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[rakksune]

if this man doesn’t come home I will actually cry

[wahwahmoment]

good morning wyllstarion nation

[mha-atdr]

*throws my mha oc into this account for no reason*

anywayyy i'll probably start posting on this account again soon when i get the motivation (and asks) but yea ^^;

[lucabyte]

obligatory ramble about postcanon loop ask

also your art is amazing

Hiiiiiiiii :D thank you :)!!

and thank you for the excuse to post the. just absolute wall of text that i truncated down to form the tags of that post. (i did,,, hit the tag limit. i forgot tumblr had one of those...) so let me just paste that and tidy it up a bit...

I am putting this under a readmore because it's a bit long. but:

This is like. The General Context for all* of my postcanon doodles? (Except AUs obviously) Like this is the base idea I've been drawing them all in. So, feel free to backread with this in mind. I've basically had this 'postcanon' timeline set in my brain since finishing the game...

My general thoughts are that I like the idea of Loop (even if through dubiously ethical means) being able to slowly reintegrate with the party as a whole new person, because they are, in fact, their own person.

It's a muddle of thematic threads im pulling on and "wouldn't it be fucked up if", but. (at its core, it's powered by the fact that like, while narratively isat's theme of 'the only person who can truly take the first step to help you is yourself'. (wrt: loop helping the party help siffrin in act 5) which i LOVE AND IS GREAT NARRATIVELY…. would be super fucked up irl to learn that your friend 'learned as a lesson' while you stood by kinda uselessly. I know i'd be upset about it. but thats mostly background here. doesn't really come up. at least not until loop has to explain who they are and the party realises they had to fall back on literally themselves again for help, but i digress,)

The real core concept is: Occam's razor. It is like, inherently, a buckwild thing to accuse a person of being somehow a clone or copy of your friend. Even if they start vaguely alluding to a backstory it's far more likely they were some other person before all that. (I still think Odile has that theory in the back pocket but she's rational enough to know it's a really long shot without a solid explanation. and i think Loop deep down knows this, and would, if cornered into confessing, turn the situation around to go J'ACCUSE and make HER explain it instead. Ever longer dodging being direct with their emotions...)

And the party are nice! And if someone has changed and wants to keep stuff secret it's kind of not their business? (Though it's hard not to speculate… see: the main joke of the doodles) And they seem important to Siffrin so they just try to accept them abrasive quirks and all. And eventually the question of their prior identity just fades away since, well, they're Loop. Their friend Loop.

but yeah. personal headcanon is that a few months/weeks after picking up and getting aquainted with Nille** (since that was presumably the IMMEDIATE TASK postgame), Loop reappears (either after a literal period of nonexistance, or just spending a few months wandering the french countryside alone being attacked by wild dogs). Since Siffrin has had a while to be therapised by the party they're doing mostly okay, but Loop showing up and still being agitated/aggressive pulls them both into a bit of a backslide behaviourally and puts the party on the back foot again.

Hooowever, I do think that due to no longer being literally stewing in the worst pressure cooker of all time together, the two do mostly actually sort themselves out with productive conversation. (Via a cycle of: genuinely distressing argument -> weeeird lovebombing -> ok we're good -> repeat, that gets less intense over time)

Thus, allowing the party to just. Integrate loop as a new person. They and Siffrin shuffle into different ecological niches (Loop taking over stuff Siffrin is now too squeamish for, etc (see: hunting, mostly)), and while it's not exactly what Loop wanted they generally get that beggars can't be choosers and it's a pretty good deal. And the rest of the party does straight up just like them as a friend, especially when Loop quits trying to actively antagonise them after a few weeks of being around them, since they just can't keep up being mean to people they like forever.

As for how I think the truth eventually drags itself out. This is where I invoke The Isabeau Torment Nexus™. So its gonna get shippy here for a bit hold on.

Which is, I think giving them time before Loop reappears long enough that Siffrin and Iseabeau actually manage to become established, Isabeau has to be the one to nudge the pair of them and go. "Hey. You know we're in Vaugarde right. I'm okay with polyamory if we all communicate." Before Loop and Siffrin actually even acknowledge that whatever the fuck they have going on kinda looks a lot like a relationship of some kind. (or have already been agonising about that via fighting and arguing, depending) (Obviously this comes after Isa "Emotionally intelligent enough to keep a lid on the jealousy" Beau has managed to use that big brain of his to Not just go Scream somewhere on the daily because oh godddd they keep talking like theyre suicide-baiting each other jesus chriiist. is it overstepping his boundaries to bring that up?? god)

This, taking a bunch of the tension out of Loop and Isabeau's relationship (Since I imagine Loop is a. being weird for the obvious reasons and b. feeling kinda guilty about 'getting in the way of' Siffrin and Iseabeau), allows them to actually get close in a normal friend way. (I think an interesting turning point could be Isabeau actually taking Loop's side in an argument vs Siffrin, which would absolutely break Loop's brain. Especially if it's an argument that matters. Like what do you mean he isn't just going to play favourites. What?)

Then Isabeau, just actually open minded and charmed by Loop (and maybe even somewhat at Siffrin's suggestion?) tries to close the final open side on the polyamory triangle here and that's the final straw for Loop on "This lie by omission is too unethical to keep up, this is just actually sick and wrong. I can't do this while he doesn't know who I am." Though. Obviously it probably goes. Very poorly with emotions high like that. And the added element of several months of deceit. Getting dark here for a second but that dagger is going MISSING and so are THEY for a hot minute.

Then yaaay everything works out in the end 👍 yippieee!! all it took was maybe a lot of harrowed recontextualisation of all the weird shit your new friend said and did when it turns out they're your old friend. It's fine.

But yeah. this is basically the context all of my postcanon doodles have existed within? And those exist to give other people something to chew on. So this does too.

I suppose TL;DR: Imagine if sloopis almost fucking happens before isabeau knows who loop is. can you fucking imagine. can you imagine having to navigate that. nightmare.

*Yes this includes the implied cannibalism comic. Uhh. Comes part and parcel with headcanoning that Loop went way off the deep end similar to A5 Sif But Maybe Worse before giving in. Add weepy half-asleep confessions to murder wherever you see fit in your mind palace. 👍👍👍

**Re: Nille footnote. I don't have anywhere to put this besides here! I have some thoughts on Loop and Nille having an odd dynamic. I don't imagine Nille to be super gung-ho on trusting a bunch of adults (even if they are majority around her age) given their implied backstory. It's probably a big shock to the system, especially since Bambouche is a good couple hundred Kilometers up north from Dormont and these guys don't seem to have trains. She would've been unfrozen and without Bonnie for some time....

Which is to say: I think she's suspicious of them. I think she may be looking for excuses to distance herself, keep Bonnie safe. SO.... A new guy showing up? And antagonising the party? What do they know that I don't...? I should find out.

And since... Loop didn't ever know Nille, they have no ammunition or real reason to be cruel. Plus, if they're trying to stay on Bonnie's good side (SINCE... if Bonnie thought Loop was cringe they may as well kill themselves. In their mind.) they SUPER have no reason to antagonise Nille.

Mostly, they might be able to open up to each other easier than they can the rest of the party?

I feel like this resolves with Loop feeling compelled to apologise for what they and Siffrin let happen to Bonnie, though... Hmm... Depends on how you interpret Nille that they'd be glad nobody else had been told about that yet, or furious it had been secret this long. I lean toward the former.

[practically-an-x-man]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers 💗 (No pressure, only if you want to.)

Thanks!

I got a new fic chapter posted today, and I've been in a writer's block so I'm extra happy with that :D Writing absolutely makes me happy and helps me process my feelings

My pets <3

My job! It's definitely tiring and more than a little chaotic, but most of the dogs are total sweethearts and I'd rather work with dogs than with humans lmao

Creating art! Even just sculpting for a little while or doing a couple of quick sketches is enough to calm my mind after a tough day

Video games! Recently I've been getting back into them, and I almost forgot how much I enjoyed playing them

Don't have the spoons to send these out as separate asks right now, but I'll tag a couple friends: @can-of-pringles @vexic929 @negative-speedforce @shrinkthisviolet @sashathedoge

@thegentlemanstar @harley-quinns-girlfriend @witchy-self-shipper @shortnsweetgf @warcats-cat

[imliterallyjustablackgirl]

"About the Blogger" meme

Thank u sm for tag @happylikeasadsong

Star Sign(s): Virgo sun, Cancer rising and Aries Moon - * ratata, in the ghettooo*

Favorite Holidays: Christmas and New Years, I just love little lights and the snow in the trees and to be reminded that makeup is just make up by the Canadian wind, while I get bitch slapped like I owes it money, ahhh, canadian's winter. I loveeee Christmas songs, I get so excited when it'ssss timmmee ( Mariah is it you). I dream for the day were I get to put lil socks like in movies with name and everything. Might even stitch them myself uwu. We don't do it, but maybe one day, family on my own.

Last Meal: As like my last meal if I d i e or - I ate a burned sandwich, I did it to myself. Me and myself are not talking right now, the sandwich was the last straw for today. It had two large meatballs in a subway wanna be bread - could have been great- I'm getting emotional all over again.

