#<- official tag time babey!!!!))

[spring-lxcked]

@florietiae asked: ❝ 'i really did love you, if you can believe me.' / from jules. haha, ow :) ❞ ( more angst prompts )

"I don't." Leave it to William to make things difficult. He had, once, never questioned her love for him. Now, well on the other side of a divorce? He couldn't accept see any other explanation for her leaving him. ( Certainly not his absence or his moody temperaments or the responding gaslighting when she challenged him on any of the aforementioned subjects. ) They had been perfect on the exterior—what mattered, in the end—and then she had made a fool of him. And perhaps broken his heart, if one ignored how much of that was his fault.

She was supposed to just drop off the kids and leave. Or, well, that was William's opinion while he stood nursing his coffee from a hefty mug he was fairly certain she had gifted him. Christmas? Birthday? He should toss it. ( He wouldn't. ) He half-sat against the edge of the counter, mug between hands. Steadying. The heat was burning his palms. Christ, he hated this. "I loved you, but that didn't bloody well matter, did it? We had something beautiful, and you walked away from it." While he had fought her in the hopes of avoiding divorced, sometimes yelling, sometimes pleading. Pathetic and embarrassing to look back on. His words were sharp, bitterness he wondered if he'd ever move past festering between the words: "I mean, for fuck's sake, do I need to hear about your past feelings—you've moved on, after all. Haven't you?"

[ollyou]

BIRTHDAY IN LESS THAN A WEEK (June 18) YIPPEEEE

[salsflore]

80+ selfship questions to answer, whether in a post* or a reblog! feel free to pick the ones you want to answer or just answer for all – this is not an ask game :3

a few of these are romantic, but ofc, there are ones you can answer for your platonics!

* if you do it as a post i’d loveeeee if you tagged me so i could see your answers!

what’s something you do to feel closer to them? fanfics, listen to songs, etc.

how did you get introduced to your f/o and/or their media? do you like their source?

what’s one or two things you especially like about your f/o? can be a headcanon!

what’s one or two things your f/os love about you? ( self positivity time babey )

how do you express your love to them? how do they express their love to you?

a gift you’d like to give them if you could, and something they’d give to you!

what do you celebrate together? like halloween, christmas time, easter, etc.

do you sleep together? is it peaceful or filled with snoring? do you both stay up? tell us more! ( how you sleep, when you sleep, do you wake up at the same time? )

what’s one thing you can’t do well that the other can, vice versa ( e.g cooking, playing video games, so on and so forth )

do you have similar tastes in fashion? aesthetic? food? tell us about their taste!

how do they tend to comfort you? how do you tend to comfort them?

if you have a rival or nemesis f/o, why? are there any lore reasons or is it just because?

what are some uncommon headcanons you have for them?

what is your favorite fan theory/headcanon about them?

if you live together, how’s domestic life like for you both?

do you have any scent hcs for them? ( sweet, something like coffee, etc )

is there anything commonly misunderstood about your f/o?

one thing you don’t have in common, and one thing you do

how do you resolve conflicts? how do you both typically react when faced with conflict or whilst dealing with an argument?

have you met their friends/family? how did that go? do they even keep in contact with their friends/family?

tell us as much (or as little) as you'd like about any of your self ship lore/bg! the timeline!

if they have variations (timelines, skills, voiced languages, etc) which one is your favorite?

your favorite outfit/costume of theirs! if they don’t have any official skins or anything, show us something you think they’d look good in!

who confessed first and how did it go?

did anyone know about your f/o’s feelings before they confessed? how did they find out?

if you have multiple f/os, do they fit into any “type?” ( e.g coincidentally they’re all smartasses, blonde, villains, etc. lol )

do you have any favorite scenarios you like to imagine your f/os in? ( domestic fluff, angsty, etc. )

have you ever thought about ( platonic or not ) marriage? would you consider it a good idea? why or why not?

^ if you're planning to get married, then tell us all about your wedding! the honeymoon! the planning!

if you live together, how does your home look like? who decided on the decor?

do you, or plan to, have f/o kids? ( pets and plants count! ) bonus: if you have pets, do they show any favoritism?

what was it like when they first said ‘i love you’? how did you reply? where was it?

if you could make one thing 100% canon about them, what would it be?

how do you kill time with them when bored?

your favorite thing about your f/o, appearance wise

your favorite thing about your f/o, non-appearance wise

what’s your dynamic like? any tropes you fit?

the most iconic/memed on/quoted line or event associated with your f/o

who’s more likely to be the sappy, cheesy romantic in the relationship?

who gets flustered the easiest?

if you were in an emergency or stressful situation, which one of you’s the best at staying level headed keeping the other calm? who is the one absolutely freaking out?

what nicknames do you call each other?

with phones or modern au : what would your contact names be?

with phones or modern au : how do they use their phone? do they have a billion screenshots in their gallery? whats their wallpaper?

favorite memory involving them ( whether in your lore as a scenario, a scene from their media, or another physical experience like when you received merch etc )

are they physically affectionate? if so, how do they express it? vice versa!

any funny or awkward moments you've experienced with them?

who’s more likely to get into, or start fights? whether with each other or with others.

what were your first impressions of each other?

do you have an anniversary date? how was it decided & how do you (plan to) celebrate it?

.... would you still love them if they turned into a worm

how did their personality or lifestyle change after befriending/getting with you?

something you know about them, that many others don’t?

how do they reassure or affirm their love for you?

what’s your funniest or most embarrassing memory together?

what’s their sense of humor like? how easy is it to make them laugh?

what inside jokes do you share?

if necessary, how do you wake them up? how do they wake you up?

any daily routines or habits you two follow?

what do others in source say about your relationship? do you keep it a secret?

if you have more than one f/o from the same media, which one were you drawn to first? any lore connection like did they introduce you to the others? did one make you fall for the other?

dream piece of merchandise or f/o-related experience you’d like to have

how are they like when vulnerable?

describe your f/o in 6 words or less

describe your f/o using only emojis

would you rather go to their world, or have them come to yours?

do you care about ship lore? feel free to tell us about it if you’d like!

if you have a s/i, how’d you go about creating their design? what went into their lore? how do the others in the source feel about your s/i?

does your s/i hold similarities to you, is completely like you or completely different from you? do you even have a s/i?

thoughts on AUs/canon divergent things? do you prefer to stick as closely to canon as possible or no?

quick! your f/o’s just spawned in front of you, now what do you do?!

do they have any superstitions they believe in?

would you or your f/o ever get matching things? ( keychains, tattoos, shirts, etc ) do they find it cringy or cute?

who’s more the scaredy cat out of you two?

what kind of things is your f/o into? games, music, decor, whatever!

the most random thing you associate with your f/o (foods, shapes, even textures! anything that’s not an obvious)

anything your f/o absolutely hates, but you absolutely love?

any aesthetic or -core you associate with your f/o, whether it be due to their design or personality?

who's more likely to die first in a zombie apocalypse lol

do your f/os have any long term wishes or goals? what about your s/i?

your favorite f/o fun fact or bit of lore

which animal represents your f/o the best?

does your f/o run hot or cold?

free space to gush about whatever you want ♡

[sagesilentfire]

Hello, everyone. It's so strange to be saying this, but the last part of SAMATFOE is imminent, and we're getting closer and closer to the End. It's been a really fun five years. (Four to ya'll, but I've been working on this for longer than I've been talking about it publicly!) The cast of characters has expanded dramatically, I've gotten much better as a writer and artist, and I feel I've grown as a person too. I won't stop stalking the svtfoe tag or talking about svtfoe after this is done, don't worry, but I have a lot of non-svtfoe related plans in the future, so if you like Sílthéy and her weird siblings, don't stop following when SAMATFOE is over. 

But as for the actual contents of s5, well, I've got lots of plans. We've got a dark magic plague that's an incredibly transparent metaphor for climate change. We've got Mina playing the oil barons and trying to stop everyone from saving the world for her own personal gain. We've got Glossaryck (capitalism). We've even got the answers to a lot of mysteries and character arcs. Like, so many character arcs. It has been incredibly difficult to stuff all these character arcs into this far-too-short piece of fanfiction. But I hope I did that adequately. 

On a personal note, while hiring a beta/sensitivity reader for a piece as massive as SAMATFOE proved impossible for someone who does not own their own money, I have done a lot more research than I had at seventeen. I wanted the monsters to be more than just badly-done allegories for Native Americans – I wanted them to be people with their own culture, history, and ideas. People who are inspired by real-world Indigenous cultures, but, because they're literally nonhuman, are distinct from them. Whether or not they could count as Indigenous is discussed in-text, but I do not come to an actual conclusion because I want my readers to draw their own. It's not my place to say whether colonized space aliens could be Indigenous. And their connection to the land and to magic is drawn from their shared knowledge, not mysticism, and their culture is idealized because a caring godlike entity helped them to that, not because they're better than anyone. I hope to demonstrate that they are all people, first and foremost. Because we're going to be spending time in Septarsis! So much time! And Toffee has officially been promoted to main character status! It's Star and Marcie AND the Forces of Evil, babey!

But there's a lot of characters here. So, for the second and final time, 

Dramatis Personae:

Star - Star doesn't know what to do. She has everything she ever wanted, even if she doesn't realize it. She has no future responsibilities, having passed that to Eclipsa, but she is still special and important, being the most powerful magic-user ever to exist and the only one who can fix the dark magic, and Toffee doesn't even seem to hate her. Sílthéy does, though, and that is a sticking point. Star is much less oblivious now, though even her oblivious former self would probably pick up on the bad vibes Sílthéy is actively sending her way. She wants everyone to see how hard she's working to make everything better, but Sílthéy doesn't, and that is unbearable. Add that to Shinjai avoiding her and Marcie growing distant, and she has very little time for introspection, even if that would help fix things.

Marcie - Marcie is done with Mewni. She can't believe she believed the Butterflys' lies for so long. She's going to devote herself to Septarsis as fervently as she did Mewni. She just... she doesn't want to bother anyone, or take anyone's time. Why should she get attention paid to her, when there are stronger and smarter magic users out there who could do so much to actually help the world? Marcie is small and useless, and clearly so easily tricked. Better to work on herself before she brings anyone else into her orbit. Also, Star keeps making bad decisions, and Marcie's boundaries are pushing her away too... maybe it's better to do everything alone.

Ludo - Ludo is having a great time! He's earned the trust of some of the monsters in the Avarius village, his plumbing has been fixed, and Pemma is teaching him how to use the Avarius Beacon! Certainly nothing bad is going to happen to him or anyone he cares about! :D

Buff Frog - I'll confess here: Buff Frog is not a huge part of s5. He'll appear in the finale, but he's not a fighter anymore, and lives a peaceful life in Septarsis. He still has fond feelings for Star, but he's not too worried about her. She's strong, and he has twelve young froglets to take care of. She'll be fine on her own... right?

Toffee - Una'met Co'tzin-Nekohtzaca, Last Child of Old Septarsis, The Forces of Evil, Kéta'cha For the Dragon of Space, is doing FINE. They're definitely not five bad seconds away from a total mental breakdown, definitely not, that would be bad for everyone involved, and they are a calm, peaceful, certified not-doing-bad-things-er. The fact that everyone is almost certainly going to die a horrible death from dark magic is fine. They just have to cram thirty-plus years of training into the rapidly-dwindling time before the entire multiverse is dead. They barely know Star Butterfly, except that she's too good for things like "basic training" and "reading." How are they going to do this? And why won't Sílthéy tell them why she caused this in the first place? Well, they do know one thing, which is they can't tell Star about that.

