#another one for the wip pile

[the19thduckpotato]

he's just glad to have his kid back

[drkineildwicks]

Me @ my brain: don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t make another one we’ve got plenty of WIPs already don’t--

My brain: BH6/Beetlejuice AU

So yeah I got “Say My Name” from the Beetlejuice musical stuck in my head and after listening to it nonstop to try and joust it out I ended up doing this and now my brain is saying let’s do it full AU and now I’ve just resigned myself.

Anywho--basic idea is Hiro was trying to contact Tadashi and got Obake instead, shenanigans ensue (as they always do).  Technically drawing more on the Beetlejuice cartoon despite getting stuck on the musical song but that’s the one I have more experience with.  And apparently some Don’t Starve stuff too considering the arms.

Anyway it’s still in the planning stages so if you want to see more Beetlejuice-flavored Obake stuff I highly recommend checking out @betasuppe​’s Ghost!Obake AU because I never say no to more Obake. :D

As always, please be kind and reblog, not repost, thank you!

Big Hero 6 © 2014 Disney

Beetlejuice © 1988 Tim Burton

Done in Adobe Photoshop.

Also bonus:

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[marikodraws]

Wei “I say so many things and my memory is so bad, you have got to be more specific” Ying

[iedistis]

30 seconds before disaster

[lyraeeee]

a terrible father

[mitochondria-larson]

feeling cute. might draw a crucification later <3

[wastelandhell]

what if he brushed his fluffy hair back. consider.

[landwriter]

2!

Hounds of Love by The Futureheads. Oh! What a gem!! I first loved this song when I was a wee bab and rediscovered it this past summer. It, along with all my top songs, was on a summer driving playlist which is why it is so insanely high haha. There's a sort of lovely pastoral wildness to this and I think that suits our lads so well.

An outdoorsy AU with competence kink out the wazoo, where Dream is a bird specialist at a wildlife rehabilitative centre, who becomes a minor TikTok celebrity (much to his enormous apathy) when the centre starts doing interpretive meet-birds events and the internet falls in love with this dour hottie who only smiles when he's talking about birds (Matthew, naturally, runs the account). Hob is a hunter - bow, mostly - who is regrettably very on TikTok, very on all social media - he hates the term but he is unquestionably an 'influencer'. He just likes sharing his knowledge and passion, alright? And the gear sponsorships are nice.

He sees Dream, and sees, mostly, a really great collab opportunity, so he messages him, and Dream (who is Matthew, and just shouted HOB FUCKING GADLING? IN MY DMs? at his phone when he got the message, immediately sets up a meeting at the centre. Then he breaks the news to Dream, specifically when Dream is holding Jessamy, so he can't be murdered.)

Dream, of course, expects Hob to be some like, swaggering font of red-blooded machismo talking points, and suspects Hob is only popular because he looks like an advertisement in Outdoor Living. (Matthew showed him pictures.) He disregards Matthew, who says Hob is actually super cool, because Matthew has terrible taste and would be the first to admit it. But his interest is piqued when Lucienne also knows who Hob is. It turns out Hob is deeply involved in nature and wildlife conservancy. Gives talks at schools. Gets involved with land protection initiatives. Teaches orienteering to youth. But everyone seems to expect him to hate Hob, which he would find faintly insulting except that he also expects himself to hate Hob. He doesn't. Not that much. Even when he shows up in a plaid shirt that is made of 'technical' fabric, because he's smart and excited to talk to Dream about birds, has an encyclopedic knowledge of the history of falconry, and most importantly, Jessamy takes to him immediately.

They run into each other again at a renaissance fair, another thing Dream hates but has been strong-armed into doing, and so they are both dressed in very silly clothes when it happens: the first time Hob watches Dream demonstrate falconry, the first time Dream watches Hob use a longbow made from a yew tree he fell himself, the first time they go from a wary sort of respect for one another to a wanting.

Dream, who has a recurring fantasy about running away from it all, listens to Hob tell tracking stories and thinks, If I went into the woods, you would find me. But he doesn't want to run from Hob - except sometimes, when he sees Hob chew on his lip consideringly before giving a thoughtful answer about the guiding industry, or when Hob grins wildly at the crowd after his archery demonstration, and most of all, when Hob phones him out of the blue one day - he doesn't text, he phones - sounding a little breathless with excitement, and asks Dream if he wants to come with him for a week in the mountains, on "probably a wild goose chase" and promises "all sorts of birds if nothing else." (Hob had meant to only share the news with Dream. Fuck, he thinks. I am so fucked.)

He says yes, for the birds, of course, and tells Matthew the next time he's at the centre.

"So what's the wild goose chase?" asks Matthew.

Dream plumbs his memory of the phone call and says, "Hob told me he received a bighorn sheep tag." Matthew gapes at him.

"Holy shit," says Matthew. "He's in love with you."

"He is certainly not."

"Uh, no, respectfully boss, he 'certainly' is. Lucienne!" he shouts, "Hob invited Dream to come out on his Dall sheep tag. What the fuck, right?"

