#but anyway thank you again sweet anon

[redheadedbrunette]

Any headcannons on the hale sisters? Or any of the spy school characters?

they're both incredibly jealous each other for the upbringing they got. trixie is jealous that erica got to be a part of the family legacy and be a hale in a way that, even if she were allowed to start training as a spy, she would never get to be. erica is jealous of trixie because she gets to forge her own identity outside of the spy business. because even though she's good at espionage and doesn't want that sense of identity taken away, she wishes that it could have been a choice, and more and more she's realizing the toll that it takes on her personal relationships and is wondering if it's really worth it.

erica was homeschooled for the entirety of her time leading up to her entrance at the academy, aside from the two weeks she attended second grade when trixie started kindergarten. it was around the time catherine and alexander's marriage was starting to fray at the edges, and they were hoping that if both girls were going to school, then catherine could spend more time working around the world because she felt obliged to stay at home with them when they were young. it went kind of horribly, and while erica herself didn't get into any fights (because she had been warned explicitly not to hurt any of her classmates), it was going pretty bad for her socially speaking and trixie had received no such warnings and was completely willing to release all of her feral energy and bite seven year olds who were being mean to her big sister. erica was pulled out almost right away and went back to homeschooling, and after her suspension was over, trixie went back and finished the year and started going to boarding school the next year. meanwhile, erica was just taken around with catherine most of the time and dropped back with alexander when catherine went on more involved missions and just did her schoolwork there.

[grumpyghostdoodles]

thank you for your comics and your cool comics!! yyaayayaya and the hot starlo

[ursachaotic]

Ok this might be a little weird and I want to tell this to you anonymously because I don't want to make you feel pressured into answering ^^' (let it be known I am a mutual of yours & I know we don't talk but I think you're really cool <:) Your genuine love for Gravity Falls and you excitement about The Book of Bill is kind of. Helping me rekindle old love for the franchise. I stopped interacting with it more or less involuntarily (bad experience with bad people) and felt bad that I can't get into it but honestly your interest did help me rediscover it, or at least start to do so. Like I've picked up my old Journal 3 a couple times this week, I thought about re-watching the show, I bookmarked the cheapest "to be released" listings for TBOB in the online shops in my country, I have the thisisnotawebsitedotcom bookmarked too. I've been picking up my hand-made-from-a-towel Bill plush and just looking at him. Thinking about trying to find his hat and make him a new bow because I took them off when it was just too awful to perceive.

I hope this isn't weird. I genuinely don't mean to be weird or trigger your anxiety or anything, I mean it. Your love for this show and everything around it is helping me a bit to rediscover my own, which is great, because as someone with interest in folklore, the paranormal and cryptids, GF was an amazing thing to discover. I myself made a grown up version of Dipper, who's a full-on cryptid hunter and wrote a lot of stories about him, later turning that concept into my own thing because it was too painful to keep but I loved all of the creatures I made and the lore and stuff. So I just took my ideas and moved it into my own thing, which is currently my most developed universe with my most beloved ocs.

This is lengthy. Sorry. Again, I genuinely don't want to creep you out, just, I'm glad I found you and your art and your comic and that you're so excited about your interests. Please know that you are never bad or annoying for loving what you love, please continue being so passionate about things, because it's really cool. You're cool. I hope you know that ^^ and, well, if not, I'm telling you. You're cool and your work is amazing.

(If you would prefer me to pm you feel free to post about it here or your personal? blog, whichever you're cool with, I'll probably see it and can just pm you with like "haha yeah I'm the long rekindled-interest anon" or you can answer this or just read & delete, I really don't mind if you don't want to answer ^^. Just, wanted to say this. Again I hope this isn't weird ;w; I swear I'm just a little adhd guy who used to love GF a lot, and possibly might be okay enough to start interacting with it on his own. And your love for the franchise helped.)

Hi this made me tear up (iN A GOOD WAY I PROMISE AHSDOFISADH I CRY WHEN I'M HAPPY LOL), this is seriously so, so sweet. Thank you so much for sending me this!! 🥹 I'm really glad that all of my silly Gravity Falls stuff has helped you get back into the show, and I hope you enjoy it and enjoy the Book of Bill if you get it!