Current Favorite Musician: Brown noise 10 hrs- no wait - Rap orchestra - that's like the current thing I'm listening to right now. Mostly Metro's concert rap Orchestra. But Tanarelle, forever my love. Sade, for sure.

Last Music Listened To: * sigh - go look at the last edit I watched** 1975- about you, the snippet of Holt singing. Last Movie Watched: Bottoms - Lmao- THEEE GAYYYZZZ

Last TV Show Watched: Craig of the Creek - Rick and Morty, Bob's burgers, I watch Bob's burgers alot.

Last Book/Fic Finished: Now why did you have to do me like dat.

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: W A W Abandoned? I Do Not Abandoned My Kids. They just live inside my head until one day a smell, a sound,or an idea reminds me that they exist, or I write them on a piece of paper and forget about it OR they live inside my notes pads. Let's not speak about myout-of-wedlockk Skyrock- Wattpat and Fanfiction.net, children, they are not mine, you cannot prove it. Where is the paternity test?

Currently Reading: Y'all posts, like it's bedtime stories. Curry's fanfictions - honestly I read most of y'all updated or not fanfiction, I was on A3O Sydcarmy tags when there was barely two pages, so ouf - thank you to y'all my loves :* truly. I would lie if I said now I have too much windows open I'm confusing the timelines and fanfic. - Seasons of Sydney by shewalksoverme I am waiting for them to update. I am not handling it well, sadly *sighs*

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: Canada's woods, slightly make me sounds like a serial killer but HOW would you write a werewolf Carmy,huh!? I lived there most of my life, thought it would help me get a better writing experience, yet I've been too busy to continue and now I'm alarmeling aware that we have coyotes. Great ;-;

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: I have alot but I watched the last episode of Stranger Things with my friends last year. S8 of TVD, feeling like a last survivor of some sort, trauma lol - The Howl House - the finality, it healed my inner child to see a queer neurodivergent kid being understood by her mom, kick ass and be happy lol.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: Amphibia- it's such a cute and layered cartoon. OMG - I ALMOST FORGOT - CENTAURWORLD. It deserves the praise. It deserves to be acknowledged, the bad guy changed my perception of so many things.

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: I wish (His Dark Materials: The Golden Compass) when I tell you, that this fantasy world has haunted me, because of how good it was for little girl me, argh! I would watch it all over again, I wish it had a bigger fanbase - if you love Christmas-

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For:

Listen - Projects are not the issue, it's the follow-through, I'm gonna try writing mini-stories to keep my mind engaged. I'll manipulate myself into work - Also I keep losing password to things so, yeah- My fic started: Under the moon- I will this week updated it- I want to write more one-shots, more smut for sure- I am interested in exploring differents fronts of any characters. Shit, I might even a Bob's Burgers fanfic. You can't stop me, you're not my mom- that I know of :O I would like @currymanganese to do it @angelica4equity You don't have to, but like... an ant somewhere might die cauz of it so, idk- do u wanna be an ant murdereww? Yeah, that's what i thought

[callunavulgari]

Scrapbook 2024 | April + May

I effed up guys. I didn't track shit for two months because I had a bad case of the sads, so I am half assing it if only because I'm going to feel wrong if I skip straight to June.

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

For those who are only here for the recs - they're at the bottom! ;)

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 70 books and write at least 50k of original content.

Past Years

MOVIES

April

(The Hunger Games)

(The Hunger Games: Catching Fire)

(The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Pts 1-2)

(Suzume)

May

?

TV SHOWS

April

(The X-Files - s1, s2)

Shogun, s1

May

Dead Boy Detectives

Bridgerton, s3 - part 1

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

April + May

Beryl & Imamu

BOOKS

April

The Woods All Black by Lee Mandelo [Fin]

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron [Fin]

The Narrow Road Between Desires by Patrick Rothfuss [Fin]

The Puzzle Box by Danielle Trussoni [Fin]

Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings [Fin]

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas [Fin]

What Feasts at Night by T.Kingfisher [Fin]

Silence for the Dead by Simone St James [Fin]

May

The Prisoner's Throne by Holly Black [Fin]

The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

Gwen & Art Are Not In Love by Lex Croucher [Fin]

PODCASTS

April & May

The Magnus Protocol* (!!!!!!!!!)

(The Magnus Archives)

VIDEO GAMES

April & May

Stardew Valley - all the hours

POSTED FIC

April

N/A

May

we'll meet again (don't know where, don't know when) | Stranger Things | Steddie | 1882 words | WIP | “He’s screaming, you know,” the monster wearing Eddie's face tells Steve, almost conversationally, leaning in low, close enough that Eddie can smell the iron of Steve’s blood.

out of an orange colored sky | Fallout TV | Cooper/Lucy | 3,112 words | “Sweetheart,” he tells her, voice as smarmy and smug as he can make it. “You really think that a man could make it to my age without the use of his cock?”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

April & May

STUFF

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

April & May

Probably stuff?

FIC RECS

April

Last Man Standing by GriefAbyss | Stranger Things | Steddie | 15k | Steve asks Eddie to teach him how to play D&D.

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting by badpancake | ST | Steddie | 41k | “Steve, how many loops have you been through?”

Scared Stiff by blipblot | ST | Steddie | 6k | “Green, sir,” Steve slurs out breathlessly before everything comes to a screeching halt.

honeymoon phase by Ayes, coincidental, itskleo | ST | Steddie | 36k | Eddie is all set to be Steve’s best man— until his wedding is called off. Determined not to waste his honeymoon, Steve convinces Eddie to tag along.

Behind Your Teeth by entanglednow | ST | Steddie | 4k | Eddie heads back into school to pick up something he forgot, and his day pretty much goes off the rails after that, but he does find out what it feels like to be pinned to a wall by Steve Harrington.

Pet The Dragon by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | 5k | And just like that, Eddie pulls his boxers down just a smidge too low.

heaven cannot wait forever by Anonymous | ST | Steddie | WIP | 16k | Steve is a spoiled socialite brat who buys his way into college, and Eddie is the edgy arts professor who makes him work for it.

🪑 by teddywesworl | ST | Steddie | 30k | It’s incredibly normal. It doesn’t feel like Steve just asked Eddie for the weirdest favor of his life. That’s how he knows he asked the right guy, probably.

He Knows Only Two Stories by teddywesworl | ST | Steddie | 19k | “How do you spell comfrey?” he says.

Insta-heart by slipgoingunder | Star Wars | Shh it's the bad ship | 17k | Ben Solo is an Instacart shopper's worst nightmare: rude, demanding, and extremely particular about his produce.

save a horse (ride a cowboy) by Della19 | Fallout | Ghoulcy | 1k | On the road to New Vegas, they make good use of the RadAway.

May

You know what to do, when it gets hold of you. by lady_lostmind | ST | Steddie | 17k | Steve Harrington is acting weird and Eddie Munson notices.

Hades' Dogs by teddywesworl ****** | ST | Steddie | 16k | “Sweetheart, I am a cybernetically enhanced supervillain in a one-window cell in outer space,” he says. “I’m not exactly out here thinking about whether it’s socially acceptable to ask my hot guard about his mysterious backstory.”

Sleight of Hand by smithereen | ST | Steddie | 143k | Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that.

when everyone is in, are you in? by 02tilt | ST | Steddie | 19k | “Hey, don’t be sorry for me,” Eddie shrugs, a shit-eating grin obvious in his voice, “I’m just surprised you didn’t whack that thing on the doorframe on your way in.”

don't you hear me howling, babe? by occasional_loverboy | ST | Steddie | 50k | In the fall of '91 Steve comes home - and the past finally catches up to him.

Did You Say You'd Been Here Before by HawkinsLocal | ST | Steddie | 43k | He knows what happens if he stays: they finish the set, he passes out at the bar or in the road or in a shitty motel room, wakes up in the alley and starts the whole thing over again.

land among the stars by theamazingbard | ST | Steddie | 38k | Natural Compatibility is the rare but organic phenomenon that ties two people together emotionally and physically.

keep you like an oath by griesly | ST | Steddie | 31k | Guitar god Eddie Munson, member of the world famous metal band Hellfire, needs help getting through a heat and keeping it secret.

Softness, Steve Harrington, and Other Unattainable Things by fayfayfay | ST | Steddie | When Steve Harrington takes a few days off and emerges as a fully fledged male omega, students and teachers alike are surprised he hasn’t been secreted away to a convent or boarding school specifically for his kind. No one knows what to think of him… except for Eddie Munson.

you're a cowboy like me. by papernautilus | Fallout | Ghoulcy | 14k | “Of course they’re creeps,” Cooper says, “they eat people.”

Somewhere it Hides a Well by teddywesworl | ST | Steddie | 7k | Eddie ducks his head briefly, a gesture that doesn’t quite fit with the guy’s overall image: buzz cut, obvious ink, scars on his jaw.

