#ghoulish fanfic

[ghoulish-fiction]

I rise from the dead to give you a short and sweet Rain/Dewdrop drabble about cuddling, flirting, supporting your boyfriend's mental health, and defending his honor by maybe biting people. Read it all under the cut. 🖤

“Hey, Rain Cloud.” Dewdrop said as he practically manifested next to the oversized living room chair Rain was curled up in. He reached out to fiddle with Rain's ear as he waited for Rain to finish the sentence he was on and close his book.

“Hey, Dewy.” Rain said as he finally looked up at Dew. It only took one glance to confirm what he had thought he heard in Dewdrop's tone, he wasn't having a good day.

Rain pulls back the blanket, an unspoken invitation for Dewdrop to join him. Dew is quick to cuddle up next to him, careful not to poke Rain with his horns as he buries his face in the crook of Rain's neck.

"A space heater was just what I needed," Rain said with a kiss to the top of Dewdrop's head as he smooths the blanket back over both of them. "What do you need?"

"I don't feel very real today. I miss home. I miss the water." Dewdrop explained how he felt, not feeling bold enough, an unusual state of mind for Dew, to actually say what he needs

"It's not the same as the waters back home,” Rain says gently, “but you know the Abby's lake is part of an underwater cave system right? It feels more like home down deep."

"Yeah I know, I just feel... out of place. I feel like the other water ghouls don't want me there because I'm a multi. A fire-water multi no less."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Did someone say something to you? I'll bite them. Make it look like a piranha attack." Rain said, only half joking.

Dew snorted out a laugh and snuggled in impossibly closer to Rain.

"Nah, that's alright. It's just the feeling I get."

Rain made a sound of acknowledgment and held Dewdrop a little tighter.

"You'll have to unpack that sometime with somebody more equipped to help. For now, want to do some grounding exercises with me to feel more real?”

Dewdrop nodded, and, with great emotional effort, sat up to face Rain.

"Okay," Rain starts, "What are five things you can see?"

Dew drew a deep breath and started listing things, "I can see your glass of water on the coaster, some of Cumulus's abandoned bobby pins next to that, the green throw pillow covers Mountain crocheted, the cover of your trashy novel-

"Hey!" Rain pouted.

Dewdrop chuckled and finished his list with, "And your cute pout."

Rain snorted and said, "Alright, alright, now take another deep breath and tell me four things you hear.”

Dewdrop was obedient, not something you see everyday, and closed his eyes while he breathed deeply, focusing on the feeling in his chest, and then on what he could hear.

Rain had to hold back a giggle that threatened to bubble up as he watched Dewdrop's long, pointed ears twitch this way and that as he listened. He thought it might just be one of the cutest things he's ever seen.

"I hear Aether tuning his acoustic in his room, the washing machine, Swiss humming, and you trying not to laugh."

Rain couldn't hold it anymore, "Ah, you caught me." He laughed.

A smile tugged at the corner of Dewdrop's lips. Rain laughing was one of his favorite sounds.

"Next, tell me three things you can touch and feel."

Dewdrop's hands began to wander. Rain caught himself blushing as he watched Dewdrop's fingers almost lovingly caress the blanket that covered them both.

"I can feel how fuzzy the blanket is," his hands moved towards Rain's chest, "the soft fabric of a favorite t shirt,"

Rain's blush grew darker as he smiled at Dew, even though his gaze was fixed to his own hands. Rain expected those hands to move to a final third thing, but they stayed in place and pressed firmly against him.

"And your heartbeat. It's always so strong and steady no matter what. It's comforting."

"I'm glad it makes you feel that way." Rain sait softly. He reached out to tuck a lock of Dewdrop’s long hair behind his ear. He softly traced Dewdrop's sharp jaw from ear to chin to lift his gaze from his hands to Rain's own face. They smiled at each other for a moment.

"Are you sure you needed grounding, or did you just want to flirt with me?" Rain teased.

"Why not both?" Dewdrop said with a wicked grin.

"Fair enough." Rain chuckled. "Two things you can smell?"

"That nasty ass weed that Mountain lit up in here last night. I don't know where he got such a disgusting strain, and I don't know if that will ever go away."

"I think you're supposed to list good smelling things."

"Hmm, well then that would be your shampoo." Dew said as he carded his fingers through Rain's curly locks.

"Heh, thanks." Rain said with a soft smile, "Feeling a bit more present?"

"You forgot one." Dew pouted while still running fingers through Rain's hair, claws gently scratching at his scalp, making Rain purr.

"Oh, well, yeah. I think the last one is always silly. It's not like you're eating while trying to ground yourself. Well... maybe sometimes."

"I could find something else to taste." Dewdrop said with a mischievous smile. With little warning he grabbed onto Rain's hair and pulled him in for a kiss. It didn't really surprise Rain. The kiss was innocent and sweet, but Rain deepened it as he pulled Dewdrop into his lap and held their bodies close together. Their tails tangled together as they sought as much contact as possible. Dew rocked his hips against Rain's as he got caught up in the moment, but he quickly reigned himself back in. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rain's.

"I taste mint. You brushed your teeth just before sitting down to read."

"And I'm glad I did. Didn't know I'd be leading a highly unprofessional counseling session."

"I won't report you to the board if you give me this session for free." Dewdrop said between the kisses he was peppering onto Rain's face.

"Ha! Deal." Rain agreed. "Now how do you feel?"

"Much better.” Dewdrop said sincerely, “Thank you Rainy."

"Anytime, dear."

[hometownrockstar]

why does every post about some serious topic like disability or something inevitably have people in the notes going Wow cool writing reference! #save for later. Its so tone deaf sometimes and inevitably leads to things like. This

[geraldthellama]

Bowuigi Corpse Bride AU Lore Post

So I said I would probably make this and while I thought about making this into a fanfic and making ya'll read that, I decided that I need to commit to the other three (two and a half?) Mario fanfic ideas I have. So if anyone wants to make a full blown fic or whatever with this AU, feel free (but tag me ofc because I've got to see it).

(This will not be short, just a quick warning that this is a commitment).

This AU is very loosely based off the actual movie. Instead of them being in the underworld, they're just in a haunted house that Boo lost to Bowser in a game of poker, and instead of being a corpse (as the name suggests), Luigi is just a slightly annoying boo. Him and Polterpup are the only ones that inhabit the mansion, and, with the house completely abandoned, it's probably going to stay that way.

