#ive lived in this town my whole life and for most of my life all those buildings have been abandoned and run down

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lover - MS47

pairings: mick schumacher x wordle!reader (fc: savannah delullo + pintrest)

summary: micks girlfriend always relates everything in her life to the three things she loves most; taylor swift, wordle and her boyfriend

authors note: this is probably one of the most niche things ive ever made but i absolutely love sav and her wordle content and i also love mick so why not put those together?? i dont even know how i thought of this but here it is😭

authors note 2: doesnt have all the pictures i wanted, but i needed this to be one part so i had to shorten it a bit. i ended up mainly using pintrest photos, but that was only because the sav photos i planned to use ended up being in posts i couldnt make due to the 30 picture limit. i actually think this is my favorite smau ive done so i hope you enjoy

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and everytime i look at you, its like the first time

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user11: beach being the wordle today was perfect pinned

yourusername: can confirm i was very happy

mickschumacher: good pictures...must be a pretty cool photographer😂

yourusername: ehh took some practice but he learnt from the best!😉

user82: you guys are so cute

user9: micks looking more and more like his dad everyday :')

user4: im so obessed with your tiktoks

user49: favorite wordle player

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you got that long hair, slicked back, white tshirt, and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

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user55: officially my favorite couple

user20: dont know who i want to be more

user32: so so cute

mickschumacher: 💚💚💚

user2: i love that she always includes that days wordles in her posts

user72: and if she can, she will relate it to a taylor lyric and make that her caption

user60: and she always tries to match the pictures to the word

user46: are those his dads glasses☹️

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youre a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town🎞️

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user8: micks smile AHHHHH

user92: im so obsessed with this post

user902: he looks SO GOOD

user65: i cant bresthe omg

mickschumacher: my favourite photographer

yourusername: my favourite muse

user7: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

user51: no bcs you just dont understand

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✨i can still make the whole place shimmer✨

HOLY WHAT IS MY LIFE??? so much happened within the span of a night and im in shock. first, TAYLOR SWIFT?? next SWIFT WORDLE ANSWER?? ON THE DAY OF MY CONCERT?? then I GOT THE 22 HAT?? EXACTLY 10 YEARS AFTER THE LAST PICTURE TOOK PLACE?? also lets all appreciate how good both taylor and mick look!!!!

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user4: YOU GOT THE HAT? IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

user6: you deserve the hat so much!!

user67: what was your reaction to the wordle?

yourusername: i actually did it in the stadium while waiting for taylor, i started freaking out i was so happy😭

user13: love your outifts! did you make both of them?

yourusername: i made micks and he made mine☺️

yourfriend2: im glad you both had fun

yourusername: mwah 💋

mickschumacher: thank you for choosing me to go with you

yourusername: why wouldnt i take my favorite person to see my other favorite person??

mickschumacher: love you

yourusername: love you🩵

user5: the IT couple

user85: i love seeing mick getting involved with her interests :(

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we could let our friends crash in the living room

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user56: oh my god oh my god

user52: theyre literally living taylor swift lyrics

user75: i cant cope

user79: THEY HAD A SLEEPOVER?? WITH THEIR GRID FRIENDS??

user20: seb definitly spun the wheel in twister

user59: definitly had a drink with him aswell😭

lewishamilton: thanks for having us💜

yourusername: always welcome with us lewis🩵

mickschumacher: can i go where you go?

yourusername: can we always be this closee?

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and at every table, ill save you a seat, lover...

m, you mean more to me than i will ever be able to put into words. the love i feel for you is something so special it feels wrong to just say 'i love you', it doesnt do it justice. you are my entire being and nothing i say or do will even amount to the way you make me feel

3 years ago, forever felt scary, forever felt terrifying, but how can forever be enough now? how will i ever have enough time with you? how will i ever have enough time to love you?

i would say 'take me out and take me home' but no matter where you take me i will always be home if im with you🏠

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mickschumacher: my one and only

yourusername: my lifeline

mickschumacher: forever with you sounds perfect

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: attack description, clicker attack, nightmares, anxiety, wound description, angst, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, swearing, mentions and descriptions of gun use, near death experience (if u can’t handle the game don’t read)

HAPPY LAST OF US DAY!!!

a/n ive played tlou 3x and tlou2 2x (going through my second round rn) so shut up pls i dont want any of the ‘you only like joel bc hes pedro’ fr come on ive been playing this game since i was 12. (i’m not like other girls 🥵) jackson joel just does something to me mmmm. wrote this nov 18 ‘22 saved for today

Don’t forget 9PM EST on HBO Max

summary Y/N gets attacked by a clicker during an intense time with Joel

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You could feel the air escaping your lungs at a dangerous rate. The rifle at your side slammed against your thigh as you kept running. The thick forest was just as you remembered it; wet, cold, and dark.

You were outnumbered. Mostly runners, but you spotted a few clickers. The brush on the forest floor wasn’t helping. Your heavy breathing and the sloshing of your boots against the snowy ground were making too much noise.

Where the fuck was Ellie?

3 bullets. Rifle was empty, spent that on some sharp shooting up the hill on some runners you and Ellie found in the town. How stupid were you? Those were an easy kill with a knife. But your childish games on who could get the best headshot left you empty.

Your heart dropped as the rock formation appeared. It was too high. It covered the forest like the earth split into two. That is when you came to terms, and you had to come to it quickly.

You were going to die.

Soon enough, the first runner appeared. Easy kill. One down, maybe 7 to go?

Where the fuck was Ellie?

The next one came. Two down. Three at a time now? A fucking clicker followed them? You wished the brush was tall enough to hide in.

It was useless fighting off three runners at a time with a clicker on their heels. This was it. Death.

The stone wall was cool against your backside. You hugged your knees to your chest as you pulled out your handgun.

At least the clicker would have a good meal.

Shot- one down. Shot- another. The clicker sped up. Shot, wounded but not dead. Quick slice with the knife. Dead.

The shrieking screams of the clicker engulfed your senses as the monster came running at you. It’s flailing arms we’re the last thing you were prepared to see.

You felt the hands on your shoulder. Dead hands of a monster, unspeakable to most. The hands grabbed your shoulders, but no bite came.

Just blinding white noise and a splatter on your face.

You had convinced yourself you were dead. You would never see anyone again. You had died the same death as your father years prior. The death that left you alone.

“Dad?” you managed to mutter out.

The white noise turned into ringing as two hands held your shoulder and shook you.

“Y/N? Y/N please, are you okay?”

Ellie.

“Maria I found her! Here!”

Cloth material wiped over your eyes and they opened. Ellie, splattered with blood stood in front of you with the most panicked look you had ever seen on the girls face.

“Your okay!” she yelled at you, wrapping her arms around you.

Sitting besides you two was the headless clicker that should have killed you.

***

You should be dead. Get this horrible life over with. Dead with your father, with the mother you never knew. Living a life without this disease, these creatures. Free of pain.

When you woke up in the medical wing you were pretty sure almost the whole town was there. You felt like an item on display at a museum. Looking over all the eyes, you most definitely were not searching for his. The whole reason you volunteered to go out with Ellie that day instead of Dina. And of course, he was not there. Why would he be?

“She’s awake!” someone yelled from the crowd. Every eye in the room seemed to fall on you at once. The nurse pushed past the group of people and went to your side.

“For heavens sake! Get out!” the nurse yelled to the group of onlookers. “Give her some goddamn space.” you heard from the crowd as people started to walk towards the exit.

Everyone wanted a look at the girl who survived a clicker attack.

“Hey,” she said, slowly approaching you and sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Ellie!” you exclaimed, embracing the girl tightly. “What happened?” you asked Ellie, releasing your grip on her and settling back into the bed.

The bond had been there since the day you met her. You always remember the look of the scared little girl on the back of Joel’s horse when they first entered Jackson. The bond you two had helped her grow into the person she is now. Ellie had always described you as an older sister. But Ellie was always there for you, and you for her. She was your best friend, platonic soulmate. And a damn good shot.

“I killed it,” she said bluntly. “I-I came at the right time it was about to bite you and- you should have seen it Y/N my shotgun did a number on that thing.”

“A-am I infected?” you asked, looking down at your body for the first time. Your tank top was still on, your jacket was missing. Your jeans were covered in dry blood and smelt of pine needles.

“It’s been three days. You got some pretty nasty scratches though. Sick looking if you ask me. Scars of a warrior.” she added, referring to her tattoo.

And that’s when you saw them. The claw marks were sewn shut on your left shoulder. Your eyes widened as you began to panic. You began to squirm and the pain set in.

“Hey, hey calm down. She took care of you. Best nurse in town, I made sure.” Ellie said, grabbing your good shoulder and stroking your arm to calm you down.

“The doctors said if your vitals stay stable for the next few hours you can go home. Dina and I cleaned up the place for you,” Ellie smiled, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What have people been saying?” you asked, holding her hand tightly in yours. “That your a hero. You cleared out that building and we found a stash of food that’s going to last for… well, probably a good year. That’s amazing Y/N! They found baby formula for JJ- tons of it. You were right it was the old warehouse.”

A small smile rose to your lips but Ellie could tell what you really wanted to hear about.

What Joel had been saying.

And Joel hasn’t said much. Tommy had told him a brief description in passing of what happened when it was happening. He figured you were dead when they sent out a rescue wagon for you. He even watched as Maria’s horse lead in your body. Ellie was sitting with you in her arms screaming for a nurse, your whole left arm was covered in blood. What was visible of your face was white as a sheet and you weren’t moving. Joel had to silently give up the inkling of what could have been. Hell, you were the first girl who he even considered after his divorce over thirty years ago. It had to end one day and he had to silently agree with it.

“I don’t…” Ellie began, following with a sigh. “Y/N, don’t get yourself worked up over it. It’s not worth it.” Ellie began, knowing her friend too well. “Did he even come and see me?” you asked, looking to Ellie’s eyes. She couldn’t look into yours. She closed her eyes for a quick moment and shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

“Am I a fool?” you asked her. “I’m not sure,” she replied, weary.

The whole reason you went with her instead of Dina was because of Joel. You most definitely could not face him that day after the previous night.

He had knocked on your door a little after nine. He noticed a change in your demeanor today when he came in the room while teaching the some of the kids how to shoot. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Joel felt like he had some responsibility over you to make sure you were always okay because of what happened.

Joel was the one who was with your father when he died.

Sure, he was older than you. You weren’t sure exactly, but he was younger than your father by many years. The attraction from your end started when you saw him drunk off his ass during a celebration dancing with Tommy in the bar. It was the most unconventionally attractive thing, but it flipped some switch in you. When your dad died he taught you how to perfect your aim and kill efficiently. Never crossing any line because you were his dead friend’s daughter. And you were so close to Ellie. Ellie wasn’t too fond of your crush that you confided in her, but she grew to love the idea. Her family.

He came and visited you a little after nine. You were about to slip into bed before you heard the knock on your door. The night was cold and your pajama pants and thin tank top was not cutting it. You invited him inside. He had brought you a tiny gift to lift your mood; a bottle of gin. Your favorite. And you two drank at least half of that bottle of gin. You talked about everything from your father’s death to the time Tommy accidentally washed his clothes with Maria’s pink bra and still has an abundance of pink clothing to this day. The gin was most definitely speaking when you told him how you felt.

And he left.

“Let it go for now- okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and back home.” Ellie reassured you. Nodding your head, you fell back into the cold bed and closed your eyes just wishing it could all go away.

-

Home was empty as it could be. The bottle of gin sat on your coffee table. Your bed was made for the first time in years. Your work station was organized and all of your pens and art supplies were cleaned. You had remembered when Joel gave you those pens, he found them one day and thought of you. Your rifles now hung on your wall. Definitely was Dina’s idea, but you liked it. A tiny gift wrapped in a beige paper with a tiny bit of twine around it sat under your newly mounted rifles.

“Woo hoo. Christmas.” you said to yourself sarcastically. Kneeling down, you opened the package.

Bullets.

For safe keeping, ~Maria

Of course it was from Maria. She always played the mother you never had when she wanted to.

