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[moral-autism]

your bag is the IRL version of the SVG files i sometimes edit

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Y’know, I feel like we don’t give the writers enough credit when it comes to Soren

So often when a character is the “comic relief”, they start off with dynamic personalities and then lose them as the season go on (looking at you Cat Valentine and Steve Palchuk), but not Soren

No, Soren somehow manages to jump between being comic relief and genuinely serious and caring seamlessly. And it’s all the same character, too! He doesn’t feel like he’s switching personalities they’re just other facets of who he is and it’s amazing!!!

[teyrnacousland]

I think Illario being a companion and getting the little compliments the other companions give when they get a kill would fix him. A couple of times hearing 'wow, nice shot Illario!' every time he does anything and he'd get better

[lucabyte]

times ive drawn loop being used as a reading light: 2

[ninyard]

planned to have a quick scroll before i sleep (first mistake) thought about coke addict jeremy (biggest mistake)

[thelilylav]

Briar & Daring friendship my underrated beloved

[alex-just-vibing]

remembered i could make memes :) have some swap au

[sadlynotthevoid]

This came to me while I was reading a novel:

At the supermarket,

Og!Cale: Depressed? But I'm not depressed.

Og!Cale: I almost never feel sad or opressed.

Og!Cale: Actually, most of the time I don't feel anything at all!

Kind lady who was helping him to choose groceries: ...

Guy squatting next to them comparing soups: Can I recomend you my therapist?

For context, it was a modern AU in which Og!Cale had just moved to live by himself and went to buy essentials and meal for the first time. He had bought snacks and one or two items in stores before, but he never went to buy his own groceries and normal house stuff. He was just improvising and picking up anything he thought was useful.

Then he saw protein and vitamine bars and he was like "hey, why didn't I know this existed? Now I won't have to eat food!" And started puting a lot of them on his cart. One by one.

So a middle aged lady near him noticed it. "Young boy, you can take the box if you want".

"Oh."

And then she started to give him tips and helping him because he obviously had no idea what he was doing.

"Be careful when you pick fruit and vegetables. Fresh ones are better than frozen ones."

"This offer is a good chance. You always run out of napkins fast."

And so.

At some point the chat she was passing him recipes and told him to cook his own meals of it was possible because is healthier. And Og!Cale was like "but can't I just eat this bars and call it a day?"

Which turned into he telling her that food normally tastes awful or like nothing at all for him.

"And the doctor said you're healthy? Then it could be your mental health. My nephew had the same problem. He still does, but it happens less now. He was going through a big depression at that time".

By the way, the guy was totally eardropping.

[sandflakedraws]

You made the unexpected turn into Trolls and i decided it looked interested and followed you! Still haven’t actually watched anything, just kinda immersed myself in the fandom.

the trolls world is just ripe for nonsensical world building, amvs (we callin them fancams now? i'm not sure), and lore mechanics... and then shockingly, trauma dives.

like! because of the kind of media it's in, there are some horrific and tragic implications that are only glanced at, simply left untethered. there's not enough time to cover 2 decades of trauma in an hour thirty minutes for little timmy. But I Have The Time. I will sit with those implications.

and then!!

they get to have their cake and eat it too because of that very same media.

of course they're going to be dancing and singing with the people who only seconds ago tried to eat them! that's just what you do!

of course they're going to tell the people torturing them to death that they deserve to be treated with kindness! everybody does!

the picture it paints for me is of these like. incredibly anxious little trolls, with a whole culture around an almost toxic kind of positivity with very big troubles, and even bigger hearts. and that's like. joey kryptonite. they almost got me back in the first film, but i was mostly satisfied with the character arcs. so i didn't feel the need to break out the fandom playdough.

and then the third one came in with a steel chair like 'hey what if branch was just one part of an entire tragic family. what if they ALL had decades of trauma because of a bad decision they made as teenagers, which permanently skewed the trajectory of their lives. what if they needed some space to define themselves outside of their Band Titles (and by proxy their role in the family) and were then punished for that decision by the narrative, denying them the chance to reunite again. what if a promise sat forcefully broken for just as long and yet the bond didn't disintegrate. what if the love was still there.'