Jackie - Jackie is done with Star Butterfly. She's talked to... someone, and done some digging, and that only served to verify the book she was given in s4. She doesn't know anything about Mewni save for what the book told her, but she can't believe that she trusted the family that doomed her dimension.

Janna - Janna doesn't like this apocalypse. No chance of survival is boring. So she's going to do what she can to help out. Also, she's been keeping her own secrets, secrets that might hold the key to survival.

Tom - Tom isn't angry anymore. He's not angry at Eclipsa for keeping Miquiz locked up, he's not angry for the Butterflys for spreading the dark magic that's thrown the Underworld into chaos, he's not angry that he keeps being left out of things. He's. Not. Angry. Anymore!

Moon - Moon didn't kill her mother. She didn't. It was Toffee, Toffee who couldn't come up with some loophole, Toffee who couldn't forget a conversation that happened when they were a child, Toffee who aimed the arrow at Comet's chest. And her holding onto anger isn't what's driving Star away from her, it's Toffee. They're the one driving her daughter away from her! But as cold reality and remaining dark secrets loom behind her, her brittle facade is beginning to crumble.

Glossaryck - Glossaryck misses when he and Star got along. Yeah, he's destroying her dimension, and everyone in it, and her, all to win kudos from his family, but it really sucks that Star won't give him the time of day anymore. He used to be her wise old mentor! Geez, she was going to die anyways, that's what mortals do! Might as well get along before it happens!

River - River is tired of being left out of the loop. He doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't know what to do. Moon barely speaks to him, she's always busy with Eclipsa, or whatever. But he might be the thing Moon needs, if she would only let him in.

Angie - Angie doesn't know if she should have had Mariposa. Sure, Mari is wonderful, and she loves her, and she DID NOT have a baby to replace Marcie dear god why were the svtfoe writers like that – *ahem* but the multiverse is ending, and Mariposa is just a baby... she didn't want to bring a baby into this world just to have them all die.

Rafael - Rafael is worried about Star. He's worried there's nothing he and Angie can do to help her. He's worried about Marcie. She seems really stressed about the dark magic. But he's the calm, goofy dad, so he's going to keep being that, and praying it'll help somehow. 

Mariposa - Mariposa is fresh to the world, and doesn't understand much of anything yet. But everyone is worried she won't survive long enough to understand the world at all.

Kelly - Kelly is chilling. Apparently Star and Marcie are off on a trip to Septarsis, but that's none of her business as long as art classes and hangouts with Nova and Jorby go well. She might drop by to visit, though.

Miss Heinous - Saint Olga is dead. Miss Heinous's one reason for existing, her greatest love and greatest enemy, the robot who raised her, is dead. What does Miss Heinous do now?

Meteora - Meteora's doing great. She's won popular opinion, she's training to be a true Crown Princess, or at least a high-ranking official, if Sílthéy's democracy takes off. She's stepped into her role as a leader, far more than her mother could claim. But that's fine. Not everyone is suited for leadership.

Eclipsa - Eclipsa has an albatross around her neck. She is doing her best to ignore it, to be a good queen, to love her people, but... she cannot get away from the child she killed. Would it be easier if she was just always evil, not done one evil act out of rage and grief? Well, she knows what happened to her mother. What does she do now?

Globgor - Globgor is doing his best. He's a little miffed by Sílthéy mistrusting him, as her first big act of s5 will be to demonstrate how little he's valued as a Legitimate Voice of the Monsters, but really, who can complain. There's so much else going on, who cares if he fades into the background?

Shinjai - Shinjai gets the wand. Shinjai does not want the wand, and the circumstances surrounding her getting the wand are ridiculous, but she gets it, and she hates it, and she can't control it. Unlike Star, her inability to control the wand makes her not want to use the wand at all lest she hurt someone with it. Oh, and Star keeps wanting to teach her fun spells now that she's been handed this nuclear bomb of a magic wand, and Shinjai does not want to deal with Star. She hasn't forgiven Star. She doesn't want to forgive Star. She'll ignore Star as much as she can, and focus instead on Alice and the teen militia, which is much more fun. She loves Alice. She loves learning to fight, learning to battle the most dangerous people in the multiverse and win WITHOUT the help of a wand. She'd be doing great, if her past would stop knocking at her door.

Rasticore - Rasticore's worried about his partner. Una is fraying at the seams trying to fix everything, and he has the feeling they're not telling him something. But what else is new? He'll wait. He has friends to make, a new teenage militia to help train, and a Miss Heinous to keep from destroying Septarsis stone by stone. He's endlessly patient. When Una wants to talk to him, he'll be there for them. He just... has... to... wait...

Mina - Mina is trying to destroy the world. She doesn't tell her followers that, no, they don't even know the dark magic is a thing, but she wants Glossaryck to win and the Solarian Age, of which she is the last remnant, to end everything with it. So she'll destroy the world, and fulfill Solaria's dream of taking the Forces of Evil with her.

Lilacia - Lilacia is, somehow, a spoiler. Like, legitimately, the Princess Formerly Known as Ponyhead's role in s5 is a spoiler, and not for magic power-up speech cliché reasons. But she's still her dumb, ditzy self, of course.

Still Unnamed Mystery Character - "Stella" is still mysterious, but I promise you we'll get who she is and her backstory in this part ;)

Alice - Alice is wary of the new Mewman presence on the outskirts of Septarsis. She knows why they're there, but she's still extremely suspicious. She does not want them to hurt Septarsis. But she doesn't know that the true danger comes a little closer to home.

Teyauh - Teyauh is also a spoiler, but she'll be there!

Linda - Linda loves her wife, and will follow her anywhere, but Teyauh will have to accept that her knees don't work how they used to, so Linda will have to follow in a suit of POWER ARMOR, BABY!

Nova - Nova is part of the Nuxalkmc, an Indigenous tribe native to the Northwestern Turtle Island, and she loves that about herself. Now that Kelly and her dimensional scissors are here, she can finally explore the multiverse to find new places and see if they're anything like home. Septarsis is one of those places, and she loves it at first sight.

Dr. Edevane - Dr. Edevane is a doctor. He and Toffee have a lot to nerd out talk about together. He will be useful, too.

Dennis - Dennis is busy reigning in dozens of siblings, including Ludo. It's a busy life, but a happy one. Nothing bad whatsoever will happen to him! (I'm lying)

Chloe - Chloe doesn't know this "Star Butterfly" person, but she's very suspicious. But man, Mewni would be such a cool place to visit... so much magic! ...No, she needs to concentrate on being mad. And she is mad. She wants Earth to be like Mewni, like it deserves to be.

Hekapoo - Hekapoo doesn't like her dad's plan. He says it'll work out, it's fine, but the plan is... questionable. She doesn't like it. And she definitely isn't getting conflicting feelings about puppeteering her brother around, either...

Rhombulus - Ṯ̶̡̧̧̡̧̠͉̻̦̜̭͚̰̪̣̬̠̦̲̹̯̯̮̹̰̺̣̳̬̳̬͙̙̞̹͚͖̼̲̰̼̻̭͇̘̻̹͔̝͌͐̀̇̓̀́̄̇̓̊̚ͅH̶̛̠̽̎̇̽̉̃̔͒̽̈́͌͝Ȩ̸̢̧̛̛͔̭͍̪͈͚̮̘͙̭̳͍̺͖̗͇͍̘̱̉̽͑̆̌̓̆͛̓̌̈́̐̾͑̅͂͗̔̽̌̋̈́̎̈́́̓̓͌̆̄͐̀̋̅͂̒̓̔͗̈͊̊͆̄̒͘͘̚͘͝͝͠͠͠͠ͅ ̷̧̪̰͈̺̯̳̙̳̹̙̣͔̗̜̫̗̲̠̙̝̠̯̻̯̩͈͇͉̞̙͙͈̲̻̹̰̳̣̤̣̀́̐͆͜͜͜ͅͅK̵̨͎̙̩͓̘͇̳̩̲̝̳̼̖̯̘͖̹͙̪̰͙͔̤̭̘͖̖̪̬͓͚̫̦̝̠͍̙̊͛̏̈́͛́̒̈́͂͜͜͜͝ͅÍ̸̡̧̨̨̥͍̮̮͇̟͈͙̩̥͙̥͖͚͉̬̟̻̹̰̟̘͓̪̦̹͈̺̤̜̣̺͉̘͕̮̲͓̳͍͈͍̜̯̯̘̪͙̩͛́̐̆̈́͗͋̔̐̒̌̚͜ͅT̵̨̟̲̑̅̑̕̚T̶̨̨̨̛̞͖̻̖̞̹̜͉̦͓̣̠̗̘̣̺̲̹̘̻͎̤̝̤̜̞̜̳̭͎̲͙̮͓͕̼͇̘̃̈́̑̅͐̆͛͊̎̀̈́̔̐̂͛͒̎̕͜͜Ę̴̟̻͍͓̲̙͙̬̺̖̘͎̺̯͐̍̀͊̊̃̃̐̒̊̽̅̉̒̇̎̒͗͆̓͋͂̍̎̈̓́́͌̈͌̕͘̕̕͜͝͝͠͝͝Ņ̷̡̥͕̞̘͙͇̪̺̯͕̪͖̗̙͖̭̻̳͙͖̯̺̟̳̟̪̼̤̞̘̯̘̥̏́̊̾̓̀͐̑̈́͛͊͜͝͝͝S̸̨̨̨̡̤͕͚͈̻̯̫̯̦̖̣͈͔͉͚̠̪̮͚̳͈͇̯̱̯̙̙̬͎̝̪̬̦̙͇̝̲̤̰̃͒̓͒̾̀̋̎̊̈̀́̐̎̇͜͝ͅ ̵̧̧̛̣͉͕̤̻͔̰̜̺̮̘̞̠͓͚̹̗͒͐̽́̆̈́́̏̀̎̋͌̔́̌͗̎̍̉̀̃͌͂̎̽̿̃͂̎̽̌̈́̄́̀́̓̿̅́̎͆̾̆͑͌̔̿̑́́̕̕̕͝͝͝M̸̢̡̨̭͓̘͙̟̩̦͎̤̟̮̤͍͔̝̑̀̅̊̑̊́̂̈͑̽͋̃̑͋͐̆͆͊̈́́̋͑̋͜͝I̸̡̛̖̺͇͎͕̗̹̦̦̻̻̙͈͔̮̭̤̺͚͙͙͖̱̙͚̣̼̠̺̘̐̄͋͒̒͗̎̓͐͗͛̊̀̓̄̅̆̇̐͒̄̌̔͗̒̎̃̒̊̍̋͐̊͛͘͠͝͝��S̴̨̡̡̨̲̖̺̭̺̱̰͎͓͇̰̙͙̩̯̺̖̲̥̜͖̦̙̹̜̻͙̠͉͇̲̲͍̞͚̭̯͕͋͐̌̾̈́̄͐̇̔͜͝͝Ş̴̢̨̢̝̬̤̯̗̞̳̟̞̲̠̮͇̻͙͖̻̜̺̘̑̑̆̈́̇͋͗͒͒́̅́́̚̕͝ ̷̨̡̡̛̛͚̩̣̠̠̹̘̟̼̘̤͇͖͓̙̺̙̮͚̫̺͖̠͇͙̏̆̋̆̀̅̓̔͋̐̐͛̃̾̃̿̓́̑̇̏̈̉͊̂̍̾͑̐̈́̀̑͑̈́̏͗̇͋̀̆́̍̊̃̀͐͘̚̚͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅḨ̶̨̧̻̺̟͚̠͍̗͙̗̹͇̗̦͔͕̮̦͖͔̝͚̟̖̖͉̾̔͒̓̋̀̔̅̿̈̑͆̀̇̇̄̈́́͋̿͐͆̔̂̈́͋̈́̊̊̈́̓̈́͋̕͘͝͝͝I̷̡̡̢̨̹͎̼̻̖̗̭̫̩̣̬̻̦̠̗̰̥͕̗̟̯̰͉͙̯͖̦͚̟̖̞͍̦̙̯̲̲̖̲̲̜͚̓̍͜ͅM̶̧̡̢̧̧̙̥̭̲̖̦͙̘̙͈͓͖̩̜̦͍̦̘͍̘͕̳̜̱͚̥̹͓͕͉͔͕̫̺̮͕̳͖͉̭̺͙̠͖̥͕͖͙̜̉͑͛̎̓̈́͐͋̐̀̏̊̀̽͋̈́͊̄͌̋̌̐̓̄̉̓͒̕̕͝͠͠͝ͅͅͅ

