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quinnonimp · 1 year
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qsmp language charms !! a little headcanon of mine ive had since the start that i finally like enough to talk about
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alienssstufff · 9 months
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qsmp and classpects p2
reasoning and whatnot is in my #classpect tag for anyone who asks collecting more feel free to suggest
part 1
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rowelvjy · 3 months
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Adding things to Lovejoy’s Wikipedia page
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k-a-b-o-o-m · 9 months
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"And these are my children.."
(Technically Tallulah is his granddaughter but idrc lol)
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theanoninyourinbox · 4 months
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I would like to think shellheart's father is a barncat
I HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA FROM THAT ASK THANKS FERN
So Crookedkit goes to leave Riverclan, sneaking away when he thinks no one is watching...but Shellheart is too worried about his boy and finds him shortly after Crooked leaves. Shellheart isn't letting his kit go by himself - there's a feeling of unease, like someone is watching him, like someone is glaring full of hate. (He doesn't see the gray shape of his mate staring from the shadows - but there's no sign of a tortie molly anywhere) He's not letting Crookedkit (and how he hates calling his little Stormy that, even if the kit insists on it now) alone. He goes to Hailstar, leaving Oakkit in his and Brambleberry's care (leading to Oakkit taking a different path in life), and loudly divorces a disbelieving Rainflower in the middle of camp before heading off with Crookedkit to the Moonstone - maybe there will be answers there.
They stop at the barn for the night, meeting Fleck and Mitzi and her wild hoard of kits. Fleck mentions his adoptive father having a similar facial injury, maybe he can help? And Domino the broken jawed barn cat locks eyes with Shellheart the warrior, and everything stops-
Many seasons ago, Willownose the loyal warrior of Riverclan fell in love with a dashing loner, who tried to join the clan, but was rejected. They met in secret for moons, in a parallel to a long ago river tom and forest molly, except he met his kit - even named him! But another warrior found them, and to save his love and their kit, he feigned being a stranger, and was attacked. He was struck down, falling into the river, cracking his jaw on the stones, and waking to a strange molly pulling him from the river. Her body is soaked with rancid water, and her throat flaps open like a torn leaf on the wind, but he thanks her anyway - she must be a protector spirit to save him like that! (He only sees her one more time in his life, but Mapleshade, saving a soul far too much like her, begins to change. The river is walked by a molly in the mists, keeping wanderers out of the river.) He recovers with the help of the barn twolegs, and helps a molly raise her two kits. He sticks around longer than she does, and helps raise his in-all-but-blood kits raise grandkits when the father refuses to stay. And then Fleck calls him over, to a kit with his jaw and a tom and everything stops-
That's Shellheart's father
That's Domino's son
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Domino, Mitzi, Fleck, and the kits join Riverclan - Dominojaw, Mistyglow, Fleckbelly, Sootkit, Piperkit, Mistkit, and Magpiekit. Oakpaw becomes a medicine cat, Crookedpaw becomes Crookedstorm, Sootsong and Piperleap and Mistnose and Magpiewing. Dominojaw sees the cat who saved him strike down Rainflower when she tries to kill her own kit for daring to thrive, and watches the massive tortie fade away in a glimmer of stars. But he sees her again, in a way - when he and Shellheart are called into the medicine den by Oakheart and Brambleberry, and at the belly of Willowbreeze, under the loving eyes of Crookedstorm, nestled between her three sisters, is a faded but familiar pelt. He suggests Glimmerkit for that one, and she thrives along with Silverkit, Minnowkit, and Shinekit. Dominojaw lives long enough to see his grandkit become Crookedstar, and then passes into the fields of Starclan.
And wakes to the loving eyes of Willownose.
(Oakheart still romances Bluefur, but he saves his frostbitten kit. Piperleap becomes deputy after Leopardfur shows her anti-kittypet side. Silverstream survives her labor, and her sisters Minnowstripe, Shinefall, and Glimmerscale help take care of the kits - while teasing Graystripe about his terrible swimming. Everything is a little softer and brighter, if for a little while at least)
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maarriiii · 8 months
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Say You’ll Remember Me, Standing in A Nice Dress | Wilbur Soot
A/N: I had this idea immediately after I saw the announcement for 1989 TV. I haven’t had this surge of creativity in a hot minute yall. Hope you enjoy this 💙💙
Summary: Your daughter found an old picture of you with an unknown man.
