#| yes i did make this whole list

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[deservedgrace]

i try to be quiet about this and just let people enjoy things but holy shit i wish people weren't so evangelical about astrology. and part of what makes it so frustrating is that it's something i want to like and have put effort into trying to like it because it's honestly really interesting to me as a concept. i'm not the most knowledgeable about it, but i know more than a layperson knows about it.

i call it evangelical because i see so many parallels between the way some people interact with astrology and evangelical christianity. the big ones are, if it doesn't make sense or work out for you it's because of a flaw within yourself, never the system (you have to read the bible in this way, with this context, with this interpretation, you have to pray to god to open your heart, did you actually read with an open heart? -> you have to look at your rising sign, you have to check if you have any stelliums, you have to have an accurate birth time, are you sure it's accurate? have you actually seen your birth certificate?), overly identifying with things as an excuse not to take accountability or grow (i'm just a sinner & i'll always be a sinner -> i'm toxic bc i'm a gemini tee hee), and a refusal to accept that they might be wrong or that it might not work out for everybody (everybody outside the church is evil and led by satan -> "that's such a capricorn thing to do!" "i lied about my sign i'm a libra" "oh my god that's such a libra thing to do with your indecisiveness!").

and obviously, they're different levels of harm and impact how widespread it is within communities, which is partially why i try to just shut up about it. but fuckin hell, some of y'all make it really difficult lmao.

[caracolcondiarrea]

Tomorrow my parents are having a meeting with my awful English teacher bc she literally let nearly everyone in my class laugh at my face twice and she didn’t said or did anything and more things she did that showed she is an awful teacher to a student who has the C1 and oh my god, do I want to be in the room where it happens.

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[irusanw4]

Hiya! Call me IrusanW4 or Irusan! Mutuals can call me Iru or Bug if they'd prefer :3

I'm agender, they/it and any neopronouns, aroace, AuDHD, a theriomythic cryptidkin shapeshifter, a furry, voidpunk, and an author and artist!

"The nefarious anglerfish" meme comp.

I take asks for my characters! Currently the list is:

Orion ("Onion") - Mewtwo OC | Pokemon [star/psych/fire/tox/it/he]

Sunlight on Glass ("Shattered Glass") - Iterator OC | Rain World [he/it/they] - also goes by SoG and Glass

Reflection of Constellations ("IHTPOTCATAOMS") - Iterator OC | Rain World [it/they/she/fae] - also goes by RoC, Star, and Potato

Eclipse in Labyrinthine Caverns ("Missing in Action") - Iterator OC | Rain World [they/them] - also goes by EiLC, Eclipse, and MiA

Void Fiend ("Vee") - Risk of Rain Character [they/them] - also goes by Viend; specifically my Hollow Shell fanfic's Void Fiend; most tentative member of this list

I will update this list as I feel like adding more characters! And feel free to send your silliest or most serious asks, I'll answer them as long as they're SFW/SFT! Answers may be in-character and/or have doodles, but I might also just give you a simple answer depending on the ask!

I'm spotty with tag usage but will try to tag common triggers for my own stuff, and I always tag stuff related to my characters! My own triggers are below the cut

I run @different-picture-daily @gimmick-sniffer @highest-bidder-au @owl-identifier and @the-before-daily and try to keep HBau and TBDaily active, though the others are based on my energy at the time. Art blog is @officially-bug-art and kin blog is @buggiest-cryptid

@therewillbenoromance is my best friend and if any of you look at it wrong I will bite you without mercy. He's awesome and does great art so you should go follow it

Personal triggers:

Cat death*, cats or cat-like animals with cancer [especially if they die to it], and stuffed cats being put in lethal situations to demonstrate how a real cat would die.

*Fictional cats are sometimes fine, but especially if their death is drawn-out and painful I don't want to see it

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i can't remember what it's like to just casually listen to music from lots of different bands/artists all the time without getting severely attached to just one and wanting to only listen to them for a large amount of time

[astromechs]

ok, time to throw down the gauntlet as a psychologist: just as an FYI, anything that attempts to split behaviors or traits into explicit and distinct categories is a trap. human behavior and personality do not work that way. tests like the myers-briggs and anything that purport discreet "types" have basically no real validity because those "types" do not exist.

behavior is contingent upon the situation, behavior patterns change over time, therefore to some extent there are parts of your personality that change over time while other aspects of it remain stable, there is pretty much nothing about human experience that falls into neat categories — even the way our brains interpret sensory information. the mind likes categories because it helps us to process information faster, but the truth is that that NEED to categorize doesn't work so neatly on people.