The immense feeling of sleep hit you like a brick wall. I guess being attacked by a clicker and living was a strenuous activity. All you wanted now to do was sleep. Unmaking the nicely folded sheets, you melted back into your bed. The sun was setting in your window and the horses were coming in for the day. You could hear them trotting past your window. You wondered if Joel was just feet away. It was what now… Thursday? You couldn’t remember if he still did the Thursday shift or if he switched with someone else. Who cares, sleep was creeping up slowly and the thought of Joel set you out cold.

The forest was blacker than usual. Without a doubt, you recognized where you were. Running again. All you seemed to do was run now these days. Taking a brief look back while you ran through the forest, you stopped as you realized a whole hoard of clickers were just at your heels. You didn’t have time to react. They were on you ripping your flesh off your body. The dream never seemed to end. You felt each bite and tear of your flesh until-

“Y/N!” Maria screamed, shaking you awake and still being mindful of your wound. “Fuck!” you screamed, sobbing into her arms. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you continued, squirming in bed as she held you.

Your door was wide open and it was now pitch black out. The screams alerted security, and they called for a search of the town. Tommy quickly found the source of the screams and sent Maria in.

Standing outside your door was Tommy, peering in on the sight of his wife with you.

“Gather people. She needs to be watched.” Maria commanded Tommy as she held your shaking body. Too many people had left their homes now to look at the scene and disrupted the peaceful night.

-

Ellie sat with your head in her lap, slowly stroking your hair trying to get you to fall asleep. “Don’t worry. Nobody in this town will let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The whole previous night you didn’t sleep. You stared at your wall and just thought. And that whole day you delved yourself in drawings you hadn’t finished or poems you had the inspiration for. Took a shower. You looked through your closet and picked out a fresh outfit. You tried all the little things that usually worked on your old self, but your old self was gone.

That bottle of gin sat on your coffee table and haunted you throughout the day as well. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, or the mindset to drink it. So there it sat. Pitiful.

You were at a loss for words. No words could describe the immense amount of pain re living that memory caused last night.

Ellie began to hum a tune. It was sweet and reminded you of something innocent. Your eyes began to get heavy. “You ready?” she asked, fluffing up your pillow. Reluctantly, you shook your head yes.

The absolute end was there and tiredness finally seeped in. Distraught sleep left and peaceful sleep took its place.

Ellie dimmed your lamp and smoothed the covers on your bed. It reminded you of the time you took care of Ellie years ago when she was sick. “Sweet dreams,” she said, giving your forehead a brief kiss.

Mumbling was heard outside your door, but you didn’t care.

The field was beautiful. Finally, peace. The flowers stemmed beautifully and the sun shown down on your face. Your hands ran through the fresh green grass. Laying in the rays, you suddenly felt the field get smaller. Sitting up, you realized the sun had disappeared and the field was getting smaller and smaller by the second. The sudden edge of a forest was getting closer and closer. And then with one blink you were back. The forest erected around you. You were back.

“No, no…” he heard from your house. Joel’s interest peaked from the grounds left in his coffee mug to the silent struggles in your bedroom. He lifted himself off your porch chair and looked through your window. You were writhing in bed.

“Ellie!” you let out the first yell. It was so loud that it startled Joel to his core and began a flight of panic. Joel didn’t hesitate to burst your door open. “Ellie don’t leave!” you yelled again.

“Hey,” he said softly, patting your shoulder. A loud groan of pain came from your lips. Joel’s heart sank as the feelings on guilt he felt for letting you go on patrol that day set in once again.

“Y/N!” he whisper yelled, yanking your body over to face him. Your eyes shot open. Ripped from the dream into another one.

You looked him up and down. This wasn’t real. It was another dream. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shut them tight, praying you would wake up somewhere else.

“It was a bad dream,” he whispered, resting his hand on your thigh. His thumb patiently rubbed your thigh as your breathing sped up. Your legs matched up perfectly, knees facing him. Your face was buried in your hands that were now grasping at your eyes.

“Stop it,” Joel hissed, grabbing your manic hands tightly. “This isn’t real,” you cried out, sobs following it.

His heart seemed to break into a million pieces when you started to full on cry. The last time he dealt with a crying girl it was Ellie. Wait- no, maybe it was Sarah. He honestly wasn’t sure, but it was most definitely years ago.

“Everything is alright. I know how it is. I-I didn’t sleep for a few days after my first clicker encounter. Those things are nasty fuckers.” he said, his hand returning to your thigh trying to soothe you. He was clueless on what he was supposed to do.

At this point, you realized you weren’t dreaming. He was here. His hand was on your thigh. He was sitting on your bed. You were in a tank top that cut a little too low for your liking.

Your teary eyes looked up and met his. He hadn’t moved his gaze off of your face. He gave you a soft reassuring smile.

Joel cursed himself for letting his feelings creep back in. This was wrong anyways, he felt sick any time he thought about you. The pit of his stomach couldn’t handle it much more, he had pretty much forgotten about you (as much as he would like to admit). But when Tommy assigned him second watch of you that night, he just knew it had trouble written all over it.

“Go back to sleep now. Pretty girls need their beauty sleep.” he said, instantly regretting it.

That line worked on Sarah, but in a whole different way with a much different meaning. He wanted to suck back in the words as fast as he said them.

Letting a tense breathe go, he steadied himself on your bed frame and made his way to the door.

He had made his way to the door as you spoke.

“Joel?”

His hand stopped his motion as it rested on the top of your door frame.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.

“W-will you stay? Just for a little bit.” you said, stuttering as you realized how large his body was compared to your door.

He paused. “I suppose.”

You moved your legs so he would have enough room to sit next to you. You heard his knee crack as he sat down on the low rise bed. His legs sat upward as he leant a hand behind your legs to steady himself.

“I’m sorry.” you said. It had to be said, what better time than now? “I don’t want to hear your apologies.” he huffed. “It was inappropriate.” you spit out again. “No- Y/N, stop. Please.” he asked. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. Every time I sleep I go… back there. I can’t.” you whimpered. He sighed, groaning and wiping his brow.

“What would you like me to do about it? I can’t do anything.”

“Stay.”

Joel was left confused on how your calmness met his angry tone. He knew you well, he was surprised you weren’t screaming in his face. You didn’t take shit. You were being patient for once in your life.

Oh, how you’ve changed since the attack.

“I’m here. What more do you want from me?” he asked. His tone had extra edge of anger to it that was fueled with a faint passion.

In the darkness, you reached for his hand. It was coarse and dry, with many various scars and callouses you could feel just with a slight touch. He instinctively pulled back a bit, but gave in within the second. Wrapping your fingers with his, you places his hand back on your thigh.

“Y/N I-”

“The thing you were doing before on my leg. It was nice.”

“Oh,” he said, defeating the original thought from his head. His thumb began slowly moving in circles once again.

You were showing him what you needed.

He watched as your sad face closed your eyes and sighed. You felt safe for the first time in days.

Joel felt the pit in his stomach widen and fully consume him. The girl who practically raised Ellie from when she arrived; his dead friend’s daughter; one of the best damn killers in all of Jackson; Y/N. God, he was in so much trouble with his morals.

“I’m too far deep in this shit,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him. “What?” you asked.

“I can’t…” he said, beginning to shake his knee up and down. “What?” repeated yourself in a confused tone.

His strong body swept over yours. He grabbed your shoulder ever so softly and perched you in his arms. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

No initiative had to be made besides the movement of your lips against his. Your hand wrapped itself in his hair, playing softly as he held your back strongly. A slight moan came from his lips that he instantly regretted when you accidentally tugged ever so slightly on his graying strands of hair. For the split second that you two separated gasping for air, he pulled you tighter.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been fighting this,” he whispered on your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” you sighed, staring back at his scruffy face.

Joel came back to his senses. He felt different. He could never go back to the same person he was a minute ago. His world revolved around something new. No more obsessing over patrol and how to appease Tommy. No more worrying over how Ellie could handle herself. No more worrying about his aching joints and the fear of getting older. Something new became the center of his universe. He had folded.

The girl laying in his arms who now rested her head against his chest.

“You really need sleep darlin’,” he sighed. You sighed in resistance.

“You want me to stay?” he asked, looking down at your exhausted face.

“Please.”

You moved over in your bed as he made himself comfortable. Joel never realized how much larger he was than you until he slept with you in his arms.

You layed on his chest as one arm wrapped around your shoulders. His hand rested comfortably on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” you whispered. He placed a small kiss on your head. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, making yourself more comfortable in his embrace. The only sound in the room was your soft breathing.

“Go to sleep now. Your safe with me, my sweet girl.”

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Relativity Falls AU (except its my take on it that ive decided to share to the world instead of working on college hw.)

first my ideas were inspired on these comics & this thread.

mabel pines switches places with stanley pines. dipper mason pines switches places with stanford pines.

mabel & mason were very close growing up, & they had planned to always stick together! maybe even create their own show growing up! fast forward, mason gets an offer from a big time college that would have him going around the world to conduct scientific research! mason checks if mabel is okay with this, & seeing how excited her brother is she tells him she supports him! he prepares a whole project & paper, but evidently overworks himself to where hes passed out & mabel is able to take a peak at it. she looks over his work, feeling proud but the pit of being upset at the possibility of being left behind she ends up somehow (havent worked out this detail) messing up a part of the project. she panics & tries to fix it, thinking she did she leaves it be & goes to bed.

next day when mason shows the project, it isnt fixed & is in fact messed up & he loses the opportunity of his first choice college. he finds glitter (instead of toffee as in canon) & connects it back to mabel. he goes home & confronts mabel, they end up arguing over the misunderstanding before mason leaves upset. their dad finds out what mabel did & ends up kicking her out. she ends up leaving, knowing shes made everyone upset she doesnt say goodbyes.

when mason comes back, he panics at mabel being gone & tries to search for her. he is convinced by their parents that shes fine & decided to leave on her own & they are still in contact with her (they are not). he barely accepts this, but focuses back on school. he ends up going to his second choice college, but rushes through it all without making any friends & wanting to be able to go conduct research studies as soon as possible. he travels a bit until he finds the strange & unusual gravity falls, the most interesting research opportunity he has landed on.

flash back to mabel, who is struggling to get by but doing her best to sell art & sweaters she creates, but without a ton of money it makes getting materials difficult over time. she worries about mason, but shes convinced hes fine & doesnt need her.

masons research in gravity falls is going great! he begins a journal, marking it with the big dipper first, then the pine tree, then his last with a pine tree & a shooting star bookmark. he even meets pacifica northwest, a girl who lives in the northwest mansion that has had the name passed down to her. he does a job for her, & seeing his bravery & care makes her want to work with him, so they end up researching together! however, mason hits a block in his research as he tries to share his findings & convince the people of gravity falls the anomalies hes found are real, which fails as he only scares people. while searching for more answers he finds a summoning for the oracle. he summons the oracle, but she doesnt appear until a dream. she tells him that she is a teacher, a caretaker, & sees his efforts on trying to help the people of gravity falls see the reality of their town. she tells him she is unable to have a physical form, as her universe was destroyed by a past prophecy, but if he builds a portal then she would be able to enter his world & help him.

mason convinced, makes a deal with the oracle & begins building the portal with pacifica, until there is an accident. pacifica sees whats really behind the portal, destruction. she warns dipper that this project will kill him if he doesnt stop it now, & he needs to choose between the portal (the oracle) or a normal life with her. after contemplating, dipper chooses life & tells the oracle the deal is off & is able to see the rip in the universe, destruction as pacifica told him. the oracle is furious, & ends up driving mason to paranoia trying to force him to continue the portal. mason decides he needs to hide his research & journals & ends up calling for mabel.

mabel gets a letter from mason, hopeful. this is it. her brother wants her back in his life. he needs her. she ends up in gravity falls to see her paranoid induced brother who shows her this portal. he tells her he needs her, needs her to take his journal & go as far away as possible. distraught, mabel begins an argument with mason & they fight as she tries to destroy his journal. mason accidentally burns mabel. mabel tells mason what her reality has really been for the past 10 years & mason realizes he has been lied to by his parents. he goes to hug her, but she ends up pushing him back & he ends up falling into the portal.

mabel then spends 30 years trying to get mason back, deceiving the town of her identity as the scientist hidden in the woods & begins a sci-fi mystery shop. she had help from pacifica for a while trying to bring the portal back up & running, but over time pacifica slowly gaslights herself & secludes herself in her mansion where she grows cold & reclusive. nothing seems to change in her life, until she meets stan & ford pines, her nephews….

more small bits of switcharoos: pacifica does switch with fiddleford mcgucket! fiddleford still comes to gravity falls, his family either buying land or on vacation or taking care of the lake for the summer. fiddleford & emma may (fiddlefords wife in canon) take candy & grendas place where they are friends with the twins. candy & grenda still exist though & are mabels friends! dan & wendy switch, but instead of ford having a crush on him he sees him as “a normal masucline teen” & wants to be like him so badly, wants to be seen as normal until he realizes its okay for him to be himself. budd gleeful & gideon switch, but budd instead of having a crush on stan is actually just conning him & pretending to be his friend while gideon still has a crush on mabel & shows this when mabel visits him since their kids are getting along (i havent decided if gideon still wants the journals or budd does). waddles switches with a possum that stan has.

the oracle & bill switch, bill is someone that mason meets while in dimensions. bills dimension still exists since he is able to make his world see in 3D now & is the prince of his world! he finds masons family fascinating (ford even moreso with his 6 fingers) & decides to give him some help to defeating the oracle when he gets back…

these are all the ideas i have for now on world building. feel free to give ur own ideas or ask questions or correct anything! this is otherwise mostly for me in case i decide to write or draw anything for this au, but i hope anyone who reads enjoys my take!

