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I am the a biggest (first and only) advocate for the 'Great Aunt Greta thinks Henry is AMAB and fully believes everyone else is transphobic' headcanon.

Nobody asked but I'm excited about this, so here's a headcanon/theory I have that I'm adding into my Smurfs fanfic. Please hear me out:

When a baby Smurf is delivered by stork to a village, it's because it had no capable guardian. The loss of their guardian turns the moon physically blue- it doesn't have to be an actual blue moon. Papa used Baby's arrival to convince his Smurfs this is how Smurfs are born, but Smurfs are hermaphroditic and do actually reproduce sexually. Papa is just embarrassed by the whole idea of talking about it.

I also hc that both Papa and Willow's villages are formed entirely out of Smurfs that have been delivered by stork. This is because neither found a partner and so were able to adopt and raise new baby Smurfs from other parents, rather than having their own. It's kinda similar to kea (alpine parrots native to New Zealand) that don't find partners - they run schools for groups of young kea to learn kea skills.

And some things I have considered:

Wild- got lost but was adopted by squirrels before the stork could take him to a village. The squirrels were deemed worthy parents and so wild was left with them.

Baby delivered to wrong village in comic (this theory only works for the lost village/ntob timeline) - he's actually a 'girl' smurf with alopecia and was meant for the girls' village, but the stork got mixed up because he was hairless and it thought he was a true hairless Smurf like the rest of the 'boy' Smurfs. In reality he will never be able to grow hair, even at Papa's age.

The system is to help prevent the already dwindling Smurf population from falling even further. It's just an idea and I'm sure there are holes but yk

Fun to think about :)

Also I consider the 'boy' Smurfs to just be hairless Smurfs, and 'girl' Smurfs to just be Smurfs with head hair.

Kinda like a dog breed situation, where each one finds more familiarity with their own breed and so the storks group them together.

So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

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@stararise @spicyicymeloncat doodles inspired by yall's post :3!!!

Edit: bonus part

An attempt at Stede Bonnet lmao

It went- alright, overall?

S1 King Clawthorne and Kid Lloyd Garmadon would be great friends

Also

Eda would adopt Lloyd and then suggest they steal candy from babies to bond

Lloyd would wonder where this mother figure has been all his life

Shitty little doodle of the two

I recently got into Miraculous Ladybug, so of course I had to make my own sona and version of a bat miraculous :)

So here's my Sona

Her civilian name is Carrie, and her superhero name is Ystlum (pronounced uhst-limb)

The bat miraculous is a headband that sprouts ears when activated. The ears have a lining that is split into five sections that turn black as time runs out.

The kwamii's name is Pipp (as in pipistrelle), and she's the kwamii of insight.

She's very shy and quiet, as she knows a lot of the kwamii's secrets due to her hearing being even sharper and broader than that of a normal bat's. She's scared she'll let slip of some of them, so she stays quiet most of the time. She's close with Roaar, though.

She also has backward knees, like real bats

The bat miraculous has the power 'unveil.' This allows the holder to build up an image of a scene using sound. The holder does not need to be present in the scene they wish to view.

This power can see through illusions without compromising them, and counters powers grant invisibility. It can also be used to see around corners, and behind people's backs etc.

The bat also has the power to detect when an akuma is created, and can sense where an akuma/akumatised object is. This works on a similar concept to the cat's night vision, and the butterfly's ability to sense negative emotions even when not transformed.

The weapon of the bat miraculous is the wings. They're very sharp and can be used to glide. Depending on the holder, they may present as dual wielded katana.

It disturbs me how many people don’t know the anatomy of a pen/pencil/brush/stylus/tool of choice when held by an artist. I would have thought this was common knowledge!

There is a tube inside your tool of choice that is filled with art. When you first pick it up for the day, there’s a very small blockage (the red part in the diagram that I have helpfully provided for you) of bad or awkward art that has sunk down and settled near the tip. The only way to get rid of it is to draw it out onto a page/canvas.

Once you do that, you can get to the good art! It’s totally normal. It happens to everyone. That’s why people do warmups before they draw - they know that awkward art is lurking right near the tip, so they’re getting rid of it.

New artists especially seem to not know that it’s there, and sometimes they might think their bad art blockage is never ending, but if you keep drawing, you’ll get to the good art. Sometimes that awkward art blockage can build up a little bit if you go a long time without drawing, too. Just keep going, though. I promise you that you can break through it, if you just keep going.