#muse mail. timmy

[voxvulgi]

who would timmy 💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops out of sancti, theo, and mika?

THREE (3) CHOICES ; Send an emoji below + three (3) different characters / muses that my muse must pick from!

💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops

Rob a bank with Theo, mostly bc Timmy thinks they’re friends and you can’t rob a bank with someone who isn’t your friend.

Hide a body with Sanci bc he looks like he’d know what he’s doing...and would be quiet about it later. Hiding a body would still traumatise Timmy and haunt his dreams until he rats himself out, tho.

Rat out to the cops...Mika, tbh, bc of the sole fact that Timmy doesn’t really know much about her, but she seems up to no good and not like she’ll be regretful or shy about the bad things she’s done.

[heyitsani]

WIP Wednesday

It’s that time of the week again!  Here is a snippet from the second and final chapter of the Mail Order Bride AU story from JD Week.  It’s pretty self explanatory, but we welcome Duke into the family in this piece.  

In other news, the next chapter of the Beauty and the Beast AU will be posted next week (unless I can find the time to write it between finishing a sweater I’m making for my sister in law for her birthday on Sunday, then it’ll be earlier).  I’ve got about 2/3 of that chapter written and then I’ll be onto the dramatic ending of that installment.

No idea when I’ll get to finishing this particular story though, so this is a peace offering.  And also the product of chance Harvey style....I flipped a coin, okay?

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Dick rubbed at his forehead as he pushed the door to the house open, sighing as the scent of whatever Jason had decided to cook for the night hit him and the stress of the day could bleed off.  When he had written Roy about finding a spouse, he honestly hadn’t expected someone like Jason Todd.  But he was so very thankful that that was who he got because life got so much brighter and fuller with the arrival of the man with brilliant turquoise eyes and a eleven year old boy attached at his hip.

If Dick was honest, kids hadn’t been in the plan so soon, but there had been something about the look on the kid’s face that Dick couldn’t say no to.  Or maybe it was the stubborn look that had taken over Jason’s face? Either way, his heart hadn’t stood a chance.

It was no different the day that Jason walked into his workplace with Timmy and two girls he had never seen before.  His heart had been stolen by the pair of them just as much as their brother and Pa before them.  And though people around town were saying he was too soft and let Jason get away with too much, Dick didn’t care.  He loved coming home to the sound of Tim and Steph chattering, the sight of Cass at the table working diligently on her school work, and Jason doing various tasks around the house.  His heart felt full in a way it hadn’t since before his parents had died.

“Pa, Dat’s home!” Tim’s voice called out as the boy caught sight of him hanging up his coat and resting his hat on the rack Jason had installed a few months back.  “Pa did something today.”  That made Dick’s eyebrow rise.

“For fuck’s sake, Tim,” Jason grumbled as he walked into the hallway where Dick was still standing. “Kid makes it sound like I burned down half the house.”

Dick wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just looked at Jason curiously for a moment.  He watched the man rub at the back of his neck and Dick immediately knew he did something he wasn’t sure how Dick was going to react to. But the stubborn look was in his eyes. Which from experience meant one thing.

“The train came through today,” Dick mused with a small smile.  “We have another addition?”  It made Dick’s chest warm when Jason’s shoulders slumped in relief and he smiled at Dick.  Following Jason when he waved Dick in the direction of the kitchen, Dick immediately saw a boy at the table with Cass.  Despite the layers of clothes that included a hat and the fact that his face was practically shoved in a bowl of whatever Jason had prepared for him, Dick could see how skinny the kid was.

“Duke,” Jason called softly, causing the boy to freeze and raise his eyes to look at Jason before shifting the caramel gaze to Dick.  “This is Dick.”

Noticing the child seemed just as wary as the others had, Dick carefully approached the table and sat down across from where Duke was seated.  “Hi Duke,” he spoke softly, looking at the boy with a small smile. “I’m Dick, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Sir,” the boy spoke quietly, keeping his head bowed but his eyes peering at Dick through his lashes.

“Oh no, not another one!” Dick laughed, looking over at Jason who had an almost fond look on his face.  Dick sent him a wide smile before looking back to Duke, who just looked confused. “None of that sir stuff, please. I get it at work far too much, I don’t want it at home amongst family.”

Duke gave him a nod and Dick leaned back in his chair.  He watched the kid go back to eating and sent a wink over to Cass who had been observing the exchange with a narrowed eye look that Dick had come to recognize as her reading the situation.  She gave him a toothy smile before pushing a paper toward him, tapping a number on the list.