Also, this seriously means a lot to me, especially because I'm actually really self-conscious about my interests and passions haha. I'm terrified of being seen as annoying, and there's been a lot of times recently where I've shut down out of the fear of being annoying about my interests. But I'm starting to not give a shit about whether or not people find me annoying online?? I want to be super vocal about something I adore so damn much cause it makes me happy! I've also been burnt out on drawing for a WHILE, but reading this book has given me so much inspiration, and drawing feels really fun and exciting again for the first time in a while! I struggle with depression a lot too, but my love for Bill and excitement about what's to come for the series has helped me feel really happy and kept me going for the first time in a bit. So, while I'm still scared of being perceived as annoying, I'm really happy right now and I want to keep doing stuff that makes me happy, even if that's just drawing Bill antagonizing me / my sona lmao. Seriously, thank you so much for sending me this! It's incredibly sweet and I'm really grateful that you did ;w;

Also you can absolutely reach out over DMs!! I would love to talk, but I hope you're having a wonderful day!! 🥹❤️

[feroluce]

Hello!! I came here because I was informed you had some Wriowinne headcanons and ramblings to share? Would it be alright for me to ask for some 👉👈 (or as much as you want to share please I'm desperate for food)

OH BOY DO I.

I feel you anon, I've been shipping them like...since the PV. So I've been stuck in utter absolute hell, getting nothing but father&daughter content from the fandom (shoutout to @hydrachea for being able to dual wield and letting me talk ship to her, light of my life fr weh). I'm hoping now that 4.1 has been out for a little bit, we'll get some more of them, though. I've dug through our dms, and found a hc that takes place after 4.1. So spoilers for that archon quest, but no leaks are involved!

Anyway, I love thinking about how close they cut it at the climax of 4.1, and the aftermath of it all.

Sigewinne somehow finding out what happened down there at the bottom of Meropide while she was evacuating the inmates, and like. She knows what the stakes were. The Primordial Seawater could not be allowed to rise. Clorinde made the right decision in shooting the gate lock. Even if it had killed Wriothesley, it still would have been the right decision.

That doesn't mean it's not a bitter pill to swallow.

Sigewinne can usually put it out of mind during the day, especially when she's busy treating patients, but it's harder when she's asleep. She dreams of the evacuation, and the alarm blaring, and waiting and waiting and waiting, and Clorinde walking past, alone, with her head down and her fists shaking, until Neuvilette finally approaches. Wriothesley isn't with him.

And Neuvilette's face doesn't really show much. It never does. But Sigewinne is close enough to the surface that she can hear the absolute downpour raging outside as Neuvilette tells her that he's sorry, he's so so sorry, and he gives her a gray and black and red coat, so soaked through with Primordial Seawater that he'd been afraid to let anyone else touch it, and the fur collar is matted and wet against Sigewinne's face when she clutches it close-

Sigewinne jolts awake, grasping at whatever is in her reach, which just happens to include Wriothesley's arm. His eyes almost immediately fly open, slurring out a mix of what's goin' on and what's wrong, and then a do we need to evacuate and poor Sigewinne, she feels awful. He hasn't been sleeping as well since the almost-flood, every little sound wakes him up now.

(There are nights where she'll wake up alone, and if she goes looking, she'll find Wriothesley, still in his sleep clothes and looking exhausted, down under their secret passage and staring at Neuvilette's seal over the sluice gate. Like he's keeping watch over it, or just daring it to try and do something.

Whenever she finds him like this, Sigewinne tells him to come on, come back to bed, and he'll keep his eye on it until the last possible second, but generally Wriothesley comes when called, and he'll let her lead him away. On his worse nights, he'll tell her to go back without him, he can't sleep anyway, he's going to stay down here for just a little while longer. He'll be back later. And she does occasionally go back to bed, but most of the time she stays, because she doesn't like the idea of him alone down there. Sigewinne will tuck herself into his side, or she'll get him to relax his guard just enough to lay with his head in her lap, and they'll stay there like that until Wriothesley finally decides he can bear to leave it alone and go back to bed with her.)

So with all that in mind, when she accidentally wakes him up, Sigewinne quickly gets her breathing back under control and pets his hair until he relaxes again. She tells him it's fine, everything is ok. Meropide is safe. Their home and everyone in it is safe. Go back to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to go up to the overworld for supplies in the morning. She'll go sleep in the infirmary, she just had a nightmare, is all (the truth), it was nothing, she barely even remembers it anymore (a lie).

