#time to bring this back babey !!!!

[melien]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly 2 trans 2 furious is also extremely like [billionsposting as people never meant to be here yet having the symposium while not necessarily having a good time but we can also analyze &/or simply play around with it in other ways with an easy ability to deconstruct things enough for that & perhaps have a good time, perhaps have something way more complicated than that but which could also be called having a good time] like including in its having the "there's a nonbinary f&f character" entry in there at all through kompensoing & monitoring billions since & drawing funny little guys about it (winston, e.g., and taylor) and then also that like, Any & Every Entry in 2 trans 2 furious is of that genre of crucial tour de force visionary symposium understander posts that get 2 notes. and then compiling that is like yes of course this wins an award, a surprise but also not really at all.

[asterdeer]

“why does no one tell the musicians they can just write songs about made up things Like They Used To Do” you’re getting angry at one singer’s marketing persona and then acting like that’s how all music is Nowadays as if “singer-songwriter” isn’t an entire genre because most (pop, at least) artists just Acquire their songs and have done for literal decades. tons of singers don’t write their own songs at all. all due respect, what are you talking about

[greghatecrimes]

HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK >:)

sara hess and liz friedman i owe u my life

SURPRISE! The promised crack video arrives! >:) Happy International Lesbian Day!

This one goes out to not only my fellow House MD-loving lesbians, but especially to the lesbians in the writers' room. We see you, and we bask in the many gifts that you have given us. Real recognizes real. ;) Also, a special thank you to my buddy @childrenofmalkav for beta-watching this nonsense <3

(HEADPHONE WARNING at 0:55 and 1:03)

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[celeryw]

actually need to go to bed i have been waking up extremely late

[bratbarzal]

https://www.tumblr.com/bratbarzal/787273344525516800

Luke on his stupid bean bag I JUST WANT TO EAT HIS FACE who said that but like LUKEY BABEY PLEASE YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT YOURE DOJNG TO ME

I can't stop looking and zooming into the photo!! he looks so mushy and cozy and a little sleep swollen like he just woke up and they dragged him straight from bed onto that bean bag and hauled him out onto the water 😭 you're now the victim of an unsolicited teeny blurb bc I love that boy too much 🙂

“I don’t know what I was expecting from a text that just said come to boat,” you say as you’re close enough to see Luke sprawled back on a bean bag, taking up the majority of space on the deck of the small fishing vessel, “But weirdly enough it wasn’t this.”

“Hey baby,” his smile is soft as he watches you round the dock and come a little better into view, your body swallowed up in one of his hoodies to fight the slight nip in the evening air, and your arms wrapped around a bundle of blankets, “Did you bring the goods?”

His voice still has a slight rasp, something you thought this morning had been fresh from sleep, but he’s no doubt been yelling all day with the rest of the guys out on the water - not that you’re complaining. It’s deep and warm and the sound of it would send a visible shiver down your spine if you weren’t so already encased in the essence of him from wearing his stuff.

It’s the first you’ve seen of him since he was torn from your bed this morning, Jack delivering a very rude awakening with his head poking through the door, and a sharp call of, “Lukey put some clothes on we’re going fishing,” and a complete disregard for how you were promised a full day of doing nothing with the boy you love.

You’d groaned, clung onto your boyfriend for a few minutes longer, and then begrudgingly helped him manoeuvre himself into some warm clothes and a jacket - letting him press sweet kisses into your skin with the promise of making lost time up to you later.

They’d been out most of the day, and when you saw Jack return to the house, he’d said Luke was still hanging out with a couple of the guys - guys you were expecting to see when you approached the boat with the requested items in tow.

A thick blanket and a case of bud light, which you assumed he’d be working through with his friends - but he’s the only one around, jacket still zipped up to his chin like how he left you in the morning and his arm strapped to his torso.

“Of course I brought the goods,” you tell him, hauling yourself onto the boat with the items in hand, and perching yourself beside him to place the crate within reach of his good arm. “Do you want me to swaddle you like a little baby?” You coo at him, a mocking but sweet lilt to your voice as you reach up to push his hair back where it’s gone a little sticky beneath his cap.

“Want you to get in,” he chuckles as he scoots along the bean bag, making just enough room for you to squeeze in beside him - the sort of slot he always leaves for you where you’ll pretty much have to half sprawl over him to be comfortable. “Missed you today.”

And you’d usually probably huff and puff about the way you can see watery footprints on the floor, and you can smell something distinctly fishy and gross, but he looks so cute you can’t even muster up the objections.

Instead you just roll your eyes, working your way down - diligently avoiding the wet patches on the deck and resting on him more than you probably should - settling into his extended arm and curling up against his side, doing your best to drape the blanket over the two of you as you go.

“Missed you too,” you sigh as your body melts into his, one arm tucking between you and the other curling over his torso, eyes fluttering closed as you breathe him in - the slight damp smell of the freshwater infused in his jacket, but the musky scent of Luke still seeping through. “Did you have a good day with all the guys?”

He gives an affirmative hum as a response, almost a sigh of his own, the rumblings of which you feel travel through his chest.

He’s for sure growing tired of being a spectator to everyone else’s summer - watching all his friends play golf, and go fishing, and wake surf out on the lake - but you know deep down he’d rather be invited and watch than stay at home, as much as you’d do your best to keep him company there.

He doesn’t have that much longer left in his sling, and you could tell him that as reassurance, but there’s no point - he knows it better than anyone, and you’re probably the only person who lets him wallow in the misery of it a little instead of rubbing salt in the wound.

He’s cute when he’s pouty, and the easier it is for him to grump about it the less time he spends actually grumpy, weirdly enough. You’d like to think you have him all figured out by now.

“Did they at least let you hold a fish for instagram clout?”

He chuckles beside you, and you last about a second before you’re shuffling to look up at him, taking in the crooked tilt of his lips and the quick flash of teeth, genuine amusement flashing in his eyes - a smile so pretty it makes your heart thump dramatically in your chest.

“Duker let me hold his rod and everything,” he tells you, and you smile back with no hesitation.

“I always knew there was something going on between the two of you,” you scoff, “Gross what you’d get up to with your own dad on board.”

He pinches your side, where his hand rests up the back of the hoodie of his you’re wearing, and his fingers grasp at the bare flesh of your hip.

“You’ve got a one track mind,” he snorts.

“You’re the one talking about touching rods,” you smile, leaning back against him, “And here I thought you were trying to be cute luring me out to your damp, fishy boat to sneak a cuddle without your brothers interrupting.”