Reynaldo - Reynaldo looks and looks and he does and does, but he does not win this bet. It is the thing he wants most, that he will do all sorts of terrible, horrible-things-that-make-him-want-to-throw-up to get. What is it? 

Omnitraxus Prime - Omni will do anything to protect the multiverse. Including trusting zir dad, who is looking more untrustworthy by the day, and trusting Mina, who was never trustworthy in the first place. Mina has much more training than Star, and strong magical ability from spending three hundred years close to the wand, and it's the best option... right?

Necahua - Necahua is a mess currently, and being a mess leaves you more open to mistakes. Uh oh! Una still loves them, though. 

In fact, I made a short story in my creative writing class about the relationships between Una'met, Necahua, and Cayeto, since I feel they got overlooked in the main story. Yes, no one in my class had any idea what was going on. I'll post it next, before chapters 1 and 2 of s5.

Cayeto - Cayeto is also in the short story. He doesn't play a huge role in the main plot, but he is just another reason Toffee does the things they do. He died hoping that Una and Necahua, specifically, survived, and Necahua died, so he does not have the best grip on reality.

Xocochiapal - Xoco is the de-facto ghost leader of the ghosts now. No legislation without representation, right? Toffee does most of the work, but she's in charge when they can't address a thing right away. She was right despite everyone else blindly going to their deaths, and now everyone knows it. She also was the highest-ranked Septarian to become a ghost, and her hatred of the Mewman occupation is a clear and strong motivation.

Tecoloa - Tecoloa is the voice of reason. The good one. She died protecting her elementary school class from the worst of the heat, and that caring nature has translated into protecting everyone she can. 

Sílthéy - Sílthéy is a character now, and OH BOY is she happy about it. She hates Star and will never get over it, and she loves to remind Star of that fact. She feels immense guilt for what happened with Septarsis, and will never get over that, either. She is a mess, but she's been hiding her messiness for 0/0 years, so she's a pro. And it's not like anyone here can stop her from being a mess, can they? So she'll go on being a mess in her corner, and she'll be fine. Her hobbies include storytelling, dissing Star, and doing the most bizarre stuff in the background of any given scene. She owns her weirdness. She's annoying, but that just makes her more fun to write.

Mocel - Mocel is mad at Eclipsa. She's mad at all Mewmans, really. She cares a lot about Miquiz, and she hates that he's locked up while she, with her lightweight ash body, can sneak out whenever she likes. The world isn't fair, and she knows it.

Miquiz - Miquiz is dying a second time. The dark magic wound on his chest is expanding. He doesn't want to leave, not without seeing the sun again, but he may not have a choice. He doesn't want to leave without saying something to Eclipsa, but again, no choice. He doesn't know what to do.

Tecolo - Tecolo is just vibin. He wants to see Ludo again, and he will, but he's mostly busy having fun with his dead and living relatives after centuries floating in the void.

[star-going-supernova]

It's that time of year, which means...

I have once again written 50,000 words in November! 🎉🎉🎉 That makes six years in a row, babey!!

I didn't use the official NaNo website this year, so no graph, but my gosh, we still have over a week of the month left! Who needs a graph with a new record like that, lol! I actually think I hit 50k a few days ago, but I didn't bother counting up my words until yesterday.

Murder Drones could not have put me in a stranglehold at a better time, lol, because every one of those words is for MD fic. ❤️

(still using my nano tag for record-keeping purposes)

[asoftspotforangels]

so I was tagged three times lately so I am putting it all in one post XD

from least to most difficult askfhjadkhfjkdlhaf

from @hardboiledteacozy 💝

⟡ rules : answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

⟡ fav color : green 💚

⟡ last song : Moment's Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier

⟡ last movie : Barbie (I haven't seen any movie since last year lol). tv series - 1670

⟡ currently reading : I just finished I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy and started 1F: Fukushima I Nuclear Power Plant Work Log by Tatsuta Kazuto

⟡ currently watching : Dungeon Meshi 🍳

⟡ currently craving : some nice juicy oranges 😔 if anyone has tips on how to choose the best oranges, let me know pls

⟡ coffee or tea : I like coffee only if it's a sweet treat (so with milk and sugar or some sugary syrup); tea, however !! 🥰 a few days ago I opened a blend I got who knows how many years ago and from where or from whom, it's green and white tea, and it's soooo gooood~

from @minnichan 💗

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people. my url is too long for that lol

I have a playlist for songs I currently listen to, let's see if it's enought to complete this game… there's not a huge variety of artists tho ^^"

A - Appaloosa by Lor S - Sinktank by Inabakumori O - Overdose by Natori (hi minni!!!! I saw a cover of it in one of your asks lately!!! :3) F - fanfiction by Lor (yes, that's a lyrics video on their official channel xd) T - Tail by Sunmi (when will she come back to Poland TT__TT) S - Sweet Dream from Alien Stage by C!naH / by BL8M (I have both versions on my playlist, yeah) P - Post Shelter by Inabakumori O - Order of Silence from Genshin (ost from Cyno's demo) T - Trafalgar Square by Lor F - FightSong by Eve O - Overture from Jesus Christ Superstar 1996 R - Ruler Of My Heart from Alien Stage ( ‼ spoilers from Alien Stage here ‼ cw: blood, violence, death, panic attack) A - agaki (亜ガキ) by Ora (sometimes the background music skips between left and right side and I love it) N - Nonsense Bungaku by Eve G - A Gentleman's Fantasy from Honkai Star Rail (amazing boss theme!!) E - Ezra Was Right by Grandbrothers (this one starts quite slowly, if you're impatient you can start at 3:15 xD) L - Lagtrain by Inabakumori S - $hrek 2 by Lor (cw: guys without shirts fighting at school)

Lor is a Polish band that I recommend with my whole heart :3

many Eve's MVs are like short animes, I love them so so much

the whole Alien Stage is quite short, because it's basically made of music videos and there's less than 10 rn (here's a playlist for anyone interested) (but it can be quite triggering sometimes)

fuck gachas and their gambling, but genshin and star rail have amazing music

here's a very fun fact: I started listening to Eve and Inabakumori last year on April 17 and May 4 respectively, so about a year ago!!

from @dangerliesbeforeyou 💖

list 5 topics i can talk on for an hour without preparing any material

this one's difficult!!!! because I can endlessly talk about my fandoms and blorbos........only. I don't feel knowledgeable on anything specific, but I could, however, ramble on about my interests

I'm back to that Stardew Valley Grind™ rn so I could talk a lot about my farm. my first farm. year three, winter, and it's probably the ugliest farm you've ever seen. and. and also. my cyhaino sdv au brainrot. 😳

genshin, especially my ultimate blorbo Alhaitham 🌱 idk, I just like this guy, I saw first leaks and I was like 👉 this guy. this is my dude.

my babeys blue lions from fire emblem 3 houses 😭 I chose them in my first playthrough and I still do NOT care about anyone else (that's an exaggeration, I care about others, but... not as much... 😔) also, Sylvain is there and flirty red guys are my ultimate weakness. I know he can, just, switch to your house if you're playing female Byleth (lol), but I don't want to separate him from his friends 😭 they're all traumatised and need hugs

painting and drawing! lately I fell back in love in traditional art and I picked up acrylic painting, and I'm watching a lot of videos and learning a lot - by my own trial and error too, but it's fun!

various handcraft I learned - embroidery, crocheting, knitting, punch needle, sewing - and stuff I created. I don't do all these all the time, only when I feel like it so.....irregularly lol! but I have lots of ideas and some plans, and unfinished works

tagging: @natowe @one-trash-alek @hardboiledteacozy @dangerliesbeforeyou @minnichan

@vanyafresita @giosele @shuuenka @thebrokenwriter911

tagging everyone for everything, do whichever you want or nothing at all, no pressure ✨

(but I love reading other people's answers :3)

pretty dividers from @cafekitsune (x)

[advnterccs-archive]

Rick Sanchez's Halloween Bash

WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB --- This is the first Halloween party event that I'll be putting together. So if shit doesn't go well, blame me (because I know Rick will blame me plenty.)

So, what is this? Rick decided to throw a Halloween party this year. Call it a distraction of sorts. He's definitely not trying to track down a guy from some 40 year long revenge plan. Oh, no, it was all preparations for this party. And looks like you're invited!

When will it be? Through-out the entire month of October, but the actual party will be held from October 21st to October 31st (this is for thread's sake and mun's sake to make sure we do all that we planned through the party!)

Alright, alright, so how do I get invited? Easy! Just give this post a like and I'll come into your inbox with the official invitation! I'll be reblogging this through-out September, so plenty enough time to get invited. However, if you don't have an official invitation, you're allowed to crash the party. Rick literally doesn't care.

If you plan on making posts (which is highly encouraged, please do so!), make sure to tag it as "Rick Sanchez Halloween bash" (please do so in normal text so it's easier to blacklist if someone doesn't want to see it.)

"Come to my fuckin' party, booze, music, drugs, sex, wh-whatever, i-it's all here, babey!"

