#questions for jimothy

[dumdumland]

What *is* jimothy?

A question for jimothy! He’s a lil nervous. He only speaks in honks so I graciously translated for you all

[captainjimothy]

the thinggggg the thing about kira and jadzia is that. jadzia is so so so full of joy and the measured, steady, unshakeable optimism of someone much older than she is. but she wasn't always like that, she was a lonely, anxious, nerdy kid who "grew up" 300 years in the span of a single medical/spiritual operation. and a big part of that experience was the dedicated training she got towards knowing herself, knowing her needs and desires and how to meet them, so that she wouldn't get drowned out by the rest of dax. right

and she comes to ds9 and she meets kira, a lonely, anxious fighter who was an adult by the time she was 10, who never had the opportunity to know more about herself than what was strictly necessary--that she is strong, that she makes a good leader, that she can do anything she sets her mind to. but she never figured out what she might like to set her mind to, because freedom was the only thing it was possible to want.

and jadzia sees her old self in kira's face, in the bowstring-tight lines of her, and jadzia takes her by those aching shoulders and says Hey. do you want to know yourself? do you want to know what joy is? do you want to play?

[captainjimothycarter]

so with steve's 'enhanced senses' would he be able to hear his child's heartbeat from peggy's belly?

Y'know what... I'm going to say yes just because I can and the idea of him listening obsessively to her belly and smiling is making me smile.

Also on the other end - Steve obsessively listening, perhaps even unconsciously doing it, out of pure anxiety of worrying over his little one and his wife's health.

if anyone else wants to chime in with a more 'sure' answer, please do!

[iamthecomet]

If you could be an expert in any field overnight, what would it be?

I've been mulling this over since you sent it because I DON'T KNOW. I have too many things I wish I was good at and I was having trouble landing on something that felt right. But I think I've decided that it would be baking. I would love to be one of those people who just gets it and can create beautiful and delicious creations. Good food feels like magic and I would love to be able to create that with confidence.

[dewedup]

Gloom my dear, I have questions for you! 7, 9, 16, 20 please 💚

thank you for giving me some of these to answer 🥰

7 - favourite papa era

oh 100% terzo (love copia he’s my first papa but id give my first born to have been here during terzos era)

9 - favourite lyrics

you are cast out from the heavens to the ground, blackened feathers falling down (so beautiful i scream it in my car)

16 - favourite ghost side character

this one goes out to my homeboy cowbell, i hope you’re well, i miss and love you

20 - what do you love most about ghost? what sucked you in?

the first ghost thing i saw was aether and dew’s guitar duel on the show before christmas where aeth did all i want for christmas is you and i immediately needed to know everything about this band

[forever-ev]

Hai sweet ev since i really like bothering you also putting you on hard work rn. it's 3:38AM and i have another idea that you might not like (MUHEHE😈) since you have a series of TASM Dad parker i was thinking about how my lovely sweet Charlotte asks his father about "how did he meet her mother" and he answers her question. i think it'll be cool to give you this idea since i don't have that creativity like you have and also I'm hoping that you are doing okay mentally and physically sending you hugs ev 🫶🏽

-🌷

Hi, sweetness, great idea but I hadn't thought this through all the way so it took a bit longer. Charlotte is like maybe twelve because he's giving most of the real answer here.

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"Hey, dad, how'd you and mom meet and what was your relationship before me like? It's for an assignment." Your daughter asks.

"Well, for starters, we met in college like freshman year. I was like a kicked puppy after having a hell of a few years and seeing your mom was like a breath of...chocolate scented air considering she crashed into me one day while holding a tray of brownies." Peter chuckles.

"What? Really?" Charlotte laughs.

"Yeah, uh, she had a friend in a frat and was making giant batches of brownies I guess." He replies.

"What happened after that?"

"I awkwardly stumbled through asking her out and I guess she took pity on me because we went out the next day." Peter looks lost in thought for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing.

