#old web adjacent

[kantharohs]

[stick-by-me]

Old school, still cool!

New follower sticker for: @the-letterh!

+ an extra lil cut out version :]

[distortedsense]

Old art. Some leaning in the direction I would take it when I got confident enough to start deliberately making it for my book. I generally try to make the collages somewhat seamless now (some exceptions) but you can definitely see the seams more in my old art (on purpose)

[jasontodddidnothingwrong]

Highly specific things I think the Bats do that piss off Babs

(From someone who works in a job that's librarian-adjacent)

Bruce

Constantly writes case notes on paper (which is fine) but either neglects to digitise them at all or dumps huge quantities of notes on her desk, with little or no organisation for her to sort through and digitise for him (she does not). Babs is 100% certain he only writes in a little notepad because The Grey Ghost did it.

Dick

Constantly loses/breaks his phone. He at least has the sense to comm Babs when he loses them so she can wipe them, but it's still incredibly frustrating to have to wipe Dick's brand new phone for the third time that month and then set up a new one with all the bat- bells and whistles because he forgot to zip his pockets up before doing a flip.

Jason

He still uses a flip phone entirely because he knows Babs couldn't get anything useful from it even if she could hack it. Also writes notes on paper, but they NEVER see the light of a photocopier. Insists he can just remember everything in his head.

Cass

Takes video notes, because she can express herself easier through sign language. This is one hundred percent not her fault, and Babs isn't mad at her. She's actually mad that she can't get her ASL transcription software to work flawlessly, so she has to dedicate A LOT of storage space to keeping the original videos.

Duke

Abbreviates way too many things in his notes but doesn't explain what they mean. Also uses slang Babs is painfully aware she's getting too old to keep track of and then mocks her when she doesnt know it.

Tim

Is the worst. Why?

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casenotesfinal.docx

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Damian

Invents his own highly complicated note taking and file management systems that only make sense to him. Refuses to explain any of it because "if you can't understand my case notes, then obviously you're not worthy of them".

Steph

Surprisingly concise, well-organised and thorough with her case notes, but bought something off Temu with the Bat-Credit-Card once and got the details leaked to the dark web.

[theseventhdimension]

okay okay, hear me out, Aaron Hotchner (post Hailey’s death) with a male reader significant other who isn’t with the FBI.

Reader is super harmonic with Jack and they’re all very domestic together so when aaron is able to be on cases continuously and spontaneously without having to call anyone to look after Jack, the team gets suspicious cause, wdym hotch doesn’t call jessica or anyone else?!?

and then they’re all like, so who’s this mystery lady, and well… it isn’t a special lady

hope your holiday was nice :)

Just Some Guy (In Hotch’s Kitchen)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Male! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

DNI: Fem-aligned

Author's Note: When I tell you i ran to complete this request, I am not joking. This is hilarious. 🤤

I think I'm getting better at dialogue? Description has always been my strong suit, and I have a tendency to make character's a little ooc, but after *Whisper* binge watch the earlier seasons again.. I think i'm using more language that the character's themselves are using. 😋

As always, feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoy :))

No one suspected anything at first. Which, frankly, was the embarrassing part. Wheels were up. But apparently, so was Hotch’s mood. Which was… not standard protocol.

He was still there at 7:30 sharp, still crisp in suit and tie, still handing out case files like clockwork. But the edges had changed. Subtly. The kind of change you only noticed when you knew what the old shape used to be. And the BAU had quite the bit of experience with it.

The first clue was the phone calls, or the lack of them.

“Wheels up in 30,” Hotch said, stepping out of his office one Thursday afternoon, file tucked under his arm.

Emily blinked. “Don’t you need to… call Jessica?”

Hotch paused a fraction too long. “No. It’s taken care of.”

And then he walked off. Like that was normal.

Except it wasn’t. Because since Haley’s death, every late-night or last-minute case came with a Hotchner-adjacent logistical flurry: scrambling for backup, adjusting for Jack. Jessica dropping everything. Garcia babysitting. Morgan teaching Jack how to throw a football in Quantico’s parking lot because nobody else was available.

But lately?

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

It kept happening. On Friday evenings. At 2 a.m. calls. Even once on a Saturday morning, which felt borderline blasphemous!!

Jack was always fine. Always “covered.” Always “already sorted.” And Hotch? He was weirdly relaxed about it. Not relaxed-relaxed, he was still Hotch, but in that quiet, steady way, like he was sleeping more than three hours a night. Like he wasn’t drowning anymore.

Naturally, the team spiraled.

It was Garcia who said it first.

She popped her head into the bullpen one morning, a pink thermos in one hand and her nails painted a dazzling electric blue. “Okay, question,” she said, “and this isn’t gossip, it’s concerned and loving observation, but… has anyone else noticed that our dear Unit Chief has stopped calling Jessica when we go wheels up?”

Reid looked up from his screen. “I have. It’s anomalous.”

“Exactly!” Garcia beamed, spinning in a slow, graceful circle like the drama demanded movement. “So I did some snooping—light snooping, just on the surface web, and Jessica hasn’t posted a photo of Jack in months. Which, I mean, okay, privacy, sure, but also.. why??”

Morgan leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “Wait. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

JJ chimed in, her voice quiet but curious. “He’s… seeing someone.”

“Oh my God.” Emily’s face lit up. “Hotch has a girlfriend.”

Reid frowned. “There’s no behavioral evidence to support that hypothesis. He hasn’t altered his routines, his scent is the same-”

“Scent?” Emily raised an eyebrow.

“I mean cologne. He hasn’t changed brands.”

“Thanks, Sherlock.”

“But it could still be someone,” JJ said thoughtfully. “He’s been… softer. Around the edges.”

“Softer,” Garcia repeated dreamily. “Like a stale marshmallow left out just long enough to get that perfect chew.”

Morgan grimaced. “Baby girl.. Why would you say that?”

You were elbow-deep in dinner prep when it happened; knife in one hand, sauce simmering low on the back burner, and Jack perched on a kitchen stool, legs swinging, rattling off planet facts between bites of sliced cucumber.