and i never stood a chance

[spark-circuit]

made this for a group chat but i figured it'd resonate with people here

[mega-banette]

you know what. if we’re imagining Fox as being 17-19 then offering her french toast was actually a genius move on the Bizzies’ part. because from experience the number 1 way to get a teenager to trust you is to give them free food

[laswells-ashtray]

out drinking tomorrow in a city I do not know, you know what that means?

shave from head to toe and find a bra that my tits probably won't fall out of on the off chance I bounce during karaoke

[patchworkcuddlebug]

A Good Witch Introduces Itself

[A sequel to The Doll Spell.]

Coven meetings are spectacles just as much as they are shindigs. Witches, connected by anything from fields of study to simple comradery, gather together to boast and gossip and drink tea. Their dolls work together to prepare the venue and provide the refreshments.

The dollwitch hovers on the outskirts of the entrance, unsure of which crowd to introduce itself to first.

"Would you like this one to come with you, Miss?" says Dolly, lingering just behind. That one places her hand on the dollwitch's back, trying to soothe it.

"No, but... thank you." The dollwitch relaxed its shoulders a bit, still using both hands to hold its cloak tighter around itself. "This one knows it needs to tell the others at some point, but it just... doesn't know how they'll react."

Dolly nuzzles her head against its Miss, and it sighs with just a little relief. "If they're really your coven, they'll accept you." The dollwitch leans its head back to match, thanking the (other?) doll again. It's not much, but the sentiment helps.

So, the dollwitch enters through the front door.

This month's meeting was being hosted by The Paint Witch. Her manor was rather non-standard compared to others that this one has seen before. Of course, it was adorned with furniture that seemed esoteric and avant-garde, legs with mismatched angles and wallpaper with discordant colouring. Certain splotches of the decor still seemed wet, yet more creations slowly coagulating and budding from them.

The Cat Witch is the first of the coven to notice this one's presence. Her confused double-take causes the others to pause their conversation and turn their attention completely.

The dollwitch marched, docile and demure, to the circle of customized and ornate furniture circled around the fireplace. It hovered in the rim of the circle, standing at attention.

"Hello everyone." It bowed. "This one was once The Mirror Witch, but now it is just a-"

"MIRROR?!" The Paint Witch leapt forward in her chair, seeming to smile with bemusement as she yelled over the other witches' murmurs of shock. "Oh my god, that's your hat! What the fuck?! What happened to you?"

"This one made an error in its spell, and... became." Its hands, once clasped together in curtsy, start to pull at its cloak again as some of the others begin to give it looks. Surprise, judgment, dismissal... looks.

"You... used to be The Mirror Witch." The Cloth Witch tilted her head. She leaned ahead with a quizzical look, snuggling closer with the ever-still ragdoll in her lap. "Do you have a new name, then?"

"Do not humour this, Cloth." The Gold With commanded, stoic and statuesque. "This is a curse. We do nothing but waste time by pretending that she's a doll."

"It, um..." It's never had a witch call it a doll before. Another witch, it means. It tries not to dwell on the feeling. "This one has been called Miss. That is what Dolly has been calling it, and dolls shouldn't pick their names, so... uh... yeah."

"Oh, you're still a miss, huh? Not a lil' obedient doll~?" The Cat Witch teased, leaning on the arm of her chair towards the dollwitch.

It shudders, trying to keep its feelings at bay. There's no time to consider how that made this one feel. "No Miss, this one-"

Gasps and giggles as the witches looked at each other.

"Um, this... Dolly is still obedient to this one, these two just act... together." It locks eyes with the fireplace, leaning its head forward to hide under its hat.

"Okay, so you're still magic and stuff." says The Paint Witch, nodding along with herself. "You just don't, like, use it as much?"

"Well, magic doesn't give her that little hit of pleasure from following her... its purpose." The Cat Witch leaned forward, an inquisitive eyebrow raised.

"Do not be so disrespectful." says The Gold Witch with a tone of sincere admonishment. "She is going through enough, being trapped in that thing."

"Oh, of course, we should probably help her change back, then?" The Cloth Witch chimes in, seeming too relaxed.

