#1 half of those are not butterflies they are moths

[bogleech]

Top ten imaginary bugs?

A tree dwelling cockroach that lights up like a firefly

A big spiny predatory katydid that lights up to lure the cockroaches

A freshwater mantis shrimp I could just find at the average creek like I can crawfish.

A "giant" (like 2 inches) flightless lousefly that can thrive on any vertebrate blood and bites things at night like a vampire bat, wouldn't spread disease or infest homes or even be any more painful than a mosquito but you know it'd freak people out real bad anyways. Just something extra to keep humans on their toes.

A giant (like 1 inch) snout mite because they're really fun carnivorous mites with pointy noses, I wanna be able to keep them as pets too, or an even more giant tick but it's a non-biting scavenger. I want a big friendly tick.

A freshwater goose barnacle that can grow on land and catch insects like a venus flytrap.

A fully terrestrial crab that lives positively everywhere just so we'd have a culture in which crabs have to be recognized as common woodland creatures instead of mainly sea or beach creatures. I just think that would be fun. Might be neat if it's also super spiny all over.

A positively colossal (half an inch) tardigrade. Some tardigrades are predators, it could be one of those. A ferocious mega tardigrade that eats worms and termites and things.

One single small, plain species of trilobite that survived extinction by coming onto land but it's a petty nuisance to us, like it loves to eat stucco or something.

A biting vampire butterfly. Vampire moths exist, but they're rare and nocturnal. The vampire butterfly should be common and act like any other butterfly except that it will bite you if it gets the chance. As with the woodland crab I just wanna see what cultural impact there'd be if one butterfly was scary. It should look really distinct among all butterflies for ease of artistic use. So nobody has to explain what kind of butterfly it is if they got it for a tattoo or put it on an album cover.

[papil0nglegs]

Fallen angel!Adam x Moth Healer!Reader

Chapter 3: The beautiful light

(Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, cannibalism, and smoking

A/n: Just wanna thank all the peeps that were able to vote on the poll I made a few days ago <33 Had no idea what to do for the story so voting really helped me. Also this one’s kinda L O N G, I just had a lot of ideas for this part. (Also this song just reminded me of this fic listen to it PLS)

Adam’s pov:

Another weird ass dream, ever since I moved in this chicks hip-dip apartment I’ve been getting them. It’s mostly the day of the extermination, I can’t believe I didn’t turn back as soon as they started fighting back. Now I let everyone in heaven down, even Lute.

Whatever, I need to go wiz. I should probably stay quiet otherwise that butterfly bitch might wa-

Third dream pov (idk what to call it):

Before Adam can finish his thoughts, he looks towards the mirror, revealing his angel form but severely injured, and with a large gaping wound in his chest, surrounded by blood. Adam lets out a startled yelp, backing up against the bathroom door, awakening him.

Normal third pov:

Adam wakes up, startled at his new dream. He had still been lying on the couch, but his eyes wider than ever. He sits up, some of the leather couch sticking against his sweaty body, scratching the back of his head. The grey morning sky shined between the window blinds, he wanted to go back to sleep, but who could after a dream like that?

Adam rushes to the bathroom, quickly opening the door and turning on the lights, heading straight to the mirror. He gently touches his left horn, feeling a mix of relief but also disappointment that he’s back in his new body.

A lousy cough escapes his chapped lips, feeling that his throat is dry, and decides to get water from the kitchen tap, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. Sure it tasted weird and warm, but he didn’t care. He chugged the nearly the whole thing in one sip, with some water spilling from the cup to his chin hairs. Adam slams the cup against the table.

Suddenly, a displeasing alarm goes off in the distance. He realizes that he’s not alone in here, what could that alarm be for tho? Y/n steps out of from her room still in her pajamas, yawning.

“Oh Adam!... What are you doing up this early?” She asks while heading to the kitchen. “I dunno man, just felt like it.” He responds in annoyance, “What are you doing up this early? You’re the one with the annoying ass alarm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes a bit while opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen waffles, “I just have somethings to do today, so I thought I’d wake up early. I’m planning to pick up something from cannibal town.” She begins putting some waffles in a toaster while making herself a latte. “Gasp, you should totally come!!” Y/n exclaims excitedly.

Adam looks alarmed, offended even, and just stairs in confusion. “Y/n, why in the fuck, would I want to go anywhere, in this miserable place.” He says in a brutally honest manner. “I mean seriously, are you blind? Have you seen what goes on out there??” Adam pulls y/n to the window opening the blinds, revealing a guy getting his brains blown out.

Y/n cringes at the sight, “okay yeah it’s not great, but cannibal town is pretty enjoyable! Cmon you’ll see what I mean when we go there, plus you get to try out those wings of yours.” She says pointing at his scaly two scaly things, leading Adam to spread one of them a bit.

Y/n stares at Adam waiting for an answer, he sighs in annoyance, “eugh, fine I’ll go. Whatever means I can crash in here.” She then jumps in excitement, “Yess!! Also you’re going to have to pay at least half of the rent here if you wanna stay.” (He really thought 😭)

Time skip: 2hours

Adam waits on the couch waiting for y/n to finish up getting ready, y/n was lucky to find her old roommates clothes in his size. He has a leather jacket, along with black jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. He’s wearing the same boots he wore when he got here tho, he thought they’d look good with his jacket. Adam flinches at the sudden steps of y/n who just finished up, walking in the room.

“Sorry, I didnt scare you did I?” She says chuckling whilst brushing her hair. She had a long forest green skirt, along with a brown laced top and a cardigan that only reached her elbows. “So do you wanna fly or walk there? I can teach you how!”

Adam realizes, he has to pretend he doesn’t know how to fly, otherwise she might get suspicious. He assumes that since one angel has fallen, then there must be a shit ton. He can’t let her know that he’s the reason for the exterminations. “yeah, yeah totally totes you can definitelyteachmehowtoflymanandstuffhahahha” He rambles on while his eyebrows are furrowed and making finger guns to him, noticeably sweating his ass off.

Y/n notices this, then coming to a conclusion. “I know why you’re nervous, Adam..” She says gently, while looking up at him. Adam panics, nearly choking on his spit, “Ar-Ar you serious?”

“Yeah..

you must be afraid of heights!” She exclaimed happily, truly a eureka moment for this woman. Adam sighs in relief, the most unbearable relief anyone has ever felt. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, it’s always the tall ones.” She says shaking her head. “We don’t have to fly, Adam. It’s only a mile or two away, we’ll get there in no time!” Y/n adds picking up her messenger bag. “Now, let’s get going!” She says with a bright smile.

As they step onto the sidewalk, y/n notices that Adam seems a bit cautious. Normally when he was in hell it was to commit a massacre, not having to worry about a sinner hurting them because-well they couldn’t at the time. But now things are different, he’s one of them now.

“Relax,” Y/n starts, “just stay out of trouble, and stick with me. Oh and also watch your step, these guys are open to just taking a dump anywhere they’d like.”

The two begin to walk on the dirty sidewalk, y/n being extra careful about where she’s walking, but Adam doesn’t really mind stepping on a used condom or some junkies bag of coke.

“So, what’s it like up there?” Y/n asks, Adam gets alarmed at her question, stuttering a bit. “uuuUUP WHERE?”

“On earth! I heard that the sky is blue instead of red. And the animals there are not as scaly” y/n begins to stroke the soft hairs on her left wing, she was truly torturing this poor man. “How do the animals look here?” He asks, before y/n can respond,

splat!

A large red fleshy snake falls onto the ground, not really moving that much, just there. “I think that should answer your question” y/n then walks over the seemingly dead snake, while Adam does the same.

“So like, what do you guys do here all day?” Adam questions while sneering at the explicit posters causally displayed out in the open. “I mean, that depends on who you’re asking. Most people go on a rampage as soon as they get here, at least from what I see.” Y/n shrugs. “But sometimes you find a stable part of hell, or at least as stable as hell can be.” Adam becomes slightly intrigued about what she’s saying about hell. “Like, I work at a cafe around here. It’s nice but it’s a bit hard to keep up the wage when angels and demons wreck the place every now and then.” She says sadly, Adam feeling a wave of shame, that she has to live in constant fear while working because of others, and sometimes him.

Eventually, both y/n and Adam finally enter cannibal town. Adam being a bit wary, since he sees many familiar faces around the place, but not for good reason. Y/n then noticing, “Adam? You don’t look so good, is something wrong?” She questions. Adam begins to snap out of his cautious mode, “uhh, yeah?It’s not like on earth people are open to just eating each other out in the open-and NOT in the good way.” He scoffs, pointing to a gentlemen eating another’s guts out. “Oof, Rosie might wanna get that checked at.” Y/n says looking over at where Adam is pointing.