Pairing(s): Past Musician!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader (Note: I try to write this as gender neutral as I possibly can but the reader’s daughter called her mom and it’s mentioned that reader gave the daughter a dress. It’s you/yours pronouns though)
Warning(s): Death of a loved one, grief, angst. Mention of a bad breakup.
my masterlist :))
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It felt odd. A weird sense of deja vu seeing your house that you’ve lived in for so long looked so barren and empty, devoid of any furnitures, pictures, and books that you’ve collected with your family. It was a hard decision for you to make but living in that house everyday, seeing traces of your partner in every single corner of the room knowing that he’s no longer there with you was an insurmountable ache to your heart and soul, body and mind. All you did after his passing was cried in your bed that felt too large now, hugging the pillow he used to sleep with, savoring every little bit of him that you could find. You never left your bedroom, the pain and grief was too powerful to get you to move and when you did, it was only to grab one of the many clothes of your husband that was still hung beside your own in the closet. You hold it close to your chest, imagining that it was him in your arms instead of a remnant of him.
Your only saving grace, your guardian angel, was your daughter. The light of you and your husband’s life. It was because of her that you and your husband decided to buy a house. And it was because of her that you were finally brave enough to move on and leave the place you once called home. When she first suggested the idea to you, you thought she was crazy, a mad woman. You were appalled that she would suggest such a thing. You remembered being upset, angry, and disappointed. You remembered yelling at her to get out of the house, tears in your eyes. You remembered retreating back into the only comfort you know and cried your heart out. It was only after the tears were emptied out of you, the clock strikes almost 3 A.M, that you realized you were acting irrationally and lashed out on your daughter, the only person along with her own partner child, that was trying to help you through this grief. You realized you didn’t just lose your husband, but your daughter also lost her father. And on top of that, she had to care for her grieving mother as well.
The next morning, after a night filled with no sleep, you called her. The bright cheerful voice of your grandchild greeted you and your heart melt at the sound. It put you on ease before finally talking to your daughter. You thought she wouldn’t want to speak with you, hurt by the fact that you drove her away when all she did was helped you. Instead, she started apologizing, and it made you feel even more guilty than the previous night. You interrupted her in the middle of her speech, saying that she didn’t need to apologize and that you just weren’t ready to hear or even think about what she had suggested. You asked her to come for lunch at the house, accompanied by the offer of a homecooked meal—her favourite meal.
Later that day, she arrived with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand—the same one your husband used to get you—and a brown paper bag with deserts on the other. It went smoothly as you hoped and finally, when you thought you were ready, you brought up the topic of last night. She immediately starts talking, saying we don’t have to talk about that if you want to. You have to call out her name twice before she finally stops rambling—a trait she earned from her late father.
“Sweetheart, I think you’re right. This house—it holds a lot of memories of your father. Everyday I cherish what I can of him but at same time, it serves as a painful reminder that he’s no longer with us, with me, and I don’t know if I can handle that.” You took a deep breath, wavering. “I’m not ready to leave this all behind yet but when I do, I promise I will give you a call.”
And she did, two weeks ago. And now here you were, standing in an empty hallway of a place you once called home.
“Hey, y/n, the stuff from the living room is all packed and ready to go. Is there anything else left?”
You turned around at the sight of your daughter’s partner in the doorway. “Oh Heather, dear, yes, there’s still a couple of boxes down in the basement. I missed them before since they were pretty hidden. Though, I’ve sent Thena down there and she haven’t come up yet.”
“You want me to come and get her?” Heather smiled.
You waved her off. “Oh, that’s alright. I’ll do it. You can go ahead and make sure everything’s all set up with the movers, dear. That’ll be great.”
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The basement was never really your favourite part of the house. It was dark, stuffy, and sometimes creepy when the light won’t turn on—and that always happens. So, it was always your late husband that goes down there to put stuff away that wasn’t being used anymore, retrieve his tools and whatnot. When she was little, Thena would sometimes hide there in a game of hide and seek. You would scold her, saying it was dangerous down there but her dad would pat her on the head and told her good job for hiding so great.
It might due to your age—over half a century old—or maybe it was the dusty old dark space that made it quite hard for you too see. You pat your body for your glasses, only to remember that they were upstairs by the living room windowsill. You decided to continue down the stairs anyway instead of retrieving them, walking down the steps gently and with your hand on the railing. With each step you take, the stairs creak and you hoped that the person who bought your house would replace the stair in the near future.