Taking the paper, Dick glanced it over and recognized it as her math homework.  Which was why she asked him to check a problem and not Jason. This was his place of expertise. Jason handled everything else, but math was his.  He looked over the problem before sliding the paper back to Cass.  “Perfect,” he told her as a bowl appeared in front of him. Looking up at Jason, Dick snagged the man’s hand before he could walk away, giving it a squeeze.

[eldritch-essor]

the Christmas Switch

Prompt: Satan gets Christmas letters from kids who misspell Santa’s name. 

It’s one strange day in Hell indeed when someone dares to interrupt Satan’s afternoon nap. 

“Ex-Excuse me, Sir—” Satan cracks a single eye open, studying the postman in front of him who’s somehow managing to simultaneously sweat like a broken water fountain and tremble at the near frequency of an electric toothbrush. Rather understandable, the Devil thinks, considering that the poor man’s standing in Hell, directly within blasting range of the ruler of said land. 

“Yes?”

The postman jumps at his voice, lower than usual from his recent nap and twice as menacing, though Lucifer would probably just dump a cup of water onto him. Trembling even harder, he involuntarily retreats a few steps away. Not like it would help him in any way. 

Satan sighs, rubbing at his temples with a clawed hand to ward off the incoming migraine that’s sure to set in sooner or later. 

“What brings you to my domain?” he asks slowly and clearly, making sure not to move too quickly lest the postman gets a heart attack. 

“I— There’s a— no, I mean—” the man starts, stumbling over his words as he frantically roots through his satchel, spilling several letters in the process. Satan raises a single eyebrow as he watches. The postman finally manages to produce a neatly stacked set of envelopes of varying sizes and colours, and Satan vaguely muses at how miraculous it is that he hasn’t dropped any of the letters into the pond of lava right next to him yet. Clearing his throat, the postman starts again, proffering the stack towards Satan with a hand that’s trembling so hard he’s actually amazed the man hasn’t managed to shake the words right off the paper itself. “I mean to say, you have— your post, S-Sir.”

Satan nearly chokes on his drink. 

Letters? He wonders, internally backtracking. And for me, of all people? It’s only when the postman replies that he realises he said it out loud.

“Yes, Mr. Sa— I mean, sir.” The postman tentatively takes a step forward, eyes honed onto the Devil for any sign of movement that would presumably send him running like the wind. After detecting no threat — or at least, as minimal of a threat as one such as Satan could pose — he quickly lays the letters down at Satan’s feet, holding out a clipboard and pen towards Satan gingerly. “N-now, would you please sign here to declare that y-you’ve received your mail?”

The second Satan manages to scrawl what should resemble a signature onto the space indicated — it’s not as if he’s ever needed to write, that’s Lucifer’s job as the accountant — the postman snatches everything back and disappears in literal seconds. Satan watches the man’s rapidly receding back and contemplates how he made his way into Hell in the first place.

After he’s certain the postman’s long gone, Satan picks up the stack of letters thoughtfully wrapped in a length of twine string. “Letters for me, huh.” he mutters as he picks apart the knot, dumping the five envelopes onto his lap.

For lack of a better term, they were all covered with the brightest colours that a crayon could conjure. And they were all labeled in the shaky handwriting of children who have just mastered how to write their first letters. 

tO sAtAn, the envelopes proudly declared, in various colors. Unable to hold back his curiosity, the Devil slit open one of the envelopes with a pitch-black fingernail and glanced at the letter within.

dEar saTan, the letter starts. mY name iS EmiLY, aNd i am 6 YERs Od. (It took a few moments to adjust his eyes to the assorted sizes of the letters. ivv bEN a GOOd GIRL THis YER, aN i wOULd ReeLy LUvE a pupy fR CRissmass! pRETTY pLEasE?  YOU COULd COmE OvER aNd pLay wiTH HER, two!   Satan finds his lips cracking into a smile as he decides the brown coloured blob on the bottom of the page is most probably a drawing of a dog. 

Picking up the other letters, he opens them more eagerly, devouring the content within like a man who’s been deprived of water for a long time. Except, he doesn't exactly need water to survive (demon and all) but that’s beside the point. Timmy would like an action figurine (whatever that was), Ann wanted a new teddy, and the other two letters were written in penmanship that the Devil simply couldn’t decipher, even when he took out his reading glasses and squinted at the crayon scribbles so intensely the letter nearly went up in flames. 

