#Journal Page: Queue

[familylightfox]

Gibbous' creation and background before Light's rescue. TW for Child Abuse. Not for the faint of heart:

Gibbous was created using the same bioproject program that created Shadow. The same project that produced Light and a number of other unnamed bioprojects within the empire. To do so, Sonic (who was captured at the time with the rest of the Freedom Fighters) was forced to transform into his werehog state for a sample of his DNA to be extracted. Infinite used the Phantom Ruby to accomplish this, and it was not a painless procedure.

After she was released from the Gestation Pod (early, I might add, due to Robotnik's impatience to have a means to torment Sonic), much of her life was spent chained to Robotnik's throne by his foot. Often, the man would get frustrated with something and kick her across the room in a tantrum. If she didn't immediately return to his side, she would be dragged by the chain and dangled in the air while he screamed in her face.

Orbot and Cubot were instructed to care for her basic needs. This included walks for bathroom breaks, a meager meal, claw trimming, and the occasional bath. She was treated like an animal. A prized poodle without the pampering.

Infinite often used the power of his Ruby to warp reality around her. Create shadows and 'demons' to chase her when Robotnik wasn't in his throne room. Oftentimes, to the point where she would lose control of her bladder due to fear. Which would lead to the tyrant losing his shit when he returned and once more take his anger out on her.

By the time Light had managed to rescue her from Robotnik's clutches, she was severely underweight. Her ribs were visible along with all of her spine. Patches of fur were missing from where she would attempt to chew parts of her skin from anxiety. Her body is covered in healed scars.

For the first three weeks, she spent all her time under Light's bed and only came out when he was asleep to eat or drink.

[familylightfox]

Both hybrids had shaken off the glass falling from the above lights. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Eggman’s overhead lights did the same thing. Then again, he also usually sent mechs to address the heroes, much like GUN was doing now. The only difference was these were humans.

Volt couldn’t help the way his body reacted to seeing all those guns pointed their way. The rumble from his throat soon turned to a snarl as Harmony’s shield blocked them from any harm.

Maybe there was a bit of satisfaction as he spotted one or two holding their weapons with shaking hands.

If they wanted a monster, he could show them one… But Harmony’s presence next to him, the calming energy that flowed around her as she maintained the shield helped to calm his anger. Kept him in the present. It did not stop him from pooling more of his energy into his hand and slamming it into the ground in front of them.

As chaotic in nature as it was, electricity was quick to race along the metal floor and jump onto the soldiers kneeling to fire their weapons. All it had needed was one point of contact and spiraled from there.

By the time Shadow had called their name, a number of those attacking them were left spasming on the floor.

Harmony was quick to turn her head, waiting for her father to sprint by her and towards their friends before she dropped her shield and followed. They entered the room and looked around, the teen grabbing the door, which Shadow had broken and doing her best to jam it back into place. Hopefully, that would buy them a bit more time as she leaned her weight against it.

“Find it yet?”

They offered a small nod. Quick recovery in high-stress situations... Maybe they'd ask the hybrid, once everything was said and done. For now, they'd be taking it at face-value.

"Th' bullets're?..." Well, Harmony had been keeping up with Berry- it shouldn't have come as any surprise to them. More to process later, when their brain could finally think instead of snagging. So much to sort...

Since when had 'save the world' entered their goals? Did it matter, when it had shot straight to the top of their list? They couldn't stand idly by while it was obliterated by a madman. But unlike their companions,...Cedar was pretty sure they didn't have a valid skill to aid in the upcoming fights, save healing. Perhaps it was fate that they got the role they usually took in games...

"Then I suppose I won't worry." There was the faintest twitch as hands laid on either shoulder- but it was swift to pass in favor of focusing on his power. A small spark, a wave of red that danced as the quills on the back of his head all tensed by the smallest margin. Red flickering and flowing, grasping at that power. He could see the momentary flash of a warning- Chaos Control. In an old, dusty base filled with memories that ached like old wounds- the next, the pristine walls of an up-to-date base that felt both familiar, and utterly, totally foreign.

"It's fine." It wasn't like any of them could get hurt, anyway. At least, not by something going that slow. The showering glass did nothing to him- though Cedar had instinctively raised their hands to defend. They paused as the glass harmlessly landed on their fur and bounced off- not scratching skin. Alright...?

