#:: Mun Drops ::

[tcfactory]

The Original Goods (New and Improved Edition) and Shen Qingqiu Lite

Inspired by @mysteryteacup's wonderful MoShang fic (go read it, you won't regret it) where they get Shen Jiu back as a MoShang kid by the end, memories included.

Sorry Cucumber bro, in a few more years everyone will know that you can't hold a candle to the OG, but they love you anyway.

[ask-vinsmoke-sanji]

Sanji,make a tier list with your siblings-favourite to least favourite

You want to know the rankings?! I'm number 1, in popularity! Now send me praise of how amazing I am!

[ghostieartblog]

[theweepingegg]

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!

[bad-sanses-smp]

[tmrwds]

Kuopio 7.10 💚

[ravarui]

// Someone please hold me. I watched the episode

My heart

[nugsters]

Getting back into Twisted Wonderland??? Crowley would be the WORST roommate ever. Like he wouldn't do shit around the place ever, but one day he'll randomly wash the dishes and go "I diD tHE DiSHeS! BeCAusE I'm SucH a NICe PeRsON~☆" while we're surrounded by cockroaches. Honestly, I'd probably deck him for that.

[soulstagger]

No mercy huh! My inbox, in ruins.

[rainbowofsinners]

Reference of what my Alastor (Aristile) looks like...!!!

[tabe4]

Ooc ask but I am very confused, four days ago you announced Gigi is dead, is that just an announcement to make sure we aren't jumpscared by death as you post the backlog of asks? Sorry if you've already answered this mod I'm new here

yeah it's ok! 03c

it's so people don't submit new asks/submissions without knowing they won't be able to be used. i wouldn't want people to submit things and get disappointed knowing later that it was never going to have a chance at being used for the current character, and with the unique flavour profiles + diets it'd prolly be a bit disappointing if it was diet breaking or disliked when the user never wanted it to be submitted to a new character instead~

i hope that makes sense! i don't mind jumpscaring everyone and i still tag posts with death in it anyways, but it's just for participating users' sakes~

[blackbirdffxiv]

The Dawntrail Stockpile grows... :>

[radicheart-a]

"Do you hate me?"

"I do."

[subjectivemortality]

Season's Greetings 💋🎁

[eldritchborn]

Starting fresh, so new starter call- specify muse or I'll pick as always.

[angie-long-legs]

I'm back.

Socrates (I think) believed that all knowledge was inherently a part of a scholar's/student's mind, and the role of a teacher/instructor was to ask/answer the correct questions that would encourage the scholar/student to reach The Truth, in order to understand those questions properly. In this essay I will-

Today, I will twitch Socrates' method a bit (or follow it to the exact, I'm not sure, because I'm not 100% sure what his exact method was) and ask you a couple of questions. Nothing big, nothing scary. No accusatory language or forceful confrontation, since you don't respond well to that, and I don't respond very well to you don't responding very well either. I promise I'll work on that. This might take longer than usual, but it's a healthier method.

But for now, allow me to ask a question. How would you define Valentino. Not necessarily his relationship with you or anyone, but if you were to speak about him as a personality, how would you go about that?

Angel was in the midst of drowning his sorrows when his most notorious nameless and faceless "friend" decided to make an appearance. Alcohol wasn't his usual pick of poison, but tonight, the empty lobby and free selection of booze had seemed as good a source of comfort as any. With a sigh, he kept his eyes on the bottle he was nursing, choosing not to grace the stranger with the vulnerability that eye contact would provide.

"Didn't know ya were a fuckin' Philosopher," Angel quipped, a slight slur degrading his usual quick wit. "But sure. Since there's no gettin' rid a' ya, I'll play yer goddamn game."

Pursing his lips, his fingers tightened around the bottle in his clutches. "Val is... charismatic," he started, soft and uncertain. "He's captivatin'. An' he knows it, goddammit, but it don't make it any less true. He's smart. Yeah, he's cruel, he's a fuckin' evil sonuvabitch when he wants ta be. But he's... sweet, when he wants ta be, too. Knows all the right things ta say. An' he's kinda goofy sometimes, when he thinks ya ain't payin' attention. He's dramatic an' he's funny... he makes ya feel special. And I know it's bullshit, but... he's good at it, ya know? That's gotta count fa somethin', right?"

By now, Angel's averted eyes were glazed with nostalgia, wistful and distant. "I dunno what ya want me ta say, doll, but that's the truth," he sighed. "He's powerful. Walks inta every room like he owns the damn place, an' half the time he does. He's... sexy. An' he gets me. He knows me, really knows me."

Pausing to take a lengthy swig from his bottle, Angel allowed the silence to stew and fester, before breaking it with words that were barely more than a whisper. "I miss when he wasn't so... I dunno, I just... I miss how things used ta be, sometimes. Wish I knew what the fuck I did ta make him switch up on me."

Finally, the spider swivelled on his bar stool to regard his company with a pointed glare. "So, tell me, Professa' Stranga': what does Socrates gotta say about that?"

@hazbinned