Sigewinne doesn't even make it out of bed, though, because when she tries to go, she finds her wrist suddenly caught. She turns back and Wriothesley is squinting up at her face, human night vision isn't nearly as good as a Mélusine's. They sit there like that for a moment, until she can see through the expression on his face that he's come to some sort of decision. Wriothesley pulls her back in and Sigewinne lets him, lets him rearrange them into something more comfortable. It's easy to give up when it's him, she didn't truly want to leave anyway. By the time he makes a satisfied little huff into her hair, Sigewinne is tucked under his chin, her face against his chest, one arm wrapped around her to keep her there. She pats his side and tells him ok, ok, she gets it. She won't go anywhere.

Wriothesley buries his face in her hair and sighs at that, something deeper and more content that hilariously reminds Sigewinne of a dog asleep on the floor. "Good." Wriothesley sounds like he's already half-asleep again. His arm still tightens around her waist though, just to make a point. "How could I sleep, when I know you're off somewhere crying alone?"

Sigewinne touches her cheek, and sure enough, it's wet? She has tear tracks. No wonder Wriothesley had been staring at her so hard. She hadn't even realized. And she opens her mouth to protest because she wasn't crying, some tears in her sleep doesn't count, but. Wriothesley is already asleep again, breathing slow and deep and even, and his arm is heavy and warm around her, and his sleep shirt is soft and comfortable against her face, not at all like the fur-collared coat in her dreams.

Sigewinne gives in again, curls into all that warmth and wraps herself up in it, until it lulls her back to sleep.

[robertdowneyjjr]

Congrats on graduating grad school!

Picture Tony bursting into Steve’s room/place of business to announce his finishing of grad school feeling what you are feeling now. How would they celebrate? Maybe Tony has been waiting to confess his feelings until he was done and has time now and he better use this moments and it’s energy before he wimps out!!!

ahh i’m so sorry it’s taken me a while to respond, but thank you so much!!

now, i’ve given this a lot of thought and i wanted to give it a bit of a canon spin. imagine a post-avengers timeline where everything is domestic and beautiful and we never had to worry about ultron or thanos or magic rocks or any of that. imagine.

——

Steve’s in his studio, putting the finishing touches on a painting he’s been working on for the last two weeks when Tony comes in quietly. He’s holding his hands behind his back, shuffling his feet as if he’s nervous about something. He kind of looks the way he does whenever he’s got something for the team, like surprise gear upgrades or invitations to events. So Steve puts his paintbrush down, wipes off the stray paint from his hands the best he can, and stands up to greet his friend.

“Hey Tony. Whatcha got there?”

Tony smiles and presents Steve with a dark purple envelope. The paper is of good quality, and when he opens it, the contents inside are printed on thick card stock.

It’s an invitation to New York University’s commencement ceremony in May.

“Oh, this is nice! Are you speaking at their graduation this year?” Steve asks.

“Not quite.” Tony chews on his lip a bit before he continues. “I’ll actually be one of the graduates. And I was hoping you’d like to come and watch me cross that stage.”

Oh. Steve had no idea that Tony had been spending his time on another degree. He was busy a lot, true, but he always just assumed that he was working on projects for SI when he wasn’t doing anything Avengers-related. Steve can’t imagine how Tony managed to juggle what basically amounts to two full time jobs and a full time degree. But they don’t call Tony Stark a genius for nothing, and if anyone was going to pull off something like this, it would be Tony.

“Oh wow! Tony, that’s amazing. Congratulations! Of course I’ll be there to cheer you on. We all will.”

“Ah, well, I’d be glad to see the rest of the team there too, obviously.” Tony’s eyes crinkle as he smiles at Steve, and a slight flush crosses his cheeks as he sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck. “But see, the one person I really want to be there is you. Because you’re kinda the one who inspired me to apply for this program.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. I didn’t get another doctorate. I went for a master’s this time. A dual one in art and science, and it’s all because of you,” Tony explains. “You see, when we became friends, like, really became friends, I got to see the side of you beyond the master tactician. Your passion for art is incredible, Steve. Not just the way you talk about it, but the way you always try to refine your craft whenever you have the time.” He gestures around the room. “I mean, look at everything you’ve created in the last few years alone.”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to blush. To this day, he still finds it hard to accept any compliments on his art.

“These are just doodles and experiments, Tony. They’re nothing like the art you see in museums.”

“That’s not true at all, and one day I’ll finally get you to believe me.”