[steelycunt]

there are a lot of odd takes out there re succession but i do think pretending the ending doesnt make sense or was bad because it isnt what you wanted or your fav didnt come out on top is up there like...i was a kendallgirl team ken baby etc but to pretend that it going to tom is like. a badly constructed ending because you dont like tom is so baffling...surely you can separate the two. when has succession ever been about what people really getting what they deserve...did you think all the wrongs would be righted at the end. justice etc. when has this show or this family worked like that when has waystar worked like that...when has succession ever been about the siblings WINNING. be so serious

[crepusculum-rattus]

fellas is it bad to Not tell your homie that you might not be around for much longer in reply

[daytaker]

12. Celestial Light (LABS Update!)

“The only thing I regret about leaving that stupid dinner is that I don't get to watch Lucifer squirm while they talk about that place. They don’t even know that they’re punishing him, and he’s too proud to tell them. I’m Wrath. I can leave when I want to. But Pride is trapped. I hope that dinner goes on for a long, long time.”

I updated my dumpster for early Satan headcanons magnum opus!

Existing Sucks, So Let's All Be Shadows!

Ship: Satan x GN!MC (There ain't one of it in this chapter though. Actually you have to squint to find it anywhere in the first twelve chapters. This technique is what the chefs among us call a "slow burn".) Chapter Word Count: ~5500 Hosted on AO3. Excerpt below the cut.

“Why didn’t you go yet?” he snapped.

“I was giving you time to calm down.”

“I think I told you that I don’t like being treated like a child.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Then you’d better stop slamming your silverware and storming off to your room.”

Satan scowled, his cheeks flushing darkly. “What did you want?”

“Do you want this roll? Because otherwise I’ll eat it.”

Looking more exhausted than angry, Satan sat on the floor adjacent to me.

“Just split it in half.”

I did, and for a minute, we sat eating our rolls, listening to the indistinct sound of voices and the clattering of silverware against dishes downstairs.

I was the first one to speak. “I don’t blame you for being frustrated.”

Satan pinched down on the bit of bread left and looked at it with a sneer. “Thank goodness I have your permission to be mad. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”

“Sarcasm isn’t a good look either, if you’re trying to come across as mature,” I said to him, and he smushed that last bit of bread into a tiny, doughy pancake before popping it in his mouth. His tail wrapped around him and he toyed with the spikes on it, gritting his teeth.

I sighed, tucking my foot under my opposite knee. “Sorry. You don’t need me scolding you on top of everything else right now.”

His fingers stopped working and his teeth stopped grinding for a moment before he looked up at me.

“I don’t understand you. You don’t have any reason to be so nice to me. But you are, and I’ve just been letting you do it.” He leaned in slightly. “At this point, I’m willing to accept that you aren’t just a spy for Lucifer, but in that case, what is your angle? Are you collecting favors or something? Do I owe you?”

I almost laughed. How cynical could one person be?

“Where I’m from,” I said, “it’s not that unusual to be kind to other people just because it feels good.”

“It feels good?”

“If you’re being sincere, and if they seem to appreciate it? I think so, yeah.”

“How do you know I’ve appreciated a single thing you’ve done?”

I met his gaze full on. That was such a stupid question. “What, don’t you?”

He resumed fidgeting with his tail, giving him an excuse to avert his eyes. “…Some of it, yes.” He shifted a bit further away from me and suddenly changed the subject. “That angel said there aren’t shadows in the Celestial Realm. What did he mean by that?”

“…I don’t know,” I said, looking at him curiously. “You’d have to ask Simeon.”

“I don’t want to ask Simeon,” he muttered. He sounded childish again, but I kept that thought to myself this time.

“You’re interested in shadows, aren’t you?” I tilted my head slightly. “You’ve talked about them before.”