"Goin'!" The pounding of boots, the yell of soldiers as bullets plinked and clattered to the floor. Ahead, the field of lasers that had been active when the four initially landed was gone. Just a short hallway- one that Shadow was swift to run down, a blur of orange and red. His sparks had bounced along the corridor, jumping at the last moment to slam into the door- smashing it open, into darkness.

"What the Hell-?!"

"Aren't those the monsters from Tokyo????"

Cedar was running as fast as they could, their ears laying flat on their head. They barely glanced back- some sort of force field- before their eyes were forward again. Volt's kid was something else. They couldn't be more grateful in that moment, honestly.

"Harmony!" Time to pull back a bit- narrow the point down. The four wouldn't be staying long- just enough time to find that damn key, and then they'd be gone. Though, with the power out...well.

"Try th' center of th' room- it's where every boss hides quest items!"

[familylightfox]

|X| @powered-by-prower

It made enough sense for Volt as he passed off the glass of wine to a patron who was more than happy to go back to their table in the dining room and back to their conversation. The rest of the guests milling about were sorted for the moment and gave the hybrid a chance to gesture towards the kitchen with one hand.

“Sure. I’ve got fresh coffee brewin’.” A drink of choice for a conversation between parents. Just not before he chuckled and pointed to the now empty box that had been left the other day. “I think we can probably safely assume they’re friends. Harmony doesn’t make bracelets for just anyone anymore.”

Not without getting something in return. The perk of bartering in the village.

“Ya still got the key? They’re a pain t’ get remade so don’t lose it.”

[impersonhood]

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[loppezz]

Journal

[LOG #2]

Hi again to whomever reads this. uh. yeah...

Where do i even begin. i want to get a lot of thoughts out onto a page so here i go.

wemmbu, devasted snow civ. It wasn't him directly but it could have been prevented if he wasn't so damn stubborn. My life's work, the last thing I had to my name. Now I'm left alone in the soft cushion of snow left where it once stood tall. Desolate and in my own thoughts.

Going into this i didn't even consider wemmbu at first, he was the bottom of my list. But he was the only one on that list who wouldn't kill me at first glance... kinda (he popped my totem but that's because he didn't know it was me). I was desperate, those guys they stole my home, and rigged it with explosives. Evil.

Sighhh, im cold. The time of me writing this is midnight, at this point i would have gone inside, sat by the many campfires scattered around with the comfort of my friends to confide in, but now what do i have? Nothing.

Part of me really wants wemmbu dead. He's been the antagonist of my life. A burden on everything ive tried to accomplish. I'm so stupid for putting my trust in him again. Y'know i really thought he had some remorse for me, he went along with it for so long but he couldn't stop himself. Eggchan might of been able to stop him, but it takes 3 damn weeks to log back into the server-- stupid queue. So it wasn't possible for him to come.

The other half of me though, thinks i deserved this. Albeit i was trying pushing an immovable object. #karma haah... I chose a psycho, who've ive wronged in the past. Back in the zam empire, i was opposing him, i destroyed his civilisation. I placed hundreds of tnt within those walls. So maybe this is his way of getting me back for that? some sort of petty play to piss me off? After all this time? I dont know...

Im pushing back the urge to blow up this netherite he dropped me. But its the only thing keeping me warm at the moment so id rather not. Gosh what did i do to deserve this?

That crater. thats what i imagine my heart looks like right now. A giant gaping whole, reduced to rubble, smashed to bits. Yknow when i watched it blow up, i made sure to stare at it for as long as i could before it did. Just in hopes of keeping it a little while longer...

Where do i go from here? Do i try to rebuild? Look for salvation elsewhere. Who can protect me, if i cant protect myself.

Signed Lop.

[familylightfox]

Standing at the top of the steps, Volt couldn’t help but smile with his wave to Rya as she began to depart. She knew she was always welcome there at the Inn and also within the village. Not a single resident had issue with her presence. In fact, quite a few enjoyed her visits as there was usually a good amount of gossip to share.

But Volt was also pretty sure that some of that gossip involved the two of them as well. He just kept that fact to himself and grinned.

“Once the water warms up just a lil more.” A promise for the upcoming months. Their lake adventure something that the hybrid wasn’t going to soon forget. Another wave was given, even though his friend’s back was to him until she was out of sight. Then it was back inside to finish up a few of the chores he had put off.