Who Shall Sing Me Into Deathsleep by teddywesworl | ST | Steddie | 38k | Eddie snarled, and the depth of the sound sent a shock through Steve, and his surprise was such that he stopped fighting altogether and really looked at his attacker for the first time: of a height with him, though leaner. Stubble on the strong chin. A dusting of black hair on the back of the hand that held the knife that was suddenly pressed against his throat. Wild, dark eyes, gleaming with death.

FANVID RECS

April & May

N/A

MUSIC RECS

April & May

Probably stuff?

[rando-draws]

HIIII I’M RANDO AND ALTHOUGH I HAVE HAD THIS ACCOUNT FOR A WHILE (LIKE 2 YEARS ALMOST) I’M A NEW ARTIST HERE!

Here’s some stuff about me and my boundaries :D

My pronouns are He/they and I identify as gay and ace :)

I’m a minor too so first rule of thumb, no NSFW will be posted here, and I’d also prefer if Primarily NSFW accounts didn’t interact with my page or me. Sfw/primarily sfw peeps and accounts are more than welcome to interact with or message me, and so can adults, but regardless of age, please don’t send me any nsfw or gross asks or messages.

I also do not tolerate any genuine hate speech here, so if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

I’ll post lots of art ranging from angst, memes and fluff ect, but also tickle art here too, so if you don’t wanna see that, block the “tickly stuff” tag!

ALSO I TALK A LOT IN CAPS SO JUST BE PREPARED FOR THAT IF YOU TALK TO ME!! >:D

Moving into the things I enjoy, I like anime, manga, video games and such. I also cosplay and write music too! My favourite animals are sharks, they’re so cool!! Also, I’ll list my fandoms down below:

(Green: Am in, but wont draw for, Orange: Am in and will draw for if asked :D, Red: YESYES SUPER INTO and will always draw for, asked or on my own accord!!)

ATLA

TLOK

Danganronpa

Sonic

Genshin Impact

Wakfu

Vocaloid

Project Sekai

Cookie Run

Marvel

DC

BSD

JJBA

FNAF

MLP

Obey Me

Persona 5

Gravity falls

Nanbaka

ONE PIECE

AND THERES PROBABLY TONS MORE I FORGOT TO MENTION SO IF YOU EVER WANNA KNOW, OR JUST WANNA RECOMMEND SOMETHING NEW, DON’T BE AFRAID TO POP IT IN THE ASK BOX :D

IF YOU EVER WANNA CHAT TO ME, FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A DM OR EVEN JUST POP SOMETHING IN ASKS, ALSO IF YOU WOULD RATHER BE ON ANON THATS OKAY TOO, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANONS ARE OFF!!

ANYWAYS THATS ABOUT IT, IF I MISSED ANYTHING, I’LL UPDATE THIS POST :D

[alleiradayne]

In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post

An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.

On a quiet afternoon a week shy of Christmas, Dean is interrupted while poking through the news for a case. Someone is pounding on the Bunker door. After a brief huddle with Sam and Castiel, they investigate to find Charlie on the other side, a box of books at her feet. She needs to use their archive for research and a place to stay while she does it. Of course, she's always welcome at the Bunker. And when Dean discovers her trove of Dungeons & Dragons books, she offers to run a quick campaign.

But the mysteries aren’t just in Candleekeep. Charlie seems to have one of her own. Except no one can put their finger on it. The campaign unravels--along with Charlie’s secrets--as she tells the story of The Scrivener’s Tale.

Chapter 3 - Video Killed the Radio Star

Summary: The campaign begins... Warnings/Tags: Intrigue, D&D stuff, roleplaying, cursing, consumption of alcohol Characters/Pairings: Castiel playing Castiel, Dean Winchester playing Rawridan, Sam Winchester playing Mephisto, Eileen Leahy playing Fechin, Jack Kline playing Comet Shadowpool, Charlie Bradbury Pop Culture Reference Count: 10 Word Count: 3818 Song: Video Killed the Radio Star - The Buggles

For what felt like the first time in ages, Sam held in his hand something he had actually created. Filling out a character sheet, he'd discovered, had tapped into a neglected craft, a forgotten artistry. Not that he lacked inspiration. Between time with Eileen and studying Rowena’s library, months had slipped through his fingers like water. And there had been no shortage of jobs, although they all had been much more particular about which cases they took and how often. With more and more hunters joining the ranks, Sam had leaped at the chance to take a break, if not for himself, but for his family. Years ago, he might not have seized such an opportunity. Everything had changed, and for the better, since undoing Chuck's finale chapter. The thought crooked his lips into a small smile as he scanned his character sheet again, then set it on the table, satisfied.

Across the table, Dean and Castiel babbled like caffeinated children as they gestured to their own character sheets. And beside Castiel, Jack signed to Eileen across the table so quickly Sam struggled to keep up. Something about music—no, a song…

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Charlie handed Eileen’s character sheet to Sam. “Do we need anything else?” he asked as he passed her character along.

For a beat, Charlie appeared confused, as though Sam had sprouted a second head. Her eyes slid to the table where she stared that long, far-off look, blinked, then shook her head. “Jeez, I almost forgot the map and the figs.”

“Figs?”

Charlie hefted a small plastic set of drawers from the floor and set it on the table. “Figurines,” she stated, tapping the top. “Pick out a fig to represent your character on the battlefield.”

Dean glanced at the table, then turned back to her. “What battlefield?”

Again, Charlie retrieved yet another item from beneath the table. With a flick of her wrists, a three-foot long vinyl sheet rolled out and revealed a grid of one-inch squares. Then she tossed a set of wet-erase pens at the edge, along with a marker-stained rag and a spray bottle.

“Battlefield,” she stated as she picked up a marker and began to draw. “Pick out your figs and…” When she finished her structure, she replaced the pen cap and set it aside. “You’ll place them inside as you’re introduced.”

Sam pulled the figurine drawers towards him and opened the top drawer. Neat rows of highly detailed pewter figures sat nestled in dense foam. “Did you paint these?” he asked as he hefted a tall, mulberry-skinned tiefling in dark purple robes and black leather.

“I did, but it was a short-lived hobby,” she said as she motioned to Eileen, and Sam slid the drawers to her.

After the figures completed a trip around the table, everyone had selected their miniature representative—Jack’s tiny fairy complete with lute and sword, Eileen’s many-bladed half-elf, Castiel’s plated-covered human bearing a pike and shield, and Dean’s minotaur hefting a massive sword in both hand. When Dean handed the drawers back to her, Charlie retrieved a figure out of the bottom drawer as well.

“Who is that?” Dean asked.

“Mind your own business,” Charlie chimed with a coy smirk as she handed Jack’s character sheet to Dean who passed it to Castiel. “Listen, just kick back and relax while I get the story started. Y’all ready?”

Ever prepared, Sam intended on doing much the opposite of relaxing, pencil poised over a blank notebook.

“The Restricted Section Tavern teams with life, bursting at the seams with the sound of merriment and commerce. Sam, your character is seated at a table and about to receive dinner…”

A heavy mug thumped on the table before him, dragging Mephisto up from the depths of his surging thoughts. He smiled at the barmaid, a young human no more than twenty and five. He placed a stack of coins on her tray as she set a heaping bowl of hearty stew before him, then thanked her too late. She had whirled away to the next table, and it wasn’t as if she could hear him anyway. Only a few chairs remained empty in The Restricted Section, and within minutes, he knew they would fill. Best tavern in all of Candlekeep, as far as he was concerned. Brightly lit, a massive iron chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, bathing everyone and everything in a golden glow. Sturdy oak beams crisscrossed the tall roof, and in the furthest corner of the dining room, a roaring fire warmed weary traveler and aged scholar alike. Ale, mead, and wine filled his nose, mingling with the scent of savory meat, carrots, and potatoes.

A second steaming bowl of the very same stew he ate appeared on the table before him, snatching his attention once more. “We’re short on space, sweetheart.” The barmaid had returned again, her tray laden with bowls and mugs. “Do you mind?”

She side-stepped to reveal a tall half-elf, her leathers and linens bedecked by all manner of daggers strapped across her person. The deep green hide and clean, ivory linen clued Mephisto in on everything he needed to know. He stood and inclined his head. “I would be honored.”

The woman bowed in kind, a small smile crooking her lips, then seated herself. Though she seemed comfortable—it wasn’t every day that one was required to keep company with a Tiefling—Mephisto left well enough alone.

“Wait a minute, are you serious? You named your character Mephisto?”

Sam twisted to look at Dean and found a disgruntled glower.  He shifted in his seat, then said, “Yeah, so?”

“A demon-thing. With horns and hooves. Named Mephisto?” Dean repeated. “Don’t you think that hits a little too close to home?”

“Would you rather see me go dark-side in real life or live vicariously through a D&D character?”

Dean opened his mouth to retort, then snapped it shut. After a surly moment of teeth grinding and side-eyeing, he said, “Stick to the tabletop games.”

Sure. He wanted to poke the bear. Just once. But he decided against it. He turned to Charlie with an eye roll and asked, “An elf just appeared in front of me?”