Lucienne comes in and raises her eyebrows. "Oh dear," she says. She's smiling.

"What," says Dream. "It's a sheep. I don't understand."

Lucienne and Matthew exchange a glance.

"Him. I cannot believe Hob chose him," says Matthew.

"Love works in mysterious ways," says Lucienne.

"I am right here," says Dream.

Matthew turns to him, "Have fun in Alberta," he says.

this would ft. nights of wild stars, rugged terrain, type ii fun, sexual tension around a campfire, homoerotic form checks, tent sharing, dream glassing beautiful birds with hob's $3000 binoculars while hob stares at him in abject adoration, dream watching hob strip off his clothes and jump into an alpine lake, and refusing to join him out of pretended prudishness when it's really because he's suddenly so hard it hurts, camp coffee, confessions about themselves instead of confessions about their feelings for each other, sore muscles for a VARIETY of reasons, and lots of allegories about wildness and taming and running away from things, and SO MUCH COMPETENCE KINK, friends. so much. i would probably write it like - act one them leading their separate lives, their desires and aches etc., act two - meetcute and circling one another, act three - The Trip. this one has a very happy ending i can tell

[saintsenara]

Merope/Filch

anon, this has sent me - thank you so much!

and i've decided to commit to fully backing it. we know that merope doesn't mind her man sans magical powers - which filch would appreciate - and that she's had her own experiences of being called a squib and knowing how hurtful it is.

we also know that her father and brother expected her to do all the work around the house, and they were fond of criticising her for how she did this without ever making the effort to lift a finger to help. this aligns very well with filch's experience at hogwarts, where he's treated by the rest of the staff as faintly ridiculous and never given any real assistance in his tasks by anyone who can actually do magic.

indeed, the menial brutality of merope's life in the gaunts' shack has some very interesting parallels with something that strikes me about filch and his place at the bottom of the pile in hogwarts. the house elves - even though their subordinate position as slaves shouldn't be forgotten, while filch is [ostensibly] free - are permitted to do domestic labour [cooking and cleaning the dormitories - and, presumably, the staff's quarters] which occupies an interesting position in the hierarchy of domestic service.

if we imagine hogwarts, as its vibes very much allow us to, as a victorian/edwardian aristocratic house - downton abbey style - then the elves' closest parallel are domestic servants like butlers, footmen, housekeepers, housemaids, and cooks [and hokey, the elf enslaved by hepzibah smith, also seems to perform the role of a lady's maid]. all of which were, as far as positions in domestic service go, prestigious.

filch, in contrast, is the equivalent of a porter, gatekeeper, boot boy, or scullery maid - positions which were considered lower skilled, required more menial labour, and which were looked down upon by the rest of the domestic staff.

he and merope have in common, then, the experience of being considered literally less worthy than a house elf, and i'm remarkably taken by the idea of this - two people who have never expected to meet anyone else they're permitted to think of as an equal - percolating into something sincerely beautiful.

particularly because the great tragedy of merope's life is simply that nobody paid enough attention to her to help her. the state allows her to grow up in an abusive home without an education and then leaves her there on her own when her father and brother are imprisoned, and then neither the state nor any private individual steps in when she's homeless, penniless, and heavily pregnant.

if filch does - if he takes her in to a house which is nothing fancy, but which still has a fire in the grate and food on the table, and lets her stay there [sleeping, for the first time in her life, in a bed of her own] and gets her medical attention when she goes into labour - then the series pretty much tells us that she would survive to raise and love her son, who would be much more chill than his canon self simply by virtue of not being an orphan and who would also end up with a radically different outlook on life if he were raised by a squib.

plus, i reckon filch's canonical belligerence - and fondness for the whip - could effectively wrangle a few quid in child support out of tom riddle sr. ...

or: argus filch changes the course of history by giving a pregnant teenager a bowl of soup on christmas eve. he's not the step-dad, he's the dad that stepped up.

[drfrogphd]

Undertale Dolls - Published: Oct 12, 2021

These are also available on my shop as stickers and buttons!

[gaydexvocaloid]

cakey flowerrrrr wip

[thatwildwolfwrites]

someone turn off my brain before it overloads

[molathemoonfish]

idk man the concept of femme yu was like a direct attack out of nowhere and shes all ive been drawing for the past like 3 months

[not-krys]

47. Creation [Abby, Miri]

Happy Last Wednesday of March! It's that time again, another theme to get the writing juices going. This time, we got the theme of creation!

Raw, unedited writing below. We got Leonardo making observations about Abby and Vincent in her section, while Miri's section is cute and sweet with Luke and Barbatos.

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Abby

Leonardo stood in the doorway of Vincent's room, sunlight pouring into the room, but there was something else in the room that could rival the sun in brightness and warmth.

Vincent's back was to him, his apron tied loosely around his torso. His feet were planted firmly on the floor as he sat on his stool. And if that had been the only thing of note, he might have left, to leave a fellow artist to his creation devices.

