"Call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. I believe everything happens for a reason,"
TEMPORARY HIATUS
Hello hello! I am a creature of many names; Smoke, Dude, Spectral, Jack, Anxiety, Ace, and many more I'm sure. Feel free to call me whatever one you want! I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me :>
(Tone tags are appreciated!!)
"Looks like we've got another mystery on our hands."
Gender: Non-binary
Pronouns: It/He/They + Neos
Sexuality: Asexual & Bisexual (Maybe Aro?)
Likes: reading, writing, music, singing, video games (Survival, RPG, Puzzle and Farming sims), video editing, crochet, art, theatre/acting, YouTube, birds, D&D, sour candies, emoticons
Dislikes: Loud noises, big crowds, bad textures, bright lights, hot days, fortnite (I know I'm a hater/lh)
"Everywhere we go is weird, and I'm starting to think it's not the places"
Movies: How To Train Your Dragon, Ghostbusters, Holes, K-Pop Demon Hunters, The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Menu, Tangled
TV Shows: Scooby Doo, The Amazing Digital Circus, Brooklyn 99, Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj, Wild Kratts, High Potential, Castle
Video Games: Stardew Valley, Cult of The Lamb, Animal Crossing, World Neverland - Daily Life in Elnea Kingdom, Harvest Moon/Story Of Seasons, Pokemon, Miitopia/Tomodachi Life
Webseries: Shoot From the Hip/Roll From the Hip, Min-Maxed RPG, Journey To The Quest, Bistro Huddy
Books: The Lunar Chronicles, Heartless, Inkheart, Dragon Rider, The Chronicles of Narnia, Nancy Drew, Matilda
Musicals: Heathers, Epic; The Musical, Mean Girls, Phantom Of The Opera
Youtubers: MandJTV, PM7, Johnstone, BlueVacktor, cecilily, AbsolBlogsPokemon, jacksepticeye, Fir, Cjya, AstralSpiff, Jacob Alphard, SmallAnt, EazySpeezy, CharlieBarley, Poxial, Salamnce, emmalution, JackDuckGoose, Charrii5, ColeyDoesThings, dalt., Quin Caid Writes, Hank Green, D'Angelo, Drew Gooden, Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis Conner, The Click, OneTopic
And more I'm probably forgetting
Some of these fall into multiple categories, I just listened them under their original source or what I first saw them as. Assume I am familiar with all versions of each unless stated otherwise
You can shoot a fanfic or edit request for almost any of my fandoms and I'll probably do it to be honest lmao. If you have any questions about that don't be afraid to ask!
"I am way too sleep-deprived to deal with your negativity right now."
DNI: Eh if I don't like you I'll block you
Tagging: Tag me in literally anything. Games, chains, things you'd think I'd like, things you like and wanna share, whatever, I don't mind!
Asks: Ask away. Silly or serious, questions, pictures, requests, ding-dong-ditching, whatever you'd like as long as it isn't rude or something really NSFW. Anon is currently an option.
"Oh brother, don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?"
Tags:
#smoke tries to art
Any type of art Ive done
#me? over analyzing a improvised play?
Analysis of sfth plays/characters / honestly me just looking (maybe too) deeply at anything sfth related
#smoke shiny bingo 2026
Updated on my Pokemon Shiny Bingo Board for 2026
Masterlists:
SFTH Edits
SFTH Box of Ships 2026
Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo 2026
"Penpals" Chapter List
“I should have seen it coming, but in a way, this is the assassin's dream, to be taken out by someone even better.”
YouTube: Spectral_Sanctum
Twitch: Spectral_Sanctum
Discord: ghostcard
Ao3: ace_ghost
Kofi: Spectral
Other Blogs: @anxietyoffical , @jackfrost_offical , @bingofromthehip
Okay; so without revealing too much personal info, I'm suppose to graduate mid June. However, because of my health and poor time magment, I'm sort of at risk of failing. But, after probably too much time planning and calculating, I will be fine as long as I really lock in.
So to do that, I'm taking a break for social media. I spent far too much time online (mainly Tumblr and YouTube), and as much as absolutely love the communities I'm apart of here online, I need to accept that I need to focus on other things and come back after I've gotten through all this. When I have more time.
So I'll be off Tumblr for the next while, till about mid June most likely (give or take). All four of my blogs will be inactive with the exception of @bingofromthehip
I will still be making/providing bingo cards, for those who request for both the main event and the pride event (likely with a slightly longer wait time, focus on the pride event as it's a limited time thing) but I won't be rebloging any works until I return.