He found her staring at an indistinguishable spot three feet in front of her, eyes wide and glassy. Unseeing. He knew that long, far-off look. And that settled it for him. Something was up. But what, Sam could only imagine. It was hardly the right time or place to ask. Prying was out of the question. So instead, he nudged Dean, then gestured to her with a bob of his chin.

Dean reached out for Charlie’s hand, but the moment he connected, she startled back and snatched her cuff. Then she shoved both hands in her lap beneath the table and continued the story. “Sorry. A half-elf. Not an elf. She appears to be in good spirits, but reserved.”

Not one to intrude, Mephisto focused on his dinner, but kept a discreet watch. Motion near the hearth, caught just out of the corner of his eye, snagged his attention and he craned his neck to get a better look. There, he watched a child—no, a fey—step up onto the shallow stage on the far wall. In one hand he carried a lute by the neck, a harp in the other, and a drum tucked under one arm. With all the grace of a dancer, he set the drum in front of a short stool as he straddled the seat, then placed his lute in a stand. Practiced fingers plucked at the harp strings as he held his ear close, adjusting where needed with delicate turns. Then the fey straightened and looked across the room, a satisfied smile on his face.

The dull roar of the dining hall stilled so sharply, Mephisto thought he had missed something. But then the fey on the dais rose to his feet and spoke.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope I find you all well, and by the night’s end, even better.”

A pindrop would have sounded loud as a blacksmith’s hammer ringing on the anvil. As the fey returned to his seat, Mephisto found himself on the edge of his. There was something familiar about the bard that required no introduction. Who was the storyteller that appeared too young for his pipes, but sounded wise as an aged wizard? He had little time to ponder such questions, for the fey raised his long, nimble fingers to the strings and began.

“I have a song!” Jack chimed.

Charlie shook her head as though to hear him better. “Uh… sure. Go for it.”

“It’s more of a story, but I think I can put a song to it,” Jack said. “Only if… you’re okay with that.”

If Sam had not seen the look she gave him, Jack’s trepidation might have confused him. Charlie stared at him, the faintest hint of fear escaping her tightly contained demeanor. But then she said, “Alright, give me a performance roll.”

Jack plucked his largest die, a D20, from his tiny pile and gave it a roll. After a check of his character sheet, he said, “Twenty-two.”

“Have at it, Van Halen.”

The fey established an impressive theme, intense and foreboding despite the harp’s dulcet tones. Several measures passed, then the accompaniment softened to a whisper, and he sang.

Lords of lore, I implore Gather ‘round for a story One long lost to time’s cruel march And the scribe’s unforgiving quill

He sang a robust tenor, and his fingers flourished a swirling melody on his harp’s strings. Each verse spun a web, a tapestry of a tale long since forgotten. Enamored, Mephisto had hardly moved an inch. The fey’s song and story painted such a vibrant picture, he had only but to close his eyes.

I knew the heart of the tarnished exile Spurned by her kin, her queen For fire and treason and plot But I knew her, the onyx sovereign Before the Night of Obsidian Knives I had always known her heart 

Three lies for three crowns One black, one silver, one gold Thrice they trusted And thrice she betrayed I had once known her heart

The midnight towers fell first Toppled by her war Next the silver spires Corrupted by her greed Last the golden peaks Murdered by her delusions And I wished I had known her heart

For she had wrought ruin upon The ancient realm of those three crowns On that Night of Obsidian Knives The rivers ran with black, silver, and gold Black and silver and gold Black and silver and gold Black and silver and gold

What a memory, Mephisto awed. With every verse, the story twisted in a new direction, guided by spine-tingling chords and soaring refrains. Nearing the end, a crescendo vaulted, measure after measure, into a wild clashing dissonance as the fey lamented the legend lost to time.

I thought I had known her heart But I had only feared my own For there the truth had always hid And had I but looked I would not be here today Transcribing my final intention Burn Witch Burn

I should have known my heart

His final words quieted, sang so reverently, and not a dry eye remained in the entire tavern. With a rolling final chord so forlorn, the fey lowered his head in benediction. Then the chord faded, and the song ended. A sorrowful quiet filled the tavern, interrupted only by sniffling noses and clearing throats. The fey raised his head, a brilliant smile on his youthful face, and the tavern erupted. Cries demanded more, and coin funneled hand over fist into an ornately carved box at the edge of the dais. He thanked each of his patrons individually, shook their hands, welcomed their embraces and tears, basked in their praise. But why? Yes, the bard had performed the ballad quite marvelously. Even Mephisto had welled up a bit. But something else had resonated with Candlekeep's residents, a deeper meaning unbeknownst to him.

"Roll a history check for me, Sam."

Sam shot a sidelong look at Charlie, hidden behind her Dungeon Master's screen. He could only make out the knot between her brow, her stare focused on her book. She said nothing else, remaining motionless. So he picked up and tossed his D20 along his character sheet. "Oof." He considered his sheet. "An eight."

Was that relief he heard in her sigh? "You don't know the ballad's story or origin." Her glare rose just above the screen to peer at Jack.

Sam followed it only to find Jack's easy smile and bright eyes. He considered them both for a beat. "What?"

Resin clattered on the wood behind Charlie's screen and she laughed—or scoffed, the screen muting her as well—and then she rose above the board, smiling. "Nothing. Would you like to play another song?"

"Sure," Jack chimed.

The fay set his harp aside and hefted his drum. “How about a dance?”

Travelers and locals alike cleared out a space in a minute, their movement rote. Though he had spent two nights prior at The Restricted Section tavern, he had yet to see their ritual. No wonder the bard had not introduced himself. It was then that Mephisto spotted a shiny gold pin in the shape of a lute, scroll, and quill on his lapel. College of Lore, then. Not just an entertainer. A certified storyteller, historian, and artist.

 In the midst of the commotion—and Mephisto’s distraction—the tavern doors opened wide, unnoticed at first.

“I enter with Dean.”

“Cas, I’m not ready for either of you yet,” Charlie began, but then she spotted the crestfallen look on his face. She glanced at her book behind her screen, then looked back up to him. “Alright, I’ll make it work.”

“I go in first,” Dean said.

“I do not believe that is a good idea, Dean. You’re playing Minos’ beast.”

Dean grimaced, but then rolled his eyes and agreed. “Alright, fine. But I’m right behind you.”

Castiel nodded, and Charlie continued. “Castiel, you enter the tavern…”

A dark haired, blue-eyed human in shining mithral plate crossed the threshold, drawing several looks. What followed, Mephisto imagined no bard could have anticipated.

Stranger than fiction, indeed.

A minotaur ducked under the frame to enter on the heels of the human, then rose to his full seven feet. Clad in similar plate, he cut a terrifying figure, and every single soul in the tavern froze. When had they last seen, if ever, a minotaur in Candlekeep? Or anywhere for that matter?

As the odd pair scanned the tavern, the minotaur’s golden glare stopped at the fey on the dais, then snapped to the patrons holding tables and chairs. He grinned. If a minotaur could grin. 

“Good man, allow me.”

He shuffled between the throng, then plucked the rather large table from the struggling man’s hands as though it were a feather, and gently set it aside. He turned back to the fey and asked, “A dance, Master Bard?”

“If you would have it, yes,” the bard said with a nod, nonplussed.

“Then I’ll make way,” the minotaur replied as he gingerly navigated the crowded tables. “Hooves make poor dancing partners. But I do enjoy watching a lively jig.”

Mephisto released his spear to cover his mouth in hopes to hide his laughter. Across the table, the half-elf had dropped her chin to obscure her own grin. Between them, they were the only patrons that had seemed to hear him. Still petrified, the rest of the tavern appeared to have missed the minotaur’s humor. He had taken up an empty space in a nearby corner and seated himself on the floor. When he looked up, he saw everyone staring back at him. Then he tossed a heavy bag of coins on a nearby table and said, “A round for the tavern on me! Have a drink and a dance!”

An uneasy cheer—but a cheer nonetheless—from the patrons broke the tension. They took to the cleared space as the bard began a jaunty beat on his drum, and dancers danced in trading pairs.  Servers weaved through the tavern in a wild rushing step of their own, and the fey sang a fascinating tune about a lycan and his human wife.

“Rawridan!”

Mephisto diverted his attention to the nearby corner where the unlikely couple had taken up a position. The human hardly had to lean over to speak to the minotaur—Rawridan—chastising him for what appeared to be careless spending.

“That was supposed to last the rest of the week.”

Rawridan shrugged. “I’ll win it back. Or the archivist will finally pay us.” He paused then and looked the other regal warrior in the eye. “Both. Probably both.”

When the blue-eyed paragon glanced in his direction, Mephisto suddenly found the bottom of his mug more interesting. A server refreshed his drink with great haste, and he used the distraction to continue eavesdropping, but the conversation never resumed. Rawridan had grown preoccupied with the dancers, his massive hands clapping along as he bobbed his head in time. And the gilded soldier—a paladin, Mephisto surmised—appeared mildly annoyed rather than truly affronted as he had at first. At least, he too, found some enjoyment watching the dancers as they bounced from one end of the space to the other, the beat quickly gathering speed.

