#been watching a bit of gravity falls and made this :3

[dramamines]

Hey! Wanna make a deal?

[talesofesther]

too close to the stars

Loki x Reader

Summary: Somehow, between your overwhelming sweetness and insistence on treating him as if he was someone worth saving, you had managed to sneak your way into Loki's cold heart. He simply hadn't managed the guts to tell you, but a bit of a Christmas spirit might just change that.

A/N: I wish everyone a very happy Christmas. <3

Word count: 3k

Masterlist

The sun peered over the horizon this morning only to shine over the white expanse of snow that covered the grounds of the Avengers Compound.

It had snowed pretty heavily over the night, and as Loki looked out his window, he couldn't help but think that the landscape was rather pleasant to look at—Thor had already made his way outside to shovel snow out of the driveway along with Steve, the once green fields were now a blanket of glistening white, as were the many trees around. The air was cold, but a pleasant kind of cold; it brought a feeling of calmness.

That is, until a rather sharp noise of something scratching the floor outside his bedroom disrupted Loki's peace.

Accepting that another day had begun, the god made his way outside onto the common area, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and putting on his slippers.

As soon as Loki rounded the corner to the spacious living room, his lips hung open in bewilderment and his brows furrowed in mild confusion.

You were standing on the very top of a ladder, stretching your body so you could reach the ceiling trims and lamps, all while holding an ungodly amount of ornaments, string lights, and garlands. It looked like a rather precarious arrangement and Loki found himself worrying for your safety for a moment.

"What on earth are you doing?" Loki asked, exasperated, frozen in place as he watched you.

The ladder wiggled in place when you quickly turned around to face him and Loki nearly bolted forward to catch you if you were to fall. He cursed under his breath when all you did was give him a cheeky smile.

"I'm decorating," you gestured around to the expanse of the living room, which already had most of its nooks and crannies filled with garlands, Santa Claus plushies, stockings, and the like.

Loki's frown only deepened, "We already have decorations." He pointed to the exaggerated Christmas tree that had been standing beside the TV since before the beginning of December. Honestly, he had yet to understand the humans' obsession with said holiday.

You chuckled, and the sound naturally brought the ghost of a smile to Loki's lips as well. "No, silly. I'm decorating for our little Christmas party tomorrow night, I thought the place looked a bit bare still." You winked at him and went back to work.

Loki shook his head, his heart swelling with affection. He was way past denying it already. Somehow, between your overwhelming sweetness and insistence on treating him as if he was someone worth saving, you had managed to sneak your way into Loki's cold heart. He simply hadn't managed the guts to tell you, yet.

With a flick of his wrist, the living room erupted in a myriad of greens, golds, and reds. Each decoration you had on your arms—and more—magically took its rightful place in the walls and between furniture.

A breathless chuckle went past your lips, eyes glinting with amazement as you watched it all unfold. It was incredibly endearing, the way that, despite seeing so much of it, you never ceased to be enchanted by Loki's magic. He secretly took pride in it.

"That's convenient," you mumbled with a faint smile.

"Quite," Loki stated, taking a step closer, "Now please get down from there before you break something and have to spend your precious holiday in the med bay."

You skipped down the ladder as if gravity would bend to your will, were you to fall; the tilt of your lips ever present as you came to stand before Loki, much closer than what would be socially acceptable for ones who said they were merely friends. Yet Loki would never dare to complain. If anything, he held himself back from pulling you even closer.

"Do I detect a hint of worry, trickster?" You raised a brow at him. "Would you miss me if I didn't attend the party?"

Loki chuckled lowly, his smirk was teasing but his eyes avoided yours. "Darling, you're the only reason I'm even going to this party."

You bit your lower lip to keep the smile from getting any bigger, "Flatterer," you breathed.

And Loki loved you like this, all pink cheeks and bashful eyes, as if he had the same effect on you that you had on him. He hardly dared to dream of it. But he allowed himself to bask in these tiny moments by your side.

Then your pinkie hooked around his own, and Loki was putty in your hands.

"Come on, let's take a walk outside, enjoy the sun while it's out." You tugged him toward the elevator, not once letting go of his hand.

It was indeed very pleasant outside, the soft rays of sunlight were just enough to bring a bit of warmth along with the cold winter breeze, the air was fresh to breathe in, and the snowy landscape was beautiful.

Loki's boots crunched the snow and frozen grass underneath as he lazily walked beside you. He'd steal glances at you from time to time, watching as the sunlight shaped your serene profile and how you looked genuinely breathtaking amidst the white horizon. Everything felt perfect for a precious second and Loki wished he could slow down time.

His musing was suddenly interrupted, however, when he was hit in the back of his head with something mildly solid and very cold; causing an oof to escape his lips.

He whipped his head around in your direction only to see you muffling a giggle with one hand, while the other held a snowball.

A halfhearted scoff went past Loki's lips. He raised a hand to brush off the remaining snow from his hair, as a mischievous smirk painted his features, "You little minx, you have no idea what you've gotten yourselves into."

A mix of a squeak and a chuckle fell past your lips the moment Loki bolted towards you and you naturally sped off in the opposite direction. You struggled to run amidst the rather thick snow and Loki took the advantage to bunch up a snowball of his own and hit you square in the back.

By the time you had made it back inside the Compound, you both had nearly run two full laps of the whole yard and were a mess of snow-covered clothes and breathless laughs.

"I.. win," you spoke in between deep breaths, one hand resting on Loki's chest to brace yourself.

"Absolutely not," Loki frowned as if you'd personally offended him. He took a deep breath himself, gesturing to your snowy clothes, "You're way worse off than I am."

"Uh uh, lies," you insisted. "I hit you way more than you hit me, your aim is shit," you chuckled.

Loki's smile followed yours naturally, he raised a hand to brush wild strands of your hair away from your eyes, his touch all delicate and soft. "You keep telling yourself that, love."

─── ·❆· ───

When the night of the celebration finally arrived, Loki found himself hesitating to get out of his room. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, slowly running a hand over the smooth fabric of his black suit. Did he like what he saw? The person staring back at him? Would you?

It was no secret that, despite accepting his presence, a few wary looks and comments still lingered between his teammates whenever he walked into a room. Loki couldn't blame them, not really. He also couldn't deny that those not-so-kind comments didn't get to him sometimes, much as he'd like to.

But then, there was you, who had never once made him feel unwelcome or unworthy. You who made him coffee in the mornings and always saved him a seat at the table. You who had a smile reserved for him ever since his first day here. You who made his heartbeat stumble and his silver tongue get caught in his mouth.

And Loki so desperately wanted to be someone deserving of all that. Still, he feared he wasn't.

A long sigh went past his lips. With a final tidying of his hair and the tie around his neck, Loki made his way out.

There was music playing in the common area. The several blinking lights you had so meticulously arranged were illuminating the room beautifully, reflecting against the many Christmas ornaments in warm shades of orange in the night. Tony, Thor, and Natasha were hanging out by the bar, with drinks in hand and loose smiles on their faces; Clint and Steve were sitting on the couch, laughing at something that Loki couldn't hear; Bucky and Sam were standing together by the Christmas tree, apparently trying to guess what was inside each present.

A few of their gazes turned as Loki stepped into the room, he could see as well as feel it, the weight resting in each one. He gave a polite smile and nod to no one in particular as his gaze skimmed around, looking for the reason he came. When he couldn't find you, he walked straight to the bar.

Loki leaned his elbows on the glass surface, closing his eyes and breathing in. There was a reason he wasn't overly fond of the team's social gatherings; he felt like an intruder, someone they were merely putting up with.

"Anything special?" Natasha's sultry voice made Loki look up. She stood behind the bar with an inquiring eyebrow raised at him.

"I'm afraid she's not here yet," Loki mumbled, which elicited a low chuckle from Natasha. The spy was a dear friend of yours and probably something close to it for Loki as well, one of the few people here who he knew didn't mind his presence.

"Actually," Natasha started, nodding towards the opening doors of the elevator, "I think she just arrived."

Loki turned around and his breath hitched. You stepped out of the elevator slowly, one hand smoothing out the fabric of your red dress—a gorgeous red dress that hugged your body and accentuated your curves to perfection. Your hair was up in a bun and there was golden jewelry highlighting your features.

The god was frozen in place, entranced by the beauty that was you. He'd never been so taken with anyone like he is with you. And when your eyes met, and a small, timid smile graced your glossy lips, Loki swore he could feel his heartbeat stumble.

You were about to make your way to him when Steve called your name and stole your attention. And then Bruce, and then Sam. Seemed like everyone wanted a piece of you tonight.

Loki had a near-empty drink in hand when you finally managed to walk up to him.

You approached him with a smirk, leaning on the bar just beside him and raising a hand to gently tug on the lapel of his blazer. "Well, don't you clean up nicely, trickster?"

Loki hummed, leaning just a tad closer to you, "I'm not the one everyone is trying to get a hold of this evening." He said lowly, only for you to hear.

"Oh please," you chuckled, briefly avoiding his gaze. "I only have eyes for one person tonight."

A beat of silence passed, even if the room was anything but silent. Tony was going on about one of the many Christmas stories he shared every year, eliciting laughs from your teammates who by now had gathered all around the living room. From the corner of his eye, Loki noticed Bucky trying to straighten the star on the very top of the Christmas tree, the one the soldier himself had knocked over earlier.

You'd be mad, Loki thought. You'd be saying something about manners and being more careful, with a smile on your lips as you easily fixed the golden star yourself.

But instead, you were here; attention solely on Loki, in your little corner of the world as the chatter around you turned to nothing but muffled noise.

Why? He couldn't help but wonder. What could you possibly see on him?

"And who is this lucky gentleman?" Loki asked, his voice suddenly way too quiet as he kept his eyes trained on his half-empty glass, "Or lady?"

Only after you didn't answer, did Loki finally look up at you. There was a soft smile on your lips, painted with a feeling he couldn't name.

"That's a secret," you whispered back and took hold of Loki's glass of champagne, leaving it on top of the bar before closing your hand around his own instead. "Come on."

Loki followed easily, he allowed you to guide him to the balcony, where the cold wind was flowing and the warm lights from inside were nothing but a faded glow coming from the glass doors.

You didn't let go of Loki's hand when you stopped walking, only squeezed it once as you looked up at him with softly furrowed brows and an adorable tilt of your head. "What's wrong? You've been all tense ever since I walked in."

Of course you'd know. Of course you'd notice the stiffness of his shoulders and the guarded look in his eyes. If there was anyone who could read him like an open book, it was you.

A breathy chuckle fell past Loki's lips, he drank in the sight of you in the night; as wisps of your hair flew with the wind and as the light from inside outlined the shape of your features.

"You know it as well as I do that they don't want me here," Loki shot a pointed look at your teammates inside, not accusing, simply stating. "I don't… belong here…" Loki's fingers tangled with yours, his thumb gently brushing the skin of your hand, "With you." The words were nothing but a breath.

You raised your free hand to his face, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers before you gingerly traced his jaw. "But you do," you took half a step closer to him, your heels bumping his shoes, "You may think that you don't, but you do. I'd miss you greatly if you ever left."

Loki met your gaze again, his eyes a pool of sentiment, walls down and as vulnerable as you'd ever seen him. He leaned into your touch, all soft and pleading. "How could I ever deserve your kindness?" He spoke quietly, almost as if he never meant to say it out loud.

But you heard anyway, and your answer came in the same heartbeat. "You already do, always have." Your voice caught slightly in your throat, overwhelmed with the affection you felt for him.

The softest of smiles graced Loki's lips, the back of his eyes burned and his heart beat out of his chest, for you, for you, for you. He leaned in, biting the inside of his cheek and closing his eyes when you didn't pull away. His lips met your forehead in a lingering kiss, a promise of the thousand words he wished to say to you, of everything you made him feel that he couldn't put into words.

When he pulled away, you were looking up at him with something akin to adoration—maybe he could dare to call it love. Your eyes shining with a twinkle of expectation.

Loki squeezed your hand, feeling his cheeks heat up. "I couldn't break your silly tradition, now could I?" He shot a glance up.

You followed his gaze and finally saw it, a glimmer of green leaves with a small red trinket tying it together, delicately flowing in the wind as it hung by the door, pretty much on top of your head. A mistletoe.

You hummed, a small smirk coming to your lips as you settled back on Loki. "I don't remember putting it there." You raised a brow at him, standing so close you breathed the same air.

"And yet it's there anyway," Loki mumbled, lost in your orbit. His eyes darted down to your lips; it was a quick glance, all timid and boyish, but you caught it.