The dollwitch blinked itself out of stillness. Being talked about instead of talked to had never felt so reassuring before. "Oh! Um, yes, it... can still manage some parlour tricks, but nothing nearly as strong as a witch should..." it trailed off, caught in new sensations. It felt... appropriate to admit that it was essentially powerless compared to a proper witch, deferring to their might and capabilities. It quickly shook the feeling off, insisting to itself that it consider the other witches as equals, lest they look again.

"Yeah, yeah." The Cat Witch waves a hand dismissively, choosing its next words with playful care. "If you want, I can stop you from being a doll~"

"Hush, you." The Gold Witch looked unamused. "I'll build her a sculpture she can haunt. Of course, it may take some work to make it move..."

"What? That's just a doll again. I'll paint her a body." says The Paint Witch, mostly sounding confused.

"Goldie, can I help you with the structure, then?" The Cloth Witch chimes, pulling out a handkerchief out of her ragdoll's pocket and making it bend and twist with her magic. "Golden bones, cloth skin... maybe we can work together on the joints?"

"That's literally a doll." The Paint Witch huffs. "Are you guys even listening to me? There's no point in making something inorganic, she needs something that's hu-"

"It." The dollwitch blurts, eyes to the floor. "Please."

There's a pause. The witches wait for another to speak.

"You're... right, Paint." The Cloth Witch says, placing its handkerchief back. Her voice was cautious, yet compassionate. "If we're going to make a new body for... that one, then she ne- sorry, it needs something grown from scratch."

"Or we steal one."

"Cat, please."

"Guess we gotta ask another coven, huh." said The Paint Witch, resigned. "We're out of our domains. I'll call a doll to get started on a letter."

"Um!" the dollwitch chimed in, answering the witch's need as a good doll should. "This one, can..." it trailed off, not wanting to embarrass itself further.

"Yes, oh my god, you totally have to." The Cat Witch snickered as it shifted positions in her chair again.

"We are not making her lower herself further. She is already going through enough." The Gold Witch commanded to the others.

"Yeah, but like, it is a doll, though, right?" wondered The Paint Witch, hand to her chin. "It probably really wants to."

"Well, the poor thing's probably dealing with a doll's urges." The Cloth Witch figured. "Suppose it'd be helpful if we did assign h... a special task, then. To that one."

The Cat Witch pointed at The Gold Witch. "Haha, get outvoted, loser."

With calm and poise, "I am going to entomb you."

"Use the writing desk I've got upstairs." Said The Paint Witch, pointing behind the dollwitch. "S'in my study."

"Yes," don't say miss, "Thank you." do NOT say miss.

It heard the others continue on as it obeyed, taking dainty steps. "You should not let a doll use your private study." "C'mon, it's Mirror, who cares." "I'd feel awkward with her just standing there, anyway."

. . . . .

"Oh, Miss!" Dolly calls out, running up to her witch, and her fellow doll. The other dolls were bustling behind it, cleaning their stations and packing their things in preparation for their witches to call for them. "How did it go?"

The dollwitch hesitates in the doorway of the Doll's Quarters, as it's frowned upon for witches to enter. "It... didn't go well." its face shied away.

Dolly stepped into the manor proper, its hand instinctively reaching for Miss's. "Oh, this one is sorry to hear that. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No... please." it shrunk away, pulling its hand into itself.

"Oh, of course. This one understands." Dolly takes its hand back. "Is there anything else this one can do for you?"

The dollwitch couldn't bring itself to look at Dolly. "Could you please call this one... Mirror? Just for today."

Dolly nods, a smile on its face. "Anything for you, Mirror."

It... doesn't feel like a good doll. But it doesn't want to, just for now.

The dolls cuddle closer. "You're the best doll this one could ask for."

"And you're the best witch this one could ask for, Mirror."

[izavella21]

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[endlessrailroad]

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[frankenbuggee]

IIIIIIMMM SORRY?! Wuwa! You gotta stop doing this to meee! Stop making wonderful npc’s ESPECIALLY making them look like Devious (oc) because I’m just *sobs*