“So you think this is cute?” He asks, his arm tightening its hold around you as you press your cheek back to his chest.

“Never been wooed like this in my life.” The sarcasm is clear but the sentiment rings true - even something as small as this makes your heart swell to ten times its regular size when it comes to Luke.

“Wait until the sun sets and you can see the stars,” he hums, lips pressed to the crown of your head before he kissed the spot they were resting against, “Got it all figured out for you.”

“Smelly boat, stale beer, and the stars,”

“The three S’s,” he confirms behind you, like any of this was in any sort of plan before you arrived. He no doubt got to comfy on his bean bag and didn’t want to be alone out on the dock after his friends left.

But you don’t mind, getting comfy by his side and listening to the soft splash of the water against the hull as the boat rocks a little, the movement soothing you enough that you find yourself melting just that little bit extra.

Your plan for the day had initially been to do nothing with Luke, so ending it like this seems like enough to fill the hole that was torn into your original idea.

“Peak romance.” You sigh softly, less sarcastic and a little more sure, because all you really want to do anymore is spend time with him anyway, even if that’s on a beat up bean bag in the middle of a fishing boat you would otherwise never step foot on.

[captain039]

Part 5 Daddy’s Little Girl

Logan x reader

Warnings: Age gap (early twenties reader), swearing, first times, virgin reader, plus size reader, tension, oral f receiving, smut, daddy kink, dom! logan, Abuse (Not from Logan), anxiety, depression, mention of self-harm scars, reader has muscle issues and body pain, angst

@mmeerraa @the141bandicoot @clairealeehelsing @dirtydianaahah @babey-fruit-bat @roseydoesypoesy @landlockedmermaid77 @nonamevenus

Previous part <-

After shopping you head back to his house. You feel like curling up and sleeping or crying, you haven't decided. Logan’s giving you soft smiles and comforting looks and you just want to slap him. You don’t know why, maybe to knock him out of whatever spell he’s under so he realises the situation. You don’t say much apart from a thank you and a going to go to your room before he can speak. You close the door softly sagging against it before you put the two bags down, Logan ended up paying for everything much to your protest. He gave you one raised eyebrow and you should’ve just kneeled at his feet. You huff gripping your hair briefly before sighing. You need to wash the clothes first before you wear them. You in pack and take the tags off before sneaking out hearing Logan on the phone. You tip toe to where you’ve seen his washing machine and frown at it once you’re there.

“Can’t be too hard” you mumble laying your clothes down and looking at the buttons.

You give up, whatever rubic’s cube bull shit this is and go to find Logan. He’s standing in the dining area phone still his ear as he speaks softly. He hangs up with a small sigh before sensing you and turning around.

“What’s up?” He asks.

“Um, can I borrow your washing machine? I don’t know how to use it though” you fiddle your jumper sleeve briefly before he smirks lightly but nods heading to the small room.

“Washing liquid goes in there, turn the dial here, press these two buttons and then the start” he explains and you relay it in your head and nod as the machine starts.

“Thank you” you say and he nods cursing softly when his phone rings.

“Scuse me, princess” he mutters and you nod heading to your room instead. You hear him talk angrily and tense up. You close your door and sigh a little shakily before unpacking the other things you bought. All toiletry items plus some extra things, pain meds, funny looking heating patches, a soft blanket too. You had been embarrassed when you wandered to the bedding area and began running your hands over the blankets with a 6’2 muscular man behind you, watching you. You explained in a mumble how you couldn’t sleep without one and liked the comfort of them. He didn’t judge though saying you didn’t need to explain yourself and that you were shopping for you to be comfortable. A small knock comes and you answer seeing Logan open the door and lean against the frame.

“Alright?” He asks and you nod.

“Everything alright with you?” You ask and he sighs.

“Thomas is kicking up a stink, mans always been bitchy” you can’t help the snort that leaves you at his words, it’s true though Thomas always had something to complain about.

“Sorry” you say laughing softly, seeing him smile too.

“Don’t be” he chuckles and pushes off the door before sitting by you. Your heart picks up as he takes your hand, the one you punched your father with. It’s bruised now not as bad as you thought it would be though. He brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles softly making you flush as he sighs a bit.

“What’s wrong?” You ask and he offers you a smile obviously hiding away whatever thoughts he had.

“Don’t worry about me Bub, you want some lunch?” He asks and you hesitate but nod. He gets up and leaves and you sigh quietly.

You had gone food shopping as well, Logan buying a trolly full of things, asking what you liked and didn’t like. It felt strange and to surreal, like you were going to wake up in your bed now, your father yelling at you for sleeping in. Logan makes sandwiches and you thank him before eating quietly at the table. Your minds in a whirlwind of thoughts. You can’t stay here forever, obviously that kiss he gave you didn’t mean much, he just being overly generous, kind. He’d never want someone like you. You barely finish your sandwich before excusing yourself to go back to your room. You grab a pen and paper, searching up jobs, different hotels, places you could stay it’d be almost impossible to get a job though even if the town was small. You’d need a record of your past two years of work which you didn’t have, bank statements. You spiral into things you need and crash. You lie sideways staring at the wall a few pieces of paper spread on the floor. You read your dad’s messages, hurtful, guilt tripping, fake apologies. You delete them all and his number feeling a little better. Logan had given you access to his wifi so you had free internet for now to research how to live on your own. You googled therapists, the doctors in town too, you needed a referral from the doctor to get into a therapist though. Another knock comes, but you don’t answer it but the door still opens.

“Sorry bub, checking to see if you were asleep or not” Logan says and you feel too exhausted to speak so you shrug. You expect him to leave but the bed dips with his weight and you frown lying your phone down and glancing to him.

“I think this bed is more comfortable than mine” he sighs and you smile slightly but stay facing your back to him.

“What’s with all the papers?” He asks casually and you tense.

“Doodling” you lie and he hums.

“You alright?” He asks after some silence and you sigh. No you’re not alright, you don’t want to explain it to him though.

“You can talk to me if you want to Bub” he says and you clench your jaw. You sit in silence before he sighs softly, gives your shoulder a squeeze before he leaves.

You skip dinner, pretending to be asleep when Logan comes back to check on you. He closes the curtains, covers you with a blanket and flicks your light off before closing your door softly. You wait till he’s asleep before going to your clothes out drying. You grab the ones you had with you that day and put them on again, you fold the blanket up nicely and make sure everything is tidy and neat. You move ordered a taxi to meet you down the road a bit, you have no idea where you’ll go, but it can’t be here. You don’t bother with a note and somehow you’ll pay him back for what he bought. You put what you had in a plastic bag and sneak down the hall. This place isn’t really big enough to sneak around and when you get to the sliding door you see his shadow reflected in it. You stop breathing hoping it’s a figment of your imagination.