“And who the hell is Rosie??” Adam asks pretty loudly, “The mayor, but I’m sure she’s busy today. Anyways, I’m gonna go to the florist shop. Whole I go you can..” Y/n begins to look around, trying to find a place for Adam to get distracted, then finding a smoke store nearby. “-go to the smoke shop!” She suggests pointing nervously to the shop, hoping that her assumption wouldn’t offend him.

Adam stared at the shop for a bit, he had smoked before, but it was mostly when he was able to disguise himself as a human and go to earth. But he hasn’t done that in a while, last time he smoked he found himself passed out at the back of some hippies van. Ever since Sera made sure he was always watched whenever he went to earth.

“…yeah sure I’ll go smoke.” He submits. Y/n taking a breath of relief, “good! I’ll be in the shop if you need me” Y/n quickly gives him a nice 50, then going off to the flower shop.

Adam finishes his shopping trip pretty quickly, to be fair all he had was 50$ and the store was quite small. He just bought a bubbler and a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter of course. He sits on a bench that had been between the two stores, then smoking one of the cigarettes.

He sat on that thing for at least 6 or 7 minutes. As he was sitting, he did notice that this place was nicer than every other part of hell. A bit weird to think about, how just a few days ago they were trying to kill each other. A huge gust of wind blows his cigar onto the floor, and into a puddle to his left. His attention is then drawn into the reflection for a few seconds, but he shrinks away from the pain of realizing he’s a demon now, and turns away closing his eyes.

After a good 9 minutes, y/n comes out with a woven basket of lavender, as well as candles with flowers inside of them. “Oh I took so long didn’t I?” She apologizes. “They just had a great sale on candles I couldn’t resist!” Y/n begins to sit down with Adam, hoping to rest a bit after standing round for a bit. “So, how have your last few days been down here?”

“Shitty. Do you have any eyeliner?” Adam replies manspreading, him being slightly slouched down. Y/n then scurries in her bag, hoping to find some. “I didn’t strike you as the type to wear eyeliner.” She chuckles, handing him the small stick along with a hand mirror. “What shape do you like putting it? I like a thin feline, it’s cute but basic.” Y/n shrugs, “Do I look like Jeffery star to you? I don’t know the fuckin species of eyeliner.” He laughs shaking his head giving himself a soft Smoke. Y/n laughs along with him, setting down the basket of lavender and candles between them.

“I got the lavender stuff for you.” Y/n says, Adam pauses, looking over at y/n. “…you’re not that smart are you?” Adam stares judgmentally, y/n taking lots of offense to his comment but keeping quiet. “Why do I need flowers right now? I don’t need a pity gift, especially if they’re some fucking flowers.” Adam scoffs. “No, they aren’t a pity gift or anything, I can tell you haven’t slept peacefully ever since you’ve gotten here.” Y/n removes a bit of the cloth on the basket to take one of the lavenders out. “These will be able to help you, I can make tea out of them and they’ll help you out. Or we can use the aromatherapy I got with it too, just in case you don’t like tea.” Y/n offers, she reaches over to gently grab Adam’s hand places it on hers.

“I know you’re going through a lot Adam. You don’t have to tell me why, but I need you to know that hiding your feelings wont do any good for you.” She explains giving a worried but weirdly comforting look at him, “so please, let me help you.”

Adam stares into y/n’s maroon and green eyes. He then feels as if a big weight of pressure left his chest, he’s never been able to have a person understand him like this. Especially when they don’t really know who he is. Tears slowly form in his red eyes, as y/n pulls him in for a hug. Feeling the warmth in her body made him feel safe in a way, that he could trust her. That she can always help him when he needs it. He didn’t know the exact words for it, but all he knew is that he hadn’t felt this way ever since Eden.

Adam’s dream pov:

Both Adam and y/n had gotten back to the house, it was a nice trip back since Adam finally trusted her a whole lot more. Once they got back y/n gave Adam some lavender tea, sure he would rather drink a cup of literal vomit than tea but he was desperate to sleep soundly for once. Hell, he could even sleep in jeans if we wanted to.

Adam practically throws himself on the couch, immediately going to sleep as soon as his cheek hits the pillow. He dreams of nothing but a void of darkness, as others do, but in that void he sees a familiar face in it, carrying a beautiful light with it. As the light came closer, it transformed into something Adam can only described as beauty.

He wasn't sure who it was tho, he's seen many women in his life, but he couldn't poke out who it was, only little things.The way she laughed, felt like small bubbles popping in his head. and her teeth coming from her smile, like beams of light, peaking through clusters and clusters of trees. And her eyes, oh her gorgeous eyes, like two pearls shining against the sunlight. Whoever it was, was truly gorgeous. But who was it?

Lilith?

Eve?

Lute?

No, it can’t be

You just met her..

Y/n? ♡

[transstarfolk]

hello! for 2 head mates !

Name(s): SIRIUS (you can put other names and nicknames)

Age: 15

Pronouns: he/it/fox/angel (you can put other first names)

Gender(s): free to you !

Sexuality : free to you !

Species: free to you !

Race: fox angel

Roles: free to you !

Likes/interests: free to you !

Dislikes: free to you !

Boundaries: free to you !

Fav/associated son : free to you !

FACE CLAIM : a blue fox, half human, half fox with angel wings

Name(s): mil (you can put other names/nicknames

Age: 16

Pronouns : free to you!

Gender(s): free to you!

Sexuality: free to you

Species: free to you!

Race: free to you !

Roles: free to you!

Likes/interests:

Dislikes: crises

Boundaries: free to you!

FACE CLAIM: fair skin with medium golden hair with black highlights and he wears jumpers

thanks in advance !

Note — Headmates will most likely not form 100% accurate to the template, and any/all information can be changed to fit your system.

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Name(/s) — Sirius, Vixen, Scamp, Reynard

Species — Fox-angel hybrid, rainkin, fogkin

Age — 15

System — BAHtive, entomate

3rdp. Pronouns — he/him, it/its, fox/foxs, angel/angels, blu/blue, aqua/aquas, pool/pools, paw/paws, gloom/glooms

2ndp. Pronouns (you/your/yours/yourself) — You/your, rai/rair/rairs/rainself, clou/clour/clours/clourself, fog/fogr/fogrs/fogrself, 🌧️/🌧️r/🌧️rs/🌧️rself

1stp. Pronouns (I/me/my/mine/myself) — I/me, Rai/rae/ray/rain/rainself, Pri/pre/preci/precipine/preciself, Vi/vix/vix/vixen/vixenself

Gender — Foxboy, retrosette, foxberrix, fluffyfoxic, vixnimbus, rainfirescentic, angelirainic

Orientation/Attraction — Bi-pan fox4fox

Other IDs — Alderain, aldercorwing

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Likes — Everything related to rain, clouds, fog, thunder, photography, sweet foods, blueberries

Dislikes — Sunny days, the desert, spicy food

Aesthetics — Rainy Day, Soggy

Proxy Options — 🌧️💧/🦊🪽/☔️🐾

Extra Notes — One of those beings to spend hours outside when it's raining. Like splashing others with water but hates being splashed by others.

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Name(/s) — Mil, Pyre, Quince

Species — Human, sunflowerkin

Age — 16

System — BAHtive, entomate

3rdp. Pronouns — he/him, hx/hxm, vi/vir, yellow/yellows, sky/skys, shine/shines

2ndp. Pronouns (you/your/yours/yourself) — You/your, go/gold/goldrs/goldself, su/sun/sunrs/sunself

1stp. Pronouns (I/me/my/mine/myself) — I/me

Gender — Transluxine, wingluxic, stellaradian, angelthing, cirrusdayic, suncreature

Orientation/Attraction — Aroace + panplatonic

Other IDs — Suncloud hearthome, swallowtail butterfly otherhearted

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Likes — The color gold, the sun, daytime, flying animals (butterflies, moths, birds, ect.), flowers, reading

Dislikes — Crises, distress

Aesthetics — Golden Hour, Summer, Warmcore

Proxy Options — 🌼🔅/🌤️🌻/🔆🟡

Extra Notes — Doesn't like to be touched without being asked permission first, with the exception of a very few close friends / family members.

[yelling-space]

Children of light/darkness

it wouldn't let me change the txt 2 black so enkis pink cuz i hate him

Couldnt stop thinking about that one stupid throw away line in fagcats monologuing so i decided to apply it to the rest of the gang becuse i can 4 context i'm going to assume the ratio of children of light:darkness is similar to that a 1:45 type thing. (includes a few hcs.)