"So it is," you chuckled quietly, taking hold of the tie around his neck so you could pull him closer still, "And I wouldn't want to break tradition either."

You kissed him then, soft lips fitting with his own like a missing puzzle piece. A quiet gasp of surprise escaped Loki as soon as you closed the distance, yet you were quick to kiss it away, trapping his lower lip between yours and bringing one hand up to tangle in between his hair.

The taste, the feeling of you, put Loki's most beautiful dreams to shame. It's white noise and being submerged underwater all the same time—sweet, warm and tasting like brown sugar and the sip of champagne you had earlier.

The world around faded to nothingness as Loki's hand traced your spine and tugged you flush to him, his breath came in trembling puffs when you pulled away just the tiniest bit. His lips tingled as they brushed against yours again.

What a remarkable mortal you were, to have a god shivering beneath your touch. And selfishly, Loki wouldn't have it any other way.

You opened your eyes slowly, tongue running over your bottom lip as your thumb traced his jaw. You breathed in deeply to catch back the air he whisked out of you.

Loki watched the stars dancing in your eyes, looking down at you as if you were his universe, and delighting in the way you looked up at him as if he were yours. Maybe that's what love was all about.

Your hand trailed down his arm, brushing the fabric of his blazer until you tangled your fingers with his.

Squeezing your hand, Loki smiled. He felt like he belonged, right here by your side.

"Come on, before they open all the gifts without us," you winked, raising your free hand to clean the smudged lipstick by the corner of your mouth.

Loki followed you inside with his cheeks and heart feeling all warm. And if the mistletoe disappeared in a flash of green after you turned around, no one needed to know.

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[annaizscribbling]

one of those Stardew drabbles where the farmer is not quite human but from different villager perspectives. Here's Sebby's

(Pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4) (pt 5)

Sebastian sipped his piping hot coffee. He took it with a bit of cream these days. He was comfortably settled against his favorite windowsill, watching his wife work in the field. The sun politely warmed his pale skin. He’d gained a little color since moving to the farm, but not enough to really lose his sickly pallor. He made sure of that, wearing plenty of sunscreen.

He’s content. It’s nice to feel that way. Living in a stuffy basement, working and isolating himself felt foggy and miserable. But now, he’s happy. Calmer. He managed to get out of that old environment, and here with his wife, life finally seemed to mean something. He doesn’t long to escape and become something, instead, what he already is has become something worthwhile.

Living on a quiet farm, making breakfast for his wife, picking fruit and feeding chickens. It brings out a softness in him, a side that never fully been realized. Tenderness. Serenity. Peace.

Sebastion watches his wife chew some raw seaweed, pulled directly from her little black backpack. She’s never without that bag, as soon as she gets out of bed, it’s over her shoulder until she sleeps again. His eyes trail her bare arms as she clears some rocks. He’d given up on understanding how and why she consumes some strange foods, as long as he can wrangle her into a few balanced meals with him, he doesn’t care too much.

Her muscles are toned, far more defined than his will probably ever be. She hefts her pickaxe high above her head before brining it down onto the stone, shattering it. She’s quick to scoop up the rocks she wants as she kicks the rest to the side. His wife could do it for hours without pause, hours upon hours. Time always seemed to part for her.

She unknowingly flexes her bicep as she prepares to strike again. So strong, he can’t help but lean a little further into the window to catch a good glimpse. The little black tank top she usually wears leaves her deeply tanned olive skin on display. There’s hardly a sheen of sweat on her, which Sebastion always found strange. He takes one step outside on a summer day and he’s instantly disgusting. Somehow every hair on her face is immaculate and the thick eyeliner she applies every morning is always inexplicitly intact.

Perhaps he once thought of her as a strange woman, but now she’s his strange woman. The love of his life, the sexy farmer who he accidently stumbled into a romance with. The quiet, perhaps at times eerie, foreign city girl who changed the whole town. Who changed him …

He enjoyed watching her. It didn’t really matter what she was doing, her existence just drew him in. Sometimes he felt like a housecat unwilling to leave a sunbeam. Her radiance warmed him, calmed him, it made him feel like he was exactly where fate wanted him to be. She was the sun, or at least she was his. It didn’t matter what he was, so long as he could bask in her presence.

Speak of the devil, Sebastian doesn’t realize she’s come back inside until the front door opens. He discovers that he’s smiling before he’s even realized he’s turned his head to look at her.

Short curls that don’t seem to care for gravity and its rules. Freckled olive skin. Big brown eyes that seem to melt anybody who stares into them long enough. Muscles that he longs to caress and be wrapped up in each morning. Big heavy boots who have seen more monster blood and dirt than most do in their lifetimes. A shy smile.

The Farmer. His wife.

“Hey, Babe,” Sebatian says, “want some coffee? I woke up early from a nightmare and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

She smiles, and it’s so genuine that even now that they’ve been married a year, his heart just swells with that fluttery kinda love. His wife wasn’t a huge talker, it’s not that she didn’t talk at all, but she often spoke with her face. At this moment, her soft eyes are telling him everything he needs to know.

Soon, they’re cuddled together on the big sofa his mother had built. A cup of coffee for each of them rests on the coffee table. She’s resting her head on his lap, looking up at him with a dreaminess he’s sure is present on his own face.

“I have a gift for you,” she whispers, reaching into her bag, which she slipped off her shoulder and onto the rug. “Eyes closed, please.”

Sebastian does as he’s told. He feels her warm hands pry open his cold one, and something chilly is pushed into his palm. One side of his mouth turns up in a knowing smile. He knows what the gift is by the shape, and it charms him just as much as it did the first time she brought him one.

“A frozen tear,” Sebastian says fondly, holding up the glassy, perpetually cold little tear. He loves collecting them, keeping them, studying them. The first one she ever gave him is his favorite. He even had Clint turn it into a necklace. It’s under his hoodie on a chain even now, slightly cold, pressing against his chest, gently reminding him how much somebody loves him.

“It’s perfect,” Sebastian says, rubbing his thumb over the round base of the tear.

She tries to give him another one, but Sebastion laughs and tells her to stop spoiling him. He’ll take it later, when he doesn’t see it coming. One gift a day is already so much, especially combined with getting to hold her every night. A man’s heart can only handle so much.

Sometimes he wonders how she could possibly be of this world. She’s an angel. She’s a celestial being who commands the earth below her feet by purely existing. He’s sure of it some days. The plants grow like they’re reaching for her somehow. The waters always bring a fresh fish for her hook within seconds. The two can go looking for seashells together, but they’ll wash up to shore just for her, surely they must be. She heals weary souls by simply talking to her. Her farm animals love her, managing to produce perfect eggs and milk through their adoration for her.

Sebastion didn’t really know what she was, but he loved her.

[trashbell]

gay rant time. :)

i cried a little bit today. it's the beginning of pride month, and watching a video about the owl house made me realize how INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT that show is. like, it finally downed on me.

we have a latina protagonist, with a darker skin tone, who likes both boys AND girls, and has a crush on this other little witch who also likes girls. and they're the main couple. THE MAIN COUPLE. on a DISNEY show. not side characters, not just an implied non confirmed crush, no. we see it all. we see them blush, ask each other out, share their past with each other, share their first kiss. we get actual development of a MAIN SAPHIC COUPLE!! that's INCREDIBLE. it's ACTUALLY DEVELOPED. Not just thrown out there on the last season with no development at all (all representation is important tho, don't get me wrong).

it's literally so important for kids to see this. to see two girls holding hands, explicitly saying they're dating, kissing. it's incredibly important to show them that it's okay. but it's also important for the parents, to see that hey, maybe they've been wrong about some things. a sense of acceptance, a new perspective on the world... i wish i got that. you know?

it also makes me extremely emotional the fact that: cartoons like adventure time, svtfoe, gravity falls, regular show, and etc have been part of my childhood, of my generation's childhood. these cartoons have marked us, changed our senses of humor, the ways we see the world, have made us laugh and are now nostalgic for us. “remember gravity falls?” “oh yeah, it came out when i was seven. i still love it!”

and now — now cartoons like the owl house, shera, amphibia, dragon prince, they'll ALL mark the NEXT generation. these incredible, representative, fun, beautifully animated cartoons, will shape other children just like the cartoons i mentioned before did for us. and that makes me so, so happy. it's a weird feeling, this proud sensation deep in my chest that makes me wanna bawl my eyes out in the best way possible. there's couldn't be any better medias for the next generation than these.

so thank you. thank you to every single person who's fought for our rights, to the creators of shows like this, to the animators, everyone. happy pride. <3

[hkthatgffan]

I recently had the chance to message legendary Gravity Falls fan artist @kiki-kit about her work on Lost Legends. This is the transcript of the questions I asked her. You can watch the full video where I go in more detail on stuff below!

Full Video Here!

This July will mark the 5 year anniversary since the release of Gravity Falls Lost Legends. So, as we near that, I thought I’d try and see if I can get some more information about the book as a way to celebrate the occasion. So, I decided to reach out to a person who not only worked on the book, but is a Gravity Falls fandom legend as well.

Prior to even the D23 announcement of the book, Alex had tweeted out asking people to send him examples of work from various fan artists. From these, he picked a bunch of artists from the fandom to contribute to the book. One of these artists was Kiki-Kit. Long time fans will know that name instantly as Kiki’s art is some of the most prolific and most widespread GF art out there and so her being part of the book was a truly deserving achievement for an artist of that degree.

In Lost Legends, she was the illustrator for the story Don’t Dimension It. She’s still somewhat active on Twitter, so I sent her a DM, asking if she’d be down to answer a few questions. After a few days, she responded.

I asked her 6 questions and also got some close friends who also are fans of her work to send some too. Here’s what we talked about...

Question 1: How did you get involved with Lost Legends and how involved with the book were you?

I remember way back when Alex had made a tweet asking everyone who their favorite fan artists were, and he had specifically asked for comic artists. I wasn't on Twitter at the time, but I know a few people had put my name in there! I wasn’t really expecting much to be honest, but about a month or so later I received a dm on Tumblr asking if I wanted to be part of a "gravity falls anthology", and I screamed.

Question 2: Were you aware of the stories in it beforehand (both the one you worked on and others) or did you get sent prompts or rough ideas by which to base your work for it off?

Nope! I didn't know anything about anything before I received the script several months later, all I knew was that there were at least going to be other comics alongside mine.

Question 3: Were there any stories or ideas that didn’t make it into the book that you know of? This can include whole stories that never made it in or just ideas or cut parts from stories, like a cut scene from Don’t Dimension It.

The only story I knew of before the book came out was my own, and I'm pretty sure that the script I had been given had already been through the wringer, so aside from a couple shortened lines thanks to comic restraints, not much changed script wise.

Question 4: In relation to question 3, would you be willing to share anything from your work on LL that would be okay to be public now? Like behind the scenes stuff that perhaps was not in the B&N version of it?

Before there was Stanbel, there was a hideous akira-blob Mabel. She lives on only in my nightmares.

Question 5: How do you feel the story you worked on (Don’t Dimension It) tackled Mabel’s character (given at the time Lost Legends came out, Mabel’s reputation in the fandom was in a weird place) and did you find the story to be fitting or out of the ordinary for Gravity Falls in terms of approach and execution? Basically, did you feel it was a Gravity Falls like story or more so leaning in terms of fan service or not too GF like?

This was a question I really wanted to ask, mainly out of my own personal interest in knowing more about the choices in terms of why the Mabel arc was done the way it was in Lost Legends. And Kiki gave a really interesting response….

I was of the group that felt like Mabel was a bit too selfish in the show, I still enjoyed her character and loved her a lot, but I was hoping for an apology from her by the time the show ended. I knew that the story I was drawing was going to be divisive among the fandom, and I had already accepted the fact that there were going to be people who really didn't like my story, but I liked it! I wouldn't have said that Mabel caused the whole of Weirdmageddon, but I otherwise felt like the story was pretty solid and a nice little end to Mabels character!

Honestly, as the years have passed since that book came out and my take on the Mabel situation has matured as I have as well, I agree in a lot of ways with what she said. There was definitely room for a story that corrected Mabel’s character in ways, but I also feel the story went too far in making her out to be the cause of Weirdmageddon. It was a strange approach that the story took to be honest, but I’m glad we both agree on it while also still enjoying the book. And finally…

Question 6: Overall, looking back on it, do you feel Lost Legends still holds up well as a Gravity Falls book, or do you think the book could’ve done a better job in either storytelling or what stories it focused on? If the latter (or even if you got any), what stories would you have wanted to see be told in the book or have done differently if you were the writer?