Infact, the bard had long since finished his song and had merely continued to provide a beat for the dancers. Faster and faster, they spun and twirled and changed hands and kicked and stomped and cheered until they could no longer stay on their feet. Several patrons collided—intentionally, it appeared—and another raucous applause ended the song.

“A drink well earned,” the fey began as he set aside his drum. “And a final song as well. What will it be?”

Several songs shouted from the thinning group, and the fey nodded, gesturing for more. He picked up his lute and plucked at the strings, twisted the knobs at the headstock, listened with one ear. Patrons peppered him with more and more songs, an endless list, and even the half-elf added her opinion. Though it had snagged the bard’s attention, he still waved her off.

So thoroughly present, Mephisto found himself suspended between moments, those liminal spaces between thoughts. A chill coursed along his spine, and he shivered. Old bones rattled between his ears, but he saw no dice on the bar. Louder and louder, the rattling tumbled in his head, drowning out the people around him. No one else seemed to hear the clattering as it rose like rolling thunder.

But as quick as it had started, the rattling stopped. Then the tavern door opened again, and Mephisto knew without a shadow of a doubt who was about to enter The Restricted Section. When he stood, so too did the half-elf beside him. As did the paladin and his companion, Rawridan. And across the room, the fey stood as well, lute dangling from one hand. Patrons fell silent once more, following their bard’s wide stare to the door.

From behind her screen, Charlie withdrew the miniature she had selected and kept hidden. She set it on the map just inside the tavern’s doors, then cleared her throat and said, “You see…”

A harried young man in researcher’s robes crossed the threshold, unassuming and particularly nonchalant. The tavern-goers resumed their chatter and song requests, largely ignoring the Avowed Acolyte with whom Mephisto had grown familiar the last three nights. Ramilir, one of Candlekeep Library’s hardest working Avowed, spotted him immediately. He also spotted the others that stared him down, first the half-elf beside him, then Rawridan and the holy champion. Last he spotted the fey on the dais, and it was then that Mephisto understood.

Fate had gathered five threads for Ramilir to weave. And he had come to the tavern to collect those he was promised. With one more cursory glance across them, Ramilir nodded, then turned back for the darkness beyond the tavern door and disappeared into the night.

Without hesitation, Mephisto followed, but not before Rawridan and the paladin darted rather quickly out ahead of him. The half-elf crowded in behind him, and much to the dismay of the tavern’s patrons, the fey vaulted the dais. Quick as a quail, he threaded through the crowd and darted out the door a step ahead of Mephisto.

A crackling streetlamp barely managed to illuminate the otherwise dark road, both ends disappearing to nothing beyond its aura. Chill wintery air washed over him, refreshing his lungs as Mephisto breathed deep. He recalled Ramilir’s letter then, wondering if any of it had been true. Several referrals had recommended Mephisto, according to the missive, and not only for his prowess in pact magic and curses; no, it seemed several old acquaintances had recalled his time in the Waterdeep Library where he had studied with Farideh, the infamous adventuring Warlock, and had developed a keen eye for errors in translations, historical inaccuracies, and outright lies. So it was unsurprising that Ramilir had requested his assistance with a boatload of research.

But what of the others? The half-elf with her copious blades, and the bard with a voice like molten gold? Several guesses stacked up quickly, but none satisfied his curiosity. And then there stood Rawridan and the paladin, both formidable in their own ways. What use might Ramilir have of them? Did he expect trouble?

“I owe you all an apology.”

Charlie yawned as she said, “And that’s it for tonight. I’m beat. Long day.”

“Wait, what?” Dean squawked. “What happens next?!”

One after the other, Charlie stacked her things, books, screen, pencils, and dice in one arm, then stood. “You’ll find out tomorrow. G’nite, y’all.” 

Before Dean could protest any further, Charlie slipped away, shuffling through the war room. Indeed, she appeared beyond exhausted, listing to one side before she descended the steps to the hallway. Sam hoped that the Bunker provided her some measure of comfort. Or peace of mind. Anything to help her forget whatever kept her up at night.

He glanced around the table, but nobody said much of anything. Dean appeared quite confused. But then Castiel asked him if he wanted a snack, and that shook him loose, so whatever bothered must have been trivial enough.

Eileen and Jack wandered off at some point, deep in conversation. Sam, however, remained in the library, wondering. Charlie wasn’t a rookie anymore. She had driven all night, but for a… ritual? A curse? Regardless of what it was, it had to be serious for her to do something so drastic.

There was no use sitting alone and ruminating about it. If he was going to help Charlie, he had to speak with her. Tomorrow, though. Clearly, she needed the rest.

Sam stood and traipsed to the kitchen, resigned to solving yet another mystery. After one of Castiel’s snacks.

This series is complete! Reblogs are loved and feedback is welcome!

[elecman108]

It's nearly the end of 2023, and... Hey, a lot has happened. I'll put most of it under the read more because there's a LOT to unpack this year, and if you're here to see the original posts for most of this art... surprise! Some of it was never posted! So no links will be provided to balance it out. All of my art is under the same tag though of "#drawings by me" so feel free to leaf through that on your own time.

To summarize the year, I learned (at the end of the year) that my temporary boss was overworking me for most of the year she was working there (yikes, but hey, I did agree to it and was able to... we'll say "keep up with the chaos" to keep it simple) but my permanent boss is, naturally, 1000% better. The side effect is... instead of December being a low month for drawing due to it being the busy month, almost every month is!

The new year should be better. I hope. On to the month summaries!

JANUARY - New D&D character refs made, Lixori as a rabbit (pictured). I didn't draw that much in january, but I claimed big ambitions of drawing more bunny girls. Sadly... I did not. Next year I'll sneak a few in here and there to make up for it - I do love drawing bunny girls (and guys especially) lol. Other than that... Year of the rabbit! Woo?

FEBRUARY - I... only drew this one image of perspective/mirrors practise with Irina and Axel. February was not busy. I was just really burnt out from the holiday season. It was... rough. Home life wasn't great, and I couldn't do much about escaping the frustrations during February anyway.

MARCH - The Existential Dread set in (pictured), my April Fools Day art, and a sketch dump. Yep! I drew my April Fools Day art in March! And early March at that! This month I had planned to take a vacation week riiiiight at the end of the month, but it got pushed back because the "new" staff member I was supposed to train didn't start until the end of the month. We'll get back to that.

APRIL - Sketches. The lineart pictured was never posted, but I cleaned it later (I think in... July or June?) but the sketch was dated back in April. Remember that vacation week that got pushed back to April? It's not riiiight after the first full week in May. Why? Because the staff member didn't know shit and needed more training. Fun fact: there's more to that story coming up.

MAY - Happy Birthday to me! I got my vacation (finally), and used the week to draw more D&D idiots before returning to work and... the "new" staff member ended up making a royal mess of things on my week off. She did not remain for much longer after that. Apparently she talks fondly about working for us, but by god, I have grey hairs. But this isn't a rant post, this is art! I... did NOT do much else in May. Not even a birthday art! For SHAME past me!! Although this month did give me an awesome new coworker (bless!) to replace a previous awesome coworker who moved back to their home city. We're both nerds. It's so funny.

JUNE - That Colour Wheel Meme from Twitter (pictured) and one half-assed drawing of Blaze in front of the pride month fire engine are all I have to show for this month, alongside cleaning up more sketches from back in April. My actual boss had returned and thank GOD. We - as in me, my nerd coworker, and our other coworker - are glad to have our boss back. She's fantastic. This month went by pretty well. But welcome to July, dumbass! It gets worse!

JULY - I forgot to do digital art this month. Why? Because all of my out-of-work time was spent working on doing Card Making craft packages for the clients. Sure, I loved doing it, but it was a LOT of work for not a lot of payoff. To be fair, I offered to cover the weekly groups for our volunteer who had been doing it up to that point before her two month vacation, so... hey! It's just for those two months, right?

AUGUST - Welcome to Burnout 2 (electric boogaloo), but I managed to fight it off by getting back into FNAF towards the end of July. Something about horror games really gets my brain in the good zone I want it to be in. This month I drew Eclipse (once) because of Ruin, this wonderful first draft of how I wanted my AU!Foxy to look, and then... I started work in on my FNAF Full Body Refs. Same as my D&D ones, only for my FNAF characters! I have the same refs for all my other OCs, may as well.

SEPTEMBER - If I told you I was only drawing FNAF and FNAF-related stuff this month, would you believe me? Because I did! I did the main characters for the portion of my FNAF!AU that I had figured out (SB and Ruin with a few extras from past games to fill out the roster), but other than that... Nope! Nothing else! I'm still redoing some of the old ones from back in September. My first batch of them (minus Bonnie, dunno what I was smoking when I made Bonnie bc he looks AWESOME) were a bit rough, so... New year problem for me.

OCTOBER - I did only one drawing and that was putting costumes on my full body references of the FNAF!AU guys! Whoops! I considered posting each character and info about them per day in October, but I just... didn't? Dunno why though, maybe I was just peanut-brained.