And no, the Devil certainly did not accidentally singe a hole into one of the letters in the process. 

“LUCIFER! I DEMAND YOU READ THIS FOR ME, THIS INSTANT.” 

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Out of everything he’s put up with over the past few centuries — not that Santa would ever admit that he was ancient — getting ambushed by a cloud of ash and sulphur was definitely a first. And that was saying something, considering how often he’s been tripped up by a devious string of bells wrapped around the kitchen in a childish attempt to catch him out during the job. And just don’t mention the cookies and milk. Santa didn’t know who started the ridiculous notion that he’d like twenty million cups of milk and double the amount of chocolate cookies during one night, considering how they’d forgotten one crucial fact: he was lactose intolerant. Also, who in the world in their right minds would think one man would be able to stomach enough cookies to sustain a small army in one night? Ridiculous.

Well, there was a reason why Santa didn’t sneak into houses via the chimney anymore. Not that Satan seemed to care, that is.

Santa blinks. Wiping the soot off his glasses to the best of his ability, he squinted hard at the figure in front of him, internally wincing at the scolding Mrs. Claus would definitely give him for getting his suit dirty again. That was Satan, all right, with an innocent ‘deer in the headlights’ look that had no business being on his face. 

“What are you doing here, Satan?” he asks, furiously wiping his glasses, as if he’ll be able to banish the sight of the Devil in a crude mimicry of his own outfit. Satan shrugged nonchalantly, with a grin so big Santa half expects to be eaten whole. It certainly looked… ominous. The barely disguised, unadulterated glee behind was even more so.

“I’ve been asked to deliver some Christmas presents!” he chirps, and Santa swears, if Satan’s smile was creepy, Satan chirping was horribly terrifying. Had he managed to overthrow God or something? He should just— wait. 

What?

“Little Emily has specifically requested for me, so you can just move along,” Satan says smoothly, leading Santa to the door. 

Santa finds himself standing next to his reindeer — who are coincidentally having a staring match with Cerberus and Hades, who are somehow perched on the roof — when he finally processes what’s going on — oh no. 

Immediately, he runs back into the house, making sure not to wake up the inhabitants of the house when he proceeds to have a whispering match with the Devil.

“Look, Satan,” he starts, trying his best to be reasonable. “You don’t have to strain yourself like this. I’m sure I can manage to cover the five kids who’ve accidentally written your name on their letter on my rounds. How about you just head back to Hell and, I don’t know, take a dip in one of your lava pools?” He was interrupted by a barely suppressed growl and oh, that was why people don’t usually like Satan; he mused as he was confronted by a rapidly reddening face and glaring red eyes. 

“She wrote to me, Santa.” Satan hisses, waving a piece of paper that’s somehow singed in a corner and covered with crayon but the word ‘sAtAN’ is vaguely distinguishable in the top left corner. “Me.” Satan puffed his chest out in childish triumph. “Not you.”

Santa sighs, pinching his nose with a still soot-covered hand. Of course, this would happen.

“This happens every year, alright?” he says in an attempt to pacify the beast. “Some kid misspells my name, and the post office is usually smart enough to redirect it my way. One of them must have slipped up this year, and that’s why this happened.” 

This, however, seems to be the wrong thing to say, as steam metaphorically — or is it literally? — starts pouring out of the Devil’s pointed ears.

Santa quickly decides that he’s not paid enough to deal with Satan on top of delivering presents to another couple million houses before dawn — and that’s already five minutes he could’ve used to get that done wasted — and so he just roughly jerks the basket out of Satan’s hand before ruffling through his sack — a little girl would probably love a doll or something — when sharp needle like teeth latch onto the hand that was holding the basket.

Satan watches calmly as Santa frantically pries the teeth of the small creature off his finger.

“Down, pup.” he says once he’s decided Santa has had enough punishment — the insolent brat — and the creature obediently lets go, diving back into the basket before Santa can see what it is.

“It’s just a puppy,” Satan says soothingly. “Nothing wrong with that, right?”

“I suppose.” Santa concedes as he bandages his bleeding finger. “Now, no giving them anything inappropriate, alright? Or I’ll make sure never to let a single letter reach you again, no matter how many typos there are. Deal?”