[julia4today]

the return of arthur pendragon - angst?? PT. 1

this is basically purely backstory, i needed to get something outtt (merlin x arthur)

a/n: this is probably the longest thing I've ever written. +I wrote this on a computer so everything is capitalized n stuff. and i want to say that im really sorry this is delayed and also the first thing ive posted in like two months. that's really on me. additionally, i have a reader x hobie fic coming out soon.

if you have sent me a request I WILL get to it, some may require more research and brain power. announcments: i have an ao3 (i havent posted anything on it though) pendragonco

Most imagine the afterlife to be a wonderland full of radiant flora and a deity only decided by yourself. A place where you may live out the years you never got to experience. But you would be wrong.

The truth is far more complex. It is a realm where echoes of your past deeds and dreams intertwine with the fabric of eternity. Time flows differently, like a river winding through the core of memories and contrition, where every choice made in life reverberates on the very existence of the universe. There are no simple paradises or solitary deities here, but rather a tapestry of existence woven from the threads of every life that comes before and leads after yours.

However, to Arthur Pendragon, both definitions seem untrue. It almost taunts him with how easy they make being dead seem to a new generation of the dead and the living.

To King Arthur, the afterlife is a treacherous wasteland, where the dead seemed unnaturally content despite their recent quietus. All he could do was curse his demise and all the unfulfilled ambitions that haunted him. He wondered about his darling Guinevere, how she fared, now tasked with ruling Camelot in his stead. He thought of the fate bestowed upon Gaius, the man he had trusted implicitly, who now carried the weight of the living through Pendragon's legacy.

But above all, his thoughts always returned to Merlin. A man he had once known. A man he had once trusted. Arthur imagined Merlin. Perhaps Merlin was so grief-stricken he never used his power again? Maybe he avenged the death of his king. For all Arthur knows, Merlin himself could've died, he too could have been cursed to this desolate ether. 

In reality, the world broke. His world broke. The once and future king, the man destined to unite the land of Albion, through magic and none, is now dead. Merlin, day after day, ran his last moments over. Cursing himself for the way Arthur left this world. If he had just listened to Kilgaraah if he had heeded his advice. If he had disposed of Mordred the first time they had met, the King would stand before him long after. No war would have ensued, and Camelot would no longer be in strife with war.

The day his death was announced to the citizens was a dismal one. Clouds cast over the town square, and the whole of the city gathered to hear the words from the queen herself. Gwen and Merlin stand where Arthur had stood just weeks prior. Where Arthur had announced war, Gwen shall announce the outcome of such a thing. 

“My dearest citizens of Camelot,” Her voice wavers. “It is with a heavy heart that I make this declaration. Our beloved king, Arthur Pendragon, has fallen in battle. The king lives no more. His bravery and dedication to our kingdom will forever be remembered. Let us unite in mourning his loss and uphold his legacy with strength and resilience. May his soul find an eternal peace” A long silence befalls Camelot. The only noise was the occasional strangled sob. Coming from townsmen and nobles alike. The knights stood on only one knee. Taking their solemn oath to the King to heart.

In the months that followed the death of the King, Merlin withdrew into solitude, seeking solace in the quiet corners of Camelot and the vast expanses of the surrounding countryside. Memories of Arthur haunted him—laughter shared over campfires, battles fought side by side, and the unspoken bond of friendship that had defined their lives. He found himself replaying every moment, every decision, wondering if there had been a different path—one that could have spared Arthur's life.

In the privacy of his chambers, Merlin poured over ancient texts and scrolls, searching for clues, signs, anything that might point the way to Arthur's return. His magic, once hidden away in fear of persecution, now burned within him with a fierce intensity—a testament to the depth of his devotion and determination. He thought of his previous journey with Arthur, a trip in which Arthur came back fuming at Uther. A trip where they had met with Ygraine, Arthur's mother.

He wonders what spell Morgause had used to conjure the image. Whether or not the image was manipulated, didn't matter so much to Merlin. If he could only see Arthur one last time. One more day. If he could apologize for his secrecy, if he pledged his allegiance to the king, if he could promise to carry out whatever plan Arthur had for Camelot, he would be content. Merlin had believed that if he could just find the right spell, he could bring back the king. Even if only for a short period.

Deciding this was easy for Merlin. Evoking Arthurs image not so much.

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OKAY, i promise i will get part two out soon. my hobie fic comes out on sunday so

@maumnuu - this is mainly for you :p

[redspacegirl]

UPP OC BACKSTORY AND STUFF TIME!!! (plus occasional doodles)

plenty of this is spitballing, so i haven't fully cemented anything. it's all a bunch of yapping, so I'll put a tldr at the bottom to explain it in simpler terms lol. anyways,,,

Oakley moved to Deadwood when she was about 12. Right before the beginning of her 7th grade year. I feel like she definitely went down the fnaf to ghost hunting pipeline. I don't even know if that's a real pipeline, but it was for me. So she basically knew all the terms and stuff.

from what i can tell, upp was just a bunch of kids that liked ghost hunting, though ive seen the idea of all the kids in upp having ghost themed powers, kinda like wiwis but not as,,, wiwi. ill talk more about it later.

Despite knowing a bit about ghost hunting, Oakley would never have done it before. She lived in a highly populated area, not too far from the coast and one of Prime's big cities (I'm thinking near new haven, but NH might not be on the coast). There weren't any super old buildings in bike-riding distance for Oakley to explore. Plus one big thing with ghost hunting is that you dont! go! alone! (i'm really really tempted to make a post on how will maybe did this and it lead to him falling off a cliff. idk). Anyways, she's very skeptical of the actual existence of ghosts. This is one of the times I'm pulling out of my own life for that. If you've ever watched Buzzfeed Unsolved, she's Shane. She does think ghost hunting is very cool, however. (it makes sense to me, as a person who is a skeptic irl)

As I said earlier, she moved right before the beginning of 7th grade. She moved with her mom to live with her nana. There's a couple reasons for this. 1) Ol' nana silvia was up there in age, her mom wanted to keep an eye on her an all that. 2) If you can imagine, rent prices right outside of New Haven are expensive as fuck. And nothing beats the 2 acre backyard that Oakley's mother, Mae, grew up with. Like,,, sure the place was a little freaky, but that's most old places anyways.

So they move. Oakley is lowkey highkey pissed about the move. She understands, mostly, but she *really* doesn't want to move, obviously. Aside from the fact that she'd be leaving her friends behind, she's been on plenty of trips to Deadwood. That place is freaky. Mae convinces her that it's not really that bad, the house is old, it just needs some renovating.

obviously thats not the case. oakley continues being pretty much oblivious to the ghosts, blaming it on some weird noises or something until she finally comes face to face with one.

for my ideas on the whole ghost sight stuff. I like the idea that being able to see ghosts, even a little bit, is somewhat common in Deadwood. an idea i thought was funny is that Oakley could just,,, hear the ghosts *really* well. hence why she can be such a skeptic while everyone else is like "WHAT THE FUCK IS THTATTTTTT". otherwise, her being a ghost beacon would be really funny. like she walks in a room and the ghosts in said room are able to interact with people/objects or talk more. finally, she could just have normal sight idk.

Around the current point in PD, she's just graduated high school. I think she ended up staying in town for one reason or another. I have a few ideas. I think by the time she graduated, she still didn't fully know what she wanted to do, hence why she stayed home. She's currently 19 ish, taking college courses online while she keeps and eye on her mother and the nearby ghosts. She probably still hangs around the upp who stayed around. Probably will come up with more stuff in the future.

OTHER STUFF: -She skateboards, though Deadwood is a lot of gravel roads, so it's kind of difficult -draws a bunch. if you didn't see my other post about her, she draws on her pants and whatnot. -she paints her nails on occasion before forgetting about them and letting them chip before she repaints them months later -she was that kid that always said "im leaving this town right after i graduate." (me core) -indecisive as hell -can be pretty sarcastic, to the point it gets annoying sometimes. she tones it down as she gets older.

TLDR: Girl with ghost sight moves to live with her grandma in 7th grade, realizes she has some sort of ghost sight, shenanigans ensue.

[valtsv]

hi! i mean this genuinely and i hope it isnt rude to ask, totally feel free to ignore if you prefer not to answer! but ive been wondering, what makes you seemingly so attached to your polish heritage? as a polish person myself, who has lived in poland their whole life, i just find it interesting, because i find that im almost... ashamed of my own nationality. im sure you are aware that poland isnt the most progressive, especially with the current government, and it is in many ways far behind many other european countries. again, i mean no disrespect to you and also im literally polish myself so its just a lot of conflicting feelings, and it makes me curious to see an immigrant who seems to talk about the country mostly positively. (also im sorry about the situation with your family, i hope you get to come here on your own at some point! <3)

oh yeah no i totally get you, i feel ashamed of how backwards and bigoted the country can be and i'm not some kind of proud nationalist who'll defend its ugliness. and i worry sometimes that i'll make people feel unsafe or uncomfortable by mentioning my heritage because of that. i suppose i'm just attached to the way i feel like i'm home when i'm there, in the town i was born in and the places i've visited. i'm attached to the good memories i have of the food and culture and scenery and people i've encountered who made it a beautiful place to live. and a lot of my family were wiped out during ww2, so i guess i'm attached to being alive and proof that they failed to destroy us completely? but i definitely don't think it's all sunshine and roses and pretty stereotypes.

