#[and you gave me the perfect excuse]

[rakiah]

*taps a mic, clears throat* Female/Lesbian! Leovil. Everyone discuss now -💟Anon

[put her long list of old pending asks to doodle aside and put this one first]

YES.

Two very different queens like, one is the allmighty mix of a Heather/Promqueen/Class delegate aka the girl everyone respect and look up to when the other is the well known and silently admired yankee who kicks dudes on a regular basis because they’re too loud and she can’t sleep in class. Ngl, when people know about them being a thing, they’re gonna be the hot topic on everybody’s lips.

Fem!Vil would be so much more mad at Fem!Leona for her outrageous gene pool. Life is truly unfair…

Her hair is dry at least.

But not her boobs. New favorite pillow spotted.

[take back her pending list and go back to do her homeworks]

[tav-marcio-leles]

Ohhh, I'm rereading Mystra's entry in the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide... and this detail:

This means Gale was punished for trying to restore and preserve what he thought was a lost piece of Mystra's magic. Gale being Mystra's ex-lover put aside. He as her follower, she his goddess, was punished for attempting to do the one foundational rule of her faith.

I'm seething and so sad at the same time.

Edit: I used the word punish loosely, as in, toxic/abusive people will take any small mistake or action and twist it into something they can take advantage of. This post was also largely from the stand point of a toxic deity rather than a toxic partner, but both takes are valid here. Especially with the, “you didn’t stay compliant so now I’m giving you the silent treatment” part of it—from a god and a partner perspective.

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

taetae style for @magicshop ♡ cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls as part of bangtan cc's for palestine; donate here!

[m3gahet]

Jimi (my painter) would totally dote on Mickey and let him hang out with her while she works. Does he like art and crafts?

Jimi I really hope you like sharks

Cuz Mickey has drawn you so many

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Does the animal DNA that is added to a clone affect their behaviour in any way? For example do they tend to have instincts similar to that animal?

If for example there was a clone with bear DNA would they want to hibernate during the colder months? Or would DNA affect how clones would fight or otherwise respond to threats (like a deer would probably run away from a threat but other animals might attack)?

Also a concept: A clone with squirrel DNA hoarding food and hiding it away somewhere for the winter

(Yes, the DNA can affect a clone's behaviour! Obviously there will be exceptions to the rule, but clones will typically exhibit behaviours of their spliced animals

So for an example, Pancetta was made with Honey Badger DNA, hence why he is so aggressive and attacks on sight, but other clones made with prey animals (like a deer) would be more likely to run from a threat

Behaviours were actually a big part in deciding on animals to use, many clones were often spliced with a domesticated animal alongside a wild one, to make them more docile (and bc 'acquiring' a ton of domestic animals was easier and less suspicious than a getting a bunch of endangered animals). An example of this is BB, who has African Lion and King Cobra DNA (powerful big cat, and venomous snake) mixed with Boer Goat and Ball Python (friendly goat and cute snake) making them pretty chill

Why did they want docile clones? Ask someone else about that hehe

Hibernation is a strange case tho, bc none of the clones have experienced seasons! Being in a lab that was consistently the same environment for their entire lives, none of them have ever done it! It's only been about a month since the tower fell, and they got out, and it is currently springtime in story, it'll be interesting to see how the clones respond to the winter!

Also the concept is very cute, and I one up you with two squirrels hehe!!! Red Squirrel Peppiclone is showing Indian Giant Squirrel Fake Peppino a cool place to hide all the nuts they found together!!!

[awakenthebeing]

istg piepoe is so scimdiddlydooblygoobly i feel like they make a good quiche or pie <33

She definitely can!!!

[dropout-if]

idk if this has been asked yet but I'm back in my Hadestown brainrot and I need to know which RO's would turn back and who wouldn't (I have my own theories and wanna compare 👀)

I feel like J would be really confident about being the kind of person who wouldn't look back. But.. yeah... I think that they would turn back if the person behind them wasn't MC (I originally said they would turn back with MC too but I've changed my mind in that regard jfjsjd). MC is just different in J's mind and world. Special.

Uma would definitely look lol. They would probably rather be on the receiving end (as in, be Eurydice) because being in Orpheus' shoes would just stress the hell out of them. They don't really deal with uncertainty well. At all.

