#just silly... peculiar me...

[kafka030]

This-- I would be over the moon if...

Those who come across this blog of mine and look through the lives of my OCs here... And liked them...

when people like your OCs it is truly one of the best feelings ever. but when they also UNDERSTAND your OCs??? When they say or do something that just makes you go "oh they get it." UNBEATABLE.

[peculiardiction]

*tiny face of offense*

[abnomi]

the only thing keeping him alive are his cartoon physics

[dailygihun]

day 15 || ljj looks good in pink so i think gi-hun should wear pink......hes like barbie to me

(IM BACK BTW!!! laptop has finally been fixed)

[cozmic-wyatt]

Heeeyyyyyyy @nailbuddy .....

Yall know I CANNOT draw fumes or cigarettes.... I don't smoke people....

But anyway yes yes hello nailbuddy I do recognize your grace art... especially one of your drawings that I sent to my friend... (hope you don't mind btw!!!) Very cool to see you find me out of nowhere.... how did you find me...?

Please people dozer with boob's is canon trust.

Yk my dozer design should REALLY use some originality. Idk something about it seems REALLY plain.

[crescenthistory]

Pls pls could you develop your views on Pandora being a seer? I so love that headcanon and just know that you’d have the best takes ever!!

hi lovely, you're an angel for indulging me 💌🤞

this is drawing upon my introductory hcs for pandora, my early relationship drabble, my secret relationship drabble and her characterisation in this poly!pandalily drabble.

the underlying foundation of pandora's character that i build any hc from, whether that is my take on seer!pandora or otherwise, is that she is not just whimsical. or, at least, she is not just whimsical in the way her daughter, luna, is. to me, pandora's oddness and whimsy is unsettling, ancient, cryptic and vague. if she is whimsy, she is for sure whimsygoth.

it's important to me that she is not just seen as the marauders' carbon-copy of luna, or that her as a seer function in the same way as sybil. let pandora be an individual!

in general, i view the rosier clan to all have this unsettlingly ethereal quality to them that is expressed in a variety of different ways. they all have eyes that feel like they see straight into your soul and past lives, they all have some distinct quality that makes them different from traditional wix. if you don't know them, they should be kind of creepy – but in the same way that a siren is creepy. maybe they have siren or veela blood back up their bloodline, perhaps in an attempt to be the "purest of the pure".

in pandora's case, this comes across as her speaking kind of oddly ("speaking in tongues" as barty would call it) and her having peculiar interests such as collecting bones, harvesting light and exploring abandoned runes and languages. she has those piercing eyes that dissect and see everything, not in the methodical hyper-vigilant way regulus does, but rather in the way an otherworldly creature would aim at understanding a human. pandora is inherently raw, she is a part of nature in a way most aren't. she often disappears into the forest for a few hours or days without explanation. she is somehow both more than a human and the most human there is.

and she's a seer, or at least has a touch of psychic abilities. in my mind, she doesn't have visions or experience these abilities in a traditional sense. instead, it comes to her through a much more grounded, animalistic connection.

pandora just knows, the same way a tree knows where their roots are. she has these intense gut feelings that spread out through her whole body and announce themselves. they are often vague, a general feeling or direction, but they make perfect sense to her, like the forgotten runes she studies. i find it more realistic and fascinating that she would know "regulus will surprise us and he will find love" instead of "regulus will fall in love with james on this specific wednesday". her psychic abilities are just a part of her, she doesn't feel the need to announce or hurriedly inform anyone of it, she just acts on it the way you would act on being thirsty or your leg hurting. this unique relationship is part of why she speaks in such a strange manner that no one can ever fully decode apart from her and evan. you never know if she is voicing an opinion or a soon-to-be fact, and even if you ask, you probably would not get a straight forward answer.

despite what some people think, pandora understands people deeply, both personally and in general. she understands and studies humanity and she views the world through these instincts and gut feelings of hers, her psychic abilities leading the way. it can be existential, like her knowing that someone will have a terrible life, or it can be practical, like her leading her friend group down another corridor than usual, because part of her knows that flich is down that one and looking for someone to yell at. she wouldn't say "if we do this, flich will catch us", she would just say "we should go this way" – or simply just walk, letting the others follow.

her friends have all come to fully understand this. it's a rule that "pandora's word is law" and everyone will listen and let themselves be led by her. they have no way of knowing whether this is a whimsical instinct of hers or a psychic insight – but it doesn't really matter, either. their connection and loyalty runs so deep, what pandora says goes. barty has many a time found himself digging through the shores of the lakes looking for moonstones, while regulus is only ever truly reassured by her. dorcas and evan have made it their mission to defend their friend group from nargles. it might look absolutely mad to anyone else, but that is part of the appeal.

this vagueness is how i reconcile this headcanon with any canon compliant storylines – i find it so much more interesting when she knows in her stomach that everything will go to hell, but she doesn't know how, and that's why she can't stop it. my favourite hc (i can't remember by who, if anyone knows, please shout) is that pandora knew evan would be killed in duel, so she does everything in her power to make him as skilled and prepared as possible, hoping to avoid it. she teaches him to always go for the weak spots – especially the eyes:,) need i say more? no, thank you.

her psychic abilities can't always change the storyline, but it makes her who she is. our peculiar pandora.