  — "Living humans are divided into two groups, yes? There are children of light. Those destined to walk under the bright sun. Those people do well in all hardships of life. They have dear humans who they want to return to. Even in the darkest hour, they can feel the warmth of their loved ones in their heart and gain extra courage from that.” - Pocketcat

Obviously The Girl is a child of light since it’s stated in-game by the New Gods. A pure child, a blank slate birthed from the darkest pits of human creation. The literal embodiment of fear and hunger, a small light shrouded in darkness without even a glimmer of hope. A child who's been robbed of love;the first kind gesture she ever received was being freed from a cage by a man who smiled at her like she wasn't a horrific monster. Yet despite all her hesitation she slowly finds herself gaining comfort in his presence, enough to scrounge a little closer and find herself enjoying the sound his voice,a man that never stop talking even tho she doesn't speak back, doesn't quite understand why he shares his food with her yet gobbles it down before he can try taking it back the second she realises its safe to eat. And then he gifts her the doll. And she's not really sure what to do or what all these overwhelming feelings inside are but the raggedy thing never leaves her side as she trails him like a moth to flame.

Cahara's a child of light, he burns slow and soft. A little flicker of light in the darkness that'll last in the wind because it has the fuel to keep going and can light up other people. He’s a people person, a social butterfly who people are drawn to and ends up making connections wherever he goes. Despite everything he's been through and all the horrors and harsh realities of life he's faced, he's still able to find joy and a love for life. Quite literally one the only thing holding the group together and reason half these people even start to tolerate each other.

“Hooo~ you do? This is the most surprising! I feel like so many people lose the sight of happiness once they grow out of their naive little views of the world they had as younglings. But perhaps it is possible to feel like that, even as someone as old as you.” - Pocketcat

Ragnvaldr’s a child light. He burns bright and fast like a strip of magnesium, his light comes in bursts. Rage comes as quick as it goes and isn't a reliable source of fuel but shines so bright when it burns it almost hurts to witness.

His light’s too hot to get close to when he's burning, and therefore it doesn't get 'shared' before it's gone unlike Cahara’s who serves to light others over coaxing his own flame. Yet despite losing his family he still carries the love his people held for him in his heart, letting it fuel his fire even though he knows he'll never be able to return to them. Yet despite losing his family, Ragnvaldr still carries their memories alive in his heart and never loses sight of the happiness that was robbed from him so instead he keeps their spirits close while he seeks vengeance.

It's for that same reason The Girl and Ragnvaldr are both attracted to and seek out light despite being lights of their own. They both require others to fuel their flame and keep them afloat vs someone whose light is soft and nurturing more like Cahara’s, whose light draws others towards him. Is bright enough to warm your hands in the midst of a cold winter’s storm yet too weak to spark the light of rebellion and bring about change in the world.

 “In the opposite end of the spectrum, there are children of darkness. Those humans are often driven to depression and sorrow because of life's peculiar ways.But they have learned how to live with those feelings. In fact, they have grown to love the ever-pressing darkness within. Those humans are able to draw energy from darkness, they are not dependent on other people. They only need darkness, their old friend.So, humans of light and darkness... Which one are you?” - Pocketcat

It's how D'arce can be born with a silver spoon in her mouth and want for nothing as she gets older, pursuing what she thinks is her dream, leaving behind her luxurious life and continuing to strive higher and higher for her 'goals' – only to constantly be miserable despite it all. No matter what she gains or what she gives up, just never being satisfied, feeling like she's stagnating and making nothing herself despite all the accolades and medals and milestones she's achieved.

It's the same reason Enki can be born in darkness, wanting nothing more then the endless pursuit of knowledge – forced to eat his younger siblings, forced to claw his way out of a well, forced to eat bugs in order to survive, forced to backstab his twin sister, only ever finding twisted satisfaction in a rare moment of joy when he burns his family and the place he once called home into ash – feels so comfortable drowned in misery.

They’re both on completely different ends the moral and social spectrum, yet they both closed off their hearts to the world and poured themselves into their own goals. A way to close off their feelings and shut away from the rest of the world. They both just sorta look at Cahara and Ragnvaldr smiling, laughing and simply ,,,,enjoying existing in each other's company. And they just kinda stare in disbelief at this light in front of them, almost unable to actually believe what they're actually seeing, let alone comprehend how they're even able to exist so freely in a place like this. It doesn't make sense. They're all trapped in this horrific hellscape of a dungeon with strangers they've never met, barely surviving the passing hours with their mess of skill sets and feeble attempts to hold onto whatever draining sense of morality and justice they had before coming down here. And yet these two are smiling and cracking jokes. Talking like they'd been friends for years even though they barely know each other. they just seem so ,,, so,,, bright. no matter how much Enki and D’arce become familiar with the sight, they feel like they're intruding on something; they shouldn't be allowed to see this. 

It's something they've already come to terms within their own lives, after all. It's a feeling people like them don't need. They don't deserve it. Yet. something about the sight is just so warm and comforting they can’t quite bring themselves to tear their eyes from it. 

“Since you were a child of darkness, I imagine you agree when I say that we don't get the luxury of happiness.We only know brief joy every now and then, but even that is getting more rare every day.” - Pocketcat

Considering how both Enki and Ragnvaldr kinda blur the line a bit when it comes to their actions and motives; how Ragnvaldr can be argued to go 'darker' while enki goes 'lighter' despite their soul compositions (in my amazing  awful timeline of events at least.)

It’s how D'arce, a knight of one the most prestigious and well respected groups in the kingdom, borne of nobility, who grew up comfortably, never having to scrape by is constantly shaped in misery and loneliness, can never truly happy no matter how high she climbs in the world vs Cahara having known nothing but constant suffering and struggles, is still able to be happy and smile with people he cares for and find people that love him despite their line of work or less than fortunate situation. He's able to befriend people in every corner of the world he travels to; there's people who care for him and want to be around him. Even though he's experienced the hardship of life first hand he's still able to look at the world with just so much love for life and she just doesn't get how. D’arce just mystified by watching the fact that two men she knows, born into poverty or into nothing at all, scraping by, living minimal, nomadic, no stable environment or home - for Cahara, nobody to call his own until adulthood - just completely shocked by the fact that they can both smile, joke and seem to be just. happy. content with what they've managed to make for themselves.

And it's not as if D'arce hasnt made anything of herself; she’s clearly put in a lot of effort to get to where she is even if she came from an advantageous background, she had family, she had friends (singular, Le'garde, so maybe ok not even 1 friend but shhh),,, has no idea what she did wrong or what she's doing wrong to continue being so miserable in life.

They all have blood on their hands but she’s yet to realise the cause of it is what makes them different from each other.

Doesn't get how Cahara can sit there and joke about the other ways he made cash to get by when he was younger with a smile on his face. Or how Ragnvalder can sit there and laugh at Cahara horrible jokes after losing everything he’s ever held dear. The way they can chatter on about nothing for hours at a time or talk about their partners with just so much love in their voices knowing they'll probably never see them again. (Maybe even wondering if someone will ever talk about her like that with just so much shear adoration in their voice and this ‘swept off their feet’ look in their eyes, but also i can see that not even crossing her mind at the same time )

Enki and D’arce just sat there a lil bewildered watching the first people they've ever seen be genuinely happy in their lives even though they have almost nothing to their name, have lost everything and yet they can still smile and laugh with each other in a place like this???

They are just so confused by rag&cahara’s chemistry because they themselves don't know how to utilise humour and light-heartedness as ways to cope with the tragedy in their lives, having chosen to instead turn their focuses outward. For example, enlightenment and study & knighthood and an entire other persona, as a way to distract themselves from the struggles in their lives and unintentionally bring the focus away from their internal darkness.

It's also interesting to observe the parallels of duos such as Enki&Cahara and D'arce&Rag to, since Cahara serves to kind of draw people out of their shells and show them light, while Ragnvaldr's light could be seen as something turned into heat and ignite the spark of retribution and spur on the need to go on. While it doesn't make D'arce and Ragnvaldr very close, I can see how it would maybe inspire something in her and propel her forward in times of discouragement. (Whether that's out of admiration for rags ability to be able to still go on after everything thats happend or if it’s from the desire to find Le’gard before Rag fucking gets him☠️is up to you.)

Cahara’s used to sneaking around even though he's very bright, and so resorts to coaxing and persuasion, whereas Ragnvaldr is very obviously used to being a leader figure and just kind of 'shines' on people. I'm not sure how well those methods obviously work on people like Enki and D'arce (lowkey think they might be more beneficial if they swapped, but that's just makes the fact i tend to default to enki&cahara + d’arce&rag funnier), but the fact that they're watching it happen at all is so rare for them let alone the horrifying moment that occurs for the two of them when they realise they actually enjoying having these idiots around (each other included).

(This awful epiphany mainly applies to Enki. He’d rather be sacrificed again then admit he cares for any of these idiots, nevermind Cahara specifically. I don't think it really hits D’arce until they’re out of the dungeon if they make it and she doesn't have their company anymore.)