Santa’s never seen the Devil grin so widely before. And so, he reluctantly allows Satan to leave his present at the Christmas tree. He supervises as Satan carefully leaves wrapped presents that look somewhat safe — a plastic sword, a teddy bear, a few figurines — under others. 

At last, all the houses have been visited and dawn is peeking across the horizon. Santa lays sprawled across a particularly overgrown roof as he watches the sunrise with his reindeer — and never in a million years would he ever imagine — Satan, Hades and Cerberus, who’s still staring at Rudolf, growling.

“This was a good year,” he says, satisfied with his work. After all, he managed to deliver all the presents, and on top of that, Satan didn’t burn anything down! It was an accomplishment in itself. “Next year, if you want, I’ll teach you how to make gifts, so you don’t have to buy them from stores.”

“Buy gifts?” Satan looks at him quizzically. “Why would I have to do that? I’ve practically got everything they could ask for stowed away somewhere in Hell. A sword was just plain easy. I did have to bribe Hephaestus to make some of the figurines, but it’s pure luck that Cerberus’ kit had pups this year.”

Santa feels a sinking sensation in his stomach as he processes this. 

“You did WHAT?!”

-vrei.essor

[bluboothalassophile]

Hi Blu! I love Lucifer in his grandfather role, so it would be great if he decided to organize a dinner to meet the family of the boyfriend of his beloved granddaughter, Bruce with an existential crisis, the batfamily joining the drama, aunt Alice, Victor, Harley and Ivy, Gabriel in his alcoholic facet, the occasional angel, God as an unwelcome surprise guest of Lucifer, Jason being bombarded with questions, Raven with ageless shame, Damian being the favorite of Maze and Lucifer. A lot of drama.

Hello,

Alright, I am working on your other requests. Just I’ve been dead lately. Now I have writing time and I feel indulgent to write this up; it’ll be another mini multichap, so I hope you enjoy!

Impending Disasters!

Lucifer had never indulged in Thanksgiving, a useless human holiday.

But after everything; and he did mean EVERYTHING, in thelast year he found himself very curious about this holiday. Particularly withthe new addition of ‘Family’.

This family was nothing like his own, it was so alien it wasfascinating. Amenadiel and Gabriel were the only siblings he was involved withat this moment, and even those relationships were strained. His niece, Elianewas not really family even if he looked out for her. She had a perfectly sensiblehuman family adoring her.

About the closest thing to family that he had, that he couldclaim to be family, was Maze.

But then that girl came crashing into his life, running intohis club, bloody, bruised, scared, confused and on the run. Yes, that girl hadchanged it all, for that was his granddaughter, a creature he hadn’t evenbothered to keep up with because he had created her father in spite. Then shewas there, looking at him for help, him, Maze, and Constantine were there tokeep her safe.

Rachel ‘Raven’ Roth, his granddaughter, the most powerfuldemon in existence had brought him into a crashing reality as she dragged himinto a family.

She had an older adopted brother, Victor ‘Cyborg’ Stone. Hermother’s father, Alan Roth was a rabi, a Holocaust survivor. He had a daughter,Raven’s aunt Alice, and Alice had married to a devote Catholic, Jack Williams.They had three human children starting with Mary-Beth, Billy, and Jessica. Thenthere were Raven’s adopted niece and nephews; Melvin, Timmy, and Teether. AndConstantine had recently adopted the role of father for Raven, even forging papersfor this. Also her other adopted aunts, Harleen Quinzel and Pamela Isley.

Then there was his darling granddaughter’s ‘not boyfriend’boyfriend’s family. Yes, Lucifer had learned a lot about humans through the extensivefamily of Jason Todd. Yes, the Bats had introduced him to a lot of human nuancesand this holiday.

“Lucifer, I’m not sure that this is a wise decision,” Mazesaid as she looked over his invitation.

“Nonsense, it will be a splendid occasion, and we have neverindulged in a human tradition before,” Lucifer pointed out as he stood on thebalcony of Lux watching the staff set up for the night.

“Yes, but these are humans, angels, demons, all in oneplace,” Maze pointed out.

“We mingle with humans all the time,” he countered.

“Not like this,” Maze countered.

“It will be fun,” he smiled broadly as he looked at her.

“It’s going to be a disaster,” Maze predicted.

“Nonsense, it will be enchanting,” he smiled. He was goingto enjoy this ‘family’ gathering. He had never been so excited for anything,this was going to be fun.

Lucifer had never had a family before, and this was going tobe an interest gathering. Perhaps humans had mastered something angels hadn’t:

Being a family.