[polyhexian]

Ive been wanting to know what you think about the possibility of alajasrius VERY FAR INTO THE FUTURE most likely if ever even possible, it took the aladarius ship 4 YEARS to be just hinted at becoming canon. Jasper is a very complicated character, he and Darius love eachother a lot but he also just HATES him he cant not, he ignored his baby for his whole life and only regretted it later on and after everything had gone down. All of his emotions are extremes. Alador and Darius have always just had a Thing, I could see Alador and Darius slowly getting closer and Als just wondering what the situationship with that jasper guy and darius is?? Their entire relationships just forever screwed and it just SUCKS for them! Everyones trying their very best (for Hunter of course)

Jasper needs a support system so badly, too, the most recent chapter was such a perfect example of that

god you know before i got to post canon eventually i was like "this is the one where im finally pulling the trigger on alajasrius" but ive now made darius and jasper so unbelievably obsessed with each other i forgot to even mention alador existing.

yeah i need to actually WRITE it but i have notes on it. luz took one look at hunter and said "my brother now" and i wanted to show thats a trait she picked up from her mother lol, camila takes one look at this fucking walking disaster and shes like "my brother now" or, well. friend, you know. its for the bit. but shes takes a distinct interest in "get out of your stupid cave and come to wine and soap opera night" vibes. i mean, hes her sons dad, and like, i think its hard for a parent not to sympathize on some level with him as a parent so fucking desperate to keep his baby safe. and like shes also been in a position where she lost luz, and she lost her because she failed to provide her a life she could live in. and she could have died because of it. and now luz is living with someone else, a new parent she found, because thats where shes happiest and healthiest and because she loves her she has to let her go live that life shes actually happy living. and SHE is parenting a kid now whose parent is in a similar position. he cant provide him a life where hes safe and happy so hes found a new parent. in another dimension, even. and again like. luz gets her overwhelming empathy from her mom. theres this guy here and hes suffering and sad and he has absolutely no one. she moved out here with her son and her husband and her husband died and she didnt know anyone in town and. she was just alone. she didnt have a support structure or friends or help. just a kid she grew farther and farther apart from. nobody was there for her then and shes damn well not going to watch someone go through something similar when shes right there and can do something about it.

also she doesnt really like darius either because of how he treated hunter in the past and shes not particularly a fan of the fact hunter lives there sometimes and she kinda thinks he should fuck off so they can complain about him together

[kewpidity]

i keep meaning to send you this and i keep forgetting omg HERE is your formal invitation [ in fact. a plead ] to ramble about your thoughts on agilink

hmmmMMMMM okay okay okay thank you for this opportunity it took a bit for me to get to it cause i realized that Literally ive never actually talked about/explained my thoughts and feelings about them to someone else in detail??? so it took me a minute to collect my thoughts jkfds

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So Basically while i love it in the original canon context, there is a bit that needs to be explained first:

i have a big head canon that agitha is in fact a fairy, the child of a great fairy, that abandoned her and her father, who died when she was v v young

her father had a banker that handles her estate and gives her a little pension until she becomes an adult and can fully inherit her fortune, and thats the explanation i have for why she's so young and already living by herself

beyond that, she's a v lonely girl who doesnt really seem to get on with anybody in town, the only other npc that talks about her really is the guy thats always peering through her window, and it seems he's afraid of her, or thinks she's weird

i chalk this up to otherwordly heritage, but even just within the context of the canon its pretty clear that people either fear her or are at least uncomfortable with the way she acts, and her hobbies

and then there's link, who is open and eager to help, even if its something silly like collecting bugs (which is of course not silly to her at all), he never balks when she acts off putting

on his part of course link is used to dealing with kids, he's the village babysitter after all (which is a bit problematic to play into a ship but what can ya do lmao) but she's also not really. like the kids he would look after? even without the fairy stuff, she's one of those 'aged beyond her years' types, thats just what happens when you're taking care of yourself and living alone most of your life, you dont develop normally and it makes you simultaneously too old and too young (maybe much like being 17 or so and suddenly finding yourself with the fate of the entire world resting on your shoulders 👀)

so now let's talk about link and what the plot would do to him! something that i like about tp link is that he's one of the older versions we get to play as, and he also feels v much like he has an active, established life and a community he's a part of, he has responsibilities to and cares about the people he lives with, which makes it feel all the more heart breaking when he's ripped away from it because of being the chosen hero, cause even after everything, and During everything, his experiences because of the plot are going to make him a fundamentally different person, he Came Back Different if you will, and by the end of the game midna leaves, he has no personal connection with zelda in this specific version, and he feels a bit out of place even now when he returns home, he feels v much alone in this world now even after he starts to settle again

on top of that, when he's in his wolf form, everybody is afraid of him. and on a logical level he does understand that of Course theyd be afraid and of Course they wouldnt recognize him, but on an exhausted and traumatized level, it hurts him v deeply when people he's known his whole life are afraid of him

except for agitha, in fact she isnt phased by him being a wolf at All, and i think that must surely be a comfort to him

i think one of the most likely scenarios for them getting closer over all is that maybe he gets injured as a wolf, and doesnt have anywhere he can go where they wont be chased away, so he ends up going to agitha's house to try and rest up in a safe place, scratches at her door and all, and she does in fact let him in because she's not afraid of him (this is contingent on the fact that for whatever reason he cant turn back human at the moment, its been a while since ive played the game and i dont quite remember how it works so bear with me here lol) which leads him to trust her more in his human form as well, and they get closer over time because of it

she'll of course figure out link and the wolf she lets in sometimes are one in the same eventually but i'll have to iron out the details a little more for all that

so i guess at the end of the day, the appeal to me for agitha and link is that by the end of it all, they're both out there isolated by circumstance and can seek comfort in each other, even after the dust of the story settles

have some disjointed Thoughts™️ that have been circling in my head for years:

Thought One:

as the Agitha Expert, while everybody else is making dirty jokes about her liking the way it feels to be pinched by a beetle, i know that she's Stimming, so there is a scenario in my mind that plays out where one day while she's pinning insects as she does, she starts putting the pins in her fingers and palms, not enough to hurt or even bleed (think like acupuncture), she's not really thinking about it, she's just Feeling (in the case of her being a fairy, its not just the Autism, its a matter of like. 'i feel disconnected from the things and people around me, this is my life but this is not my body, and these pins are a grounding sensation' sorta thing (so still also the autism but with Extra Flavor ljkfds))

and link walks in to bring her a new bug and obviously is thrown off guard about it. they dont really say anything, but he comes over and takes her hand and v carefully removes the pins, and this is a big turning point for them because the thing about link is he always comes across as v brave and unshakable, but here now, while she's not in any danger or even really hurt, his hands as shaking because he's not sure how to approach this situation but he's caring for her regardless, and it really hits her that this is someone not that much older than her that is absolutely just a guy and nobody is taking care of him despite all the care he puts into everybody around him and how scary that is

Thought Two:

if we're explicitly going with the idea of fairy!agitha, she's going to live a long time, and eventually go into the woods to be a greaty fairy probably, so i imagine centuries down the line, another reincarnation of link finds her, and she recognizes him but doesnt Remember him and it fills her with an intense longing and sadness and she doesnt know why but she wants to give him anything he could possibly ask of her

Thought Three:

sometimes when i think about him turning up at her door as a wolf, i think about old myths about werewolves where the only thing that can turn them back into men is their name being called by someone who loved and trusted them and it breaks me all to pieces

one day i wanna write something for them, even if its only vaguely connected drabbles or something

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 1B! MATCH 4 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Ruby Lucas:

she's cool, and a werewolf!

She's a red/big bad wolf combo, she's bi, she gets tragically underused like so many OUaT characters

She’s a werewolf :)

We first see her as Ruby in Storybrooke where she's initially depicted as a fun-loving flirt who spends her nights most likely in a bar while wearing revealing clothes that her grandma disapproves of (and is all in red. Absolutely everything). She lives with her grandma who runs a diner and that's where Ruby works. When Emma wakes up the sleeping town, she tries to leave Granny's and ends up helping in a case that Emma's working on by following her nose. That episode also has her backstory, but when we first see her as Red in the Enchanted Forest, she's confident and helpful and not afraid to use her lycanthropy. But the start of her story has her being an innocent young woman with a love for discovering the world and her boyfriend Peter (of Peter and the Wolf, I guess). She meets Snow while still living with her Granny in her cabin in the woods and takes her in. She's so hopeful - and then she turns into a werewolf and kills Peter (after they all thought he was the werewolf and had chained him to a tree). She is obviously quite traumatized by this and takes off with Snow. But that and her subsequent adventures gives her the growth she needs to be comfortable in her own skin, whether human or wolf. And, when the curse breaks completely, you can see the change in her - she would absolutely walk through fire to help Snow and the other good guys.

Another version where Red Riding Hood also ends up being the Big Bad Wolf. She eats her boyfriend which is sad but she falls in love with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz in like Season 5. Her red cloak is what keeps her in human form which I think is neat. When all the storybook characters are transported to the modern world, she runs a diner with Granny.

She's one of my favorite characters from Once Upon a Time. She's a cool Red Riding hood wolf girl who is bi and has seen like 3 of her love interests and her mother die. She slays very hard so I nominate her. (Also I used to have a crush on her as a kid)

VOTE RUBY LUCAS FROM ONCE UPON A TIME. SHE WAS IGNORED BY THE WRITERS SO MUCH SHE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH. QUEER ICON!!!

Ruby Rose:

She has a scythe that is also a high-impact sniper rifle.

She is literally just based on Red Riding Hood and she's such an amazing character holy heck

Red Riding Hood but with a gun. (Specifically a combination scythe/high-impact sniper rifle called Crescent Rose). Also she's gone through so much she deserves it. She's trying to save the world and keep going despite all the people she's lost. Grew up dreaming of being a hero who fights monsters. She knows life isn't a fairy tale and wants to make it better. Just went through a mental health arc where she had depression from trying to live up to her (presumed dead) mom and from her friend dying for the second time. Killed the Big Bad Wolf with her magic eye powers. Her sister is Goldilocks and her friends are Beauty and Snow White. also I love her &lt;3

She’s the little red riding hood but also a powerful fighter with a massive fucking scythe that is also a sniper rifle and she’s so skrunkly and so gender. Also RWBY’s whole thing (well one of them) is that their characters are all inspired by pre-existing ones from older stories and Ruby’s the main character so like, poster child of ‘character based off [insert relevant fairytale here]’ so I think she deserves to at least get pretty far

Aesthetics, themes, meta, personality and raw coolness.

She is the main character of her show. The most common monster they fight is a type of wolf (its been a while since ive seen it). Her job is to hunt them down before they can eat her. this story is very much about failed fairy tales, many of the side character's inspired arcs end in failure, but (having not seen the most recent bits) Ruby is still going strong, and i really like her cape, rose petals, and use of a scythe.

She is THE RRH character of all time. She has a scythe that's also a gun and she has to be the hero because she's got super rare main character powers. She is my happy girl. Also her mom was Sleeping Beauty and her sister is Goldilocks, and she fights to stop Rapunzel from destroying everything on the world, the gods, and then herself.

Ruby as a character is literally based on little red riding hood! She has a red cape with a hood

the Red trailer is better propaganda than I could ever write

She is a badass with a scythe, inspired by her uncle and fueled by her mother's death and her sense of righteousness

She has a giant scythe

[lucabyte]

HOWDY! *slams pile of papers on the desk* i have Inquiries. OKAY SO-

1.) i know the bridge between infurno and purrgatorio is Ali realizing they cant leave, so like, whats pawradisio???

2.) wtf happens ta Ali durin the 'age ???' section of their design timeline. what type cult stuff do they get involved w and how. its haunting me i needa know

3.) whats with the 3 year memory erasing thing in that one ali purrgatorio relationship chart. Really funny chart ive shared it w a few friends but also im staring intently at it like Huh What O_O

4.) what is mymk's final form? is it gonna be written, a comic, etc?

5.) got any music you associate w any mymk characters/ali? besides like, in canon reasons like Chrome more like any songs/artists/lyrics that remind u of anya em :0??

anyway yeah huge fan! also hope ur vacation's fun!

Hehe hi :)

1. We shall get there when we get there <3 my lips are sealed. Though I will say, there are further books by Dante one can animal-pun the titles of... Though they aren't part of the divine comedy..... (Alludes vaguely to plans that will inevitably take me years)

2. Okay so spoilers for Creature Feature, Ali's home setting (and @samhainian's thing) (because this is all a bit of an open secret) but Ali is, as I've alluded to previously, an Antagonist.

Creature Feature is a real world adjacent setting, set in our modern day, only with all manner of monsters and cryptids living secretly alongside humans. Ali lives in Wraithbrook, a hidden town populated primarily by monsters (albeit, most everyone still upholds a disguise, just in case). Being a (very) small town with an effectively captive population.... The post-high-school ennui tends to set in bad for people. Hope you enjoy the family businesses, kids.