[hiddenbeks]

oc questions tag

tagged by @hibernationsuit !! thank youuuu 💜

tagging @rosykims @aevallare @abetterbeginning @gortash @wrenanigans if u want to do this, no pressure! don't remember who's done this recently so i'm sorry if ur getting spammed with this bc of me hehe

anyway it's celyn time babey.. been thinking abt her a lot lately <3

name: celyn surana

nickname(s): uhhh. cel? i gotta think of some cute descriptive nicknames for her that others would teasingly use but i'm drawing a blank rn. will have to ruminate more.

she only lets Very Close Friends call her by any nickname btw. jowan (being her only friend lol) was the only person in the circle who got to call her cel. only andrale and carver have earned this privilege since (andrale only ever calls her celyn tho). leliana earns it as well ten years later during inquisition lol

gender: cis female

star sign: uhhh she was born on the 27th of firstfall which is the thedas equivalent of november sooo sagittarius??

height: 159 cm. my second shortest oc and the same height as me hehe <3

orientation: bisexual!

nationality: fereldan i guess. she was born in ferelden and raised in ferelden's circle of magi but she doesn't have a strong Fereldan Identity. she's not celyn from ferelden she's just... celyn...

favorite fruit: uuuhh apples

favorite season: i'm tempted to say winter bc her aesthetic is so cold and wintery but i think she would prefer a warmer season. maybe mid to late fall actually. she enjoys the gloom and fall colors and the rainy and stormy weather

favorite flower: i wonder if she's ever even seen a live plant actually. i wonder if there are any indoor greenhouses in the circle. wow i'm suddenly making myself sad thinking abt how she's barely seen any nature in her 19 years of life. anyway uhhh!!! gentians are her favorite actually look at how pretty they are

favorite scent: ghghjgh i struggle with any scent or smell related questions bc i have anosmia so idk what things smell like lmao. let's say uhhh whatever a spruce forest smells like. nice n fresh i imagine

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: she's a coffee gal... had to check if coffee exists in thedas and apparently it does and is a major export of antiva. fascinating. anyway she drinks coffee to stay awake late at night reading and studying (forbidden) magic. she enjoys the silence of the night and is at her most productive during that time

average hours of sleep: during her time in the circle i guess it was like... 5-6 maybe? as i said she tends to stay up late and i bet circle inhabitants are expected to wake up crazy early like 6am or sth. it doesn't get any better after leaving the circle bc andrale also expects everyone to get up and moving crazy early. and after officially becoming a warden it gets even worse when she starts having Warden Nightmares ahah

dog or cat person: cat person! she's a bit like morrigan when it comes to dogs. thinks they're stupid n gross lol. though she does eventually warm up to the dog (named assan by andrale <3) in dao.

dream trip: honestly anywhere is fine she is full of wanderlust... what living in a tower for 19 years does to a gal... the whole blight adventure is a dream trip to her i bet. yes she has to fight darkspawn and a horrible death is around every corner but consider: she gets to see ancient elven ruins and denerim and orzammar... so many sights to see and so many new experiences! she feels so alive! and she gets to use her powers to their full extent!! she gets to hone her skills beyond what the circle allowed!!! not that the circle's rules stopped her from studying outlawed magic in secret but like. now she doesn't have to do it in secret anymore.

a trip to tevinter would also be interesting from a purely academic standpoint. nevarra as well because it's more liberal with magic than most of thedas but also safer for her than tevinter? so basically she would like to see the whole world but especially places where she gets to expand her knowledge on magic...

favorite fictional character: in a real world au her favorite fictional character would be morgana pendragon from bbc merlin. this is not at all influenced by the fact that one of my inspirations for her was morgana pendragon from bbc merlin,

number of blankets they sleep with: hmmmm one

random fact: i'm sharing two random facts bc i can't decide which one of these is more interesting or whatev:

celyn is basically the toph to andrale's katara. they have somewhat clashing personalities and differing views on teamwork and the sharing of camp chores... andrale expects everyone to contribute while celyn only looks after herself. also despite her excitement she's kinda terrified to be out in the real world but she won't let it show!! so she acts hyper-independent!!! unfortunately for her andrale can see right through this facade and she calls celyn out on it (she tries to be gentle and constructive about it but she's had it with celyn's shit and fails). so. yea. my point is they argue a lot at first lol! but they become great friends once celyn learns teamwork and communication and andrale loosens up a little

whenever she does fire magic she makes the flames hot enough for them to turn blue, purely for the aesthetic. she also enjoys other ways of showing off with her magic and she was Very competitive in the circle. she simply had to be the best in her class and let the other students know that she was above them. most of her fellow students could not stand her because of this <3

[poignardeparlebeau]

got tagged by beloved @portokali tyyy <3

are you named after anyone? yeah im greek. mom's side.

when was the last time you cried? last week! frustration crying due to family stuff and a lot of other things building up, bc repression yay!!

do you have kids? god no.

do you use sarcasm a lot? me? noooooo (yes)

what sports do you play? used to but not anymore and kinda miss it tbh. maybe i will try again this year. either volley again or officially trying football. we'll see if i actually have time.

what’s the first thing you notice about people? hmmmm their eyes i guess? their expressions? if they like me or not? im not sure really, their comfort level with me? it depends on the person and if i know them.

what’s your eye color? brown

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings babey!!!! im a sucker and a romantic (and also a big scaredy cat)

any special talents? making delicious rice everytime i make some

where were you born? greece (sigh)

what are your hobbies? atm drawing and reading and playing video games. im trying to slowly incorporate some exercise into my life but we shall see. also movies and series bc i NEED to finish with this fucking degree

do you have pets? no :(

how tall are you? 170cm so 5'5 i think? (the internet says yes)

favorite subject in school? hmm well not in the last years of it but language and literature always favourites bc im a NERD. and of course art bc she let me draw in my corner and praised me.

dream job? storyteller!!! either as a screenwriter or an artist or an animator. whatever suits me best at the stage of life i am in and the story i wanna say

tagging @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylifevenever @alalumin @loukoumia @darkside-cookies @amaliatheartist and whoever else wants to do it!!!

[just-a-cup-of-anxietea]

End of the Year Book Tag 2023

Tagged by @the---hermit! Thanks friend!!

Are there any books you started this year that you need to finish?

AHAHA yes. Very much yes. I have SO many books that I started this year and need to finish; it's honestly pretty ridiculous. I think the official number is something like...36? So, yea. I'd say of those 36, I only intend to actually finish 4-6 by year's end. (Two of those are textbooks for courses that end in December.) I have a very long list of books that I "need" to finish, but I'm flexible on the timeline.

Do you have an autumnal book to transition into the end of the year?

Not really, no. I've just been doing my best to keep my head above water lately, so I haven't been doing book (read: vibe) planning or, like, conscious book transitions. I suppose I probably should find an autumnal book, though, huh? Would be nice! Cozy vibes are always good. I am writing this now while on break, and I have a bit of time to make that Deliberate Choice of an Autumn Book Selection. (Any suggestions, anyone?)

Is there a new release you're still waiting for?

YES!! Marissa Meyer's With a Little Luck comes out on February 13, 2024. Not this year, so I don't know if that's exactly what this question is asking, BUT I'M VERY EXCITED FOR IT. Ali Hazelwood's Bride is also coming in Feb of next year, Feb 6, and I'm pretty stoked! (I've been reading more romcoms lately, and it shows.) I can't think of any releases I'm waiting for between now and Dec 31, 2023 though.

What are three books you want to read before the end of the year?

I'm still finishing up the 23 books in '23 list. I just finished The Alchemy of Architecture by Ken Tate and Duke Tate (finished literally ten minutes ago lol), but I'm still trying to get to O Pioneers! by Willa Cather, The Lost Art of Reading Nature's Signs by Tristan Gooley, and Beyond the Last Oasis by Ted Edwards. (Planning to update that 23 books in '23 list very, very soon on my studyblr! YAY FOR BREAK AND HAVING TIME!)

Is there a book you think could still shock you and become your favourite book of the year?

I mean, I think if I anticipate the shock, it’s not really shock anymore, is it? So no. But ALSO, in a less pedantic sense, I think maybe I could really like How Far the Light Reaches by Sabrina Imbler. I've read quite a few good books this year though, so we shall see!

Have you already started making reading plans for next year?

Oh, I’ve got a TBR that could stretch to Mars on TNR size .2 font, babey! The exhaustive list is, as always, available on my Goodreads. I do have specific plans and lists that I'm hoping to enact next year, though, yeah. Of those, I've got the 24 books in 2024 list (tentative, still making decisions about what I'll Officially Include), the Intro to Philosophy list (lots of Nietzsche, Jung, and Plato), the Psychology list (covering all things from neuroanatomy to neurotoxins to cognitive sci), and the Environmental Science list (lots of eco-anxiety fodder). From these lists, I'm particularly looking forward to Your Brain on Art: How the Arts Transform Us by Susan Magsamen and Ivy Ross, Wolf Wilder by Katherine Rundell, Hurricane Lizards and Plastic Squid by Thor Hanson, and The Republic by Plato.

No pressure tagging: @noa-the-physicist @daydreaming-optimist @nettlewildfairy @courageisneverforgotten @obesecamels @deirdrerose @permanentreverie @dinosnaurnuggets @willowstea @senatorhotcheeto and anyone else who wants to!

[doubleddenden]

I posted 12,226 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

2,292 posts created (19%)

9,934 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@frivilosity

@trailblazes

@youseiaoi

@daefromjay6

@importedglue891

I tagged 3,127 of my posts in 2022

#toonami - 2,145 posts

#one piece - 521 posts

#nart - 321 posts

#assassination classroom - 243 posts

#lupin the 3rd part 6 - 214 posts

#made in abyss - 158 posts

#shenmue - 121 posts

#pokemon - 119 posts

#yashahime - 95 posts

#attack on titan - 76 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#especially assholes who want to take your very trivial and non important/impactful opinion and want to use it as an excuse to virtue signal

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Most Pokémon NPCs: oh, you took a step! What a big boy! Here's 5 Max Revives! Here's a free heal! You're so cool and great! You're the greatest trainer ever! Here's a TM! You're doing so good! You want my house? You want this Pokémon I've had since I was a kid? God, You're so great!

Cylene: pull your weight or die in the wild. Your choice. Oh, you caught some powerful Pokémon and nearly died several times over to do it? Great, here's a recipe. Now get back to work, asshole

492 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#4

I knew Pokémon would have a tumblr sexyman in Scarlet and Violet, and I really thought it would be this

Or this

But of course, PokeTumblr's new babygirl is this sad man

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846 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#3

A quick look at the timeline since we last checked in

Sonic Frontiers has a song by ONE OK GO and one version says "Fuck the pain away"

Disney proves it truly listens to what fans do not want by making live action Pinocchio, Little Mermaid, and Mufasa, which is a prequel to the much behated live action Lion King

HBO Max nuked a bunch of its animated shows for tax write offs

Uncle Grandpa almost survived with one episode called "Fleas Help Us" before being deleted

Summer Camp Island literally had a whole season ready

WB canned a completed Batgirl movie after spending $98 million. For tax write offs.

FBI raided Trump's Florida home and found hundreds of stolen top secret files, and one includes nuclear defense details on a foreign nation. Yeah he's in very hot shit

Biden administration opens the path for forgiveness for $10k-$20k of student loans, MS decides to tax anyone that gets it

When the Republicans got offended the White House Official Twitter Account revealed the MILLIONS of PPP loans the nay sayers had forgiven individually

NASA Is trying to GET US BACK ON THE MOON BABEY WOOOOOOOOO but unfortunately they had to scrub 2 launches because of engine troubles and a leak

But it's cool! It's cool! They gotta get it right because the end goal is to try and establish a MOTHERFUCKING MOON BASE!!! SOMEBODY HIGH FIVE ME

A machine on Mars the size of a lunch box made about as much oxygen as a small tree, prompting some to think we could have oxygen mines for future manned Marsian missions

Leonardo DiCaprio breaks up with another woman who just turned 25

JK Rowling wrote a book about totally not her being harassed by the very people she demonizes every day as a racist antisemitic ableist TERF and embarrassed herself in front of God and the internet again

After years of failing to sell on the market, Sony makes the decision to INCREASE the price of the PS5 despite only 5 people other than Crypto Dorks having them

Nintendo follows up by revealing they have no plans to change prices, which we all been knew because they still sell years old ports for $60

Gendy Tartokovsky's Primal aired a Dinosaur literally laying eggs up close and personal from its cloaca (side note do dinosaurs have those?)