Steve kind of wants to kiss Tony right now, but he brushes the urge away.

“So a dual master’s in art and science?” he asks instead.

“That’s right. It’s the art conservation program at NYU. The perfect blend of art and science. I studied art history and also the science behind the preservation of art. I never thought about how much technical work goes into art conservation and it’s been a blast getting to learn all of this. They let me fast track the program and get my degree within two years instead of four. And I ended up choosing time-based media as my specialty since it involves a lot more technology than more traditional art like paintings and photography, because, well, you know me.”

Before Steve could cut in and ask some more questions, Tony steps forward to take his hand and keeps talking.

“But yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing in my down time for the last couple of years and I’m hoping that one day, if you’d like, we could work together to make sure every single piece of art you create stands the test of time. Because you are so talented, Steve, and your legacy deserves to be more than just Captain America.”

Steve really wants to kiss Tony now.

So he does.

Tony responds immediately, his lips moving in tandem with Steve’s like they’ve been doing this for years instead of seconds. He doesn’t know how long they stand there in each other’s arms, but when they finally pull back for air, the invitation lays on the floor in a crumpled heap, having fallen at some point when Steve let it go in favour of grabbing Tony by his hips.

He picks it back up and smooths it against his chest the best he can, and grins at Tony.

“I’d be honoured to go to your graduation ceremony, sweetheart. I’ll be there cheering louder than anyone else. And afterwards, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate, then we’re coming home to celebrate some more.”

He leans down to capture Tony’s lips again.

All the while, he thinks about all the paintings he’s done of Tony, hidden away behind other canvases. He wonders what Tony would think when Steve finally shows them to him, if they could match Tony’s grand gesture that was two years in the making. Because Tony may believe that his art is worth conserving, but as far as Steve’s concerned, it’s Tony—his smiles, his genius…his everything—whose beauty should be preserved for the world to see.

[prince-of-orchids]

As much as I'm sworn to my oath, i am still human. You've been teasing me all morning, my sweet prince. Bending over with more flair than usual, stretching in front of me, sitting with your legs spread just a little too intentionally towards me, whispering sweet nothings to me as we pass in the halls. I grow restless. You followed me to this secluded part of the castle and began trying to get a hand under my armor as well hear the guards rounding the corner. We dodge behind an old tapesty.I clasp my hand over your mouth and press you into an alcove in the wall with my body. After they pass, I notice you rubbing yourself against my thigh. Without removing my hand from your mouth, i start nuzzling your neck, taking little nibbles and licks. You start squirming and grabbing onto me as i use my other hand to wander across your chest and down to cup you between your legs and squeeze.

Ah well what's the point of having such a lovely devoted knight if I can't tease them a little. Truly it should be considered an honor to be the object of my attention! I am nothing if not a creature of indulgence, so when my little invitations are not acted upon I decide to take the initiative.

My familiarity with the castle and your patrol route make it easy to corner you somewhere more private. Doffing your armor is time consuming, and a half-naked knight is not exactly inconspicuous, so I settle for snaking a hand between the plates to reach whatever cloth and skin I can. In my haste I barely notice the approaching round of guards until there's a hand on my mouth and I'm pressed between the cobblestone walls and your metal frame. Vigilance and quick reflexes are attributes any competent knight should have after all.

The initial suprise, and then the humor surrounding our cliche position, quickly make way for a reinvigorated flare of desire. Even through the hard planes of your armor, how can one not appreciate your imposing physique? To have the length of your body wholly cover my own and to be protectively bracketed by your strong arms. I can barely wait for the footsteps to pass before I start to move against your thigh. Small shifts at first, but the friction feels too good not to move with more purpose.

When you first started to shift to the crook of my neck I felt a little indignation that you kept your hand in place. But with each nibble and lick I shudder, and the only thing keeping every pleased noise I make from echoing in the chamber is that damned hand. With words and lips no longer at my disposal I try to make my appreciation for your attention known in other ways. I shift my head to the side as much as possible to give you better access, while one of my own hands finds it's way up the nape of your neck and into your hair, alternating between pressing you closer and gently grasping at the strands in encouragement. I'm still unsure of just how much you're able to feel underneath the armor and the padding, but I still seek to caress the planes of your body, settling finally on your hip to give my grinding movements a little more leverage.