"So what was it like just before mom had me?" She looks up at him curiously.

"It was great. We were stressed but it was nice to live off Party Pizza before that pregnancy test. We were like twenty-two when you were born so we were a mess. I almost put diaper cream all over you after a bath when you were a newborn." They both laugh at that.

"So I was an oopsie baby?" Charlotte asks.

"Yeah and so was your brother. College and covid baby." Peter nods, "I love you though."

"Love you too, dad." She rolls her eyes.

"Uh, what's your...maiden name?" Your daughter asks, furrowing her brows at the work sheet.

"Ah, my maiden name, yes, it's...Jimothy the third like our cat." Peter says, looking thoughtful then bursting into laughter.

"Thanks, can I have twenty bucks?"

"What? for what?" He asks incredulously.

"Book fair."

"Whatever, but you are not getting six posters like last time or your mom will kill me."

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[mabel-pines-glitter-enthusiast]

Don't worry, Mabel! Jimothy said he likes glitter, apparently. He was just excited from getting a name

Really? That's a relief! Phew. Super glad that the whole fiasco is over; definitely nothing more to it! Nope, nothing at all!

...

You're not buying this, are you..? Uh, well, as good to know as that that is, there's one teensy weensy problem: I kinda, sorta had Grunkle Ford revive every spider to have ever died, so now Gravity Falls has been overrun with zombie spiders.

...

But, on the bright side, think of all of things you could learn from the zombie-spider apocalypse! Like, what does it take to kill a spider that has recently waved goodbye to the angels and rejoined the living? All very good questions you could think of and solve.

...

If we survive.

[drabbles-by-branwen]

"I am going to kill him," Jim growled, slamming the door behind him.

"Who are you going to kill, Jim?" Spock asked, trying unsuccessfully to not get annoyed by the rough treatment of his door.

"Bones," again the word was growled, which sent a shiver down Spock's spine.

"Why would you kill parts of a skeletal system?"

"No, no, no. Bones is my roommate. He's a doctor, old sawbones, aka Bones. His real name is Leonard McCoy, just so you know what name will be on his tombstone."

Spock, definitely did not, sighed, "What has your roommate done that requires you to kill him?"

"He fucked my sister. He had sex with my sister, in our dorm, on the gods-damned kitchen table we eat breakfast at. He was screwing my sister, on my table, in my dorm room, when I got home from the library."

"You have a sister?"

Jim threw his hands up in frustration, "That's what you took from what I said? That I have a sister? I don't even know why I tried."

"Are you less homicidal towards your roommate than when you walked in the door?"

Jim stopped his pacing, realizing that Spock's seemingly ill placed question had deflected his anger. He looked over at his boyfriend and sighed, "Yeah, don't want to kill him anymore, still wanna kick his ass. Seriously, our kitchen table. They could have used his bedroom."

"I shall assist you with that. You are correct, they were very... unsanitary to do so." Spock gave Jim that little smile that only Jim got to see, "Of course you and I really have no place to talk..."

"It's different. I bought that table, I made sure that Bones wasn't going to be home, and we sanitized the entire kitchen when we were done," he trailed off, a pout on his lips that distracted Spock.

"It's just... I haven't seen Sammy since I was 11, and we just reconnected a week ago. And she was coming over for dinner tonight, that's why I told you I couldn't go to that concert with you tonight. I spent an hour extra at the library to make sure I wouldn't have any assignments to work on this weekend."

Jim started pacing again, "Seriously, I wasn't even that late. And Bones... I can't believe he'd do that. He's like my brother, so him having sex with her just makes me uncomfortable."

"Is she older or younger than you?"

"Older. She's your age. She took off when she was 14... I don't blame her, Frank was perving on her, we found at least a dozen hidden cameras in her bedroom and bathroom. He... ignored me more than anything else, only raised his voice to me, well except that one time he gave me a whooping, but I'd crashed the car, so I think I earned that one."

"Frank?"