His Father had ensured that family bonds were not formedamong them, so perhaps, this was Lucifer’s chance to have a family. He wantedit.

~~~*~*~*~~~

A lot had happened to her these past few years, at least toher and from her standpoint.

So she wasn’t all that surprised when her grandfather hadmailed her a beautiful invitation to Thanksgiving. And yes, while it had takena lot of getting used to, Raven accepted that Lucifer Morningstar, notoriousclub owner and lady’s man, was her grandfather. Also, the Devil.

It was fitting she supposed.

Anyways, she wasn’t surprised to pick up the envelope andsee his elegant scrawl on it, and sighed as she walked back into her apartment.Her phone rang then.

“Hey Lucifer,” Raven answered knowing it was him.

“Raven, my favorite granddaughter!” Lucifer announced gleefully.

“How’s it going?” she asked.

“Splendid, I was calling to inquire about your mail.”

“You mean the beautiful invitation that you’ve sent me for aformal informal Thanksgiving at Lux, full family requested?” she mused becauseshe was reading the letter now.

“Yes, is it proper enough for Thanksgiving?” Lucifer asked.

“Looks fine to me, Luci,” she shrugged.

“Wonderful, I sent it to all your family, with tickets andhotel reservations, and your boyfriend’s family.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That gentleman friend of yours.”

“Jason!?” Raven sputtered.

“Yes, that chap, he’s a lovely gentleman by the way,” Luciferstated smugly.

“You invited the Waynes, all of them to a Thanksgiving!?”Raven gasped.

“It seems like a wonderful time for me to meet my granddaughter’sboyfriend’s family,” Lucifer announced.

“LUCIFER!” Raven shouted.

“I must be going, there are so many preparation to be done,and I expect to see you soon love.”

“Wait! Luci!” Raven started but the other end of the linewent dead.

Oh shit!

Raven fell onto her couch and screamed into a pillow.

Ever since Lucifer had gotten involved with her life, whileit was infinitely more interesting, it was also infinitely more complicated asLucifer didn’t seem to grasp how humans operated and got exceedingly offendedwhen people blamed the Devil for their sins.

Suddenly Constantine walked into her apartment through aportal.

“What is this about you having a boyfriend?” Constantineasked.

Raven groaned into the pillow.

Fucking complications of Lucifer for a grandfather! Also, hehad thought she and Jason were dating; which did not help their claims to thecontrary.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason was lounging on his couch with Ace when he had a beautifulletter appear in his hand which had him yelping, throwing his book and jumping;mostly because he hadn’t expected it.

After the initial shock of the letter just appearing in hishand, he finally sighed.

He only knew a handful of magic people who’d send himletters; exclusively in this order:

-Lucifer Morningstar; yes, the Devil would do this.

-John Constantine; unlikely as he’d just walk in and demandwhatever he wanted.

-Raven, but that was also unlikely as she’d also just walkin or call; she called a lot.

Slowly he opened the letter then tore out his phone andcalled Raven for an explanation.

[voxvulgi]

multiples of 6 - for whoever you think has the best answer including youuuu (you can skip those you don't like xD)

// alright so *cracks knuckles* *puts on accountant hat* *takes out calculator* in 100, the largest multiple of 6 is 96, which has 16 6′s in it. i have 18 muses, but 4 of them are exclusive, so i can stick to the 14 non-exclusive muses and have 2 questions to spare, which i can answer myself

Keep reading

6: do you keep plants? 

“I do. I live alone, so the flat feels dead sometimes. Plants help me feel like I don’t live alone. I do like isolation, but that’s only to a certain extent. Plants are living beings you have to take care of, and they’re a sight for sore eyes, too. I especially like them in the kitchen. When I wake up to make breakfast, the sun is at an angle that pours gold into my kitchen window, and the specific shade of green of their leaves is absolutely gorgeous. I also have a group of small pots to plant thyme and rosemary and such. I could just buy them fresh, but picking your spices yourself every now and again just...engulfs the senses.”

12: what's your favorite planet? 

“When Malik asked me this question and I told him Uranus, he laughed at me for ten minutes straight. At first, he laughed for a few seconds because he thought I was making a joke, but when I told him I was serious, he laughed for the rest of the ten. I really wish scientists just let Uranus be called Ouranos. Did they really not consider that sometime in the future, a girl would tell someone that her favourte planet was your-anus and get laughed at? Rude. But anyway, Uranus is my favourite planet...literally just because it’s pretty. Blue is my favourite colour. Also, it’s the only planet that spins on its side, which was what made me decide that it was more worthy of being my favourite planet than Neptune. Neptune just goes with the flow. Lame, right? Uranus is not like other planets. It’s different. It stays home and eats chicken nuggets instead of going to parties. Also, it was the only planet named after a Greek god instead of a Roman one, and when I found that out, I was like finally, and I just made it my favourite planet.”