In this world, ghosts only stay after some massive traumatic death. Problem is, Luigi has no recollection of how he died, he just knows he hit his head and a little while later awoke, a ghost that's unable to be seen, heard, and is completely alone as a newly-deceased. Aside from the yipping ghost dog at his feet (Luigi has always been afraid of both ghosts and dogs).

As a ghost, Luigi originally spawns (spawns?) into this world with little ghostly abilities. Living beings can't see or hear him and he doesn't have the power to manipulate objects or people in any way. He is essentially a specter, watching the lives of other people for years until, eventually, it's abandoned, and the Peasley family mansion (one of many, that is) is gambled away to King Boo.

But, King Boos already got his own slew of creepy haunted mansions, and, frankly, this one is haunted by a ghost he can't stand. A ghost that hasn't been able to speak to someone for around a decade. A chatty ghost that hasn't been able to speak to someone for over a decade. He's not exactly torn up about parting with it.

Bowser, the poor thing, is on attempt...

Attempt... 2 hundred... something.

(at least 4 proposals a year, for around 20 years... that's...)

Let's just say, Peach does and has not wanted Bowser for a long ass time, and it really doesn't help his self esteem that he's still being thwarted by a plumber that's old enough to be his dad and uses a cane. He really can't understand what Peach sees in him, especially considering she still looks like a youthful 20/30-something into her 60s. Frankly, it's unfair. He's got money, kids (some really awesome ones too), power, looks (he thinks so at least), and isn't 3 pudding cups away from dementia.

What he hasn't got, until right now at least, is an awesome mansion, specially built for human(oid) creatures. Maybe she just didn't like gothic castle architecture? Maybe, as Boo suggests, he just has to get her scared enough to fall into his arms for safety. He's got this all planned out.

Boo did not specify that the "ghostly inhabitants" of this mansion were a hyperactive ghost dog and naive plumber. He didn't think it was important information at the time.

So, when Bowser is plotting and practice-proposes (does he really need more practice?) to the striking blue eyes of a, surprisingly, human painting, the last thing he expects is to be met with a ghoulish grin.

Barely ghoulish, because, god, the thing is bright. The smile and the bio-(bio?)-luminescent energy it's attached to. For a ghost who's wearing bloodied bandages and has been dead for 30 lonely years, he's surprisingly optimistic.

"Really?! And you're not even a boo!" :D

He's very optimistic, in fact, because he's willing to believe that this complete stranger might just be his ticket out of this wall-papered purgatory. He died meeting up with his forbidden love, after all, so it must be a sign. He does not hesitate to shove that ring on his finger, even if his new fiance looks hesitant (he might be naive enough to go with it, but he's not blind). He's convinced the two will make it work.

Luigi is... very tired of looking at the same things everyday. Now, he can attach to his new fiance, who's only slightly hesitant to engage with him, (and is not bad looking at all, in Luigi's opinion). Together, the two can actually have a life together. Luigi was only 25 when he died, and he was far too shy then to do any adventuring. The most rebellious thing the man had ever done was sneak out.

Man, look where that ended him.

For Luigi, this is his opportunity to live the life he wasted was robbed of.

And the guys got kids! How awesome is that?

Bowser is not liking the new pets at his side. One never stops yipping and yapping and one is a dog. Luigi is... fine. From a distance. The problem is that they physically can't get any. As long as Luigi is attached to him, consider them hand cuffed. This stupid, green boo is crimping his style, and any game he had with Peach is virtually ruined when he's got his "fiance" clinging to his side like he's the best thing since breathing air.

At least Luigi appreciates his kids. The ghost obviously has some taste (of course he does, he chose him for pete's sake), and Junior and the rest seem to like the ghoul enough... Even if Junior isn't completely sure that Luigi is a ghoul. Both Luigi and Junior agree that boos are scary.

Maybe, after some hard self-reflection (with Luigi close and present, of course), and some growing emotional intimacy and openness, Bowser begins to kind of, perhaps tolerate Luigi. Just a little. Just enough to find his stupid quirks endearing and just enough to start to think that maybe he's always been too good for Peach, anyway. Maybe he should be with someone who appreciates him and loves his family. It's not like her and Mario had ever had kids in their relationship, and her not wanting kids is kind of a deal breaker.

Bowser's newfound attention on Luigi is driving everyone else nuts, though. Boos barely seen the man since his unfortunate run in with the green leach and no one else at their poker table is any good. At this rate, Boos not even satisfied winning Peasley's riches off him anymore. Occasionally, a guy just wants to lose, y'know? Boo hates only one thing more than Peasley whining about the consequences of his gambling addiction, and that's boredom. He misses when the Koopa King spent all his time plotting against the old-ass plumber. At least then he showed his face at their meetings.

And when Boo finally brings up his grievances, because he deserves to rant, Peasley seems... nervous. Boo loves nervousness.

"There's a... human boo... in the mansion I gave you..?"

"One, you didn't give it to me, you lost, fair and square. Two, yeah, and he's just about the chattiest thing I've ever met. All dressed up in a white suit, the pretentious-"

At that, Peasley turns about as pale as a ghost. Well, if that were possible, considering he's a legume. Suddenly, he's got some important things he has to do somewhere else.

This poker table is looking weak.

When Peasley asks Bowser to meet at the mansion, Bowser warns he can't come alone. It's a stretch to get the green ghost to go back with him, and as much as Bowser wants to tell him "you're coming with me, whether you like it or not", he can't bring himself to say it. Instead, he convinces Luigi that it's a quick stay. Essentially, a welfare visit on the old house and a quick meeting with an old friend. Luigi's narrowly convinced.

Stepping back onto that porch brings back a lot of old memories for the human. Few of them anything good in retrospect.

But he does want to see his painting again. He always did cherish that painting. He's sure Bowser will too, right?

Is that painting a good memory for Bowser? He wonders.

It was all those years ago that a young Peasley gifted him that painting. Like him, he had been optimistic and in love. Even if his rich, snobby parents weren't a fan of the human, they had an entire life ahead of them. Peasley had made him a beautiful painting. It was the one part of the house Luigi felt was his. A good memory.

He never expected to be greeted by the same image he had all those years ago. Peasley, now older, stood in front of the painting. His face now wasn't proud or love-struck or whatever expression he had had then (Luigi can barely remember Peasley's face until just now), he looked somber. It was a rare occasion that Luigi wasn't green, and his teal glow seemed to throw Bowser off.