“Mom, is that you?” Thena called out.
She greeted you at the end of the stairs, offering her hand for you to hold as you take the last step.
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. I sent you here about an hour ago. I was beginning to worry.” You frowned. “See, you’re sweating and your hands are all dirty.”
She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. “Sorry, got a little bit distracted.”
You shook your head. “What on earth could possibly have you distracted in here?”
Thena’s eyes suddenly lights up and without a word, she guide you the boxes she was supposed to retrieve.
“I found all of your stuff from when you were on your twenties or something.”
It must be things from college, you thought.
“It’s mostly your old notes and a few trinkets, but I found pictures too, of you and your friends.”
There were two boxes in front of you, both opened and had been rummaged through by curious hands, your daughter curious hands. You peeked inside one of them, the one on the left, and it was true what she said, the content of that box was filled with books with your scribbling on it. You might’ve even glanced at your yearbook in there. You wondered when that went for so long.
“But, there’s something I wanted to ask you about.” Thena said, breaking your train of thought. “Hold out your hand.”
You looked at your daughter. “Honey-”
“Come on, please. For me?”
For an adult, she seemed to still know how to use that puppy dog eyes of her.
You sighed, but you did what she asked of you. Finally, she laid a single yellowed polaroid picture on the palm of your hand.
It was down facing so you couldn’t actually see what the picture was. Thena urged you to turn the picture around by raising her brows and nodding at the picture with her head. She looked so excited that you couldn’t even imagine what the picture might be. Finally, you turned the picture in your hand and for a second your heart skipped a beat.
“Oh, how nice.” Your voice wavered. “It’s that dress I gave you for your first date.”
Thena gave you a deadpanned look.
“Really, that’s your first thought?
“What? That’s the same dress, isn’t it?”
“Well, yeah, it is, but that’s not really what I meant, mom.”
In the picture, there was two people. Twenty-something you, in a white dress, grinning from ear to ear, in the arm of a man that could rival your own smile whilst he took the picture with his free hand. The two of you looked happy, in love even, and with the ocean and the sunset as the background, it looked like something out of a movie, Thena thought. What she knew about you and her dad was that the of you met awhile after college. So, this must be before the two of you met.
“Who’s that, mom?”
It felt like you were transported to that day. You could smell the salt air, the sound of waves crashing on the sand, the breeze in your hair, the warmth from the body next to you. It had been years since the thought of him entered your mind, but for some reason you could still remember him all too well. His curly hair that would cover his eyes if he let it grow out, his guitar string scarred hands that felt rough against your skin. His melodic voice that would sing you the words to his brand new song before he showed it anyone else. Everything about him was still fresh in your mind as if it was kept inside a box, waiting to be opened.
“Mom, are you okay?” She asked, after a moment of silence.
“I think I need to sit down, Athena.”
Thena followed closely behind you, worried you might collapse and silently panicking that she might’ve done something wrong again that might upset you. She gently sat you down at the bottom of the stairs and watched as you took a deep breath. It broke her heart when she saw a glimpse of tears trailing down your cheeks as you played with the photo of you and the unknown man. It felt like one of those many nights where she heard you crying outside your bedroom.
Thena sat down in front you, grasping your hand that wasn’t holding the picture.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset by showing you this.”
You shook your head, a curt laugh escaped your lips. It didn’t make Thena feel any better since there were still tears in your eyes.
“I’m not upset, sweetheart. I just—i just didn’t expect to see this after so many years. Honestly, i thought you were gonna show me a drunk picture of myself or something even more embarrasing.”
Both of you laughed.
“So, he was someone special, then?”
You nodded. “I’ve only ever loved two people in my life. Your dad and this person. His name is Wil. He was my first. I met him way before I met your dad.”
“What happened between you two?”
You sighed, leaning against the wall behind you. “We were young. We thought we were gonna do everything together after we graduated. He was in a band, you see. That was his thing and he loved it very much. But, he got carried away. Started spending less time with me and more with his band. He’s so focused on his dream that sometimes I feel like he forgets that I’m there. Well, things ended pretty bad between us and after that I decided to move.”
“Have your ever heard from him?”
“Last I heard the band really took off. He got what he wanted it looks like.”
Thena nodded. “Did dad know about him?”
“I told him a little. I didn’t think it was neccesary to tell him everything about my ex, you know. Didn’t want your dad to think I’m still hung up about the guy.”
Thena chuckled. “Yeah, that could end bad.”