So uh starting in like 24 hours from now (I'll post something when I'm actually logging off), if you see me doing anything on here that isn't sending people bingo cards, this is blanket permission for anyone and everyone to yell at me!!!
People I interact with at least somewhat often just so y'all know I'm not ignoring you or something; @threepigeonsinasuitcase @jacksepticeye-simp @chaos-ducks @therainatdawn @applepixls @mrecury42 @attheendhello @rottenflesheatmelon @long-form-contentment @ivystarflower
There are definitely more people & moots I'm forgetting sorry you're all great my memory just sucks <\3
Ik most people probably don't care, but this is me trying to keep myself accountable
(I am working on another Min-Maxed fanfic and memes, I PROMISE! -It's just that the fic got away from me and is not 20,000 words. I don't feel comfortable sharing it before it's semi-done.)
I hope you enjoyed and yes, I am trying out some new stuff to give more context so people don't get confused/know what I'm referencing. I'm real excited for another awesome Min-Maxed episode coming this week. I hope this wasn't too bad. Keep up the great work Min-Maxed community.)
Notes: The last part of this chapter + the editing was done while I'm fighting a cold so apologizing in advance for any mistakes I failed to notice.
Percy and Butch had settled into what should have been a comfortable silence for over an hour now. Butch was scribbling out words on the paper, in hopes of coming up with something for Annabelle, while Percy had picked up one of the many books in his study to read.
Well, trying to read. Truth be told, he'd been staring blankly at the same page this whole time. He just couldn't keep his mind focused on the words in front of him, constantly circling back to those same emotions that had been bothering him since last night.
Guilt over… nothing really.
But knowing his feelings were unreasonable and childish didn't make them go away, unfortunately. Neither did any of the usual distractions. Reading, writing, conversation. His brain just wouldn't shut up.
You've made a fool of yourself again. And they hate you for it. They all hate you for it. Why do you ever open your mouth? All you ever do is make things worse for everyone. For the people you think you care about. Do you really even care about them? Not enough, clearly.
It wasn't true. Percy knew it wasn't true. He always seemed to jump to the worst conclusion. But it wasn't true. Franklin didn't hate him. Neither did Annabelle or Butch.
…Right?
He'd technically lied to Franklin this morning — only because he didn't want him to worry! It wasn't because he didn't trust Franklin, but he didn't feel the need to burden the other man with his minor problems.
And Annabelle, he'd lied to her too. Again, only because he didn't want to worry her. Maybe he should have agreed to go to town with them after all, Annabelle had come all this way to see him. From her perspective, it was like he'd pushed her and Franklin out of the house. As if he was looking to get rid of them. Both would have every right to be crossed with him.
As for Butch, he had pushed for her to try writing a poem rather firmly… was that too much? She seemed okay with it, hadn't said anything to show otherwise. She was still working on it too.
But she could just be doing it because he is the host, because she's worried he'll be annoyed or disappointed with her if she didn't? Maybe she'd just hoped they could have another conversation, like last night, and he'd shut that down by hiding behind a book he wasn't even reading.
"Percy?"
Butch's quiet voice pulled Percy back to the real world, she looked to him with a rather confused expression.
"Ah, yes?"
"Do you have another page I could use?"
"Yes, yes. Just in the top drawer of my desk."
Butch walked over to get another paper from his desk, Percy closed his book and let it sit on his leg. He needed a distraction, a proper distraction. Before his mind could spiral any further.
"How is your poem coming along?"
"Not very well," Butch admitted as she sat back down. "I just keep listing things I like about Annabelle. A nice gesture, I suppose, but not really poetry."
"It's a start," Percy remarked. "You just have to take some of those and tie them together."
"Okay… tie them together," Butch repeated. "Is there any sort of… recommended way to do that? How to order things I guess is what I'm askin'."
"The structure? Well it depends on what kind of poem you're writing."
"What kind would you suggest?"
Percy thought for a minute, several different types of poems running through his head. One stood out more so than any other.
"Limericks are quite fun, least in my opinion. They aren't particularly long, only five lines, and a simple rhyming structure. Typically a little less serious, as far as poetry goes as well."
"That sounds like a good idea," Butch agreed. "How does the rhyming work?"
"The first two lines rhyme with each other," Percy explained. "And the third and the fourth line rhyme. Then the final line rhymes with the first two again."