Your own hand wandered down my chest, rising and falling with each shuddering breath. Your other hand is not enough to muffle the gasping moan I let out in response to the warmth suddenly covering my cunt and the upward press of fingers. If your gauntlet was removed you'd be able to feel the wet spot that has managed to seep past my fine cloths. After that it takes little time for each thrust of my hips against you hand to become more and more frantic until I'm collapsed against you trembling.

It's takes a couple beats to recuperate, but I remove your hand from my mouth and take it gently in one of my own, delicately kissing your wrist in gratitude. Shifting then to cup your face, placing sporadic pecks before finally kissing your lips. While I am quite satisfied, there is something else I desire from you. Such an adoring knight should have their efforts rewarded, and I am generous when I wish to be. I shift a hand to settle to the straps securing your codpiece, looking for affirmation to continue.

[taegularities]

please dont leave</3

love you all to bits 🤍

[allsassnoclass]

please don't feel bad for not doing ficmas this year, but please know how wonderful the past years were <3 thank you so much for sharing your work <3 cant wait to reread my favorites from past years this month <3

aw, thanks anon! i'm pretty bummed about it tbh just because it was a whole three year tradition! which feels like a long tradition in fic terms and i did like having it be part of my "thing" but yeah the writing is just not working out this time. i'm glad you're looking forward to rereading! i hope you enjoy <3

[stormyoceans]

funny how there's draft of morkday getting it in in a club that i am trying to write for you since long ago so maybe you are onto something about some exhibitionism sprinkle on top of everything else

Y’ALL CAN’T JUST SAY THESE THINGS TO ME AND THEN EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL AND HINGED AND SANE AND FINE AND CHILL AND GO ON WITH MY DAY LIKE YOU HAVEN'T JUST PLANTED IMAGES INTO MY HEAD AND MADE ME FEEL BOTH DEEPLY DERANGED AND VERY TOUCHED THAT YOU WOULD EVEN TRY TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR ME

but yeah i mean not to be that person but like listen. communication is an essential part of any relationship and even more when intimacy is involved. for morkday in particular being able to express what they want and what they like out loud is gonna be a necessity. and the thing is.. words are an extremely powerful tool, and i don't think it's gonna take long for mork to figure out that the right thing whispered into day's ear can make him gasp and moan and tremble under mork's touch. dirty talk is gonna become like a second language to mork, so i can easily imagine them having sex at mork's place where the walls are paper thin and they can ear everything mork's neighbors are doing next door and mork leaning in to whisper to day something like 'be quiet or they're gonna hear you' which makes day come right away with a choked sound

and idk maybe it's not really exhibitionism but more like.. the possibility of getting seen and heard paired with all of mork's dirty talk and how much that affects day which also affects mork in return

ANYWAY TIME FOR ME TO GO BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH FOR A WHILE OKAY BYE

[samisnotlegend]

same anon with the broke boys headcanons, anyways, I'm feeling broke boys withdrawal and need to satiate my addiction

please feed us some crumbs by responding to more of my cutesy headcanons/predictions/random thoughts/ideas about the story. (note: I'm not forcing you to write any of these ideas, but if you felt *ahem* inspired, it's free real estate)

okay so when I first started reading the fic, around the time when bkdk went to costco(?) together and were trying free samples, I have never been able to stop imagining bkg getting invited to a high school reunion and then recruiting deku to go with him soley so they can steal the snacks. And when they show up, they split up to cover more ground. A few members of class A notice him and talk with him and they get along, and they get around to asking him who he's with and deku says he's w/ bkg....cue slow blinking form whoever he's talking to. Meanwhile Bkg is trying to sneakily stuff snacks into a bag at the food table and Uraraka happens to be nearby and being a fellow broke girl(tm) herself growing up, she clocks what he's doing immediately and feigns indifference to seeing him while they talk, but also helps him steal more snacks no questions asked

2. a prediction I've always had was that somehow, a huge battle happens, like Camino Ward levels of fighting) and Bkg is the hero that defeats the villain but ends up in the hospital. And the press is going wild, like, "he was supposed to be evil?? But he did something okay?" and is being skeptical. But as reporters are reporting outside the hospital, a giant group of people shows up, passing by the cameras which are broadcasting live. They all have platters of food, or other gifts. And Izuku comes outside and invites them with him because....its the neighborhood! Some of the newcasters ask the neighbors why they're there and they explain how much their community has blossomed because of dynamight (let's be honest they'd call him kacchan) and his husband. Which is how bkg gets some positive press for once!

