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[elbdot]

Hey just wanted to say that I love your books and wanted to add a little story of what happened when I took "Die sieben Gartendrachen und ihre Freunde die Bienen" with me to work.

I work with kids and showed it to my group. My kids adored your art and several just took it and stared at the pictures for a while. I got lot of "these look just beautiful" from the girls in my group and even some of the boys were excited about the little dragons.

I later also showed it to a coworker, which send a picture of the book to her daughter. The daughter, she is currently training to be a graphic designer, instantly asked my coworker if she could rent it for a day or two. The next day my coworker told me that her daughter asked if she could just keep the book and is now searching for your other books and art. She also plans to draw some pictures centered around bees, because of your art. I hope am not annoying you with this, but I also kinda wanted to tell you this story.

Have a nice a day!

🥹 Thank you SO MUCH for sharing this with me, this actually made me cry (HAPPY TEARS OF COURSE) 🥹😭💖💕🥺

I am SO SORRY that my books have become so hard to find, stories like these make me both so happy to know that my books are loved and that they still manage to enchant, but also sad that they're basically all sold out at this point, at least until I have found a new publishing house 😭

I know of ONE last german online shop that has a few copies left of my intitial garden dragon guidebook, if you want me to send you the link, let me know, I'd love to help!! Otherwise you can probably only find them on sites like Ebay or second-hand book shops like "Medimops".

Stories like yours definitely help me remind myself just how much it's worth to keep up hope and get these books republished, it NEEDS to happen again 😤✊

[itsaship-literally]

Considering the new Beetlejuice 2 movie in making and rumors about plot, and information about BJ having wife and etc. What if that causes a shipwreck? Considering gems from cartoon and movie stuff, teen titans appearance, it's strange. Maybe we will be surprised by movie plot twist. But IT WILL BE REALLY STRANGE AND OFF if there is no at last some sympathy between BJ and Lydia, after all this years bombarding fans with materials! I'm interested in your opinion?

Hey, Babes.

So talk of the new movie gets a little wild. So much speculation and all them sneaky leaks puts many of us into panic mode. But think of it this way, we have so much content of these two being the dynamic duo. So much.

Many of us older Babes from movie time pretty much accepted that our ship is based on headcanon and fanon rather than canonical romantic material. It’s all good. We don’t need canon to sail a ship.

Granted, It’s fun to get hints of some mischievousness, for sure, and I do hope for some of that. I want them to have screen time to bring back that joy in my shipper heart.

So what if BJ has an ex or current spouse, It’s been done in fanfic before. We have also had Lydia with a boyfriend/spouse in fanfic too and yet we still find ways to tell the story we want. Even I did a bit where Lydia has kids with someone else.

It is safe to say that no matter what, nothing can sink the ship. It will still be.

Personally, I am expecting the worst and hoping for the best. That’s how I went about the musical when we first heard it was being done. In the end, we got the “I do’s” WHICH I might add, shocked and delighted me.

[humming-fly]

*stands ominously at your doorway*

TRICK OR TREAT

hghghhhhhgh okay here take it *scoops raw protein powder into your hands*

[caledoniasashes]

Oh sweetheart, come here.

Ashe stepped over the male with a tilt of her head, as if to ask what it was he wanted. "Alright." She started off, glancing to his eyes before continuing. "I'm here."

[sylvora]

Yoru was out of it, his mind had gone blank. He was cold and his body hurt, both his joints/muscles and the scrapes and bruises that covered his tiny Faerie body. The breeze was heavy and you could see him struggling to keep himself upright as the heavy wind nearly knocked him back, he was shaking like the amount of energy to keep himself up was dwindling. He heard the window open and glanced back at the man, he just blinked a few times before everything went dark and he collapsed. His body had given up. He would likely die if not warmed up soon, his body temperature had hit a dangerous low and his breathing was shallow, though he was already pale his lips lacked all color showing how dehydrated he was as well.