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

“I live with my cousins, alright? They own a pub. So, basically, we live upstairs, and the pub is downstairs and open until late. My cousins don’t have a problem with this because they set their won work hours and wake and sleep as they please and all, but I have to attend work with the local herbalist sometimes because she trains me. So, one night, the pub was open well after the usual closing time because some man was getting married in a few days and wanted to celebrate with his friends. I’m not the kind of person to tell people how to live their lives and how late to go to bed, but I was irritated and went downstairs to ask my cousin when this would be over. You know, just so I could get a good idea of when I’ll finally be able to sleep. When I got there, the man to be married was flirting with the barmaid. I would have ignored it, but she looked terribly uncomfortable. I told him off first, and it didn’t work-- obviously. So I went back to my room and gathered some leftover poison ivy powder. I went back downstairs, flirted with him, and unbuckled his belt in front of all his friends. They ooh’ed and ahh’ed because they’re idiots, then I tugged on the back of his waistband and left him with poison ivy all over his arse. I waited until his face twisted and he started drunkenly panicking, then I left. That man didn’t know I’m related to the owners since my cousins are white and all, so there was no harm done to the pub’s reputation, but my cousins and the pub workers -- even the barmaid -- now keep asking me not to hide poison ivy in their pants whenever I look even mildly disapproving.”

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

“I’d trust Alan with every one of my secrets. Except if I do something that isn’t actually worrying but I think might worry him anyway. Because he’s a worrier. That’s not technically a secret.”

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

“Look, I think everyone has been truly scared. There’s always a moment in their life that really scares them, and just because it isn’t as scared as they can psychologically be doesn’t mean it wasn’t true scared. So yes, I have been truly scared. The most scared I’ve ever been was, obviously enough, when I got the phone call from my mother about Joseph.”

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

“Branches. They’re upbeat but at the same time make me feel calm and relaxed, which is thankfully my mood in general.”

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

“My favourite coffee shop is a block down from my work. I rarely take work there, usually just buy a coffee and leave or stay for a while and lounge. It’s my favourite because they make the coffee taste how it smells. If coffee doesn’t taste the way it smells, you might as well be drinking mud water. They practically have walls instead of windows, and there’s this terrace on the second floor. It gives you a good view of the street. Looks best in the morning because there’s a park just a street away and people everywhere. The coffee shop itself -- the interior, I mean -- is just clean and tidy. Their seats are comfortable but don’t look like something a wannabe hippie would own. They like their plants in moderation. Their tables are glass, not metal or wood. They don’t have puns or cheesy quotes anywhere. I like that.”

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

“My biggest fear was that a dragon would kidnap my mom and hide her in a tower. I thought and still think that my mom is so pretty! So I figured that if a dragon was going to kidnap someone, it would be my mom. I don’t have that fear now, but I’m...well, I’m really afraid of Jace dying.”

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

“Jenny and Dean last father’s day. Their dad’s already been dead for about a year at that point, but...hell, it’s their dad. I probably looked really sad, too, and he wasn’t even my biological dad.”

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

“I do like poetry. Not big on the older stuff, mostly because of the language barrier. The modern stuff is easier to understand. I actually prefer confessional poetry because it’s like looking into the dark corners of someone’s mind, and not in this romanticised way. Not for me, at least. This certain kind makes me feel seen because when someone shares their experiences from behind their own eyes, in their own shoes, they experience emotions and thoughts that are so raw and human that I feel less alone reading them. I haven’t read that much, to be honest, so I don’t have favourites. I’ve only read the more popular ones that have been coming out in the past decade, so I think picking a favourite is unfair because my pool is so small.”

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? 