“The sun doesn’t count, right?” he asked, licking salt from his fingers.

You shook your head, amused. “Nope. Sun’s the center. Tell me again, what’s the biggest planet?”

“Jupiter!” he grinned. “Easy.”

“Starboy strikes again!”

The house smelled of garlic and sesame oil, warm light bleeding in through the kitchen window. You moved around the space with practiced ease—pan to counter, towel to hands, reaching above the sink for plates. It had been a long day, but the kind that settled into your bones without complaint. The kind that felt earned.

Then you heard the front door unlock.

You glanced at the time, Aaron said he’d be home early, and it tracked. You wiped your hands, already smiling, half-ready to tease him about forgetting the scallions.

But it wasn’t just one pair of footsteps.

The hallway creaked.

And then-

Six people stepped into your home like they were walking into a hostage situation.

Emily blinked first, frozen halfway into the room. “Oh,” she said faintly. “Um.”

Rossi stopped beside her, mouth half-open. Garcia’s glitter-coated eyes were huge. Reid hovered in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if this counted as breaking and entering. JJ gave you a polite, deeply confused smile.

You, barefoot in Aaron’s hoodie, holding a wooden spoon, said the only thing you could think of.

“Uh, hi?”

“Oh my God,” Garcia whispered, visibly short-circuiting.

Morgan stepped forward cautiously, like he was worried you'd vanish. “Hey. Sorry—uh. Are.. you the babysitter?”

“Family?” JJ guessed, tilting her head. “Uncle? Cousin?”

You blinked. “Well, um, not exactly…”

Aaron walked in behind them then, adjusting his tie like this wasn’t a sitcom moment from hell. Jack darted straight to him.

“You brought them!” he chirped, latching onto his dad’s side.

“I didn’t mean to bring them,” Aaron said, sighing.

“Wait.” Emily’s voice cut the air. “Wait, wait, wait.”

Reid’s eyes darted to you. “Wait. If he lives here, and Jack knows him, and he’s wearing your hoodie—”

“Holy shit,” Emily whispered, eyes wide. “You’re his boyfriend.”

You blinked. “I mean… I’m not the boyfriend. I’m his—well, I guess I am the boyfriend. But also like… Jack’s stepdad? In spirit. Or, you know, ..macaroni art.”

Morgan dragged a hand down his face. “Man. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Rossi looked around—the kid art on the fridge, the socks in the hallway, the way Jack had started humming to himself at the table again. He smiled, small and sure. “Well. I’ll be damned.”

Aaron stepped beside you, his hand brushing lightly against your back. “Everyone, this is my boyfriend.”

You gave a half-wave. “Nice to meet you, officially ..There’s food, if you want it?”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Then Emily muttered, “I need to sit down.”

Jack popped his head out from behind Aaron’s hip. “Dad said they might find out.”

Hotch glanced at you. “He also said you’d panic.”

“I’m not panicking,” you said, calmly placing a wooden spoon into the sink. “I’m surprised. There’s a difference.”

Garcia squeaked. “You make dinner? Like, actual food? From scratch? With sauce and everything?”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. I kind of… do most of the home stuff. Aaron works late, and I freelance from home, so it makes sense. And Jack—well, he’s easy to cook for. Kid likes sushi and peanut butter, so we’re golden.”

Morgan stepped in, still sizing you up like he was waiting for you to reveal your criminal record. “How long has this been going on?”

Aaron answered that one. “A little under a year since we met, we've been together for about.. 7 months, though. I didn’t want to introduce him too early—not until Jack was ready.”

“I was ready,” Jack said. “I told him to keep him.”

You reached over and ruffled his hair. “It’s true. I was basically adopted.”

Hotch let his hand rest lightly on your upper arm, casual and open in a way he rarely was around anyone else. “He’s the reason I’m still standing.”

That shut everyone up.

Later, after the team had accepted drinks and second helpings and Jack had shown each of them his solar system three times, you stood in the kitchen with Emily and Garcia as they washed dishes by hand.

Garcia dried a plate and gave you a side-eye. “So. Be honest. You cook, you clean, and you co-parent. But do you also bake?”

You laughed. “Sundays. Banana bread. Family tradition!”

Garcia made a strangled noise and collapsed into Emily’s side.

Emily just smirked. “You know you’ve ruined her, right?”

Across the room, Aaron stood with Morgan and Rossi, a glass of red wine in one hand and his other still resting lightly on Jack’s shoulder as the boy excitedly explained the rings of Saturn.

“He’s good with him,” Emily said, nodding at Jack.

You looked. Watched the way Aaron leaned in just enough to listen, the way his eyes crinkled when Jack said something silly.

“He’s better with him,” you said. “Not just good. Better than he was when he was alone.”

Garcia bumped your shoulder. “So are you gonna make it official or what? Rings? Vows? Doves?”

You grinned. “..Eventually. But for now? We’re good like this.”

The next morning at Quantico, Morgan stepped into Hotch’s office with a coffee and zero shame.

“Hey,” he said, sliding into the chair across from the desk. “So. Mystery solved.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to make this awkward, are you?”

Morgan grinned. “Absolutely I am.”

Hotch sighed, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “What do you want to know?”

Morgan leaned forward. “You love him?”

Hotch didn’t even blink. “Yes.”

Morgan nodded, then held up the coffee like a toast.

“Then we’re good.”

[local-neighbuorhood-goblin]

silly ship adjacent, low effort doodles. just wanted to draw elias again lul

i've also been lowkey thinking abt elias/annabelle. like i think they could totally be besties that just get toghether whenever peter and elias are in the divorce faze. annabelle has preference in women, elias in men, but they just hook up when he either needs an excuse for a divorce or just got divorced and deaing w it, and annabelle is just in there for the ride having fun, vibing lul

all in all i think jonah/elias really has a web vibe, that doesnt relate to anything, just thinking abt drawing web elias lul

also the old men polycule from hell is very real, trust me

[witchyintention]

🕯 “Blessed Be”: More Than Just a Witchy Goodbye

What it Means, Where it Comes From, and Why it Still Matters

“Blessed Be.” Two little words. Said at the end of spells, the close of emails, whispered in ritual circles, and splashed across every witchy graphic on Instagram. Some folks say it like a benediction. Some toss it out like a “good vibes only” sticker. Some say it’s Wiccan-only. Others? Just think it sounds pretty.