Banished Faerie - @torturedshadow *CLOSED RP*

Yoru was a prince, that word felt like a stab to the heart….was…he no longer held that title and it made his heart break in two. His family had been dethroned and he was banished, he had fought back and something went entirely wrong, he couldn't figure out where he was, it was a strange place full of giants, not the giants he was used to but giants with weird clothing and the buildings looked odd and the smells everywhere reeked of chemicals. He could hardly fly he was weak his wings struggled to lift him, and he had no clothes as they disintegrated in the journey between realms. His body had scrapes and bruises from the rough landing and he was worried he'd starve or freeze to death but luckily he would either be killed by a giant footstep or an animal ripping him limb from limb and his pain would end soon. Delirious from hunger he finally managed to fly and quickly headed in the direction that gave off the best smells he had smelled the entire time he was in this realm, it was warm and meaty and made his mouth water but he couldn't find the source and this enraged him. He sighed heavily and found a place to sit on the windowsill of a random building, he felt warmth from the window and it was enough to keep him from freezing to death, he eventually leaned against the side and closed his eyes "May death be kinder than this realm could ever be.." he mumbled to himself.

[dreadgloom]

Just a quick update! This blog is not abandoned! I say this because I've gotten two asks now wondering if I'm still active. I'm just splitting my free time between @cinderschild, remaking Dio's carrd, deep cleaning my house, and spending time with my hubby. My goal is to have Dio all fixed up before Halloween. I wish I was faster but I only have so much energy and free time because busy season at work has started again. Thank you all for your patience!

[helreginn]

seekesotsibteadmist:

"We've got to move - and fast!" Saima had been mostly looking forward to spending some time with Hel. But having been put in a situation where they needed to get away and quickly - it had them suddenly on high alert. It was frustrating, they just had wanted to celebrate their friendship with her when they felt the presence of someone.. coming after them. It didn't seem good, or remotely well-intentioned - so the faster the pair got going, the better as far as they were concerned. @seekesotsibteadmist

Hel didn't immediately pick up on the danger. She was immortal. In the plainest sense of the word. Even other immortals were not as unkillable as she. So her spidey senses were somewhat skewed.

"Oh, uh.. Okay." Hel grabbed Saima's hand and readied herself to run. Her legs were little but she used to run with wolves and she was certain to be faster. If they were really in the danger Saima said, she knew she could pull them along.

[im-smart-i-swear]

What's Tashi's relationship with Webby and Taka like? Cause while I can imagine him being just as protective and smothering, as he's with Stick (maybe a bit less) I can't imagine Webby just letting him do it without having a thousand and one complaints, like I feel like she'll be much more assertive and confrontential than Stick is

thats a great question!!

first of all i think tashis relationship with stick specifically is a bit diffrent - idrk how to phrase it but basically tashi was his role model for a while and he had a lot of respect for him growing up. so theres this weird air of... expectation, almost? the two of them were really close when stick was younger and that coupled with how tashi still percieves him as a helpless confused kid makes their relationship a lot weirder...

with ryou (taka) hes obviously very protective and smothering, bc thats A BABY!!!!! ryou takes it well for the most part i think, at least before becoming a teen - hes the youngest, he likes attention and being papmered (most of the time)<3 also, by the time ryou is around 13-14 tashi is already starting to get a bit better after the whole stick fiasco, so its also that his older siblings sorta made his life easier? bc now tashi knows what he did wrong and is trying to not make the same mistakes again(not to say he doesnt fuck up at all tho!! he does! a lot!!! but at least its not nearly as catastrophic as w stick lol, and hes just one of MANY adults in ryous life, so it evens out more).