Until the next time she came to visit.

~*End*~

Rya beamed as the hybrid accepted her offer. She supposed that's what it was anyway. Really, she just wanted to make sure her friends were safe, like she said, and she had found no better way to instill fear in enemies than eating them. Slowly. A little fact she kept to herself. Maybe one day she would have to display that little trait, maybe not.

Time would tell, and it was often funny in ways that even The Gorgon couldn't describe.

She never expected to befriend someone like Volt, or his daughter, and yet there she was. Once feared by many, for good reason, and devoid of friends she had come a long way, as some would say. It had been a while since she had been welcomed in a place so genuinely. Even her own home had qualms about her at times, but here there was no judgment. It was odd, but she liked it.

She smiled, a sure sign she knew that Volt's words rang true. Maybe, just maybe, she would test that in the next few weeks, to see how much the village really could take of her. Just for fun. For now, she was going to leave her friend to his business. She had taken enough of his time.

"If there is going to be food, I will come," she said, her tail flicking happily to one side before she descended the stairs. Her next stop was obvious, but she still waved a little goodbye before meandering towards the lake.

"And do not be too shy to join me again some time in the water."

[dog-teeth]

hello!! i hope you're doing well and i really like your art. sometimes i just go through your blog at random times to look through your artworks and i find it really comforting haha. also i hope this isn't rude but i always really liked your journal doodles and was wondering if you had any recent ones you were willing to share. sorry if this is rude in some way im just really fond of the scribbly (?) nature of the doodles. hope you have a good day <3

thank you so much for asking, this is really sweet and it means a lot to me! here are some doodles from my journal, i havent been at my most prolific lately and part of it is i hate the paper of my current journal. i got one with thick paper bc i thought it'd be better for ink drawing, and it is nice that the drawings dont bleed thru the other side of the page, but i find it bad to draw on :/ im at the end of it tho so hopefully i'll be journaling more soon Yay

about three weeks after this comic came this one lmao:

there's a 10-photo limit so i'm going to queue a few more posts of drawings from my journal that are a little better than these ones. thanks again for sending an ask, i love sharing my work on here

[thedwarrowscholar]

"Of Fans and Scholars"

🎓 A Note Before We Begin

This post was sparked by a recent conversation — a friendly and supportive exchange with a Tolkien-studies academic I’m collaborating with on a project (whom I won’t name, as none of this is meant personally). During our chat, they mentioned something in passing: “but that’s just fan postulating.” It wasn’t directed at me, nor was it meant unkindly. Yet it stayed with me — not because it was harsh, but because it reminded me how easily the academic world can, often unintentionally, slip into gatekeeping. And how quickly the word fan can be used to diminish rather than describe.

And as the queue is finally more manageable than it has been in many months (dare I say, years), I thought to write a few lines on the matter — some musings, not in bitterness, but in reflection. And with hope for how the line between fan and academic might one day blur in all the right ways.

🎒 What’s in a Title?

I don’t have a degree in Tolkien studies. I didn’t walk the academic path. Life steered me elsewhere — those options were never really on the menu — and frankly, I have no regrets.

I’ve spent over thirty years studying the Dwarves of Arda in every conceivable way. Not broadly across the Legendarium, but deeply — obsessively — into one corner of it. And as someone who collects trivia that never leaves their brain, I dare say I know a thing or two about these bearded creatures.

So when I hear the word fan, I try to embrace it, not shy away. Because I am a fan — a fan who writes, cross-references, reconstructs, teaches, and shares. A fan who aims to build bridges between what Tolkien wrote and what others dream in its wake.

But it’s that little word just — just a fan — that more academics might reflect on. The word fan can enrich, but just can so easily be used to dismiss.

🎓 Why Some Academics Seemingly Look Down on Fandom Contributions

To be clear, most academics are not gatekeepers. Many are kind, generous, and open to dialogue. But patterns do exist — and they’re worth naming.

🏛 Professional Conditioning Academia teaches scholars to value peer-reviewed, institutionally sanctioned work. If it’s not published in a journal or presented at a conference, it’s seen as less serious — even when it’s more insightful than some published work.

🏆 Protecting Prestige Tolkien studies is a small field. Some scholars carve careers out of narrow areas of expertise. When a fan without credentials publishes a piece that reaches more people — or offers a fresh insight — it can feel threatening. Not necessarily intellectually, but socially. So they lean on tone and credentials as shields.

