so this is just all the stuff i’ve been writing down on my phone about this au, if anyone wanted to read about any of the actual story? kinda??
not all the ideas are mine, i’ve been talking with a couple different people and they’ve all had really amazing ideas!! i just wanted to make that clear (like the au was my idea but my friends have helped make the story better lmao)
also!! i’m still working on things and this isn’t really finished but i felt like i had enough where people could come read everything and see what’s up
i’ll put everything under a cut just in case no one actually cares lmao
I feel like this is a well known headcanon but Caitlin Farmer is majoring in marine biology and is the coolest fucker anyone on SMH team has ever met. Also a bit of chowder because you know they’re soulmates.
She went on one of those sleepovers that aquariums do for little kids when she was like seven and fell in love with the ocean.
she put her sleeping bag under the shark tunnel and didn’t sleep all night because she just wanted to be friends with them whenver they swam past.
she’s been to an aquarium in every city she’s been to.
some people’s first port of call in new cities are nice restaurants or art galleries. cait’s are aquairums
she only goes to ones that respect their animals and care for them, with programs to rehabilitate sea animals and release them
(i got real excited so this got long the rest is under the cut!)
Your Elsewhere University post reminded
me of an actual incident I had at my university the other day. I had to walk
halfway across campus after dinner to the fine arts building to get some
assignments so I could finish them. My friend came with me and we were
exploring the building, which was mostly abandoned bc it was nighttime, and
looking at the art posted. Now this is a state school, but our art program is
pretty large and we have a really nice gallery where professional artists
As we went back down to the ground
floor we heard music, which definitely wasn’t playing before. We finish looking
at a group of drawings, and we went to check out the student gallery. It was
closed when we got there, but as we approached the music kept getting louder.
Across from the student gallery is a back door to the professional gallery, and
low and behold the door was propped open. We felt a strong desire to go in, but
our better judgment won out. Nothing good would have come of that (2)
There was no other
art for us to look at, so we decided to leave. But for whatever reason we left
by the entrance that goes by the professional gallery. That area is all windows
and clean looking, and the doors to the gallery are also glass. The lights were
all still on in the gallery, even though I’m sure it should have been closed,
and there was a group of people spaced between the pictures on the wall dancing
to the music. Sometimes they each moved freely, sometimes they were in sync.
The desk attendant
was still there. She was oblivious. At one point the girl dancing closest to us
moved in front of the door. She had to have seen us. We stood and watched for
the rest of the song, it went for a long time. I texted another friend about it
afterward an they said we were lucky the dancers didn’t invite us in. (4)
Who is Tommy Elliot? There are many ways to answer that, Doctor.
Tommy Elliot is a cipher. A ruined shell, a lost child, a distorted
shadow of another man… a whisper barely heard amid the shrieks and laughter echoing through the halls of Arkham. The House of Hush.
“In my dream, the world had suffered a terrible disaster. A black haze
shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams
of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed. A candle flickered
into life, symbol of hope for millions. A single tiny candle, shining in
the ugly dark. I laughed and blew it out.”