NOVEMBER - More FNAF! This time, the lineart/sketches I was doing on the side were all of my OCs, and the odd one was FNAF. Didn't post shit until the very end of the month though, mostly because I forgot to post essentially anything. Whoopsie!

DECEMBER - Yeah I've finished some of my sketches from November (and April), and have more to come. I'm redoing some of the FNAF Refs, and planning maybe in the new year to queue up posts for a while with info about each dude to sort of give insight into my AU to some degree... or... not make such grandiose plans.

Either way, my work schedule is destined to be much more normal come January, and I hope to be able to set aside a day or something to draw every week, because I love it so much. It's been a rough year! Thankfully didn't get Covid this year, but y'know... Maybe next year I'll get sick and be forced to take time off or something so that I can draw more.

Regardless, I'm typing this post up while now 6 minutes left to me leaving for work, so no proofreading for me! Any typos will remain forever.

Catch y'all later! You might see a new years' post from me, or one between now and 2024, but... don't bank on it.

For those of you who made it all the way down to the end of the post... Poke a poll or something. I've never done this feature so here's to figuring it out.

[lovebitesback]

get to know me! ٩( 'ω' )و

hi guys! here some more about me 0_0

name: mya/devious (call me any you prefer! i like both)

i’m 15!

im new to the emo music community! if you guys could recommend any of your fav bands, i’d love to hear it! ^_^

i’m autistic! my special interests include making art, watching spongebob and domo, and listening to music!! i’m also obsessed with fashion, maybe i’ll post my outfits on here when i become comfy!

oh i almost forgot, my special interest is also, monkeys and cats!! i love them! (Julius from paul frank is my favorite monkey)

i may or may not post my art here! i’m a bit unconfident in my art, but i’ll post the ones that i think look good! :D

so far i really like my chemical romance and fall out boy! also escape the fate! for scene music, i like brokencyde, 3OH3, and millionaires (ﾟ∀ﾟ)——————————————————————————-some things to remember/know:

- use tone tags/indicators PLS!

- im childish

- don’t mock me! yes i use emoticons, if they’re cringe to you then gtfo! ——————————————————————————-

if you have any question, let me know! i hope to meet friends here! XP

- devious

[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans.  ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                              [~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did. 

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it. 

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup  brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact. 

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

    “Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot? 

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it. 

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.  

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses 

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~] 

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit. 

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over. 

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!” 

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence. 

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

[deerixiie]

u n e x p e c t e d g u e s t

ep 12: questions

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a/n: i was too lazy to edit or have someone beta so if you see a grammar mistake,,, no you don’t. 

Kenma watched you.

He watched as you slowly set your phone down with a quiet sigh. He watched as you picked up Ankha gently in your hands and began to stroke her fur. He watched as you looked out into the distance, your eyes unfocused, your mouth curved slightly into a small frown.

Kenma found himself frowning, too. He didn’t like seeing you this worried. A simple appearance in the background of a livestream had turned your life on its axis, and it was taking a toll on your mental health, as well.

What should he do? He was the one you turned too, after all. But he was terrible with words—if saying his order at a restaurant was difficult, how could he even imagine comforting you?

His eyes dropped to the console resting a foot away from him, and he let out a tiny sigh. He wasn’t good with words, but he was good at video games.

Kenma extended the Switch to you with a soft smile. “Do you want to play?”

You played Smash this time, something that you picked up surprisingly easily. Kenma, however, wasn’t paying attention to the game. His eyes kept drifting back to you. You seemed more relaxed now that you were playing, but every so often your smile would drop and your eyes would unfocus.

Kenma frowned again.

Come to think of it, you only knew him for about a week—or maybe less? Why were you coming to him when it was obvious he couldn’t do much to comfort you? Didn’t you have other friends? There was Kuroo, the one who had introduced you two. (Though, now that he thought about it, Kuroo wouldn’t be much help.) Then what about your brother and his friend?

Kenma glanced over to you for what had to be the umpteenth time. He paused, considering his words, and then put down his controls. “Do you have any other friends that live around here?”

You didn’t seem as uncomfortable with the question as Kenma was, even offering a smile smile. “Apart from you, Kuroo, Hajime and Oikawa? No, not really. Why?”

“No reason.”

You shrugged. “Now that I think about it, it’s kind of weird, y’know? As a kid I basically clung to Hajime, meaning I was friends with Oikawa too. I haven’t really been the type for friends, per se?” You frowned. “Does that make sense?”

“No, I understand.” It was like that with him too—apart from you, Kenma’s closest friends were probably only Kuroo and Hinata. Everyone else was a mutual friend or an acquaintance.

“And whenever I need something, I would turn to Oikawa or Hajime. It’s actually weird for me to be coming here now. But,—” your voice became more solemn, “the thought of being in the house with Hajime and Oikawa just felt… suffocating. Being around you calms me down, I guess?” Your eyes widened at that statement, as if you didn’t mean to say it aloud.

Kenma ducked his head, wishing his hair was down so it would hide his blush.

You felt comfortable with him—and Kenma did too. Whereas talking to others gave him anxiety, he found himself easily being able to talk to you. (It was ironic, how easy it was for Kenma to talk to you but still not able to comfort you.)

His mind floated back to the conversation he had with Hinata. Kenma’s eyebrows furrowed. Did Hinata ever ask you about him? He glanced over to his phone, only to remember as he reached for it that you were still sitting there.

“Can you give me a second, Y/n?” Kenma asked, swiftly tucking his phone in his hoodie’s pocket.

You looked up with him with startled eyes. “Uh, sure! Go ahead.”

Kenma ducked into the hallway, pulling out his phone. Sure enough, a text from Hinata glowed on the screen.

Kenma sighed and slipped back into the living room. Your expression was thoughtful, although unfocused. You continued to stroke Ankha’s fur, but more aimlessly this time.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t move an inch.

“Y/n.” Kenma’s voice was louder. He took a few cautious steps toward you, saying your name a third time. You blinked and turned to face him, giving him a startled smile. “Oh, uh, did I drift off there?”

“Yeah.” Kenma sat down and picked up the controls. He paused and turned to you again, his expression full of concern. “Are you... okay?”

“Oh.” You gave a small shrug. “I’m doing better than before.”

“You kept drifting off.”

“Oh! I’m uh, I’m thinking.” You looked away from him, rubbing circles into Ankha’s fur. “I think I want to start all over again.”

“Start…” Did you mean your art blog or something else?

You leaned your head back. “Yeah, like, start my entire life with a clean slate. New blog, new twitter, new hobbies—” e/c eyes flicked to him, only for the briefest of seconds—“new apartment, new roommates.”

Kenma played with the controls, avoiding eye contact with you. “Do what makes you happy.”

“Yeah.” Kenma’s gaze snapped back to you. You had a wistful, almost dreamy expression in your eyes, a soft smile gracing your lips. “What makes me happy.” You looked back at Kenma and the expression dropped, a sheepish smile taking its place. “Ah, whatever, lets just go back to playing!”

Kenma frowned but picked up his controls anyway, sparing you one last glance before focusing on the screen.

Two hours passed rather quickly. You played Smash for another half-hour or so before switching back to Animal Crossing. Conversation was light, comfortable, and Kenma found himself easing back into that odd familiarity he had with you. You seemed to be doing the same, but every so often you’d look over to him as if to ask something and then back out of it, turning back to your Switch. It frustrated him at first—what weren’t you asking him?—but the hypocrisy of the situation humbled him. He couldn’t ask you a simple question either.

(But then again, there was a heavy weight over his question. Six simple words-will you go out with me?—carried much more meaning than six simple words normally did. What if Hinata read the situation wrong, and you only saw him as a friend? What if you said no? What if you exited his life almost as quickly as you came?)

Eventually you set the console down with a heavy sigh and stretched your arms above your head. (Kenma glanced over at the exposed skin before he could stop himself.)

“It’s already two,” you remarked, glancing down at your phone. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Onigiri or inari sushi?” you continued, disregarding his response. “Do you still have some leftover rice from last time?”

“I’m not-” Kenma shook his head, letting his protests die away. “Yeah.”

You gave him a small, smug smile and walked over to the kitchen, humming to yourself. The sounds of cluttering pots and pans that Kenma oftentimes forgot existed followed.

She knows me better than myself, he mused. It’s been barely a week and you were such a strong presence in his life—was it because you watched his streams? Your friendship with Kuroo? You were popping up in the most unexpected places, first behind the counter at the flower shop, now at his front doorstep meekly asking if you could stay for a while. You chose him, even when there were so many others out there.

“You’re getting soft, Kenma.” Kuroo had said that to him last night after you went home, a smirk playing on his face. Kenma had shot the dark-haired boy an annoyed glance and a bitter retort, but he saw the truth in the statement now.

Kenma let out a quiet, defeated sigh. You were doing so much for him and yet he had nothing to offer.

He had to change that.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You turned around to him, expectant, and Kenma realized with a sickening churn of his stomach the reality of what he was about to do.

“Is there something on your mind?”

He couldn’t even ask the real question.