📐 Assumptions About Method There’s a common belief that fans are emotional, subjective, or casual in their engagement. While some are, many aren’t. In fact, I’ve found fan essays are often more rigorous and linguistically aware than their academic counterparts. But if it's posted on a blog, Tumblr, or forum? It’s often dismissed without a second glance.

🗣️ Tone and Power Imbalance Academics often speak declaratively: “this is what it means.” Fans more often speak collaboratively: “could it mean this?” That tonal difference — authoritative vs. exploratory — can feel condescending, even when unintended.

🛠 The Irony…

Tolkien himself was, in many ways, a fan too.

He drew from ancient and medieval myth — Beowulf, the Kalevala, the Eddas — and reimagined them through his own linguistic and philosophical lens. What he created wasn’t just academic — it was deeply personal. Myth-making driven by passion, not publication.

In a 1951 letter, he described creating “a body of more or less connected legend… which I could dedicate simply to: to England; to my country.” By then Middle-earth was alive on the page, but the soul of it remained devotion — not dissertation.

His languages too began not with a fixed blueprint, but curiosity. While he applied philological rigour, many of his tongues grew organically — scraps in margins, evolving ideas. It was world-building through love.

Today, that process — if not bearing Tolkien’s name — might be ridiculed as fan-fiction, overreach, or headcanon.

🌟 Fans Illuminate, Not Compete

Some hear “fan” and think “lesser.” But that’s not the role fan-scholars play. They’re not rivals — they’re windows.

A Tumblr post about the symbolism of Durin’s Crown might inspire an academic paper on Tolkien’s constellations. A linguistic deep dive into Neo-Khuzdul — often dismissed for not being canon — might provoke serious inquiry into how constructed languages evolve after an author’s death.

This doesn’t threaten scholarship — it expands it.

Yes, we must distinguish what Tolkien wrote from what is interpretation, invention, or reconstruction. That line matters. But one does not cancel the other. Creativity need not come at the expense of rigour — and vice versa.

⚒️ What I’ve Learned

I’ve written thousands of words on Dwarves. Studied everything I could find. Tracked terms through decades of drafts, letters, footnotes. Corrected myself. Rewritten. Built. Trashed. Began again.

Not for a title. Not for a citation count. But because it matters to me.

Am I a fan? A scholar? Something in between? Honestly, why does it matter?

The name “Dwarrow Scholar” was chosen carefully. Not to claim authority — but to honour an older meaning of scholar: Not expert. Not professor. But student. A learner. One who studies.

That’s what I hope to be — in every post, every translation, every overly-long Khuzdul footnote. Someone who shares love through learning. Someone who, through obsession, patience, and a little stubbornness, can help one small corner of Arda shine a little brighter.

Not to close the door — but to open a window. For fans. For scholars. For all who care enough to read this far.

So yes — I’m a fan. Gladly. A fan-scholar, if you will. Not standing apart from the conversation, but hoping to be part of it — and maybe, in some small way, helping it grow.

If that means I’m “just” a fan, then let that “just” carry the weight of years of study, joy, and shared discovery. Because being a fan — curious, dedicated, and collaborative — has never been a lesser thing.

And if we’re lucky, maybe the walls between titles can give way to shared purpose.

Ever at your service, The Dwarrow Scholar

[leithillustration]

TRC reread post 4

TRB chapters 6-8

NINOS!!

Gansey crashing and burning in front of Blue is brilliant every time. They are communicating on completely different levels and I feel Adam cringing so viscerally, while also crying over how much Gansey loves him and is trying to do a nice thing for him (albeit in the most inept way possible)

Adam’s embarrassment is so endearing. His blushing ears! Holding his face in his hands! I love that Blue is immediately flummoxed by feeling drawn to this boy.

In the queue to pay for their pizza, Adam looking around for Blue while discussing the need for an amplifier with Gansey is brilliant. Darn you Maggie, I see what you're doing there!!!

The Brothers Lynch

I’d forgotten how raw Ronan and Declan are. Makes my heart hurt for them. Declan being dumb and angry enough to fight his little bro in the car park is a reminder he’s not really that much older than Ronan is.

And he's so alone. Ronan has such a strong friendship group, and Declan has a string of short term relationships, including a number of Ashleys who may or may not be using him 😭

Declan sucking his bloody bottom lip probably shouldn’t be sexy but it is.