“They’re what light doesn’t touch,” he replied, as if that should make everything clear. 

I nodded, paused, sighed, and said, “I hope you’re not getting the literal and the metaphorical too mixed up.”

“Is there a difference though? The Devildom is literally dark. The Celestial Realm is literally light. Angels…are literally light. I didn’t realize that before today.”

I was starting to feel as if what he was trying to tell me was going right over my head. “Does that mean demons are literally dark? What are you trying to say?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I’m just talking.” He shifted to rest his back against the wall beside me. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

[eats-the-stars]

I feel like there are roughly two kinds of "painfully weird kid" that you can be during your K-12 school years. the first is your "I am trying so hard to be normal but I just cannot seem to hit the mark. there's just something wrong with me and I don't know how to fix it" and the second is the category I was in, which is your "everyone around me is so incredibly weird but they obviously can't help it so I will just have to accept this."

[xviruserrorx]

Why the ever living fuck does having endometriosis in your throat, lungs, and your general breathing space area exist!!!???

[countlessrealities]

Send 🫢 for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: “oops!” { to Evil Rick from Weird Rick xD }

Despite what you would be pushed to think, Rick had his own bedroom in the bunker he shared with his partner. The place was spotless, in the way furniture on display was, betraying how little it was used. There were no personal items in sight, with the exception of a oddly shaped jar, filled with a fluorescent blue liquid, and a small device that supposedly worked as a projector, but that merelt laid on the nightstand, turned off and unused.

In that moment, there were other signs of life too. A fresh set of clothes on the bed, waiting to be used. A towel on the seatback of the chair. A half drunk glass of scotch on the desk.

And, of course, Rick himself, freshly out of the shower, standing in front of the full length mirror hanging from one of the walls. His body was completely bare, aside from the towel around his waist, and his hair was still damp, the usual spiky locks drooping backwards over his skull. The artificial flesh of his right hand had been removed, exposing the high-tech skeleton that lied underneath it, and he was busy recalibrating the circuits that gave sensitivity to his fingers.

The first thing that caught the eye were the dark countless scars that covered his flesh. A broad set of claw marks across his left shoulder. The slightly hollowed, large line that ran along his sternum, top to bottom. The ugly burn that decorated his left side, from his hip up to the border of his ribcage. The various scars littering his arms, starting from the ones that marked the whole circumference of the upper side of his biceps. A bullet wound, between his shoulder blades. And then so many others, standing out against the too pale flesh of his torso and legs. Rough surgical scars, for the most, but also deep cuts, smaller burns, even a couple of bite marks.

Normally Rick hardly paid them any attention, if not when they itched too much. And, since the start of his and his alternate's intimate relationship, also when their naked bodies were pressed together. He found the contrast between his ruined flesh and the other's flawless skin fascinating.

The sound of the automatic door sliding open briefly distracted him from his task. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know who had stepped in. After all, there was only another person had access to the bunker.

"I-I'll be with you in a moment, Rick," he spoke up, applying the last fixes to the circuits. "Is there something you need me for?"

He experimentally flexed his fingers a couple of time, before turning on his heels and heading for the desk. He set the tools on it, retrieving a small vial and carefully pouring his contents over the metal. In the matter of a few seconds, the whole surface was once again covered with muscles and skin.

"O-Or is it one of those times when you just like to stand and watch me?" He went on, draining what was left of his scotch as he tugged the towel off.

Not a trace of hesitation or shame touched his blank expression. Nudity was a taboo dictated by most Earthen societies and their mindset, and he couldn't have cared less about them. Besides, his partner had seen him bare plenty of times.

Once he had picked up his trousers and underwear, he finally turned to look at his alternate, head tilted slightly. Gray blue eyes studied those features carefully, trying to read the other's thoughts hidden behind them.

"Do you wish for me to guess?"

[lolacouldnotcareless]

spent the whole day at an archery competition yesterday!!! twas really fun and i got slightly better :3 i also spent the whole day with long sleeves till it was my turn. it did not prevent the sunburns. i have a stripe pattern on my left arm now (caused by my arm protection)

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

My teachers don't know I'm making all my projects about Enjolras