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February Feelings - Sirius Black X Female Reader

Title: February Feelings

Sirius Black X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lily, Remus, James, Peter (Mentioned), and McGonagall (Mentioned)

Requested By: Anon! Barley (I'm sorry for the wait!)

WC: 4,947

Warnings: Teasing, banter, flirting, cursing, nicknames, friends to lovers, obliviousness, insecurities, italics, confession, no specific house mentioned, mini angst, and fluff

It was a well-known fact that Sirius Black and Y/N L/N were inseparable, but it was also a well-known fact that they couldn’t go five minutes without making everyone uncomfortable with the kind of tension that belonged in a romance novel rather than the Gryffindor Common Room.

James had a running bet with Lily on when they’d finally crack. He said before Christmas; she said before spring break. Remus, ever the quiet observer, simply sighed every time Sirius called Y/N “my love” with that infuriating smirk, just to see her roll her eyes and call him a “fleabag.”

Peter had tried to stay neutral. He really had, but even he had taken to keeping a tally in the back of his Potions notebook of every time Y/N touched Sirius’s arm for no reason. The count for the day was at seventeen. Or maybe twenty. He’d lost track somewhere between Charms and Divination. 

Hell, the Marauders were sure that everyone else in Hogwarts knew about Sirius and Y/N - except Sirius and Y/N.

You and Sirius were best friends. Of course you were. You just didn’t act like it - unless your definition of best friendship included constant bickering, long stares that lingered too long to be casual, and a silent, stubborn refusal to acknowledge whatever the hell was going on between the two of you.

Another thing, you were both ridiculously touchy. You’d steal his scarf when you were cold, he’d throw an arm around her shoulders, and your fingers brushing constantly - passing quills, books, and firewhiskey at parties. Not to mention all the times you were always sitting way too close to one another on the Common Room couch with your legs tangled together or all the times you’d play with the ends of Siris’ hair absentmindedly during study sessions. And don’t even get James started on all times he’d notice Sirius resting his hand on your knee. It’s been three years of dealing with this. And honestly? At this point, James was ready to lock you both in a broom cupboard and be done with it.

Flipping through your notebook, you gradually made your way to the Great Hall for lunch, eyes scanning the notes you’d scribbled in Charms earlier. You weren’t too worried about running into anything or anyone. Years of reading while walking had made you practically an expert in dodging people without looking up.

You were silently mouthing the incantation to a charm, repeating it over and over in your head, when a familiar arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you into their side. You didn’t need to look up; you already knew exactly who it was. 

“There she is,” He said, voice warm and smooth as he bent down slightly to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.

You bit back a smile. Well, you tried to, anyway. It slipped through, however, traitorous and soft as your eyes raised from your notes to meet his.

“Hello, Siri,” You said back, slipping your notebook into your satchel as you spoke. You didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around his waist, fitting perfectly into the space he made for you.

Sirius grinned down at you, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "And how is my favorite girl today?" He asked, his voice light and teasing.

You let out a huff, raising an eyebrow at him. "I haven’t seen McGonagall yet," You quipped, a smirk tugging at your lips. “But, I’ll let you know when I do.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, clutching his chest as if you’d just struck a mortal blow, stumbling back a step with exaggerated grace. “You wound me, my love.” He gasped dramatically, pretending to stumble, making it look like he was about to collapse. You quickly placed your hand against his abdomen to steady him. The warmth of his body under your palm sent a flutter through you, though you tried not to focus on it. A small giggle escaped your lips despite yourself, amusement lighting your features as you shook your head. 

Just then, Lily turned around from the corner ahead of you. Your smile brightened instantly, and you called you to her with a wave, slipping your hand from Sirius’ side as you made your way toward her. “Lily, darling!” 

She waved right back with a smile almost as bright as yours, her eyes lighting up, “Y/N, dearest!”

James then popped up beside you, having somehow snuck up from where he, Peter, and Remus were walking behind you and Sirius. His voice was loud and overly dramatic as he called out, “Lily, my sweetheart, the love of my life!”

You and Sirius couldn’t help but roll your eyes. But before James could do any more ridiculous serenading, you slipped out of Sirius’ grip and hurried over to Lily, wrapping her in a warm hug. “You look amazing, as always,” You complimented, pulling from the hug. 