I still really love the book a lot, but maybe I'm a bit biased haha! If I was to change anything about it, I would've really loved a story dedicated to one of Stan and Fords sea-fairing adventures, or at least some sort of future story set a few years forward, but I'm otherwise happy with what we got! I'd be even happier if the comics had continued though, like those IDW mlp comics, that would be niiice, but alas! I doubt it.

So agree on that honestly. It would’ve been great to see a Stan and Ford story or something in the future. Though I personally would’ve loved to see a Wendy story or maybe even a Mabel and Ford bonding story more so. It’s just one of those fan hopes I really had then that never did transpire I guess, eh.

Now, for some extra questions I asked Kiki that came from friends who I mentioned this too…

First off, a bonus question I asked her…

Are you still in touch with Alex or any Lost Legends contributors? And considering The Owl House references that were in the book, did you know or find out anything about the show back then that you got to be early on in the know of?

Ahaha, no, I haven't really spoken at all to Alex since the comic release, and I never really got the chance to talk to anyone else involved in the comic outside of the editor Eric. The burn-out I was left with afterwards made it hard to reach out, and that coupled with my already really bad social anxiety kinda didn't do me any favors haha. As it stands, the comic is but a star in my resume and a large part of my heart. Maybe Alex remembers me, and maybe someday I'll get to work with him again, who knows! As far as TOH goes, I only knew about some issues Dana was having with the shows opener at the time, from what Alex told me, she really fought for that nice fly-through shot! Any other information I knew beforehand had nothing to do with the comic and more with I have friends that work for Disney and did a little bit of stuff for the show, lol

Friend Question 1: What was the experience like being asked or approached for helping with the comic and how did you go about planning the pages?

Like I said, when I got the message I screamed, I was excited for weeks, but I didn’t actually get the script until I think august or september? Drawing a comic from a script is pretty straight-forward, each panel is given a brief description and dialog if needed, from there all I had to be aware of was the flow of how someone reads it, it's sorta like a zig-zag down the page. Start from the left, work your way to the right, and so on. Screen direction and dialog bubble placement help a lot in getting it to read nicely. Personally, I feel like I still have a way to go in my comic drawing abilities, but I think I did pretty well for someone whose still fairly new to it!

What I find interesting about this answer is that Kiki-Kit mentions August or September 2017 as the time when she got the script. So, almost a year before Lost Legends came out. Which is kinda surprising as this shows that the book was already written out by the end of that summer. Which means that when Alex revealed Lost Legends at D23, he pretty much had already finished most of the book by that point. That’s an interesting insight to learn.

Friend Question 2: This one's more fandom related given at the same time LL came out, there was also the Grunkle dating sim. How did you get involved with the game and how did you come up with the sprite art designs?

Oh my god haha! Okay, so, funny thing is that the time I worked on the comic ended up between my time on the dating sim. @sovonight was the one who organized the whole thing, and she came to me asking if I wanted to work on the sprites, and I enthusiastically said yeah. Once the general story events were laid out, we all started brainstorming what it was that we wanted the boys to be wearing. Really, more specifically, what Stan would be wearing. I'm pretty sure his blue shirt/white pants combo was mostly inspired by his blue hawaiian/white pants vaca outfit from an episode in s1, and everyone was really digging the biker jacket a lot haha we were going nuts. Stan basic outfit was the hardest to get down honestly, every other outfit was super easy to figure out, but it was all a group effort! In the end, I designed the sprites before the comic, and they were the first things I finished afterwards.

And that basically was everything. I wanna give a huge thank you to Kiki-kit for taking the time to answer all the questions I had. She was very insightful and shared a lot about the behind the scenes aspects of Lost Legends.

She was super enthusiastic about her work on the book too which I truly respected and it really reminded me personally about the excitement I had then for the book which I guess I’ve kinda forgotten about over the years. I have such fond memories from that time and it was great to learn a bit more about the book that now rests on my shelf, from someone who worked on it. I can’t believe it’s almost been 5 years since then.

But with that said, this was my Q&A with Kiki-Kit.

If you’ve read up to here, then thank you.

[cozyforjate]

What a season finale?!!!

It was a great episode, probably one of the best of the season for me but damn, i hate cliffhangers! Especially when there's a strike going on and you have no idea when the next season will air!

But it is what is… The only thing we can do now is pray for the strike to be over as soon as possible.

AMPTP, please pay your writers and actors!

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So lets talk about Spock and Chapel (and a little bit about Pike&Batel)

!SPOILER WARNING!

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The episode starts with Batel and Chapel helping the colonists. We learn that Chapel left the Enterprise early to start her Fellowship with Dr. Korby and Cayuga is basically her ride.

Can i just say that i love how SNW portrays their female characters? Batel and Chapel are 2 women who are really good at their jobs, love helping people, ambitious, strong, beautiful and charming!

The episode made a clear parallel between 2 relationships: Spock&Chapel and Pike&Batel.

At the beginning of the episode Batel and Chapel’s fates were unknown, both Spock and Pike were worried about losing the women that they love, but refused to give up hope and they were both ready to do whatever it takes to save them.

Both couples reunite at some point in the episode. Pike&Batel’s hug is lovely and sweet. Spock&Chapel holding each other’s hands in space is a beautiful and almost poetic moment. That scene was designed to look visually stunning and it did!

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If we quickly remember the status of both relationships:

Batel had a bumpy relationship with Pike at first, she even walked out on him bcoz just like Chapel, Pike had issues maintaining a serious relationship. But unlike Spock&Chapel, Pike&Batel fixed their problems bcoz Pike noticed his errors, they talked, they understood each other and made up!

Spock and Chapel still haven’t done that and we have to wait for season 3 to see them properly communicate again. But there’s still HOPE for them.

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“Hope” is one of the main themes of the episode. We have seen different characters talk about “hope” and use it as a motivation to keep fighting.

Una to Spock:

“I would never tell you not to hope.”

Pike to La’an:

“Sometimes... hope is a choice.”

Despite every single fact pointing to Christine’s death, Spock chooses not to lose hope.

“and Nurse Chapel, who I HOPE made it to the surface as well.”

“I have not given in to grief yet. Logic dictates we do not know Chapel's or Batel's fate. And until we do, the best chance we have to save them is if Enterprise takes out the Gorn's interference field.”

Hope is the thing that keeps him going. And i think, one of the reasons why he insisted he should be the one doing the space mission is bcoz he really believed that it might help save Christine’s life (and others').

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The zero gravity Gorn fight was amazing. Spock and Chapel defeating the Gorn together was so satisfying to me!

After that, they move towards each other and have an “almost” space hug. Beautiful! And then they slowly fly up together. The filming of the whole scene is breathtaking. Feels like a space dance in EV suits. As a big piece of Cayuga falls down, they reach for each other’s hands at the same time and hold so tight! Aww. The music, the scene… You get the sense that there’s HOPE. Against Gorn but also for Spock and Chapel too.

They energize still holding hands. Chapel seems pretty shook and Spock intensely watches her. He must be feeling so many things at once in that moment.

The way Spock loves Chapel is too pure.  He would do anything for her. ANYTHING. Vulcan emotions are stronger than human emotions. That’s why they suppress them. And what happens when they choose not to suppress them? Take a look at Spock! Ethan Peck has been doing an amazing job portraying a half Vulcan-half Human in love. But perhaps his feelings for Chapel can not even be described with the word love.

I have no words for what I feel.

Bcoz it’s more.

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Anyway, before they go Spock stops her. He wants to apologize but she doesn't let him. She tells him that they'll have time later. She smiles at him, eyes shining, holding his arm… Spock recognizes that look and that smile. Its Christine. His Christine. And he smiles back. There’s HOPE.

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Look guys, I don’t know if they’ll break up or decide to try again. All i know is, Spock and Chapel love each other. Despite their differences, despite Boimler’s “you’re doomed” BS, despite Chapel’s struggle with relationships&deep trauma, despite Spock’s struggle with human emotions… They LOVE each other. Feelings are there and not going anywhere.

Star Trek loves “on again - off again” relationships. So i predict Spapel be the new on/off relationship that will last for as long as the show goes on.

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 19

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You sleep through the celebration, the fight with the marines has taken all your energy and you don't even wake up when the Buggy pirates start singing sea shanties on deck or some of them fall drunken overboard and need to be rescued. In the morning you feel groggy from sleeping so much, but also less restless than yesterday night - your body very likely needed that rest. You use the bathroom for almost an hour and decide to wear your usual clothes as you get ready for the day - the dress could have been perfect for the celebration last night but you again missed your chance to wear it. 

As you gaze out of the window, the daylight spills into your room, but you cannot tell the precise hour of the day. Days and nights blend together in a hazy amalgamation of fragmented memories. Time aboard the pirate ship becomes a slippery, elusive entity, like a blurry, slimy glue that binds your experiences together. When did you fight the marines? When did you get back into your room? When did you get intimate with Buggy? You blush when you remember his face from being so aroused by you and your body. Despite him being so rough with you, you feel a genuine happiness, knowing that he probably just needed a bit more practice to become a better lover.

As you step onto the deck, your gaze is immediately drawn to the horizon, where a colossal structure looms in the distance. It appears to be an island, but its sheer size resembles an awe-inspiring mountain.

You find a pirate next to the main mast and ask him where the Buggy pirates ship is heading next. He points at the island and grins: "The Grand Line. Can you see? This is Reverse Mountain!" the pirate exclaims, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. You turn your gaze once more towards the towering landmass on the horizon, and now you notice a breathtaking phenomenon. There, upon the immense mountain, a waterfall defies the laws of gravity, flowing upwards towards its peak.

The Buggy pirates and you approached the daunting Reverse Mountain by evening, you stayed on deck all day, excited and scared of knowing that you all would soon enter the infamous Grand line. Wondering if Luffy was already there you hear the navigator and Captain Buggy shout commands to the crew as you get nearer the dangerous looking currents.

With the ship's hull creaking under the strain of the treacherous currents, the crew skillfully maneuvers through the raging whirlpools and surging waves. The towering cliffs of Reverse Mountain loom ominously above them, casting deep shadows across the deck. The air crackles with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as the pirates press forward, their resolve unyielding. You hold on to the rope of the main mast, ready to take orders from your navigator and from the captain. 

Finally, with a surge of momentum, the ship finds itself at the precipice of the mountain, poised to descend into the realm of the Grand Line. The crew watches in awe as the massive gates of Reverse Mountain open, revealing a tumultuous vortex that leads directly into the legendary waters ahead. You find yourself screaming in excitement and you even start to laugh as the ship takes a speedy track down the mountain. 

The once familiar world behind you fades away, replaced by the mysterious and unpredictable expanse of the Grand Line. The crew and you all now cheering in unity that you made it safe and sound down the mountain. You turn your gaze towards your captain, and a swell of pride fills your heart. His smile radiates with a deep sense of satisfaction, acknowledging the loyalty and dedication you have shown by following him into this unknown territory. In the euphoria of the moment, an overwhelming desire arises within you—to rush over, embrace him tightly, and express your affection with a kiss. However, you can see how he is still giving commands to the crew, not being fully out of the dangerous territory yet. 

Deep within, you maintain an unshakable conviction—just as unwavering as Luffy's belief in finding the One Piece and becoming the king of the pirates. Yet, in this fleeting instant, a bittersweet longing surfaces, and you find yourself wishing that Buggy, your captain, could ascend to the top of pirate glory, with you at his side as his trusted queen…

The next weeks on the Grand Line go by slowly, interrupted by some mear fights with sea kings, but rarely any marines make it into these waters unless they have a special mission or order to do so. Captain Buggy, well prepared for this journey had acquired a log pose already in Loguetown and had handed it to his navigator. You were slowly approaching your first island, Little Garden and you were eager to get land under your feet again. Captain Buggy himself had ignored you the past days, not in an unkind manner - he has stopped talking about pursuing Luffy in front of you and he also still smiles at you or greets you good morning. Besides that interaction between you two has become limited, not only because Buggy is so busy getting his crew safely through the Grand Line, but also because you can feel his tension when you are near him. His body stiffens, his eyes seem to wander around to avoid your gaze. He tries to take control over his emotions again. And you are suffering, longing for him and his touch. 

At nights you lay awake in your little chamber, thinking back of his aroused face over you when he was deep inside of you, you start to whimper and mewl as you touch yourself, you feel so deprived and empty and you wish you could just go over to his cabin and beg him on your knees to make you his again. In the daytime you try to focus on tasks at hand, occupying yourself with anything else than the thoughts of him. When you have the watch on the crows nest you catch yourself sometimes trying to peek into his captain's cabin. After three days of feeling like the longing for him is completely consuming you, you decide to take advantage of him as soon as you reach the island. Maybe you could find a place where you both would be alone together, without the curious eyes of the crew Buggy would maybe again be able to show you his admiration and not caring about keeping up the captain facade. As Little Garden is in eyesight, Buggy orders his crew to gather around and divided them into the land team and the ship team. To your surprise he orders you into the land team, but himself staying on board, protecting the ship. After his announcement his men disperse but you stay for a bit longer, looking at your captain in disbelief. 