3. headcanon of mine is that, once the dynamight hero agency becomes successful, Izuku starts a charity

4. another headcanon is that the neighborhood helps deku and bkg paint the walls of their agency building, kinda like they helped out with the community garden

5. Eventually katsuki discovers the terms aromantic and asexual and a few years down the line does an interview with a queer magazine about it to raise awareness about being aroace and to help other people like him (i'm aroace so this would be amazing). Maybe he starts wearing an ace and aro ring on a chain around his neck? (he would've worn them, but he didn't want his wedding ring to stand out less)

6. when they have enough money, deku finds a cat on the street and takes it home and adopts it and katsuki looks at deku's big doe eyes and agrees

anywho, just wanted to let you know this story lives in my head rent free and thought this might brighten up your day!

Hello my dear friend <3

I am truly sorry it took me so long to reply to this! Honestly, everything about this is so wonderful and I wanted to write something specifically for it, but I haven't been able to (yet!) but here are my thoughts on all your wonderful headcanons.

my jaw legit dropped when I read this one. I cannot spoil anything atm, but... there has literally been a *very* similar scene planned since basically the beginning. A few more UA characters will be introduced as we go through, and yep, Izuku is going to get to meet them, and yep, some slow blinking will occur. ;)

Again!!!! My friend you understand the vibes of BB SO WELL its insane. Something.... similar.... is planned.... I assure you. Now, I'll credit you completely for the hospital idea though, because I hadn't thought of that, but I LOVE IT!! I'll do my best to work something like this into the story. <3 <3 <3

Yes.

I love this one so much. I'm not sure if I'll be able to work it into the actual story, but its canon for you!

Yes! The ace/aro rings!! So, tbh the reason why I gave Deku and Katsuki black rings is because to me, they ARE ace and aro rings! I actually debated having the ring fit better on Katsuki's middle finger, but decided to go ahead and just have them wear them on their ring fingers. I own several ace rings myself, and I just adore them. (makes me feel all warm and fuzzy whenever I look at mine!) Down the line, Katsuki especially will do some more exploring with his identity. (Izuku is already very content with his) I'm not sure if I'll give Katsuki a totally separate ring, but he'll spread the ace/aro colors in other ways. ;)

Oh gosh a kitty!!! Well, they've already adopted half of the neighborhood kids (and several of the adults) so what is one furry friend to mix? Anon, what do you think I should name the kitty?

Overall, my friend, this ask totally blew me away. You really understand where I'm going and what I want to do with this story.

To me, Broke Boys has always been an incredibly personal story. So many of the themes and experiences (and even stories!) are just thoughts and things that I've taken from my own life. So the fact that it resonates with other people means the world to me.

Sometimes the world sucks, anon! Sometimes life doesn't take you where you want to go, or even where you deserve to go! But its also still wonderful! There will always be happy days ahead of you! There will be people in it who love you! And that's so awesome!!

In the future, I hope that this story will continue to bring you happiness. You deserve it.

[lostmykeysie]

not to sound evil but are we gna get a begging groveling sirius in the next ch 👁👄👁 bc i just think that would be sooo neat . hope ur well keysie honey xx

👀

[pettyprocrastination]

MORE ABOUT LILLIAN AND MICAH PLS must have been so hard to be a single mom but if your baby is the antichrist? OOF any related incidents from when Micah was a baby?

- 🌨️

HI STORM ANON :D

Poor Lillian blew through babysitters like nobody's business. Usually it would be some kind girl fresh out of highschool who would tensely but politely say that she would no longer be able to offer her services to Micah, but wished Lillian the best before getting into her car and speeding off. Lillian just blamed it on them being teens, cause kids are flakey like that, you know?

And Micah is a picky little thing. Since Lillian had no family to rely on (they disowned her the moment she told them she was pregnant) He only knows Lillian. In his little baby brain the world is split into two types of people His mama and those who are not his mama. He only likes the first, of course. This means that when Lillian calls in a sitter for the times she has to work the night shift? its tantrum o'clock.

I like to think that Micah's tantrums cause..unease within his babysitters. His shrieking as he kicks and whines begins to pick at their brains like a rusty screw until their heart begins to beat and their throat feels tight as if they know something horrible is about to him. As time goes on, it almost sounds as if his voice begins to turn, warping and cracking until his wails no longer sound human but something akin to a banshee and all they wants to do is scratch at their own ears until they reach the bone.