So... This leaves the listless vulnerable. And boy is Ali a bit malleable. A trusted figure in their life takes advantage of this, part of an accellerationist group looking to break these confines, having singled them out as candidate for their most recent attempt to mold a magic user into a weapon to shatter the veil. And, well, if you've got a self-hating isolated guy who is predisposed to a bit of Catholicism already... Why not utilise the concept of the antichrist? They will be bringing a world together, in a way... And when you've been around as long as some immortal librarians have, doing a little bit of time dilation in the later stages of indoctrination isn't thaaaaat hard... Sooooo....

(But don't worry. They get better. Eventually. At least they look it. Everything is A-OK!!!)

(as for if purrgatorio is canon to this timeline....? Yes! But in a fucked up way! Can't make it too easy for the little guy....)

3. Okay so I was coy literally a sentence ago but yeah purrgatorio is set dead on like.. at the exact same time MYMK proper *should* start. Thus, it cannot exist at the same time as the main story... Ali's narrative powers keep them from being subsumed by the universe and just becoming a funny animal themselves.

But should a time come where Ali is *gone*, and the world is similar enough to the moments before they arrived? Well, the narrative can just pretend the time hasn't passed! Just, don't think too hard about your count of how many Halloweens and Christmasses you've had doesn't really line up....

(A normal person would simply name Purrgatorio noncanon, but hey, if Ali's whole thing is that they manipulate reality like a Narrative... Well. May as well use it! So once canon is over for both parties, things can start creeping back in. It's needlessly overcomplicated but I'm having fun)

4. Written with illustrations! An Online picture book, I suppose. I was initially damning myself to a comic, but after playing in the space with Purrgatorio, I realised I prefer prose. I'll probably write the thing in whole and then release it bit by bit as I work on the illustrations? I have a working outline as of right now and it's not a super long story lol. But its likely going to come after some practice with smaller projects like my reworking of Hazeclan and maybe Damonquest (name pending) (the latter featuring a cut main character of mymk lol)

So! ETA: a while. But we stay silly

5. OKAY.... so I can't link character playlists sadly since they don't exist (..... Yet.) and I'll stick primarily to our at present Purrgatorio cast.

I am like. Famously bad with identifying songs (<- usb stick full of songs on shuffle in the car as a kid) but I have been trying to put thought into this recently (my gold standard for this being my friend @teddymedley who's so good with character songs I did ask him for some vibe checks for this even)

So these are messy and some are like, inherited from earlier drafts of the characters so can be a bit off but I'll give a handful and their reasonings. (No links or embeds though I'm on mobile and Tumblr might eat my visibility if I do. I'll reply with some though)

[Ali Alighieri]

1. "Here comes the flood" by the Divine Comedy (self explanatory really, that animatic will exist someday I promise. This is THE big one to me, but @samhainian may have a different top spot opinion lol) Bonus: it has a demo version that also fucks supremely

2. "All the angels (demo)" by MCR. (Ali is not the MCR sibling, they're the P!ATD sibling. But I don't listen to panic lol)

3. "If you could save yourself you'd save us all" by Ween (peak "sorry what was that line just there?" song)

4. "In the meantime" by Spacehog (I like Spacehog. Everyone gets a spacehog song yaaay)

5. "Here comes the sun" cover by Ghost (not their style of music at ALL and you KNOW they're contrarian about the Beatles, but grim irony is such a vibe here)

[Chromium Mono]

1. "Manicure" by Lady Gaga (this is such a flippant "because I said so" choice lol)

2. "Let it grow" by Renaissance (this is such a nice cheesy song. I like to think of this as speaking to the actual nice loving guy chrome can be when he's not being a prickly bitch)

3. Kissing Ancaps by Patricia Taxxon (... GOD this song is way too cool or smart for chrome lol. It's a chrometab song to me because of the big words and cynicism. It's too modern and online for them but I'm attached to it... Also it contains a sample from let it grow)

4. "Run away with me" by Carly Rae Jepsen (more vibes based! Love some ms jepsen. But at least has a coherent theme wrt to eloping lol)

Bonus: oh god I really have to finish the voiceclaim video I was making. Premiere kept melting on me but I should probably let the world know chrome sounds like Donald Glover huh. The marshall lee to live action Simba pipeline.....

Bonus 2: @teddymedley suggested "Ratchet" by Bloc Party, with the phrasing "subject matter younger chrome sound older chrome" which I like!

[Tabitha Boss]

1. "Cable Rat King" by Gem Milsom (this one genuinely feels like a solid choice to me. It's polite and tentative and about depressive spirals, and is from the same album as the Number One Main Labyrinthine song, Pipes. That animatic will exist someday too I promise)

2. "This too shall pass" by OK GO (Preferably the brass band version. I think Tabitha would adore their videos, he'd be delighted by the moving parts and generally light tone. Also, Labyrinthine has a different "this too shall pass", being by Danny Schmidt)

3. "When will you die?" By TMBG (goofy song. But you get it.)

4. "Zeroes" by Spacehog (Spacehog again 👍)

Bonus: Jimmy buffet discography. He is living on island time baby

Bonus 2: @teddymedley assigned "Happy Hour" by Eels and I think the strange upbeat lethargic energy fits

[Lavender Wafeu]

Lavender is really funny because I honest to god don't think she listens to much music. This means I barely associate music with her apparently.

However @teddymedley did suggest "Black Rainbows" from Hawaii: Part 2, and I think that's better than any of my previous notes. Those previous notes being entirely the words "Little shop of horrors". She, Knives and Mafioso do also share an association with "Panda Hero" by Hachi but that's more visual to me?

I have however begun associating some Zelda OST tracks with her though... Hmmm....!

[Markus Felidae]

This poor bastard has shed and gained characterisation recently enough to have shook the MCR out of their system.... I don't have all that much for them.

Now. Hm. I think I'd have to go with some very on the nose musical tracks? My mind immediately goes to the opening track to Disney's Notre Dame, and maybe like, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from Cats? These are such dreadful picks lol. Sorry buddy, characterisation overhaul syndrome. They probably also would listen to P!ATD same as Ali though so do with that what you will.

Bonus: in Markus' earliest iteration over 10 years ago..hrm. long story short, 121 guns is so fucking unfitting but it's lodged there forever lol

[Lupus Felidae]

Lupus is associated in my head with the kind of dub anime opening best codified by 4kids era Pokémon. Like the ideal song here is that one from Yugioh. "No matter what"? That kind of cheese and boyish power of friendship. "OK!!" From the JP endings of anipoke goes here too it's cute to me.

"I can go the distance" from Disney's Hercules is also up there for the same vibes. She's just silly and having fun!

Bonus: "Don't let's start" by TMBG is a Miao song to me, but in relation to her family. So it's also Lupus and Markus' by association.

[Ess Somil]

The idea of an ess playlist is hysterical to me. I feel like it's a Mother 3 battle theme in that man's head all the time. What's your time signature boy.

Anyway, "Numbers" by Neil Cicierega. Since it is overwhelming enough of a soundscape. Or just "Doctor Worm" by TMBG. For that they live in the soil.

.... And that's probably enough!!! This ask is very long now! Sorry it took a while to answer lmaooo. I've been very busy but it's been nice to chip away at during my downtime! Thank you so much for the questions :)

[conanssummerchild]

i finally gave in and im making some rick and morty oc's >:))

we have:

Rick Sanchez A-26M

Morty Smith L9-DD

Summer Sanchez X-22 (she changed her surname to sanchez after escaping her dimension. maybe her jerry was abusive or something. in reality i just want her to be summer sanchez. might find a way to make morty morty sanchez too.)

Beth Smith N0T (thats a zero but it is reffered to as dimension not or the not dimension or smth)

Jerry Smith N0T

and they all live on Earth dimension N0T

backstory:

ive never made an oc before literally ever in my life (let alone 5) but im working on the lore rn and maybe sometime this month i'll do character designs but im really busy rn. definitely by the end of summer tho

additional info:

rick has paranoia depression anxiety adhd and autism (but he refuses to go to therapy so most of these arent actually diagnosed, but im literally his creator so i know, with the exception of paranoia (due to his psycotic break he was briefly forced into citadel therapy or whatever) and depression. i dont think he knows about the anxiety/he refuses to acknowledge it and he self medicates his adhd. he knows about the autism) hes also still an alcoholic (like most ricks i think) his beth jerry and summer's whereabouts are unknown (at least until i think of smth better 😭)

morty's rick is dead but when he was alive he was lowkey kinda nice (if overly and unhealthily dependant on morty) so morty misses him dearly :( morty tried to help his rick recover from dianes death and stop him from destroying himself finding rick prime but he couldnt and he blames himself for ricks death, he has a lot of abandonment issues and maybe some ptsd too. hes a bit more prickly than your standard morty until he really gets close to someone, hes less immediately trusting. after his rick died he ran away from home to the citadel, trying to find another rick but after a few years and about 5 ricks he realised it was useless and he would never be able to really replace his rick. his family was assigned another morty after he split and they're fine. he hung around the morty town locos for a while until finding summer x-22

summer's whole family is alive still but she ran away from home due to her jerry being abusive, as i mentioned earlier. she stole ricks portal gun and portalled over to the citadel, but the portal gun was damaged and she couldnt go anywhere else. morty l9-dd found her crying behind the creepy morty and tried to steal her portal gun (bcs the morty town locos fw portal fluid) but she pinned him against a wall and told him she'd slit his throat out if he didnt help her so he agreed. they bonded after that and became pretty much inseparable.

summer confided that she hadnt had a good relationship with her morty bcs he always turned a blind eye to the abuse and excused jerry. morty told her he spent so much time trying to keep his rick from spiralling that he never formed much of a relationship with his summer

when they get to dimension N0T beth and jerry seem perfect but they soon find out that the rick of this dimension was dead of suicide or smth and that beth tried to commit to after his death maybe. beth here is also an alcoholic, like c-131 is and jerry is in charge of keeping up appearances, which is harder once you have 3 new people living in your broken home.

im not sure a lot of this still might change it needs a lot of work

defining traits (both personality and physical):

rick: more quiet, often zones out and seems like hes not even there, but still bitchy when he does talk. when they first get to N0T he barely leaves his room for 2 months and beth keeps panicking bcs shes worried he'll kill himself like her rick. even tho she doesnt know him he looks so much like her rick did (bcs theyre both ricks duh) and its just stirring back up some stuff for her. his hair is a little flatter than c-137. perhaps he has a fringe. maybe he wears a soft wool jumper. je has self harm scars but always wears long sleeves, so theyre not visible

morty: his tones a bit sharper, hes more skeptical of ppl than morty prime is. hates rick prime almost as much as a-26m does. darker yellow t shirt (like the mortys in mortytown) scars across his eye (I KNOW IM NOT ORIGINAL OK i didnt want to put the scar down his lip bcs i didnt want to assosciate him with evil rick and morty, he has nothing to do with them) maybe the scar is across his cheek idk

summer: always a bit on edge, carries a knife on her at all times. incredibly mistrusting of jerry N0T when they got there. still weary of him and doesnt let him get too close. jerry is too tired trying to keep up appearances to really do much to try and ease summers mistrust of him. black tank top instead of pink. hot pink belt on her jeans tho maybe. loose hair bcs a ponytail is too easy to grab, sharp nails, painted pink. bruises on her arms that start to fade in the beginning of her time on the citadel with morty

beth: often out of it or drunk, more so the more time rick morty and summer stay bcs she cares less and less about keeping how shitty shes doing from them. at the beginning she seems like a perfect housewife, or someone putting on a performance of one. looks pretty much the same if not a little more disheveled, in the beginning wears one of those fancy white frilly aprons with a red heart embroidered. drops the apron as she drops the act

jerry: tired, dark circles maybe (rick and morty also have these, summer and jerry wear makeup to cover them, beth and rick have eyebags also) starts wearing the apron when beth stops lol, defeated demeanour, kinda depressed a lot of the time. lonely

anyway a lot of this is probably gonna be changed idkkkk

ooh also how long it took for a bond to form between characters:

rick and morty: about 2-3 months. both desperately missed their old partners which sped it up a bit but morty was scared of getting attached and rick at the start was too out of it most days to really form any kind of connection also he was scared of getting attatched too but for different reasons (morty was scared he'd lose another rick, rick felt like everyone he got close to ended up worse off (diane, his prev morty))

rick and summer: like maybe 5 months, they didnt interact much at first, like i said rick was too out of it and summer didnt really trust rick and saw him as unstable, but as rick grew closer to morty, summer slowly became a little less suspicious and maybe rick helped her with smth and they bonded over that idk

rick and beth: their initial relationship was not healthy, beth trying desperately to prevent rick from killing himself and rick not being willing to work on himself healthily, causing beth great panic and anxiety, but after like 6 months or so they become drinking buddies, still not the healthiest father-daughter relationship but it eases beths mind and makes rick feel less alone

rick and jerry: even after like 10 months living at the smith house rick and jerry dont have much of a relationship, both are too caught up in their own exhaustion to make an effort to bond, may change at some point

morty and summer: started to form a relationship within the first week of meeting eachother, maybe 7 or so months before they encountered rick (i need to make a timeline) probably the strongest relationship of all of these listed

morty and beth: surprisingly quickly, within the first 1 or 2 months, morty misses his mum and he wants to try and help beth a bit

morty and jerry: mutual respect for eachother, morty helps jerry out around the house and with things, started like this after anytime between a few weeks and 2 months

summer and beth: 4 months, took a while but eventually they formed a bond, its easier for summer to relax around beth and beth likes having a daughter

summer and jerry: still distrust after 10 months, will likely take a long time for any kind of relationship to form, no matter how minor

beth and jerry: pre established relationship obviously but its not a very good or happy one, maybe after 9 months they start trying to work on it again