Adam Adam Adam

Adam was 'good at making things quiet.' I love this line. It works on so many levels. You know those people who you love so much when you're around them you feel totally at peace? Yeah, that. Also the fantastic contrast between him making things quiet while Blue makes things loud. AND of course Adam wants to make things quiet, he has been trained to be small and unobserved to keep himself safe, and yet he is surrounded by passionate idiots who have no chill. Blue is loud, spiritually. Ronan is loud in like every way possible. They pull each other around on dolly carts and how does Adam feel picking off a scab he got from messing around with his friend having fun rather than one he got from his dad beating the shit out of him???

Also Adam has a bouncy ball..? This immediately gave me strong Simon Snow vibes- or the Humdrum. Which is such a fun parallel.

Adam feels 'observed' and Gansey agrees. Adam is so fricking perceptive. And isn't that just the most eery sensation.

Blue looks at the stars and tries to find meaning in everything. She's yearning for it. Meanwhile Adam is finding meanings without looking at all, like the significance of everything just keeps throwing itself at him. They are such good counterparts!!

Blue described Adam’s accent as a Henrietta sunset and thats needs to be talked about more imo.

Gansey's Diary Journal

'Longing burst from the pages.'

These guys are all yearning for something so much. And isn't that such a human commonality? I think this is what immediately tied me to this series. They all want, even when they can't verbalise what that want it. And its not a greed thing, but a bone deep longing- for love, for answers, for meaning, for more.

Imagine Gansey's journal.. and then think about what he'd do if he discovered pinterest. Just saying.

I love that Blue recognises the passion that has gone into the journal. Its about the journey, not the destination, etc, which is such a maddeningly accurate summary for the entire series.

[familylightfox]

“We’re called Mobians because the planet is called Mobius.” A few more chin scritches was given to Fafo before the kitten was willing to drop back down onto the floor. He rubbed between the two adult’s legs a few more times, but ran off as the teens in the other room called for him. It was rather comical to look out into the lobby to see the feline all but sprawl out across all four of their laps for attention.

“Here ya have us, Mobians, the ferals, Mobini, and two versions o’ humans. Ya get Humans and then the subspecies that evolved from ‘em called Overlanders. Bit o’ a long story on that one but Mobians and Overlanders didn’t get along… Still don’t at times but it depends on where ya are in the world. Can tell ‘em apart by lookin’ at their hands.” The hybrid raised the hand not holding his coffee mug and held up three fingers and a thumb. “They got three fingers instead o’ four and tend t’ be a bit quick t’ anger if you’re a Mobian.

“But ya won’t see any here in the village. We’re a bit hidden.” Only those that knew the way could find themselves coming to the village entrance. Others usually found themselves lost in the mountains or scared off by the sounds that surrounded the woods. A cursory glance given to the grinning teenagers who were occasionally behind those sounds.

For some reason, they loved scaring those urban explorers.

“But enough about us and everything. Go get yourself settled in the spare bedroom and then take in the sights in the village. There’s plenty t’ see and do. I got some chores t’ finish up and get plans made for dinner.” They’d sorted out everything that they needed to. Now it was time for Danny to see what the village was all about. From the music to the dancing and competitions. Not to mention all the homemade food and drinks.

"Now you're speakin' my language! Singing and dancing is most of my career!"

That was what he'd originally gone to Hollywood for. Yes, now he played roles that had neither of the two, but it didn't change how music was his passion. How he loved playing instruments, singing, and dancing. Maybe he could find a slot in the festival to perform, what a dream it would be to show this world what he could do when he really felt the rhythm in his heart.

Better question would be, when didn't he feel it?

"Appreciate the offer, but I drink my tea without any sugar or cream. I like bitter tastes. Unless it's ice cream!"

There was a look of curiosity, when the feral feline hopped up. That guy was the same height as he was! And he wasn't a feral feline!

"Not at all! But where I'm from, there aren't very many of them. Almost every animal walks and speaks like a human. Or I guess in your case... what did Harmony call it? Mobian? Back where I'm from, we're just called animals. Before me, they didn't allow animals any starring roles in performances."

A slight chuckle.

"I might have broken a few rules, but let's just say I made them see that animals can be just as skilled as humans!"