“I have to say the same thing about you. Have you done something new with your hair?” Lily asked, as if you didn’t spend everyday together, locking her arm with yours.

James, naturally, pouted, dramatically heartbroken that Lily hadn’t spared him so much as a hug. With an exaggerated sigh, he turned to glance at Sirius beside him, only for the pout to vanish the moment he caught sight of the expression on his best mate’s face. Sirius’ gaze was full of quiet, admiring affection as he watched you with Lily. 

James hummed to himself. He had seen that look on Sirius many times before. It was a soft, almost vulnerable expression, like the world had narrowed down to just you, and nothing else mattered. It was the same look James knew he gave Lily - when she wasn’t looking, when she laughed at something someone said, when she smiled like she didn’t know she’d just lit up the whole room.

“You’re whipped,” James blurted out, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear.

Sirius blinked, snapping out of whatever daze he’d fallen into while staring at you. He turned to James with a furrowed brow, clearly confused before letting out a ‘spft’, chuckling like James had just said something completely ridiculous.

“Please,” Sirius scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re one to talk.”

James rolled his eyes, nudging Sirius sharply in the side as they walked behind you and Lily. “Oh, sod off. You’re so obvious it physically hurts. Just ask her out already.”

Sirius snorted, “Ask her out?” He repeated, incredulous. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” James asked, exasperated, arms out like he couldn’t possibly comprehend the hesitation. 

“Because she’s my best friend, Prongs!” Sirius hissed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know. The one person, aside from you, who actually puts up with me when I’m being a complete arse, who knows every stupid thing I’ve ever done and still decides to sit next to me at breakfast, lunch, and supper.”

James raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Yeah, and that’s exactly why you should ask her out. You’re halfway there already, mate. The cuddling, the flirting, the-” He gestured vaguely to Sirius, “-whatever you both were doing a minute ago.”

Sirius blinked at him, expression genuinely confused. “What? We were just walking.”

James stared at him, deadpan. “Mate. You kissed the top of her head, held her like she was your entire world, and you looked at her like she hung the bloody moon.”

Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out. He caught the sound of your laugh drifting through the air, light and melodic. It hit his ears like music. His eyes slipped away from James, drawn back to you like they always were. He watched as you walked ahead, a little bounce in your step, your arm linked with Lily’s, your smile impossibly bright as you chatted about something he couldn't quite hear. The sight of you - so effortlessly radiant - had always been a sort of bittersweet torture for him.

“I bloody love her, James. Have since fourth year. But… She doesn’t love me.”

James let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly disappointed. “You’re hopeless, Pads. Can’t you see the way she looks at you?” 

Sirius didn’t answer right away. He just looked at James, feeling a mix of fear and doubt. But before he could even respond, your voice called out through the corridor, snapping him out his head.

“Hurry up, boys! I’m not letting anyone else take the good seats at the table!”

Sirius blinked, his gaze immediately lifting to find you up ahead. The sound of your voice settled something warm in his chest. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

James clutched his chest in mock despair, the other arm reaching out dramatically toward Lily. “Lily, my love, wait for me!” He cried out, dashing after her like some lovesick fool - in which, he was. 