But then he goes quiet. His cries die down to a soft whimper in his crib and the sitter feels a moment of relief as they walk down the hall away from his nursery.

And then he begins to speak.

Baby speak, of course. Just nonsensicle babbles and coos that has no meaning or discerning dialect to them, but they come out in a steady stream before pausing, and then beginning once more.

As if he's speaking to someone.

The poor girl, who just wanted to make some quick cash while doing her biochemistry homework slowly creeps down the hall, listening to his gurgles and shouts while holding her breathe.

His little laugh echoes through the apartment and in any other situation she would smile at the sound of a child's joy.

But instead, as she peeks her head around the corner and into his room, she feels her heart leap into her throat.

There's no light on, she had turned it off in a hope to get him to stop crying- overstimulation and all that. But the light from the hall bleeds into the room enough that she can see him sitting up in his crib, laughing and clapping with a gummy smile she hadn't seen yet before that entire night.

His little hands reach up and out toward the shadows, tiny fingers balling up into fists and then releasing as he began to kick his legs and squirm in his crib. As a girl who had taken care of children for years on end, she knew it as the universal baby sign for "pick me up pretty please"

but Micah wasn't facing her. He was facing corner of his room where the light did not reach.

She watches the wall with narrowed eyes. Trying to discern some moving shadow or figure or a flash of eyes within the darkness, but finds nothing.

It would almost be comforting to see an intruder. Human. Flesh and Blood. It would be less frightening than the feeling of dread filling her chest as she stares at the corner of the room and sees nothing, yet feels as if she's being watched.

But Micah is ever so perceptive for his age (something Lillian feels incredibly proud of) and feels himself being watched, he turns his head to find the babysitter standing in the doorway, watching him and his friend who does not like the intrusion on their play time.

She holds her breath. For a moment they simply watch each other in silence.

But then, his sweet little face begins to scrunch up, just as it did the moment his mother left just three hours ago before this night of hell began. The poor girl only makes it two feet into his nursery, arm reaching out to his crib when he begins to whimper-

the lights cut off the moment his cry pierces through the air.

[zipegs]

So I just finished reading the book of jonah and first of all, it was so good I nearly had a breakdown at the end of it. It was terryfingly breathtaking. Secondly, it reminded me a lot of the Supernatural fic A Complete Kingdom by komodobits, which is high praise. One of the best horror fics I ever read. If you haven't read it already then I strongly recommend it. I think it's right up your alley, what with the unreality and everything else. Prepare to get absolutely fucked tho. And thirdly, ❤

Ahhhhh oh wow thank you so much! It means a lot that you took the time to hop into my inbox 🥰 I haven't written a horror fic in a while, so it was like all the pent-up fucked-up juice in me just kind of exploded out into the book of jonah 😂 I did put a lot of work into it, so I'm really glad to hear it paid off for you!

And yeah, that is high praise!! I was absolutely in the Supernatural fandom off and on for a long few years! It's actually what got me to start writing fic in the first place, funny enough. Komodobits' work is fantastic and I remember loving A Complete Kingdom, although I haven't revisited it in a long time—maybe it's time for a reread!

I'm just a big fan of psychological horror and unreality stuff in general, and I think it works great with Hannibal, especially in light of and in relation to Will's encephalitis struggles. I also highly recommend And So I Raise Me Up From Sleep by bendingsignpost if by chance you haven't read it, which also does a lot of fun unreliable narrator stuff.

But thank you again! This ask definitely made my day (:

[whimsyprinx]

I hope one day u can look back at that post and not remember the last time u cried (in the good way)

thank you sm anon! I do too

[kinomiakai]

Just finished your last fic and it was soooo good everything you make is pure Gold love that about you

dfjhskfhskfs anon this is so nice 😭 thank you so much!!! I had no idea if it would hold up since I was just trying to write every day so I'm really happy it did!!! dskhsdkfhsjkdhfkjh thank youuuu, that is such incredibly high praise 😭😭😭

[woozi]

yza i miss you and love you sm, hope you're doing well my love, i've been VERY VERY ia to focus on irl stuff and came back here to send you this ask, hope time is treating you better and if not i am politely threatening the universe to do it, muah muah all my hugs and good things this world can offer <3

-sal (gurengui) 🫂💐✨️💝💋