[infiniteeight8]

Hello! I have returned! With a different prompt than I normally do but I’ve been sitting on this for a couple months now so here goes!

So I was listening to a song called “Hero in Your Story” (linked below) and I just thought it was very much IronStrange vibes

https://youtu.be/Nla1KOoB4_g?si=SSr0hAyQlGFxseWw

(The entire album is great definitely recommend it)

This is the last drabble in the queue! I’m not sure when prompts will be reopening—see this post for more info—but I will make a post when I know more. 😀

I know the song is about being someone’s hero, but most of what I got from it is that the hero wants to stick around for all the boring life bits that come after the adventure. And then I thought about how to make that happen, and then my muse went what if and here’s what we ended up with…

-

Stephen never expected to lose everything twice.

Of course, he hadn’t expected to lose everything once, either. But over the years, losing his hands and his career as a surgeon had started feeling like an inevitability, as if it was necessary for fate to clear away the obstacles to his calling to magic.

Having his capacity for magic burned out of him reminds him that no, it’s not fate. Sometimes terrible things just happen.

This time, at least, he thinks he handles it with more grace. It only takes him a month to accept that there is nothing that will make it possible for him to do magic again. Stephen’s life as a sorcerer is over.

Sadly, reaching acceptance more quickly and with less anger and resentment (not none, but less) does little to preserve his friendships. Oh, they all say that they’ll stay in touch. They try, at least at first. But the lives of sorcerers and heroes move in a very different direction than Stephen’s is, now. Within a year of losing his magic, the only sorcerer still keeping in touch is Wong, and that only occasionally. He’s Sorcerer Supreme, he has many duties. 

But none of that really surprises Stephen, for all that he’d hoped for better. No, the real surprise is the one hero who stuck around.

“Quit your wool gathering, doc,” Tony says, leaning over the back of Stephen’s couch to catch his eye. “It’s time for our lunch date.”

“I wasn’t woolgathering,” Stephen protests, bookmarking the medical journal he’d been reading on his tablet—Stark Industries, of course—and setting it aside. Consulting has turned out to be surprisingly engaging.

“Uh huh,” Tony says skeptically. “It really just took you ten minutes to read that page.”

Well, no. Stephen shoots Tony a dirty look anyway.

Tony just laughs and puts a hand in the small of Stephen’s back after he stands, ushering him toward the door. “I promise lunch will be worth it.”

Considering the way Tony is smiling at him, Stephen suspects that “lunch date” is more than just a turn of phrase.

The thought makes him smile, too.

[harvsinthestars]

screen-free things to get you offline!!

#1 Reading - It doesn't have to be a new book, it could be a childhood favorite you've read a million times. It honestly doesn't even need to be a book, you can always find a way to print out the next chapter of a fanfic just to give your eyes a break.

#2 Journaling - Pick up a half filled notebook and any old pencil and pen, doesn't have to be aesthetic. You can write about anything; what you like about your favourite colour, or your favourite series, anything that gets you off the internet for a bit.

#3 Card Games - There are loads of one player card games you can learn really quickly, and they all take two packs of cards at most. I'm trying to make all of these free (or at least cheap) and where I live one pack of cards costs around £1.

#4 Wander Aimlessly - This one won't really work if you can't get a bus too anywhere walkable, but learning to dedicate an hour or two to yourself and just listen to music and watch your surroundings is honestly so fun.

#5 Look at Memory Boxes - If you have any old memory boxes you can always give yourself some time to look through them and reminisce (and maybe get rid of things from people who turned out to be not worth remembering).

#6 Doodle - You don't have to be an artist to draw a page full of mindless shapes, don't focus on making it all look nice, just let yourself loose on some scrap paper. You can also try drawing some simple 'zentangle' ideas.

Remember, being online isn't always bad but it can get you in a cycle of doom scrolling. I've found making some silly little tumblr posts and putting them in my queue makes me happy, so I don't need to stop using tumblr but I do have to make sure I don't spend hours per day on tumblr

[familylightfox]

Sometimes the teen did forget that not everyone saw the demigod the way she did. Then again, she still forgot that the incident with Chaos was still technically more recent here than in her original zone. That the whole thing had been completely different.

When her dad put it the way he had…

Her situations in life had granted the teen a unique outlook. More than once, she’d met and interacted with gods, demigods, and occasionally even helped to beat the crap out of a personification of death. If had been asking her opinion on the situation, she would have had a different answer but this made her put herself in Motley’s shoes.