After all, the world was cruel to them so they became cruel back. That  probably affects the way they’d view/interact with Cahara/Rag. Enki especially would have a hard time trying to grasp how they are both able to be so,,,happy,, after going through so much, considering the fact he also went through hell and thus chose to close his heart to the world. Yet here he is, watching these two men who have come from nothing and lost everything who have been nothing but repeatedly wronged by life, talk about how beautiful it is and he just. Doesn't. Get. It. He went through abandonment, being pit against his own sibling to see who deserved to still breath in their parents eyes. He had to resort to more than questionable things in order to survive, he stabbed his own sister in the back and burnt his parents alive after crawling out the pit they tried to bury him in. Hell, he had to eat his own siblings/bugs for crying out loud. and the way he went about it makes sense to him. He's protecting himself. He's putting his interests into unemotional things that can't lash out and hurt him again - things that he can safely invest time and effort into, knowing it will fulfil him in some way, without the pressure of it having to impress someone or be worthy enough to try to seek praise from those around him. It's totally protective, wanting to keep himself from that same hurt, wanting to become powerful and knowledgeable enough to keep himself from being hurt ever again. Right?

It's almost a childish but at the same time totally jaded, adult-ified view of what he probably wanted as a child. Bitter and spiteful since all the while, and hell even his necro tendencies probably have something to do with wanting to be in control of and listened to by something for once in his life.

He most likely also shares a lot of The Girl's wonder in the fact that, despite all the awful shit that's happened and the terrible place they're in now, Cahara and Ragnvaldr are taking a good damn while to break under the darkness that's trying to eat them alive. And even if it's terrible how it manifests, could even argue that Ragnvaldr hallucinating his wife is him retreating back to a better time full of light to cope, similar to Cahara constantly going "oh, this is how i used to gain money, its nothing new lol” when Enki tries to beat around the bush and ask if Cahara’s even okay with,,,, this and just ends up being an answer he's not really sure how he feels about.

Enki: how do you do that Cahara: do what ? Enki: just,,, exist, and seem happy about it Cahara: well, existing is quite a beautiful thing, wouldn't you agree ? Enki: Cahara internally: [he doesn't know that finding worth in life is pointless] vs 

D'arce: how do you do that Ragnvaldr: do what? D'arce: keep going onward despite the weight of everything youve lost Ragnvaldr: i've been freed of the binds that kept me from avenging them, that's how D'arce: Ragnvaldr internally: [she doesn't know that weight will stay forever]

ldk why but I really like the idea of them all having similar views but completely opposite interpretations of something. They're all looking at the exact same sunset but seeing something entirely different, both affected by their light and darkness alignments but also just their individual life experiences that shaped their world views.

I can't find it rn but also there's some dialogue from Nosramus about seeing him in the dark; if you’re playing as Cahara/Ragnvaldr, it's a simple “oh your the person from ealier”. but if you’re playing as D’arce/Enki; the response is “the one creeping around in the shadow ealier” witch makes me giggle cuz ofc those 2 be finding comfort in the shadows and scrurrying around like rats in it

“Hooo~! Very good, very good. I love honest words, even when they hurt me. I say that now... But I'm probably going to feel really awful later on. But don't you worry about that. Really. I have grown to love this feeling of being rejected.”

-Pocketcat

Bonus Daan mention :

Daan’s a child darkness both in how it paroles the girl as children destined for greatness by the gods + both more attracted to “Light”(eg elise & cahara both children light & attract others 2 them) like moths 2 a flame then actually attract people to him

Being a child of darknesses also link him 2 fagcat + part the reason pocketcats so interested in the fact “someone like him” was chosen by the gods(much 2 daans dismay)

hes is literally drowning in misery. Thinks of his life as a curse he's forced 2 live threw with the thought things could be different/better ever crossing his mind 

Much like d’arce &enki never rly know the feeling of being loved & wanted baring teh short time he was with his wife (rip elies)

He has never known a peaceful happy day, mans just straight up NOT ALLOWED nice things & those he has get ripped away from him in the cruellest ways possible & having said lost thing repeatedly rubbed in his face (eg dead wife ,her coming back as stitches + fagcat never letting him know peace )

[ryahisbored]

Rant to me about your WIP :]

(GASP) I AM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW WHY I HAVENT SEEN THIS!!??

okay okay, imagine JRWI riptide universe, right? pirates, undersea, dnd rules, hybrids, etc -

we have a really dumbass triton whos pretty much been aladdin to survive at the big city in the centre of the sea, and we got very magic wood elf lady who just escaped a hell of a lot of awfulness. following? combine those, make them accidentally fall in love after a few years. they run a tavern, they have elf friends, moth hybrid friends, human friends, butterfly and dragonborn friends, even. Theres youngins, there's a lot of pirates, there drama, there's old friends and family, there's revenge? there's so much character growth (also a lot of whump so-)

The tritons name is Ariava and the elf's name is Divina, and you can read about them here B)

ALSO 'TIS WRITTEN WITH @taline13! - SHE IS ELF LADY... AND ELF MAN... AND OTHER ELF LADY... SHE IS MANY ELVES- SHE IS THE OTHER HALF OF THIS SO GO FOLLOW!!

(Was that good? I don't know- did I do good?)

(also thank u so much for asking!)

[on-stardust-wings]

Findings from watching the season two opening. Here be spoilers if you haven’t seen it, begone all who seek to avoid those.

Crowley climbs up the rock (and does not look like he enjoys climbing much). Does that mean demons can’t fly? Crowley in particular can’t fly?

There is a moth (butterfly) that starts flying with Crowley and Aziraphale when Crowley lights the match. It’s the first creature that accompanies them. Is it important?

The fuck is this thing. I thought it’s an elephant first? With a trunk? But it’s on fire. Could just be a rock? Whatever it is, the angel with the box (Gabriel?) spawns right behind it. I would say portal to Hell, but angels don’t commonly come out of those. Or do they now? Anyway mysterious fiery thing.

There’s also a bunch of animals in the background of this setting. They seem to be mostly sheep and goats. And there’s huge bones/skeletons. Dinosaurs are fictional in the Good Omens verse, though. (Something about the dinosaurs are a joke thing? Please let it be something about dinosaurs being a joke, I love this bit.)

It’s raining fire and the poor goats and sheep get torched. :( Looking pretty apocalyptic for a season that (maybe) isn’t about the end of the world this time!

There’s the pickled herring from the spoiler/bts pics! And this person looks like Hastur IMO. “Everyday” apparently already died; it’s on a tombstone. What is the person in the back (behind the herring barrel) carrying? A miniature airplane? A rocket launcher? A big camera?

And THEN there’s the lamp with a face and feet guy, walking in front of the person with the headscarf. WTF is with lamp with a face guy. Lamp with a face guy even has a smaller lamp attached to his arm. I do not want to meet lamp with a face on a dark graveyard!

There are some more spooky characters joining the procession as it goes underground. What’s up with red head and a lamp on a stick guy for example?

Lovelovelove Hell with the magma and the giant spider and the office chairs on rocks (some of them upside down). Giant pentagram in the background that seems to be spinning! I loved the basement office hell vibe they used for Hell in S1, but this fiery Hell looks so cool. Creature with bat wings perching on top of a rock! Great vibes, very hellish.

London during the airstrike has a cool blimb, a tank, lots of wreckage, is apparantly a 30 zone, so no speeding, and there’s an ad for Stairway to Heaven. Seems like a play or a movie maybe?

Aziraphale and Crowley with their wings out walk in front of a bus with “wings for victory” written on the side. And then an aircraft throws a bomb on them.

It is raining rabbits in the entryway to the magic show theatre, and there’s person sized and shaped rabbit in the audience. Is it Harry the Rabbit?

Lots of interesting head dresses in the people following after Crowley here, and there’s Beelzebub. They’re being led to meet Aziraphale in his magic uniform, now upgraded with a cape! (He should have worn the cape to Adam’s party, capes are cool.)

Space! Spacespacespace! Look at the planets and stars! Also the tank, it’s still here. And there’s... a rabbit astronaut? With glowing eyes?

Little UFO crossing in front of that moon/planet! Looks a bit like the flying saucer from season 1.

Thy kingdom airways lol! And it’s raining hearts! On Aziraphale and Crowley on the bookshop roof.

“Give me coffee or give me death” is a very metal slogan for a coffee shop. And there’s lots of music themed stuff in the street. There’s a jukebox, a pile of records behind it, that decoration between the street lamps looks like vinyl records cut in half strung up? And the Bentley is there, probably blasting Queen. :D

The skycrapers are elevator shafts. The one in the middle has an angel in it, riding down. Down to Hell? Ding!

It’s the Dirty Donkey! And the movie theatre is called “The Arrival”. It’s screening today! That’s very clever, wonder if the opening will change with the different episode titles? :) Also, there’s the image from the box the angel is carrying again, on the film posters for The Arrival. Can’t tell what it is.