“Yeah, it could.” You smiled.
The comfortable silence between you and your daughter was interrupted by a knock on the basement door. Both of you looked up to see Heather standing on top of the stairs, a worried look on her face.
“There you two are.”
“Shit.” Thena cursed. “Did we make the movers wait too long? I’m sorry. It was my fault. I got distracted and then mom went down and I wanted to show her something and we-”
“Thena,” You and Heather called.
You shook your head, while Heather muffled her laugh.
“We’ll be right up, Heather, dear.” You turned to your daughter. “I think it’s about time we’ve pack this up, don’t you think.”
Both of you walked back to the boxes, tidying everything up. You had half a thought to pocket the picture of you and Wil instead of returning it back to the box, but you thought against it and put it back where Thena had found it. Once you did, she secured the boxes with tape and wrote ‘mom’s college stuff’ on the front.
You let her go first, wanting to take a moment for yourself. She nodded understandingly, before carefully making her way up the stairs carrying two boxes with ease. As you looked around the now empty basement, you couldn’t help but think how many times you’ve done this before, all for different reason yet still so similar. Maybe that’s how it meant to be. Maybe that’s how you heal just like the first time.
With one final look, you made your upstairs, braving for the next chapter of your life.
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juice-boxy · 1 year
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Drew my fav Donnies in my fav outfits!! (Inspired by that one tmnt twt trend)
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Edit: I just realized I wrote 2k3 instead of '87 I am a fool
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royalarchivist · 1 year
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Wilbur: Tommy’s a fake Lovejoy fan. I don’t even send him the early shows of the songs anymore. Phil: Aw, no, don’t be mean. Wilbur: No not out of spite it’s out of — it’s a tactical thing. Tommy was like our top 1% of listeners for “Are You Alright?” so I figure: “Why lose a customer by showing them the songs early when they can stream the songs when they come out?”
Tommy being a “fake Lovejoy fan”, and other stories from the Lovejoy tour.
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Imagine q!Wilbur and q!Quackity arguing over Tilin and how Wilbur wasn’t present/doesn’t recognize Tilin as his only for Quackity to quietly say
“He had your eyes.”
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kkfunky · 11 months
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It's not Gregg's fault Tallulah felt jealous! Gegg just wants to feel loves for once in his life! The vandalism is on Roier and Quackity!
Quackity is actively manipulating Gegg into doing bad things for his affection and friendship, knowing full well that's all Gegg wants! And Roier is going along with it to get back at Quackity for betraying him!
Gegg is just a broken man who wants to feel loved by those around him but feels he is undeserving of love in every form he takes!
And Gegg/Slime will probably be the one to take the fall for this despite this!
Gegg is a tragedy! Gegg is a poor, broken, shell of a person who just wants love.
(Also, this was light-hearted. I'm not actually mad or upset)
i mean, you're completely correct! gegg/slime is more tragic than anything, and tallulah's feelings about him aren't his fault. i haven't seen the full context behind what happened with the vandalism, so i can't speak on that, but i'll take your word on it for now.
in general, there's a lot of grief and yearning for companionship going on in this server, and gegg/slime is an incredibly wild example of that! at the end of the day, i really want all of these characters to find love and happiness.
but i am also just completely biased toward tallulah and wilbur, and if it takes the downfall of everyone else to keep them happy, then so be it!!
(yes, all light-hearted, of course)
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faebriel · 4 months
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have been playing my top 100 on shuffle at work. no fucking shot soft boy made it into my top 100
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fluffypotatey · 1 year
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Headcanon that the Dragonlords are like dragons and are naturally nomadic amd return to their "nests" only sporadically, and their whole aesthetic is something between a Hobbit and a Dwarf:
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Which is even funnier because imagine this snotty, preppy-ass, Gucci-down-to-the-boots rich bitch seeing a grungy, snarky, hedge-witch-meets-feral-goblin twink wearing more layers than a Winchester and immediately going, "Well, that's husband material right there."
all i am hearing is that merlin is the lovechild of bilbo and thorin
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Wilbur soot but in Utah
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shout at the walls
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'cause the walls don't f-cking love you
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ducksbyday · 1 year
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I think Empires s1 Fwhip and Dsmp!Wilbur should meet. I think it would be funny.
Here is a visual representation of how I think it would go:
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wilbyssoot · 2 years
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guys, look
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there’s a map on the inside of irl c!Wilbur’s coat
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