But what’s the truth? Where does Blessed Be actually come from? And why does it still hold so much power?

Let’s lift the veil.

✨ A Spell in a Greeting

At its heart, Blessed Be is not just a cute sign-off. It’s an invocation of goodwill, a magical micro-blessing. It's the spiritual version of looking someone in the eyes and saying:

“May you be blessed in all you do, may your path be lit, and your magic protected.”

When we say Blessed Be, we’re participating in an age-old tradition of sacred words being used to convey spiritual force. It's not just intention — it's a frequency.

And in the magical worldview, words have power. Names are spells. So are blessings. When spoken with clarity and purpose, Blessed Be is both a greeting and an energetic transfer. It's “I see the sacred in you” wrapped in velvet and sage smoke.

📜 The Real Origins of “Blessed Be”

Most modern witches first encounter Blessed Be through books, online communities, or Wicca-adjacent practices. It became widely known thanks to Gerald Gardner, the British civil servant who helped found modern Wicca in the 1950s.

But Gardner didn’t invent it. Neither did TikTok.

“Blessed be” is found in many spiritual and religious texts. Its earliest forms trace back to:

Medieval Catholic blessings: “Blessed be the name of the Lord” was a common phrase in Latin and English prayer.

Hebrew prayers and Psalms: “Blessed be He who…” was used in honor of divine presence.

Folk traditions across Europe: Blessings like “Be ye blessed,” “Bless this house,” or “Blessed be the hands that make this bread” were part of everyday life.

So when Gardner and later witches used the phrase, they weren’t pulling it from thin air. They were reclaiming and repurposing sacred language into a magical, earth-based context.

It also appears prominently in The Wiccan Rede, a poem and ethical guideline often cited by Wiccans:

“Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed be.”

From there, it blossomed. It spread across covens, books, rituals, and eventually, social media. Now, it lives far beyond its original form — used by eclectic witches, green witches, chaos magicians, spirit workers, and solitary practitioners across the globe.

🔮 Original Ritual Use vs. Modern Witch Culture

In Traditional Wicca:

Blessed Be was spoken between initiated coven members as part of sacred rites.

It often followed ritual acts like the Fivefold Kiss, where one partner blesses another’s feet, knees, womb, lips, and breast, each with the words: “Blessed be thy feet that have brought thee in…”

The phrase held a coded sacredness, a sign of spiritual intimacy and mutual recognition.

Today:

It’s often used like a spiritual “hello” or “goodbye.”

Common in online posts, tarot readings, spell books, and witchy captions.

Said with reverence, casualness, joy, sass, or all of the above.

Used by witches from all paths, not just Wiccans.

And here’s the kicker: That doesn’t make it less sacred — just more alive.

⚠️ “Can Anyone Say It?” — Gatekeeping vs. Respect

Let’s be real. Some folks are protective of Blessed Be, saying it “belongs” to Wicca or formal tradition.

Here’s the thing: language is fluid, but intention is everything.

Can anyone say Blessed Be? Technically, yes.

Should anyone say it? Only if you’re going to say it with care.

Using it flippantly — like it’s just glittery fluff — disrespects its roots. But using it with intention, even if you're not Wiccan, honors the interconnected web of spiritual speech that has always crossed borders, traditions, and cultures.

The real key? Know what you’re saying. Mean it. Speak it with awareness.

🌍 Global Echoes: Blessings Across Traditions

The energy of Blessed Be isn’t exclusive to English-speaking witches.

You’ll find similar greetings and blessings in cultures around the world:

Namaste (Hinduism) – “The divine in me honors the divine in you.”

Ashe (Yoruba) – The spiritual force behind words and actions.

Shalom / Salaam – Peace, wholeness, and divine completeness.

Sláinte (Irish) – A toast to your health and well-being.

So mote it be – An affirmation of magical truth and manifestation.

Each culture has its own way of speaking power, of greeting not just the person but their spirit, their ancestors, their path. Blessed Be is just one thread in that sacred web.

🧹 When to Use “Blessed Be”

Here are some times when Blessed Be feels natural — and powerful:

At the end of a ritual or spellcasting circle

When writing in your grimoire or Book of Shadows

Signing off on a spiritual email, post, or newsletter

Greeting or parting from fellow witches

In prayer, chant, or spoken affirmations

Before bed, whispered to your guides or ancestors

And if you’re a writer, poet, content creator, or just deeply magical soul? Use it when you want to bless your words.

✨ Final Reflection: It's a Legacy

When you say Blessed Be, you join a legacy. One that spans from village folk healers to modern-day TikTok witches. From ancient altars to online rituals. From whispered devotions to shouted spells.

It’s not just a tagline. It’s a thread.

A spell.

A prayer.

A promise.

And every time you say it with awareness, you’re not just honoring tradition — you’re keeping it alive.

So next time you say it, say it like you mean it.

Say it like it’s holy. Say it like it’s magic.

Blessed Be. 🌙

[kalinara]

The tragedy of Alex Summers is that by all sorts of measurements, he's by far the more functional Summers brother.

He's actually socially adept most of the time. He's educated with a college degree! (I'm not sure if he went for his full doctorate like Lorna, but they'd been studying together for a long time.) He could have an actual, non X-Men related career any time he wants!

And while yes, he does occasionally implode his life in the usual Summers style, he gets back up! Heck, in Dark Web, he even mentions a therapist!

Do you know what would happen if Scott tried to go to a therapist? They'd turn into Mr. Sinister! We both know that's inevitable. Or they'd fuck him. EMMA.

Either way though, Alex is doing good things! Great things! In literally any other career path, he would outshine his brother handily.

But he HAD to be an X-adjacent superhero. Literally the ONLY thing Scott does better than he does. The thing Scott's basically been programmed and "carved" to do (Xavier's words, not mine!) by multiple abusive father figures since he was eight years old.