[steddie-as-they-come]

blame it all on human nature - chapter 1

ao3 link

this is the living hawkins au!! my friend said i should crosspost onto tumblr bc i worked for two solid months on this fic and she's been noticing how sad i get when i don't have comments :( tumblr's always a lot nicer to me when it comes to comments so hopefully you enjoy!!

A jolt of fear goes through their heart as Eddie’s eyes go blank.

“No,” they whisper, coming out like more of a breeze. “No!”

They hardly even notice as the group stands and leaves, too focused on Eddie. 

Magic floods through him, and he gasps to life, then just as quickly releases it.

“Wake up, please!” they beg, watching hopefully as he coughs up blood, then gritting their nonexistent teeth as he goes limp again. “You are not going out like this, Edward Munson!”

And they slam more magic into his body, hitting him with everything they’ve got and then some. 

Around the edges of the town, trees begin to turn brown and die. They siphon that power, that life force, feeding it all into Eddie. 

He begins to seize. 

They just keep going, feeding as much magic as they possibly can into his body. His skin glows, veins igniting with a deep bloody crimson light, illuminating the Upside Down in flashes like lightning. 

They’ve never felt as relieved as they do when Eddie’s eyes open, pure white. 

His heart’s irregular, but beating, and they slow it down, keeping a steady flow drip, drip, dripping into him like an IV. 

They will not let him die down here, in a place they have no control over.

His eyes dim from their white glow, returning to normal, then regaining clarity. He blinks hazily at the reddish sky.

They wait, more magic at the ready, just in case Eddie needs it. 

Thankfully though, he stays awake this time, his mouth moving as he mutters inaudibly to himself. 

They metaphorically sit back, breathing heavily. It had taken a whole day to get him to stay stable. 

Hopefully Eddie stays that way. 

Hawkins doesn’t think they could bear it if they truly lost him.

☆Friday, March 28nd, 1986☆

Whoever came up with the notion that the Upside Down is the reverse of Hawkins was wrong. 

Not completely wrong, but not correct either. 

The Upside Down is less of a mirror dimension, and more under Hawkins’ skin. The blood and bones to the Rightside Up’s hair and follicles. 

Gross metaphor, but Eddie’s always been too good at describing things. 

As he lays there, bleeding out, mouth metallic and ears ringing, he regrets a lot of things. He regrets jumping in front of the bats, but not enough to wish it was Dustin instead. He regrets diving down after Steve, but if he hadn’t, Steve would be dead. Probably. Actually, he wouldn’t put it past Wheeler and Buckley to save him without any Eddie help. 

Most of all, he regrets not getting to say goodbye to Wayne. 

He gags on the blood coating his throat. 

The skin on his fingertips is raw from playing his guitar, and Eddie, despite knowing it’s a bad idea, stretches to reach the neck of his guitar lying a few feet away, gritting his teeth through the pain. 

He relaxes when he gets the guitar in his hand. He always feels more confident with his guitar in his hand. 

Confidence does fuck-all for him right about now, but it’s nice to have regardless. 

The ground beneath him is rising and falling. Slowly inflating like a pair of lungs, then deflating just as slow. It would have been unnoticeable if Eddie had anything else to pay attention to. 

“Hello?” he chokes out. His inner DM is berating him. Oh yeah, good going, Munson. Yell out to the possibly-alive creepy murder dimension. This is how Jeff got killed like four campaigns ago. 

I’m basically dead anyway, he thinks to himself. Dustin would call this science. 

He struggles to sit up, breathing hard through the white-hot pain rippling through his abdomen, white-knuckling it around the frets of his guitar. The steel strings biting into his flesh help ground him, and after a couple minutes, he can see again, now dizzily sitting up. 

“HELLO??” he yells, louder. “ARE YOU OUT THERE?”

He pauses, decides, Fuck it, and calls, “I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING.” 

That one gets a reaction, but not the flurry of demobats he was expecting.

Eddie almost drops his guitar. 

“Wayne?” 

Because that is Wayne, sitting in front of him, his edges blurred and fuzzy like TV static. He smiles indulgently at Eddie. 

But when he speaks, that isn’t Wayne’s voice. 

Or, isn’t only Wayne’s voice. 

“Hello, Eddie.” Not-Wayne says, hundreds of voices layered over top of each other. It’s giving Eddie a headache, listening to all of them. 

“Your- your voice-“ 

“My name is Hawkins.” He lays a hand on Eddie’s knee, and a prickle of warmth runs from his touch through Eddie’s body. Surprisingly, Eddie’s injuries don’t hurt as much anymore. 

He still doesn’t understand jack shit about what’s happening, though. “Wayne?”

“Hawkins.” Way- Hawkins doesn’t look upset, just patiently waiting for Eddie to understand. “Like the town.”

Eddie stares at Hawkins, and his world recontextualizes. 

Like when you’re staring at an optical illusion of a black and white image, and all you can see is the vase, and suddenly you can see the pair of faces instead even though nothing changed? It sorta feels like that. 

Hawkins is…Hawkins. The town. Alive and breathing, relatively, sitting in front of him in the form of Eddie’s uncle. 

You know those days when you’re like “This might as well happen?”

Yeah. Eddie’s having one of those days. 

Eddie decides to start small, grasping for little things about Hawkins to ask about. If he jumps into the whole living-town thing, his brain will explode.

“Your voice-” he starts, trying not to offend the probable-deity.

“I speak with the voice of everyone in Hawkins,” says the voice of everyone in Hawkins. If Eddie focuses enough, he thinks he can hear his own voice in there, and that isn't migraine-inducing at all. “I took the appearance of your uncle to make you comfortable, but I can change if you'd like.”

Eddie blinks and Gareth is sitting there, the same expression on his face that had been on Wayne's, and Eddie inhales with a shuddering breath.

”What...are you?” hehe asks, and then berates himself. So much for being respectful.

“I am the embodiment of Hawkins. The town takes care of its people, Eddie, and I am the town.”

As much as he can (his abdomen still kinda hurts from being, oh, I don't know, ripped to shreds ), he does a little seated bow, trying to show respect to the town he's lived in for basically his whole life.

Hawkins laughs, and Eddie hears Dustin's snorty giggle come to the forefront of the cacophony of voices. He smiles in spite of himself.

”Oh, I don’t care about that, Eddie. I've decided I really like you. Can't have you dying here.“ Those are weird words to hear out of Gareth's mouth, but Eddie waves it off. Might as well happen.

“Wait, decided? Did you not like me before?” he says before he can stop himself.

To his-their credit, Hawkins looks ashamed. ”No, not at first. I don't normally have any sort of feeling for people. I had two types of people in my mind at first. People from Hawkins, and people not from Hawkins. Obviously, the people from Hawkins ranked higher than the people outside of it.“

”That sounds a bit biased,“ Eddie jokes, testing his luck.

Hawkins laughs again, and this time it's Jeff's low chuckle at the front. ”I'm aware.“ They trace a line through the bloody dirt around the two of them, and say, ”I didn't know I could like anyone more than my standard feelings to my citizens. Until Will.”

Eddie tilts his head, cringing at the way his matted hair brushes his neck. He pulls off his bandana and ties it back up, hoping to pull the strands off his neck, but he still needs to shower, badly. There is definitely blood in there. “Will?”

“Byers. He went missing in 1983, do you remember that?”

Eddie did. He noticed the way Jonathan Byers had been hunched over that week, and the way people were afraid of Will when he had returned, calling him 'Zombie Boy'. Personally, Eddie thought it was a metal nickname, but the kid probably didn't think so.

“Yeah, I do.” Eddie says, picking at his jacket cuff. “He's your favorite?”

“He was my first favorite.” Hawkins says. “His friends soon joined, though. Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair-”

Eddie feels his lips part. “Wait, you're telling me that three of my party members are basically clerics - favored by a god - and I didn't know??”

“Not just three.” Hawkins says, smugly smiling. “Erica Sinclair was a delight - I always thought she was so funny!“

Eddie pats his pockets, wishing for a lighter and a cigarette. ”Seriously? And none of them told me?“

”Oh, they don't know.“ Hawkins says flippantly, and Eddie jerks his head up to stare at them.

”They don't know?“

“No. Even the rest of my favorites - Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley Eleven, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Max Mayfield - none of them have ever seen me. Just you.”

“I'm one of your favorites?” Eddie asks.

“Well, of course! Funny, brave, and so passionate - what’s not to like?”

Words fail Eddie for what has to be the first time maybe ever, and he leans back on his hands, staring lazily up at the reddish sky. 

“What do I do now?” he asks softly. “I didn’t think I’d make it when I went to be the hero.” 

Hawkins stands, brushing themself off, and offers a hand to pull Eddie to his feet. “First, we’re gonna get you out of here.” They make an exaggerated show of looking around in disgust. “Nasty in here.”

Eddie picks up his guitar, cringing at the blood caked on it. “Yeah, about that- isn’t this place part of you?”

Hawkins shrugs, striding down the street. “It’s more like my blood and guts are down here. Can’t control anything, sorta like how you can’t control your blood flowing through your veins. I could heal you, though, since you’re from the Rightside Up.”

“Makes sense, I guess.” Eddie slings his guitar over his shoulder and follows Hawkins. “Where are we going?”

“There are some open portals here and there. I’m taking you to the closest one. I’ll be able to protect you much better if you’re with everyone else and on the side of Hawkins I can actually control.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Eddie says hastily, speeding up to walk besides Hawkins, careful to step over the vines and plants that are all linked to Vecna. Even if Nancy and Steve killed the fucker, Eddie doesn’t wanna risk it. 

Hawkins and Eddie walk down the street together, Eddie jumping potholes and stepping carefully over vines.

“So, uh, Hawkins...“ Eddie starts, not quite knowing where he's going with this. “Do you-”

He's interrupted by a chorus of screeches from high above.

Demobats.

Hawkins looks unfazed for a few seconds, then their eyes widen as they realize. “Shit, you're mortal, sorry. We gotta be more careful. The only thing I can do down here is heal you.”

“It was appreciated the first time around,” Eddie says, “but I’d hate for you to have to do it over and over again.” 

Hawkins laughs at him. “Yeah, I don’t really want to do that either. Luckily, there’s a portal this way.” They don’t appear to be walking any faster, but Eddie suddenly has to jog to keep up. 