"He was our stepfather. After Sammy ran away and I got sent to Tarsus, well Mom might not be mother of the year, but when she found out what happened she dropped him. I haven't seen any sign of him since the divorce." He looks at Spock, "Can we change the subject. Don't really like talking about those days."

Spock nodded, pulling Jim down to cuddle next to him on the couch. He held Jim close, letting his beloved calm himself down, and was content to do so until they were distracted by Jim's comm going off.

"Where the hell are you?" they heard before Jim had a chance to say hello.

"Fuck you, too, Bones," Jim growled, once more sending a pleasant chill down Spock's spine.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe walking in on the closet thing I have to a brother screwing my sister pissed me off."

"We're sorry, Jimothy," a new voice said softly with a twinge of embarrassment.

"Don't call me that, Georgina."

"Truce, Jim. We are sorry. It's just... We dated during med school, but broke up because I went to the Academy," Jim's sister said quietly.

"I was gonna follow her but... Jocelyn and I hooked up at a party, she got pregnant, so we got married. I know that it was stupid, but... I was trying to do the honorable thing. Joanna is the only good thing that came out of the whole situation."

"And then you and I reconnected, and I was so excited to see you and get to know the amazing man you grew up to be, so I showed up early today and well... It was like no time had passed, Jim. I still love him."

All the anger and frustration seemed to drain from Jim, and he nodded slowly, even though they couldn't see him do so. "You're buying me a new kitchen table."

"Oh hell no, Kiddo, we sanitized it. And you really have the nerve to say that when I know damn well you've done the same damn thing with your hobgoblin, who I still have yet to meet."

"Grab your skinny little backside and your Vulcan boyfriend and get your ass home, Jim," Sammy said in her own Kirk growl.

[obriganeatspeople]

uooaagh a rushed post n rushed drawings but whatever!!!!! its 6 am i dont care at this point!!!!!! + a @Jimothy-hopkins ...intro..thingy..!!!!!

Okaay so..a little about Yuri,, im not good at writing stuff like this so excuse me ^^" might write more later if i think of anything ______ - snooty, full of herself and absolutely, impossibly greedy. Doesnt really like other nerds, except for Beatrice. The only student she respects in the whole school is probably Jimmy. - Considers herself to be the main source of all the fresh gossip. And who doesnt love finding new dirty laundry about their classmates? Especially in Bullworth! For a fair price, can tell any new information that didnt have the time to get to others. And not just some random buzz, but the real deal. Something that could potentially ruin lives! *thunder sfx* - Carries her camera on her 24\7\365, not a single "sneaky" make out session or a backstab from some dweeb wont get by her. Takes double the price for pictures with proof. Gives discounts only to some girls. - Adores Ms. Philips, practically to a maniacal obsession. When not searching for dirt, always hangs around her class asking "absolutely important questions" about art or photography. Ms. Philips most likely knows about all of this. - Regularly tries bribing in search of self-advantage (better grades, protection from bullies, etc.) Smaller fun-facts: Broke her glasses herself just to tape them. Taught herself to walk as quietly as possible. A good listener, if you can actually manage to get her attention. Can climb trees surprisingly well (yes in the skirt(thats where the best shots can be taken from)). A single shuffle can wake her up. Her favorite arcade is ConSumo. Broke a foolish amount of couples. Does a surprisingly good job at keeping her own information in secret. Has eyes and ears everywhere.

[dumdumland]

does Jimothy like marzhmallowz?

Yes! They make for a great bed

[captainjimothycarter]

The legend of Tarzan is lowkey Steggy if you’re brave enough 👀

Nonny, you are a genious. I am brave enough to see it, but I am not brave enough to write it.

This needs to exist.

[lightshiningforth]

My friend and I were talking about this recently: Jimothy Timothy Kirk is not a good kisser. He grabs women by both shoulders and smashes his face into theirs. It doesn’t look sexy, or like it feels good. The attraction factor must be doing a whole lotta work to make the women in question want to come back for more.