I think Statler is a bit of a similar case to J’s. They want to believe that they can trust their s/o enough to follow them the rest of the way (and Statler would also probably overthink the hell out of why they turned back, because they don't know either). But yeah, Statler would also hesitate, then look back.

Wanda can handle it, she would never, ever turn back. If it gets hard, she'd probably just start talking to herself, rambling over anything until she got to the end.

Kai’s trust issues are bigger than Mount Everest, they'd probably look back after two seconds of walking.

I actually think Travis wouldn't turn back! He does tend to be very prickly but when Travis decides he trusts someone he's all in. He'd see the walk back as a chore to get through and he wouldn't even question the possibility of turning around. I don't think it would even cross his mind.

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked:

Blitz had very nearly taken Stolas up on his offer to portal directly to his place - the thought of dragging his ass home and then all the way back was almost too daunting, except for the fact that he couldn't bring himself to not be home with Loona for at least a little. She'd done so damn good today, but his heart was still racing the same way it had when he realized that she was trapped with them in the humans' labyrinth of a facility. Plus, he needed a fucking shower.

He does drag his ass a little, taking a good fifteen minutes to stand on his little fire escape landing and smoke and look at nothing, and then another few losing himself in the hot-ish water of the shower. When he closes his eyes, sometimes he sees the flashing red lights or the blood falling from his hands and face - cartoonish and horrifying - but he also sees Stolas. Stolas, Stolas, Stolas. What the fuck is he supposed to make of him? Pompous and overbearing - powerful and in control - worried and kind. Blitz remembers the sweetness in his voice under the teasing, aren't I going to get any thanks for the rescue? - and his knee jerk satisfaction at the thought of spending the night together.

That's dangerous.

Climbing up the damn wall and over the balcony is a hell of a lot easier without the book. He's not surprised to find Stolas alone in the room - that's just, kinda their thing, isn't it? ❝ Ya gotta do something about those roses on the wall, ❞ he says conversationally, slipping into the bedroom, trying not to think too deeply about what it means to be here without a full moon to guide him. ❝ At least make a path for gorgeous and skilled imps to get up easier. ❞

He walks through the room like he owns the space, taking up room - finding confidence and power where nerves threaten to make him feel small. Blitz kicks his boots off and bounces onto the chaise lounge as he sheds his jacket - purposefully doesn't look Stolas in the eye when he says, ❝ - Thanks, by the way. For the rescue. ❞

While Stolas does look in on Blitz from time to time, he tries to keep the scrying to a minimum, wanting to respect his privacy. But when he knows he'll be working, he does sometimes check, to make sure he's not in any real danger. Blitz is one of the most remarkable and capable beings Stolas had ever met, but his job was dangerous; there was always the possibility that he might need him eventually.

He could tell that his grimoire wasn't currently in Hell, which meant that Blitz and his associates were on earth. And considering it was the first time in some time the grimoire itself had gone with them, Stolas decided to do a quick little scry, just to make sure all was well.

And the sight that met his eyes in the liquid surface spread across the mirror was one he did not like the looks of. His Blitzy had been captured? But with only one of his associates; the other little one and his daughter were likely on their way, if his instincts were correct. Besides, a couple of humans were no match for Blitzy; he didn't need any help. But it was a rare opportunity to watch him work, to see just how capable he really was.

His team really did work quite well together, flowing almost seamlessly from one attack to the next, dispatching humans and keeping each other protected almost in the same breath. It was remarkably impressive; he'd never seen anything quite like it.

Stolas could have stopped watching at that point, but considering the circumstances, he wanted to make sure they made it back to Hell before he ended the spell. And it was just as he'd had that thought that the fight was over as quickly as it had begun, with I.M.P. victorious. At least until the lights went off and the doors slammed closed, leaving them trapped and stranded, unable to open a portal to return.

Well, that just wouldn't do, would it?

He'd made it a point not to interfere too much when Blitzy was in danger; he'd mostly just deflected a bullet or two when they'd been having their conversation about his book, about their arrangement: the mutually beneficial deal they had in place that allowed him to see Blitz, and that helped Blitz to more efficiently run his business, but this called for more serious intervention.

If he just portaled in, the humans likely wouldn't learn their lesson and might try something like this again. Which meant that he needed to put the fear of Stolas in them. And he knew just how to do that.

The lighting in the room was perfect for him to manipulate the shadows around them, just enough to make the humans wonder if they were seeing things. Throw in a touch of technological telekinesis, making the televisions shake and then hurl themselves from the walls, and he could tell, even from all the way in Hell, that they were starting to panic, to wonder just what it was they'd gotten themselves into.