Look at them all walking into the light! They’re going to be enlightened! Or something. But it is a very bright light! Lighthouse! It’s also covered in scrap and  junk nearly to the top. Whatever that may mean. (Guys don't walk into the light, no!)

My friends, I am really looking forward to stop waiting and see what this is all about!

[blaiseking04282004]

Miraculous Hunters Rewritten: Book 1

Miraculous Hunters Rewritten: Book 1

by DragongirlFury28, Aemon_Targaryen13

Jim and Marinette are half siblings, and are seemingly normal teenagers. They go to school like everyone their age, have friends and do normal teenager things… but that’s not the whole story. They have the responsibility of keeping the world safe from dangers that threaten it. Jim is the eldest out of the two, and is the Trollhunter, who protects the surface lands from the evil Gumm-Gumm trolls, and their leader; Gunmar. Meanwhile, Marinette is the youngest, and protects the city of Paris, from supervillains empowered by magical butterflies, that are sent to those who feel negative emotions, but the evil Hawkmoth. Follow along on their adventures in keeping the world safe from evil.

Words: 401,555 Chapters: 60/60 Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Tales of Arcadia 

Ratting: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Claire Nuñez, Toby Domzalski, Nino Lahiffe, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Nathalie Sancoeur, Lê Chiến Kim, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaarrrgghh (Tales of Arcadia), Master Fu (Miraculous Ladybug), Vendel (Tales of Arcadia), Bular (Tales of Arcadia), Walter Strickler | Stricklander, Barbara Lake, Alya Césaire, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Steve Palchuk, Eli Pepperjack, Nomura (Tales of Arcadia), Draal (Tales of Arcadia), Chloé Bourgeois, Max Kanté, Ivan Bruel, Sabrina Raincomprix, Trolls (Tales of Arcadia), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug), Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Lila Rossi, Original Akumatized Character(s), Wayzz (Miraculous Ladybug), Nooroo (Miraculous Ladybug), Original Characters

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain

Additional Tags: Jim and Marinette are siblings, Miraculous Love Square, jlaire, Jim knows Marinette is Ladybug, Marinette knows Jim is the Trollhunter, Toby is like a brother to Marinette, Oblivious Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Jim and Marinette are each other’s wingperson, Jim knows about Marinette’s crush on Adrien, Marinette knows about Jim’s crush on Claire, Adrien thinks Jim is Marinette’s boyfriend, Everybody in Arcadia knows Marinette and Jim are siblings, Co-written with Aemon_Targaryen13

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42317163/chapters/106261860

[from-dre]

Many Million Dreams Ago • Ch. 1 of 10

“At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” -Plato

Our world is made for soulmates. The stars in the sky exist so we can use them to spell out their names—, a what is to come by starlight, the moon so we can use its shine to barely make out their faces—, a what is by moonlight, and the sun to show us who they really were—, a what was by sunlight. Who could merit such magnificent things but The Lover? A person’s other half that reminds them they are in-fact, incomplete. Who could bring a being to take blades to their once-porcelain skin and rip it apart at the seams but those that did it themselves first? Who could make this planet seem uninhabitable any longer without them by our sides? Soulmates are powerful. They have energy we didn’t know existed. And still—, we are drawn to their scent like moths to a flame. We burn and bleed with ecstasy.

The paradox is simple; live out a lifetime’s worth of emotion in a much shorter span. Such a relationship rarely lasts forever, so we must relish the moments we are given with glee. One remains another’s other half only until the real world pulls them apart once more and again—, they are left in two, only to find another half, in someone else. The cycle repeats but as promised by fate, we all eventually settle for second best and begin to lose sight of something more permanent. So close to restoration. So far from perfect. Prior to truly understanding what sacrificing oneself for someone else really meant, I’d gotten close to something special a couple of different times. Everyone has a beginning—, mine is much like many others’.

My first real crush also happened to be my first real kiss. She was bohemian-chic and beyond sharp. Our friends’ circles began overlapping so there we’d stand—, out in the parking lots and underneath our school’s gigantic arch; loitering, liking each other’s music, and making each other laugh. We’d gotten closer over the course of our freshman year of high school and when we’d found out that we lived a mere mile away from each other, the attraction naturally blossomed into something a bit more advanced. I’d wait until well after midnight to leave through my front door and skate up the street towards her house in another neighborhood. We’d talk and talk and all the while, want to go further though neither of us ever had the courage to make any type of move.

“What’re you doing?,” my mom asked from her bedroom doorway one night. I hadn’t noticed she’d woken up and saw me putting on my shirt and jeans to leave.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” I said. She didn’t buy it, so I had to confess as to why I was leaving, where I was going, and who I was going to see. She saw the expression of excitement on my face, so she said what only my mom would say in such a scenario.

“Come on, I’ll drive you.” We arrived in my crush’s complex at what must’ve been a very late hour. I got out and walked through the dark neighborhood with confidence. I didn’t know what I’d say, how I should act, or that I’d even be brave enough to kiss her this time around. All of the butterflies in my stomach stormed my insides together and I felt a special type of nervousness for the first time in my life.

I arrived at her house on the right and walked up the driveway to her window. I was about to whisper out her name when the front door slowly opened and there she stood—, long brown hair and probably a band tee-shirt on.

“Hey,” she quietly said, walking down the front cement steps towards me. There we stood for a minute before each taking a seat on the freezing pavement below. We spoke and spoke until we finally kissed on a cold night in March, marking the start of our short-lived courtship.

Those were the types of moments which helped shape and guide me towards what my future understanding of love would become. I knew to cherish such memories—, to not allow the everyday routine put them on the back-burners of my mind and just have them sit there, collecting dust.

Amongst an array of others, I’ve had three serious loves in my own life. Every five years since turning eighteen, I’ve allowed my heart to harmonize with another on a deeper level. Firstly, The Girl with the Dark Eyes taught me about passion; what I should feel—, secondly, The Girl with the Epic Tattoos about maturity; when I should feel it—, and thirdly, The Girl with the Gorgeous Smile about wisdom; how I should feel about it once it’s gone. Each showed me a side of myself that I hadn’t known existed before.

The three had hair made of long, jet-black waves and short, brownish curls—, eyes of deep hazel and light honey—, lips of lusciousness and cherry drops. They wore tattered shell-tops and open-toe wedges—, spoke softly, assertively, enthusiastically—, looked dark, daring, and coy.

Dive with me into a story wrought with a blizzard of best-friendships gone awry, anger misplaced at the feet of familiar faces, and self-loathing the length of a horizon that ultimately leads to utter destruction. While it’s got my name written all over it, I realize how I’m still on my own journey and that’s enough to keep me going towards another day, another dream, another Lover whose eyes I have yet to lose myself in.

[attystark]

I posted 7,448 times in 2022

That's 4,995 more posts than 2021!

47 posts created (1%)

7,401 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@they-thespian666

@the-ghost-in-your-attic

@ashes-in-a-jar

@derinthescarletpescatarian

I tagged 1,175 of my posts in 2022

#tma - 14 posts

#awww - 12 posts

#pfft - 11 posts

#rqg - 11 posts

#ts patton - 10 posts

#i love this - 10 posts

#yes - 9 posts

#rqg spoilers - 9 posts

#prev tags - 8 posts

#ouch - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and i learnt that i’m the only one who appreciated the energy of getting the whole crowd to yell “pussy” at one of the most internationally

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Friend and I reached an agreement in physics class

@spiritousfiend

21 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#4

Did I literally start crying when I realised Barnes (and probably Carter??) was dead? Yes. Did I cry harder when I realised how little time he had with Cel? Yes. But do I think that in the end he probably had the life he wanted, with people he wanted to spend it with? Yes, and honestly at least Alex let him be okay.

22 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

Trice Forgotten has already proven itself soooo worth the wait!!

24 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#2

Jonny loves Cannibalism, huh?

32 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

OK but, TMA entity inspired theme park divided into different sections based on the entities.

If you enter from the main guests, you’ll first see the Eye, which has a dark ride inspired by Jonah Magnus’s house, and a museum of oddities where visitors can give statements.

The Lonely has a forest garden, so big that you could walk for hours and see only your reflection on the lake.

On the opposite side of the lake, every night, the Desolation hosts a firework show that ends in an illusion of setting the lake on fire, and a coaster through the forest as you flee a blaze. 

Cutting through the middle of the park, split into two halves, is the Food Corridor. 

The front half is both a parent’s dream and their nightmare, themed to the corruption, it’s all unhealthy sweets, doughnuts and the kind of dubious cafe food that makes you wonder if it’s made of plastic, but there’s also loads of stuff about learning about bugs, like a butterfly garden, and a kids coaster called “Moths Flight.�� 

The second is themed to the Flesh. It sells a lot of meat products (obviously) and is probably sponsored by KFC. There’s probably a few carnival games themed to the bone gardens and stuff, as well as a dark ride about the human body and a shop offering piercings, those plastic body halloween props and bone flower models. 