[ghoultrifle]

Phantom is trying to do maths because he wants to be the smartest ghoul like Aether. Swiss comes over and asks what he’s doing. Phantom starts explaining subspace (maths version), to which Swiss responds they should explore the good kind of subspace instead

Jimothy once again pulling through as my favourite maths nerd, everyone else please enjoy learning about subspaces <3 This was so much fun to write but i am incredibly impatient so this has not been proofread and will not be my best work, sorry not sorry! I kinda forgot about the whole subspace thing halfway through but I do not have the energy to go back soooo

Swiss is trans because I said so! cunt, clit, dick, cock used.

Phantom was laying on his bed, stomach on the mattress as he kicked his legs in the air, twirling an eraser pensively in his hands. His mouth was occupied with the tip of his pencil, gnawing on the bitter wood, his free hand supporting the weight of his chin. Shoulder-length locks kept falling, clouding his vision. He didn’t care, he was fed up of learning about subspaces.

“Why do I care if U is a subspace of V? And why do I need to keep proving it?” He pouted, only himself to hear the complaints in the now dim light of his room, the midday sun now sinking below the horizon.

Phantom was rubbing out the workings for the latest attempt at the question, he kept making silly mistakes: misreading the question or forgetting how to do simple maths.

“Stupid fucking ghoul, you’ll never be as smart as Aether, just face it!” The quintessence ghoul cried out to the void. But the void replied…

The young ghoul’s door opened, it was Swiss. “What’s wrong, Baby Bat?” He questioned, frowning at Phantom.

“Can’t do this fucking work. Every time I think I’m getting somewhere, something else goes wrong! What’s wrong with me, Swiss?”

“Oh hey, it’s alright, Bug. Nothing’s wrong with you. Looks like you’ve been here all day, you’re probably just in your own head.” Swiss patted Phantom on the back, alternating between pressure and smooth strokes. “What’re you trying to do anyway? Are chores not enough for you?”

“‘m learning about subspaces!” Phantom replied, a passion reignited in his voice.

“Learning about what?!” If Swiss had a drink he would have comically spat it out all over the ghoul next to him.

“Yeah, I enrolled in an online maths course ‘cause I wanted to be smart like Aether and Omega. This week’s work is all about subspaces. A subspace is a subset of a vector space that is itself a vector space but also satisfies the three subspace criteria.” Phantom ranted. Swiss was too entranced in the energy of the younger ghoul to stop him.

“The first criterion is that the subset can’t be empty, the second cri –” The multi ghoul was pulled out of his trance as a fiendish idea swirled around his mind, hands roughly grabbing Phantom’s cheeks as he kissed him hard - anything to shut the other ghoul up.

Swiss pulled away, taking in Phantom’s look of awe, “Sorry Tommy, maths is a sore spot for me, can’t listen to it.” He apologised.

“How about we explore the good kind of subspace instead, hmm?” The older ghoul asked, gently coaxing Phantom to sit up as he swiped the ghoul’s hard work off the bed, landing crumpled on the floor. That was a problem for future them.

“Oh okay but I really do need to finish that work,” Phantom replied, worriedly gazing at his hours of effort lying on the floor, Swiss’ calloused thumb rubbing his shoulder.

“Hmm Baby, it’s worse than I thought. You really do need to get fucked dumb,” the multi ghoul cooed. His brown eyes raked over the almost shaking ghoul beside him. Swiss would be lying if he said he didn’t have a thing for smart guys; there’s a reason he and Aether always shared a hotel room on tour. But he could also tell when someone just needed to be reminded how stupid they are, pliant under his touch and unable to form a coherent thought.

Through many a session with Aether, the multi ghoul had honed his quintessence, now at the ability of a teenage ghoul, and a horny one at that. “I’m gonna use a bit of magick, alright? Can you remember your safe actions?” Swiss asked in a loving tone, like honey lined his vocal cords, his words coating Phantom in a sickly sweet embrace.