“May I have a word?”, you approach him as he is on his way back to the Captain's cabin. His body tenses again you can see that he is avoiding your gaze. “Sure..!”, he opens the door to his cabin, a gesture to invite you in. 

[staycalmandhugaclone]

If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved! You can read this little chunk as a standalone, or head back to the beginning for the full experience!

Part 2 of 3 for Trouble Breathing

Febuwhump Day 10 - Ch 2

“Difficulty Breathing” – Medic OC & Wrecker

Warnings: Heights, bats, mild gore, drowning, near death, hypothermia

WC: 2,849- prompt requested by the lovely @the-clone-zone - think I covered all of your prompts in this one!

We survived. My mind kept coming back to that simple realization. The boulders overhead had caved in. We’d been trapped. And we’d survived. I still found myself tensing at every shuffle of displaced stone or hiss of falling sand, but feeling the presence of the powerful man beside me offered a comforting reassurance that eased my fears. I don’t know if I could have forced myself deeper into the growing chill in that terrible darkness without the occasional brush of his arm against mine, the gentle touch of his hand against my back through my every flinch and hesitation.

When the trail narrowed, however, I knew I’d need to make it on my own for at least those dozen-or-so meters where the ground lining our path dropped sharply on either side into a void too deep for even my light to pierce. Treading forward, I crouched just enough to lower my center of gravity, letting my feet glide mere inches over the smooth stone. I’d made it nearly halfway before realizing there was no shuffle of movement behind me and stole a hesitant glance over my shoulder to find Wrecker still standing stiffly at the edge of the precipice, shoulders drawn harshly back, body shifting beneath too-quick breaths, seemingly torn between tearing his gaze away from that infinite drop and being unable to look away.

“Wrecker?” I called quietly, quickly drawing his attention back to me.

“Uh.. that…” Heights. I remembered one of Crosshair’s teasing quips mocking Wrecker for his problem with heights. “It’s-t’s fine, jus’ gotta…” His body shifted as though attempting to loosen himself up in preparation, but, when he tried to force his leg to take that first stop, he froze, body swaying unsteady. He purposefully turned his gaze up, stealing a quick step back, and I could hear the sharpness of his huffed exhales catch on his mic.

“Well, aren’t we just a pair.” I murmured warmly. He glanced back at me for a moment before letting out a chuckle, head nodding lightly. I watched his gaze sweep over the too-narrow path once more before drawing a deep, tense breath.

The shuffle of stone overhead nearly robbed me of my own balance, head snapping to the mocking nothingness of pitch black looming far beyond the pitiful reach of my light. Wrecker. Focus on Wrecker… helping him with his fear was a far easily task than trying to deal with my own.

The man still stood unmoved, attention also carefully locked on where that sound had come from. Swallowing back my own dread, I slowly reached for my helmet, purposefully schooling my expression into something nearing calm as I pulled the dome over my head, instantly wrenching his gaze back to mine.

“I think we’re going to have to help each other through this a bit.” I whispered, a hapless smirk toying with my lips as my words fluttered away in a tiny cloud through the frigid air. His shoulders sank, and I could almost feel him struggle with the violent denial and fear straining against that first step. “Think you can focus on me? Just for the next few minutes?” My voice softened, falling into a gentle rhythm.

“You… yuh probably shouldn’ take that off.” He warned, and my heart melted.

“As soon as we’re on the other side, I’ll put it back on, but I want you to look at me for now. Okay?” I replied through a smile that no longer felt quite so forced.

“Y… yeah, okay.” He relented, arms flaring wide as he finally managed to set his foot down atop the thin wedge of rock.

“Good!” The praise burst from me in a quiet rush of air, earnest glee swelling through my chest. “The path is right beneath you. You’re doing great, Wrecker.” I continued softly. “Just come straight towards me.” Movements unsteady, shaking beneath nerves wrought with panic, he stole another step. “That’s perfect, Wreck. Keep focusing on me, and we’ll be out of here in no time.” I promised, beaming as he gradually began to get faster.

“Aren’t yuh still scared?” He asked, and I heard the slight breathlessness robbing his speech of that innate exuberance. I gave a little shrug.

“Apparently, there’s not a lot I need to be scared of with you nearby.” I replied with a toothy grin, and my heart swelled at the gravely chuckle that reverberate deep in his chest.

“Normally folks’re scared because I’m nearby.” He retorted. For just a moment, my expression fell. He’d tried to say it like it was nothing, but I could hear the whisper of hurt in his voice, and I wanted to spend an eternity telling him every way that they were wrong, every way I adored him until each trace of self-doubt and sorrow was washed clean. He paused, visor still carefully trained on my face.

“Wrecker, you are one of the most amazing, loving people I’ve ever met.” I felt no hesitation in letting the words slip reverently over my lips, urging them into the very fabric of his being. “You’re kind when it would be so easy to be cruel," he’d gone so still as I spoke, momentarily forgetting what horrors lay around us, and I felt that glimmer of hope that he just might let himself believe me, "and you’re gentle in a way that I-”

But then the clatter of stone stole the words from my tongue. I barely had time to watch him wrench the blaster from his back before that shriek tore through me; felt it vibrate violently through my bones. I’d just begun to turn, muscles jerking in that exigent impulse to see the nightmare before remembering the simple need to run, when a wall of iron muscle slammed into me with enough force to rip the air from my lungs, body flying back before even realizing I should be afraid.

I could hear the flurry of blasterfire. I could hear something that sounded like my name roaring from a voice I was sure I knew even as what tiny whispers of air my panicking diaphragm fought desperately to gain were wrenched from me in choked gasps of agony, some spiraling segment of my mind belated grasping the realization that the darkness had birthed one of those terrifying beasts; that I’d made myself an easy target; that it had surely been watching us since I’d first spoken, and, with Wrecker beginning to close the distance between us, had sprung for an easy kill; and I could hear the loud clap of leather wings around me; the scream of cloth and skin tearing beneath those frightful claws.

My body was moving before my mind could make sense of the suddenness with which I was robbed of that gentle quiet and thrust into a frenzy of panic, hands searching desperately for pistols I knew to be useless against the beast clutching me in with its hind legs. Still, my arms flailed to reach around the bulk of its covetous talons; and I tried vainly not to remember the length of those razor sharp claws as they vanished between the plates of my armor, burring into my waist; my shoulder.

Vaguely, I noted the rushed movement of a beam of light, the intimidating mass of his form illuminated by the ceaseless flashes sapphire glow. Wrecker. Fear forgotten, he was sprinting after us, enraged shout tearing from his throat. Fighting. He was fighting to get me back. I should be fighting, too.

Teeth ground, I finally managed to grab one of my pistols, hand shaking violently as I leveled the short barrel at the thing’s neck and fired. The creature shook more from surprised than pain, bony head craning down to snap at me with those massive fangs. I watched numbly as several flashes of light erupted from my weapon to sear into its throat. The choked screech it let out nearly robbed me of what failing wisps of thought I could cling to, ears threatening to burst.

Its grip shuffled around me, claws clicking atop my armor where they failed to find purchase in those tiny gaps in-between. I could smell the tang of burnt flesh, caught glimpses of holes still gleaming blue littering those wings. It was growing anxious, movements quickening in a desperation to reach safety with its prey. If it managed to get beyond the range of Wrecker’s repeater, I was dead…

The flash of metal that suddenly ripped through the membrane of one of those wings drew another deafening shriek from it, and it took a short eternity for my mind to reach some conclusion as to what it was: the three-pronged head of a grappling hook. Pistol slipping thoughtless from near limp fingers, I watched myself reach for it, watched my hand struggle to connect myself to it via the anchor built in to the waist of my gear, and I watched those massive talons finally pull away from me as the creature concluded I wasn’t worth the fight. The instant my weight caught on that line, it ripped clear of those wings. And I fell.

I should have known how long Wrecker’s grappling hook was. I should have thought to try and use my own. I should have kept my damn helmet on, but as my body slammed into the icy waters hidden at the bottom of that engulfing darkness, I knew only panic and pain and cold as my entire body convulsed, lungs seizing in a sharp gasp that only wrenched the nearly frozen liquid down my throat.

My arms locked against my chest, knees tucking into my stomach, numb to the agony of where that thing’s talons had left deep tears through flesh and fabric alike as muscles snapped taut amidst the frigid presence overcoming me. My chest fluttered in sputtered gasps, limbs jerking in some whispered plea to drag myself to the surface, to breathe; to scream, but there was only the darkness of those merciless waters closing over me.

I didn’t notice the pull at my waist until my body finally breeched the surface. The instant I felt air touch my lips, my body burst back to life, violent coughs tearing from my throat in a desperate attempt to force my lungs clear of that stagnant, icy water, retching around the sharp taste of minerals and rot atop my tongue.

Something was grabbing at my arms, pulling, dragging me over a ledge. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t focus beyond the screaming panic of cold, body shivering too violently to steal more than a fleeting gasp of air before it fled me in a strangled cough, hands curling against my chest in some useless attempt to retain even a whisper of heat.

Something was moving; shouting. I could hear shouting beneath the vague sensation of my body being jostled against someone else’s touch. I was sure that was an arm clasped beneath my chest, holding me up from the smooth stone, but when something slammed against my back, even that meager trace of lucidity fled me, body flailing anew to escape. A second blow struck me, then a third, and the flood of water that burst from my lips brought such an overwhelming rush of relief and hurt, I could do nothing as my body collapsed against him, torso bucking with wheezed gasps as that burning suffocation finally began to quell. That touch returned to my back, now sweeping up and down in vigorous strokes just bordering on painful.

“Doc! C’mon, Doc; say somethin’!” That voice begged, and it took several seconds for me to remember.

“Wre… Wreck…” I wheezed, legs shifting just enough to push me further into him, begging for his strength and warmth to somehow free me of the terrible hurt and fear, and I felt his body sink in a sharp sigh of relief.

“Think your pack got knocked off by that thing’s claws. You got any bandages in those pockets?” He asked breathlessly. I had to fight to make sense of his words. Pockets… the… the satchels at my waist… I only just managed a nod, unable to convince my arm to even tense with the intent of reaching for them. Without hesitation, he quickly dug through one to find the wildly insufficient medpack.

Unfazed, he began ridding my shoulder of armor to reveal the series of puncture wounds perfectly illustrating the gap between my shoulder bell and the chest plate. He didn’t waste time asking. I felt him guide me to lean back against his chest before he grasped the ruined fabric of my shirt. It tore like paper between his hands.

The sound of ripping fabric barely registered, mind only distantly noting the steady trails of crimson seeping from wounds I knew would be painful if not for that terrible numbness of the cold. It felt like I’d merely blinked, but my shoulder was suddenly covered in bandages, and he’d already moved to my hip, some fleeting apology catching on his lips before tearing the cloth concealing pierced flesh there as well.

“-ay awake!” The world jostled sharply around me. Couldn’t tell if it was from the way my muscles convulsed or something else. “C’mon, please stay awake!” Wrecker… he was running… Maker, it was so cold…

“-em things! Came outta nowhere an’ tried ta take off with her!” He was shouting. I think I could hear more voices. “Argh! The karking signal’s all over th’ place! I can’t… yeah, ‘course I got’er!” The shrill cry of blasterfire screamed over whatever response hummed from his speakers, reluctantly drawing some broken sliver of awareness to the distant clapping of leather all around us.

“Hey! Hey-hey; doc! Doc, look a’ me!” His voice boomed from that fearsome helm, but I knew him in an instant.

“Wr-Wr…Wre-”

“Yuh don’t gotta talk, but yuh gotta stay awake!” Almost before the silhouette dipped into the halo of light around us, grasping limbs already stretched forward with flared talons, Wrecker leveled his repeater and sent a rapid burst of fire strafing across its face. With an affronted cry, the thing vanished back into the darkness. “I’ll get yuh to Tech, Doc! He’ll get yuh all fixed up! Jus’ gotta stay awake!” Another creature dove for him. With a surge of speed, Wrecker just managed to leap out of the way, one arm remained locked around me while the other aimed his weapon once more.

This was insanity. Even unhindered beneath my dead weight, there was so little hope of making through the swarm of monsters vying for an easy meal.