And divert Peasley's attention away from the miserable painting and over to the ghost, who was nervously twiddling his thumbs with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

It's not long before Bowser realizes that this meeting was never about him, and he feels more awkward than anything else...

Except that Polterpup has been on edge since the moment he saw the bean (now) king. Has he ever seen the dog not wag it's tail at someone?

Immediately, the older man apologizes. Things were never meant to end up how they did. He tried his best to help when he could.

Luigi's not angry, how could he be? Luigi's fall was an accident.

Peasley says he didn't know Luigi had stuck around, and if he had, he thinks he would have done things differently. He would have at least had the place cleaned instead of just letting it rot.

(So Peasley abandon the mansion? The perfectly good mansion for no reason, leaving Luigi alone.)

And, of course, Peasley's sorry for not telling Mario or his parents about what happened to him.

(HUH?)

He insisted that he waited for hours with Luigi, hoping he'd recover with enough gauze. The man told him it was a lost cause. If he could have saved him, he would have.

Hours?

"I was unconscious for hours?"

It came out as barely a whisper.

"I stayed almost the entire night. As long as I could."

Bowser didn't know boos could turn so many colors, especially that quickly. Bowser didn't think Luigi even had it in him to be anything less than smiley, especially completely enraged.

Luigi had never been more angry in his life (death).

Even Peasley's insistence that "You don't understand what they'd have done to me if they'd known I went against their wishes!" fell on deaf ears.

When Luigi's aura finally finished raving, Peasley had backed away from the now red ghost. Again, Luigi recognized the position they were in;

One of them backing up, away from the painting and towards the basement stairs. How could Peasley forget that door never closed all the way? It had only been the exact thing that killed Luigi 30 years ago. The exact thing that, of course, Peasley hadn't fixed.

Luigi swears he didn't push him, even in that state. Bowser believes him, only because the still angry and unaware Luigi yelled angrily down the stairs: "You better not die here, because I'll make your death hell!"

If they both hadn't just watched Peasley fucking die, Bowser would have kinda been into it.

It took Luigi a second to realize that even if his own fall had been an unlucky hit, Peasley wasn't 25 anymore. And he wasn't responding. His red hue didn't last long, especially when Polterpup no longer seems threatened (and Bowser notices that the bean king no longer seems to be breathing).

"What did I do?"

Bowser suggests fleeing the crime scene, which normally isn't his move, but he'd rather not be tied to the murder of a fellow royal. Luigi shakes his head.

This is his fault. And as angry as he still is at Peasley, he can't flee what he's done. Not in a right conscience. Not like what Peasley did to him. Luigi suffered enough sitting in that mansion alone for 30 years, and, as much as revenge tastes sweet, a small part of him still cares. Had he lived, Peasley and him would have had a life after all.

But he hadn't lived, did he.

Bowser can't remember a time ever seeing Luigi's color look quite as dull as it did then.

Playing with his engagement ring, Luigi thinks back on the part of the man he loved. Peasley never did buy him the ring, like he had hoped. Luigi remembers getting himself all excited over the possibility of a scenic proposal as they walked through the flower garden of the mansion. He had gifted him a painting. Which was almost as good.

He couldn't even count how many times he had stood and looked at that painting, thinking:

Was it worth it?

An apprehensive smile comes onto his face. A nostalgic smile. A somber one.

Doesn't really matter, does it? He'd never know if it was worth it in the end. This was how it ended up. Luigi had always believed that fate is what had brought him and Peasley together, considering everything else had lined them up for failure. Fate was what brought him here. What kept him here.

Who is he to drag down others?

He returns Bowser's ring.

"I'm sorry."

Bowser never deserved to have him weigh him down.

"I wasted my life chasing after a family I never got, and then spent my death doing the exact same thing."

Bowser awkwardly matches Luigi's bitter laugh.

"I lived my life, be it a short one, but you deserve to live yours."

Luigi pats the ring on his hand.

"I hope she likes it." He smiles. He means it. Peach sounds wonderful.

Tears prick Bowser's eyes, and all because...

He never did tell Luigi about him and Peach, did he? He can't help but laugh. Tears streaming down his face kinda laugh. The laugh you only get once a year kind of laugh.

"You spent, what? Maybe five non-consecutive years chasing after a family? Try twenty!"

Luigi's eyebrow goes up. This is supposed to be a super emotional goodbye and this goobers laughing? On about his conquest to marry Peach (who, apparently, is already married) and make his picturesque life. Luigi can't help but laugh, because it's so stupid that Bowser's laughing about this right now.

"Her and her stupid, human, mustachioed husband Mario have been kicking my ass for decades. I promise you, boo, you weren't ever getting in the way of anything."

Mario?!

"Mario?" (!)

"You heard of him?"

The excitement in Luigi's eyes (and aura) is obvious.

"My brother's name is Mario!"

With a look of determination, Bowser promises he'll tell Luigi the story of all his and Mario's exploits if he does him two favors.

Leaves this, frankly, ugly and decrepit mansion with him. Because this story needs atmosphere.

Puts the ring back on his finger. Because how else is everybody going to know they're engaged?

Luigi gives a grin.

He looks down the stairs. What about doing his due-diligence?

"I promise you, boo, if fate brought you and Peasley together, and pushed you down those stairs, and brought us together, and then pushed him down the stairs, fate is on your side."

Luigi's lips are still pursed.

"And it's almost sunrise," Bowser points out.

"So?"

"Well, we've waited almost all night, seems like a fair amount of time to me. It's obviously a lost cause."

At that, Luigi begins laughing. Not quite Bowser's guttural, teary laugh, but certainly a cackle. Enough to turn his aura back to a vibrant green, just like before. Enough to make him hunch over and take some (not really) much needed gulps of air.

When the laughing dies down to a hurt giggle, Bowser assures him that:

"You didn't kill him, Weeg."

No. I guess he didn't, did he?

Looking down the stairs one last time, (his death completely bloodless, the lucky bastard), Luigi's brows furrow for a second and he twiddles his thumbs.

If Luigi's learned one thing from being a condemned ghost, it's that you should take every chance you get.

The bottom of the stairs don't look so intimidating now.

"I...

I forgive you."

Maybe that is all Peasley deserves.

Luigi deserves to have another chance. And maybe Peasley does too, maybe he'll find one in the next lucky winner of poker. Someones gotta replace his spot at the table.