“You’re not exactly quiet, princess” he says and you glare at his reflection, great now he’s mocking you.

“I’m leaving” you turn to say like a grown woman.

“A taxi is waiting for me down the road” you add.

“Where will you go?” He asks walking slowly to the end of the hall, flicking the light on making you squint.

“There’s a cheap motel in town I’ll stay at for a few nights” you say.

“Then what?” He asks walking forward some more.

“I’ll find a job somewhere, seek out some job help” you answer.

“Then what?” He repeats and you frown.

“Then I’ll eventually find somewhere to live maybe, or I’ll rent a room with someone” you shrug as he doesn’t speak, just crosses his arms across his naked chest and stares you down so you scoff.

“Stop with this silent scolding attitude I’m not a child, I’m a grown woman, you don’t want me here Logan” you say harshly feeling your own heart break with the words.

“How do you know what I want?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I haven’t taken anything you bought it’s all neatly there with the receipt, I’ll be out of your hair soon” you sigh as he comes closer.

“You didn’t answer my question” he says voice quieter but deeper as he stares you down.

“You saved me out of pity or the kindness of your heart, and I thank you I’ll never forget it and I don’t know how to repay you, but I’ve over stayed my welcome and your resources” you say hating the way your heart beats rapidly and how small you feel. Your phone vibrates with a notification your taxi is here.

“Thank you Logan, and goodbye” you turn so he can’t see your tears going to open the door till a large hand splays atop your head against the screen and stops.

“Logan” you sigh hanging your head. He snatches your phone from your hand and you frown turning.

“Logan!” You yell as he holds it to his ear.

“Hey, sorry Bub, I’m going to have to cancel the ride” he says as you stare with your mouth open.

“Yeah no, it’s a stage name funny enough, yeah I know” he laughs as you glare him down.

“Sorry buddy, have a goodnight” he hangs up eyes meeting your glare as you scoff.

“What the hell?” You say.

“You’re not going anywhere, not till you’re on your feet” he says finale.

“Logan!” You snap at him and he meets your challenge.

“I didn’t do it out of kindness or pity, I did it because I wanted you” his eyes go dark as he stares at you.

“Because I was a selfish prick” he adds clenching his jaw.

“Because I see the way you look at me like I’m a beacon and I relish it” his voice drops and you struggle to breathe.

“I want to take care of you like nobody ever has, I want you here forever in my life, I want your smile in the morning, I want your bad days and good, I want to touch you in so many ways, I want your thighs around my head, I want to treat you like a princess” his words leave you speechless and short of breath as he stared at you with intensity his chest rising and falling quickly. You falter feeling your panties wet and warm, your body reacting on its own accord as you open and close your mouth briefly.

“Oh” is all you manage though.

Next part ->

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS DOING KARAOKE. I WAS DELIRIOUSLY FEVERISH.

offense: they’re singing it wasn’t me by shaggy. they have pyro do the raps. it’s close enough, the rest of the team finds it to be a hoot.

scout: scout will always do baby got back. the team finds it hilarious, if he’s drunk he can be a little gay goofy and nobody will really. think anything about it, a very nice time! the team knows it’s during scout’s song they need to get drunk, because soldier is just ridiculous.

soldier: soldier… jane doe…. jane doe will pick from one of the many songs in the great american songbook. and he loves doing the star spangled banner. he’s not good. but frankly, if the team can get drunk enough, it’s just eight men (and pyro) scream singing the star spangled banner. at this point sedate them. sometimes engie will make him do this land is your land. it’s kind of touching for the rest of the team. they get fuzzy feelings. like they really belong here.

pyro: bust out that taylor swift discography babey! will generally do you belong with me. at this point the men know it word for word, it’s popular, it’s cheesy, it’s a good karaoke choice. the team cheers, they get into it a little. it’s an enjoyable performance!

defense: you know they’re busting out its tricky by run-dmc right? we all know this? their timing is insane. has the team hooting and hollering.

demo: he’ll get the team out of their seats with boogie wonderland. sometimes literally. “get up! get on your feet!” but he definitely gobbles it up. gives a whole show. he’s really just missing some sequins and a wig and this would be a hell of a drag show. definitely has the charisma uniqueness nerve and talent. team is thoroughly pleased.

heavy: it takes a little more coaxing to get heavy up there on his own. but when you convince him… he’s doing one of the saddest renditions of live and let die you’ve ever heard. sometimes snipes will get up there with him and do the horn solos. just an oddly soulful performance. leaves you thinking.

engineer: ….turn it up some. he’s pulling out honky tonk badonkadonk by trace adkins babeyyy! got his guitar, got the amp, he’s turning the base into a country dive bar. kinda hot. everyone ends that with some feelings.

support: they’re soooo wretched i hate these men. they get up there, they’re discussing quietly amongst themselves, they start snickering. never a good sign. demo gets on stage, takes place at the piano. they begin the most heartbreaking rendition of bohemian rhapsody. the team is genuinely tearing up. they never pick regular songs. it’s always some of the saddest shit they can think of.

medic: oh he’s eating i need a hero. he’ll get the team off their feet with that one. he’ll also fall back on any elton john song. he loves im still standing. so does the team. it’s a little funny with the respawn machine bringing them back, right? they think so.

sniper: you know he’s doing who can it be now, right? we all know he’s doing who can it be now? he’s pulling out his sax; they’re all eating up who can it be now. does a different sax solo every time. the team screams when he busts out the sax.

spy: he’s doing le festin. everyone normally gets very confused and then scout realizes it’s the ratatouille song and everyone cheers. it annoys him, he hasn’t even gotten to the good part! let him get to the good part! a lovely ender.

[twyxted-mind]

Pokemon Day Baseless Speculation Poll: Legends Z-A Edition!

It's that time of year; I make a poll with the most bullshit options possible for a Pokemon day reveal and you guys pick which one you like the most

This time I am exclusively focusing on Legends Z-A because they have been super hush hush about it and given what Legends Arceus was like there are SO many ways this one could go

So. With that in mind:

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ SFW & NSFW Headcanons || One Piece!!

featuring: dracule mihawk and arlong

a/n: @everlastlady requested some nsfw headcanons of mihawk! and i’m adding arlong to satisfy my monster fucker needs uwu

summary: NSFW!! degrading, biting, blood, oral mention, mihawk is a sweet babey and arlong is basically an ass

Dracule Mihawk

SFW

Now this man is going to respect you to the very end I can see he's the type man to grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss and tell you how beautiful you are. "You're so beautiful my sweet darling."