“Mhm Sir, pickle or three leg taps if I can’t speak.”

Swiss shuddered at the honorific, seems Phantom wouldn’t need much help dropping today, his control already slipping at the mere suggestion of a scene.

“Good boy. Now let’s talk about our subspace criteria. First rule, a sub’s head must be empty.”

The older ghoul extended his fingertips to Phantom’s now-bare chest. Quintessence oozing from his digits, reaching in, shoving all the work on Phantom’s metaphorical desk onto the floor, leaving the ghoul devoid of thoughts.

“How are you feeling, my precious?” 

Phantom could only stare at him through lidded eyes, mouth agape as he attempted a nod. Swiss knew the answer to his rhetorical question, however. Phantom’s trousers were tented, the ghoul shifting where he was sat in an attempt to get some friction on his filled out cock.

Every movement was primal, a base instinct not tied down by societal rules. In any other scenario Phantom would be horrified at the blush working its way across his cheeks, unable to hide it with his leaden arms. Right now though, he isn’t even aware of his body’s reaction to the touch.

“Oh such a slut for me, aren’t you? Can’t even tell me how good you’re feeling. How hard you are in those tight little pants. Already leaking and I haven’t even told you the rest of the rules.” Swiss teased.

The quintessence ghoul’s blush only grew a deeper purple, contrasting his mottled skin. His head was vacant, half-formed thoughts fleeting by at incredible speeds, long disappeared over the horizon by the time he tried to acknowledge them.

“Second rule, a sub must be obedient,” a flustered Swiss declared, thinking on his feet now. He wanted to commit to the bit but didn’t think he’d get Phantom on board. “Do you think you can be a good boy for me?” he asked, knowing the words would get his dumb toy’s dick leaking as he cradled the smaller ghoul’s face, his hand easily reaching both ears.

As promised an almost imperceptible damp spot started to form on Phantom’s tight, dark pants, outlining the head of his cock. It was begging for release, sensitive and oh so hard. The quintessence ghoul fluttered his eyelids at the other, his way of saying Yes Daddy, I’ll be such a good boy for you.

Swiss was equally as affected, his clit rock solid while his cunt was creating a very sticky problem in Swiss’ boxers. But tonight wasn’t about him, it was about helping Phantom let go in every way possible. So he continued to let the wet patch grow as he recited the third rule.

“The third rule for a sub to be just perfect is for them to float away. Let me take care of you, bug.”

As Swiss was quoting the rule he reached down to unzip Phantom’s trousers, giving his weeping cock a few quick strokes through the red boxers, no doubt borrowed from Dewdrop. Phantom had just enough of a hold on reality to let out a choked moan as Swiss finally touched him. A small whimper came out when the multi ghoul removed his hand.

Swiss wasn’t a ghoul known for his patience, and that extended to the bedroom. It didn’t take long for him to decide that tonight Phantom would have to get off while pleasuring the multi ghoul because he’ll be damned if the new summon doesn’t have the hottest mouth. Of course the award for physically hottest mouth went to Dewdrop but Phantom’s soft, plump lips and limber tongue won the award for most pleasurable.

Swiss unbuckled his belt as he slid off his bottoms in one smooth motion, only tripping as the fabric got stuck around his ankle. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like the dazed ghoul on the bed could react in any way, still heavily under the influence of Swiss’ quintessence.

The multi ghoul stood there, dick jutting out between his folds. He always described himself as an outie, and he was proud of it. Phantom seemed even prouder, drool spilling from his lips as he watched Swiss give himself a few tugs before swiping at himself and giving it a taste.

“Like what you see, hmm?” Swiss mocked, reaching out to Phantom’s chest again to partially release him from the throes of his magick. “Well how about you show Daddy a good time then, baby bat.”

And with that Swiss was pushing down on Phantom’s ribs, forcing the younger ghoul onto his back as he straddled his midriff, trapping Phantom’s leaking cock beneath him.