Like Alex has so many options that don't include being Cyclops's "failbro" (thank you, Dark X-Men). At this point, you're not really stuck living in your brother's shadow, dude, as you're specifically planted yourself there. You brought snacks and a picnic blanket.

(X-Men Unlimited #6)

[tonyglowheart]

not me gasping out loud at the Fresh Air review of Black Doves - some new spy show - cuz apparently Ben Whishaw is in it, playing, and I quote "a gay contract killer" (and also Keira Knightley is starring too?? ough whoag)

And then they played a soundbite and:

(SOUNDBITE OF TV SHOW, "BLACK DOVES")

BEN WHISHAW: (As Sam Young) These webs we weave - they are tangled. Are they not?

KEIRA KNIGHTLEY: (As Helen Webb) Have you been drinking?

WHISHAW: (As Sam Young) What?

KNIGHTLEY: (As Helen Webb) Your breath smells of wine.

WHISHAW: (As Sam Young) I was at dinner.

KNIGHTLEY: (As Helen Webb) Are you pissed?

WHISHAW: (As Sam Young) I think that I can have three glasses of sauvignon blanc and still do my job. Thank you.

KNIGHTLEY: (As Helen Webb) Was it three glasses, though?

WHISHAW: (As Sam Young) Four - five and a line of what I thought was cocaine but I'm starting to suspect may have been ketamine.

KNIGHTLEY: (As Helen Webb) Oh, great, cool. So a bottle of wine and some horse tranquilizer - anything else? Did you shoot up under a bridge on your way here?

WHISHAW: (As Sam Young) Listen. I have just left a very enjoyable evening with some old friends to come and murder a hired contract killer for you. So let's tone down the judgment a tad, shall we?

Is it just me or is this sooo so Bond adjacent of a character, hello, hi, can anyone hear me-

[littlest-bugz]

intro post

welcome to my blog!!!

My name is BUGZ! I'm a bodily 22 y/o multiply disabled, queer DID system! My pronouns are they/he, and I prefer masculine or neutral terms :]

This blog serves as my main hub for everything I like and do- art, memes, fandom stuff and more! This blog is really a collection of a bunch of random posts, and for that reason, it's really cluttered! I also will post about DID and CDD adjacent posts!!!

get to know me more below the cut!

[byf also below cut]

before you follow. . .

Our account may not be fully SFW, but we never reblog or post pornographic material! I have a bad swearing problem, struggle with """adult""" issues [such as addiction], and due to my trauma, I have a hard time telling what is socially acceptable in regards for entirely being SFW. It's something I'm working on actively! The most explicit posts you will see are likely surrounding drugs and addiction. I prefer minors do not follow me, but liking and reblogging is okay!

I do not engage in any sort of discourse. I seriously cannot be bothered, and a lot of discourse is chronically online anyways [sorry, not sorry]. If you really need labels to feel comfortable, I am anti-misinfo and anti-harassment. Anyone is allowed on my blog as long as you don't promote misinfo, harass others, partake in ANY form of bigotry, and are not a gross person [subjective to me].

Following that; I block very liberally! This is the reason I removed my DNI, actually. If I notice you're partaking in spreading misinfo, bigotry, spam me, or anything I just don't like, you go straight to the block chamber! I curate my space for me! Not to mention my old DNI didn't work entirely anyways.

BPD/NPD/HPD/ASPD havers are all welcome on our blog! If u believe in [any disorder] abuse, leave!!

WE ARE PRO-EDUCATED SELF DIAGNOSIS!!!

about us !

As I stated before, I'm a DID system! I state this pretty openly due to the fact it affects every aspect of my daily life- even my posting! PLUS I talk about my system a decent amount. On top of that, I also have OCD, Autism and ADHD! A total mouthful, but you'll see posts centered around these experiences! I also have a physical disability, and I complain about it often.

You can find our frequent fronters on pronouns.cc !! [link]

In terms of my queer Identity. . . We collectively identify as transmasc, bigender, panalterous, omni oriented aroaceflux, and ambiamorous! This is an agreed upon identity the entirety of The Crew and Co. and is essentially for the body itself! Most of the time, I just say I’m queer! Names, pronouns, genders and sexualities all vary from alter to alter individually.

On our page, you will find. . .

Lots of reblogs on random topics and hyperfixations

Fandom content! Mostly frum Inscryption and Ghost [the band]

SOME political content [your warning]

System Content [mostly text posts and memes]

Rambling and Yapping

Cat and Bunny posts

Web weaves

Userboxes and Flags

. . . and a ton more!

i have sideblogs!

Wow, I never had thought I would have more than one blog, but I DO. AND IT'S MORE THAN JUST TWO..... Here they are!! :

@sum-silly-bugz -We make Weirdcore and Dreamcore edits!! you can find all of those here

@into-the-bugverse - Writing and Original Character blog! While I reblog my art to this account, this is where it's posted first!!

. . . and probably more to come!

tags!

#important - important posts to us! [a heavily neglected tag]

#fresh from the insectoids - my original, non-yapping posts,,, may not be very original tho LOL

#the bugz speak- my ramblings on stuff going on my life- can range from goofy things to long and drawn out talking in circles.

#reblog time - My reblog tag!! Everything that gets reblogged should be under this, but I don't always remember.

#you asked we answered - My ask tag! Feel free to send in asks at anytime

#original userboxes/layouts/flags/ect - All of our original content divided into specifics! [ note: they are not all lumped together like that, just putting them all together for the sake of space, you can find most of them tagged in this post ]

#system posting - Our experiences on system hood as well as reblogs and other stuff! Was formerly 'system stuff', and I am notorious for not using this tag

#lps posting - I am/was an avid lps collector!! I reblog fanart and post original content [sometimes,,, but usually text posts]

#ghost posting - HUUUUGE fan of Ghost [the band]. I reblog content on it frum time to time!!

#inscryption posting - Main fandom I'm in!! I love this silly game to the point I'd call it a Special Interest at this point [it's been years of being obsessed with it, lords help me]

#cat posting - I reblog a lot of cat pictures and art!! cats r a huge comfort for me

#bunny posting - Same reasoning as cats tbh!!