And honestly I can see him as a sugar daddy, he'll go after bounties and once he gets the money be prepared to get spoiled! He'll buy you anything. You're his babygirl/boy.

And he'll protect you to the very end, and if someone were to lay a finger on you let's just say they'll be chained up to some bricks and be thrown into the ocean.

He's great with a sword and he's going to teach you how to use a sword, and you're not gonna be as great as him but he's gonna teach you anyways.

Whenever he had to leave for long periods of time he makes sure to take you on a nice dinner the night before. And he's gonna treat you with nice things like gifts, kisses, cuddles and a romantic night in the bed.

He does have to keep your guys relationship on the low, because who knows what will happen if someone got their hands on you because of him, he would feel awful.

Definitely loves giving you pet names!! "Darling, Sweetheart, Dear, Love and Princess/Prince."

He honestly has trouble showing any kind of affection, so it was pretty awkward the first few weeks of dating him. But as time has passed by he started to show you more affection.

NSFW

THE SWORD HE'S CARRYING ISN'T THE ONLY BIG AND LONG THING HE HOLDS AROUND. DUDE IS PACKING, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT.

He isn't too loud in the bed, a few moans and groans. But loves to talk a lot. "You're doing a great job Darling." and "You wrap around my cock so well, you feel so good."

Mihawk knows how to please his lover, he knows what places to grope and kiss. He knows what exactly to whisper in your ear to make you weak to your knees.

He's the type of man to think about your pleasure first rather than his. He wants to put you first. "Be a doll for me and get on your knees."

When he has you pinned against the bed he loves thrusting slowly into you. He loves seeing your face reactions. And also depending on his mood is going to be his pace. If he's pissed off and needs to let out some steam he'll pound you until you pass out. Oof.

Wear his hat and only the hat he's going to be on top of you in a second, his hands all over you. "Oh my, look at you with my hat. I was looking for that." He'll whisper and bring his lips to your neck.

He's definitely into marking you. Such as hickeys and scratch marks.

Man loves oral, and he prefers to give rather than receive. Don't get him wrong he loves a good blowjob but he loves getting in between your legs. He loves all the sweet lewd noises you make and he loves the way you arch your back. And this man loves the way you taste. "You taste divine as always darling."

Arlong

SFW

This man is selfish being, and honestly he's gonna treat you like trash. He's going to treat you more like a pet rather than a lover. So you better buckle up because you're in for a ride. He's very disrespectful towards you.

Considering you're human he's going to treat you like a pile of hot garbage. And he's definitely going be talking down on you. "You're a worthless Human, you're lucky that I keep you as a pet."

Since you belong to him he definitely makes you wear a collar that has his name. "That's right, show the world you belong to me."

Arlong has a huge bounty on his head and he knows that it's a huge risk on you too, because people can go after you and use it against him. But he could give two shits on what happens with you. If they take you away and kill you that's your problem.

He always makes sure you're by his side, whenever he goes on meetings or parties you're always by his side. And when he's sitting on his chair he has you kneeling next to him.

You may be a pet but he still a sugar daddy, he wants his pet to look good for him.

He doesn't bother to call you by your name, but he enjoys calling you "Pet, Stupid Human and Worthless Chum."

You fall asleep whenever he gives you permission, you eat whenever he allows you to eat. He controls your life. He will make you eat out of a dog bowl.

NSFW

He's a very selfish man when it comes to the bedroom, he only thinks about his own pleasure. But if he's in a good mood he'll treat you so well. And he's going to make you feel so good. "I bet human dick can't make you cum like that way I do."

His favorite thing is when you sit on his lap, he'll tug onto your collar roughly. That's his favorite position. Fucking you as he's sitting down. He'll groan loudly in your "God, you're so tight." And loves slapping your ass.

He loves biting you, sinking his shark like teeth into your soft skin makes him hard. Watching the blood drip down, licking it up is a sweet treat for him.

He loves forcing you to your knees as he's sitting on his chair. He loves when you suck him off, he'll forcing your head down. And you better take his full length and trust me babygirl he's huge. He'll also thrust into your mouth.

Arlong is going to fuck you, and fuck you so good that you won't be able to walk for the next few days. And whenever your having sex with him he's going to hit the right places. Making you scream his name out. He doesn't care if anyone hears you.

Loves to mark you, so bite marks. Scratch Marks, Bruises and Hickeys. And you better show off your markings. Be proud of them.

He can fuck you anywhere, and he doesn't care if anyone walks in on you guys. He doesn't care if they watch or not.

Overall he's a selfish being. But he will dick you down so good that you crave it.

[desastre-fag]

Why I believe Audrey two is Seymour's subconscious and not a man eating plant.

I need everyone to hold my hands, look me in the eyes and listen carefully when I say this is my own interpretation based on the musical 2022 production with jeremy jordan and christian borle.

Trigger warnings for: themes of mental illness especially psychosis, mentions of suicide, murder, dismemberment, paranoid delusions, reality not being what it seems, blood and gore and anything else in relation to little shop of horrors.

OK ANYWAYS ON WITH IT !

point number one: Seymour is not mentally well.

He is so open to persuasion and peer pressure as shown not only by how quickly he folds when audrey II asks him to feed him BLOOD but also with how easily mushnik is able to make him his son (my baby seymour is so lonely and desperate for any positive attention). He definitely has depression and in this theory i believe he also suffers from psychosis. The initial feedings to audrey II are acts of self harm as a result of his mental illness.

point number two: audrey II as an extension of seymour.

Audrey II becomes a confidant to seymour, especially when facing ethical dilemmas and his own moral ideals - see feed me (get it) where he becomes convinced orin deserves to die - however i don't think that it is as literal as it is shown on stage. audrey II is an extension of seymour's conscious and subconscious that seymour's psychosis creates as a visual outlet for his own feelings. In reality i theorised that audrey II is a simple plant. although it IS a new discovery it does not become sentient but still brings fame and fortune to mushnik's florist. You may be wondering, well why does he feed it blood then? MENTAL ILLNESS BABEY!!! bringing us back to point one that seymour's subconscious needs to rationalise everything, including that he needs to "feed" this plant to keep revenue coming and reward it for bringing him fame.

point number three: seymour's hands.