Eddie wonders if he’ll ever be able to look at his trailer without seeing Chrissy’s bones breaking in his mind. He looks up at the hole still suspended in midair, this time without any helpful sheets or mattresses (or Dustins) to help him through it. 

He is not letting that stop him from getting out of this hell dimension, though. Eddie takes hold of some of the wreckage of the trailer, trying to drag it over and prop it under the rift. 

“Hey, Hawkins.” he grunts, pulling the crumbling kitchen counter towards the gate. “Mind givin’ me a hand?” 

Suddenly, Hawkins is leaning over his shoulder. “What are you doing ?” 

“Getting stuff to stand on, because I want out of here, what’s it look like?” He runs a hand through his sweaty hair. Don’t yell at the deity, dumbass, they could change their mind about wanting you alive.  

Luckily for him, Hawkins just snickers. “You don’t need that. Come here.” 

He and Hawkins huddle below the rift, and Hawkins wraps an arm around him and extends the other to the Rightside Up. 

Eddie’s about to ask what they’re trying to do, but he doesn’t make it through the first word.

The branch of a tree, a living, green tree, leaves on it and everything, spirals into the Upside Down, curling around Hawkins’ arm. Then it retracts, pulling them both into the Rightside Up. 

Eddie stands up, brushing himself off. “That’s a pretty handy trick you’ve got th-“ 

For the second time in as many minutes, his words crawl back down his throat to die. 

Hawkins is on fire. 

Hawkins the deity stands next to him, looking out over the town. 

“We-we killed Vecna, I thought.” Eddie says, eyes tracing the fiery X crossing the town. “He wasn’t supposed to open more gates.”

“Max died.” Hawkins says solemnly, and Eddie spins to face them so fast his hair whips him in the face. 

“Red? Little Red?”

“Not permanently. But Vecna possessed her, and before they could save her, her heart stopped, opening the last gate. She was revived, but she’s in a coma.” They sigh sadly. “I’ve done what I can, but the town being like this hurts me.” 

Eddie picks his way out of the trailer wreckage. “That sucks. But we’ll figure this out, okay, Hawkins?”

There’s no answer. 

Eddie turns to look. 

Hawkins is gone. 

That’s the trouble with gods, Eddie thinks to himself as he steps through the wasteland that is the trailer park. Just because they’re omnipotent means they just do whatever they want. He manages to get past the debris, thanking everything he can think of that he was wearing sturdy shoes. 

Eddie marvels at the carnage as he finally reaches the street. 

It’s…not that bad, actually. 

Sure, the Hawkins Volunteer Fire Department is probably working overtime, and some very unhappy families lost their homes in the wreckage, but it isn’t as apocalyptic as Eddie imagined. There’s no bodies, nor an abundance of screaming. 

Honestly, people are mostly ignoring it? Maybe ignoring isn’t the right word, but there’s a woman on a bike, and a line of cars all carefully swerving around a fiery crack in the road, and a man peeling papers off of telephone poles. 

Eddie peers closer at the latter. 

“Uncle Wayne!” he shouts, sprinting directly towards him. 

Wayne doesn’t get any time to react before Eddie slams into him full throttle. They were touchy before, but it’s never been like this, more like pats on the shoulder here and there. But Eddie thinks he gets a free pass for this one, after hitching a ride with God out of hell. 

Wayne coughs. “Hey, the hell’re you-“

He stares. 

Tears well in his eyes. “Eddie?”

Eddie hugs him. Wayne wraps his arms around him and hugs back. 

“They told me you were dead.” Wayne mumbles into his hair. “That little friend of yours, Dustin. Said you were a hero.”

Eddie nods against Wayne’s shoulder. “Should’ve seen it, Wayne. Played the most metal concert of all time.” He knows they probably look strange, sitting in the middle of a scattered sidewalk, torn pieces of Eddie’s own MISSING posters scattered around them. 

Eddie has never once cared what anyone else thought, besides Wayne. 

He feels like a four-year-old again, sitting against Wayne’s side as he cries and asks when his mother will come back. Wayne hadn’t said much, but he’d run his fingers through Eddie’s knotted hair until Eddie cried himself to sleep. 

Wayne’s running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. 

“Your shirt.” he whispers, and Eddie looks down. A rust-red stain has spread across the whole of his Hellfire shirt. 

“It’s alright.” he says, reassuringly. “I’m not even hurt much.” It’s not a lie at all. Whatever Hawkins did to him, he feels better than the day he was born. 

Wayne’s fingers tremble, and he glances over Eddie again, drinking in the sight of him. 

“C’mon, kid, my back can’t take this.” he whispers, still gripping Eddie’s arm when they stand up. Like he thinks Eddie will vanish if he lets go. 

They wobble unsteadily to their feet, and Wayne reaches in his pocket. “Dustin gave me this,” he says quietly. He pours Eddie’s guitar pick necklace into his cupped hand. “Figured you’d want it back.”

He’s trying to play it off, pretending like he wouldn’t have wanted to keep the necklace, but Eddie can see right through him. 

If Eddie had really died, Wayne would have carried this thing around for the rest of his life. 

“Thanks.” He clips it back around his neck, feeling instantly more comfortable as the familiar weight of it falls against his chest. 

There’s a nicer looking pickup truck parked by the curb. Nicer than Eddie’s old van, anyway. To Eddie’s surprise, Wayne unlocks it. 

He ushers Eddie into the car. “Government put me up at this hotel just outside town.” he says, sliding into the driver’s seat of the unfamiliar car. “Since the trailer’s torn apart ‘n all.” He pats the dashboard. “Truck was from the government too. Guess they really want me to keep quiet.” 

Eddie buckles himself in. He normally wouldn’t bother, but he’s had enough near-death experiences this week. 

The ride is silent, but Wayne keeps glancing over at Eddie as they drive. 

A movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention as they near the edge of town. 

A young girl stands there, arms crossed disapprovingly. 

“Pull over!” Eddie says quickly. Wayne jams the brakes and looks at him wide-eyed. Eddie unbuckles and sprints over. “Lady Applejack! Why are you all the way out-“

He stops short. 

Erica Sinclair’s outline is fuzzy, like a badly tuned TV. 

“Hawkins?”

“Where are you going?” they say, and Eddie barely controls his flinch at the many-layered voices of the deity. 

“My uncle is staying at a hotel out…of town.” He realizes why Hawkins is here. “Hey, I’ll come back. Tomorrow, alright?”

They glare, just like Erica would, and Eddie smiles. “Seeya, Hawkins.”

He jogs back over to Wayne, who’s looking at him, concerned. 

“Sorry.” Eddie apologizes. “Saw one of my Hellfire kids.”

Wayne nods, but he’s still looking at Eddie. He starts the car again, and the two of them pull across the town border. 

Eddie can feel it, when they leave the town. He gets a little bit colder, and his previously healed bat wounds begin to ache. He props his foot up on the dash, hoping the pressure will casually relieve the pain. 

It doesn’t, not really, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care very much. He’s alive. Wayne’s alive. He doesn’t need much else. 

Graciously, Wayne lets Eddie take a shower first when they get to the hotel, and Eddie practically dives in. He sends a mental apology to the hotel owners, because he is almost definitely going to stain this shower. 

The warm water does wonders for the blood crusted in his hair and the Upside Down gunk streaked across his skin. Eddie thinks he may never leave this shower. He hasn’t been properly clean since…god, before Chrissy. Sure, he dived in the lake, but Eddie’s seen some of the shit that goes into Hawkins’ lake. He’s not counting that. 

He gets out of the shower and just stands in front of the mirror.

There are no scars from the bats.

Something that almost killed him should’ve left some kind of mark. It’s like a violation of natural order that he’s unmarred from that. He pushes his hand into his side where they had been. It aches, like he’s got his finger on a bruise, but there’s no visible damage.

A droplet of water runs down his finger and drips on the floor, and he shakes himself from his trance.

He pulls one of the towels from off the rack and dries himself.

It feels like a crime when he has to slide his gross t-shirt and jeans back on. He leaves the leather jacket draped over the chair, and practically falls into the bed. 

He’s out like a light. 

[loksthegreat]

What about royal/in-famous bastards? Do you have any drawings or information you could share?

Great question!! I only have this little piece of the Targaryen bastards that became Maesters at the moment but I’ll def need to make another post about my favorite bastards! For now have this:

Maester Rhaegel (born between 610-614 AC) was born to lady Blackwood, who had grown close with both king Rhaegar and his brother prince Daemon, so it is unclear who fathered Rhaegel, what is known is that his mother died when he was only a very young boy and his grandfather, who had grown resentful of his former allies the Targaryen brothers, could not bear to have the boy near him, so instead he sent him away to be fostered by the faith of the seven and later had him join the citadel. Rhaegel was a soft spoken boy, he was gentle with the children and animals he came in contact with during his apprenticeship, to the point were his teachers feared he might be unsuited to become a maester. Rhaegel was also more fond of poetry and songs, than scientific text. It was his supposed half brother, prince Aeron, the hand of the king, that would order the men of the citadel to allow the boy to stay and complete his studies. Throughout his years at the citadel Rhaegar would craft only two rings for himself before he passed away at the age of 25, one in the higher mysteries and one in history. His most important piece of literature, a 2000 pages long writing, titled ‘a bloodline of dragons and queens - 25 generations and 500 years of Targaryen women’ was found only after his passing and published by prince Aeron, it tells the stories of the nearly (literally just once) unbroken line of Targaryen women from the first ruling queen, Visenya II to queen Elaena IV.

Maester Riven (born around 130 AC) was the supposed son of the rogue prince Daemon and his dornish mistress, he was raised in oldtown all his life and was known for two things: his terrible temper, that only grew worst with age and even more terrible mess of hair. Maester Riven had served house Targaryen for many years and known all of the daughters of queen Visenya II personally. At nearly 75, he published the work he himself was most proud of: a historic text called ‘daughters of the she-dragons’, after having grown enraged with lack of text regarding the princesses, while there was no shortness of records about their brothers. Riven had meet princess Alyssa as a young boy, when the older girl used to stroll the halls of the citadel, waiting for her brother to finish his business at the library and had supposedly been infatuated with her, Maester Riven would fight to save princess Daenerys live as a young maester at Sunspear in 152 AC, he would serve princess Alysanne at Riverrun and later princess Aella, upon his return to old town. Maester Riven was also Among the Maesters at the red keep during the bright flame rebellion, and would speak out against the death sentence of prince Aegor after being freed from his cell after the siege of 200 AC. He strongly testified for the madness of king Baelor and it also was Riven that tried to stop princess Aenna’s untimely death.

Maester Aeryn (born around 130 AC) was the supposed son born to the later king Maegor II, and while Maegor’s struggles with infertility and his widely known distaste for the pleasures of the flesh speak against the claims of Aeryn’s parentage, he strongly resembles his supposed father in looks. Aeryn was raised at the red keep and showed great potential of becoming a famous knight (being left handed, like Maegor II), Aeryn however was a easily frustrated boy and he found fighting to be dull of mind and disliked violence. Instead he loved to argue, with his maesters, weaponry instructors or peers, the whole red keep could agree that the boy could talk castles to the ground. At the age of 17 he was send to the citadel, where Aeryn would continue to study with great vigor and determination. He made few friends among the other novices and even fewer among the older maesters, he did however forge his 5 rings in history, law, money and accounting, Warcraft and Poisons in record time. He returned to the red keep, now a man of 30 and would serve there for most of his live. Aeryn was a close friend of prince Aegor II, Visenyas youngest son, and would join him in his war against king Baelor II, during the turn of the second century AC. Aeryn would lay down the book: ‘a chronicle of dragonfire’ (the title a cruel joke to Aegor’s as Aeryn believe unlawful death by dragonfire) in which he lays down the story of his friend, and that of his son and daughter, Aemon and Rhaena, their daughter Aenera, and finally the young king, Aegors great grandson and namesake, king Aegor III.