Bowser shares that he certainly deserves a mother to his children, and he's already got a quality candidate who's proved he's got what it takes. ("One who cooks, cleans, can't call in sick, die, and is pretty good looking! I hit the jackpot!")

Maybe, at the very least, Luigi deserves to see his brother one last time.

And maybe a few more times after that, for good measure.

Anyways so the original plan was just to have either Luigi and Bowser straight up immediately abandon the crime scene (not really crime scene) or have Luigi sit in the mansion forever and live out a miserable existence.

But I couldn't do that to my boys now could I. (But Peasley still gets abandoned because screw Peasley I hate that little bean man /j).

This wasn't meant to turn out in the format it did but, y'know, it did. Just know this isn't brief but also isn't comprehensive. I might (big emphasis on might) make a shorter headcanon post on this, but we'll see.

I hope you enjoyed. And sorry for the length, I am not known and will never be known for being concise.

[bonefall]

Obviously nobody should be talking poorly about any of Bumble's competitors but it's insane how people voting for Alex are going 'its a CAT'. Like, okay and? Alex Dewitt is ink on paper and we rightfully take issue with her writing to the point of making it a term, so why is it any different when a fictional cat has misogynistic writing? And these are cats with a society, laws, religion, and understanding of (herbal) medicine. They are on par with people. And, it's a YA series. Shouldn't people take the message "fat, abused women dying isn't a problem because they can't contribute ackshually, and if we acknowledge it is how can the goodboy main character stop licking his brother's kitty boots if he's a bad person :(" as a red flag in any series? Let alone one for kids? Like, did everyone outside of the fandom miss the Ashfur defense? Because I was there for it and it was pretty clear a LOT of impressionable children genuinely believed the "he only loved too much" excuse hook line and sinker, and blamed Squirrelflight for everything. There were so many fans genuinely believing that I literally remember seeing hate art and fanfics portraying Squirrelflight as a horrible person just for asking to stay friends. That alone was a testament to how harmful Warriors can be, all because of that one scene of Ashfur being spotted in StarClan.

And with that fiasco in mind, how can anyone trivialize it to Bumble being 'just a cat'? Especially when kids are reading this, and could really take the harmful message Gray Wing the """Wise""" has for them that if you have nothing to contribute to the people you desperately need help from, you are stupid for trying to ask for it. I was lucky to not take any of the really harmful portrayals relationships in Warriors to heart, but not everyone will be. People should support Alex all they want, she deserves it! But downplaying what happened to Bumble because she's a cat is harmful :(

Alex DeWitt's story is so shocking and straightforward that you're able to sum it up with a single word; "Fridging." It's become the touchstone for a wider discussion about misogyny in media because it is so evocative and so easy to explain as an example.

That IS important. That IS a legacy.

But somehow, if you try to explain how EARLY misogyny in media starts, and how pervasive it is even in "less respectable" mediums like YA xenofiction, they lose their fucking minds. People who refuse to read anything at all going, "what could possibly have happened to a cat?"

You know what, though? I'm GLAD Bumble is winning, and I'm proud of this fandom and our campaigning. I think we actually deserve to be a little smug about this after all the damn "justa cat" comments. Bumble doesn't HAVE a legacy. The book doesn't VALUE HER LIFE AT ALL! "It's so sad Clear Sky is going to have his reputation ruined for killing this useless woman. I never liked Bumble anyway, what matters about this is my poor brother :("

The runner of the Canon Misogyny Tournament mentioned in passing how they kinda take issue with the idea of quantifying misogyny based on suffering because of how it oversimplifies the insidious ways it can express in a narrative, and I've thought a lot about that a lot. They're right.

And Alex is THE posterchild of this because her death is ghoulish. We needed what happened to her as a simple, evocative term, to advance the conversation around media misogyny and get it through people's skulls. But, she has become the conclusion of a sentiment that the more gruesome the death is, the more misogynist that makes it.

but. The fridge was not the misogynistic part of what happened to Alex. THE FACT SHE WAS ONLY INVENTED TO DIE FOR THE PAIN OF A MAN IS. THAT is what the term "fridging" is supposed to point out; The absolute LACK of interest in her as a 3-dimensional character, in women as people, to the point where the writer chose to send Alex out in a gorey, disrespectful way solely as a motivator for her boyfriend. THAT is the bad part.

But instead people have latched onto the fridge half. More violent = more misogyny.

There's a lot of ways for a narrative to be misogynist, though. To downplay the lives, emotions, or contributions of women characters, and to reinforce real-world bigotry.

Warrior Cats does a LOT of this, blaming bad mothers who didn't shut up and accept their 'purpose in life' for Brokenstar's tyranny, making it a TRAGIC thing that Clear Sky is being held accountable for murdering women because his man pain makes it ok, and even blaming Squirrelflight for rejecting Ashfur's advances which caused him to go "crazy" and attempt to murder her children (until, of course, the welcomed retcon of TBC).

Bumble's death, because she is a fat woman, is treated as unavoidable. It's not a terrible thing she died, Gray Wing never really liked her anyway, what REALLY "matters" is that now no one likes her murderer.

She was stupid and selfish to even ask for help, because she is so fat and weak. To be upset at all that her only friend watched her get dragged back to her abuser. Even as she bleeds out, she gets to listen to Turtle Tail making up excuses and wishing she "could have found happiness."

All while Tom the Wifebeater, the fat man who physically assaulted two women, gets a big cutesy redemption death and honored and beloved by everyone and even gets to "lose weight and that's so good :)". Because the books value the lives of men more than the lives of women, plain and simple.

Bumble wasn't just fridged. It's worse than that. Her life doesn't even have enough value to get Clear Sky held accountable for murdering her, because beloved writer favorite Gray Wing hated her for being friends with his wife and doesn't want anyone to hate his poor, innocent big brother :(

Like you said, you can ask anyone in this fandom and they'll tell you about the impressionable kid they were, or have MET, who was badly influenced by the constant misogyny of these books. People who defend Bramblestar tooth and nail as he abuses his wife, the screeds against both Leafpool and Nightcloud for making Crowfeather sad, and the absolutely radioactive Ashfur Defenders who have thankfully died down since TBC's welcome retcons.

It doesn't just end with annoying internet comments. Those kids carry that kind of message with them. It reinforces existing biases and causes them to downplay abused women and toxic men in their real lives.

But sure, "just a cat." Cool way to downplay the 20-year-old bestselling YA fantasy series that is still ongoing but ok. 50000 Bumblesweeps upon ye.