[mythtiide]

its new years and my drawing ability has just completely exploded .. but we ball anyways

[spearminthe]

smashcut of the mutual chicanery between these two dolts of a prince and poet — too often do I see takes painting Orph in a blithely gullible light, when he's plenty apt to yank on Zag's chain in turn whenever he recognizes he's being messed with [vid]

[omppupiiras]

throwback to when watching erika perform at linnan jatkot last december single-handedly made me a fan 🙂‍↕️👏 i mean can ya blame me:

[jesusbutbetterrr]

What’s your top 5 places you’d like to visit!

um, I honestly don't even know anymore haha

So rn we're gonna pretend like I'm not scared of the aspect of meeting the phone sillies irl and pretend like my phone sillies are destinations

In no particular order

1: @jimothybarnes

2: @to-spread-the-ministry

3: @mac-and-thefox

4: @sexy-sea-basss

5: @criticaloser

[hamsamwich23]

Folly: Every time you speak in this pitiful elevator there is a horrendous sound that follows ..

MJ/Judgment: [METAL PIPE SOUND EFFECTS] Whatever could you mean? :]

Folly: Oh my god

[peculiardiction]

Aaaaaah Dc gatcha for gazaaaaa

This one was a 2 parter; dick, babs, and jason, with jason getting Mike wizowskied as both robin (cause he's too teeny) and as red hood (cause he's too damn big)

I unfortunately made the mistake of making the first one like....a month ago...and the second one literally today JDKDJFOFKGO

(Also hiii omg long time no seeeeee 🥺🫶)

[andro-dino]

thinking hard about the bomber cousins again and remembered that since I first made them way back forever ago, Indigo and Marigold were always meant to be specifically really close and both of them take heavily after Blue and Yellow respectively and remembered the fact that canonically, Blue understands Yellow better than anyone else and I am just thinking very hard about that right now (I say with tears in my eyes)

[lazareneblessing]

nat was such a silly baby. kindergarten age beast running around collecting small animal corpses to make weird and scary necro-animals. tryna ressurect that rat but also give him the pigeon's wings because that would be sick as hell dude. trying to impress their dad but only succeeding at making their mom faint.

[pencildragons]

WILD to me that if you go onto my blog All the other recommended blogs are bbcm despite the fact it has been about two and a half years and like six special interests since i last properly engaged with bbcm fandom?????

[tojisun]

!! it’s very silly and unserious and the only reason it’s long is because it’s so vivid in my head. unedited as hell </3

nosy neighbours tf 141 got me giggling. and it’s not even inherently sexy nor attractive, it’s really just them being in people’s (or a person’s) business.

thinking about how, in retirement, they still bought a house together because it’s so odd to have separate lives. and so they bought one in the suburbs, with five bedrooms and four baths, and a really big backyard. kyle picked up gardening so the backyard was not just a plus but a damn requirement.

so they move in, not giving a damn about that one old WASP couple across the street watching them all with a sneer because apparently moving in with your mates is unusual. well, whatever. fuck them.

then they meet their new neighbour. you’re single—divorced, price would tell them later—whose life is centred around your 9 to 5 job at an office in the city which you wake up at 5am for.

you leave the house at 6:30am and then amble back home when it’s pushing 8pm. it’s a boring life; a boring routine. not even your little front lawn of cared-for wild flowers managed to hold their attention longer than a day.

so with that said, they’d like to go on a record and say that it’s all johnny’s fault.

friday evening, he started the game by saying, “she bought a baguette.” he paused. “and a bottle? it's shaped like lube?”

john blinked, setting his book down. “what.”

mactavish shrugged, still peering from the crack in the curtains. kyle walked in then, his apron all dirtied. “hey, i’m craving a baguette.”

johnny laughed and looked at price like price was supposed to get something from that. of course he didn’t, but johnny’s always been good at carrying the momentum so, to no one’s surprise, he repeats the observation three days after the previous one.

“bag’o coal and lemon bread. what the hell.”

“that’s a disgusting dinner combo,” kyle chirps, switching the channels.

simon throws a pillow at him because he had been watching a documentary about moths when kyle changed the program without asking him.