The Hunt and Slaughter share a section, and it definitely attracts a lot of thrill seekers. There’s loads of coasters including one of those duel ones so you’re trying to catch/escape the other track called “beasts” and a kid’s playground with mass games of laser tag, hide and seek and manhunt overseen by staff members. 

The Dark and End’s section tends to blend together, featuring a space mountain style ride for the dark, a graveyard dance 4D experience that sells fake death certificates from the End, and special shows on Eclipses. The Dark also has a shooter where you ‘turn off’ the stars. 

The Stranger’s section is split across the food corridor, with the small section being more adult. There’s a coaster where the idea is you’re running from a killer clown, and year round 16+ horror maze with a similar premise. The other section is for kids. There’s a two story carousel, a massive circus, a wax museum and a few kid’s coasters. It probably also has a bounce house. 

The Vast and Buried are next to each other. On the overlap between the two opposed entities is a dive coaster similar to Alton Towers’ Oblivion, where riders plunge from a vertical drop into an underground section, though both sections last longer than AT’s one. 

The Vast has a massive aquarium, one of those spinning swing rides, a log flume and a drop tower. 

The Buried has a mine train that really goes underground, a massive sandpit just called ‘DIG’ and a zoo exhibit with mongoose or meerkats where you can walk through the underground part of the exhibit and see the tunnels they did in a large, clear tunnel. 

The Web is one of the smaller sections, with only a puppet show that runs twice an hour for twenty minutes, hosted in a theatre that looks like a run down old house on the top of a hill. In the same building is ARACHNID ENCOUNTER, a shooter ride where you shoot spiders. 

The Spiral has a maze and hall of mirrors, as well as a downward corkscrew coaster just called ‘spiral’ and some other carnival rides designed to be just vomit inducing. 

The smallest section of the park is fenced off, but promises to ‘TORMENT YOU SOON’ and is rumoured to be extinction themed. No one knows much about planned attractions, just the titles: one called meteor people think will be a family coaster and an experience called ‘After Us’ sponsored by the Lukas Corporation. 

At the center of the park, flanked by a hotel, is Smirke Square. It hosts a market, impermanent carnival rides, and a large stage. On this stage, every morning at 6 hotel guests can watch the park be opened to a ritual, and every evening at 10 anyone can watch the closing ceremony of a counter ritual that shuts the park down for another day. 

417 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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[moe-broey]

Taking you on a journey about it. Okay? Skipping around a lot. But bear w me.

Moe Color Theory. There are a few Stages of it. Offshoots.

1) I choose a typically non-gendered color (geen 💚)

2) In a project I never finished, vaguely ballroom scenario focused on Moe and Sharena. Both are wearing pink. Moe is still presenting masc. This is significant. There's gender in here.

2 and a half) Red vs Pink. This is also significant. Something something Sharena's peachy light blonde into pink vs Moe's rusty red roots growing in into the worst at home bleach job you've seen in a while. There is also gender in here.

Enter my first concept.

Okay. We got pink. We even got red. I liked the idea of the pink becoming saturated into red, almost like blood. Kinda epic kinda cool absolutely fits that theming. Okay.

The Problem: I'm just not vibing w it. I complain a lot about the color palette overlaps in the fairy designs. I'm basically just reusing my Mirabilis ideas.

Moe Color Theory. Again.

3) It feels a bit cheap to put it in blue as a gendered statement tbh. Like... when I use pink as a gender color for Moe, it's never in the sense of dysphoria. It's about honoring something. Take what you like, leave the rest. Craft what you've taken into something new.

That said, due to color palette restrictions, and just fucking around. I came up with this

Okay. I feel like I'm onto something actually. I'm liking the blue rose theming (something that doesn't exist). I'm liking the blue with the gold accents, a tie to Alfonse in a way. I've also Realized Something. Somewhere in here I've had the thought of mixing both sweet dream/nightmare fairy motifs -- the pastels/bright colors of the light fairies, and the thorns of the dark fairies. So color theory time. I mix a little pink in there. Okay. We got blue with a hint of pink. Okay. We even got purple. A classic go-to accent color for Moe palettes but also a combination of pink/blue (red/blue if we're being pedantic). What now?

I veer off into something else entirely.

I spend way too long looking up butterflies and moths. Obviously the luna moth and rosy maple moth are Right There in the forefront of my mind bc have you SEEN them........ but sifting through different lists I find something promising. Yellow pansy butterfly. I did feel like I could lean heavier into the pansy motif. Hell I could lose the rose petal bloomers and make them pansy bloomers. The shirt is rose petals anyway.

MOE COLOR THEROY. ONCE MORE.

4) I've found, multiple times, the hard way, that Moe color pallets work best when they're largely neutral/natural colors, with limited pops of color. I have to use these pops of color So Sparingly.

It has all built up to this.

... No, that's too much color. Plus the pink/yellow is giving Mirabilis again.

Alright. Well. There is no going back from that. Trust me I tried. I DO think this is the right direction, but I'm still not entirely satisfied...........

I'm kinda attached to the purple accents, as the color theory goes. But for a few other reasons as well -- literally none of the fairies have significant purple in them. Mirabilis and Peony have purple eyes but that's about it. I also just think. Imagine a pansy in your mind. It's probably purple. They come in a lot of colors! A part of me wanted to see If I could still have blue on the bloomers... but a part of me worries it would no longer be recognizable. One part of me wonders if I should do yellow pansies, or if that would be too much yellow. I do think the purple/yellow is a good combo that compliments everything. In the way back of my head I'm thinking about dandelions, but how in the hell am I gonna fit those into this design I barely found a place for the forget me nots.

IDKKKKKKKKK I JUST FEEL LIKE IT NEEDS MORE REFINING.......... AND IT IS A BIG DEAL TO ME......... AND I DO HAVE LINES/DIALOGUE CONCEPTS AND LIKE A DOZEN OTHER THOUGHTS AS WELL........

But.

I am in So Much Pain.

I'm not making it out of this resplendent concept alive.

[sendasan]

Normally, I don't have any petty flacks with my local news, because it's mostly mundane or it's already trending. But KPIX is on thin ice. >:(

[ruthlesslistener]

Mating Systems Among Tribes in Hallownest

Because I have a midterm on sexual selection tommorrow and this is an interesting topic to begin with. Please note that in this case, monogamy/polygamy-polyandry do not refer to the social preferences of the bugs, but the mating system itself: a bug in a polygamous society, for example, may have a social bond with one individual, but mate multiply because that is the most efficient way for their species post-civilization. It varies. Also because these are bug-people, the mating systems are scrambled up with social systems, so it's not a 1-1 as we see it in the wild.

*No explicit content is actually in this post, hence the lack of a mature label

Beetle Tribe: Overall favors lifetime or genetic monogamy, with a sprinkling of polygamy in differential beetle species that have persisted from pre-civilization times. Competition for the other's affection is fierce, and mates are jealously guarded, with biparental care resulting in distinct family groups. Pairbonds can be broken, but it is very rare, and during the duration of the pairbond, genetic monogamy (essentially, no cheating/open relationships) is expected. While Hallownest is by no means a strictly beetle society, the City of Tears is where most of the beetle tribe resides, and so the culture tends to be beetle-dominated. Being openly promiscuous isn't seen as a moral faliure, but it is heavily frowned upon because it's seen as inviting conflict, as many beetles still compete physically to impress their partners.

Deepnest: Group-living promiscuity with group care of the offspring, though a variety of species means some variation in breeding systems. This breeding system came about because female spiders still have the very strong desire to eat their mate in the height of passion, which means permanant pairbonding just doesn't work. This behavior also evolved because mating multiply ALSO increases the odds that someone is there to stop you from eating your mate, which keeps the gene pool nice and open. Spiderlings are reared together and are tracked through the mother's lineage, with the whole village expected to provide for them. Socially speaking, having multiple casual partners is extremely common, and multiple significant romantic bonds can also arise, though they are expected to remain fluid.

The Hive: Eusocial polyandry, obviously. They haven't changed much from how they were before grouped civilizations were a thing. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

The Shrumal Warriors: they continue to breed as mushrooms do. Don't ask, it's complicated.

The Mantis Tribe: Polyandry is more common, with females competing fiercely for males, and higher-ranking females have multiple mates. They also have the instinct to eat their partner still knocking around in there, but the fact that there's only one species that makes up their tribe means that competition is much more fierce, so males are a resource that must be hoarded, with the highest-ranking females having the luxury to do what they wish with them and high-ranking males having the luxury of more mates available to pick from. Socially speaking, there is no difference between male and female rank, and biparental care is common up until the young reaches its adolescent moult, after which they are raised communally so that they can start to establish their role in the pecking order.