“Wr-Wreck…” I called, voice still shattering from how that terrible chill robbed me of breath.

“They’re already waitin’ for us!” He promised, somehow still managing that lightness in his voice as if some part of this were fun. “Jus’ gotta get up this hill, an’ we’ll see em!” I managed to glance forward but saw nothing beyond the steady climb of that rocky path fading into shadow for some unknown distance without granting any hope of ever reaching the surface. We barely made it through the swarm with all of his brothers fighting alongside us. There was no way…

“Y-you ne-need to let- to let me g-go.” I felt the sudden falter in his stride and was glad that I couldn’t see the hurt or shock or anger that stole over that handsome face.

“No.” That hint of fun was gone. The way his voice growled through the modulators of that fanged helmet offered none of his overzealous joy. I felt the strength of him in the firm clarity of his voice, suddenly faced with the reality that this man was more than his brute force. Just like Echo, I had to remember that, through all his games and jokes and banter, he was one of the most accomplished soldiers of the GAR. “Not an option, Doc. We’re getting’ outa here together! ‘m not about to let a bunch’a oversized rats take us out!”

I felt him push forward with a fresh burst of speed, volleys of blasterfire screaming about us in an almost calculated rhythm, and I wanted to sob – I wanted to find some way to explain; to make him understand my horror at the mere thought of being responsible for his death; to beg him to acknowledge that his only chance was to leave me, but my lips refused to move, chest bucking beneath too-shallow breaths. Still, I felt myself try, felt the strained air catch in my throat, jaw shifting listlessly around near-words I just couldn’t quite give life.

“We’re almost there, Doc! Jus’ hang on!” I didn’t want to… Maker, I just wanted to remember what warmth felt like; I wanted to remember how it felt for my lungs to draw in more than a quivered gasp. “Hey! No-no; c’mon – keep your eyes open! Look a’ me!” I wanted to forget the burn of muscles trembling in that futile desperation to fend off the terrible cold turning my bones to ice and robbing my fingers of feeling. “Doc!” I wanted to remember that beaming smile he so willingly shared with the worlds.

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THE BEE AND HER HONEY

- Steve Harrington x Nancy’s childhood best-friend F!Reader

summary: reader is nancy’s childhood bestfriend that is returning to hawkins after a few years. hawkins is slightly more handsome than she remembers word count: 3.3k

warnings : alcohol (safe drinking), pet name honey, fluff af, me!! pushing!! my!! ronance!! agenda!!!, (basically a Nancy x Robin subplot) Steve being introspective/reflecting, did i say cute cute fluff, happpy ending, betting

a/n: last part of this series!! i’ve really enjoyed writing it and and seeing all your comments and tags it’s the best feeling so thank you and thank you so much for reading i hope you enjoy!

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The third time Steve Harrington saw you he made plans to see you a fourth time. At his house, where he lives.

He was not sure what came over him, what part of you offset his boyish charm, his ability to think, to speak, to breathe.

You made him nervous.

You made him want to be around you all the time. You made him want to make dumb jokes every second just so you would smile at him.

And he’d dated girls, he knew the ropes, tied them himself. Knew what lines made girls blush or prompted praise or were too clever not to get him a date.

But you scared him, just a little bit. After he got his heart broken by Nancy, he thought he’d learned how to protect himself, so he’d never feel hurt like that again. Steve didn’t know if he could handle that.

Even so, there was a bigger part of Steve that was made brave by you. The part that would do anything to make you laugh or added you to the list of people he would die trying to protect.

There was something he couldn’t name, an affection, something in his chest saying,”this could be right, i think this could be right for me.” and it filled him with something warm and bright and overflowing; which also incited him to rent the tape for Weird Science in preparation of your movie night.

—————-

You haven’t stopped pacing for the past 20 minutes. Not since Steve invited you to watch a movie he likes at his house, where he lives.

Somehow, you ended up in Nancy’s bedroom. The entirety of the past hour was a jumbled blur and you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up there at all; had you driven? No, no you’d taken Mikes bike back, of course, the bike you hadn’t exactly asked to take.

There was one something or rather someone that remained clear in your head. You remembered Steve, him warm and dangerously beautiful, you couldn’t recall anything you said to him but you were sure it was something embarrassing, that was the only way you could to justify the butterflies that lingered in your belly.

Maybe it was a bad idea to go, maybe he’d see you and think no, whatever light I saw inside her is fleeting, she left and returned and she will leave again.

Or maybe he was in fact too good to be true. He was painfully gorgeous, possibly an undead creature of some sort, a vampire or siren? Maybe you were falling straight into his unhinged jaw, straight into his coffin, his awaiting green arms.

You’d told all this to Nancy of course; the soundly blue bird on your shoulder, your rock, your gravity, anchor, etcetera.

However, right now she was nothing short of ill-disposed.

“I don’t understand why your freaking out Bee, he asked you to come see him at work and you did. Now he’s asking you to come over and watch a movie so your going to do that, what’s the big deal?”

“No, I just- Steve, he-,” You throw your arms around wildly like your trying to catch the words you need out of the air, “He’s like a mirage, it’s like, I get to Hawkins, and I’m in the desert right, and I’ve been walking forever and it’s super hot, And I look and I see an oasis, and it’s amazing and there’s water and plants and it’s great. and I try to drink the water, but i’m really just eating handfuls of sand Nance, don’t you see, sand. And then I die of dehydration from the salt concentration IN the sand and- god what am I gonna do.”

Nancy is still sitting on her bed watching you like your something funny, she wonders when you started talking with your hands.

“So- you’re saying Steve is the salt?” She says slowly.

“No! No- i’m saying he’s the illusion Nance, he’s like the pretty oasis that’s really just more sand.”

She makes a face.”Steve is not sand Bee, he’s my friend and I think he likes you and I think you like him and you know if I didn’t trust him he’d be well and gone from my life let alone be anyone in yours, you’re going.”

You stop pacing to face her, your lips spreading slowly in an unconvincing grin, you were afraid she’d say that. “Actually, we’re going..”

Nancy stares at you and your stupid jazz hands with wide eyes. You start talking before she can express her dismay, “Before you say anything Robin was there when me and Steve were talking so just maybe I said that you would come too and just maybe Robin jumped on the idea and was really excited that you were gonna be there because you are going- we’re going to Steve’s house to watch some stupid movie tonight okay. And if you refuse then there’s no way I’m going without you.”

Nancy stops chewing on her lip to open her mouth, close it, then open it again.

“Okay.” She says it slowly, drawing out the syllables like she’s giving herself one last chance to chicken out, but she doesn’t. And she’s made the choice to be brave, you both have.

Twin smiles grow slowly on both your faces, until your both giving into that urge and she’s yelling out her excitement and you can’t help jumping up and down.

You’re both too excited to notice Mike swing the door open, begin to say something, then shut his mouth; watching you both for a moment before closing the door shaking his head muttering,”girls.”

——————

Steve has been staring at his drive way for the past 15 minutes.

It took Robin 16 to throw a crumpled popcorn wrapper at his head.

“Stop worrying Steve.” Her voice is half teasing but not unkind. “They’re coming.”

“But what if they aren’t?” He hasn’t stop frowning out the window.

Steve feels her come to stand next to him and place an uncharacteristically gentle hand on his shoulder, “You told her to come at 7, it’s 6:53.” His eyebrows remain pinched. “Didn’t you say she got lost on her way to Family Video? She’s probably on her way right now lost in the maze that is your secluded neighborhood.”

“She doesn’t have a car, she’d come with Nancy, who always comes early and knows exactly where I live.” Robin stiffens behind him and he turns his head to look at her. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous too.”

“Steeve,” She groans and drops her head,”You know how much I like her. She’s so pretty and smart and perfect, and I’m so-.” She waves her hands around huffing.

They both frown at each other, two rain clouds hovering above an unsuspecting town.

Steve is dubious crossing his arms,”Robin, don’t knock yourself, you’re a super cool person, I know Nance sees that too.”

Her frown wanes slowly until she’s smiling and jabs him with her elbow,”I think Bee has made you soft.”

He rolls his eyes fondly, “Real nice Robin. Thanks for ruining our sweet moment.”

She bumps his shoulder with hers,”Hey dingus you know I love you.” Steve shakes his head but not his smile.”I’ll tell you what, 20 bucks if they’re not here in 5 minutes.”

As she speaks Steve watches a yellow light slowly color her face and he glares at her, “You’re evil you know that.” She holds her hand out and he brushes past her. “I did not agree to that bet!”

He comes to stand behind his door, taking one, two big breaths.

“I got this, I’m Steve Harrington, I’m king.”

“Nice pep talk dumbass.”

“Shut up.”

Steve opens the door.

Nancy stands there, smiling brightly, and he has no reason to be surprised as he is.

She’s pink in the face and glances behind him about 30 times in the 30 seconds of silence his shock serves him. He can see her small tells for how nervous she is, the way she plays with her fingers to stop them shaking and the twitch of her mouth, so very quickly he wraps her in a hug.

“Hey Nance,” He rubs her back and she hums a hi back at him.

Then he sees you. Standing behind her in a pretty blue dress, shining at him, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Steve lets Nancy go and he can’t think to close his open mouth.

“Hi.” You’re breathless, and he’s glad you feel whatever it is too.

It’s amazing he’s able to say it back because right now Steve’s thoughts are exclusively on he question of how someone could look so gorgeous under his dingy porch light.

You’re amazed you are still standing up right. The way Steve’s looking at you makes your knees weak; you can feel all the blood rushing to your face, all the air in your lungs, like you’ve been struck by lightning and are now overly aware of your body.

The lightning bolt himself moves out of the doorway and you walk into his house.

You blink away the bright lights and then Steve, the brightest light of them all, is standing front of you again.

He puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Do- do you want anything to drink? I’ve got juice, water, beer, coke, whatever you want.”

You look around the room slowly,”Uh, do you have anything.. um stronger?”

Something in his eyes shines, something like bewilderment that quickly melts into amusement.

His lips curve upward,”Follow me.”

Steve starts walking through his house and you spare a glance at Robin and Nancy who are standing an uncomfortable distance apart and both individually giving you a thumbs up.

You breathe out through your mouth and follow him.

He takes you to a wine cabinet, mahogany wood with intricate detailing on the corners, locked by a small keyhole and full of the nicest looking alcohol you’ve ever seen. Steve picks up a flower pot of daisies sitting on a stool nearby. You try not to think about how big his hand looks around its neck. He takes the key from under it and unlocks the cabinet, turning around to smile at your stunned expression.

He makes a hand waving gesture and your eyes can’t help following it,”Pick your poison.” Taking a step forward, you run your fingers over the bottle necks and halt suddenly on bottle of vodka.

Steve chokes on a laugh and you turn to him with your eyebrows raised. “Nothing, just- Smirnoff that’s uh, not what I was expecting.”

You tilt your head at him,”What do I not seem like a Vodka girl to you Steve?”

He blushes,”No, I- I didn’t mean, It’s not that I just-“

Your snickering laugh stops him,”I get it. Now where are your shot glasses?”

Two shots get knocked back in the minute it takes you to pour them. Steve watches you intently, half amazed and half concerned with your eagerness to be tipsy.

You notice the frown he didn’t realize he was making and bite your lip. “I’m sorry, I just.” You again look for the words,”I think, tonight, I need to be brave.”

A flicker in his eye, a light lit then immediately extinguished returns far brighter. “Oh.” He breathes.

Steve’s mouth makes the shape of a small smile and you follow him to the living room where Robin was bringing Nancy a bag of freshly made popcorn.

The couch was generously big enough for all four of you, but there was a suffocating hesitation present in everyone tonight, the air thick with it.

Tonight you will be brave

You sit next to next to Nancy on the middle of the couch, looking between Steve expectantly and the free spot next to you.

He takes the hint.

Suddenly you’re noticeably warmer. You think it’s incredible how hot his body must run, and how nice it feels to be sitting next to him.

Steve is nervous. When did his palms get so sweaty? He wipes them on his jeans. You smell so nice, like vanilla and something floral, he takes a deep breath in.

“Robin.” Did his voice just crack? He hopes you didn’t notice. “Can you start the movie.”

She looks at him, clearly trying to non verbally convey a message that Steve is too dazed to understand,”Sure, Steve.” She says through gritted teeth.

————-

At minute 20 of the movie it was dead silent.

Well not exactly, there was the white noise of the droning movie from Steve’s television. The only other sound was Robin trying and failing to quietly eat the popcorn she made.

Both you and Nancy were leaned forward staring attentively at the screen. Steve kept sparing glances at your expression, watching to see if you laughed at the jokes he thought was funny, cringed at the parts he thought were dumb, you did.