But the second set of feet, dangling between Vincent's, and a smaller hand holding onto a paintbrush in his, had the older vampire smiling with affection.

He remembered the day he had found Abby struggling to make her lines looser and how he had given her some tips, as an artist, but also to help with her general demeanor. Scrunched up like a nervous kitten wouldn't help her in the long run and he had hoped the message got across when he was teaching her.

Now, it seemed it was Vincent's turn to help her, much closer to her than he had been, sitting in his lap. Both of them were growing bolder, he thought. A natural process for Abby as she was overcoming her timidity, but she wasn't the only one growing bold. Leonardo looked at his hand, remembering when he had attempted to pat her head, something he had done countless times to encourage the little cara before, only for Vincent's hand to stop him, pushing him away from her not unlike a lover would protect his love from unwarranted advances.

He chuckled and pushed away from the door frame, closing the door fully behind him. He also couldn't help but see Vincent's hand tightening on Abby's thigh, a blue eye briefly glancing directly at him for a split second before returning his attention back to the painting session.

Even for all of his long life, Leonardo felt the briefest of chills from that single look and started walking away, lighting his cigarillo as he walked away.

"Cavolo…" he whispered, shaking his shoulders of their tension.

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Miri

Miri looked at the timer on her D.D.D and checked the time, Luke standing nearby. Barbatos held onto oven mitts that matched Miri's and Luke's mitts, a gentle smile on his face.

"Is it almost done?" Luke asked.

"It's pretty close, I think." Miri answered, checking the time one last time. "It should be pretty close to that cake we saw on Devilgram the other day."

"What was it called?"

"In the Human Realm, we called it a castella cake."

"And you bake it with steam?"

"Yep, that's what makes it so light and fluffy, along with all the air inside it. That's what makes it move like that."

"It wiggled so much in that Devilgram video, it looked alive!"

"I hope this one wiggles just as much!"

A soft beeping soon echoed in the kitchen, alerting all three to the time.

"Moment of truth, everyone!" Miri said, stepping to one side of the giant oven. Luke scrambled over to her side, oven mitts at the ready.

"Please be cautious as I open the door." said Barbatos, carefully pulling down on the handle.

Hot air soon filled the room, making Miri and Luke wince, but only momentarily as the smell of baked cake soon followed. Barbatos pulled the rack forward, hot water sloshing around in the pan.

"On the count of three," Barbatos said, putting his mitted hands on one side of the baking pan. Miri and Luke took the opposite corners, ready to lift the massive cake from its watery bath, which was both longer and stood taller than all three bakers combined.

On his command, the three lifted the massive cake, moving it to the nearby counter, amazed at how much it did indeed move and wiggle, dancing to their movements.

"Wahh!" Luke exclaimed, "it does move!"

"Told you it would!" Miri laughed.

Barbatos only smiled gently.

"I'm sure that everyone will be pleased with your efforts, both of you. A job well done."

"We all made it together!" Miri said, "and I think there should be enough for everyone! Even Beel!"

"Perhaps you should message them to come to the castle?" Barbatos was already turning away, intent on finding his master, hopefully still working on the paperwork left for him that day.

"Yeah, it's waaay too big for me to carry by myself. We can have a castella party!"

"Yeah!" Luke said, "I'll message Simeon and Solomon! They have to come too!"

[hardly-an-escape]

I swear I was trying to work on one of my ACTUAL WIPs but I put on one of my favorite movies for background noise and... I should have predicted this but...

okay but...

Roman Holiday Dreamling AU

Dream the young, ethereal prince on a goodwill tour of Europe. Hob the handsome reporter assigned to cover his trip. Dream, anxious and overstressed, running away from his responsibilities and the embassy and falling asleep in Hob’s taxi. Hob, taking him home and realizing the story of the century is snoozing in his spare pajamas.

they quote poetry at each other and ride around Rome on a Vespa and Dream gets a haircut and eats ice cream and has his one mad day in the sun, just living normal life like a young person should. Hob shows him the sights and takes him to a café and they go dancing. and they fall terribly, painfully in love, in just one day, because without realizing it they were, each of them, what the other was desperately looking for without even knowing it. they kiss, wet with river water and with tears, on the river bank after jumping off the barge. and again, dried off and aching with unnameable longing, in Hob’s little flat, and Dream wants so so badly to stay, to live this normal life, dancing and eating gelato and riding Vespas and kissing.

but Dream is, above all, a creature of function. of duty. and though he might have run away from his responsibilities once, when the time comes he is always going to return. so he returns. Hob drops him off around the corner from the embassy and they kiss one last time and Dream walks away without looking back.

and the next morning, at the press conference, Dream is perfectly composed, perfectly formal in his suit and gloves, even with his new haircut. and Hob is there, in the front row, and their eyes meet and they exchange an absolute novel of emotions in a few seconds’ worth of eye contact. and then Dream leaves, flanked by his attendants. and Hob lingers a moment in the gallery, and then he, too, walks away.