Gendy is also apparently at the helm of a second PPG reboot in the works

She-Hulk Twerked

Looney Tunes officially ships Bugs X Daffy

3 Avatar Movies in the works. No not the blue people- well yes those too but I meant the one about the bald kid, the second one about Zuko, and the third about Korra

Blue people avatar has a movie coming in December

Reigen Arataka from Mob Psycho 100 wins Twitter poll for Twink Supreme

Reigen does absolutely nothing and wins Ultimate DILF

In an ultimate final clash, Reigen just barely loses to Sans Undertale for Tumblr Sexyman

Tobyfox wrote fanfic about it and posted it to Twitter

On the same exact fucking day Sans defeats Reigen, the Queen of England DIED. Tv stations in mourning across the globe. Meanwhile Irish people and other people directly negatively impacted by colonization by the crown cheered and partied and tumblr and twitter released the crabs 🦀

This is as of September 10th, 2022, not told in any particular chronological order

This has been the look at the timeline, and no, the year is not over yet

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954 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#2

Pokemon: we made the darkest Pokemon game ever, Legends Arceus, where wild Pokemon will try to knock you out, you're forced to work or die in the wild, you're stripped away from your home and everything you love, and you're forced to live in a strange and uninhabited land. Don't worry, you'll be able to befriend the Pokemon, befriend the locals, and just maybe you'll make it :)

Digimon: hold my beer, because I'm about to toss 8 kids and a grandpa into an unfamiliar world, kill a few of them on screen very painfully with no room for misinterpretation, and psychologically scar the shit out of them AND the player

Pokemon: W-WHY???

Digimon:

981 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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5,280 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[lord-shitbox]

all of the numbers i dont got time to count

what is your favorite color to work with? I think like…creamy peach pink, from magenta to orange hues

who is your favorite character to draw? Gozu ad mezu <3 

what song(s) do you listen to when you do art?  Just the usual music. About half the time I stay within the appropriate vibes corner of my music taste to draw so it depends on the tone of the piece..

how often do you draw? I TRY to do at least a little every single day. It ends up being more like every other day though…every day is the ideal

digital or traditional? I amm a digital enjoyer. Traditional is good but I spend all my time on digital. Brb going to do traditional art i love chalk pastel

tag your favorite artists/inspirations! No im scared. Instoh, kikosuu, mintaii, nibeul, cassandrajean

do you prefer sketching, outlining, or coloring? I do not outline I just color the sketch lol. Coloring’s the best out of these I like seeing the image really take (metaphorical) shape. Atmosphere and weight of objects are really set with color

show us at least 2-3 drawings from 1-2 years ago. Ive got so so many from 2yrs ago

what drawing program do you use? (if the artist does digital art) Clip studio paint beloved forever

are you right or left handed? Right 

warm or cool colors?  Warm 

draw one of your favorite characters in 15 seconds.

mezumaru im so sorry

what was something that you used to draw a lot that you don’t draw as much anymore? ,,,gozu and mezu my beloveds..........

when was the last time you did art? just now babey

what kind of tablet do you use? v v  Wacom Intuous S. no-screen kind (i prefer it this way actually)

(alternative for traditional art ) ^ ^  do you work with pencils or pens more often? Pens actually! Most of my traditional art is pen doodling in history hdarhdkgh

how long have you been drawing/ when did you officially “declare” yourself as an artist? Since basically forever. Declared myself an artist late elementary school I think? I’d say I really got serious at the start of 2021 though everything before that was like. ego. 

do you like drawing short hair or longer hair more? Long hair. Oooh flowy (way easier for me)

how often do you get art block? I do not keep track so idk..

draw one of your original characters.

TO-DO

do you use a mac or pc to do (digital) art? Pc. i use my laptop so I can take it places and draw at like school drjdgs

draw your fav as a vampire

TO-DO

how many followers do you have? (on your art blog) An entire 35 people on tublr…. 350 on instagram

where in your house do you usually do art? At my desk in my room

draw urself! (it doesn’t have to be detailed)

TO-DO

ill do the remaining three art ask questions+tag u at a later date ajdsgkjasjadh this is gonna get buried in my drafts if i dont post it rn

[timeturner-jay]

I posted 2,251 times in 2022

That's 1,492 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (3%)

2,194 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@giraffeyla10

@kyoupann

@what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me

@gotogull

@tissueboxesforseals

I tagged 2,191 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#kirby - 1,014 posts

#meta knight - 674 posts

#galacta knight - 291 posts

#magolor - 112 posts

#king dedede - 111 posts

#bandana waddle dee - 101 posts

#morpho knight - 88 posts

#post-it-notes7 - 57 posts

#tumblr culture - 51 posts

#heart and soul series - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#you don't have to be perfect. you just have to do what you can. and if you can't go on.... trust that others will be there to catch you. 🧡

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

Kirby and the Forgotten Lore: My take on KatFL’s relevance to the Kirby timeline.

Warning: This post contains spoilers for Kirby and the Forgotten Land, obviously. 

Now that that’s out of the way, let me explain why I’m making this post. The general community census about the Forgotten Land seems to be that this world was where the Ancients originated; that they were the ones who experimented on ID-F86, whose powers then became the basis of the amazing technology we’ve seen from them. That the Ancients were the ones who left this world behind, to then establish themselves as that famous interstellar society. 

To put it nicely, I find this theory incredibly weak and uninspired. Respectfully. 

Here is why: The Ancients, presumably, have their name for a reason. Their culture rose to power a long time ago, then stayed in power for long enough to become as legendary as they are today, and then fell; so long ago that in modern times, they are only referred to as ‘the Ancients’ anymore. For something on such a grand scale, I would expect each of these intervals to have lasted several thousands of years at least. Likely much longer than that though, since many creatures in the Kirby universe seem to have freakishly long lifespans. 

The ‘Forgotten Lands’, on the other hand? They look like they’ve been abandoned for a few decades at most. Just look at this place-

Sure, it's a little dirty and overgrown, but for the most part, everything in this world is still very intact. The buildings are still standing, their furniture is still there. Machines like cars and light switches are still working just fine. The water pipes are still intact. There's even still paper in many locations.

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109 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

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If the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy came out today, Ford Prefect would be a tumblr sexyman. No, I will not elaborate.

119 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

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AYO, that new Three Hopes trailer tho???

Not AT ALL what I was expecting! I love it though!

First of all, Byleth is your enemy??? OKAY. I love that we're expanding on the Ashen Demon side of their past. Makes sense that there'd be people out there who swore revenge on them back when they were still a mercenary. Though I wonder if that means Byleth won't join the House Leaders at all in this game, since this new main character seems to be doing that instead...

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126 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Meta Knight and Galaxia: An Observation (and maybe a theory)

Earlier today, I was watching a playthrough of Kirby's Return to Dreamland, and as the group was fighting Magolor Soul EX, I noticed something peculiar: 

In his EX form, he uses Galaxia. Huh! I never knew about that! It's gotten my theory brain going a little, I'll admit. How did he get that? Why is there more than one of it to begin with?

If the Master Crown can summon Galaxia, is there some kind of connection between the two relics?

Well. Let's see.

Before the games officially started using the name "Galaxia" (a name that first appeared in the Kirby anime) for the legendary blade, the fan community had a different name for it: the Master Sword. What looks like a tongue-in-cheek reference to Legend of Zelda at first glance actually has some canon basis - in Kirby and the Amazing Mirror, Meta Knight entrusts his sacred sword to Kirby for the final battle. The copy ability Kirby receives thereupon is simply called the "Master ability"; so the sword he got it from must consequently be called the Master Sword, right?

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163 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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what if i carved a thousand statues of you in between killing a bunch of ghosts & demons in a battle royale to become a supreme powerful ghost king over the course of ~10yrs..... and we were both boys 😳

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"ACME Instant Tunnel" Gomens, AzCrow, reasonably explicit, mutual masturbation, Makin' Out, pinin', fuckin', voyeurism, hurt/comfort, weird anxieties, variable genitalia. Aziraphale is a hedonist and Crowley likes to watch. ~6k words

It starts, technically, in the Garden. The first rain is falling: Crowley is sheltered by the angel's wing, a fact he will not stop turning over and over in his mind for the next few millennia. But he's compartmentalized it, and is beginning to fret instead over how to make a satisfactorily cool exit from this sort of emotionally uncomfortable situation.

He looks over, about to say something awful that hasn't been invented yet, like "Better mosey along," or "Catch you on the flipside." And the angel is - hmm. Eyes closed, face tilted up to the sky. His hair gone wet and dark. Skin glistening, droplets rolling carelessly down. Like he's enjoying himself, somehow. Feeling like he shouldn't be witnessing this, he casts his gaze to the ground. He's greeted by the sight of the angel's toes wriggling, what, delightedly? Delightedly, in the dust as it turns into mud on the stone.

What?

On some level Crowley will never fully unpack this. What he knows at this particular moment is that he is intrigued; that there is something about this specific angel, an unrelenting strangeness, an absolute fuck-wild streak that compelled him to give his flaming sword away, and shelter a demon, and do...That, in the rain. What he knows right now is Aziraphale is, at the very least, worth keeping an eye on.

      The first time Crowley admits to himself that something might be afoot, they're in Rome. It's Aziraphale who approaches him, this time. He looks at Crowley like he's ever so grateful to see a familiar face. And he also looks at him like, well,

No, can't be, surely

Crowley is tired and cranky and terribly sober and inclined to be surly, churlish, but this angel is looking at him like he's almost embarrassed to be looking at him in the, the whatever way he's looking at him.

And then he tries tempting Crowley and, oh, Satan, has he been tempting himself this whole time?

It's a lot to work through, is all. Crowley likes beer and wine and scotch and mead because they all do the thing where you don't have to deal so much with the world if you have enough of them. Beyond that, the physicality of consumption hadn't quite caught him. He'd licked honey off the taut stomach of a Polybian soldier, tongue in the valley of his hips; it'd been alright. A piece of coarse brown bread, once, since it had been offered.

But this is Aziraphale, and this is oysters. Crowley nurses a tankard of ale, and he watches. On the half-shell, shimmering iridescent, the briny wetness.

"They look like camel snot," he says.

Aziraphale frowns, but oh, there's something there, something teasing, something daring. "Hush," he says. "They're lovely. And there's a special sauce. Not that they need it, particularly, but it is nice." He leans in towards his plate and inhales, his eyes drifting shut.

Crowley shifts in his seat. This is. Well, it is - something, certainly. And he's fixated, on the angel's plump fingers delicately picking up a shell, and holding it up to his lips; fixated on the line of his neck as he tilts his head back, and sucks the flesh into his mouth; as he swallows; as he moans, almost, a pleased little noise. As he puts the shell down, and nestles each successive shell atop it, on and on until it's over and he has a hand cradling his belly and a beatific expression on his face.

"I told you," he says. "Simply exquisite."