Butch nodded along as she began writing once more. Percy's slight improvement to his mood fell yet again as their conversation came to an end. With nothing else taking up his attention, his mind wandered back to the unwelcome guilt still haunting him.
He could have kept the conversation going, but Butch seemed so focused on her writing now, it would be unfair to disturb her just because he couldn't control his own thoughts. If she didn't already hate him, that would surely do the trick.
Your advice was unnecessary, and terrible. You're such a selfish person. You wish Franklin was back even though you sent him away. You should be grateful anyone even puts up with you, all you care about is yourself.
It just wouldn't stop. Percy hated thinking like this. How could he think people who'd done so much for him seriously hated him? That was just ridiculous, selfish even.
… He was being selfish. Wishing Franklin was with him instead of showing Annabelle around London, that was selfish.
They're having a great time. Because you aren't with them to ruin everything. They're glad you stayed behind. They hate you.
Breathe. He needed to breathe. It wasn't true.
Butch wishes you left, instead of forcing her into writing poetry. She doesn't care, she's just being nice. You can't even help her properly. Too busy thinking about yourself. You're disgusting.
It had to stop.
It's all true. You're lying to yourself. You don't want to admit it, but it's true. They hate you. They all hate you. And it's your fault, Percy. All your fault-
Percy stood up abruptly, almost dropping his book to the floor. He scrambled to catch it and set it back on the chair. Butch looked up from her paper.
"Percy-"
"I'll be back," he said vaguely, his voice only slightly louder than a whisper.
He swiftly left the study before she could get another word in, his body shook more so which each step down the hallway. He didn't know where he was going, or what he was doing. He needed…
He needed it to stop.
It just wouldn't stop.
Thankfully he didn't run into anyone in the halls, someone who would have seen him visibly shaking, and was able to duck out the back door. Now on the deck, he slumped against the wall of the house. Sliding down to the wooden boards as his legs failed to keep him standing.
His heart was pounding as if trying to break free from his chest, each breath felt more difficult that the last. He pulled at this collar, as if it were responsible for the limit in his air supply, while his other hand gripped his knee. Sinking his nails in till it hurt.
He might be crying now too. It was hard to tell, his vision was already so blurry and unfocused and he could hardly feel his own hand anymore. It was a miracle he'd made it all the way outside. A small, high ringing played in his ears now too, along with overlapping voices reminding him of how selfish he was.
His parents, his former teachers, members of his staff, Franklin, Annabelle and Butch, their voices all mixed together, playing in his head to berate him.
But the loudest voice was his own.
Now you're hiding? Avoiding your problems? The ones you caused? This is why they hate you. This selfish behavior. You're disgusting, pathetic, and selfish.
It was all too much, he couldn't focus on trying to fix one issue with everything pilling on top of him now. He felt like he could hardly breathe. Like he might faint from a lack of air in his lungs.
And it just wouldn't stop.
"Percy?"
Another voice. Muffled amongst everything playing in his head, but oddly distinct in a way.
They repeated his name. Something warm touched his hand and pulled it from his knee. Percy tried to actually focus his eyes, on what was there. Eventually, he was able to make out a person knelt down in front of him. Butch.
"Percy? Are you alright?"
Percy opened his mouth to answer, but struggled to get a coherent word out.
Great, now he was worrying her and he couldn't even explain it was all over nothing.
Butch squeeze his hand slightly, getting Percy to focus on her.
"Look at me, just breathe. I don't know what's wrong… but it'll be alright. Focus on breathing. You have to breathe."
Breathing. Just breathing.
Something about Butch's voice, though she was clearly scared and worried, that drowned out the voices in Percy's head. The ones that drove him to this point. Breathing seemed ever slightly easier, with her telling him to do so.
Butch shifted to sit beside Percy, letting him keep hold of her hand as he focused on his breathing. Slowly, it fell to a more normal pattern, his heart as well.
He became more aware of his own surroundings. The way his legs were still shaking, the tears most definitely in his eyes, and just how tightly he'd been holding onto Butch's hand.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he let go, seeing the marks his nails left in her skin.
"It's alright," Butch insisted quickly. She paused for a few seconds, before asking, "How are you feeling?"
"… Better," Percy said as he tried to wipe away his tears. "And, a little embarrassed. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize to me," Butch said with a small, kind smile.
The pair sat there for a moment, Percy tapped his fingers nervously against the side of his leg — that finally stopped shaking — while staring forward blankly.