Moths/Butterflies: Lek-display polygynandry with group rearing of offspring and scattered groups of socially affectionate partners that are not necessarily sexually exclusive to each other. Essentially, both males and females will do displays to attract mates, and mating with multiple partners can happen even if this display results in the start of a romantic relationship occurring. Because paternity can be scrambled in clutches, individuals tend to recognize the wing patterns of those they mated with, and deposit their eggs together to be reared in a large extended family of siblings and half-siblings. First the family takes care of the child, and then the rest of the village. This mostly differs from the spider way of doing it in that with spiders, the one who produced the egg generally gets the most parent recognition, while in this system the displays allow for at least some memory of who sired who.

Wyrms: Serial monogamy. I know I said that PK is polyamorous (and he is), but serial monogamy is when a pair is only monogamous for a breeding season, and may either mate again next year or choose different partners. So socially, he might have multiple romantic partners, but if he breeds with an individual (say, Herrah), he will remain with her until the clutch is hatched and the offspring is in a stable position (in theory). In the wild, wyrms live in a harsh climate where resources are scattered or fiercely guarded, meaning that feeding their young takes a lot of effort, and potential partners are often far away or dangerous to encounter. A pair that went through the rigorous ritualistic pre-mating fights to establish the bond will nest together for just long enough to see the offspring leave the nest, but will also mate multiply if other wyrms cross their paths just in case their partner's genetic contribution wasn't good enough + to confuse paternity (as a wastelander wyrm will kill any offspring it doesn't think is its own- so if you coupled up with another wyrm, you either hope their genes were good enough, or you mate so many times with them that a mixed-paternity clutch makes it difficult to sus out which wyrmling belongs to who). So, essentially, they're socially monogamous but have open relationships and may not join up next breeding period; wyrms like PK who stay with one or two mates and do not seek out more sexual partners on the regular are very rare

Mosskin: Tbh I have no idea how these guys function, but imma go with lifetime monogamy with biparental care and an expectation of genetic monogamy. Essentially, they pick a life partner, mate only with them, and care only for their own offspring, because even if Greenpath seems lush with fruits, the dangers of the acid pools means that the stakes for childcare are pretty darn high.

The Snail Shamans: It's a scramble, made even worse with their declining numbers. They used to have social monogamy going on, but post-void civ fall, it's become more of a free-for-all out of necessity. Bloodlines are still tracked, though, so inbreeding is kept as minimal as possible.

[idrellegames]

What’s your playlist for writing dramatic scenes? I know you said you listen mostly to tv/movie soundtracks and I’m so interested.

It changes week to week. It has to be familiar (so I don't subconsciously try to analyze the score to figure out the orchestration 😅) and it can't be too distracting. It needs to be something that, paradoxically, keeps my interest but also allows me to zone out.

Sometimes I'll listen to the same 3 minute piece on repeat. Sometimes it'll be half a soundtrack. Or one of those "OST + Ambience relaxing mix" folks make. I use YouTube Music, so it'll be whatever I can find on there.

I wrote most of Episode 2 to various combinations of music from the Horizon series, namely:

City on the Mesa

Meridian, Shining

Horizon: Zero Dawn Ambient Mix (D3pth0fField)

Horizon: Forbidden West Ambient Mix (D3pth0fField)

10 hour Witcher 3 relaxing/ambient mix (yes it really is 10 hours)

I really like D3pth0fField's video game mixes, they take out all the action pieces that are way too percussive (i.e. distracting) to write to and re-order what's left so it's not in the soundtrack order.

Some regulars I tend to come back to:

Elder Scrolls Online (especially Moth, Butterfly, Torchbug and Auridon Sunrise)

ESO: Morrowind

Wanderlust and Melancholia from FFXV

Octopath Traveller

Novigrad Ambience (Witcher 3) (Most of Episode 1 was written to different combinations of this)

For some reason I vastly prefer the ESO scores to the original Morrowind/Oblivion/Skyrim scores. Which is funny because I have not played a single Elder Scrolls game in my life except for 15 minutes of Skyrim that went very poorly. 😂

FFXV is my favourite video game score ever, with Octopath Traveller as a very close second.

[blaiseking04282004]

Miraculous Hunters Rewritten: Book 1

Miraculous Hunters Rewritten: Book 1

by DragongirlFury28

Jim and Marinette are half siblings, and are seemingly normal teenagers. They go to school like everyone their age, have friends and do normal teenager things… but that’s not the whole story. They have the responsibility of keeping the world safe from dangers that threaten it. Jim is the eldest out of the two, and is the Trollhunter, who protects the surface lands from the evil Gumm-Gumm trolls, and their leader; Gunmar. Meanwhile, Marinette is the youngest, and protects the city of Paris, from supervillains empowered by magical butterflies, that are sent to those who feel negative emotions, but the evil Hawkmoth. Follow along on their adventures in keeping the world safe from evil.

Words: 401,555 Chapters: 60/60 Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Tales of Arcadia 

Ratting: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Claire Nuñez, Toby Domzalski, Nino Lahiffe, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Nathalie Sancoeur, Lê Chiến Kim, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaarrrgghh (Tales of Arcadia), Master Fu (Miraculous Ladybug), Vendel (Tales of Arcadia), Bular (Tales of Arcadia), Walter Strickler | Stricklander, Barbara Lake, Alya Césaire, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Steve Palchuk, Eli Pepperjack, Nomura (Tales of Arcadia), Draal (Tales of Arcadia), Chloé Bourgeois, Max Kanté, Ivan Bruel, Sabrina Raincomprix, Trolls (Tales of Arcadia), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug), Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Lila Rossi, Original Akumatized Character(s), Wayzz (Miraculous Ladybug), Nooroo (Miraculous Ladybug), Original Characters

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain

Additional Tags: Jim and Marinette are siblings, Miraculous Love Square, jlaire, Jim knows Marinette is Ladybug, Marinette knows Jim is the Trollhunter, Toby is like a brother to Marinette, Oblivious Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Jim and Marinette are each other’s wingperson, Jim knows about Marinette’s crush on Adrien, Marinette knows about Jim’s crush on Claire, Adrien thinks Jim is Marinette’s boyfriend, Everybody in Arcadia knows Marinette and Jim are siblings, Co-written with Aemon_Targaryen13

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42317163/chapters/106261860

[inlemoons]

diadem, ch. 5

ch 5, butterflies

universe: Twilight Princess pairing: Zelink rating: M

whoops, fell off the regular posting schedule; let’s get back on it

ch 1 || ch 2 || ch 3 || ch 4 

read on Ao3

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The Lady Agitha has abandoned her pigtails and now combs her hair to a golden shine, but butterflies still cling to the strands and centipedes crawl across her neck and knuckles. The Queen Zelda stirs a little too much honey into her tea and regards her bastard half-sister with clear eyes.

Link watches her delicate finger quiver like a moth’s wing as she raises her cup to take a sip. “There are rumors out there, about me.”

Agitha, cut from the same cleverness, but not so quiet, splits a wry smile just as pretty. “I am a rumor, sister.”

“I promised Father.”

“Father’s dead.” A butterfly so gossamer, so light, so brief, drifts from Agitha’s hand to Zelda’s thin shoulder, “I never understood his stupid shame.”

“You understand this, yes?”

“I do, but--” A centipede scurries across the table. “Do you love me, sister?”

Zelda cuts her eyes to him. A grasshopper has somehow lodged itself into her royal hair. Link has certainly seen stranger things than this but is having trouble remembering them.

“Agitha, it’s what you want.” He settles on that. Zelda is still. “You are of marriageable age. You are of royal blood. The doctors have pronounced you whole...”

A thousand little legs pitter-pat across the table towards the Queen, a ridiculous foot-long centipede Agitha was holding behind her neck, rushing from ungloved skin to brush Zelda’s silk. The queen does not flinch at the touch. Agitha turns her eyes, as clear as Zelda’s, to Link--and how he has stared into those eyes that were not those eyes, so many times before. “So it’s you, then?”

“Unless you want another.”

The Lady regards him, up and down, so thoroughly, but it is what it is, a thing he hates--but it is part of being a chosen one.

“I don’t.”

Zelda turns her head.

[lebrookestore]

ignite it; l.tn

Pairing: Ten Lee x reader

Themes: angst, suggestive, sad-ish, the reader is not in the best state of mind, making out

Warnings: suggestive, unrequited love, self hate? kind of, tens an asshole, a toxic relationship, everyone is fucked amen

Wc: 2k

Playlist: here

Taglist:  @danishmiilk​ @channoticedmeuwu​ @chicksung​ @1-800-seo​ @blueprint-han​ @jenosslut​ @cupidluvstarrz​ @kkakkdugi​ @yunntext​ @vera-liscious​ @leetaeyonglover​ @kunrengui​ @unknown5tar​ @kisshim​ @the-rooftop-fight​

Authors note: ahem, this is a very self indulgent fic, it turned out to be longer and spicier than I had anticipated, its a bunch of making out and angst, enjoy! I got carried away h a h a. I even made a spotify playlist oh em gee

The incessant ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping you sane at the moment. You had ten minutes before he would arrive, ten minutes to pull yourself together, out of a hole you had dug yourself into. Sighing, you took your cup to your kitchen, placing it in the sink and running a hand through your hair.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Time was something that always roped you in. You never had enough, you had too much, you had none. The minutes ticked by as you walked to your bedroom, taking your sweater off.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Was it a sin to feel this way? You had never felt it before, it felt so wrong, yet so right. Every touch was like throwing alcohol on a flame. All it did was help it burn brighter.