But the silence was getting to him. Was it bad he invited you to his house to watch a movie in silence? You could’ve gone to the theatre, he would’ve taken you there, would’ve done anything you asked.

Steve watched as Robin tried to minimize the sound of her eating by chewing more slowly, but that only prolonged the noise.

He leaned back against the couch and tried to get her attention. He opened his mouth to whisper, but caught himself when he realized just how close his mouth was to your ear, in that same moment you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.

He opted for leaning father over the back of the couch and hitting her with his outstretched fingertips.

Robin held her arm protectively and glared at Steve.

He mouthed,”Kitchen.”

“What?”

“Kit-chen.”

She gave him a confused look but nodded clearing her throat,”Me and Steve, we are going to uh girl talk- not girl talk- Steve’s not a- I mean like talk about girls, not you girls! Just girls, conceptually, in general?” The screen catches her eye. “Like this lady, what’s her deal right?”

You don’t turn away from the television, “Well, she’s like a robot kind of person that the two boys created with their computer by hacking into government databases.” You look at Robin and smile,”She’s like Frankenstein’s monster.”

Robin returns your smile and slowly backs away until she’s out of view. Steve quickly takes his leave as well and follows her to the kitchen where he finds her sitting on the ground still eating the popcorn she made.

“Frankenstein’s monster if he was a super hot mom, this movie is awesome.”

Steve crouches down to sit next to her,”I’m glad you think so.

She turns her body to face him,”What’s up Steven?”

“Do you think they’re having fun? Nobody saying anything is kind of freaking me out.”

“Hey, hey, Id be more bothered if they were talking during the movie. Bee is only watching it because you said you liked it, she’s watching it for you Steve. I think it’s sweet how much she’s invested.”

Steve hadn’t considered that, if he was honest he wasn’t as passionate for the movie as he was for hanging out with you. It was more an excuse to spend time with you.

His heart was warm. Robin leaned against him,”Alright captain what’s our next move?”

“I think we should talk to them, alone, separately. I think you need to tell Nancy how you feel.”

Robin laughed disbelieving,”That’s a pretty big step especially for me. You do know it took me 6 months longer than all the other babies to walk.”

“That explains a lot- Ow!” Robin pinched his arm. “Where have your baby steps gotten you up to now?” She glares at him and his stupid rationality and Steve catches onto her hesitation. “You only have to be brave once. Just for a moment, and then everything will work itself out.”

“You’re sure?”

“How could it not? Think of everything that’s happened in just the past year, and here we are watching a movie with the girls we like, we’ve survived being captured by Russians, you can survive an honest conversation Nancy Wheeler.”

“Have you seen her with a gun??”

Steve laughs, it’s easy,”You’re just lucky you haven’t been on the other end of Nancy with a gun.”

They came back into the living room just in time to hear your whispering conversation with Nancy abruptly end. Both of you sitting up unnaturally straight up with sheepish expressions at being caught.

“How did your girl talk go?” You ask and you mean it.

Robin holds her hands intertwined in front of her, “Um, well I think that I need to talk to a certain girl, outside maybe, if she doesn’t mind.”

Nancy is flushed, unusually still and gazing at Robin with shiny eyes. They stare at each other for a moment then Nancy breathes,” Okay.”

You watch your best friend stand, shaking slightly, you watch Robin open the door for her, watch the two girls float after each other.

The cushion shifts slightly as you feel Steve sit down next to you.

“I think she really likes her.” You think out-loud, you’ve never seen Nancy like that, light like that.

“Yeah-“ He pauses, “Wait, how do you know Robin likes Nancy?”

You completely turn around to face him, knee knocking his. “Robin likes Nancy! That’s the best news I’ve heard since-“ It’s hard to think when Steve’s looking at you like that, like you’re golden.

He grins at you,”I’ll bet you 20 dollars they get together by the end of the night.”

You raise an eyebrow grinning,”By the end of this movie.”

“Oh you are so on.”

Eyes twinkling, locked in on each other. And neither of you can remember what you were talking about, Steve’s thinking about your eyes and what the something he doesn’t recognize that flashes in your eyes could be.

“What?”

Twisting the ring on your index suddenly becomes terribly interesting ,”Nothing it’s just, uh,” You look at your hands in your lap.”You’re not really the Steve Nancy wrote to me about.

His expression flickers from something dejected to more thoughtful. “I- uh, well the past few years have, have really changed the way I live. The people I’ve met, these people I love, they help me grow and be better, and I’m still growing and learning, everyday, and I’m so thankful for all these people for helping me find my way, especially Nance.” Steve scratches the back of his neck,”I was alone for a lot of my life, I had all these friends that didn’t care about me or just liked me for my name. And well, the old parents were never around to begin with so I just thought- I just thought I could get away without needing anyone. But the people in my life are everything to me, they mean everything to me and I’m very lucky to be where I am. So yeah, I’m not him, but if I needed to be him to be who I am now then I’m glad.”

He looks up to see you looking at him so affectionately, he blooms like a daisy under your stare.

Steve wasn’t expecting you to kiss him on the cheek, but now you have he’s sure there’s nothing sweeter.

He grins smugly but his blush gives him away, his eyes drop to your lips.

Steve feigns a yawn only to stretch so he can place one arm behind you on the back of the couch. You give him an unimpressed look, “Real smooth honey.”

He’s glowing, he leans his face closer to yours,”Honey? I like that.”He is still staring at your mouth,”The Bee and her Honey.”

A whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

A smile,”Please do honey”

Outside by the pool, Nancy and Robin are smiling at you through the window, fingers intertwined, standing closely together, shoulders brushing.

Nancy curses.

“What?”

“I bet Bee $20 that I would kiss you before she kissed Steve.”

Robin laughs, Nancy’s favorite sound,”Well I can’t fix that, but I think I can help with something else.”

[dino-mp3]

blog intro :)

3-23-24

Hello I’m Dino! I wanted to make an introduction post for my tumblr since I decided I wanted to start posting to motivate myself and others! I thought it would be nice to list my personal goals, interests, etc. :)

also pls ignore any grammar issues I don’t feel like putting this through Grammarly :,)

Goals

Work towards a 4.5 gpa: I have currently maintained a 4.2 gpa for this school year I wish it was 4.5, but I have 2 b’s :( So I’m going to work towards a 4.5 for this last quarter and senior year!

Become a better speaker: My ultimate career is to be a lawyer! With that comes working to be a better speaker. I get quite nervous when it comes to taking to a large group of people and start to talk fast. On top of this at my mock trial meet I messed up my direct horribly because of how nervous I was to talk in front of the judge and jury :,)

Get best lawyer during Mock Trial Comp: I won best attorney this year, but I don’t think I deserved it…I want to be more confident in my win this time around!

4 or 5 on AP Exams: I want to get a 4 or 5 on both my AP Lang and APUSH Exams in May! I need to study and practice hard though, but I’m willing to put the hard work in ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Practice flute more often: I play the flute for my schools band and while I have only been playing for 7 months now I have to keep up with people who have been playing for 5+ years :,) With that I want to practice more to keep up and for my personal interest of just becoming more skilled with the flute!

Turing in homework on time: I have made a bad habit of turning my homework in late which is so bad oml I need to get out of it

Exercise: I want to start working out regularly to lose some weight :) While I’m at a healthy weight I just want to lose a few pounds for aesthetic purposes, but in a healthy manner!

Love myself more: I forget to remind myself that I have gotten so far and I have evolved over the years. I want to make sure that I know that I’m worthy of love even when I’m at my lowest.

Interests

Music: I’m a big fan of all genres (even some country songs too) but I’m a big listener of k-pop! But here is a list of my favorite groups + musicians: Red Velvet, Melanie Martinez, Laufey, Idelwork, Frank Sinatra, NMIXX, Ive, Megan Thee Stallion, Flo Milli, Poppy, Lesserafim, Aespa, Newjeans, Infinity Song, Kiss of Life, and many more!

Media: I’m not going to list every kind of media I’m into but here is a small taste! Big fan of ARGs, Indie Horror games (puppet combo specifically), Mascot Horror games (FNAF + Poppy Playtime), Anime (although I haven’t watched anything recently, but my fave is TBHK), K-dramas and Thai-dramas, YouTube video essays (TRO, iNabber, Primik, Stephanie Soo), Cartoons (Owl House, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, MLP, stuff like that), RPG + Dating Sim games (Shooter game HATER here), Sitcoms, Snoopy/Peanuts, Miraculous Ladybug (biggest MariChat lvr) Twisted Wonderland (Azul my love) and a BUNCH more things I’m into, but I’m not going to list them all like I said :,)

Hobbies: Doing my nails, playing my flute, writing fanfics (don’t judge I BEGGG), reading (pls recommend books for me to read, I love the classics too), deco (for my photo cards and notebooks lol), and makeup!

I think that should suffice for my introduction, though it looks a bit long…I’m a blabber could you tell?

Anyways thank you for sticking around for the end! If you want to see any updates on my goals or read my blabber about my interests don’t hesitate to follow me! (Also follow me on Ao3 @/dino_mp3 if you’re an Azul lvr bc all my fanfics are about him) This tumblr is more of a casual stop for me to be more myself and work towards a better me :) But thank you again and I hope you have a good day/night! Don’t forget to drink water :D

-Dino

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You'd Come Back to Me

We've made it to day 3 of @httydhiccstridweek! Today's prompt was 'to discover/explore' + 'braids'

Summary: Sometimes, when she watched the way he threw his head back in the wind, eyes closing and savoring the moment, she wondered if there would ever be a day he wouldn’t stop flying. Was he even a Viking, or a dragon in human form lent to them by the gods for a short time? Was she destined to fall for someone divinely unreachable? Was it selfish of her to even want to chain him down with chiefdom if only to ensure he could never escape to the heavens without her?

Or,

Astrid contemplates growing up and gives Hiccup his braids

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Hiccup had missed a spot, and Astrid couldn’t take her eyes off of it. He had finally cut his hair once his bangs fell so far into his eyes it was a problem when flying. A couple days ago he had come into the academy and Astrid had had to do a double take at the entirely new silhouette of his head. It was choppy looking, but it suited him. Somehow, his bangs that used to fall into his eyes and hide the bright pigment of green from the world had decided to defy gravity and stick almost straight up. The shorter bits around his face also served to highlight the sharp cheekbones and jaw that were emerging as his baby fat dropped off of his face. Astrid hadn’t really known there was baby fat on his face. He had been skinny for so long; she’d figured he was as fatless as healthily possible. But now, with the piercing green eyes under bushy eyebrows, Hiccup’s now tall frame coupled with that new straight jawline, the concept of growing up seemed a lot more important.

She was the only one who came to the academy every day. The twins had decided the dragon academy was more schooling than adventure, and had devoted themselves to pranking the poor citizens of Berk while Hiccup was busy teaching another lesson. For a while, the lessons had been just tracking the twins and stopping them before they caused another disaster. Snotlout quickly got fed up with the routine and announced his departure from the academy. He was to spend his days testing weapons now with Gobber, but if he was looking for sorrow from his comrades at seeing him go, he was severely disappointed. He wasn’t nearly as important as he thought. When Hiccup still helped Gobber out once a week, all of the weapons he made or repaired were always perfectly balanced and tempered - there was no need to check them further. She no longer checked her axe after he sharpened it. In fact, she usually had Hiccup check it when she sharpened it, as he could tell if it had the slightest of nicks or imbalance she couldn’t sense.

Fishlegs hadn’t wanted to leave the academy, but Hiccup had grown restless with his lessons, and now wanted to explore the Archipelago for new species. Then Fishlegs had been offered a position to help teach the young children of Berk, too young to properly bond and care for a dragon of their own. The Gronckle rider had accepted and now spent every day taking the kids for a ride on Meatlug, recounting various histories of the island, pointing to warriors and speaking of their achievements.

“Bushlout Jorgenson won the Thawfest for eight years in a row,” he’d say, to his audience’s awe. “Not even Spitelout Jorgenson could beat him . . .”

Astrid was growing up, too. She was taller now and at an age where the clucking of old aunties about the length of her skirt drew a frown from her mother instead of defending her against them. She had recut her bangs shorter than before, swept to the side instead of falling straight into her face. Her hair was lighter from riding in the sun so often, and her braid fell farther down her back. She sparred with seasoned warriors when she trained instead of just normal Vikings.

“You could join the Guard,” one of them praised her, and she thanked him but brushed the suggestion aside. Her days were already spoken for. She was the Heir’s right hand, and she couldn’t leave her post.