(though i do also have to say, since I started speaking more about it today, I'm seeing more non-wc fans push back against the 'just a cat' comments. Sincerely, thanks guys. It's not every DC fan or Alex voter, just a very vocal section of sore losers willing to downplay misogyny because they're angry.)

[wrencatte]

ask game! 1, 11, 56, 77 (majesty of caged lions)

1.Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

One-shots but I cravveeee the ability to write AND post multi-chaptered fics. But yeah, it's one shots

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Oh gosh, it's gonna be all star wars fics I hope you know???!?!

Star Wars: Aberration - a series, not a single fic. An AU at the end of Fallen Order of "what if Cal Fell? and Darth Vadar took a special liking to him?" with a mix of a lot of other Star Wars media like Rebels and such. I would not recommend it for people who like happy things. This isn't not a happy series, but it's fun and good. I've read it multiple times and am eagerly awaiting an update.

Unsettled / Disillusioned - only one fic in the series right now. I'm in love with how they wrote Post-Survivor Koboh and the Raiders...which is a very minor point the fic in the long run. It's Merrical and I just really love the outsider POV of this Cal. It's so good. Crossovered with Rebels

And to completely throw people through the loop: a Pacific Rim story

Aurora Borealis - A canon-compliant fic leading up to and during the Golden Age of the jaeger program. Yancy and Raleigh's time during the academy and beyond. I re-read this fic a lot.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

If you'd asked me this when I was (cough)sober(cough) I would've had an answer for you! But as of right now I cannot for the life of me figure out an answer to this! Maybe someone can chime in and give me suggestions, but right now I'm at a loss lmao sorry

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 

(majesty of caged lions)

The reveeeealll is always a good one!!!

“You – ,” he whispers, shivery and soft in the way ghosts are – and, no, no, that’s not. He’s not. His hand uncurls, cups the side of his face – it’s a familiar motion. Father likes to do it. Richard mimics him. It is yet another thing Jason picked up from them – and Damian leans into it despite the wet warmth, his lashes fluttering, clumping as tears well up. “You made – it.” The corners of his eyes crinkle like he’s smiling. “G-Good. Robin.” “It was like you told me.” He covers Jason’s cold hand with his own. “Exactly like you told me. You were supposed to come back.” Jason laughs brokenly and chokes on it, a gurgle in the back of his throat. Bruce hooks a finger over his mask, rips it off quickly in time for him to tip over and for blood to pool out of his mouth, stringing from his lips. His hand slips from Damian’s face, leaving behind ghoulish streaks of red. Bruce freezes where he sits, lips parting in surprise, as Jason wheezes through his next breath, blood speckling his chin and the ground as his lungs fill with blood.

thank you for the ask!!! <3

[gritsandbrits]

❗❗❗❗ BLOCK LIST❗❗❗

TW SA, Antiblackness, Death Threats

I've been informed somebody wrote a disturbing fanfic on AO3 about Harriyanna Hook a real life youtuber. If you can please block and report "AintNobodyAtAll"

Evidence (Warning Disturbing content)

You must be a special type of cunt to write something so ghoulish about a REAL LIFE person. I haven't read the story but I have reported AintNobodyAtAll. This is a vile fucked up thing to do

Oh and block these asshats for liking this hideous story

[ghuleh-recs]

Hi there! I have been meaning to reach out but was swamped with uni shenanigans. I saw your comment on my Golden Guys fic quite a while ago and I was so surprised (cause I recognized the username) and honoured that you left such a kind comment! I know Papa x Papa AU's are fairly taboo within the fandom so you are more than welcome to delete this message or respond privately! <3 But I just wanted to say thank you for leaving a comment on my fic! and also for highlighting my Bathing With a Cardinal series as well! Happy Holidays!

Hey Friedrich!! I’m actually gonna use your ask as an excuse to make my feelings on the subject known. So if you’ve followed me for a sec you can probably tell I read almost anything. Ghouls, papas, reader insert, OCs—I love it all. I think Terzo x Copia x Reader was some of the first Ghost fanfic I ever read and it’s still one of my favorite dynamics. I’m greedy. Sue me. (Regression is probably the only thing I don’t jive with but you truly could not pay me to yuck someone’s yum. Won’t ever do it.)

I don’t make papa x papa rec posts solely because I do not want to open myself up to anonymous hate. I honestly feel really guilty about it (because the writers/artists deserve so much better) but I am just not in a place where I could handle that kind of negativity. Hopefully that will change down the road. Maybe people will start to calm down about papa pairings—especially when it is almost always explicitly stated that they are not related hellooo? This is not the Supernatural fandom? There is no Wincest happening? Don’t like; don’t muthafuckin read?

These old Italian men and their ghoulish underlings are our barbies to mash together as we see fit. Sometimes Ken is Barbie’s boyfriend and sometimes he’s her brother. I truly do not understand the discourse/hate. If you find it icky just use tumblr’s filtering feature or exclude the tag on ao3. It’s not that complicated. I would like to remind folks that it’s also canon that ghouls are former papas. We are allllll picking and choosing what “lore” to believe at this point.

Thank you for reaching out, though—I am lovinggg Golden Guys (read it here)! Copiia is such a fun pairing and you are a wonderful writer. And thank you for sharing so many fantastic fics with us. I know your inclusive portrayals mean a lot to so many people. Happy Holidays!! ♡

[ghoulish-fiction]

Laundromat fic! Really cute and wholesome Rain/Swiss/Dewdrop below the cut. Lots of laughing, playing, cuddling, and pet names.

Dew let himself into his lovers' home as he always does. He shuts and locks the door muttering, "Do these fuckers *want* to be robbed?", kicks off his shoes, shivers at the temperature difference with the AC blasting, and hollers, "Swisstopher! Rain Cloud! I'm here!"

"We are in the bathroom." Swiss calls back.

In the bathroom? Together? A mischievous grin spreads across Dewdrop's face and his dick twitches in his pants.

As he makes his way down the hall he can hear the water splashing in the bathtub and Rain laughing.

When he opens the door, ready to strip and jump in, he finds a much more wholesome scene that stops him in his tracks.

The oversized tub is full of bubbles that Rain is scooping up and blowing at Swiss. He can't help but laugh as they land in his hair and nose.

"Stop it Rainy!" Swiss says with a laugh.

"Absolutely not!" Rain says blowing more bubbles at his mate.