Crowley has not partaken, but he nods anyway. They move on to safer subjects (as if any of this is safe, as if a demon should say anything to an angel that wasn't warlike and mean), and they drink, and once time and the room have gone wobbly, Crowley invents the Irish Goodbye.

      They're in a garden, again, and the sun is setting. They're on a bench, with a respectable amount of distance between them. Room for Jesus, as the humans sometimes say. "Summer's waning," Aziraphale says softly.

Crowley risks a glance over. The angel is still sitting primly, but with his head quirked, tilted just so towards the sky.

"Mmm," Crowley hmm's.

"I love this time of year. As the air cools. Still damp, of course, but there's something in the air that changes, something...and it's so easy to be comfortable, this weather. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. Perfect for curling up with a good book and a cup of tea. Perhaps in front of a fire, perhaps not."

Crowley immediately, directly, and in a somewhat thunderstruck way realizes he wants nothing more than to curl up next to fucking Goldilocks over here, with a book and some tea and the threat of a lovely warming hearth. So he does the obvious thing, which is to garble out a shambles of a farewell and high-tail it back to his rented room.

      They're in a restaurant. Crowley is drinking cement-sludge Turkish coffee and watching as Aziraphale quite literally bites off more than he can chew. It'd all sounded so good, is the thing. He'd just gotten carried away, when ordering.

There's twin thrills, wrapping around each other: firstly, and as always, the wonderment of a creature of love actually loving, headfirst and come-what-may. And then there's the darker, more familiar, and by this point slightly more uncomfortable pull of an angel, of all things, an actual Angel doing a Sin. The decadence of this.

Because this is gluttony, isn't it, just a touch. You don't pull a minor miracle to make room for more dolmas just because you're so full of love. You do it out of want.

And, oh, does Aziraphale want. Wants it all, and then some. Worst of all, he keeps looking at Crowley furtively, like this means something, like this is somehow shamefully important -

Which it is, of course. When is it ever reasonable for an angel and a demon to share a meal?

Crowley leaves, this time, in a way approaching cool. He saunters back to the Bentley, and then he drives very fast and flings himself first into his flat and then onto his bed, where he screams for an hour.

It's the image, isn't it: Aziraphale leaning back in his chair. Skin flushed and belly full, his eyes closed, the pleased hum he's making under his breath. It's a lot, it's a lot, it's a lot -

(Get yourself together)

  (He could, and he does, punch a wall about it, feels his knuckles crunch against drywall and the drywall crack before him. He shouts something that might make sense and he cradles his hand in his other hand; he waits, just a tick, waits to heal himself and miracle the wall repaired. It's nice, is all, is somehow needed, is the only thing that fits, sometimes, to be. Just - Angry, like this. He breathes in and out, and flexes his rapidly bruising fingers.)

      The century is pressing onwards and for some reason everything is going faster. Technology, people, politics, them. He buys Aziraphale a churro from a street vendor, and he watches him eat it, and Aziraphale makes

that face

And suddenly he's pulling an angel into an alleyway by the shirt collar. He is politely waiting as Aziraphale finishes swallowing the last bite of pastry, and then he's chasing his tongue back into his mouth, the sugar and grease on his lips, a stray crumb; his hips pushing in as he presses Aziraphale against the wall, as the awkward hard lines of him scramble into, are in awe of, the warm soft comfort of this creature

  which he never deserved, did he, comfort, of all things, heaven forfend -

  Aziraphale looks at him like he wants to eat him, like he wants this so very much and so much else besides; there is a second where Crowley thinks maybe, maybe, maybe now

And the moment ends, and Aziraphale is wearing an expression like he might throw up, and Crowley apologies both profusely and incomprehensibly, and they both run away.

    Aziraphale is in a bar, and Crowley is in the same bar, but they are not there together. Crowley blends in, ish, passing well enough for gothy twink. Aquanet holding his hair aloft, a hint of mesh and leather about his outfit. Aziraphale stands out, and it's awful, because Crowley is cringing in equal parts due to how completely the angel is misreading the room, and how he isn't -

(This beautiful aristocrat. With his clothes and his canapes and his crepes and his boys, and his other assorted luxuries - a far cry from asceticism, and inching further from God's grace by the day. Crowley is torn between being somewhat concerned, vis a vis Falling, and wanting to swallow this idiot whole.)

He's holding court, and he's being ridiculous, and he's recounting anecdotes about Oscar Fucking Wilde, and there's an air of, you know. Ha ha, the middle-aged fag, the stately old homo of England so obliviously out of touch in this dim, dank club that has little room for that sort of delicate, prissy expression of queerness. Crowley, at least, has made an attempt, the thin leather straps of his harness pressing into his chest under his blouse. The moustache, the femme nods, the leather cap. Tom of Finland eat your heart out.

The music is too loud and there's a young man catching Aziraphale's gaze and Crowley's heart is in his throat. He could say something. He could sidle up, like he always does, with a sway of the hips and some pithy remark and an insinuation, but

Well, insinuating here, of all places. A touch on the nose. It'd be a sort of admission, wouldn't it. A confession, if you'll pardon the phrase.

So the angel and the boy go to the bathroom. So Crowley follows. He falls back into a snake and hides in a hastily-miracled vent above the adjacent stall, and he listens. Aziraphale is loud, apparently. Vocal and excited and shameless and so, so full of love (and so much else besides), and the boy is so eager. The rustle-slide of trousers undone and shucked down, the gasp at something, the implication of a head of hair clenched in the angel's greedy hands - Crowley screams internally and then slithers towards the nearest exit as quickly as his tiny shitty snake body will allow.

      Aziraphale has a barber. He's never liked attending to himself - the end result, yes, but the effort? Perish the thought. He has (had? it's been some time) a tailor, and occasionally a butler, and throughout most of it, a barber.

It's one of the things Crowley likes about him. How clearly his face wants a beard, how desperately he does not want a beard to be atop his face. And he could shave himself, could even sort his body out to not grow hair at all, but. Well. It's a thing, isn't it.

Crowley comes with, sometimes. The angel always likes company and a willing ear, and Crowley likes, oh. What. The physicality of it. The dusting of the badger brush over his skin, the foam spread about his face. Upper lip, double chin, where the hair ends below his Adam's apple. The scrape of the blade over his soft, yielding face

  And the threat, of course, the possibility of violence

  The hot towel on his neck. Hair trimmed, smoothed, oiled and annointed, put back into place. The razor stropped on leather, the cologne, the performative humanity - Crowley likes how Aziraphale smells after he's been to the barber. That fresh, soapy something; something particularly masculine, softened as always by an equally particular otherness. Crowley wants to breathe him in, like this, the sharp clean luxury of him as he goes about his otherwise humdrum, mildewy life.

  (Aziraphale had been a soldier, is the thing. With a flaming sword and ethereal helmet and a pressed white uniform, brass buttons shining. Aziraphale looks at him, sometimes, with such guilt and regret that it sends him reeling. The golden trumpet had sounded, and presumably Aziraphale had charged - But they don't talk about that, do they. Bygones being bygones, and all. They've agreed to move on.)

      They're in Crowley's flat. This is giving Crowley a certain amount of unearned confidence. Home pitch advantage. He's provided snacks and libations

  He's been all the fuck over town and used more miracles than he probably should, assembling this Unassuming buffet and bar. He bought a cocktail strainer for this, four types of pie. Wine, more wine, some champagne, a dusty bottle of scotch. Cheese and things. Oysters, of course, because fuck his gay life. Hand-shucked and all, with a flat head screwdriver, because he'll be damned again before he buys a fucking oyster shucking fucking knife specifically for the purpose. Anyway. So.

  So. So. They're in Crowley's flat. Aziraphale is humming, pleased, trailing his hand over the veritable bounty of food and booze. And Crowley is whining, internally, hoping against hope that he's somehow managed to do this right.

"What sort of cheese is this?" Aziraphale says, at the exact same moment as Crowley blurts out

"So d'you do the other Earthly Pleasures or is it just food'n'drink?"

Aziraphale frowns, in a blank sort of way; Crowley folds his body and soul up into a pretzel and addresses his corpse C/O Hell.

  But he's considering, isn't he.

  "How do you mean," Aziraphale says slowly. Voice about as husky as it ever gets, still high and camp but with an edge to it.

"Do you," Crowley says,

Do you, yanno, do you ever just.... Do you ever find yourself, right, in a place, and you feel a way, so you, right, Touch yourself about it Do you ever Yanno

  "Hgn," he finishes, finally.

Aziraphale eyes him up and down, and it's the single thirstiest, most hungry and sultry thing he's ever seen. Not that he'd know, really, he's more in the business of Wrath, so he's not super experienced here, but

"The sins of the flesh?" Aziraphale replies, half-finishing the thought. He's holding Crowley's gaze, glancing away just long enough to seem coquettish.

  "Nnngghk," Crowley says.

  "I have. You know that." Aziraphale stares him down: not silly and old-fashioned, so much, anymore, not prissy and odd and camp but so, so incredibly direct. Because he wants, and the angel always goes for what he wants.

"Many times," he continues. "Perhaps not as many times as you, but,"

Crowley tries to look cool, worldly, and well-fucked. He's...more theoretical than practical, here, but it's important to his self-image.

The angel steps forward; Crowley stands, stuck to the floor and waving like the leaves of a quaking aspen.

He can live through this. He will. He asks for strength from a higher power. Blanche, Dorothy, Rose, and Sophia - Bob ROSS -

  (Did he ever tell the story about falling? It happened in increments. Every question, every doubt, every mistimed joke, he drifted farther and farther from God's grace. One minute he's in front of the archangels trying to explain how little sense it made that knowledge should be a sin, and the next, boom, he was on the other side of the door, and Heaven had changed the locks.

And the gate to Hell was, of course, open. Latch broken, as if to say, go on then, you know you want to. So he went.

Nothing happened, is the fuck of it. Nothing changed. It didn't even hurt. He was his old regular self, only with no name and a carefully edited set of memories. The snake thing, that came later, after God started inventing and populating Earth. He was him, just...stripped, basically, of all his paperwork.

And it almost felt good, finally falling the rest of the way. Opening the door and sauntering down the rickety steps. It was dark and dank down there but that was really more for aesthetic, it wasn't like he needed to breathe in the air. No one had bothered to really decorate yet, it was just sort of a cellar with an odd, musty smell. Folks scattered about, kind of milling, not so much of a heirarchy as it was, a, what. Commune? Had that been invented yet?

Beezlebub xirself lead him through the orientation, and xe was decent enough, if humourless.

"What do you feel?" xe asked him.

It wasn't a question he'd reckoned with before. Not anything an angel would ask him. What did he feel. He closed his eyes, considered, turning the inside of him over and over like a rock tumbler until: "I'm angry," he said.

"And spiteful?"

"Guess so, yeah."

Beezelbub grinned; it was disconcerting. "We encourage cross-training of course, but it's excellent to have another team member with your...tastes."

He settled into it like a snake slipping back into the grass. How fine a feeling, to push people to their limits in the smallest of ways, to be the straw on a camel's back. And to then offer them a choice: to be cruel, or to be kind? To be better, to be Just, or to indulge in a raised voice, a raised fist? They fell like dominoes at the slightest provocation. And who wouldn't, really, living in such an unjust world. It's not like God was listening.)