Great work. Now you've worried her, all because you can't control your own thoughts. Do you realize how pathetic you are now?
That was true, he was pathetic. And he had worried Butch over nothing. Embarrassed didn't even begin to describe the shame Percy felt.
"… Do you want to talk about it?" Butch offered hesitantly. "I mean, I know I'm probably not your first choice for this… But if you did, I am here. Only if you want — of course."
Percy looked her way again, still avoiding her eyes as he mulled over his words.
"It's all rather stupid, I'm afraid. I got all worried and panicked over… well nothing really. Things I know just aren't true."
Percy paused, taking a deep breath. Butch sat quietly, waiting for him to continue.
"After yesterday, I somehow got it in my head that… well that everyone hated me. Yes — I'm aware how stupid it sounds — but even though I knew it was all nonsenses… for a moment there it felt very real. And maybe, even partly true."
Butch put a comforting hand on Percy's shoulder, pausing just long enough to confirm he was finished before speaking up.
"I know I don't hate you. And neither does Annabelle, or Franklin. I've seen it from them both just from yesterday and this morning, how much they care about you."
"Which is why I feel terrible for even thinking all of that," Percy mumbled. "A bit selfish of me, really."
"I don't think so," Butch quickly interjected. "I mean… it can be hard to control what you think. Sometimes you just can't. And, like you said, even if you know it's not true, sometimes you just sort of hold onto it."
Butch turned slightly, offering Percy her hand again as he started clenching his fist. He was only a little hesitant to take it.
"Kinda like… how horses can get scared of things that clearly won't hurt them."
Percy raised an eyebrow at her, a small, bewildered smile forming on his face.
"What?"
"Ehh — no no. Bad example," Butch backtracked quickly. "Not trying to compare you to a horse. That's — definitely not that. Sorry — just give me a second."
Percy couldn't help but laugh slightly at Butch's attempts to comfort him. Even if she wasn't sure what she was doing, it was kind gesture, really.
And most definitely helping, though maybe not in the exact way she intended.
"This isn't exactly the same, but back before Annabelle and I started dating, I was terrified of her dad finding out about it," Butch started over.
"I didn't think he'd approve, though when I looked back on what he use to say, he never did anything that would make someone think that. Actually… I think I remember him sayin' he was 'accepting of all life styles,' or somethin' like that. Anyways — It didn't really matter what he was or wasn't sayin', I had it in my head that he wasn't gonna like it, and it took a lot for me to let that go and realize it ain't true. Did that make any sense?"
"A bit, yes," Percy remarked. "Like you said, a little different, but I think I understand what you're implying."
"Good, good. Sorry, never been the best with words," she apologized.
She's lying to you, they all hate you. It's true and you know it-
"Can I ask you something Butch?"
"Yeah, 'course."
Percy hesitated again, wondering if his question was really worth asking.
"How did you come to realize Annabelle's father was going to be accepting?"
Butch laugh slightly as she seemed to recall the moment.
"Mr. Parker pretty much had to spell it out for me, being right there while Annabelle was tellin' me how she feels. I wanted to get away from him so I could tell her how I felt… wasn't tell after I realized he was the one encouraging her during all that."
Butch leaned back against the wall behind them, a smile across her face as she continued.
"I was still a bit scared even after, to be honest. Still felt the need to hide it from him, even with Annabelle reminding me I didn't have to. But Mr. Parker seemed to understand in a way. He didn't say nothin' about it exactly, but he'd always been real nice to me when I was 'round their farm. Just… patient me, 'suppose. That answer you question?"
"Yes, thank you," Percy confirmed. "I can definitely understand feeling the need to hide ones relationship."
Butch nodded, carefully bringing forward a question of her own.
"Do your parent's know? About you and Franklin?"
Percy quickly shook his head.
"Most certainty not. And I plan to keep it that way. We aren't particularly close anymore, regardless."
"I see…"
"And yours?"
"They weren't too pleased," Butch said with a forced laugh. "My mama kicked me outta the house when she and my daddy found out. Luckily, Mr. Parker was okay with me staying with them. Was some years ago now, haven't spoken to them since."
"How unfortunate," Percy said sympathetically.
Butch just shrugged, stretching her legs forward.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"… Yes, yes I think so," Percy said.
You shouldn't. You're-
"I think I just need a minute. Before going back inside."