Swiss growls playfully and reaches across the length of the bathtub to capture Rain who squeals and tries to evade his grasp, but to no avail.

"I'm gonna make you stop then!" Swiss growls as he pulls Rain to his chest and tickles his sides.

"Ah! Nonono! Mercy! I'll stop!" Rain laughs.

"You promise?" Swiss asks without stopping his assault on Rain's sides. Water and bubbles are splashing over the sides of the tub as Rain thrashes and laughs in Swiss's arms.

"I promise! I promise!" He shouts.

"Okay then." Swiss says as he lets go of Rain. He doesn't move though, Rain is happy to lay back against Swiss's chest and play with the bubbles as he looks up at Dewdrop.

"You getting in?" He asks the fire ghoul with his sweetest shark toothed smile.

Dew was so enamored watching his two lovers play in the bath, it took him a moment to realize Rain was talking to him.

"Oh! Yeah, if there's room for me." Dew says with an edge of apprehension in his voice.

"There's always room for you." Swiss purrs.

Dewdrop felt his heart swell. A warm feeling of love spread through him as he quickly shed his clothes.

The warm feeling didn't last however. Dew slipped right into the water without testing it first. The cold gave him a shock and made his fur and tail stick up like a frightened cat. He hissed and jumped back out of the water.

"What the fuck?! That's freezing!"

"Oh, yeah. We are taking a cold bath because it's so hot." Rain says, looking a bit sheepish. He felt guilty for not thinking to warn him. Swiss only laughs.

"Hot?! Its not hot! It's freezing in this place and the water is even worse!" Dew shreiks as he looks for a towel to dry off with.

"Maybe for you fire boy," Swiss teases, "but not for us! Especially not for our little deep sea creature here."

Swiss boops Rain on the nose making Rain go,"Oh!"

Dew huffs. How can he stay mad when they're both so cute?

"Well you two have fun in your ice bath. I'm gonna go warm up in bed." Dew says. He is sincere, but there is a bit of a pout in his voice.

Swiss laughs again, "Okay, we will be out soon."

As Dew steps out into the hall he hears Rain say, "Oh an ice bath! Why didn't we think of that?"

Dew chuckled to himself. He really can't help it. While the other two finished up their bath and dried themselves and the floor up, Dewdrop found the thickest blanket in the bedroom and wrapped himself up in it. He plucked Rain's dirty novel off the bedside and began reading where Rain left off. It wasn't half bad, but before he could get to any fun stuff he was being knocked back onto the mattress.

Dew shouted, but recovered quickly as he felt Rain purring as he nuzzled his head under Dewdrop's chin.

"Watch the horns Rain Cloud." Dew says, lifting Rain's face to his so he could kiss him.

After kissing him soft and sweet he still held onto Rain's chin.

"What's this about?" Dew asks.

"Well you said you were cold!" Rain answers, snuggling closer to Dew. Soon Swiss joined in and wrapped his arms around the two smaller ghouls.

"Thought you could use some warming up." He rumbled as he buried his face into Dew's silky hair.

A deep blush spread across Dewdrop's cheeks. He was definitely feeling warmer.

"Thank you." He mumbled.

"Any time." Rain and Swiss said in unison. The three laughed and snuggled closer together, content to continue the endless cycle of someone being too hot or too cold.

[forlorn-crows]

its time!

 For my fellow Mount lover, In what i've named “The Spreader Bar Chronicles”  I'm tasking you with, soft, sweet Mounty. Praising, worshiping, *loving* Shy Aether. Im going to be just a little picky about this, you dont have to use the exact line but something abouts “you take care of everyone so well, let me take care of *you* for once” very centered around aether just relaxing, letting go, not having to work for his enjoyment. The spreader bar, not to be a punishment, or restriction, but cautionary, so mount has all the room in the world to work. To leave Aether exposed, vulnerable. Naked But Safe. 

I am so very excited to see what comes of this, kiss kiss<3

uhh aether def starts out shy but i think he got a lil too horny in there. but he's being reallllyyy good for his mountain, dont worry.

trans aether this time. bc we all know how i feel about his short fat [redacted]

Aether digs his fingers into Mountain's thigh, gripping a little tighter as the earth ghoul's lithe fingers dip into his wet folds. Touching just for the sake of touching, indulging in the little whines he receives when the pads of the digits skim over Aether's fat length. 

"How's that?" Mountain asks softly, pressing a kiss to the quintessence ghoul's temple. 

He bites his lip, gives a short nod of the head. His legs twitch against the spreader bar at his ankles. It took a little coaxing to get Aether to let him tighten the leather straps there, situate the connected wooden bar so that his legs stayed spread, open. Vulnerable, Aether had said. But really, it's encouragement to relax, to take all that Mountain will lovingly give.

"You're so shy like this. It's alright, you know, to want to be taken care of." Mountain's fingers close around his clit and offer short, slow strokes. Indulgent. Intimate. Aether sighs, tipping his head back to thump against the earth ghoul's collarbone.

"I know. S' hard sometimes," he admits.

"You take care of everyone else constantly, darling. Let me take care of you for once, hm?" 

His hips buck against Mountain's hand. "So do you," he protests.

"Hush. You can take care of me later," he tuts. He snakes his other hand up to a pebbled nipple before he can offer another retort. Pinches the pink bud between two fingers. Aether keens, dick throbbing in Mountain's hand.

"That's it," he encourages. "There you go."

“Feels good,” he groans. “Can you do them both? Just for a little bit.” Mountain hums in agreement, giving his length another stroke before bringing his hand up to the other nipple. He hooks his chin over the quintessence ghoul’s shoulder, watching as he swirls one finger around the buds. 

“Fuck,” Aether breathes. His eyes slip closed, hands petting at Mountain’s thighs. The earth ghoul’s gentleness is accented with points of pleasure; a flick here, a pinch there. Playing with them until they turn a pretty mauve. He can feel Aether’s breath hitch when he moves to palm at his tits in earnest, perfectly sized to fit in the full span of Mountain’s hands. 

“This okay?” Mountain asks, kneading at the flesh. He nuzzles into Aether’s cheek.

“Yeah,” he says, almost a whisper. “Shit, Mountain, that makes me so hard, keep doing it.”

“Mm, I can see that,” he hums, eyes flicking down to his cock, standing fat and flushed from out of his folds now. It kicks a little under his gaze. Aether’s legs twitch again, rattling the little metal hardware on the bar straps. “Wet too, I bet.”