also, bc of how young ryou was, he didn't really fully comprehend just how bad tashi was getting at the time, and that helped him a bit? when we're young we dont really see our caretakers as people who are flawed and make mistakes. that comes w age. and i think it was very confusing for ryou to realise that the man who raised him since he was five is NOT some sort of a wise higher being but instead just. a messy guy. who is a bit cringe. so i think ryou lets him pamper him a bit (it helps that he is not that good w people and would rather stick to ppl he already knows), bc he knows neither webby or stickbug will let tashi do that. its annoying sometimes, but ryou is way better at establishing boundaries than stick was, so they get through it somehow.

webby has always been pretty independent (or at least tried very hard to appear as such) and she does NOT handle tashi being overbearing well AT ALL. out of the kids she has always had the least respect for tashi and the other adults in her life, so her relationship w tashi was a bit more levelled? equal? ever since the beginning she was pretty good at being assertive (and was a huge help to stick when he was figuring out the whole 'setting boundaries' thing), and that helped her wriggle out of tashis hold, at least partially. she was also whole-heatedly on sticks side when he was getting sick of tashis shit and she WILL yell at him whenever does or says anything stupid.

she still loves him tho. they all do, in diffrent ways, and they want him to be happy, despite his parenting being less than stellar a lot of the time. i think the thing that allows their relationships w him (and bud and soup too) to heal and strenghten in the end was them just simply GROWING UP. when the power dynamic of tashi as a caretaker was gone, they could finally start seeing each other as people! yay!!

sorry if this answer is more messy than usual lol!!

[smolbeanjerma]

[crzyimp]

Name

Author note: Finally finished this story! This one is for @digitaldoeslmk AU lmk by the book. Featuring their OC Zhenfu and mine. No warnings on this. Enjoy!

The sound of waves rolling onto the beach, the gentle breeze, the warm sun on her fur reminds Zhenfu of Puppet. Calm, peaceful, and safe, this small hideaway made her feel at home compared to the vast manor she grew up. Surrounded by walls, darkness, thousands of eyes on her and the looming threat around the corner. But here, despite the small home and the lack of luxury that’d fit for her status and station. She wouldn’t trade it, nor would she trade Puppet for her father back.

It’s been months, or was it a year? She wondered. Since Mk sealed her father away, the six ear Macaque, the man who was there, but wasn’t there. Always busy, always absent, only there during her fumbles. Rarely handed praise and eagerly delivering punishments; for her own good, he added.

Her childhood has always been lonely and short-lived, growing up too fast among his horde, his commanders, Lady Bone Demon, and his puppet. Puppet a weapon made for bloodshed and thirsty for blood like a feral rabid dog. Teeth bared at anything and everyone one.  

‘View it as a guard dog’, her father commented to her one day after she witnessed first hand of what it was capable of. ‘it’s here to protect you but it’s incapable of loving you, unlike me.’ Zhenfu remembered that day and how small she was, trembling from her father’s bitter touch who left her alone with it. 

And yet, it was the first warmth that’s been part of her life since she could remember, a plushie that no matter how hard she throws it or how venom drips from her mouth, it always comes back. A guard dog, yes, but more importantly, a nanny dog to her. Zhenfu thought that thing was following orders from her father; the hugs, the honey coated words, the spoils of affection, she thought it was an act. A role to fulfill while her father is absent. It never loved her, but her father did. Until she realizes it was all lies on that day.

The day her life crumbled from her feet, how alone she was without her father, his horde, and his puppet, all abandoned or dead. Oh, how the heros celebrated the defeat of her father; all rushing to hug each other while she sat among the rubble, eyes on them. The sight of smiles, their tears, and words spoken as they all held onto each other dearly. She was once part of the group, even if it was all a lie. 

Finally, a taste of genuine community and love only to have it ripped away from her arms like how her father did with her beloved plushie as a little girl. So small, so lost, so helpless, and so very alone. Then, all eyes were on her, so many eyes with thoughts of what to do with her. Hateful, hesitant eyes and mummers of what to do to hear, how to dispose of her. She remembered how she barely kept herself from crying. Warriors don’t cry; a lesson father drilled into her, even when she so badly wanted to. Someone stepped forward with a hand to reach for her and-

“There you are Zhenfu, sunbathing in the sands again, I see.” A voice broke her thoughts and suddenly she’s back on the beach again. Puppet placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling down at her; a once rare, but daily, occurrence now.