"Of course, of course," Butch said as she stood up. "Uh — did you want me to go or…"
"If you don't mind staying," Percy interjected. "I'd appreciate the company."
Butch sat right back down with a smile.
"Don't mind at all."
Percy and Butch sat on the wooden boards that made up the deck, settling into a properly comfortable silence.
The voices — his voice — was still there. It always was. It probably always would be. But, for the first time all day, Percy found himself able to ignore the nonsensical words in his head. No more that a quiet buzz as he easily filled his lunges with the fresh afternoon air.
Extra Notes: Okay, good news bad news sort of thing, I've decided there's going to be more than six chapters, unlike my previous plans. But, it'll probably take a hot minute for the next chapter to come out. I know I've been averaging like one a month, but just because of how busy I'm gonna be for the next month or so, it'll probably be a little longer for the next one. Sorry y'all
I really love the Shoot From The Hip fandom because even long forms I watched once and was like "yea that was alright, fun watch but nothing really stuck with me" but then I see someone here who is like "I absolutely love that long form, it's my favourite thing ever" and they post constantly about it and it makes them happy. And I get to see that, and now I like that long form just a little more. It's like "hell yeah, I love how much you love this thing. Your joy is infectious."
i think it's really funny when i get the same post on my dash repeatedly but reblogged by a different moot each time, it feels like we're playing pass the parcel
Hello binary gendered tumblr user. Before you is a nonbinary character in a relationship. You have three hours to describe the relationship without calling it yaoi, yuri, or anything else that puts them in the binary. If you fail, the room fills with toxic gas.
Naturally, for a matter as serious as this, we have to do a little bit of research, right?
Lets go back to the terms yuri and yaoi. The origin for the term "yaoi" originated as an ironic "Yama nashi, Ochi nashi, Imi nashi" to mean "no climax, no point, no meaning" to show that those works focused on gay sex rather than any plot or character developement.
The origin for the term "yuri", however, is more complex and quite interesting. Gay men were called rose, (bara) in japanese, which was obviously meant to be derogartory, but Japan's first gay magazine, starting in 1971, was named Barazoku, meaning "Rose Tribe". Then, in 1976, the editor of the magazine, Ito Bungaku, used the term Yurizoku, meaning "Lily's Tribe", to refer the female readers of the magazine.
Lilies have been a symbol of feminity in Japanese literature since the Romantic Era. Slowly, in a way that is better explained here, the term "yuri" began to be associated with lesbian relationships.
So I thought, lets go with flowers yeah? Can't go wrong there.
What is the generaly accepted non binary flower? Turns out there are a couple options. From the wild pansy, to other perfect flowers, and some other less popular ones. The wild pansy is the flower with all the colours of the nonbinary flag, so one point for that.
But as a STEM student, what interested me more was the nonbinary symbolism of “perfect flowers”. In biology, bisexual flowers, aka perfect flowers, are those flowers that have both male and female parts on the same flower, making it difficult to classify them as male or female. So cool, that's nonbinary as hell.
Hey, it'd be funny if that nonbinary flag flower was a perfect flower too. Haha. Right?
Wrong. The Tricolour Viola, or the Wild Pansy, is a perfect flower. And it's is not funny. It is an AMAZING. IT IS AN EPIPHANY.
The term for it in japanese is Sanshiki-sumire, (三色菫 / さんしきすみれ), which in japanese literature symbolises modesty, humility, and quiet beauty. We can shorten this to Sumire.
There we have it. Yaoi, yuri, and sumire.
his is it. This is what i was alive for all these years. Im going to go scream in a pillow now. goodbye.
I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
scooby doo creators making velma no nonsense non believer everything science never watched the best velma episode from where are you—hassle in the castle. hassle in the castle has the best velma character ever because it's where she explains what fog is in science terms unprompted after fred said "man it sure is foggy" but also the episode where shaggy, terrified, goes "there must be a rational explanation for this" and she goes "there is" and he goes "what is it" and she deadpans "this place is haunted". not as a joke
fanart inspired by Sewer Water by @someacedude! this was my first time drawing using ms paint, and the layers were srsly a lifesaver!! anyway, i had a a blast drawing. i had a blast reading the fic too.
Archie's curse is that he can teleport via shadows BUT his shadow is sentient and needs convincing before he's allowed to dip out
Piers' curse let's him shapeshift into the person he's looking at (gradually though so it's not snap woah he's another person it takes about a minute or two for a full transformation) (shapeshifting may or may not come with the curses the person has)