Let's skip forward a little bit to when seymour tells mushnik that he needs to go into the plant to retrieve their money. Specifically during this production (as far as i know) seymour gestures to audrey II whilst its mouth opens and then when it begins to close onto mushnik, he stares at his hands and turns them over - reminiscent of characters who have killed and stare at their hands in shock/ in awe of blood that coats them. I believe that seymour does this to show that mushnik does not actually get eaten by audrey II in reality, but is instead murdered by seymour using his hands and then dismembered - similar to orin - and hidden in soil around the florist, but mainly in audrey II.

point number four: audrey II relaying seymour's inner thoughts.

When mushnik confronts seymour initially about his murder of orin and asks him to go to the police, audrey II comes alive with another presence on the stage for the first time in the show (i do not count when someone is being fed to audrey II e.g orin's corpse/mushnik getting into audrey II or audience interaction). Audrey II drives paranoia into seymour's forefront of his mind with his words, getting more and more intense as mushnik tells him to go to the police and prove his innocence. Seymour's irrational and paranoid mind creates this driving force via audrey II, giving him the ability to rationalise the killing of his father figure lest he go to prison.

point number five: orin scrivello DDS.

Orin's death could be labelled a convenient accident - but thats what seymour wants to think - his inaction in helping orin out of the mask is the direct cause of his death and although it is not the same as shooting him point blank, i still consider this an act of murder, the first of many. As mentioned previously seymour is very easily convinced that orin deserves to die for his abusive acts to audrey I, and rationalises that he MUST kill him to feed audrey II who has rewarded him with fame, fortune, and eventually audrey I. He rationalises orin's murder which is the start of his aggressive downward spiral into deeper psychosis and murder and then buries him in audrey II's soil.

point number six: audrey I.

Audrey I is seymour's core desire and main motive for most of his actions - he takes various contracts for money to provide for audrey, he kills orin for audrey's safety, he kills mushnik so he doesn't get turned in for orin's murder and so he can stay with audrey. Everything is centred around audrey because she is a large driving force for seymour. Her influence on him is shown during feed me (get it) in the instrumental section when orin slaps audrey for forgetting her sweater in front of seymour, this is the turning point for seymour's morality and he becomes of the belief some people deserve to die - especially orin.

point six and a half: audrey I going somewhere that's green.

Now let's get to the more complicated part of audrey I's death. NO ONE PANIC I AM NOT THROWING AWAY THE THEORY BECAUSE SEYMOUR ISN'T IN THE SCENE INITIALLY THAT'S ACTUALLY AN IMPORTANT PART OF IT. Seymour experiences a pure psychotic break, hence audrey II being the only one present for the scene initially and conversing with audrey I for the first time. Audrey II IS seymour, just the part of him he harshly represses and barely acknowledges, hence the manifestation of audrey II as a man eating plant. He accidentally fatally injures audrey I and as she dies in his arms, he needs to rationalise it all as a lone act committed by audrey II and not himself. Seymour buries her in the soil along with orin and mushnik.

point seven: audrey II and detaching seymour from reality.

Audrey II serves as a way for seymour to disconnect himself from the reality of his crimes, creating a completely separate entity deemed to feed on blood (fresh and human - why was that specified? to rationalise the murders) and has evil motives (world conquest). What we see is not reality, but what seymour sees.

point eight: seymour's death/suicide.

We see seymour dive into audrey II in an attempt to kill it from the inside, in line with this theory i see this as seymour committing suicide in horror at his own acts and the part of him which manifested as audrey II in his mind. He willingly enters the 'man eating plant' which he has seen eat three separate people with only a small machete, implying he wouldn't know the outcome is death implies he is an idiot. i have theorised that he comes to after audrey I's death and burial and in horror and shame of his murderous acts and the way he justified them he chooses to kill himself - mostly due to the death of audrey I - in order to kill the part of him that allowed those things to happen. Kind of a Jekyll and Hyde situation, killing yourself to kill the second person inhabiting your body and brain.

point nine: the finale.

The finale we see is seymour's final brain functions, bringing all his rationalisations and delusions to a head, where audrey II lives on and goes on to conquer the world with millions of other man eating plants. He gets to see all his victims one final time, and shares a warning to not feed the plants, no matter what they offer you - do not feed delusions or rationalise evil deeds no matter the positive outcomes. Speaking of positive outcomes !

point ten: the rewards system tied to audrey II.

What emphasises and solidifies the rationalisations and delusions are the positive things that happen around seymour as he kills, such as getting into a relationship with audrey I, money, popularity, getting adopted, multiple contracts etc. Reminder that what we see in the show is seymour's perceptions, and that i theorise in reality they are much less positive and are blown out of proportion by seymour so that they are a significant positive outcome of his negative acts. He does not get together with audrey I, they simply interact more than before, the contracts are bad deals, the money isn't as great as it seems, he gets adopted but as we see in the show it is for ulterior motives (seymour sees it as an act of pure love).

conclusion:

I have little shop of horrors brain rot and i love this theory so much it adds a whole new layer to the show, especially the ending ! love the character of audrey II but i also love the idea that he is a manifestation of seymour's subconscious and not actually a man eating plant.

i did not proofread this. hope you enjoyed :)

[sapphim]

Ok I have returned with more, actually. Here's what we know about the Ferelden Grey Wardens from Duncan's and Alistair's time, before the Blight:

Warden-Commander Polara

Duncan became Ferelden's Commander of the Grey in 9:10 Dragon [see note], assuming the mantle from Commander Polara, under whom he had served since the order's restoration in Ferelden. Polara, who hailed from Antiva, had built an amiable relationship with King Cailan. She overcame many of the objections of Teyrn Loghain, who had argued strenuously against the order returning—after all, the Wardens had attempted to overthrow the Ferelden throne centuries before. When Polara disappeared—perhaps recalled to Weisshaupt, although none in Ferelden saw her leave, nor have seen her since—Duncan bequeathed to her son a silverite axe of great value. Duncan said he had wielded it and a twin in younger days, back when he had been a far different man. He'd named the axe "Fiona" after a Warden who inspired him, and suggested that the son ought to take similar inspiration from his mother. It's unknown what became of Polara's son, other than that he fled Ferelden during the same Blight in which Duncan perished. —DA2 Codex Entry: Item: Fiona

note: The events of The Calling took place ca. 9:10 Dragon [That timeline has been riddled with errors but per WoTv2 p.81 "...when the Grey Wardens first returned to Ferelden in 9:10 Dragon... King Maric joined a much younger Duncan and his fellow Wardens in a mission to the Deep Roads."]. The 9:10 date given for Duncan to assume command of the Wardens is certainly in error, as at that point in time he was a babey Warden who'd been recruited about six months prior [per The Calling].