“Hi…” she replied, her orange eyes looking up into their brown eyes, eyes she hasn’t seen that color before their change; their transformation from human to yaoguai monkey, like her, but is it really fair to compare a puppet to a human? She thought so, but now, after everything? Her hands fiddle her braids, grounded and out of her head, her eyes cast down to her notebook in her lap. Words jolted down, thoughts, feelings, plans, and a goal.

Names scribbled and crossed out one after another in her notebook, the reason she’s out here at the beach resting under the shade. This place, in a way, reminds her of Puppet and the hopes inspiration will strike. Puppet needs a name, a real name, not the one her father forced on it. No, them; they are not a cold, heartless object, but a living being who always gave her the best hugs. Zhenfu never heard their real name and after all these years, there is a good chance Puppet doesn’t even remember their name either. Puppet has done so much, give so much, even when heaven demanded her for familial connections to her father, they bare their teeth and been on the run for her. She never realized they’ll go to such lengths for her, she’ll find a name that fit them. A perfect name for them, and the growing dread of them if they reject the name. Reject her.

“Is something the matter?” they ask. 

“Just...just thinking about something, but I’ll let you know once I’m done.” She said with a chirp and a smile. “This place is helps. I feel safe here.” Her eyes moved to look at the vastness of the ocean. The waves gently roll onto the sands and the distant sound of gulls’ cries.

 They hum, “That’s good and I’ll patiently wait for that something.” Their eyes, soft and full of loved to her, only her, stared out into the ocean. “I need to travel into town. I’ll be back before sundown.” Puppet said, eyes back on her. They give her a reassuring smile when her smile drops. “I promise to be back by sundown, or I’ll pick up Dragon’s Beard Candy. How does that sound?”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good, come back late.” Zhenfu said her smile returned and her ears twitched at the sound of Puppet’s laughter before they pat her shoulder. Alone again with her thoughts and her scribbled in notepad on the cozy beach. She’ll have time to think while they’re out. All she has to do is write on the pages. Just think of a name, one that Puppet won’t reject and regret being with her or. Zhenfu puts her head in her hands and groans. Her tail thumped against the sand, her chest slowly and steadily rise and falls. A name, a fitting name, that it’s theirs and theirs alone. A name that won’t leave her. 

‘They have a vast qi like the ocean.’ She thought, eyes back on the ocean, but it wasn’t good enough for her or at least, there was something missing to add. They did so much, their love and compassion so vast despite everything that happened to them. Always holding her close and letting her listen to their heartbeat, the thrums reminded her that Puppet is alive and here. Zhenfu quickly opens her notepad to write; inspiration finally strikes. A name; vastness like ocean for their empathy, and heart for always keeping it open and loving; Haoxin. A perfect name for Puppet, for them. Now all she has to do is wait for their return. 

Plopping her back onto the warm sand, she gets herself comfortable and closes her eyes. A nap to unwind and reward for a job well done, she can commit to chores after. She sighs as the tension washes away and drifts off to sleep at the sound of waves.

“The bastard is dead and so must his kin,” a voice called out, drawing a sword and marching towards her. Even in her dreams, scenes of the aftermath haunt her. The figure grows and towers over her, all eyes everywhere on her, all chanting for her death. “No need for a trail. Heaven will execute her and have her head on a pike.” Her body can’t move, hands of the dead, those who died by her father, by her, hold her down. Zhenfu opens her mouth to object, but more hands stop her and forces her to stare at the executioner. Smiling down at her as he reaches forth to grab her, sounds of crackles and sparks in the air. 

“Zhenfu.” She’s jolt awake and on her feet, Puppet staring at her with a box in hand and the sun already set. 

