, so when Indigo starts getting haughty, they become his yes men and keep appraising him, making Indigo even more smug. Which is why he just does whatever he wants: He's totally justified and able to introduce reconstructive holotech to the courtrooms, nevermind how easy it is to manipulate, and if you don't like that? Boo hoo, welcome to Indigo's TekTopia in place of your home.

The thing is, this reflection probably goes both ways. Leo meets with Indigo to discuss his initial holo-tech plans, and they both realize "He sucks so bad I better not be like that." However, Leo's employees are like "Hmm, pot calling the kettle black when it comes to arrogance, eh?" and he shuts up and reflects. Indigo, however, is told "No, you're so much better, you're not like him at all!" But still, Indigo can still see himself in Leo as much as Leo can see himself in Indigo. Which is part of where his personal, burning hatred comes from. (That, and the fact Leo has Olivia as part of the junior litigation club and Indigo is not too pleased with the fact Olivia seems more concerned with pointing out how sketchy his plans are rather than, you know, using her newfound legal knowledge for something good like finding loopholes for him to exploit. Does family loyalty mean nothing?)

Thanks so much for the ask!!! I love how they make the gears in my brain churn as I get new inspo for lore ^_^

[gmanmedias]

COMPOSER BUT NEVER COMPOSED, SINGING "I ONLY WANT WHAT I CAN'T HAVE"

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❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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9/37: Aradia Megido

[inevitablies]

I know I'm stupid (and tired), but it took me almost two seconds and a half to understand that the she/heracd in your bio is just a non-spaced acd, and not some kind of unheard of neopronoun

omg i’m dying at this. instead of fixing the formatting error i think i’ll just start going by pronouns that include more representation for sir arthur conan doyle 🫡

[wahbegan]

I didn't know ouija board is a self selected name that's hilarious

[ekingston]

Your reply on ao3 about your wife’s screenshot and being a cheerleader stuck with me, because I’ve realized I don’t actually articulate enough how amazing some writers (read: you) are. I finished the most recent chapter of soup (after eleven-thousand unacceptable distractions), and I was going to plunk together a quick comment that would absolutely not do enough justice to express the genius I find your writing to be. So instead I opened a google doc and started smashing my keyboard which resulted in a pretty long-winded... something, but allow me to fan-girl for like, a second:

The quality and style of your writing floors me every time. There is an effortlessness about it that makes it totally and completely bingeable but also something that gives a little more each time I read it. For me, it’s the most replayable form of literature: I can go back for the plot, for the character rapport, for the punchy dialogue, or for the voice of the narrator. It fits all the moods. It charms me. It amuses me. I want to hug it.

Your work excites me, and when I think of authors and works that excite me, I’m lumping you in with like, Heartburn which is an all-time favorite for that exact reason: I can binge it in a day or go back and sip on it and discover something clever and witty and just impossibly gorgeous in execution.

And speaking as someone who CANNOT for the life of me write something that doesn’t eventually tumble into a vat of angst, I also just adore the way you manage tension without losing the light-hearted reading experience. Holiday wine is a masterpiece, AND I think Soup is almost better because you juggle so much more: the chorus of characters are taking on their own plot lines, the stakes are higher, you add danger and adventure, you weave a more complex, interconnected storyline, and you massage it all beautifully to act as a supporting cast to the core of the story.

Which brings me to the trope (and a complete tangent): miscommunication. Like, ok look… I usually can’t stand it. But that’s mostly because of the execution: the obvious interruptions, the clear misdirection and disregard for natural intuition, the not asking the right questions, the very blatant ham-fisted forcefulness of it just… I can’t.

AND THEN YOU WENT AND MADE A MASTERCLASS OF IT.

You took every complaint you didn’t know I had and put in the work to make it believable. Kara is charmingly oblivious but not for lack of trying. She perfectly talks past Nia and Alex and Lena not just once but every. time. and every time is just so well-conceived and articulated and *gesticulates hands in the air wildly trying to find the right word* gah. The world of her confusion and misguidedness is so believable and commendable and *gesticulates again* gah. This is the absolute genius of the work. I will give kudos till I’m blue in the face about the story as a whole, but I will die on the ‘Easter crushed the miscommunication trope’ hill.

And this is just ONE EXAMPLE of how you knock it out of the park every single time. I could go on about how solidly you write the characters, how charming your prose is, how epic your one-shots are, or how I don’t even care that I can’t trust your chapter count anymore but this is already a run-on and I'm running out of air.

I don’t know how you write, if there is one draft or a million, if you just stream–of-conscious this into existence, or if you summon the words through a ouija board, but it’s brilliant and commendable and THANK YOU for doing what you’re doing.

so. this message is. a miracle? and you are a GIFT. and i’m not going to be able to elaborate much beyond that, because unlike you, i am terrible; at writing attentive notes, at handling compliments, and—hilariously, maybe, since i’ve finally started thinking of myself as a writer again after a decade of self-loathing false starts—at writing down my thoughts in an easily digestible way.

can i say it’s the nicest thing i’ve ever gotten from someone who isn’t (yet?) a close personal friend? that the timing of it was almost implausibly perfect because it arrived in the middle of the deep breathing exercises i was doing after being made aware of some deeply stupid twitter discourse around Soup that was going on right as i was getting ready to post its final chapter?

i think i’ll stick to the important stuff: like THANK YOU. like how your (AMAZING) note completely obliterated the bad stuff and made me excited not just to wrap up this fic, or even to jump into the next, but about doing it all in the first place. that it was a very needed reminder of what an immensely privileged position i’m in to be able to put something out online that brings people (you) enough joy that you want to come tell me about it. and, obviously, that the specific things you chose to highlight are extraordinarily flattering, and i am absolutely not immune to that kind of thing.

i went back and forth on publishing this ask because it feels almost embarrassing, and boastful. but whatever, you know? you made me feel good about my writing again and provided important perspective and ultimately you put thought and effort and overall awesomeness into it and i’m not going to hide that away when you intended it to be shared.

thank you. SO MUCH.