“Ah Swiss, feels so mmm good.” The quintessence ghoul whined, in control of his voice once again.

“Oh, bug, toys don’t talk.” Swiss frowned, trying his best not to let his excitement show. He agonisingly inched his way up Phantom’s body, leaving a trail of slick behind him before his cunt arrived at those delicate lips. “Let’s put that mouth to good use instead, my love.”

Swiss lowered himself gently onto Phantom’s face letting the younger ghoul lick exploratively before sliding his tongue deep inside the multi ghoul. “Eat up,” he smirked.

And Phantom did. Anything to be a good boy, the promise of a reward implicit with Swiss. He could be mean but he’d never leave a lover unsatisfied. So Phantom ate Swiss out like his life depended on it. By the way his cock was kicking, leaking pre over his happy trail, it really felt like his life did depend on it.

The skilled tongue laved against Swiss’ walls, a heady mix of spit and slick coating his insides. Phantom’s tongue occasionally departing to give kitten licks to his clit before sucking the bud whole, hollowing his cheeks to show the multi ghoul just how big he was. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Unholy fuck Ant, forgot how good your tongue was.” Swiss pleaded, any attempt at keeping a stern demeanour now in the past.

Even with his mouth occupied, Phantom was far from quiet. He was attempting to set a ministry record in getting Swiss off, and he knew exactly what buttons to push. A little ah here mixed in with breathy moan there and Swiss was coming apart, quickly. The multi ghoul loved an expressive partner, his already large ego inflated any time someone moaned.

Phantom was beginning to flag, limbs still heavy under Swiss’ spell and tongue beginning to tire from its intense workout. The larger ghoul took pity on the whimpering ghoul, handing him a pillow from the top of the bed. It was encased in a grey cover and it was firm, Phantom needed a lot of neck support when asleep. 

Swiss craned his neck behind him to see he didn’t even need to tell the younger ghoul what to do with it, the pillow already shoved deep between his thighs as he spared all his extra energy into rocking into it.

“Fuck Phantom, such a good boy for me,” Swiss encouraged “humping that pillow so well. Bet you wish it was me sinking onto you, clenching around that lovely cock of yours as I use you.”

Both ghouls were getting close; Swiss at the sight of his partner desperately humping a pillow, and Phantom at the friction said pillow was providing. The case was covered in streaks of pre, getting more wet with each thrust of the quintessence ghoul’s ruddy cock, only spurring him on as the shame hit.

Phantom was a ghoul that got off primarily on shame. Something about doing these sinful acts with his packmates left him hard like nothing else. He learned all these rules during his summoning about how humans are supposed to act, it was ingrained in him by Papa. So now when he does anything outside the norm he feels that hot shame coursing through him, straight to his dick.

Phantom’s hips were canting up rapidly to the soft fabric of the pillow case, now a dark grey. He was unable to do anything but moan against Swiss’ folds, and hope the larger ghoul was as close as he was.

His skilled lips were assaulting Swiss’ cock, doing his best to give Swiss the best blowjob of his life as the multi ghoul’s slick ran down his chin. The t-dick was engorged as Phantom sucked and swirled his tongue around the growth. All it took was a well timed breath from Phantom, hot air engulfing his cunt as the smaller ghoul emptied his lungs. 

The sensation had Swiss cumming with a yell, Phantom quick to resume his efforts on his clit as Swiss rode out his orgasm.

“Satanas, bug, I should dumb you down more often, that was incredible.” Swiss praised as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. Looking down he could see the mess he made of Phantom’s face, shining, covered in his release.

Phantom was smiling back at the older ghoul, proud of his work but desperately hard and teetering on the edge. The pillow was great but he just needed more. 

“Oh were you hoping I was going to get you off?” The multi ghoul chimed, “Think again, bug. Need you to hump it like you do when you’re alone. And don’t pretend you don’t, Rain told me everything.”