Aether makes a gut-punched noise, arching with it. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs one of Mountain’s hands and guides it back down to his cunt, pushing his fingers against his entrance where it is, indeed, very slick. 

“You feel so good here,” Mountain praises. He pets his folds, coating his fingers. “Doing such a good job, letting me take care of you.” His fingers dip in just a little, pressing on his walls, just to feel. “Can I add a little something, pamper you some more?”

Aether nods, still lost in the feeling of his fingers. The earth ghoul reaches somewhere behind him, producing two small objects. He opens his hand to reveal a small bottle of lube and a small, clear silicone toy. 

“Oh,” Aether breathes. “Yes. Please, yes.” The toy in question is a cock stroker, perfectly sized for his smaller length. Mountain squishes it slightly, the ribbed texture inside rubbing against itself. 

“Allow me,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He squirts a few drops of lube inside, spreading it with his finger. He takes the excess and circles Aether’s dick with it, getting it even wetter. Aether watches and takes a shaky breath. 

Mountain swirls the end of the sleeve around the tip of his clit, dipping the head of it in and out, in and out in slow movements. When Aether starts grabbing at his thighs again, he slides it on. 

“Fuck. Mountain, please.” He twitches his hips into it. Struggles against the bar again, trying to clamp his thighs around Mountain’s hand. The outline of his length shows through the opaque material, the little head just poking out when Mountain squishes it all the way down. 

“There you go; feels good, doesn’t it?” He strokes at a medium pace, adding plenty of squeezes and rubs against the tip. 

“Uh huh,” Aether whines. He’s leaning fully into the earth ghoul now, helpless to the flick of his wrist and the drag of the stroker. 

“Look so good, darling,” Mountain says, a little breathless himself. “Want you to really get into it, show me how much you enjoy it.” Aether cants his hips again. Grinds into the silicone, into Mountain’s hand. Turns his head into his collarbone and moans. “That’s it, take what you need.”

“Gonna make me cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” He clenches around nothing, more slick drooling out. His dick throbs inside the sleeve, kicking in tandem with each jump of his stomach, each spasm and jiggle of his thigh. 

“Cum for me, starlight.” And oh, does he. Legs straining against the bar, thumping it against the sheets with each little kick of his legs. Mountain watches his eyes roll back under fluttering lashes, heavy breaths falling from his parted lips. His fingers dig into the meat of the earth ghouls thighs as he tenses and shudders, yelping when Mountain flicks the sleeve off the head of his clit in such a way that makes him clench. One more twitch of his inner thighs and he’s making a choked-off noise as a single spurt of milky-white fluid shoots out onto the sheets. 

“Fuck,” he cries. Mountain holds him close, watching as the last of it dribbles down his folds and just out of view. Aether collapses back against him, chest heaving. “Satanas, you really made me cum. Unholy shit.”

Mountain grips at his hips. Restrains himself from groaning openly in his ear. “Do you want more?” he asks instead, hoping the answer is:

“Yes,” Aether groans. “Want your fingers, get them deep, Mount.”

The earth ghoul rolls his neck, suppressing another moan. “Anything,” he says, perhaps too eagerly. “Anything you want, starlight.” He doesn’t waste a second. One hand presses the flesh of his inner thigh back while the other cups his cunt. Two fingers dip down, sliding wetly inside. Both of them groan with it, Aether at the heightened sensation, Mountain at the silky feeling of his inner walls, the way he clenches immediately around his fingers. 

“Oh,” Aether moans. “Oh really fuck me with them, fill me up.” Mountain really can’t help the noise that comes out of his mouth then. He pulls the quintessence ghoul tighter to him, shifting him slightly to get the best angle before hilting his fingers as far as he can get them. Each thrust squelches with how wet he is, the only sound in the room besides Aether’s groans for a few heated moments. 

A particular brush of Mountain’s palm against his still throbbing clit makes him cry out. Aether’s hand flies up to the back of the earth ghoul’s neck, threading into his hair and straining to pull him closer. 

"Are you hard?" Aether gasps. "Please tell me you are." Mountain lets out a shaky laugh and ruts his cock against his ass as confirmation. “Seven hells please fuck me, Daddy, need you so fucking bad.”

Mountain groans selfishly at the word. “There’s my baby,” he purrs, leaning down to sloppily capture Aether’s mouth in a kiss. “Gonna take such good care of you, darling,” he mumbles against his lips. “You’ve done so well, telling me what you want. Enjoying yourself. So fucking beautiful and good for me.” He lays Aether down, peppering him with kisses as he does, cradling him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Mountain slots himself on top of Aether, bodies melting together with twin gasps. The earth ghoul tucks his head into the crook of his neck, mouthing at the sensitive spot just under his ear.

“Mount, please. The bar, will you—”

“Hush,” he interrupts. He drags his mouth up to the shell of his pointed ear and licks a shiver-inducing stripe up the side. “It stays on,” he says, the rich baritone going straight to Aether’s gut. “So I can worship you like you deserve.”

[secretmellowblog]

drop the worst les mis academic take I can't rest until I've read every single academic crime against the brick

The take is here if you want to subject yourself to immense psychic damage:

The TL; DR is that in the early 2000s an actual court Justice published their own Les mis fanfic where all the characters in the story talk about their attitude towards law and order— or at least, what the new author has decided their attitude is.

It’s ….Bad. Like: Javert calls up Valjean as a witness to support the goodness of prisons, not in an ironic critique of prisons but in what the author clearly thinks is an example of how prisons are actually a moral Good.

Valjean then comes up to the stand and insists the 19 years of prolonged torture in prison were good for him actually, that they educated him and improved his mind, that he deserved to be in prison, and that people should stop reading him as the victim and realize he was the victimizer who attacked society. And again this isn’t framed as “Valjean saying Incorrect Things because he’s traumatized” it’s framed as an actual “gotcha” against the point of the original novel. Valjean was made better by his prison sentence (according to the fanfic author) so extremely long violent prison sentences are actually GOOD! It’s very Ghoulish, very copaganda, very “did you read the original novel”— it really is the Worst Les Mis Fanfic XD.

[gh0ul1sh-bl00d]

🌟

Hello !!!

You can call me Ghoulish/ghouls/or any silly nickname!

I use he/they pronouns :D

I’ve never been on the writing and posting side of fanfics so this is all new to me! Any tips and tricks to this would be greatly appreciated :]

Currently in a Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation so I want to try writing for some characters !