Warden-Constable Reyor

The following is an excerpt from a letter [...] written by a Warden-Constable Reyor two months after Alistair's recruitment: "I know you said it was unnecessary, but as I investigate all new recruits I looked into this Alistair lad... and it's rather odd. There was an old groundskeeper who knew him and seemed quite fond; she reminisced about the night Alistair was first brought to Redcliffe Castle. She mentioned a young man of Rivaini descent bringing the boy, and intrigued, I gave her your description. She didn't know if that original young man was you, but she said she'd seen you come to the castle often through the years, asking after Alistair's progress and watching him. I have to ask: Is that true? Is there something about the lad the Wardens should know?" And the response from Warden-Commander Duncan: "Alistair is the son of an old friend. As my travels indeed bring me to Redcliffe from time to time, I have looked in on him. I believe he is a worthy addition to our ranks. There is nothing more you or the Wardens need to know." —World of Thedas vol. 2, p. 80

Richu & Tamarel

Duncan stood silently at the gates of the village. To his right crouched Tamarel with her bow. He had recruited the young elf for her sharp eye; she had justified his confidence through methodical, deadly hunting [see note]. To Duncan’s left waited Richu, as experienced a Warden as Duncan himself, thick arms crossed and waiting. In war, victory Duncan recalled the start of the Grey Wardens’ motto, the part he held closest to his heart. War never offered any choice but to win; in the battles the Wardens fought, losing meant the destruction of everything they knew and loved. Any sacrifice, if it meant victory. Triumph, no matter the price. The three were nearing Redcliffe when they felt the tugging at their souls, the sensation familiar to any Warden that warned of twisted foes approaching. It is a blessing and a curse, thought Duncan, to sense the darkness in time to fight it, but also to know that a piece of that darkness will always be with us. In peace, vigilance It was centuries now since the end of the Fourth Blight, and the world had moving on. Some said the darkspawn no longer existed, or thought that occasional darkspawn raids in remote lands proved them now no more than a nuisance. But although the battles were hidden from human eyes, the dwarves still clashed with the darkspawn in the Deep Roads. Ignorance would not make the threat disappear. Here, in this remote village in southern Ferelden, the darkspawn had risen in such numbers that the people had been completely overwhelmed. Duncan shook his head, nodded once, and a several darkspawn near the center of the village fell to Warden arrows. Duncan and Richu charged, steel glinting in the moonlight, to engage the creatures in close combat. There were more than a score remaining to confront the three Wardens, but Duncan reckoned the odds fair. Blades slashed through dark flesh, and Tamarel cautiously pressed forward into the village, loosing arrows upon any darkspawn that thought to flee. The Grey Wardens cut the darkspawn down to the last. Covered in dark ichor and his own red blood, Duncan surveyed the combination of partially eaten human corpses and newly dead darkspawn. A few, maybe three or four, villagers stirred, staring out at the scene with lasting horror. “We were too late,” Tamarel said. She was right; Duncan knew in his heart that the survivors had already been tainted. Those who avoided a quick, excruciating death would be driven mad, turned into diseased and rabid killers. He cursed and spit and wiped his sword clean. He stepped forward. The villagers looked on him with mounting terror, their eyes growing wide as they turned black. They turned and fled. Tamarel’s arrows slammed into the villagers’ spines as they ran. They died because they must, died to prevent the spread of the same taint that gave the Grey Wardens their connection to their enemy. That same evil that would eat away at the three Wardens until one day each would decide it was time to descend into the Deep Roads for one final walk into the shadows, to end their lives with purpose rather than wasting away from sickness. In death, sacrifice The final line of the Wardens’ motto is doubtless the most crucial. Every life must have meaning; every death must have purpose. Waving his hand, Duncan called the others to him and they began the bitter task of burning the village to ashes. Nothing was to be left. —Bioware Wiki: Duncan

note: We know that Tamarel was no longer present at the time that Alistair was recruited [six months prior to the events of Dragon Age: Origins, per his dialogue] as he states [see below] that there were no women in the Ferelden Wardens during his time, and the only elf was a man named Tarimel................ wait oh my god he transitioned good for him

Gregor (Grigor?) & Kherek & Tarimel

Warden: What was it like to be a Grey Warden, with all the others? Alistair: I didn’t know them for very long, but I guess it was longer than you. You never met them all, did you? Alistair: They were quite a group. Actually, they felt like an extended family, since we were all cut off from our former lives. Alistair: We also laughed more than you’d think. There was this one time… well, you probably don’t want to hear stories about men you didn’t know. Warden: Weren’t there any women? Alistair: Not as Grey Wardens, not while I was there. I saw pictures of some who had been, and they all seemed to be able warriors. One was even a templar. Warden: Were there any elves amongst them? Alistair: Just one, a man named Tarimel. He kept to himself, mostly. I got the impression that his life before the Grey Wardens was… unpleasant. Warden: Were there any dwarves amongst them? Alistair: There was one when I first joined, a dwarf named Kherek. He was one of the elders and he… left for Orzammar before the reports of the Blight began. Alistair: It’s too bad, really. Kherek said that he never wanted to go back. He wanted to die fighting darkspawn on the surface. Alistair: There was one Grey Warden who came all the way from the Anderfels. What was his name? Gregor? Grigor? He was a burly man with the biggest, fuzziest beard you’ve ever seen. Alistair: And the man could drink. He drank all the time but never got drunk. Finally we all made a pool to see just how many pints it would take to put him under the table. Warden: Sounds like you had a lot of fun. Alistair: Sometimes. We were kin, of a sort. All of us had gone through the Joining, so we knew… anyhow, it doesn’t have to be deadly serious all the time. Warden: I bet I could have out-drank him. Alistair: Oh, I honestly doubt it. You might have tried, but this fellow had a supernatural constitution, I swear. Alistair: Anyhow, we never did find out. He said he’d drink a pint for every half-pint that the rest of us drank. He was still going by the time the rest of us were passed out. Alistair: I’m told that Duncan walked in later on and saw us all passed out from one end of the hall to the other, and Gregor still drinking. Duncan laughed until he nearly… until… —Dragon Age: Origins