His hips bucked harder at the request, humiliation setting in. “Can I move, Daddy?” he asked tentatively.

“The stage is yours, darling.” Swiss replied as he blew the ghoul a kiss, already feeling a puddle of slick forming beneath him.

The quintessence long worn off by now as the new summon manoeuvred himself onto all fours, adding the pillow to a stack between his thighs before he started thrusting his cock into the pile. Each cant left him panting and whining for more.

“Look at my little toy, getting off on a pillow like a good boy.” 

Phantom keened at the praise, spurring him on. His full body weight was on the stack of pillows now, his cock sliding easily into the creases of the fabric as his hips moved, no longer a conscious motion. He just needed to cum, soon.

It was just the wrong side of enough stimulation but he was determined to make it work, to be a good boy for Swiss.

The next time Phantom looked up, Swiss was tugging himself between his thumb and forefinger, moaning at the sight before him. That was enough to push the quintessence ghoul over the edge. He grabbed his cock harshly, no longer caring about the implicit ‘no touching’ rule that sessions with Swiss involve. As he stroked his shaft the pillow beneath him was painted a delicious white, Phantom’s head thrown back as he whined.

He knelt on the bed as he came down from his high, marvelling at the art he produced. Looking over at Swiss, he was shaking his head, a frown adorning his usually joyous face.

“Good toys don’t touch themselves.” He tutted, “Do it again.”

Phantom sighed, gripping his soft cock as he tried to coax it to life once more. The only saving grace being the whorish ghoul touching himself beside him. They were going to be here a while, Phantom definitely wouldn’t be finishing his homework tonight.

[ghelullu]

You know so much and every time you share a snippet of your Ghost knowledge I get so excited. You’re a treasure and I want you to know you’re one of my most favourite people

Jimothy, thank you so much! You don't know how much I value your ever positive presence here!! You guys won't be able to escape me yapping about Ghost anytime soon, there has to be at least some merit of being obsessed with it for a while, and if I can ease just one person's anxiety a little bit or answer just a handful of questions, then I'm happy! (might do another post today or tomorrow about the usual timeframe of touring and album releases, bc I saw so much worry (and sometimes downright bad accusations towards TF) recently about the lack of an album release with the tour so close....)

[unnamed-spider-named-jimothy]

(In case this ends up being sent by my main blog, please know that this is meant to be a question from my Mabel rp account, @mabel-pines-glitter-enthusiast )

Hiiii, Jimothy! I don't know if you noticed, but me and Dipper' house is kinda overrun by spiders. He thought that doing three-melody karaoke would get rid of them, but all of my friends were busy. Can you believe it? On today of all days! Uh, but, anyway — I was wondering if you could sing along with us in order to exterminate the zombie spiders before they spread their apocalypse?

which part of the harmony would you want me to take? the mystery boy is obviously taking the high part. you'll take the melody. i assume that leaves me with the low part.

[kroas-adtam]

I want you to know that I’m mentally walking around inside Wax Wings & Open Flames looking at everything, dissecting every word and smelling every book in the library. I think about this fic constantly. What was Zeph’s life before the summoning? Will whoever orchestrated this fail? Will Alpha and Zephyr kiss? Does Terzo know what’s going on? What about Omega? What does Lucifer think of this ministry on Earth? What has Alpha experienced in his life? What’s up with the creature in the woods? How can I transport myself from the real world to the one you created so I can explore everything?

I don’t expect you to answer the questions, I just need you to know I love you and I’m so happy you’re writing this fic

Jimothy, it’s asks like this that fuel my fire to write. I’m going through some life transitions right now but once I’m settled in the next week or so, I’m planning on absolutely answering every one of those questions. I’m trying not to rush this fic like I did dpm because I have so many feelings bout Alphyr and I really really want you to love it as much as I do (I’m even gonna rewrite some things in the past chapters bc I don’t feel like they conveyed enough, ya know?)

(I will say, the library smells like cookies, sandalwood and old parchment)