Remus passed by next, giving Sirius a firm pat on the shoulder with a quiet, knowing look. A beat later, Peter trailed behind, flashing a double thumbs-up that made Sirius huff a dry laugh under his breath. He exhaled slowly, his smile fading into something more pensive. As he picked up his pace to follow the others, he pushed down the doubt that still clung to him. For now, he’d settle for this - walking beside you, laughing with you, and loving you in silence.

~~~

The Common Room was dimly lit by the fire burning in the fireplace, the crackling of the fire filling the otherwise silent space. It was growing closer and closer to midnight, but neither you nor Lily were planning to go to bed yet. The two of you sat opposite of each other, papers scattered in front of the both of you on the coffee table between you, quills in hand as you both worked through the mountain of homework that was due at the end of the week.

Lily let out a soft sigh, her brow furrowing as she read over her essay for the fourth time. “I swear, if I read ‘properties of moonstone’ one more time, I might just lose it.” She muttered, tapping her quill against the parchment with a slight frown. 

You gave her a sympathetic smile, but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “I know what you mean. I keep making the same mistake on my Potions essay. I’m really tempted to just turn it in as it is and hope for the best.”

Lily shot you a look, her lips quirking up in a half-smile. “You’re going to fail if you do that.” She teased, “But, knowing you, you’ll somehow still get full marks.”

You grinned, “Hey, don’t jinx me.” Just as the words left your mouth, the creak of a door opening echoed through the quiet common room. You turned your head, eyebrows raising in surprise as Sirius emerged from the boys' dormitory. He ran a tired hand through his tousled ebony hair, his eyes half-lidded and steps slow. Your concern was immediate. “Siri? You alright?”

He blinked, only now seeming to notice you and Lily hunched over your homework. His expression shifted, just slightly, as he tried to smooth it over with a casual smirk. “What are you doing up?” He deflected, ignoring your question altogether as he padded across the room.

“Homework,” You replied simply, watching him approach. 

Without another word, Sirius sank down beside you, and to your surprise, he eased himself sideways and gently laid his head in your lap, turning his face toward your stomach. One arm wrapped around your waist, then the other, nuzzling his face into your sweater. You barely had time to react before he exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut.

A soft smile pulled at your lips as you bit down gently on your bottom lip, carefully setting your quill aside. Leaning back against the plush cushions of the couch, you adjusted slightly to get more comfortable, one hand threading through Sirius’ hair while the other moved to rub slow, gentle circles along his shoulder.

Lily glanced up from her parchment, smirking as her eyes flicked from you to Sirius, then back again. Sirius scooted in even closer, nuzzling into your stomach with a content hum as your nails grazed lightly across his scalp. The next few minutes passed in a peaceful hush, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the fire and the rhythmic scratching of Lily’s quill. Eventually, you felt the weight of Sirius' body settle more fully against you, his breathing slowing into a deep, steady rhythm. Your smile widened, heart fluttering at the realization - he’d fallen asleep.

The moment lingered in warm silence until Lily’s soft, hushed voice broke through it. “He loves you, you know?”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide as you blinked at her once, then twice. “I-” You started, your voice caught somewhere between surprise and denial. You looked down at Sirius again, still sleeping soundly in your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist like he never wanted to let go. Your fingers continued threading gently through his hair, slower now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lils,” You murmured, though your voice wasn’t quite as steady as you wanted it to be. Sirius shifted slightly in your lap, letting out a sleepy breath against your stomach, completely at peace, and completely unaware of how much he made your heart ache in the best and worst ways.

Lily just arched a brow, clearly unconvinced, before returning to her essay with a knowing little smile. She looked back down at her work, dipping her quill back into the ink pot, before she added, “You know… James is a bit dramatic with his love for me. He always has been.” She smiled to herself, fondness in her voice. “He sings my name when I’m two feet away. Tries to carry my books when I’m perfectly capable. And don’t even get me started on how he talks about me to literally anyone who’ll listen.” You gave a faint, amused snort despite yourself. “But sometimes,” She went on, her tone shifting, becoming more thoughtful, “When he thinks I’m not paying attention, when he isn’t trying to be charming or ridiculous… He looks at me like I hung the stars and moon.” Her eyes flicked up only briefly, meeting yours with that same calm, knowing softness. “And that’s exactly how Sirius looks at you. Same love. Same adoration. Same admiration.”

You swallowed thickly, tearing your eyes away from her to glance down at the boy in your lap. What you could see of his face, he looked relaxed and content. You sighed, your hand leaving his hair to trail, fingertips just brushing along the soft skin of his cheek before brushing his hair back from his forehead. He barely stirred, but his hold around your waist tightened ever so slightly. Your chest ached in that stupid, tender way he always made it ache. Your fingers stilled for a moment, eyes studying the way the firelight danced over part of his face and how his lashes cast soft shadows upon the apples of his cheeks. You’d always found him beautiful, infuriatingly so. But right now, he looked soft. In a way that made you feel like you were holding the entire world in your lap. You said nothing. You just kept running your fingers through his dark, silky hair, your other hand still resting gently on his shoulder.

Eventually, Lily let out a small yawn, stretching her arms overhead. “Alright,” She murmured, blinking tiredly. “I should get to bed before I pass out and ruin this essay with drool.” She began gathering her books and parchment into a neat pile, stuffing them into her bag. As she stood, she paused, “Good luck.” She whispered before walking off toward the girl’s dormitory.

You sighed quietly when you heard the door close behind her. The fire’s glow flickered across Sirius’ face as he remained curled up against you, peaceful and unaware. Your hand slowed in his hair, brushing the strands back from his forehead once again, your fingers memorizing every line, every angle of him. Carefully, with one hand, you reached back, fingers brushing against the soft knit of the red throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. You tugged it free, slowly unfurling it with a soft rustle before gently laying it over Sirius’ resting form. You took your time, making sure it was tucked around his shoulders and draped down his back, cocooning him in warmth.

You let out a quiet sigh, your fingers instinctively returning to his hair. “You don’t know what you do to me, Siri,” You whispered, your voice barely audible over the gentle crackle of the fire. Your eyes lingered on him, tracing every detail - his lashes, the faint freckles across his nose, the way his mouth was slightly parted as he breathed. A wistful smile tugged at your lips. “You drive me mad, you know that? And I think… I think I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

You leaned down, heart pounding, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering for just a second longer. Settling back into the couch, you exhaled slowly, your eyelids growing heavier with every slow blink. As you drifted off to sleep, your breathing evened out, soft and steady.

And beneath the blanket, with his face tucked against your stomach, Sirius did his best to keep his eyes closed and his breathing slow. His heart thundered in his chest, the echo of your words playing over and over in his mind. You’d said it - you loved him. And Merlin, he wanted to open his eyes, to pull you into his arms, to say it back right then and there.

But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Not yet. 