The fact that they thought they could capture Blitzy, could have hurt him and get away with it? Oh, Stolas absolutely refuses to entertain such a notion; the thought of Blitz getting hurt is something he cannot allow, something that makes him realize that all the feelings he'd been trying to avoid since they were both little more than children have been lurking below the surface all this time, only waiting for him to acknowledge them.

He shoves those thoughts aside, instead concentrating on projecting his voice into the room with the humans, allowing the low whisper to fill their minds, to spill out over into the room, to echo in the space around them.

"Who dares threaten my impish little plaything?" he asks, the menace clear in his tone, despite how it seems to caress and wrap around the humans, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

And even as the male agent demands to know who said that, the echo of Stolas' footsteps appears in the room, crossing from in front of Blitzy and his associates, moving towards the humans, a tiny bit of his essence taking control of the other agent, possessing her. She struggled and convulsed, and the corpses of the other humans around the room pulled themselves to their feet, ready to do his bidding.

Her head turned all the way around as he used her to converse with the other agent.

"What's the matter, demon hunter?" his voice, coupled with hers, was that same caressing whisper, filled with darkness and menace, "never seen a REAL demon before?" (Words he will come to regret later, for their lack of consideration for the other demons present.)

A laugh leaves him then, funneled through the human, as the corpses draw his sigil in their own congealing blood. The sound multiplies and echoes throughout the room as the agent coughs up blood and darkness and feathers, all of it coming together to form Stolas, in his true demon form, towering over the cowering humans, dripping wings spread wide as he fills the room with blood and shadows, maniacal laugh permeating the space. He lets out a screech of rage, beaked, toothy maw coming within inches of the humans as he relishes in their terror, the way they cower before him.

Good. It serves them right for threatening one of the few people he actually cares about.

After turning the lights on, he approached Blitz, to make sure he really was okay. The idea that he could have been hurt was one that he didn't want to consider. What would he have done, if that had been the case? They'd been having fun…, but he was realizing his feelings went much deeper than that, that they had for a while. But the arrangement was a good way to get to see Blitzy, that perhaps they could start doing some things outside of it, like they had with the Harvest Moon Festival. That would be all right, wouldn't it?

Still, he really shouldn't be thinking about that sort of thing now….., but he can't help cupping Blitz's face as he looks over him, as he confirms that yes, he is fine.

Which is when he reminded all of them that they could all get in a lot of trouble if anyone discovers that he's letting them use his book. Still, the important thing is that Blitz is okay, that they're all okay, and the humans are likely too scared to do much of anything. Humans tended not to believe the word of demon-obsessed lunatics, which should prevent any further ramifications.

But now that all of that had been dealt with, he could easily portal them all home, where they belonged.

He had noticed just how dejected Blitz looked as he made his way towards the portal and scooped him into his arms, wanting to be close. It had been a close call today, and even though nothing had happened…, well, it could have. And he didn't like thinking about that.

"Am I going to get any thank you for the rescue, Blitzy?" he had asked, mostly teasing, but unable to keep the genuine desire to spend more time with Blitz out of his voice.

But when Blitz had been the one to suggest that that thank you should come in the form of fucking his brains out? Well, who was Stolas to say no to such an offer? He felt like he almost always desperately wanted Blitz, so much more than once a month, but those were the terms of their arrangement. But it was fine to add things in now and then, wasn't it? They could just spend time together, could sleep together if they wanted; that wouldn't really complicate things that much, would it?

He admitted that he would very much like that to be his thank you, leaning in for a sweet little kiss, one that became much less sweet and much more….. tantalizing with the way Blitz teased him, his feathers ruffling in response, one hand lifting to cup his face, even as Blitz did the same.

If he was being honest with himself, Stolas hadn't been expecting Blitz to say yes. It's not a full moon, not even close. The new moon is tomorrow (he doesn't even have to check), which means it's actually the furthest time from their arrangement that they could get; he would have understood if Blitz had said no, that he had other plans, but he hadn't. He had agreed, and he was coming over, and Stolas is not at all about to turn down the opportunity to spend more time with Blitz, even if he hadn't been prepared.