“I’d probably be pretty upset…” As always, the teen pushed her forehead against her dad’s hand in affection. “But I’m sure Motley will understand. He’s been really chill ‘bout the other stuff we’ve talked about. He thought it was really cool that I wasn’t born like a regular Mobian so I don’t think he‘ll be upset.”

No matter what, Harmony wanted to believe the positive feeling she had. And even if there would be a negative reaction, she was confident she could help him work through it.

She was his big sister after all.

{➹} – THE PAIR WOULD have come to know it eventually, and they did say there was no time like the present, right? It wasn't a secret by any means, the hero just hadn't gotten around to telling everyone with how busy the last few weeks had been. And since he had missed the last few trainings he was supposed to come to because of the feline he had just never gotten the chance.

Neither of them, fortunately, had to convince the princess or deity that the boy was a worthy one as both were smiling (or what counted for it in Chaos' case) by the end of Harmony’s explanation. That was until the question looming in the air and the three older Mobians looked at each other.

It was Arrow who decided to explain after getting to his feet and walking over, though not without sharing a look with Chaos.

"Squirt, I know you like looking on the brighter side of things and believing in the best of them, but...well, you have t' remember what happened in Grand Metropolis." Hopefully he didn't need to elaborate on that, but he still smiled somewhat remorsefully as he rested a hand on her head. "Look at it this way. If your newfound family casually introduced you t' the demigod that levelled the city where you lived...and was likely the reason you were an orphan...what would you think?"

By comparison, Tikal was a lot easier to explain but Chaos? That one was going to take a little bit of tact he imagined but he did hope that the feline would hold no ill will towards the water god once they all explained what had really happened. There was a chance, as much as Arrow didn't want to rely on it, that Motley was too young to remember much about the aftermath of the ordeal, and thus had no real opinion of the demigod yet.

[midwest-spidey]

[June 9, 2025]

🎧: shake it out - florence and the machine

📚: hell followed with us - andrew joseph white

🏫 School

completed criminal law introduction post

completed criminal law chapter 1 powerpoint

read chapter 1 for criminal law

took criminal law syllabus quiz

watched criminology videos

read chapter 3 for criminology

completed criminology chapter 3 powerpoint

📱Social Media Work

responded to my inbox

worked on chapter 25 of jayvik fic

worked on next part of socmed au

worked on chapter 7 of raven!Neil fic

set up queues for the week

🔒Personal

irish lesson

journaled

went to the library

posted new article article for vocal and medium

emailed union about scholarship

💘 Mental Health

worked out

completed a sketchbook page

[itsafablefolks]

Here are my screenshots from this cycle of the Queue! I have a lot--

This was my first time really building something to look good, and I had a lot of fun.

Also- I would like to thank Abby @/amiactuallydoingthis for googling the fun kelp facts, we love an informational sign.

I also. Made some characters that live there.

In the blue house lives Maven, who is a very disorganized explorer and trader. In the yellow house lives Alya, who is a weaver. In the red house lives Finn, who's a quiet fisherman.

I also wrote Maven a journal, which didn't get seen (and I forgot to point out)- it's the purple book in their bookshelf!

(there's nothing on page 5)

Also, Alya wove the "painting" (tapestry) on her wall, based on the sunrise over the docks!

Unrelated to the build. Some caves I cleared out mainly for fun, and a Situation I found myself in (and made out of without dying)

And! a Pig on a Journey

[secrets-of-everwich]

11-3 Rin’s Final Statement

[Click]

[Electronic hum underlies recording]

{Callie}

Hello, and welcome to this episode of Secrets of Everwich. I’m here with Rin again, to get her full statement of the case.

{Rin}

Hi.

{Callie}

Can you start at the beginning, and tell me everything that happened up until now?

{Rin}

Okay, I guess. Start of the month, Emilia didn’t come into school. We had a chemistry test that day, and I knew something was up, because I’ll be damned if Em’s ever missed a chem test. She loves chemistry. I think I called her? I don’t remember at this point, to be honest. Either way, I remember being really worried because she didn’t really talk to me that much that day.