Rondall

[...] it appeared Alistair did well among the Grey Wardens. He flourished in a way he never had in the Chantry, quickly growing attached to his fellow Wardens and they to him. One can see this in a letter he wrote to Arl Eamon but never sent: "I didn't think I belonged anywhere, Uncle. You said I should try my best, and I really did when I was in the chantry. Well, that's a lie, I suppose. I wanted to try. It was hard to want that, however, when everyone's always scowling at you.[...] "But the Wardens are different. Everyone who comes here... they didn't belong anywhere, either, and then they found this cause. They found each other. They don't know anything about me, where I come from, and they don't care. Duncan said I was worthy, and that's all that mattered. I thought the man must have been insane to pick me out, me of all people, but now... Now I don't know. They say I'm learning fast. I beat Rondall in a spar the other day, beat him honestly, and... I think I might be good at being a Warden. They think so, too." —World of Thedas vol. 2, p. 81

[rosemaryentombed]

i also wanna highlight that ethan had a choice back in mi3. he coulda let julia die. he coulda been the mission man and sacrificed his wife, like any good soldier. but he did not. ethan’s true rebellion was in deciding his wife’s life was more important than anything else.

and lemme y’all somethin - if ethan got sent back in time with the future’s knowledge, he would STILL get the rabbit’s foot to save julia. despite the suffering and the horrors the antigod would go onto create, because that shit really don’t matter at the end of the day. at the end of the day, all that matters is that a man saved his wife and asked her to kill him. maybe next time, ethan doesn’t tell julia how to bring him back, but even THAT wont matter, bc julia will bring him back anyway. cuz that’s love babey

[iliketangerines]

First time asking, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I know you write more on the Earthrealm men, but may I request something with Syzoth x reader? (amab preferred but if you're more comfortable writing afab that's fine). I don't have anything specific in mind besides possibly both Syzoth and the reader's love languages are biting. (Idk I just see Syzoth as the type to be a very affectionate biter)

my marks on you

a/n: oh babey ofc i write for syzoth, need this big old lizard man

pairing: syzoth x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), biting kink, praise kink, slight degradation, blow jobs, fingerfucking, slight body worship, overstimulation, breeding kink

Syzoth licks at the bites wounds in your skin as he fucks into you

you coo at him, telling him he’s doing so well, and he whines into your skin as he continues to thrust his hips in and out of you

you bite your lip as he presses his tongue into the pulse at your neck before leaving a harsh bite there, sharp teeth digging into your skin hard enough to make a mark

your body aches with the bites all over your chest, your nipples, and your thighs, but Syzoth looks no better with the amount of bites you marked into his skin

you pet his hair with one hand, telling him he’s such a good boy, and you lightly pump at your own dick as Syzoth whimpers into your skin

he sobs out as he cums inside of you again, and you can feel the remnants of his cum from earlier drip out of you

you wipe away the tears on his cheeks as he continues to fuck into you, cock still hard and throbbing despite the number of times he’s fucked into you

you chuckle at his pathetic little bleat as the overstimulation settles into him but how the instinctual need to fuck and breed his partner keep him from stopping

you tell him he’s such a needy little whore for you, huh, and he whines into your neck as his cock slides in and out of you

his hand paws at your cock, desperate to jerk you off and have you cumming on him, but you slap his hand away and tell him he needs to earn it

to be honest, your patience and self-control is waning with every thrust that Syzoth gives you, but he look so good pathetic and whiny as he fucks into you

you tilt his head up and bring him up to kiss you gently as you trail your other hand over his arms, tracing the hard muscle and tattoos

his hips stutter inside of you at the kiss, and he whines into your mouth as he begs you to let him please you, he wants to make you feel good to

you hum and bite his lip, and he moans at the pain

you pull back from him with a coy smile and tell him that he has to cum inside of you one more time, to be a good boy for you and breed you properly

Syzoth whines and starts fucking into you with harsh thrusts, hands going down to grip onto your waist and bounce you on his cock

you moan and throw you head back, and Syzoth whimpers as his fingers presses bruises into your skin and his seed spills inside of your abused asshole

you pant as Syzoth immediately brings his hand up to stroke you, spreading the pre-cum pearling on the tip of your dick all over your shaft

he slips out of you and gets on his knees and drags your hips closer to him

he drags his forked tongue along your cock, and you grip onto his hair and purr that he’s such a good boy on his knees for you

Syzoth whines and lavishes your cock with attention, kissing up and down the length before taking your dick into his mouth and bobbing his head up and down

you hiss as he presses his tongue into the vein on the underside of your cock, and his fingers tease the rim of your asshole before sliding in and fucking his cum back into you

you moan and grip onto Syzoth’s hair as you tell him that he’s such a good boy, being a such a good whore and sucking you off obediently

he whimpers around your cock, and he doubles his efforts, fucking his fingers into your asshole and curling them perfectly into your prostate and taking your cock all the way down his throat until his nose hits your pelvis

you throw your head back in pleasure, and your hips jerk into his mouth

he doesn’t even flinch, continuing to bob his head up and down your sensitive cock, and you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching you after all the teasing earlier

your legs twitch, and it’s the only warning Syzoth gets as you cum inside of his mouth

he whimpers in surprise, but he swallows it dutifully

you pet his head and tell him good boy, to swallow it all like a good pet

he takes his mouth off of your cock after he’s drinked all your cum, a string of drool connecting the two, and he looks up at you with dazed and glossy eyes

you laugh and tell him to come and kiss you, and he eagerly climbs into the bed and kisses you, pressing his tongue into your mouth and making you taste yourself

you moan at the kiss and trails your hands up and down his body, squeezing the muscle appreciatively and making the man whine into your mouth

he grinds his cock into you, still hard and aching despite the loads of cum he had pumped into you earlier, and you smile into his lips

you grab onto the back of his neck and flip you both around so he lays on his back in the bed

you trail kisses down his body, nipping at his nipples and leaving bite marks on his chest and his neck

he grips onto the sheets and whines into the air, hips bucking up and desperate for attention

you kneel down now, cheek laying on the inside of his thigh as you bring your hand up to pump his cock lazily and press your thumb into the slit

you coo at him, telling him he must be a desperate little thing to still be hard, and Syzoth whimpers out a yes

you smile coyly at him and say that you’ll make sure he gets his fill before you lick a long stripe up his cock

Syzoth’s mind spins, and he knows it’s going to be a long night when you press teasing kisses along the head of his aching cock

[firestorm09890]

actually sort of unbelievable how much Zexion haunts the narrative compared to the other Organization members in Castle Oblivion. Vexen also does, but like, he actually deserves to. It's his replica project that's a central plot device in both CoM and Days, him not being there to keep it on track causes many problems. but Zexion? it's. a lot, especially considering back in 2004 people on game forums were calling him the most useless organization member (no respect for strategists smh, it's aaaalways about powerscaling and combat ability to these people)

we start with Replica Riku going to fight Riku after realizing that even if he has "newfound power" (Zexion's) it's still not actually his. in the Days novel Axel brings up Repliku devouring Zexion like two other times when thinking about Xion's state of being. I'm not even counting this. novels don't count and it's not like Repliku uses any illusions or anything, it's just his raw power.