Part of him is a little glad that Blitz wanted to go home first because it gives Stolas time to get ready. He usually gave the staff the day off when Stella wasn't here, and tonight had been no exception. Which meant that he needed to tidy up (which he tended to do in his own rooms, anyway; he didn't like having people in his space if he could help it, hadn't since the time one of the staff had showed the journal he'd been keeping to his father), needed to get rid of any evidence that he hadn't been taking care of himself as well as he usually did.

Dishes were quickly portaled to the kitchen and shoved into the dishwasher, dirty sheets pushed into the laundry chute and fresh, clean ones pulled out of the linen closet. He also made sure to get out the spare set of clothes he kept for Blitz for when he came over, originally gathered up that first night, when he left in just his coat, carefully laundered and kept for next time. Because he'd wanted there to be a next time, even then.

Something had changed that night, for Stolas. He had always known that he wasn't attracted to Stella, but he hadn't really been attracted to anyone before Blitz had come back into his life. Oh, he found people aesthetically pleasing, but that was as far as his interest went. And while he'd read quite a few romance novels in his time, while he'd dreamed of the sort of passion and connection the characters always seemed to find, he knew full well that he would never experience anything like that.

But then Blitz had come crashing back into his life, had awakened that passion Stolas had always hoped he might be able to experience one day, had shown him that it was possible; he just hadn't had the right partner.

He didn't have time for a full bath before Blitz came (it took him far too long to dry off, unfortunately), but he checked his feathers, making sure that he looked presentable after taking off hat, cape, and gloves. His heart was racing with excitement; he genuinely couldn't wait to see Blitzy again, and it seemed like he was looking forward to it, too, something that pleased him very much.

Stolas had just finished remaking the bed when he heard the familiar sounds of Blitz climbing up the trellis outside his balcony, and his can't help nervously bouncing on his feet for just a moment, before he gets himself back under control in time to see Blitz slip into his room.

He lets out a little laugh when Blitz says he should do something about the roses, that he should at least make a path 'for gorgeous and skilled imps to get up easier," and he can't help the easy smile on his face. Blitz always knows just what to do to make him comfortable, even when he feels a little shy or nervous.

"I have been meaning to trim those bushes," he admits. "I was planning to spend some time in the garden tomorrow anyway," Stolas murmurs, a thoughtful expression on his face, "I should be able to take care of them then." His smile widens as he adds, shifting to a more teasing tone, "After all, I have a gorgeous and skilled imp to think of." And if he needed an easier avenue to get to Stolas, he would do everything he could to make that happen.

His eyes are drawn to Blitz, following him as he crosses the room, taking up space, his confidence and the way he acted like he belonged (he did) absolutely captivating, the way he always was. Stolas realizes he'd been staring and flushes a little bit, looking away long enough for Blitz to shed boots and jacket, to deposit himself on the chaise where all of this had first begun.

❝ - Thanks, by the way. For the rescue. ❞ Blitz says, and even though he's not looking at Stolas, the owl practically lights up.

"Of course," he replies, another bright smile on his face as he crosses to sit on the chaise, leaving a little bit of space between them for the moment. "I couldn't let anything happen to you, Blitzy, not when I could help."

He's quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again, his tone has changed, slipping back into a more flirtatious lilt. "I must say, I very much enjoyed getting a taste of watching you work," he practically purrs, "It was quite…..inspiring," his voice dropped down on 'inspiring' and it was very clear he meant that in several different ways. He always found Blitz attractive, and seeing how he wielded his weapons, how he handled himself? Had only added to that perspective.

[chirpybirdy]

obSESSED with cryptid flagpole xiaoge. holds him in my mouth like a mother cat with a kitten.

I KNOW I LOVE HIM TOOO 🏳️‍🌈🧍‍♂️🏳️‍⚧️

[jokersfangirl84]

Pedro Pascal (my Love) on the cover of Wired Magazine, February 2023 issue. OH MY GOD. Besides my newborn niece, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am actually speechless. Everything about this photo is perfection. That streak of light across his face, the hair, especially that little tuft of hair behind his neck, the salt & pepper beard, his expression, his beautiful rich dark eyes, those lips...the black wardrobe...omg...I actually gasped when I first saw this. I am SCREAMING! Just.....LOOK AT HIM!!