Your face falls. “Yeah, there’s a lot.” You glanced away from him, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a question, actually.”

Kenma held his breath.

“Can I move in with you?”

The response flew out of Kenma’s mouth before he had time to consider it—something that shocked him, because he always was careful of his words.

“Yeah.”

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❍ punchy was napping under a couch so y/n couldn’t pet him :(

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Here they are! Tried incorporating their skins and real life looks? Eh

@plant-gt-thought-box

55 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 21:19:26 GMT

#4

The Neighbors Kid

Motivation = Writing

Have new Backpack content

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"And then I said-" A loud voice rang out in the messy room of Tommy's room. He was talking about his day at school, as a tiny named Philza had asked about it.

Phil sat and listened with patience. Ranboo was running for their life from Tubbo on his bees. Wilbur strumed a mini guitar Tommy got from a doll set. Techno was reading one of the books Tommy brought home from a 'lie-barry'. A knock sounded at the front door, spooking the family.

Tubbo stopped his chase aa Tommy got up to see if his Ma would open the door. There's Ma, Mommy, and Mama. Ma usually answers the door.

"I really can't thank you enough for watching Fundy. You're a life saver!" A voice. Right, Fundy! They were gonna have a play date! Tommy forgot!

Naturally, everyone hid as footsteps approached. The door opened and a young orange haired boy stood there.

"Tommy!"

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By the time anyone had the guts to look out at the new boy, he's sat down playing with Tommy. He had a fox plush that was apparently named 'Yogurt'. They talked about the day, at one point learning he had one dad.

"Tommmyy? Why havent you come out to play in awhile?" Fundy asks. He's been lonely without Tommy to play with. Surely he wasn't pretending to be Fundy's friend, right?

"Oh, I have little friends!" Phil felt his heart stop. "Phill??" He didn't move. But Wilbur did. "Hi there little guy!" Fundy's eyes lit up.

"It's.. A little person! Tommy, Yogurt! Look!" He squealed with excitement, much to Techno's discontent. Fundy leaned down with such a happy noise Wilbur almost cried there and then. "Tinnnyy!" Ow. Ears.

This would go fine, probably. It would be fun, right?

55 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 22:01:52 GMT

#3

Aren't you technically a cryptid?

Cryptid spouse-

Shhh

Don't you tell them >:/

60 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 22:35:49 GMT

#2

Hey lol I came up with an AU at 2AM but I dunno how tags work so fuck it here- Don't have a name either

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It was the dead of night. Things were fine, everything was at peace. Well, almost everything. Two voices rang out in the night, attempting to not wake the teenager that lived there.

"Not that way!"

"What? I thought you said-"

Movement. Tubbo, a borrower who had gone rogue with his husband Ranboo, froze. The human must've heard them. As its head lifted up, they saw the exhausted eyes scan the room. "Hello?" No response. They had to go, now.

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Tommy had been practically knocked out. He was a heavy sleeper, but for some reason something felt off.

"-you said-"

Tommy's eyes open with exhaustion and confusion. After a few moments of silence, he lifted his head. Was he hearing things? Tommy looked around for anything out of the ordinary. The windows were locked and closed, his door hadn't been opened. He was sure he had heard something though.

A feeling of dread creeped into the tired teens brain. "Hello?" Tommy called out, not getting a response. Then he saw it. A person. Wait, a small person? That can't be right.

Tommy blinked a few times and it was gone. He must be hallucinating things now. The teen lays back down, turning onto his side to face the wall. Tommy was pulled back into a deep sleep.

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Tubbo knew he had been seen. He grabbed Ranboo's arm and pulles himself and the hybrid behind a table leg. The human stopped looking? And went back to sleep? How odd. But Tubbo and Ranboo wouldn't be going out in the open like that anytime soon.

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Should I make this a complete AU? Honestly I hope you guys do enjoy it :)

66 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 06:38:28 GMT

#1

Fuck it I want more tiny people and kid Tommy

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Tommy was around 11. It was his birthday and his family finally took him camping! Tommy had never been, but he wanted to learn.

"Tommy? What are you doing, silly?" His mom asked. She was a sweet lady. Mostly.

"I'm leaving snacks out for the mini people!" He called back with excitement. Tommy had a vibrant imagination. In his mind small humanoid people lived out in the woods and did all sorts of magical things! Tommy kept his bag on the ground a majority of the time.

"..Sure dear, do you need help setting up your tent?" She spoke gently while setting to work getting her own tent up.

"Nope! I got it!" Tommy said with a grin.

Nothing could go wrong!

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Everything had gone wrong.

Philza was trying to keep Tubbo and Wilbur from getting curious of the new humans in the area, Ranboo was on the verge of teleporting every where while Techno simply watched. He couldn't do much anyways.

"Tubbo, mate, I don't care how many things these people put out. You are not getting close to that bag, that camp, or those humans. Same to you Wilbur." Phil was being as assertive as he could. It wasn't working well honestly.

"But Philll, he left those for uss! He said so himself!" Tubbo whined loudly. The moment the human boy started talking about things for the "mini people" Tubbo had wanted a taste of what things the kid had left out.

"Yeah! C'mon dad we won't be long! He just left the bag there!" Wilbur added in. He wasn't wrong per say, the child's bag was abandoned for the time being.

Whatever was inside was for them.

They would make sure they got it.

95 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 07:13:25 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

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[leggomylino]

Welcome, Welcome, 2021

Big sigh.

The goal was originally for me to make a new year’s post on Jan. 3rd, the date of my official return, however...after being tagged in so many kind and awe-inspiring posts, I just had to do one before midnight.

2020 was a crazy year. We all know. Personally, there were so many ups and downs-- either my highest highs or my lowest of lows-- that looking back, I get nothing but headaches. 😂 Still, it was, ahem,

a year,

and I think (I hope) we all got some kind of fulfillment from it and learned a lot. But I think it’s safe to say, on behalf of everyone, that we’re ready to send 2020 on her merry way and tell her kindly, “don’t let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.” <3