In regular canon Days, Axel makes explicit mention of him when talking to Saïx.

He also mentions Marluxia, but it's in the middle of their conversation, when talking about how Marluxia was a traitor after all. This, on the other hand, is like an important thing Axel almost forgot to mention.

He later brings up getting rid of Vexen and Zexion, but the first time is just Zexion. These two are true for both DS Days and HD Cutscene Days.

And then! Zexion gets a voiced cutscene in the middle of Days! The game that does not do voiced cutscenes except for when they want to do something really big!

my beautiful wife nintendo ds dual screen

And they couldn't just reuse things from Re:CoM either because the memory Riku's having was of a moment that used dialogue bubbles, they put in work for this.

I think?? The scene is supposed to showcase Xion absorbing thoughts from other people? It's really weird since it's the only time it happens to someone who isn't Roxas but you know what this means? Riku was thinking about it. 8 months later, Zexion's accusations are still burned into his mind. This is REAL NARRATIVE HAUNTING, BABEY and it KEEPS GOING

Before Zexion put the idea in his head, Riku didn't even consider that Sora might not accept him with the darkness in his heart. He had his big moment in CoM where he accepted himself, but it still scared him badly enough that he did... basically everything he did in kh2 instead of trying to find Sora and talk to him. Zexion's actions "lived" this long. I think it's 3/4 that Sora's memories of CO were erased and 1/4 that Marluxia simply did not have the presence in the Organization to leave a gaping void after his death but man, the final boss left barely a whisper in comparison to this.

And then finally there's this of course

done to keep his weapon a mystery but how weird do you think it must've felt for the characters to see it? did they wonder what happened? I sure wonder what happened

also I lied this somehow isn't the end. for whatever reason in Melody of Memory Zexion gets more spotlight than almost every other member of the original organization except xemnas and the sea salt trio

in conclusion i hate it here. I would also say Vexen deserves more respect for leaving the most obvious void in the group after his death except that someone wrote a full 358/2 Days au longfic about it so I really don't need to

[pilotprojectvogelfrei]

Project V DRAFTS! Vogelfrei 2: Wilder Winter

Beware, Art and Writing spoilers ahead!

Vogelfrei 2: Wilder Winter (V2:W2) Believe it or not, but this doodle from November of 2024 has a crazier lore than all of Vogelfrei 1 combined. *More drawings follow at the very end!

Start note

Hello folks! I’d like to start by wishing a great day to the 6-ish people following this Gravity Falls Shenanighans account ! After some debating and consultation, I decided to post ahead some designs for characters which will make an appearance in the sequel. (that’s right, Vogelfrei is a duology fanfic project!)

Since character designs are subjected to change(Especially Lidia who might have to change colour because I’ve seen other lilac triangle ocs on Tumblr), I’d like to layout the idea of it at least before it becomes unoriginal. After all, a story cannot solely rely on the element of surprise to be good, it’s the content that makes it interesting.

Vogelfrei will have a Sequel?

The first book is barely at its beginning and it already has a sequel?

Why, yes! I had the unfortunate idea of creating an outline for the sequel back in December of 2024 while searching for an ending of the first book.

What’s so different about Wider Winter?

Wilder Winter will focus on out-of-worldly shenanigans a lot more than the first book!

It will also have a ton of invented concepts for the narrative that strays further away from TBOB, going against nearly EVERYTHING that happened in the canon series and books.

Basically, it’s undoing most of the effects of Bill’s past crimes while consequences follow.

Without further ado …

Summary

Bill Cipher , a patient in the Theraprism’s Interdimensional Tyrant Ward, had been sentenced to a rehabilitation program called Pilot Project Vogelfrei. Previously, he had been sent to Earth in the dimension 46’/ and had been working on himself while illegally squatting living with the Ramirez and Pines families during the summer of 2015, before an incident which led the early conclusion of the project.

Fortunately for himself, Bill Cipher was soon released back into the multiverse and had been living a relatively quiet life back in Gravity Falls, Oregon, USA. However, the following winter, trouble follows him as he and the family reunited for the holidays. While Ford and Bill go out to gathered firewood, they get ambushed by an invisible enemy and Bill gets severely injured.

In the aftermath of the fight, Bill was violently removed from dimension 46’/, leading to a chain reaction that soon put the multiverse’s stability at stake.

He ends up in his metaphysical form yet again, encountering people who should’ve been dead, while trying to evade his own death. Vogelfrei 2: Wilder Winter, Featuring:

-cutiesy queer-platonic Billford at the beginning. (NOT the main focus of the story)

-Bill on a death row, AGAIN!

-The rebirth of Euclidia?!

-Time Baby is back, babey!

-Ford and Bill ,in different places, being inter-dimensional criminal menaces.

-Are those bounty hunters or simply killers with a warrant?

-The Pines and Blendin Blandin travel through space and time.

-Bill is NOT FIT to be a trusted adult, but here we are.

-Tad Strange, Bill Cipher and Steven Pyramid are NOT related.

-“Who gave that kid a GUN?”

-Surprise adoption?

More Art (traditional and digital)

[transcript of the convo between Bill and Lidia]

Bill: OH EM GEE LIDIA VERTEX, have you NO decency?!

Dee: *squints* …

Bill: And anyways, I’m an equilateral, that makes me better than you.

Dee: … *thinking to herself* oh my Pythagoras, not this again.

Dee: *smirking* Oh yeah? Well I think you’re just an OLD SORE LOSER who tries to cover up the fact he got no boyfriend.

Bill, his eye blood red: NOT TRUE !

[end of transcript]

End note

Vogelfrei 2 will be even more of a mixed media project, I plan to experiment making it into a comic. However, I need to bring Vogelfrei 1 to completion first, so V2:W2 might come in a year or two depending on how fast u finish the current book. In sum, this is a sneak peek of some characters that will make a later appearance. (it ails me that I have to wait months before I get to use these goobers 😩)

Again, if there are any questions or comments, all are welcome and appreciated! Though this story will be published waaaaay later because I planned this thing like those 5 year plans under communism regimes.

Honestly, with my current writing speed, we might see it finished in 5 years when the evil Cheeto and his Hairless Elongated Muskrat explode.