Five minutes.

You didn’t want Ten to arrive, you wanted him to stay far away from you. You wanted to never see him again, because every moment you spent with him ate at you, it made your skin crawl. He gave you that momentary high, before you crashed back down to the ground, keeping you roped in.

You kept going back, for that mercurial high, those few hours where you could pretend you had it all, when you could pretend that he was yours, when all you were was a distraction. Stress relief, a girl with no face he gave his attention to. 

Why did you keep going back?

A desperation coursed through you as you glanced at your phone, awaiting the text that told you he had arrived. You wanted him to come, you wanted him there with you right now, kissing you, making you forget everything. How could you have ever doubted him? It was Ten after all, the boy you loved. You trusted him with everything you were, you wanted him to be there-

No you didn’t. You wanted him to leave, but god, you wanted him to stay as well, stay with you and never leave.

It was a dangerous game.

He left so fast as well, you would never see him for more than a few hours on end, before he would disappear, only to show up late in the night, apologizing profusely, telling you it was his terrible memory. He told you he loved you, he promised he did.

He remembered everything else, everyone else, but you.

You remembered when you first met Ten, the pretty boy with an even prettier smile, in the pouring rain. He gave you his umbrella and walked away in the rain, his hair matting against his forehead as he smiled at you, assuring you it wasn’t a big deal.

You met him again later by chance, and he smiled at you again. You swore you had never been more entranced by such a simple gesture before. He was in your college, and you had bumped into him on campus. You promised to give his umbrella back the next day,

You didn’t see him the next day, in fact, you didn’t see him for a whole week, yet you carried the umbrella around. It was about more than just the umbrella, you wanted him to give you that smile again, to thank you and smile again.

You finally saw him and finally returned the umbrella, and left, suddenly feeling empty. You had no reason to run into him again, so you decided to forget about him, until you ran into him at a party. From there on, the two of you got closer, until one day he finally kissed you.

You didn’t see him for a week after that.

He came back, and never made any indication he remembered the kiss, in fact he made no mention of it. He would cut you off every time you tried to bring it up, offering to hang out some other time, or talking about something absurd and unrelated.

Finally, he spoke about it, telling you he liked you but didn’t want anything serious. You agreed, assuring him you liked him back. You said it was alright, it was fine if he wasn’t ready for a relationship, you were fine.

From then on, you tolerated it all, the late night calls, his random mood swings, the times he would seemingly disappear for days on end, before returning and kissing you, avoiding your questions and promising to make it up to you.

He loved you after all, he said, he loved you.

He did, right?

Tick. Tock.

You still didn’t know what the two of you were, and it had been months. Months of running around each other, of missing him and having him before losing him again. Maybe he liked playing games with you, maybe he liked the way you broke slowly for him, forgiving him every time.

You loved you after all, you loved him.

Your phones screen lit up, and it was embarrassing, just how fast you clicked on the notification, eyes glossing over as you read the message.

[00:45 am] Ten: I’m here

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you walked to the living room, past the hall and to your main door, right hand gripping the knob. Everything inside you screamed to leave it shut, to stop this game right now. You didn’t want to be a pawn anymore, you wanted to roll the dice, pull a six and win.

And leave.

But he was so close. Even that thought made you shiver, just outside your door was Ten, the boy your loved, the boy you wanted. Just thinking about it set you off, igniting a fire that lay dormant when he wasn’t around. A euphoric flame that you didn’t want extinguished.

You opened the door, holding your breath.

Tick. Tock.

He stood there, looking gorgeous as usual, hair messy, lips red, eyes staring into yours. He had his hands in his pockets, as he held the gaze, taking a step forward and licking his lips.

“Y/n”

All he had done was said your name, but fuck, even that made you want to drag him by his collar inside and kiss him. It sent shivers down your spine, and even if it was well past midnight, you felt alert and awake, buzzing with energy only he gave you. That short lived adrenaline shot.

“Ten”

You sounded breathless, and he hadn’t even done anything. He stepped inside your house and shut the door for you, looking back at your expectant eyes, before leaning forward and capturing your lips in an intoxicating kiss.

Your hands quickly found their way to his hair, his hands found your waist pulling you closer. Tugging slightly at the hair at the base, you tilted your head, staggering back as he followed.

The game had begun.

Fuck he was right there, you were in his arms as he kissed you. You felt that flame light again, burning brightly with fury. You hated the way you liked it, the way you wanted it to never stop. The sparks jumped brighter, but you weren’t so sure it was a good thing.

You hated the fact you left yourself go through the same thing again and again, the same excruciating pain, just for a few moments of happiness. When he came around, you forgot all the hatred you held, you only remembered that he was there.

Stop, please stop, you thought, before your mind did a full one-eighty flip, pulling him closer. Ten pulled away, pushing you against the wall before he kissed you again. Your fingers fisted the ends of shirt as his lips trailed down to your jaw, leaving butterfly kisses all along it. They travelled down to your neck, and you were lost.

Lost in between kisses and touches, trapped within your own mind wasted. It was so wrong, but it felt so, so right. You didn’t know how to stop, you were utterly lost to him. You felt yourself going dizzy, you couldn’t think straight.

This wasn’t how love was supposed to be right?

At first it was wonderful, you would get those first crush butterflies, you would feel giddy every time he was around, every time he kissed you, Now even the thought of Ten filled you with dread, a dread that would pool in the pit of your stomach, until it was replaced with wanting him. 

It was a rush, pulling him closer, only to lose him again, why the fuck did you still want this?

He cupped your face, kissing you once again, before pulling away. His half lidded eyes stared back at you. You wanted to follow him, and kiss him again, but you waited. He pulled you along with him to your bedroom, he pulled you along like a puppet like he always did.

You were attached as he strung you along, and the ironic thing was the fact he had asked for a no strings attached relationship. Correction: he asked for no relationship at all.

Every kiss burnt, setting your skin alight. It was painful against your lips. It was messy, it hurt, and it was wrong. You shouldn’t enjoy it, you shouldn’t want him, but you did, fuck you wanted him all the time. You wanted him to be yours.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered against your lips. He sounded genuine, like he meant it, but it was all a lie. You knew how things would go, he would come along, he would apologize, he would promise he loved you, and he would leave, leaving you empty.

He would light you on fire, and leave you to burn out.

Of course you forgave him, you always forgave him, because you didn’t want him to leave. Because you hoped that one day he would come back for you, and he would stay. You still held onto that foolish hope that the initial feeling of happiness would come back to you.

That flushed feeling of butterflies, the giddiness, the giggling and late night talks. You wanted the Ten you had met before back, but you wanted the Ten you knew right now as well. You wanted it all.

You would end up with nothing, you knew. 

You were greedy, but you didn’t care. You still wanted everything you could have, even if it was only for a moment. You let yourself get lost in him, lost to him like a moth drawn to a flame. 

Make me forget, you thought, make me forget you. You couldn’t forget him even if you tried. You loved him, didn’t you?

“It’s okay”, you said in between kisses, as his lips trailed down your skin, searing hot. 

Maybe you weren’t in love with him, you were in love with the idea of having him. You were in love with his smile, his eyes, the way he spoke. You were in love with the memories you had, and you held onto them.

You sometimes wondered what you would be like if you had never met him. If you hadn’t been out there in the rain that day, if you were still oblivious to Ten’s existence and everything about him, his pretty smile, his dark eyes. Everything that you loved about him.

Your love was tainted, but you believed it was beautiful in it’s own dark, twisted way. Maybe it was a fairytale told by wronged side, the side of the story that no one liked. You hated it too, but you couldn’t stop it. You lived for that tainted beauty.

All fairytales came to an end at one point, but this one never had one. It was a cycle, the same thing over and over. You were afraid of the end, knowing it wouldn’t be a happy one. It had no chance to be.

His tongue swiped your lower lip dangerously, asking for permission. you nodded weakly, wrapping your arms around his neck, basking in the familiarity of the situation. The flame inside you burst out, angry and wanting. You let yourself fade away in his arms, mind going blank. 

He ignited you once again, only to leave by the end of it, a dying fire left behind.

After all, fires were meant to be extinguished.