#writer posting - where I post all the writing content, such as memes and text posts,,, mainly memes, but also resources and ect

#art posting - where I put all the art text posts, especially memes, but also just general art we make

#vent posting - vent posts- block this tag if you aren't interested in seeing my vents!

#the hoard - I hoard and collect deco. If the links don't work for some reason, just click this tag

#sorry for yearning on main - sorry for yearning on main

more tba . . .

links!

deco collection - A hoard of all our deco, which includes stamps, blinkies and userboxes!! WARNING; FLASHING IMAGES, BRIGHT COLORS, AND MORE! PROCEED WITH CAUTION

pronouns.cc - has all of the alters that want to be public for our tumblr specifically. There are less on our website than here, so if you want to know everyone, go here!!

our website - has our frequent fronters, digital diary, art and comms, and more! It is still a WIP but it's to a point where I am comfortable sharing :]

art comms website - two of our hosts are artists and take comms- this is their site! comms are currently open, alwyas including these funky chibi heads

my ko-fi - consider donating to the cause of... me! I'm multiply disabled. If you like any of my original content and feel inclined to, drop a dollar or two here!

[unorcadox]

i was gonna write something big and elaborate but like i kinda think doing this more off the cuff will make it better

i sometimes feel like weirdcore is just 2 genres in a trenchcoat -- the more traumacore, text-heavy, darker, emotive, and more minimalist "classiccore" (this is what i would call weirdcore, though i am biased as this is when i found out about wc) ... and then the more modern, editing-heavy, lighter visually and emotionally, maximalist kinda "weirdcore" (i personally would call this dreamcore but curious on what other editors think, this is the vibe i got back from my time in weirdcord in late 2021 tho lmfao)

and like i spend a lot of time like... what would i even do about this besides let them coexist? i think sometimes i find it frustrating bc while i love both of them, i connect infinitely more with the more minimalist, "traumacore"-adjacent works and a decent number of people i've spoken to agree. and i'm just like... would it help to try calling one something different? to try and start a second label under which one of these two can exist? idk i am just spitballing.

i think they defs have merits for being conjoined tho -- they share a general sense of nostalgia, of surrealness, of using old web & 90s-early 00s era visual signifiers. altho i think as wc has gone on, it's drifted further forward in time, as is to be expected, but i do wonder how long until we just develop a separate "90sweirdcore" strand or something. ok post over everyone discuss

[fashionschoolreject]

Styling Ever After High Characters: Hopper Croakington ii 🐸✨

(Styling Ever After High 29/55)

Hopper Croakington ii, Son of the Frog Prince

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Key Styling Details:

Colors: Burgundy, Green, Red, Brown

Has some of the best potential for styling

FLORALS

So so much embroidery ~ clothing all has story/personal significance

Would absolutely kill it in the Shire as best dressed

Frog and insect accessories

At the crossroads between hip and old fashioned (human vs frog dichotomy)

Sweaters, Vests, SWEATER VESTS

Almost costume-y relative to some of the

Thick soled/wide-toed shoes (web adjacent)

Where do his clothes go when he transforms into a frog???

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 22 (2/2)

Plainsong

I was feeling aimless, hanging around Plainsong, trading supplies back and forth to lighten my load. Just as I was tossing up whether it was worth forging west as soon as possible to target Regalla's forces at their source, Gaia's voice came through my Focus.

She's got something. Finally. I can't complain—she's had a lot to do this past week, sifting through centuries of data, instantiating herself in a degraded, under-equipped environment...and searching for mutated, missing pieces of herself that likely don't want to be found. Well, she's found not one, but three. Unfortunately, she's yet to pinpoint their locations precisely, but all lie west of the mountains. Just where I was planning to go.

I left Plainsong right away.

I pushed my mount full pelt across the blighted fields and up the craggy slopes to the RCC. From its imposing peak, it was clear that the landscape was engineered to centre the site. From there, at the highest point overlooking both east and west, we were meant to observe these lands as they thrived under Gaia's stewardship. It was her vision when shaping the facility, I'm sure. We'll make it real yet.

A quick rest partway up the cliffside, then I pressed on.

The temperature dropped sharply in the heights. Waterfalls grew sluggish, stuck is a slushy medium between water and ice. Fortunately, Varl and Zo had set up a bonfire beside the facility door, embedded in the side of the mountain. There are no roads here, I doubt anyone will spot it. An unforgiving climb, with only a locked door at the end as reward. We should be safe here.

I went straight to Gaia, and saw no sign of Varl and Zo on my way through. She stood in the centre of the holographic theatre, just as I'd left her, and it was hard not to think of her as a person, but as a mind spread through every corner of this facility, through the repair bay below, the signal towers...It's incredible.

Using those signal towers, the networking and cryptographic tools of Minerva, Gaia had located the presence of three subfunctions in the west—Aether, Poseidon, and Demeter. Air, Water, Earth. A nice triad, and the most useful of the missing functions, apart from Hephaestus itself.

With them, Gaia would have the tools and knowledge at her disposal to purify and moderate the air, water, and vegetation. That could mean an end to the erratic weather—the storms, quakes, floods, and the blight itself. The other missing subfunctions, in contrast, couldn't do us all that much good now that the biosphere was already established. Artemis and Eleuthia had already served their purpose, populating the lands with wildlife and humans. The knowledge and utility contained within those subfunctions were still invaluable, and reintegrating with them would boost Gaia's processing density too, but we can do without them for now. Who knows, maybe Far Zenith has them already.

It wasn't all good news. Gaia didn't yet have a clear fix on any of the subfunctions' locations. The activity she had detected was sporadic and diffuse, encrypted to a high degree. She knew that they lay in the west within a distance of about 200 miles. Too large an area to search aimlessly, but I at least know I'll have to look for ancient facilities equipped with powerful computing abilities—according to Gaia, likely with an original purpose adjacent to the subfunction's domain.

So, three Old World ruins to locate: one connected to the air, one to water, and one to plant life. Without Apollo, Gaia has no knowledge of the available candidates. That subfunction held much of her own auxiliary data reserves, too.