[oranberrie]

Ah the autistic experience of randomly remembering a situation from your childhood and realizing things

[maskyartist]

okay i might've built on it a bit too much h n g now yall gotta deal with my ramblings so i can keep this in one place :0)

reminder that Failsafe AU is inspired by @bafflement's Deaged Oz AU go check it out its a fan favorite of mine ;3c the rest of my ramblings are under the cut

ANYWAYS in the Failsafe AU, Ozpin is mortally wounded during the Fall of Beacon with his battle against Cinder. in a final act of desperation, as restarting in a new body would ruin their chances of stopping Salem, Ozpin reaches for Long Memory and cracks the top similar to how Oscar used it on Monstro. after a bright flash of golden magic, Ozpin's body disappears under the rubble in a poof of smoke.

when Qrow finds the rubble, he finds no Headmaster and Long Memory left in its spot.

when Oscar is towing the fields in the morning, he finds a boy curled up under a bush, using his scarf as a pillow and tucked up into a ball. hes bruised and battered and Oscar knows only one person who could make all those aches better

Ozpin is taken to Oscar's Aunt, Aunty Em, with only two things in his memories.

His name, and that he NEEDS to get to Mistral. other then that, it's a blank slate of past memories and no future ones. he doesnt remember being Headmaster, or his friends, or anything like that. he only knows what 10 year old Ozpin would know, which isnt much.

theres also Ozymandias who has seemed to separate from Ozpin's soul once more, effectively undoing the Merge with this Failsafe that Ozma tucked away into Long Memory.

originally, Ozma had no clue what would HAPPEN with his Failsafe. all he knew was this amount of magic could theoretically teleport his body away from the danger, AND would revert the body back to a time before it was hurt.

however in Ozpin's case, the emotional strain and physical pain he's gone through during his life would revert him back to when he felt SAFEST. that being 10 years old, before the world could truly hurt him. the only pain he has is his leg, and even then he's just a happy kid with a lil leg injury.

Oscar ends up taking Ozpin to Mistral, as he wants to attend Haven Academy anyways so he may as well do some family searching for his new "baby brother".

rather then his normal calm self, young lil baby Ozpin is very shy, often seen lingering around Oscar or Qrow, and is quick to tears if someone pushes him too hard. he wants to be a brave knight like the storybooks and fairytales, and his "best friend" says he'll go down in history one day! but he doesnt have much self esteem

like...hes just a kid. and now he's going on this big adventure with all these Huntsmen and hes so excited! hes gonna be a knight! a wizard! a hero!

meanwhile Qrow is scrambling to find some sorta way to get Ozpin back to normal with the help of Ozymandias, who can't often take over Ozpin's body as he's too young to handle the strain it puts on his fragile soul now, on TOP of all the world-ending war shit going on

oh, and hes an easy target for Salem like this since he's so young :) so thats DOUBLE the struggle of keepin this kid safe!

[pizzazz-party]

in all seriousness, bless you to the person who called usagi a forty year old man in one of my posts. genuinely, this is not a joke—thank you for motivating me to do Something semi-productive with my day.

[pepprs]

also the favoritism thing is still making me so fucking mad and insane btw. im not jealous / resentful of my brother bc he deserves her love and is also burdened in his own ways by it and bc i think my drama w my mom has shaped my life in profound ways and given me friends i cherish and i would never trade any of that for the world but jesus fucking christ. why do i have to beg you to interact with me like a mother. why do i have to talk to me at all beyond asking me to do you 847439473 favors a day. why do i have to beg you to take an interest in my life and apologize when you hurt me and be nurturing and perceptive for once in your fucking life. like it hurts to hear her asking him about his classes and whatever bc she didn’t think i was stressed out w school but i had to talk to a ****** hotline last decemver when i couldn’t take it anymore and my mental health was crashing and burning and it doesn’t even fucking matter to her at all and she’s going to get him the nice gifts and throw him the nice parties and whatever because she hates me and my sister for… and let me get this straight… being complicated and anxious and depressed and also girls. lol!

[rxtualistic]

"you do realize you're committing a crime because you're… lonely?" disbelief dripped from mathilda's voice, eyes fixed on the quite extravagant stranger. her line of work always attracted flamboyant personalities but this one took the cherry on the cake. "not out of necessity or because of the thrill. just because you want some friends." she wasn't entirely sure the other could be trusted but was willing to give them a chance. / @caeruleums based on this.

[leatherbookmark]

actually yknow what, yeah jgy’s relationship to the Atrocities he committed IS interesting! it’s just that people are so fucking annoying about them,