I’ll have my request open

I plan to post a proper introduction here soon :3

To anyone who sees this, I hope you have a wonderful day!

[caparrucia]

Re: the wank that never ends.

I really wish people would stop being obtuse in my inbox.

A white American was a racist bigot and called me a few slurs.

My dears. My darlings. My sweet, sweet summer babes. That makes her neither special, unique or memorable. That describes a large majority of the white Americans I've met in my life.

The white Americans I'm friends with? The white Americans I've dated in my life? The keyword for them is despite, not because.

I'm Mexican and the child of an indigenous man whose nation is widely known by a slur, because a bunch of Latine Americans aspiring to assimilate into whiteness decided to publish a large, racist, lying body of work and exploited the American centric bias to cement their lies as fact.

I had a one time horrific interaction with a horrifically racist dipshit. It is in fact incredibly racist of you to come to me, and try to misconstrue this as a grudge or a feud or an ongoing rivalry of any kind.

She was a racist dipshit, and I don't have to take that shit, so I have not interacted with her ever since she acted like a racist dipshit. Because she's a racist dipshit and I have better things to do than waste my time on it.

No, what you're doing is ghoulish and cowardly, because you're trying to focus on me, so you don't have to reckon with the long, documented, harrowing account of all the horrific, godawful abuse she piled on @jabberwockypie .

So let me make it crystal clear for you: I 100% believe and support victims of abuse when they come forward about their abusers. No ifs or buts or caveats.

I believe @jabberwockypie .

I will refuse to engage with your malicious sealioning, because I will not let you derail from the fact that credible, detailed, absolutely horrific allegations of abuse have come forward, and you lot of fucking vultures are all about supporting victims and stopping harassment and abuse, right up until it's someone you like who is doing the abuse.

I see what you're doing. I see what you're trying to get, out of insults and threats. I'm here to tell you it's not going to work.

And for anyone spectating this whole mess, I want you to remember this isn't about fandom nonsense anymore.

This is about someone with a large, engaged, almost thoughtless platform, rallying them to attack and silence the victims of her unspeakable abuse. Everytime you frame this as a fanfic dispute or dismiss it at "both sides are pretty bad!", You are playing into the game.

Do you really think FT put up that spurious, ridiculous legal threat to target me or the many, many people who've attempted to point out the blatant antisemitism in her writing? Do you think she was trying to silence us?

Please.

Believe and support victims. As @jabberwockypie so succinctly put it, abuse thrives in silence. Do not enable bad actors and their attempts to move the spotlight away from what really, actually matters.

[lubotomies]

So you know the grimdark fic you were talking about where Tord gets tortured by the "black army..."

I think I may have written that back when I was an edgy 17-18 year old who was WAY too into Eddsworld angst. I saw your description and it's so familiar that I instantly started panicking sdkfjfhs

Anyway yeah I absolutely do NOT stand by that writing and I'm so sorry you and anyone else had to witness it. I'm too ashamed to come off anon and face the world. I hope to God if anyone finds out it was me who wrote it that they'll listen to me when I say I've grown so much as a person and writer since then. That shit was absolute trash and I wish I never put it out there.

this is like a church confessional. trust that its completely fine to have made weird shit in your youth especially with the state of the community At That Time. with the asks and discussions on this blog right now i think its clear to people that the community was a rancid place at that point in time and it was easy to get sucked into bad or unhealthy behaviour. i mean, moho was one of the most popular artists within the community with hundreds of people backing her up when she'd get criticised and we already went over the shit shes guilty of, so it should go without saying that the community was very much enabling and encouraging young people into doing things that are in the long run bad for their psyches and regressive coping mechanisms.

it ought to be some consolation that the reason i mentioned the black army one is because it was TAME in comparison to the far, far, far worse shit id seen, which i suppose i can just reveal were things like sex trafficking and holocaust aus. the black army fic for sure is grimdark but grimdark in the same way that cupcakes was for mlp. needlessly violent, sure, but in comparison to the literal fanfic about the eddsworld guys in auschwitz? Um. yeah youre fine dude.

im absolutely proud of you for taking accountability for something that, tbh, you shouldnt even feel obligated to take accountability for. writing overly angsty whump fic is far from being the greatest sin on earth, and being able to admit and regret making content like that is a huge sign of growth even on anon. ive made lesser mistakes that ive still not been willing to admit to STILL TO THIS DAY as a grown ass 20 year old, so you ought to be proud of yourself and the growth youve made as a person. some people get stuck in their ways and never grow out of that 2018 angst obsessed phase.

and again, with the eddsworld community being so... unhealthy, for young developing minds and vulnerable people, you seriously should not feel ashamed for making mistakes as benign as making an edgy fanfic on fanfiction.net. for real the only thing happening right now is sharing stuff that was happening around that time because the state of the fandom was ghoulish and showcasing things that were considered acceptable and wholly encouraged by the community that the modern fandom can easily recognise as being what they are, inappropriate, harmful, unhealthy, etc. youre totally fine dude!

[2bhankfan]

i have yet to completely understand some of the bigger figures in MadCom, such as Auditor and Sheriff, but also 2bdamned? but i know there’s a lot of stuff about him that’s so painfully overshadowed by fanon based on the first episode he was featured in, being Dedmos where everyone made him ‘grumpy grandpa,’ and sure that’s cute for character interactions and i AGREE that he’d be pissed off at others for fucking around but it just never breaks past a surface level. i think the reason it’s kinda hard though (since im a victim of this as well) is that it’s hard to properly characterize if you aren’t making something long like a fanfic or a comic.

i do really like how he’s arrogant in a way that he just thinks he’s better than you in such an asshole way and like the worst thing is he’s not exactly WRONG either, the sort of power he has is unremarkable really. the worst part though is how he goes about displaying his arrogance, it’s not some sly thing that he does he will actually straight up TAUNT you (Calling sanford + deimos noobs for getting themselves caught, “AGENDA: / -LOL / -DUMBASS / signed, Big D(issenter)”). when jeb mentions how doc’s experiments are “Ghoulish” he retaliates by saying “well YOU weren’t complaining when i was putting you back TOGETHER, thanks to those ‘ghoulish experiments’ youre complaining about” which jeb just kind of replies with “shut up >:( doesnt matter.” so he’s, again, the arrogant guy who loooves being right. i think he’s annoying and awful. i love him. my username stands