As I make my journey, Gaia will be able to analyse all data I come across while continuing her outward search through Minerva's towers. Hephaestus really was the cornerstone of her capabilities—without machines, she can't roam, interact, search in any meaningful way beyond scraping signal activity lancing across degraded web strands. I'll admit, I'd expected Gaia to reveal some miracle of power. It hadn't occurred to me, when I woke her here, that she would be so impaired. It doesn't matter; I'll restore her to what she once was, then she'll do the same to the world.

I uploaded the survey drone module I'd snagged from the old military base near Plainsong. And there it was rendered in perfect light and shade. It felt like real sunlight beating down; tricked my body and mind into simulating warmth. Another patch of land for Gaia to watch over. A far cry from the world, but she was appreciative of it all the same.

Gaia informed me that Varl and Zo had left the base together some hours ago, and though she offered, I told her not to call them back. I'll spend the night, then be on my way. I don't want to bring them with me. If I can sneak through before they return, maybe they won't follow.

And no, it's not the same as what I did to Varl back in Meridian. Gaia's here to teach him. I've brought him into the fold; job done. If my life needs saving, Gaia's here keeping track of me.

Varl and Zo haven't been idle here this past week. Apart from learning loads from Gaia about the Old World and how she came to be, they've been fixing up the RCC. With Gaia's instruction, gathering parts from the wilds, they've repaired the plumbing! Working showers and lavatories! Oh great conveniences of the Old Ones.

No heated water, obviously, as I know was the norm, but still, the sanitation mechanisms are up and running, filtering the water and flushing out waste. Not sure where to. Hopefully not the river.

I stopped by the lab, uploading the data I'd scraped from Cauldron Mu's core. The terminal told me the parts I'd need to slot into its fabricator for analysis to complete the corrupted overrides. I noted them down on my Focus; onto the backlog they go.

Still no sign of Varl and Zo. I settled down in one of the beds in the barracks. The sheets were eaten through by mould and time, but still decently soft. Tomorrow, I forge into Tenakth territory.

[wrathbit]

it can be hard to figure out dynamic & plots, so here’s a list of some fun “wishlist” ideas i could see for peter ! let me know if you’re interested in any concepts, or are inspired by one of them !

FAMILIAL

1 ) your muse, in the throes of teenage heroism (or vandalism, who knows) finds a mentor / accidental father figure in the form of spider-man. peter is a supportive figure to young heroes who can’t find solid help from others, as he knows what it’s like to go it in alone with everyone against you . . . while you’re still a child.

2 ) ( for SPIDER muses ) the web connects them all. your muse and peter, via the mystical, deadly thread that ties them to the multiverse, form that good ol’ found family bond.

3 ) a shared near-death experience always does wonders for found family relationships. our muses almost die & then can’t seem to get rid of each other afterwards. peak siblingism.

PLATONIC

1 ) your muse volunteers at FEAST, comes in for aid at FEAST, or is already camping out there. enter peter parker, nephew of FEAST’s leader, may parker. professional worrywart & nosy menace.

2 ) your muse & spider-man connect over some niche interest. now he goes out of his way to talk to them, with varying results.

3 ) peter & your muse are stuck in an alternate dimension & the only way out is through the power of friendship. whatever that means. too bad the two barely know each other. potential for hidden identities or estranged friends forced to get past old differences.

4 ) your muse (hero/villain/someone with an alternate identity) meets peter parker in the middle of a crisis. peter needs to pretend he’s a normal civilian, but he’s unable to stop sticking his nose into serious business. your muse probably wants to know what his problem is.

ROMANTIC

1 ) our muses are caught in a situation (different planet, alternate dimension, undercover) where they need to pretend to be lovers. forced proximity & fake dating just hits different.

2 ) peter parker needs to write an article about your muse. he’s not stalking you. he swears. but also, can you turn to the side a little ? he needs a good angle for the photo.

3 ) our muses are trapped in a tight space after an explosion / building collapse. can’t make a wrong move, or maybe it’s a precarious situation that they can’t immediately get out of. bonus points if one of them is injured.

4 ) hero-adjacent. an off-world or international mission is in need of a group of heroes. unfortunately, it’s a last minute call-to-arms, & there aren’t enough seats on the (insert travel vehicle) which means someone has to use a lap as a seat… let’s get cozy.

ANTAGONISTIC

1 ) a classic meet-cute. one of our muses bumps into the other & spills something All Over Them. sparks fly… the kind that lead to a blowout argument. hilarious if they both nearly get arrested for it.

2 ) working on teams isn’t peter’s strong suit. on a bad day, with the wrong circumstances, & your muse — maybe they can’t stand each other or keep making opposite decisions for certain tasks, but it is NOT going well.

[the-necroprancer]

On Necromancy (and the Cyclical Nature of Dreams)

"To me, Necromancy is..."

Octavia stares down at the parchment of her assignment, thoughts swirling. She sets down her quill, staring out the window of her dorm room, overlooking the Witherbloom campus and the Sedgemoor beyond. It is peaceful at this hour, the evening winding down, and most students resting in their rooms or the indoor common areas. The fireflies and other night insects have begun to emerge, and bats join them, swooping through clouds of mayflies to catch their prey. As always, the campus teems with life. Glancing at the empty bunk belonging to her roommate, Octavia pushes open the window, letting the moist night air and chirping of insects enter the room. Lark will not be back for some time yet this evening, she knows. They always hate when she does this, letting the insects and swamp air into their small space. Octavia struggles to understand how someone who seems so ill at ease with nature found themselves in Witherbloom, but always felt like it would be rude to ask. Octavia leans out the window, taking a deep breath, savoring the smells of dirt and moss that carry on the breeze.

Somewhere at the borders of this dream, memories push in. Flashes of Lark, all chitin and oil and rended flesh. Claws reaching for her, spider-webbed flesh still sloughing off from their sudden transformation. A pulse of magic fills the air and ground. Her former friend falters.