They were still kids, she kept telling herself, desperate to keep the comradery between her and the Heir as long as she could. Once they started accepting they were growing up, she would go on to become a warrior, everyone knew that, but Hiccup would become the Heir, flying around town or sitting in on council meetings. She wouldn’t see him anymore. The chief rarely ate early, and the Berkian warriors took their meals before night patrol. Hiccup rarely saw his father before he went to bed, and he had a habit of going to bed at ungodly hours. Stoick didn’t have much time for his son, and Hiccup had accepted that, but Astrid selfishly didn’t want to have to live with the same acceptance when it came to Hiccup’s time. They wouldn’t stay friends. He had Toothless for a friend, and the rest he could do without. Astrid would become just another soldier who faithfully followed his orders and he might look upon their time together fondly, reminiscing about ‘when they were kids’ while Astrid would miss him fiercely. Toothless was his first friend, and while Astrid had Stormfly, Hiccup had been her first friend.

So now, even as the seas came up empty, the many spires of rock bare, and Hiccup’s face stoick but disappointed, she stuck to his side, praying he’d know she wasn’t leaving, begging him not to leave her.

“What?” Hiccup turned to look at her. “You keep staring at something and it’s distracting me. Is there a dragon behind me?” He twisted his neck, trying to spot the glimpse of a tail.

“I - no,” Astrid assured him. “It’s just, um, your hair.”

“Does it look bad?” he asked immediately, his eyes wide.

“No!” Astrid exclaimed. “No, it looks good. Nice, a nice change. You just, um - you missed a bit.”

“Where?” he asked, hands going to his ear.

“Not there,” she brushed his hand away. He set his hand in his lap and flexed his fingers. “Right here.” She lightly gripped a few locks under his ear. Their length stuck out quite a bit from the rest of his hair. She combed her fingers through them and - oh. When had his hair gotten so soft? She couldn’t remember the last time she had touched his head but surely she would have remembered the soft, silky slide of his reddish brown locks through her fingers. It felt so fine it was almost ticklish, and her fingers started moving automatically, parting it into sections.

“What are you doing?” Hiccup asked, trying to turn to see what she was doing, but she tugged harshly at the hair in her hands. “Ow!” he yelped.

“Hold still,” she ordered. “I’m doing something.” She was braiding his hair. She was braiding his hair. What was she thinking? How could she not, though?

“Are you braiding it?” Hiccup asked incredulously. She gave him a stern look.

“Hush, all Vikings have braids.” Then, softer, “Do you want me to stop?” Hiccup hesitated.

“No,” he admitted.

“Good,” Astrid said, focusing on the task at hand. She finished one small braid and tied it off. Hiccup reached up to touch it but she smacked his hand away again. “I’m not done,” she scolded. He grumbled but acquiesced.

“There,” she nodded, satisfied, after she finished the second one. Hiccup reached up to touch them, mulling over the feeling and probably debating over whether to take them out.

“Don’t take them out,” she said. It came out like an order, but she knew it was a plea. Don’t forget me. Let me leave you with something to remember me by. She kept waiting for him to do something to ensure their continued companionship even when their duties went separate ways, but he never said anything. The old Hofferson aunties would cluck their tongues disapprovingly when she’d come home late at night, still without a firm promise from the Haddock boy to court her or whatever. She used to hate it; she wasn’t ready for courtship, couldn’t they see that? That was the only reason Hiccup hadn’t made any moves toward her. But as she grew older, putting the extra effort to add a little side braid in her hair before she went to meet him, the slight womanly additions to her clothes, he still continued to treat her as he always had, and now Astrid would bow her head, red faced with shame when one of the old crones shook her head at Hiccup walking her chivalrously to her door, with never a secure promise to return. She wondered now if he didn’t want to court her anymore, now that he’d seen her up close for years, witnessed her hot temper and her struggles to prove herself, her constant need for validation and how she coveted people’s admiration for her strength and honor - even her looks. She knew she wasn’t the only pretty girl who had shown interest in him, and though she was sure no one could quite compare to what she was to him, was that what he wanted?

She wondered where she went wrong sometimes. Should she have let Hiccup court her while they were becoming friends? Would that have made everything better? Or would she have broken their relationship off from the pressure of being a girlfriend before she learned to treasure their friendship? Now, she was way too invested in whatever they had to leave. Even if it was just friendship and Astrid following him to the ends of Midgard just to see him turn in his saddle and grin at her with that excited smile that lit up his eyes, she would take it. He was avoiding his responsibilities, and sometimes when she watched the way he threw his head back in the wind, eyes closing and savoring the moment, she wondered if there would ever be a day he wouldn’t stop flying. Was he even a Viking, or a dragon in human form lent to them by the gods for a short time? Was she destined to fall for someone divinely unreachable? Was it selfish of her to even want to chain him down with chiefdom if only to ensure he could never escape to the heavens without her?

Hiccup didn’t say much about the braids, and they continued to fly and explore, glancing fruitlessly into coves, skimming the surface of the water, flying high into the mountainous forests. Nothing. Not even many wild dragons were found, and all were too docile to warrant any new discoveries. He was frustrated, that draconic part of him itching for satisfaction and unable to find it yet again. She wondered if that frustration was all Hiccup, or if some of it was Toothless, too. Their bond was unlike anything she had ever witnessed, it wouldn’t surprise her to find their thoughts and wanderlust were somehow connected.

As they flew back to Berk, she saw him fiddling with his braids again. She wanted to warn him away from them; what if he undid them? Then she’d have to be annoyed with the accidental difference in length of his hair. At least with the braids in it looked intentional. Or - if he undid them, she supposed she might redo them for him.

Hiccup was terrible at braiding. It was almost funny: he could sew and work leather and cook quite well, especially for someone who had grown up without a mother. But he couldn’t braid. He always passed off braiding leather cords or rope to Ruffnut or her back when they all attended the academy. He wouldn’t be able to redo his braids on his own. He’d have to come to Astrid to have her redo them now. That was - that was actually a good idea. He didn’t have any good friends to do his hair other than her. The chief would never find time to braid - his own beard wasn’t as kept as Astrid’s father’s was, with Mother’s help. He never let Ruffnut get close enough to him, and Gobber wouldn’t be able to braid such tiny ones with his hook. 

It was like that promise those old aunties kept complaining about her not having. It was a mark. Not for other girls who’d come and try to take the spot of Chieftess, but for her. That they were still friends. They could still fulfill the things no one else could for each other. It wouldn’t last, and it was stupid, but to her the braids felt like a promise to return. They were like the bonfire they kept lit on the tower to guide the ships to not break on the rocks, used to sometimes send out flares or reassurance that the coast was safe. As long as he had those, Astrid would know he’d come back to her.

And she’d dread the day he lost those trusty braids.

[gfdatingsim]

HOO you don't have to respond to this bc I'm gonna RAMBLE but I just wanted to say thank you so much for making this game. I remember when it first came out years ago, I love dating sims, but I had never seen Gravity Falls before. I thought "aw man, if I play this, a bunch of references will probably go over my head huh" so I decided to actually sit and watch GF, I binged it and managed to finish the whole series in about two or three days. I wouldn't have taken initiative to watch the show at *all* if it wasn't for this dating sim, but I sincerely love visual novels more than anything else in the world, and I am so glad I watched the show. I really enjoyed it. Now, years have passed, I decided that I wanted to replay this dating sim again today, but it'd been years since I'd played or even watched the show and I didn't remember much of anything at all, so I rewatched again and fell in love like the first time. I'm pretty sure I sped through the episodes in less than five days this week because I was so so so excited to play this game again. I smiled SO big when I heard the music after opening the title screen. Felt like coming home.

I can tell a lot of love was put into this game. I've tried making dating sims before, just personal ones for my own self indulgence with my OCs and such, and like... dude, it's so hard! Making games is hard!!! Pushing yourself to actually finish a game is hard! Not to mention coding, that's like a whole other can of worms more tempting to never open. So the fact that you finished this game is impressive just in itself! Not only does your game seem so in-character, making it so easy to read everything in the character voices, but it's got such expressive sprites!! I cannot tell you how many otomes I've played where the sprites are just one plain expression with maybe 3 different eyebrow angles and just a switch between a smile and a frown. But your sprites really move!! The body language!! Oh my god. The way the sprites are colored to fit the setting. Like their coloring is darker if they're outside, and even tinted red in the sunset backgrounds. I literally just sat and stared at the screen when that first transition into nighttime happened and you see the characters matching. I was so impressed. Even Stan's hands in his pockets change when he bunches his shoulders forward ever so slightly. The attention to detail is amazing. The outfit changes too!!! Ahh!!! :D

The illustrations. Wow. Just.. man, please let me ramble about the CGs, they're gorgeous. The brush strokes look so so so soft and the fact that so much time was put even into the backgrounds... lineless and so clean... every few minutes I take the time to just stare at the artwork. I rarely draw backgrounds because I find it so difficult, and anyone who has the patience to make backgrounds and also paint is really admirable to me. I'm so blown away by the art in this game. The illustrations are magnificent. There is genuine fondness and joy in their eyes in each drawing and it's so pretty to just [parks and rec voice] this is beautiful, I've been staring at these for 5 hours now

I'm so happy to have found a fan-made dating sim who is not only true to the characters, but also slowburn. It feels real, making a genuine connection with these characters at a steady pace, not rushing into things. And maybe this is just because I'm ace, but agh, I can't tell you how refreshing it is to play a game where I don't have to do anything raunchy to get a good ending... like, I've played so many dating sims, it's one of my favorite things to do, but it's always a little bit disheartening to only get a good ending if you do something sexual, from the perspective of a person who. well. isn't! And when I replayed this game today, I remembered "oh yeah... I don't have to worry about that sort of thing" and it also makes me feel more lovable because... well. ahh this might sound dumb but it made me feel like these two would really truly love me, not just despite me being ace, but maybe even *because* of it? It was so refreshing, I'm sorry I'm not the best with putting things into words but I hope I was able to phrase it clear enough to state: I am really, really grateful that this game is made the way that it is, that someone like me is able to play it without any worries. A huge lift off of my shoulders. I can't tell you how many otomes I've played where I've gotten a bad ending or a neutral ending just bc I didn't sleep with someone. Playing this and just having pure fluff and kisses (with a bit of the steamy makeouts on Stan's route? heehee) Hoooo, that was perfect, that was just perfect.

This message is getting so long fjdhkfh I'm sorry I was gonna ramble more about how much I love the game like, the dates, how the dates are very fun to play bc there's such a variety of things to do that makes you feel like you're really in Gravity Falls, and I love how you get to interact with many more characters on the side without it distracting from the main storyline, like interacting with Dipper and Mabel and even Dan and Susan, things like that! I love the little mini games like boxing and playing dungeons, I love that you have to really work hard to get the perfect endings and that Ford takes a little more time to open up about his feelings - hell, I love the little detail that you have to encrypt the codes to get their walkthroughs!! That's such a cute little touch! This whole thing couldn't be more perfect. I adore everything about this game, it's very dear to my heart. You've all put so much love into it, I don't think there's any other fan-made games out there for any other fandoms I'm in, at least to my knowledge, that are so well put together. It's one of my favorite things and I love replaying it at least once a year. Thank you for making me feel like these characters would love me, it helped me through a tough time lately, I've been in and out of the hospital for a few months and this game gave me some much needed comfort today. I hope everyone who worked on this game is doing well right now. And know that there is some random person out there on this planet under the same sky as you, who is always going to cherish the love put into this game, forever, always gonna have a special place in my heart for it and I am so thankful it exists 🥰💙

i love that you noticed so many details about the game!

reading this felt like looking into a mirror a couple times--i've had a similar experience with vns/dating sims, though for me i gave in and stopped playing them bc it felt like while i loved the genre, it never loved me. i've felt those thoughts and worries myself, so i'm really glad you can just relax with this one!!

thank you so much for sending this in :') i hope you're doing well right now too!

[frequentfalls]

FREQUENT FALLS LAUNCH ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Hi, welcome to the blog!

So, I decided that I want to revisit Gravity Falls this year. Its one of my favorite shows, and its been a while since I've really dug into it again.

As I was thinking about it, I also wanted to come up with a new way to engage with the show. Watching @fordtato 's new Gravity Falls timeline video gave me just the inspiration I needed!

I am going to put out real-time updates throughout the summer exploring what Dipper and Mabel are experiencing, as it would have happened! Think Dracula Daily, but for Gravity Falls! Frequent Falls!!!

How it is going to work, is that I am going to schedule posts to this blog with updates corresponding with the events of the show. The posts will include Episode/Short Titles, time codes for the media, date and time of day indicators for the events, and a brief summary of what happens.