      "I have, you know that," Aziraphale is saying, and he's stepping closer. Him and all his fucking heavenly glow. "And this - why not? We do so much else, together. Besides, I know how you like to play at tempting me, when I've already done a fairly good job of tempting myself."

It's dangerously close to honesty. Crowley squinches his eyes shut and counts to ten. Aziraphale is still there when he opens them, looking beautiful and Good and so pointedly angelic. The bastard.

"Go on, then," Aziraphale says, giving him that look. The queer, loaded one. The one where he can't say it out loud, neither of them can, where this can't exist and if it somehow does, it should never, ever be acknowledged -

Crowley swallows, for dramatic and erotic effect. "What do you feel?" he asks.

Aziraphale considers, also for dramatic and erotic effect. "Hungry, mainly."

For, what. Food? Crowley? To be delicately coddled and diligently attended-to?

"Right," Crowley says vaguely. Aziraphale grins and steps back, attention now wholely on the oyster which he is obscenely slurping through his lips.

  (He was only ever the Serpent because he was new. All the other demons had been down long enough that the stench of Hell was obvious on them, emanated from them. Crowley still had a whiff of heaven about him, just enough to be convincing.

"It'll be fun," Beezelbub insisted, and slapped him on the back so hard he turned into a snake.)

    "How do you feel?" Crowley asks again.

Aziraphale considers. He's done a number on dinner, and the wine as well; tilted back in his chair, face happily flushed, hands clasped around his well-fed belly, he's the very picture of sated desire. Crowley's banking on it still not being enough.

"Full," Aziraphale settles on. "Good. Hmm."

He's made himself a fucking stomach, what else is in there? A prostate? A cock? A cunt and G-spot? How many mechanisms of pleasure has he miracled himself?

"And what else," Crowley finds himself saying. It's almost in a cool, suave way.

"I'd like - well. It's tricky, isn't it. So easy to get the wires crossed."

Crowley, who is nothing but a pile of crossed wires, represses the need to scream at the top of his lungs and/or punch a hole in the wall. "Go on," he ekes out. Aziraphale just looks at him. Holds his gaze long enough, and then nods. He doesn't undress, he never undresses. There might not even be a body under all those layers. What he does, is he moves one hand from where it rests on the crest of his belly, slides it down to his waistband, where the button is just slightly overtaxed from the evening's efforts. He breathes in, for effect, and slips the button free, pulls the zipper down. Settles his hand between his legs. Crowley wants, he wants, he -

  "Wanna see," he blurts out.

And Aziraphale smiles, that knowing self-satisfied quirk of the lips,

and he spreads his legs. His hand delving inside his well-worn trousers, pulling out a plump, pink, small but perfectly-formed cock.

"I like it when we share," he says, casually.

Crowley narrowly avoids dissolving into the nearby refridgerator. (You can order groceries and play Doom on the thing, it's awful but he's got respect for whatever demon came up with "smart" as an adjective for home appliances.)

"You'll have a cup of espresso, usually," Aziraphale continues. He's fondling the skin of his balls, conversationally.

  Are they really doing this? How drunk are they, really?

  "Or a biscotti," Crowley chokes out. His hands are shaking but they are, they are en route to his nice snake belt, adorning his nice black trou, because fuck it he's got a brand.

"Yes," Aziraphale breathes - such kindness, such awe, such selfish want and love -

Crowley whines and positions his hand over his cunt. If he touches himself it's all over, he'll come and that'll be that and they'll never speak of this again, and all he wants, really, is to watch, to know, to be present - Aziraphale closes his plump fist over his plump cock and goes hmmm with his stupid plump face and Crowley kicks the leg of his armchair so hard he breaks a toe.

He comes early, and then comes again after the angel does, after seeing him just Twiddle himself in such an absolutely fucking ridiculous and transcendental way. Just comes twice amidst a pile of oyster shells and wanton angel. As you do, of an evening. He snaps a finger, and it at least doesn't smell like seafood anymore.

"I'm a - gotta," he explains, then crashes headfirst into a nap that lasts for two years.

  (He wakes up alone, but in bed and with a note tucked under his telephone. Til we meet again, xx. He clutches the note to his chest, and sneezes, and goes back to sleep for another year.)

    That old classic "end of the fucking world" anxiety: it happens, it happens a lot and so much - Crowley gets used to the sensation of his heart in his throat. It all threatens to burst loose. Aziraphale is finally falling, or cracking apart in his, their, this personal way - would it be wrong to admit that he's beautiful, like this? So vulnerable, so full of doubt. The struggle to put a name to the faith that has always carried him forward. So very, very close to becoming something else. And then he almost loses him -

A significant part of him wants to give up, wants to lie down on the tarmac and go to sleep as the world burns. He's tired, he's had a very long day. But, fuck it, he'd asked Aziraphale to help save this stupid fucking world and now Aziraphale is asking him, and, better late than never - besides, he's got spite and directionless rage on his side, so

can he get a "wahoo";

      It's after Armageddidn't - Crowley feels raw, flayed alive, and sort of giddily willing to say anything, any stupid thing. Aziraphale, for this round, is playing the part of the idiot who runs away. Winds up in some fuck-off corner of Sussex, for whatever reason.

Crowley, obviously, follows.

So they're in a coastal village. Orbiting a cottage, even, a small space. There's a lot, it's a lot - books and teacups and things - there's just so much of this, of them, in such a constrained area. Aziraphale has already nested and Crowley feels, right, just a little like an invasive species, here

  But he wants to be here, so much, and that counts, right?

  "Hey," he says, softly. Outside the local newsagent's. He's holding a bag of pickled onion Monster Munch. He pushes his glasses off, nestles them in his hair. Aziraphale draws the single most labored breath history has ever recorded. Looks him up and down. Steps forward.

It could happen here, of course. Aziraphale could fall to his knees and confess his undying love, or vice versa, this could all - it could work out, and work out neatly

  Ha ha

But what happens is,

He hands Aziraphale the Monster Munch, and their fingers brush; storm clouds gather above.

Aziraphale bites his lip and steps in close, their coats touching, the warmth beneath. What happens is the angel slides his hand behind the demon's neck, and draws him in, drinking deep. What happens is he kisses Crowley to within an inch of his life before stepping back

  "Home, I think," he says. Crowley nods.

  Whatever, wherever home is. In this case, the cottage. The door closes behind them, and immediately locks. Crowley holds Aziraphale's hands as he heads deliberately towards, something, something, what is he doing here again?

  The bedroom, you idiot

  Aziraphale kisses him again, pulling him tightly against himself, enveloping him, before flipping him around, pushing him on and pressing him down into the bed with something approaching kindness. A hand at the junction between hips and arse, and another hand cautiously questioning, undoing his belt -

  it's a lot it's a lot it's a lot he takes it all back he's not the one who goes too fast

  "Alright?" Aziraphale asks, high pitched and breathy. His miracle-slick finger probing inside the eager but tight ring of his arsehole. It's alright, it's alright, of course it's all fucking right What happens is,

The sky cracks free, and the humidity breaks, the rain sheeting down, white noise on the roof, and,

  Aziraphale fucks him, and this berk who only ever learned one dance, he's almost got rhythm, somehow. And a cock fit to purpose, this time, long and thick. He fucks Crowley like it's his job, and he's good at his job, fucks him like he's proud of being good at his job. Leans in, his belly against Crowley's back, maybe gasps once or twice.

If he were feeling more charitable, he'd note the vulnerability in Aziraphale, the watery desperate look in his eyes; but he's not and he's mad for some inexplicable reason (they don't talk, they never say it, they never fucking say it) and, right, fuck him - Crowley comes in a small, shitty way and Aziraphale follows soon after and it's -

    It's not much good, really, but it's nice. And shouldn't that be enough? It's something, it's more than nothing. Maybe marks left in the skin of his back from where his shirt had rucked up and the buttons of Aziraphale's waistcoat had dug in. They don't say anything. They never say anything. It's just how they are, how this always is. Can't draw too much attention, even if no one's watching.

What happens is;

"We can sleep here," Crowley coughs out.

"Obviously," Aziraphale smarms.

Agreed, then. They sleep there, in the one bed.

  It's a lot, okay? Calm down. It's eternity. The entirety of everything. Don't - Don't look at him like that. He's just taking a nap -

Crowley wakes up an undetermined period of time later, and he's disoriented, and it's still raining, and Aziraphale isn't there. Not in the bed, not in the cottage, not - oh, fuck, and the panic rises. "Angel?" He calls out, casually, tripping over his own feet. What if it had been too much, what if he'd stepped over the line, what if Aziraphale had left, again - what if it wasn't any different, now? But, he finds him. He's standing outside in the rain, like an idiot. Fully dressed and utterly drenched. Crowley sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. "Angel?" Aziraphale turns to look at him, a far too complicated expression on his face. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, only nothing's coming out. "Would you like an umbrella?" Aziraphale shakes his head. "Would you like to come inside?" Aziraphale purses his lips and stares at him wildly, chin wobbling. Fine, fine. Fine. Crowley grabs an umbrella and manifests a pair of flip flops and squelches out onto the lawn. "Cmere," he says, taking the angel's hand, and he leads him back inside. "I'm wet," Aziraphale says mournfully. And hopefully, with an expectant look on his face. Fine, okay. Okay. "Shoes off," Crowley grumbles, and goes to fetch a towel. Aziraphale pouts. He'd been expecting a miracle, probably. Crowley dries his hair, fluffing it back up. Neither of them attempt to make eye contact. Crowley drops the towel, and then lets his hands settle on Aziraphale's shoulders. Gently, gently, he pulls the heavy, sodden wool off, carefully hanging it up on the coat rack. "Oh," Aziraphale says softly, inhaling sharply. "Alright?" Crowley asks. His hands are hovering over the top button of Aziraphale's waistcoat. Aziraphale nods quickly, like he's trying to stay ahead of himself, like he doesn't trust himself to speak. Eyes too wide and his mouth screwed up tight. So. Crowley continues undressing him. Methodically, precisely, hands not dwelling, gaze not lingering. Aziraphale's, what, whimpering under his breath, and something is stretching taut as a bowstring inside Crowley. He pauses at the last bit of kit, the prim pair of briefs. He's not touching. Or not touching, touching - you know. Aziraphale looks up bashfully. "I don't - that is to say. Well. What would you like?" That hadn't been the question, but it answers it anyway. Crowley swallows. "Doesn't matter," he squeaks out. "Don't overthink it." Back on the edge of a complete breakdown: "I have to overthink it! I don't know how else to-" His anxiety is flaring alongside Aziraphale's - the sympathetic vibrations they've always had. Peas in a nervous pod. "Whatever is fine. Just - exhale. Metaphorically. Or something. It's okay. No one's watching. It's just us." Crowley gives him what he hopes is a reassuring smile, and pulls his briefs down. Aziraphale scrunches his eyes shut, looking constipated. When he's worked up the courage to look, he's greeted with. Ah. Nothing, in fact. Aziraphale is as smooth and bare as a Ken doll. "I'm sorry," Aziraphale wails melodramatically. "I can't." Aaaaaaaaaaaaa, says Crowley's inner monologue. "Angel, please, just - it's fine, shut up, it's fine, you know you don't have to - I'm getting your pajamas." "I don't have any pajamas," Aziraphale sobs. "Sweatpants?" The angel stops wringing his hands long enough to give him a look of disgust. "No." Oh, for fuck's sake. Crowley snaps his fingers. "Thank you," Aziraphale murmurs. And then he's quiet again, standing awkward in a soft set of plaid flannel pajamas. He's quiet as Crowley leads him to the couch and sits him down; quiet as Crowley brews a pot of tea, hands him a tea-cup, sits down next to him a carefully-measured distance away. He preferred the histrionics, on the whole. That at least he knew what to do with. Time probably passes. The clock on the mantlepiece is ticking, anyway. "I don't know what I want," Aziraphale says finally, in a very small voice. "It's disconcerting." He looks like he feels dreadfully vulnerable. "That's...Fine," Crowley says. He gives Aziraphale's hand a brief pat. On the angel's schedule, as always. He'll wait. Ten, twenty minutes, a half hour, it's not much, but it's long in this context, sitting in silence, breaths performatively held, the livewire of this; please, angel, please Aziraphale breathes in and straightens his shoulders. Crowley doesn't look, or at least more than he has to. "It's. Well. Heaven," Aziraphale says, exhaling. Crowley nods. "I know I didn't belong there. I know none of them liked me. I know...who I am, what I want to be, is. Fundamentally incompatible, with Heaven. I'm better off without it." And." He pauses, staring straight ahead. "And the knowledge that I will never, ever go back, it. It hurts. And I don't know what to do with that." Snakes don't have tear ducts but Crowley half wishes he'd bothered to slap some on this morning, if only to do something with the thickness in his throat. He glances to the side, just long enough to catch Crowley's eye. "I'm glad you're here," he says. "Thank you, again. I know I take advantage of your - you, sometimes." "I know how to say no," Crowley replies. He doesn't know quite how to steer this conversation out of dangerous waters. "Yes, of course, dear." Aziraphale looks at him, then, or looks slightly past, something aching and awful in his eyes, something utterly bereft. Familiar enough. It's okay, it's okay. It'll be okay. It has to be, anyway. Crowley, who is, on second thought, definitively not in the vincinity of wanting to cry, tugs Aziraphale close. Lines his soft edges against all his angles, his head and hair under his hand. Doesn't comment on the raspy little noise Aziraphale makes as he slots home. "Good trip," he says. "Should come here next fall." Aziraphale snorts, and digs his way closer into Crowley's arms. "Puns. Hell's work?" "Collaboration with heaven, I should think. We both brought this upon ourselves." He hums, and tangles his fingers in Aziraphale's hair, and once again just relishes in being here, alive, and together. They both avoid drawing attention to how loaded that sentence is. And, as the morning draws on, they both find themselves casually, peacefully, falling back asleep.