She closes her eyes, and upon opening them, finds herself in a familiar home. She hears the witch Auranita humming as she busies herself in the adjacent rooms, preparing a poultice for her wounds. Octavia leans heavily on the wall walking unsteadily down the hall, announced by the sounds of her hooves on the old wood. The old witch smiles warmly at her, gesturing to the table, where a meal is prepared. Later, there will be lessons and training. But for now, she must regain her strength. One cannot call forth the dead without the fortitude to control them. She sits, and Auranita lifts the makeshift patch across her eye, applying the salve she had prepared to the wounds. It will never be the same, but it will heal. As all will in time.

She had heard the angel before she saw it. Terrible and beautiful all at once, with an echoing voice and a silver glow, reflecting eeriely off the viscera in the room. Auranita was gone. Destroyed to where even the most talented stitchers would call it a lost cause. The angel turns, starting down the hall towards the terrified youth. It knows it's work must continue. There are still heretics in this place to be cleansed. Octavia turns, stumbling down the hall. She falls. The angel is above her.

The dream turns, ending where most her dreams do. Theros. The Skola Vale is never silent, but it is quiet here. The stream babbles, as Octavia sits with her finds for the day. Some new insectoid friends, half a loaf of bread liberated from an ongoing party, fresh plums from her favorite tree. It is peaceful. She wills the dream to stay in this moment, to let her enjoy it as she was never able to in reality. She knows when she hears the branch snap behind her she will have no such luck tonight.

The whistle of the arrow missing her, the yell of the fanatic as he charges, the whisper of a dagger leaving it's sheathe. All well known. All played out hundreds of nights before this. She always wakes up before she loses her eye in the dream. She knows tonight will be no different.

Graphics from @jasper-graphics

Music accompaniment is recommended listening from me, Inky, because I love the vibes of this song.

[irrealisms]

svsss and sexual violence pt. 3: non-bingqiu sexual violence

standard disclaimer at the beginning: i am not saying that this is the Only thing svsss is about, or that other readings are invalid; i am not intending to character-bash most of the characters here (while i will freely admit to thinking e.g. old palace master or qiu jianluo are pretty one-dimensionally shitty, lots--probably most--of the characters in this series who i mention as perpetrating SA are characters who do have depths & who i in fact like a lot! despite this meta, or perhaps because of it, my second-favorite character is luo binghe, and i am in fact a bingqiu shipper!); and, obviously, huge fucking CW for sexual abuse and adjacent topics. this section is about 2k.

(also: shoutout to @rooses40stepskincareroutine for motivating me to actually write all this out!)

TABLE OF CONTENTS pt 1: shen yuan's realization of himself as a target pt 2: gender and homophobia pt 3: non-bingqiu sexual violence (you are here) pt 4: shen qingqiu's body pt 5: we live in a society

so, in parts 1 & 2 i talk a lot about bingqiu as a site of sexual violence & shen yuan as a victim. but to establish that this is a theme of the book as a whole i want to talk more about the sexual and sexualized violence done and experienced by other characters! this one will be broken into a few subparts lol

volume 3, chapter 16

one of the things i noticed is that a lot of this ramps up all in the same chapter--in chapter 16 of vol 3 (i'm working with the official translation; in the web novel this is chapters 59-63, and I don't know which parts are in the same vs different chapters), we get four different references to sexual abuse of/by different characters, of varying levels of explicitness. some of these, on their own, i wouldn't necessarily take as evidence of sexual abuse, and i don't necessarily stand behind all of these as definitive proof of sexual abuse for the characters on a fully watsonian level--but to have four references, all incredibly close together, after spending a lot of the book on scenes of sexual assault and sexualized violence, is not an accident of writing, either. this is supporting my take of svsss as broadly concerned with sexual violence, as a text.

the first two happen at the same time, and are the most explicit: old palace master.

No wonder the Old Palace Master had always been so good to Luo Binghe, to an almost unsettling extent. No wonder that Su Xiyan, despite being his most beloved disciple, had held absolutely no attachment to Huan Hua Palace and had readily betrayed her sect to run off with a demon youth without ever looking back. This “love” must not have been much different from molestation. And the Old Palace Master’s favorable interest in Luo Binghe was definitely founded in the shade of a former beloved disciple that the sect leader had seen in him. He had extended his perverse possessiveness of Su Xiyan to Luo Binghe, deluding himself into thinking he could groom Luo Binghe into an obedient darling child.

it is IMO explicit text from this (and from what we hear later of Old Palace Master, Su Xiyan, and Tianlang-jun) that Old Palace Master groomed, raped, and generally sexually abused Su Xiyan. It is also explicit text from this section and the section surrounding it, in which Old Palace Master looks at Luo Binghe like he would touch him if he had hands and talks about how he looks like his mother (there's feminization as a site of sexual abuse again!) and SQQ thinks about how OPM was unsettlingly doting on LBH and that he was "thinking he could groom Luo Binghe", that OPM wanted to sexually abuse LBH in the same way.

It is not canon whether he successfully did sexually abuse LBH in the same way, but, well... I observe that (a) Luo Binghe was part of Huan Hua Palace for a while post-abyss (b) after SQQ's death, Luo Binghe makes OPM into a human stick, which in PIDW he does to SQQ--his abuser (c) OPM comments on LBH looking most like SXY "when his eyes are closed", and it's not like he would have been lacking in access to asleep LBH while LBH was his ~beloved disciple~ at huan hua palace (d) SQQ, known Most Oblivious Man Alive who is terrible at identifying when people are sexually attracted to each other & thinks that LBH (both versions) is Immune To Abuse Probably, after, like, a page of seeing OPM interact with LBH (who isn't even conscious for it), is going "OPM groomed LBH". It's not conclusive, but it's really fucking suggestive. At the very least, he extremely textually really wanted to rape Luo Binghe. We've got some Unsettling Implications going on in there!!!

the third implication in this chapter is Qiu Haitang, witnessing Shen Jiu's past:

“It’s not possible… Not possible…” she said, her lips trembling. “It’s fake! It’s all fake! It wasn’t my brother. My brother didn’t do anything wrong—it couldn’t have been him! You’re lying!”