Alright then! The following is a list of people I wish to personally thank-- if I forget anyone, I am sorry, please know I love and am thankful to all of my followers, mutuals, and friends, and I am...well, spaghetti-brained to a fault sometimes. If flighty was a person, she’d be me.

~~~

In an attempt at organizing this in alphabetical order...

@calicoyang​ - EMMM~ We def need to talk more, but sis, I so appreciate you supporting my MBTI chats and just chatting with me in general. You’re a lovely gal, and I’m looking forward to getting to speak to you more this next year. I’m truly wishing you the best! 🌟 

@changbinniee​ - Sweet Noe 🥺💖 One of the very best, like no one ever was. Thank you for being you, for being a sunlight that brightens the days of others, and for being another squadmate in Celi’s Never-ending Stories of MBTI. 😂✨ You’re a true one sis, and I love your enthusiasm and support for helping others: it’s truly admirable. I hope that you have a blessed and safe 2021; let’s you, I, and everyone get this bread!!! 🍞✨❤    

@cotccotc​ - Veve 🥺❤ You were someone that I knew, instantly, I wanted to be friends with. Your warm and bubbly energy is contagious, and you’re so, SO blessed with talent and a wonderful hard-working ethic, I really think you’re gonna go far one day. I wish all the best for you. Thanks for reaching back out to me and being my friend, ily <3 

@crscendoforsung​ - Young Soro ✨ I think you have a beautiful mind, just as many INTJs do. But you know what? This is more personal because, it’s you! I know we don’t know each other personally, but I always have this strong sense that deep down, you’re a brave person. You go through a lot. But keep fighting that good fight! Never lose hope, and know that if you ever need it, even from miles away, you can come to me for help, prayers, and petition. I will always be rooting for you, your growth, your happiness, your health, and your family. <3 I hope 2021 treats you well!!!

@dulc3-p3riculum - This girl...sis you know I love you I’m not gonna go off or else we’d be here all day LOL; a true friend who I’ve known for a long time. She is my rock on this earth.

@freckledberries​ - Her name was grace, but in this case, it’s Jules! <3 Still, grace is such a fitting word for how I often see you. Despite struggles, you keep on persevering, you’ve got a wicked sense of sarcasm that makes me laugh, and I’m so so excited for the many new adventures and learning experiences that await you in 2021. Thank you for being my friend, and one of the people to indulge in my long never-ending Ted Talks of MBTI 😂💕 Much love and peace to you, sis @hanniiesuckle17 - H u n t e r 💫 You’ve always been very supportive of me, and from the beginning when I needed someone to help develop and examine my ideas, I knew I could count on you. It’s crazy to think how our friendship kinda just popped off and went on a spiral of twists and turns 😂 I’m very thankful to have met you <3

@iiasha​ - Even if we go a while without speaking, I’m always supporting and cheering for you, I fangirl when I see your amazing art, and I know you do the same for me 😂💖 Thank you for always picking back up with me and helping me out when I need it, I love hearing from you, watching you grow from afar, and I wish you a happy and safe 2021, Zero 🥑💞

@peachyhan​ - It’s been a while, Nalida 🥺💞 You’re still on my mind, tho! Your perseverance and pursuit of writing has and always will be one of the many things driving me forward. You’re in my thoughts and prayers-- and I wish you the best this coming 2021. <3

@pixielix​ - You, my dear, are an angel 😭💞 We don’t converse too often, but you’ve always been so sweet, open, and kind to me. To Miss Angie, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. May 2021 be as kind to you as you have to me, and by that I mean, THE VERY BEST <3 <3 <3 Also, let’s talk more! :D

@skzctnightnight​ - OOF Miss Bel!!! You’re like, a wise and down-to-earth mother-ing figure I really appreciate being around. You’re so bubbly and kind, and yet, you have an aura that keeps everyone grounded and on task. I love your honesty, your forthright, and I madly respect the fact that you’re always there to fairly sort out the good and the bad and everything in between of any given situation. You’ve helped me grow and given me an ear when I really just needed someone to hear me out, and show me a glimmer of hope...for that, I’ll never forget your kindness and since I’m getting choked up right now, I’m gonna cut this right here before I can no longer see my screen and wish you a happiest new year!!! (Please tell the Mister I said Happy New Year too!)

@stayndays - Miss Nana. When is it you’ll stop teasing me about being a Ch*n stan?! 😫 Survey says likely never, but, I think I’d be okay with that if it means I can keep being your friend. You have the wildest air of maturity and selfawareness about you, sometimes it’s almost 😳😳 ...offputting? I think awe-inspiring is a better word. You inspire me to do well and keep writing, keep thriving, and to always consider those endless possibilities. To you, I wish a blessed, safe, and happiest 2021 💕

@yangomangos - You’ve been a sweetheart ever since we met, and I remember being so nervous to talk to you for the longest time 😂😅 I’m so glad we finally started talking, tho; you’ve been true, and for that, I thank you. Happy 2021, dear! <3

To all my writing networks: @skzwriternet , @inkidz , @districtninewriters , @stayracha-net , thank you for accepting me into your guilds and supporting/sharing my work. I would also like to thank you all for providing me with environments where I can meet fellow writers/kpop stans, make friends, and grow; in addition, thank you for all your hard work (as running a whole network is no easy feat), and I hope you’ll continue to support and take care of us writers and content creators this next coming year. <3

Finally-- in case I forgot anyone, or if you are a follower, supporter, mutual, reader-- thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You are equally just as important to me and this blog as the people above; whether you got a message or not, please know that you mean something to me, and I sincerely thank you. And, of course, Happy New Year!!! 🎉✨ God bless. 🕊❤ 

[louloubabys1992]

Five Favs of 2020

I was tagged by the amazingly talented @mercurial-madhouse​ to do this and I thank you for it as its been a while since I’ve looked at my fics or any of my work really....so here goes :D

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work.

1-Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die

Fic summary;

''You still want me?'' he asks, voice thick. ''Yes,'' Harry's answer is absolute, almost defiant. ''But my hands are empty,'' Louis shakes his head. ''I've got nothing to offer you.'' ''I don't care about that. Do you see my hands?'' Harry asks before he cups Louis' face. His touch is gentle. He's always gentle when it comes to Louis. ''When I'm not holding you, I feel empty, but like this,'' he presses closer until their faces are inches apart. He caresses the apple of Louis' cheeks and that's when Louis realizes that he's spilled tears and Harry's wiping them. He didn't even notice; too busy looking into Harry's kind, kind, kind alpha eyes. ''I feel like I'm holding the world and I don't feel empty anymore,''

Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. Not Harry though; stubborn as he is, he doesn't back down, not when it comes to Louis

Note;

Those who read this fic know that this is my first ever abo fic. I wrote this in a time when I thought the world was ending. I had been on lockdown like the rest of us with not much to do and yet all the time in the world to finally do what I’m truly passionate about, which is writing. I don’t know if anyone noticed this but the difference between this fic and my latest one was six months (aside from a 16 chapter fic which I was writing almost simultaneously with ‘’Hang there’’ so for it to get any kudos or comments at all is quite unbelievable to me and I am really proud of the journey it took me on. It was one bumpy but amazing ride.

2-As the snow flies

Fic Summary:

’'I can’t sleep without you anymore. Got used to you.’’ Harry is always like that, so transparent with his feelings, so abundant with his love. He cuddles Niall the most, always stares up at Zayn like he’s something cool and out of this world, always attentively serious with Liam and always helping Leona out in the kitchen. He’s not so different from the shy, timid boy he’d first met, still stands pigeon toed when he’s waiting for Louis and the lads to go home after school, still stands with his shoulders all hunched but then he sees Louis and suddenly he’s taller, brighter, smile and dimples on full display.

He’s so beautiful.

-Or the fic in which Louis and Harry are foster kids who get separated long before they could even understand what loving each other means. They were so young and since then, circumstances had made Louis tough, had forced him to harden up. What happens when he and Harry meet again?

Notes:

Probably the easiest fic I’ve ever written because the idea had been swirling in my head for years, I just never had the time to sit down and put pen on paper (or letters on a word document hahah). It’s not for the faint of heart, I know, but I’ve always wanted to write it and flush it out of my system and when I did finally start writing it, it wasn’t as hard as writing my other fics. Like, I knew how it would end, I knew what scenes I had to cut out, what fit, what did not fit and I have to say, even though the outcome is not the way I had imagined it at first but it is everything it was meant to be in the end :D

3-The Boy with the Tin Chest and a Glass Heart

Written for the @bottomlouisficfest​

Fic summary:

Alpha Harry Styles, world-renowned author of fairy-tales, is being persuaded by the Beta, Liam Payne to hire a new illustrator. Since Harry’s own illustrations are too graphic for what is supposed to be children’s stories, Liam feels the need is dire. Omega Louis does not agree with Liam since he believes that Harry’s stories are fine just the way they are. Of course this has nothing to do with Louis being totally biased or totally head over heels for Harry. It certainly has nothing to do with being jealous of the mysterious omega illustrator Liam has in mind to team Harry up with. Seriously, it has nothing to do with that at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing, zilch, nada. Yeah...

Notes;

During my time of self isolation while the world tore itself apart, I busied myself with writing and watching k-drama series to distract from being anxious and swept by it all. It did wonders for me, occupying my time like that as I have always loved writing and this year, I found a new love for korean actors and their dramas and I have to say, their stories have such amazing plot lines. This fic is heavily inspired by one k-drama series called ‘’its okay not to be okay’’ starring Kim Soo Hyun and Seo Yea-ji (I hope I got the names spelled right). Please do watch it if you haven’t already :D

4-The Importance of being Earnest

part of the @1000feelingsfics​

fic summary;

Harry cannot help but pay extra attention to Louis' order, even if it is just a warm cup of tea with a dash of milk and no sugar. He also makes sure that the Danish Louis asks for is warm and fresh from the oven and not the one in the display, even if it means delaying Louis a bit when he fetches said Danish from the kitchen. It's all worth it when Louis smiles his crinkly smile at him before he rushes off to work.

Man, he's hot, he cannot help but think.

Or Harry is a barista who's been harboring a crush on Louis for months. Little does he know that Louis actually likes him back.

Note:

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before but this fic was included in a podcast which has never happened to me before and I am so so so happy and proud that my fic got that type of attention (or any attention at all hahahaha) so like, it is quite special to me and honestly, a lot of the fics written for the @1000feelingsfics​ challenge are really, truly incredible

5-Bed of Nails

fic summary;

Louis has been keeping a secret for a very long time. The boys don’t know because he doesn’t tell them, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t think they need to know or be bothered by his troubled past. When they find out, they look at Louis differently. But Harry doesn’t. No, he loves Louis and will do anything in his power for his love to find its way through the cracks.

Or the one where Louis has a troubled past that catches up to him and Harry does his best to save him from it.

Notes:

This is my longest fic ever, not just in chapter count but in time (it took me actual years to finish it, whew, what a journey). A lot of things happened while writing this fic but one event that stands out among the rest; I lost my younger brother back in 2016. He was only 23 years old. I started writing this fic in 2015 and finished it January 2020. Losing George crippled me both mentally and emotionally. I had no power, no inspiration and definitely no will to do anything but try and seem okay for the sake of my grieving parents. I bottled it all up to try and seem strong in front of them and in return, I forgot about anything else, including my passions and my hobbies. It took me a herculean effort to finish this fic and I mostly did it because writing to me, is like an itch. I can stop writing sure but every once in a while, that itch that nags at you like an incessant person knocking, begging you to just open up the door on the swirl of words blasting your brain in the middle of the night, begging you to just do something, doesn’t ever completely go away. So, I didn’t ignore it and decided to finish it, no matter how long it took. The itch to write went away after that and a sense of calm and accomplishment took over instead. I miss George till this day. Nothing will ever turn off that feeling but writing to me, in any form, whether in my journal or fics or whatever, does have the power to push me through the day. 

And there goes; my 2020 fics. I want to tag a lot of people but I think most people I know here already did it but if you see this or read this, take that as your cue to do it too. We all need some self love in this world and self love is what we deserve. 

Happy new year everybody :D