Maester Aerion (born between 650-655) was the bastard of some unknown Targaryen prince, likely a son or grandson of queen Elaena IV, he was raised in the Stormlands and send to the citadel at 15, since he spend every walking minute reading or writing, sometime both at the same time and with great speed at that. Aerion’s mind always seemed to linger elsewhere and he was often mumbling under his breath, which made it hard to hold a conversation with him. At the Citadel he forged 7 rings for himself, in ravenry, astronomy, history, astrology, poison, medicine and healing and higher mysteries. He would never serve a lord, instead he devoted his life to writing his master piece, six continuous books (though only because the citadel couldn’t produce one big enough to fit all his writings) each well over 2500 pages, depicting the lives and histories of every Targaryen, or close descendant of a Targaryen, from queen Visenya II to queen Rhaenys VI. He named this series: ‘within our blood, the fire’.

Maester Oswyn (born in 521 AC) was the bastard son of Lord Monterys Velaryon, he was a happy and energetic child, growing up in the harbors of Driftmark. He was close to his true born half brother Daemon, and when their father died, and voices arose that the sixteen year old bastard, who had sailed with his father and made himself a name among the men of the velaryon fleet, would be better suited to take his place than the smallish boy of only ten boy and his heart broken mother, whom was not thought to recover from her husbands passing, Oswyn begged her to send him away to the wall, so he wouldn’t become a threat to her children ever again. Princess Shaera, the widow of Driftmark, however feared her own children might grow to hate her for doing so and instead Oswyn was send to old town. He was loud and blunt and few though he had what it took t o become a Maester, but in time Oswyn returned home with a ring in smithing and surprisingly medicine and healing. Oswyn would serve his little brother brother Daemon, his niece Larissa, his great grandnephew Daemion and his great great grandnephew Oswyn (named after him, after he saved the babes live as a newborn when Driftmark was attacked).

Hope you enjoy!!! I’ll let you all know when I have some more information or art to post!

[writing-plurals]

for a bit of background, i have a lot of ocs who all exist together in the same universe, and im planning to turn them into animations as soon as i develop the skills for it. most of them, if not all, have some sort of childhood trauma, or at least have gone through crap as kids. this is because i love showing characters healing, and also i want to portray how different sorts of trauma can affect people and their futures.

in this universe, there are two plural characters. one of them im not struggling too much which - he isnt as developed as most of the others, but thats just because i havent had enough time for that, he does have a good story though and i feel like he'll be good rep :)

the other one, however.

they're a (paro/tulpa/trauma)genic system, depending on the watcher's interpretation. they come from an abusive family, their parents being Awful to them for as long as they can remember. they have around 5-6 headmates, though ive only focused a lot on 3, of them: their first host, a girl who formed Really early in their childhood, and Vlad. he used to act as their protector, and is also an anger holder, who can get quite aggressive sometimes. (fun fact, his name is inspired by Calma Vladimir by CDN :3 )

in the system's teens (13? or so), CPS take them out of their abusive home, and put them into a nicer one. yet, that's when Vlad's role starts becoming less useful than before, because he's still in survival mode - and out of fight or flight, he's definitely the Fight type. which will get him to act out, get into fights, break stuff... etc etc etc. the others are partially aware of this, and they let him do, because that's what they're used to ("there'll be consequences no matter what we do, why not let him have fun?", or something like that, they're all too used to their previous living situation for this ;w;)

now, in the universe, there is a pretty big... gang? mafia? criminal organization? something like that. it's directed by a man called Judas (it's not a religious reference on my side, he picked his own name and it makes sense he chose that one), who, ignoring the whole crimes thing, is a pretty great guy. he has a habit of taking in ppl going through hardships, mostly ones who are violent, and getting them to join him.

Judas has been seeing the system, mainly Vlad, for a long time. he picked up on how good at fighting they are, and how with a little bit of self-control, Vlad could make a good addition to his Whatever That Is. so one day, when they're 15, he approaches them and suggests they join him. Vlad accepts, and though it wasn't their original plan, everyone else ends up happy with it. so they move in with them, meet a bunch of people, get a found family with Judas and this one girl, yadda yadda happy ending.

besides.

the gang's main thing is killing people. they do it mostly to abusers, assholes, the ones who traumatized its members. it's like...their whole thing. which, yeah, makes sense i guess. but putting a system there feels like im pulling the whole "serial killer with multiple personality disorder" trope, which sucks ass.

they are a serial killer, they are a system, but both things just happen to be, no correlation between them. all the alters are aware of and ok with their current living situation, they'd probably pick it over any they've been in, and only bad people are dying anyways. it's not like Vlad is the only one doing that stuff, either - at the beginning he was, but not anymore.

i'll probably leave them this way, the whole storyline is already planned too, but is there any way to make it so it doesn't follow that one trope?

(pd, the other system does not join the gang, he actually escapes his shithole of a town and lives a pretty chill life with his friends. does this help separate being plural from being a criminal? since its 1/2 instead of both of them-)

I'm not sure you can actually have one not be the serial killer trope if they're literally in a murdering gang? But you are making an important balance by not having the second system be in that position. It at least makes an easier distinction between those two facts about the first system. Because theoretically, yeah! Those two things can coincide in a person, and it is possible to make an interesting story about it.

Something that that trope benefits(?) from here, is made less bad by, is that most of the times we see it in shows and movies, it's a one off, or we don't see how they got there, or it's been paired with another offensive trope (see also Split, with the body changing shape).

In the way you're framing it, it's softened by the other system being Not That, and the context as to how they got there. If it fits the characters, some remorse that it's part of their otherwise better life helps? But that's up to if you think that's something that would fit them.

I hope that was helpful

-Mod Tick Tock

[redspacegirl]

Okay okay okay. I actually got out my laptop because there’s no way I’m typing all this out with my fingers. I will be using mostly correct punctuation, which is like,,, insane for me (except the comma ellipsis you can pry that out of my cold dead hands).

IT IS OC TIME LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO (cool art at the end if you stick around :>>>)

So, I’m gonna start with Flow and Michael, who are kinda the main characters in one of my oc “universes”. One of my big dreams is to make a webcomic, and I have a whole plan for it, and this is supposed to be the main duo. I may add another to make it a trio (both of the potential additions I’ll talk about later), but for right now this is the 100% main duo.

I’ll start with Michael. Michael Mintz is 16, somewhere between 5’7” and 5’10”, and a total dumbass /aff. He is incredibly anxious all the time, a people pleaser, usually pretty quiet, and totally awkward to most people if he doesn’t know them well (im not projecting im not-). He and Flow live in this backwater town in Oregon called Dewsbury (sorry to my dnd group, I came up with the name a while ago it’s just my go-to town name ¯_(ツ)_/¯). It was one of those towns that was pretty populated a long time ago, but people just kept moving out, so now there’s a bunch of creepy old buildings. Michael is (and has always been) really interested in the paranormal. Obviously, this is the perfect place for a kid to be interested in the supernatural. Despite really liking ghosts, this dude is easily scared, and probably wouldn’t have ever gone in a single creepy building were it not for:

Flow Rios!!! They’re pretty much Michael’s opposite in many ways. They’re loud, pretty energetic all the time, and-seemingly-don’t worry about what others think of them. They also like exploring old creepy buildings with Michael, but less for the freaky ghost stuff and more for the cool old abandoned building stuff. They moved to Dewsbury somewhere around 5th grade, after the accident, where they met Michael (he’d lived there his whole life). They were the one who originally convinced Michael to go screw around in those old buildings. Flow is also pretty competent when it comes to feeling stuff, which leads to them acting as Michael’s free therapist friend.

I think this can (and will most certainly) lead to problems, because Michael can be pretty ignorant of other people’s feelings, and Flow is good at covering things up.

Something else I didn’t mention (though is pretty implied with Flow), Flow’s nonbinary, and Michael is trans! This will be important to both of their characters, actually.

Rapid fire stuff rq, Michael is nosy as hell, Flow lives with their aunt, their mom works overseas, Michael’s parents can be pretty helicopter-y at times, Michael’s a really bad liar usually, and I don’t think either of these two should be allowed in the kitchen (I think combined it would either end up okay or REALLY bad).

THAT’S THE MAIN DUO AND A LOT OF WRITING, I WILL YAP ABOUT THESE TWO THE MOST BUT I WILL MAKE MORE BIGASS POSTS ABOUT THE OTHERS AT SOME POINT!!!

for art, heres some doodles ive made:

the first three pages of the comic (v rough draft):

and their semi-old designs:

i would add more of the art i made of them but tumblr will not let me atm so this is all for now!!! :D

[cherry-dr0p]

Drawing characters (my favourites) as cats: Pt. 1

Nosfer-cat-u???? Real??

Note: All of these are my personal headcanons... Gonna write some kitty headcanons under too because I am silly like that and cringe culture is dead :3

1. Kitty (Herr) Knock!

Here is kitty Knock headcanons!

I'd imagine him to be an orange ragdoll cat!! Orange cats are generally known from what I've seen for being peculiar little guys, so I thought that would fit Knock very nicely for being out of the ordinary and silly. I honestly chose the ragdoll because of the fluffy appearance of their fur but reading into it, they can be affectionate and friendly too. And they love belly rubs. Perhaps he is a friendly cat who originally wanted attention and love for people but after being shunned for being abnormal, he gave up.

Ragdolls are intelligent too, whilst orange cats are known for the opposite. I reckon that Knock seems unintelligent with some of the things he does (getting stuck in high places, running into things etc.) But he is actually quite a smart cat in reality.

He's definitely a stray cat who was abandoned at some point on the streets and had to survive on his own until finding Orlok </3 Poor guy

He likes smaller animals, especially rats. The ones cats are meant to kill, Knock does not. He refuses to.

He is quite an old kitty (hence the gray fur parts), but he's still full of life!

He's also extra mischievous. I reckon >:3

Hes very dirty, his furr is matted and he also has fleas because he hasnt been groomed :(

What did this poor cat do to have the whole town after him </3 /j

Kitty (Count) Orlok

Note: For kitty Orlok, I wanted him to have light gray skin but it was too late when I realised the gray was way darker than I wanted it to be :( I have new pens coming in a few days so I can redo Orlok

But anyways, kitty Orlok headcanons;

But yeah, I think Orlok to be a Sphynx cat. Ive heard others talk about how unappealing and somewhat creepy Sphynx cats look (honestly, how dare they >:[) and I think it's sorta the way a supernatural vampire like a creature would be viewed. Despite all this, Sphynx cats for their loyal and intelligent, which I imagine could be overlooked when seeing kitty Orlok. (You can probably guess who he's loyal to)

I also intentionally made him extra spooky looking too. He has lifeless white eyes and sharp claws, with lots of wrinkles and a tall, lanky stature to catch the creepy aura. I also imagine he can make himself look taller willingly in order to look extra terrifying when he needs or wants to be feared.

Kinda messed it up a little too but dark purple collar. I didnt know what to put for the little tag so diamond shape because hes extra fancy like that.

Hes always been a stray cat, getting used to being alone since he was a mere kitten. He doesn't really get visitors often so imagine his surprise when a peculiar occurance is present and a specific orange cat finds and befriends him.

Despite Sphynx cats having an affectionate nature, Orlok isn't really the most affectionate cat at all. He can be quite violent, which pulls most people away in itself.

Kitty Ellen (Hutter)!

Last but not least, Kitty Ellen headcanons!

I honestly dont know why I chose the Scottish fold. Just saw some photos and for some reason went "Fuck yeah, Ellen!!"

Unlike the other two, Id imagine Ellen to actually have a pet owner who possibly has both Thomas and Ellen living in the house.

No doubt she'd be spoiled to death, with a fancy pretty collar and a fancy little tag to go with it.

She likes watching birds outside the window because I said so >:]

Even though she has the chance to go outside like Id imagine Thomas to do, Ellen actually feels more comfortable just lounging around in the house and just doing cat things. Sure she will explore outside sometimes but she doesn't bother with it too much.

Shes a friendly affectionate cat who likes attention sometimes.

Yeah I dont have as many headcanons for Ellen as I do the other two surprising

And that's all I have for my Nosferatu cat AU. This is so dumb but I love it and it gave me the excuse to practice drawing different types of kitties! Im not sure for this how accurate everything is but Aaahhh