They're trying again: it's still not quite working, but at least this time they're a touch more honest. In the cottage by the sea, with the fresh air and the snacks from the newsagents and the tentative, whatever, and the outright fucking want - "I could, you know, the other one," Crowley mumbles. Arse in the air and his face in a paisley pillowcase. "Ah, no. Thank you. I quite like this. Working you open. The reward for my effort. Like a pistachio." "Like a what?" Crowley spits out a bit of down and turns around, spine doing something somewhat inhuman. Aziraphale looks down, lips pursed. Eyes set in that knowing, slightly naughty cant. "Oh! I have just the thing -" He adjourns, he returns with a tangle of leather straps, and an - and a strap. Crowley swallows thickly. "You know you could just do both. Even the humans can do both." "Yes, but this is fun. There's all sorts, you know. Different colors and shapes. So much better than it was. Do you remember? The bread? I felt positively spoiled for choice at the shop." He slips the cock into the ring and steps into the harness, sliding it up and loosening it a touch as it catches around his thighs. Of course Aziraphale owns this. Of course this is a thing. "This is alright?" He asks brightly, cock jutting out, proud and vibrantly hot pink. "The, well, you know. And the nudity." Crowley blanks into a haze of static. "Nudity is good when fucking, angel," he slurs out. "I was under the impression you preferred me clothed." Aziraphale plops onto the bed, dick bouncing, his body soft and plush and unafraid. The leather pressing in just so. "It - no. That's just all I've had, you clothed. Seen. All I've seen." He wriggles. "Always thought it would be nice, though. Undress you. Unwrap you like a present." Aziraphale huffs out a low, indulgent chuckle. "Presents and pistachios. What a pair we make, hmm?" He slides inside Crowley, hard and slick. Like peas in a - oh, fuck, yep, that's what a prostate does - Crowley accidentally slaps Aziraphale in the face. It's fine. This is - it's good. He whines just enough as the angel enters him, hips coming flush to arse. It's okay, it's okay, it's It's just eternity, innit. So what. Crowley grins, and grabs fistfuls of the bedding, and -

"This is - don't tell me." Gabriel flips through the envelope of photographs. "Parcheesi?" "Pornography," Sandalphon corrects gently. "Yes! Yes. Pornography. And we have this. Pornography. Because?" There's a heavy pause. "We're keeping an eye on the renegade angel," Uriel reminds him. Ah. "Do we need to?" Gabriel asks, flipping the last photo face-down. "Is there a point? This is extremely distasteful. I'd prefer if we did not, in general, look at these things. Specifically me, I am not interested. But it's fine if you are!" He glances around the room. Blank expressions abound. "No? Right. Let's drop the threat level down and, uh, hopefully never think about this -" He taps the envelope, now re-filled with photographs - "Again. Okay?" Everyone nods, and itches to disperse. Gabriel ceremoniously tosses the envelope into the express chute to Hells' furnaces, claps his hands, and gives his team a generous thumbs-up. Meeting adjourned.

[thecl0wnfather]

Really long Twisted Wonderland idea post.

Yuu gets to pet any and all creatures, the post. Gimme a kiss if you like it *does a kickflip on Cater's skateboard*

* @ that person who wrote a post about Crowley calling Yuu a beast tamer, and Yuu being cool with Beastmen because of that title. I wanna tag you, but I kinda forgot who it was n' now I can't find it, someone tell me :( I'm expanding on that idea <3

* Malleus and Grim are the beginnings of Yuu's innate ability to attract any and all creatures. The bats that follow Lilia, Silver's forest friends, the Equestrian club horses, Lucius, Beastmen, fae, mermen, and whatever else... will just find themselves getting closer to Yuu. Whether they notice it or not.

* Ramshackle has officially been taken over by the sheer amount of living beings raiding the place every week. Yuu's beast tamer aura is similar to Silver's D*sney Princess animal abilities, except ten times worse, and they can't stop finding a new nest and/or burrow of some random animal family.

* The Ghost trio living there have basically become the housekeepers and have to constant kick out critters and students before they end up cramming up the dorm. That, or breaking the rickety old floorboards from the amount of them.

* Not everyday you get to have some time to touch any new animal (or person), so Yuu went along with it. Come to the Ramshackle dorm if you want pettings AND a free therapy session. All profits go to the Ramshackle dorm. (And Grim's premium tuna bill!)

* Grim doesn't enjoy this. His henchmen is practically a zookeeper at this point, and if Grim isn't your number one priority among these BEASTS then that's just blasphemy. Remember. He can be your angle, or yuor devil 😈

+ Dire Crowley is also here. Crowley gets to sit in the corner and drink from a cup of apple juice like a drinky bird. Drink well, sweet headmaster (derogatory AND affectionate <3)

* This whole next part is just Yuu being a total numbnut in other dorms lmao... Gets kinda long for a quick shitpost...

* Heartslabyul probably owes Yuu a ton of favours tbh. Ace and Deuce think doing their chores are a drag, so... Why not get the infamous Ramshackle Prefect to go take care of the animals today? They can enjoy being covered in a pile of hedgehogs and flamingos! Cue Riddle finding out (Cater. Cute animals + Bestie prefect. Magicam.) and scolding Adeuce for dumping their duties on someone else. At the very least, they're usually paid back with some kind of sweet treat from Trey. Maybe a flash of a purple cat's smile too.

* Savanaclaw? Yuu calls it the petting zoo, babey. Call it luck, but Yuu gets to be besties with Savanaclaw boys after they come in petting them and telling them they did a good job— Post Chapter 2. Is it their aura? The way they calm their rowdy style? None of the beastmen know, but they do know that Yuu is a very nice magicless human to hang with. Leona is still the boss around the dorm. No one gets a "Good boy!" or headpats if Leona is around. Sure, Leona kicks them out before they spoil the boys, but... who says Leona isn't 100% hogging the good feels at Ramshackle? Ruggie comes along too. Jack would too, but this is Jack Howl we're talking about lol. (He defo acts likes it's an inconvenience, but everyone knows better 😔)

* Octavinelle— Floyd would deadass keep Yuu trapped in a hug as soon as they take a step into Mostro Lounge. Jade has the knowledge not to trap them in front of everyone, but he's dragging them into the VIP room to do the same as his twin. Yuu is not immune to a happy Leech twin snuggle sammy. May they be blessed with infinite mushrooms and an ungodly amount of shrimp dishes. Azul will, undeniably, take advantage of Yuu's strange aura and use them as a marketing tool to gain more customers. Points for diversity, he says.

* Scarabia also owes Yuu some favours, but they're payed back almost instantaneously. Kalim definitely invites the Ramshackle duo to hang out with animals and have a feast every week. Jamil might be having a heart attack from seeing TWO reckless morons cuddling a tiger, but that is his own problem. Bonus if Silver joins the party, cause that means Kalim gets TWO besties to chill with animals. (Maybe you could calm Jamil by tempting him with a parrot? Or a viper if you're feeling silly)

* Banned from Pomefiore lmao. Vil admires your capabilities, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to walk around like a fur magnet into his dorm. Rook would go to Ramshackle to fawn over the many critters (And possibly bother Leona and Ruggie if they're nearby) although he usually ends up terrifying everyone there. Don't tell Epel, but everyone takes pictures of him when little birds land on his head whenever he comes over for a study session at Ramshackle. Yuu never says anything because the birds know they have an album of "Cute friends and cute creatures" on their phone.

* Ignihyde is crying, my guy. Why does Yuu always waltz in with strangers and wild animals in tow??? Idia, however, is also taking advantage of Yuu's passive skill of beast tamer! Technically, if Idia ranks up his friendship with Yuu, shouldn't that mean his rate of pulling a few cats and dogs go up? The pros of dealing with one person to get his furry euphoria versus the cons of social interaction and social anxiety... He's in a dilemma, but Ortho is happy. Big brother is trying to get a friend! Uh, somewhat.

* Diasomnia has a bad case of bird nests tucked in every corner of the dorm. Both Silver and Yuu are the cause of this, but how could Lilia scold them? His son and the prefect look very peaceful as they hand feed little woodland critters together. Sebek interrupts this, of course. Will Yuu pet the half-fae lad to calm him, and will it work? Depends on if you think being half-fae counts. Malleus is one happy dragon faerie though! That's all that matters. Him and his super cool other-wordly, technically alien, human best friend have chats over tea, and Sebek can't do a single thing about it. (Added note: Lilia includes soft vampire papa hugs if you'd like that)

+ Ramshackle extra. Yuu buried in a pile of their first-year friends. Just buddies in a cuddle pile with sweet baby Grim in the middle. That's it. There's nothing else other than love and peace in the pile 😎 I just wanted that in your mind.

Guys, I think I took this too far for a 'shitpost', but I don't give a shit. Catch you on the flip side baby, heeya.