The next day was my birthday. Ash surprised me by calling me over to his house, I thought they needed help with something, but then Xavier and Em were there too, and they’d set up a surprise party for me. It was nice. But Em didn’t really talk to me, or anyone else. We then went round to this place-

{Callie}

For the record, we are currently in Everwich Manor. Sorry, continue.

{Rin}

Yeah. Everwich Manor. We went round to Everwich Manor, to see the show tour, because… I don’t really know why Ash wanted to bring me to it, to be honest.

[Laughter]

We were in the queue, and Em really didn’t say anything, didn’t look at us. I noted that she was looking pale, and she just kind of shrugged and said- Oh what did she say? Something like ‘It’s nothing’, or something. I dunno, whatever she said it felt different.

X and Ash walked off, so it was just me and Em. I have to say, it was… Kinda awkward. She didn’t say anything, barely responded to me. I was getting really worried to be honest. It was interesting- You know, you’re really good at the tours.

Oh… Thank you! Continue, continue!

{Callie}

{Rin}

We got to the end of the tour, and we stood around looking for Ash and X, and Ash appeared from somewhere else. I knew something was up. He’s my best friend, I’ve known them since we were kids, I know when something’s up. But he shrugged, and X appeared, and we left to go back to Ash’s place. Well, just me and Ash. Em just kind of disappeared, and X said he had to do a tour.

The next week or so- Few weeks? I don’t remember at this point. This whole month has been… Weird, to be honest. But, I kept seeing Em acting weird. As I said before, she was in the girl’s bathroom a lot working on some kind of experiment. This one girl, Abby, came up to me and that Em was doing some kinda weird chem experiment in the bathroom. I remember running to see what it was, cause I’d been looking for her anyway. She hadn’t been sat with me, Ash and X. If she’s not sat with me and the others, she’s in the chem lab, or the library. But she wasn’t.

I then went to see my grandfather. Well, my dad and Jamie’s mum made me, and my siblings. Jamie was showing off- What was she showing off? Some awful singing or something, and Grandpa took me to the side to show me his old journal. It wasn’t until he said that he knew something was wrong with the town that I started listening. I had a flick through and got to the page about his friends acting weird. I was really shocked, to be honest. It was the same as how Em had been acting.

So, I called Ash and they said that he would get bored, but to tell you, so, you did, and… Well, you’ve got it on tape how that went. I thought everything was fine. Em was acting normal again. I… I thought it was okay.

Then Ash came running, crying. Saying Em and X were going out. They’d been spending a bit more time together than normal, but… It was weird. Normally it’s me coming to Ash in a moment of crisis. I’d never seen him like that. They were… Really upset. I dunno, even I felt annoyed that Em and X were together. Maybe it’s cause they didn’t tell me. So, I told Ash that I’d always be on his side. It was scary, to be honest. The thought our friend group would split that much so close to our exams.

Ash eventually went home, and I woke up to a phone call.

[Rin’s voice sounds like it’s trembling]

Em had…

{Callie}

It’s okay, I know. You don’t need to say.

{Rin}

No, I- I know she’s okay now. [Sniffing] She’d tried to kill the spider. It had got back on her. I don’t even know how. I thought we’d gotten rid of it. I didn’t know it was the spider though.

I dunno, I don’t remember much of what happened next. I just felt so numb. I couldn’t think properly. Jamie’s mum told me to take her to school, but I didn’t even get as far as the playground. I just left her there. It was like my body was moving without me meaning to.

And then Ash was there, and he grounded me. Told me everything was okay. Told me Em was alive. Told me it was the spider again. God, I don’t know where I’d be without Ash. He told me everyone was in Everwich Manor, and that Jamie was in the playpark, she’d been there all day. I felt awful for just leaving her. And then we came back here.

[Rustling]

{Callie}

Thank you for telling me this. It’s really useful, getting a full picture of the ‘case’. If there’s anything else, just let me know, but in the meantime can you go and get X?

{Rin}

Okay.

[Rustling]

{Callie}

Hey, I like your new hair! It really suits you that short.

{Rin}

Oh. Thanks. It was… An accident. I need to get Ash to help me even it out. God, Jamie’s mum’s gonna have a field day telling me about how I’ve ruined my hair again.

{Callie}

It looks nice.

[A pause]

[Door opening]

[Door closing]

I hope Emilia wakes up soon. I’d like to get a statement from her. I hope she’s okay. In the meantime, I’m going to get a statement from X.

[Click]