“Um…I..” grabbing her braids, hands playing with it to the point it frays. “I…” her shoulder slumps and head is down. Something small and white catches her eye, she blinks, and it was gone. ‘Must be a spirit’, she thought. “You’re late.” She mumbles, attention back to the older monkey beside her.

“I am.” They said, their voice low and soft. “And I kept promise.” They shake the box, sweets rustle inside. Their eyes drift from her to the notepad still on the sand, then back to her again. “I know the nightmares are rough, but I’m proud you’re journaling. It helps just to get it out of your head and-”

“That’s not what I’m using it for.” she cuts them off and continues, “I…I..” Breath in, breath out. “I was writing down a name for you. I hate calling you Puppet and you deserve better, Haoxin!” Their breath hitch and Zhenfu pause.

“What did you just call me?” Their tone is incredulous and Zhenfu can feel her heart drop. She didn’t mean it to slip out and now they’re staring at her with disbelief. The name is stupid and stupid for thinking that they will even accept it, accept her. She can’t look, not with that face they’re giving her; brows shot up and mouth agape, the box of sweets slowly slipping from their hands.  They hate it and now they’ll hate her too; what was she thinking for even trying to name them? Zhenfu doesn’t have the right to give a name, much less without their permission. “How..how..” sand rustles beneath their feet and hands suddenly on her shoulders. “Zhenfu... please look at me.” She doesn’t want to, but a hand cups her cheek and she leans into it; finally she looks at them with tears.

Similarly, the two match with teary eyes, “How did you remember my name? I only said it when we first met.” Did they? Zhenfu never knew they had spoken their name before, Haoxin, to her or to anyone, for that matter. They have been a part of her life as far as she could remember, present since she was a baby. Her body quickly pulls against them, arms trapping her as they hold her close to their chest. The warmth, the familiar warmth, seeps into her like a blanket. The two stay quiet as they held each other. And when she’s carried liked all the countless times, carried into home and tucked into bed.  

The aftermath haunts her again, even nuzzled in Haoxin’s arms and chest. Placing her right back where the executor, a heaven’s official, was about to reach out to her calling for her head. Paralyzed and stricken with fear, the chants for her death grow louder with the distant sound of thunder. Thousands of hands, claws, and shadows all reach out from all angles. Zhenfu only has enough will to curl herself into a ball. The air cackles with sparks before a deafening sound and the earth rumbling with rage. She still doesn’t look up, not even when screams and the sound of blades clashing, or when sounds of flesh tearing. 

“I don’t care what you do to me,...” a voice booms, something white and very large brushes against her and Zhenfu cautiously peeks up; tattered, dirty clothes with blood smeared and dripping off a curved sword. The owner’s back facing her as they point their blade at the shocked eyes. Her body finally moves, and she rushes towards her protector, sobbing loudly as she clings onto them.  “.. but you’re not laying a hand on this child.” Haoxin declared with teeth, scooping her up with one arm, holding her close and protectively; much like a loving father for their daughter.

[redemptionmade]

would you guys still love me if i were a worm

[sibblank]

*peggle voice* YIIK TWO!

Y2K (pronounced "yuh-two-ick")

[milfygerard]

shout out to anyone who saw that extremely long and mostly incoherent draft i accidentally posted analyzing the 1989 vault tracks i did not mean to unleash that on you

[caledoniasashes]

With a soft laugh escaping her lips, she gave a slight tilt of her head to the side. "You don't say?" The knife she had in her hand was now dipped into the bowl of handmade icing she had prepared moments earlier. "I suppose we all have our weaknesses when it comes to sweets, don't we?" Chuckling lightly, Ashe nudged the bowl of icing carefully over to the male. "Be my guest."

"Well heck, it looks great," he smiled. "I'm something of a baker myself; I'm partial to cookies myself. Do you need any help with the frosting?"

[mr-self-destructxx]

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[glasspyramid2211]

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