I think this will be a cool and exciting way to reexperience the show, 10 years after the events of the series (Fordtato's video made a 2013 believer out of me)! If you want to go on this journey with me, you can either follow this blog, or the tag #Frequent Falls

The first post of the project will be on June 1st!

Disclaimer: I don't own Journal 3 and am relying pretty heavily on the fan wiki to help with dates. That being said I will be deferientiating from the Wiki's timeline quite a bit, mainly because many episodes seem to take up more time than the wiki gives them credit for. Thus I am having be a bit creative with where I place things. I am not claiming the timeline I am using/making is canon, this project is for funsies!

[callipraxia]

[Well, this was supposed to be my big NWHS/ATOTS review...but I literally made it three minutes in before I got on an epic tangent and now I desperately want to write about and read up on stuff related to the tangent. I haven't desperately wanted to write something for quite some time, now, so the review proper will have to wait - as for now, enjoy ten observations on the first three minutes?]

Whew. Here we go. NWHS/ATOTS, planning to watch it straight through, let's go. It's gonna be intense, but we/I can do it. Probably.

Not What He Seems

Aaand now Stan's irradiated his forehead. No way this could ever have terrible consequences. He's better at lab safety than Ford, sure, but that's...reeeealllly not saying much. However, since Ford, Fiddleford, and Stan should probably have all had much worse side effects from constant improper handling of radioactive materials...maybe it's something about Gravity Falls' weirdness that shields them, or it's just not quite as dangerous in this world?

2. "Minor gravitational anomalies." Ford, that...feels like a bit of an understatement? Ok, so, I expect you could have written down "Stan, do not do the thing, it will make the house fly to Oz and destroy half the town. Yes, Stan, I'm specifically talking to you. Don't do it." and it would not have made any difference, but...'minor' is a relative term....

3. I am kind of impressed with Fiddleford managing to sleep, all things considered. Though who knows how long he's been awake, working on the laptop? I would give ten pretties to know what he knows at this point, though.

5. If I hadn't already done an AU stemming from NWHS, I...might be tempted, now that I think about it, to see what I could come up with in response to "what if Fiddleford had been awake when the laptop indicated the device had just become active?"

6. Ooh, is that a picture of a very young Caryn and Filbrick that the twins run under, after they pass the end table and just before Mabel stops in front of the random door she found? It looks...kinda like them, but also kinda pilgrim-y? But the woman's hairstyle is better suited perhaps for a very young Caryn, timeline-wise, and the pictures are more silhouettes than anything, and the male figure wears its hat very low.

7. Also, wow, does the Shack have a lot of doors or what? Manly Dan definitely should have picked different trees to build the Shack from...that, or the reality-breaker in the basement has started affecting geometry slowly upstairs over the decades. Which is also not a bad idea, I guess.

8. "I am the god of destruction!" More like a significant priestess at best, honestly, Mabel - no shade on you, of course, but when you've got the likes of Stanford "let's punch a hole in reality!" Pines, Stanley "danger, blah-blah-blah, can it, Poindexter!" Pines, Fiddleford "homicidal pterodactyl-bot I made when my wife left me" McGucket, and Bill running around in your setting...the competition is pretty intense, y'know?

9. Though I do wonder now if Mabel ever thought about that line again...if she remembered saying that, say, during the period where it looked more and more like the world might end...or that they might all get arrested...or after she heard that keeping the Portal open did not fix her family...maybe even when she handed "Blendin" the Rift, seeking a perfect endless summer....

10. "Plenty of summer left." "Enjoy it while you can, Stan." Stan really did think the kids might well never forgive him for lying to them all this time, and that's even if he got the real Stanford back alive. If he hadn't...if he hadn't, then he was confronted with the possibility of both the kids cutting him off and not even having the satisfaction of success to cling to. Or anything to cling to, unless you count loads of new guilt, now that he has seeming confirmation that he's responsible for Ford's death. I...do not see that ending well, really.

And yet, he took that chance. He could have decided "it's been so long that the odds of success are very low, and these kids are definitely alive and not too irradiated yet. I could just let this go. Settle for what I've got instead of endangering it for a one-in-a-million shot at getting back what I've lost." But he didn't, even though he was aware of how thoroughly failure really was an option. He was gambling everything at once, with no reserves to get him out of town if the dice landed the wrong way - willing, essentially, to burn the world (certainly his own world, but possibly, y'know...the world) for one person, for no better reason than his own feelings about that person and/or what had happened to that person. And I suspect this is at the root of what I find so interesting about him as a character. There's a reason, after all, why characters like this feature in so much of what's considered Literature, folks. [And here there were tangents; while I'm sure I will one day figure out what the character limit for tumblr posts is, I don't have enough hours in today to do it with]

[ferretwhomst]

5, 12, 23 for the end of year asks?

5. TV show of the year? HEHAHA come on. you know i'm gonna say gravity falls <3 i've been into it for. more than half the year actually. my hyperfixation fizzled out for a bit around october but it's back full force rn!!!!! okay yeah i just checked my discord servers and the first time i mentioned watching it... was on may 17th of this year. dear fucking god. i've been so mentally ill for so long

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year GESTURES TOWARDS ALL YOU GRAVITY FALLS MUTUALS + THE CHURCH. i may not interact with you all very much but rest assured you're all very dear to me and i love seeing you pop up in my notifs:333

23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? PLEASE STOP TAKING NAPS IT'S HORRIBLE FOR YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE!!! the afternoon sleepy is very enticing but not good for me JDSFJAEFSDVJJSD

[whumpy-wyrms]

are u in any fandoms? what are ur interests besides whump? u don’t have to answer i’m just curious!!

someone’s asking me about my interests i can’t NOT answer

this got a bit long tho so i’m putting it under the read more for people who don’t care/are only here for the whump

OKOK. so i’m kinda in the starkid/nerdy prudes must die fandom rn but i know for a fact if i finished adventure time and started watching fiona and cake, that would quite literally become my entire personality for the next 3 months because simon and prismo (and marceline and princess bubblegum and all my other favorite characters) make me insane. but i haven’t done that because well. i’ve gotta write tllr yknow..

anyway, my absolute most favorite pieces of media of all time are undertale and deltarune guys. i cant put in words how much those games mean to me holy shit. as i’m writing this i’m sitting next to my jevil and sans and spamton plushie and they are saying hi. anywayyy yeah i was in the deltarune fandom for a bit it was fun. spamton is silly fucked up creature. jevil is my all time favorite tho

AND THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES… my favorite thing ever fr. y’all. LISTEN TO TMA SERIOUSLY YOU’LL PROBABLY LIKE IT!! it’s a horror podcast and it’s seriously the best fuckinf thing ever it’s so amazing seriously. it’s a bit hard to get into at first because season 1 is less story driven BUT HOLY SHIT. AHHHH ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. jon is one of my favorite blorbos ever and so is michael because he’s a silly distortion guy. just trust me and listen to TMA it will actually change your life.

also i love the amazing world of gumball so fucking much. i wasn’t allowed to watch cartoon network as a kid (idk why??) so i first watched tawog last year and holy shit holy shit it’s my favorite thing ever. rob. ROB!!!! ROB IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE CHARACTER. SO IS MR SMALL. AHHHH!!!! anyway i love tawog i’ve drawn a lot of fanart and even wrote a 60k word fanfiction (about what happens after The Inquisition because that ending fucked me up) that i’ve Never and will probably never show anyone because it’s probably Not that good. but it was sooo Important to me back then. tawog just means so much to me it :))) it changed me as a person. nobody’s a nobody and everybody is weird like you and me.

i also really like hollow knight! i haven’t played it in a while but i was at 111% completion on one of my playthroughs (CURSE YOU PANTHEON 4). i’m also super fucking excited for silksong obviously and i will say this now: WHEN SILKSONG FINALLY RELEASES… i will probably go on hiatus here LMAO. sorry but guys. SILKSONG…. honestly same for new deltarune chapters. the second chapters 3, 4, and 5 release it is sooo over for me. i probably won’t post much here for a few months during that. but that’s fine!! i’ll never abandon tllr but sometimes some things are more important to my silly little brain :3

gravity falls quite literally changed my life in 2018. like i can’t even explain it, but it’s how i was introduced to online fandoms and fanart in general. dipper LITERALLY made me trans (not literally but pretty much). it’s how i started watching other amazing cartoons and series i love, it’s literally what made me get into drawing art and writing and stuff. it’s what made me start making ocs. it literally made me an artist guys. which is how i started writing. without gravity falls and it’s effect it had on me, this account might have never existed?? i’m being super dramatic but wowww. i was so autistic about that silly cartoon

minecraft i love. i’ve been playing minecraft for over a decade and won’t stop because it’s like, probably a special interest of mine? i’ve watch minecraft youtubers forever too, hermitcraft and the life series are my favorite. i’m a huge grian fan too, been watching him since the evo days. anyway if u play minecraft and wanna play with me sometime, feel free to ask!!! :D i love making new friends and playing video games with people!!! let’s make a world together!!!

also i like terraria and stardew valley, and animal crossing new horizons but i haven’t played that in a few years. hmm other games i like are oneshot game, NITW, omori, celeste, cuphead, fnaf (although i’ve only played the first 5 games and am super super behind on the lore), ori, dead cells, untitled goose game (this is for u anon), and probably more i’m forgetting! feel free to recommend me some video games and we can even play together :3

other series i love are the umbrella academy. soooo autistic about this show it’s fucking AMAZING!!!!!! klaus is my favorite character. anyway i also like what we do in the shadows. it made me super autistic about vampires (before i watched this show i kinda thought vampires were cringe IDK WHY I’M SORRYY). the netflix show lucifer made me insane a few years ago and is what probably indirectly inspired me to give Dew wings. i also like our flag means death, breaking bad, moon knight, and camp here in there (another podcast i HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend, will wood made the soundtrack!)

i LOVEEE FINAL SPACE!! avocato has been my pfp on this account forever and now i feel like i can’t ever change it (i don’t want to). final space is seriously amazing!!! but it was cancelled and basically got fucked over by the networks- infinity train style. idk, stuff happened and it was removed from hbo max so there’s not really anywhere to watch it (legally) except for netflix international iirc? but it’s getting removed from that too i think. super fucking sad :( it ended on a huge cliffhanger too BUT there is a graphic novel being made!!!! super excited about that!

other cartoons i like are over the garden wall (dressed up as wirt for halloween last year), the owl house, adventure time, regular show, steven universe, infinity train, bojack horseman, rick and morty, mlp, the midnight gospel, and so much more i’m forgetting. OH anime i like are death note, demon slayer (haven’t caught up yet on the latest seasons tho), and MOB PSYCHO 100!! vampire in the garden on netflix is really amazing as well.

this is sooo long but now i gotta talk about my favorite music artists. WILL WOOD (AND THE TAPEWORMS) IS MY FAVORITEEE. I ALSO LOVEEE JHARIAH!!! AND HARLEY POE!!!!! top three of all time. i also like toby fox obviously, and glass beach (LITERALLY GOING TO SEE THEM IN MARCH AND I AM SOOO EXCITED!!!), mcr, shayfer james, weezer, mitski, lemon demon, set it off, tally hall, gerard way, and probably more i’m forgetting. i also like musicals!! (i was in the spongebob musical earlier this year for school! i was larry the lobster :))

so guys. GUYSSS. IF YOU LIKE MUSICALS, GO WATCH NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE!!!! OR JUST WATCH THE ENTIRE HATCHETFEILD TRILOGY!!! WHILE UR AT IT, WATCH ALL THE STARKID MUSICALS ACTUALLY!!! this is my current hyperfixation. the lords in black are amazing, npmd is amazing. i love everything about it. go watch it seriously, it’s fucking awesome and the soundtrack is AMAZING!!!

i think this is it. this got super long but i’m super passionate about my interests so yeah. this is pretty much everything. one very important thing (literally my special interest) that i didn’t mention are my other ocs. i have wayyy more ocs that are completely separate from the tllr ones. i don’t wanna post about them here though, cuz they’re not whump related and i want to keep my main account separate from this account. but they’re my favorite blorbos in existence so…

if u WANT to know about my other ocs, u can feel free to dm me for the username of my other fandom/oc account. that’s where i post other stuff that i don’t post here, like my fanart and my other oc stuff. i don’t post writing or anything like that there, so ur not missing out on that.

anyway those are most of my main interests! things i didn’t mention that im also really interested in are reptiles (snakes specifically), and animals in general. i have two leopard geckos named Lars and Alphys and i reallyyyy want a pet snake but my family hates snakes :(( anyway i’m rambling

thanks for the ask!!