now, on its own this isn't obviously sexual, and whether the Qiu Jianluo-Shen Jiu relationship was sexually abusive at all is something that is left ambiguous through the end of the book, and which I will discuss further later in this post. But this is a major reference to that relationship, which is...well, whether it was sexually abusive was ambiguous, it's not an unambiguous "no" either. this is my weakest point of the four IMO but put next to the others i don't think it's nothing.

the last implication in this chapter is actually from Tianlang-jun, and it's one I haven't seen talked about at all:

“Peak Lord Shen, don’t forget, your immortal body was in our hands for no short amount of time,” Tianlang-Jun replied, his words quite suggestive and teasing both. “There’s really too much we could have done.”

this is in the context of having forced him to drink demon blood while he was unconscious--something that luo binghe did earlier in the book in a very sexualized manner, which was both emphasizing the threat of sexual assault and deliberately analogous to being sexual assault (it's a very literal, physical violation of autonomy). and TLJ is insinuating (suggestively!) that they could have done more, that they had SQQ's unconscious body for a long time, that they could have done anything with it. his words quite suggestive. again, i don't think we have an unambiguous "TLJ raped SQQ" here; i'm not sure if, on the watsonian level, I think that he did? but certainly we have strong implications and threat of sexual abuse. which, again, we are getting a LOT of. right in a row.

qiu jianluo & shen jiu

okay, i said i'd come back to them, right? it is...never stated that shen jiu was sexually abused. i have read and enjoyed interpretations where he isn't, even. but he was, very much, a slave--someone who has to do whatever their master tells them or get punished. someone who is not allowed to say no. the history of slavery, especially when you look at people who were slaves to families instead of companies/factories, is very obviously full of sexual abuse. one of the word choices i'm not sure if i'm reading too much into is that it refers to the slavers as "human traffickers"--which is a phrase that can be and is used for a lot of nonsexual slavery (construction and agriculture have huge human trafficking problems) but in english it does also have very sexualized connotations such that the first thing most people think of wrt human trafficking is specifically sex trafficking (and the implementation of "trafficking" as a word is very racialized, and the combination of these is such that I generally prefer avoiding it altogether and using "slavery", but that's a tangent). and shen jiu, who is a slave being abused by his master...kills all the men of the qiu household, is afraid of men, and only feels safe around women. his master tries to marry him off when he's fourteen and this is one of the inciting incidents of him snapping and killing everyone! can you read this as "he was, as we see onscreen, being physically abused by qiu jianluo, a man, who didn't physically hurt him when he was around qiu haitang, a girl"? sure, i guess. it's not definitive. but....again, they tried to marry him off when he was 14 and unable to say no; even if it didn't happen, that is enough for me to say that the threat of shen jiu being forced into sexual relationships is present in the QJL-SJ relationship. much like OPM and LBH, it's...certainly extremely suggestive, even if it's not onscreened, especially when paired with the novel's overall themes. i'd also like to draw attention to the following quote:

“Gege, he’s so much fun! No wonder you purchased him even though you’ve always hated bringing in outsiders. I rather like him.” Young Master Qiu smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I too like him very much.” Upon hearing the word “like,” Shen Jiu couldn’t help but shiver.

(there's also something to say about his relationship with how he's iirc somewhat afraid of men even before the Qiu family buys him, and how his position as a slave begging on the street was also a very high-risk one, and about how his relationship with Wu Yanshi is clearly pretty predatory on Wu Yanshi's part + Shen Jiu at that point has no other support system, but that's more speculative; and there's a quote that i think fits better with the point i make in the next part but which provides additional support for shen jiu as having been raped.)

@regicidal-optimism also drew my attention to another very specific word choice that i'm not sure if i'm reading too much into--

Having witnessed the incident in its entirety, Shen Qingqiu was stunned. Such a brutal first time!

and...this is about SJ's first time killing someone. but "a brutal first time" without specifying is...well, it's a very, very specific wording choice, which is (IMO) clearly evocative of the way people discuss sex.

bing-ge

man i have enough to say about bing-ge (mostly wrt svsss's themes of gender) that it could really be its own full post BUT most of that would be a ~tangent. i'm pretty sure "bing-ge is a violent serial rapist" is, like, uncontroversial and i don't need to get textual evidence there, but for exactly that reason i didn't want to fully leave him out of discussion about sexual violence? so instead in this section i mostly want to draw attention to something that @wolffyluna pointed out to me last month, which is a section from book 1:

The girl thought, “Since I’m about to die, I must leave behind some memories to ensure that my life won’t have been in vain. I don’t have many days left, after all, so I won’t suppress my feelings anymore.” Then, using her weak and fragile body, she pushed Luo Binghe down. Luo Binghe put up a brief show of resistance before telling himself “She did it all for my sake. I don’t have the heart to reject her final wish.” He yielded, still half-reluctant, and went along with it…

this is...not framed by Shen Yuan, or presumably by PIDW, as rape. but it is at the very least dubcon, and it's most likely rape. resisting someone who is pushing you down and trying to have sex with you before yielding, "still half-reluctant", is not. good consent. that's sexual coercion and assault at the very least. but because he's a man--the epitome of masculinity, even! the great stallion novel protagonist, bing-ge!--this is framed as him progressing, as him gaining a wife. which is...really, really horrifying, and once again Says Some Things about how Shen Yuan sees gender. i also recommend these posts which were linked to me today by @rooses40stepskincareroutine about bing-ge and sexual violence!

gender

this is another short section but: something i noticed while writing this up is that the primary unambiguous case of sexual abuse (other than, well, bingqiu, but bingqiu is more complicated for other reasons) is that of old palace master and su xiyan; and that, at the end, when a crowd is decrying su xiyan (for, in large part, having been abused by old palace master), misogyny is a major part of it, and (for obvious reasons) his attempt to coerce her into an abortion bc her child is by someone he sees as a romantic rival is ... a very historically female sort of abuse to experience. given how deliberate mxtx is with gender/feminization and its ties to sexual abuse in svsss, and on a less positive note how few female characters she has, i think the choice to make the one "this character was, unambiguously and repeatedly, molested/raped/sexually abused" a woman who is then subject to sexist victim blaming and entitlement to her body is probably a deliberate one.