“it’s just monday,” john finally replies, cementing his participation in the game. “why’s she buying lem—did she not grocery shop?”

johnny looks at him, wide-eyed. “that’s a good question, sir.” then he turns, ignoring them again to peer at their neighbour. john’s sure you’re back in your home so he really doesn’t know what johnny’s watching at that point.

simon was successful at wrestling the remote control back to him, and the program’s returned to the moths.

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thursday evening, two and a half weeks after monday’s lemon bread and bag of coal, the game picks up again.

“who the hell makes a rug purchase during the weekdays?” kyle asks, his voice teetering between fascination and concern.

“how long’s the rug?” johnny replies, all of them watching as kyle stands in front of that slip of window they now use for ‘bird watching.’

kyle spreads his arms out—2.5 ft.

“huh,” johnny says. “for the toilet, you reckon?”

“probably for the cat, actually,” simon cuts in.

“what cat.” john doesn’t even know who asked that, but really—what cat?

“a round thing,” simon answers. “grey fur.”

“aww,” johnny croons. “that’s cute.”

john sighs and turns back to the morning paper’s crossword puzzle for the day.

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you don’t join the neighbourhood’s annual summer barbecue party much to their disappointment. although, in all fairness, john understands your decision because they wouldn’t have gone to it anyway had they not found out that the host this year was going to be that WASP couple who still sneered at them every chance they get.

the wife, of course, couldn’t turn them away in front of the other neighbours who particularly loved kyle and, shockingly, simon so there they are, eating what is begrudgingly some good ribs while listening to the neighbourhood gossip.

and while each story was riveting, nothing could honestly hold a candle to their ‘bird’ and your peculiar grocery runs.

.

one evening, you come home with a man. john tells them it’s your ex-husband, admitting to them that yes, he’s now used up their once-a-month pass to accessing ‘special’ resources with regards to finding more about you.

“think they’re fuckin’?” johnny asks, no longer feigning disinterest.

kyle groans because it had been more than a minute now since johnny dropped a card from his stack; they tried their best to be patient as they waited, thinking mactavish needed more time since, apparently, he’s never played cards before—growing up as a catholic boy, he’s always been told that any form of gambling was a gateway to eternal damnation.

john didn’t have the heart to tell him that you didn’t have to make bets to be able to play cards.

“maybe,” simon replies, ignoring kyle’s angry grumbling. “why else would she bring him home? her house ain’t really a wonder.”

“…how do you know that?” kyle asks, his words measured and slowed.

simon blinks, then he sniffs, before looking away.

“hey!” mactavish screams, catching on. “we agreed no tampering with anythin’ of ‘ers!”

“yeah? well tell ‘at to cap’n too—he was already there when i broke in.”

johnny turns to him with a theatrical betrayed look. kyle drops his head on the table because the game’s been fully abandoned now.

“sir,” johnny says, his voice airy like he’s speaking mid-gasp. “you didn’t.”

john licks the back of his teeth, then, “jus’ wanted to see ‘er cat, s’all.”

.

the ex-husband leaves three hours later with a familiar rug tucked to his side.

.

“huh,” simon murmurs, his voice so faint that john almost missed it. “tulips and tuna today.”

johnny and kyle would’ve loved the update but the two are away for the week.

john messages it to the group chat.

suds (19:21)

> holy shit she’s improving.

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oddly enough, it took them six months since they moved in for them to finally talk to you.

or, well, for you to talk to them.

“i’m havin’ a yard sale tomorrow,” you say after the introductions have passed, your lips tugged up in a shy smile.

john honestly couldn’t even remember how he used to envision you—old age caught up to him and for a whole while, you were nothing but a coloured blob in his eyes since they turned out to be more damaged than expected—but whatever that had been was erased the moment you stood before them.

shy and awkward, your back slouched just a little like you’re trying to curl into yourself in the face of their rapt attention, but even then you’re beautiful.

“yeah?” kyle asks, smiling; the first to break out of the trance you put them into. “and would y’need help, pretty miss?”

“oh, you,” you murmur, strained laughter peeling from your lips. “and yeah, i do. would that be alright? i tried moving my old couch downstairs and my back almost gave out. i swear, i thought i was going to see the lord today.”

johnny laughs, loud and booming. “well we’re glad that you didn’t die today, otherwise who would take care of little truffle, huh?”

john barely stopped himself from heaving out a loud sigh, an attempt made more challenging when he caught the way kyle whirled his head to glare at mactavish, the act not any less subtle since it startled you too. simon grumbles something incoherent—it’s lost amidst johnny’s petering laugh and your swelling horror.

“…how, exactly, do you know my cat’s name?”