“I don’t know. I’ve never worn a flower crown, but I suppose that if I were given one, I’d like for it to have a good amount of leaves along with the flowers. Green is my favourite colour. The flowers can be anything, but I think open ones look better. Maybe daisies-- they sound perfect. Yellows and pinks and reds would be welcome, too, as long as there’s a good amount of white daisies.”

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

“I would not say I forget easily, but I note everything down, just in case. Some things are too important to get wrong, while others just cause avoidable inconvenience. It helps me organise my time and prioritise, too, so I just opt for making notes.”

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

“Fanclub! They’re very cute. I only saw them in that movie called Despicable Me. Most of the time, Ivan and I aren’t allowed to use the TV, but it was on one of the days we were allowed, so we watched it. I liked it a lot. The minions are so full of energy and happy and stuff.”

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

“Ooooh, yes!! I’m gonna get a bunch of tattoos! They won’t be anything fancy, though. Just some stars and smiley faces here and there. They’ll all be in colour. Nothing black or white. There’s probably gonna be some small dinosaurs. And music notes. Oh, and rocket ships! I’ll just get a tattoo every time I think of something. They’ll be small. Like, and inch or something, so there’s plenty of room!”

90: talk about one of your favorite cities.

“Paris is my favourite city. The thing about it is...it loves you. That’s how I can describe it. It’s a very old city, okay? A lot of shit went down in it. There were wars and revolutions and all that. I admit that I don’t know much about the historical details because I sucked ass in history class, but I just feel like Paris was founded on fighting, and people fight for their rights and the things they love. So...I think that every building in Paris was made with love and built with a purpose. I don’t like New York because I feel like it just wants to eat you. Paris loves you. I’m very appreciative of that, and I’m appreciative of the buildings most of all. Especially the old ones are gorgeous. I try to incorporate as much of Paris into my architecture models as I could.”

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

“Not really quickly. If I just got on my computer and it tells me it needs to update, I wait until I’m done with my task before I update it. Otherwise, it’ll keep bothering me about it, so I just like to get it over with. Similar thing with my phone. I postpone the update until bedtime then let it update while I sleep. No need to let it disturb the flow of my day, you know? But I’m still gonna do it. I’m not a big procrastinator.”

[voxvulgi]

Timmy!!!

Send me the name of one of my OCs and I’ll write an angry Tumblr gremlin rant about why they’re Problematic™

someone legit made a dyslexic character who’s plain stupid, and everyone is just rolling with it? you know people with dyslexia don’t have inferior intelligence in any way, AND YET?? Timmy could have been a great nod to people with learning disorders if he was given AT LEAST ONE BRAIN CELL. but he was just made to be a dumb, sO RaNdOm Owo !!, teenage boy who only cares about wasting his time? he’s not even intelligent enough to not drink a milkshake despite being lactose intolerant. his only talent is skateboarding. he basically gets adopted by a rich family and all he does is spend their money and live in their house without trying to make a better, successful person out of himself. typical gen Z stereotype. only cares about having fun, doesn’t give a flying fuck about what the future looks like because it’s nOT hERe yEt. ffs. he might as well have been written by some boomer who believes every “MiLLeNiaLS RuiNeD tHe X iNduStRY” article they see. the core concept of his character had so much potential, but it was all thrown to the wind. WE NEED BETTER LEARNING DISORDER REPRESENTATION.

tl;dr: Timmy is stupid because he’s yOuNg and has dyslexia. it’s very fucking damaging for him to even exist as a character.

[voxvulgi]

☎ - For Spoon in Timmy’s phone!!!

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone

NAME: spens

RINGTONE: Can’t Stop the Feeling by Justin Timberlake

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ voice message: 0:05 ]

LAST TEXT SENT: [ voice message: 0:47 ]

[voxvulgi]

It had taken her a long while. But finally all 7 of the flower crowns she needed were done. Letting out a short sigh before jumping up and finding all the people who wanted one, placing them on their heads one by one, sneaking up on anyone she could just to see the pure reaction of getting one. "You guys are all the rainbow colors now!"

RED - “What’s-- oh. Oh, this is lovely. Thank you.”

ORANGE - “A ring of plant corpses on my head. Nice. I love it.”

YELLOW - “Oh man, thanks! This is super cool! You got skills.”

GREEN - “This is so gorgeous. It’s fit for a forest prince-- thank you!”

BLUE - “--for me? Why did you... It’s-- the colour of my eyes.”

INDIGO - “Pretty! I might take off my scarf at home, but I am not taking this off. Watch me morph into a flower-petal-type species. With this magical crown, nothing can stop me now!”

VIOLET -  “Oh, my God; I am a colour of a rainbow! One part of a rainbow!”