~~~

The first light of morning filtered through the cracks in the curtains, casting a golden glow over the Common Room. Stirring, Sirius groaned softly, opening his eyes slowly, only to realize that you were in his arms. Throughout the night, you had both moved, somehow managing to lay on the couch in a somewhat comfortable position. Sirius was on his back, his arms wrapped tight around you, while you were laying half on top of him and half to the side, your hand over his heart, while your face was buried against his neck. Your soft, even breathing brushed against his skin, sending a flutter through his chest. For a moment, he just stayed there, frozen, taking in the sensation of having you so close - feeling your warmth seep into his skin, mingle with his bones, and wrap around his soul.

Then, you began to stir, a soft murmur escaping your lips as you shifted closer to him. His hand found its way to your back, gently rubbing it, feeling the soft rise before you shifted again, and suddenly you were wide awake, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You sat up quickly, a surprised gasp escaping your lips as you pulled yourself away from him. Your eyes flicked everywhere, avoiding his gaze, as you quickly tried to smooth your hair down.

"I’m sorry" You awkwardly chuckled out, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that.”

Sirius chuckled softly, the warmth in his chest spreading at the sight of you flustered. “Hey, love, it’s fine,” His voice steady. “No need to apologize.”

You nodded, before looking out the window, seeing the sun beginning to rise. “It’s morning,” You said, before standing up. "I should probably get ready for class," You muttered, but before you could move much further, Sirius reached out and grabbed your hand, his grip firm but gentle, pulling you back toward the couch. In one smooth motion, you were sitting again - this time, halfway in his lap. You gasped in surprise, your breath hitching as your eyes locked with his, the space between you both feeling incredibly, impossibly small. “Siri, we have to get ready for class.” You glanced shortly around the Common Room, no one was around. “I think we might be late.” You let out a chuckle, looking back at him.

Sirius worried on his bottom lip, something you knew he only did when he was really nervous. And there was this look on his face, one you hadn’t really seen before. It wasn’t his usual smirk, or anything, but something serious. 

Tilting your head to the side slightly, you reached out with a hand, cupping his chin before freeing his bottom lip with his bottom lip. “Why so serious?” You asked, poking his cheek only for him to grab your wrist gently, shutting his eyes as he brought it to his cheek, letting out a somewhat shaky breath.

You frowned at the sudden shift, your playful expression fading as you gave him your full attention. This didn’t feel like the time for teasing.

Sirius looked at you, eyes searching, voice barely above a whisper. “Just… Tell me you’ve wanted me too. Even half as much as I’ve wanted you.”

Your shoulders dropped, breath catching as your eyes widened. “You… Want me?”

He nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching with something far softer than his usual flirtatious grin. “Why do you think I spend every spare moment with you?” He asked gently. “It’s not just for the laughs or the teasing - though I love that too. Or because you always save me a spot on the couch.” His hand was still on your cheek, thumb brushing slowly over your skin. “I want to be around you all the time. I crave your laugh, your weird little ramblings when you’re half-asleep, the way you laugh at my terrible jokes, the way you always know when I’m off- how you never push, but you always stay. Shit, even the way you roll your eyes at me. I want all of it. I want you. You're the only person who makes me feel like I can just be me.” He let out a soft, shaky breath. “You feel like home.”

You blinked, heart thudding, then tried to ease the tension bubbling in your chest with a soft grin. “You sure that’s not just because I always let you use my notes when you forget to write yours?” 

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand down his face before throwing his head back dramatically. “Merlin, Y/N, I’m trying to be serious here!”

You laughed, leaning in a little closer. “But you are Sirius.”

He groaned, exasperated, “You’re ridicu-”

But before he could finish, you surged forward, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through the soft strands of hair there. Without a second thought, you pulled him down, closing the space between you and pressing your lips to his, shutting him up. Sirius froze for half a second, like his brain needed to catch up with his heart, and then he kissed you back. His hand found your waist, the other cradling your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek like you were made of stardust and silk.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, your foreheads pressed together. His fingers still curled at your waist, holding on like he never wanted to let go. Sirius let out a soft, breathy chuckle, eyes still closed, the corners of his mouth twitching into that familiar, lazy grin. “I’ve been waiting for that,” He murmured, voice rough and warm, “Since fourth year.”

You let out a breath of laughter, your nose brushing against his as you smiled. “Yeah? Well, I’ve got you beat.” He raised an eyebrow as you both pulled back. You smirked. “I’ve been waiting since third.”

Sirius blinked, then laughed - full and loud, “Merlin, you stubborn, brilliant thing,” He said, shaking his head affectionately. “All that time, and we could’ve been doing this instead of pretending we weren’t both stupidly in love.”

You grinned, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Well, we’re here now.”

“Yeah,” He whispered, his voice suddenly softer, more serious, as he leaned in again, “We are.”

~~~

Walking down the hall, you laughed, carefree and light as Sirius swung your intertwined hands back and forth between you. The morning sun streaked through the tall window, catching in his and your hair and giving you both a soft, golden glow. Suddenly, Sirius grinned and raised your joined hands, making you twirl under his arm with an elegant little spin before he tugged you right into his side, his arm draping easily over your shoulders. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, bumping your hip into his as he leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head, steadily making your way into the Great Hall. You smiled, realizing that you had more time to eat than you realized. Your eyes scanned the familiar tables until they landed on your friends, already seated. You chuckled under your breath, amused at the sight of James with his elbow propped on the table, his fist squishing into his cheek as he gazed dreamily at Lily, who was valiantly pretending not to notice. Remus sat beside her, shaking his head before going back to his book, while Peter beside him was already halfway through his second piece of toast.

Sliding into your seat beside Sirius, across from the four, you greeted them all with a bright smile, “Good morning!”  

Lily raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her face as you began placing food on your plate, “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Can you blame her?” Sirius said smoothly, stealing a grape from your plate. “She gets to start her day with me.”

You elbowed him lightly, but Sirius only smirked down at you in return, his hand slipping down to rest on your thigh beneath the table. The warmth of his touch burned through the fabric of your robes, and you felt your cheeks flush instantly, heat creeping up your neck.

Across the table, James caught the exchange and leaned forward with an all-too-knowing smirk. “So,” He drawled, lifting his mug of pumpkin juice dramatically. “How’d you two sleep last night?”

You froze for a second, eyes widening slightly before you began pouring yourself some blueberry tea. Sirius raised a brow in response, casual and unbothered. “Great, actually,” He said smoothly, voice laced with amusement.

James grinned wider. “Yeah, I bet. You looked mighty comfy this morning when I came downstairs. Didn’t want to wake you. You both looked too peaceful. Almost domestic, really.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you reached for your toast. “Oh, please, Prongs, you’re just jealous you weren’t cuddling Lily this morning.”

James didn’t even try to deny it. “Obviously,” He said without missing a beat, turning dramatically to Lily with wide, hopeful eyes. “So when do I get to cuddle you, my love? I’m house-trained, I promise.”

Lily sighed, long-suffering but not entirely annoyed, her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile. “You’re barely trained, James.”

Sirius barked out a laugh, resting his chin on his hand as he looked between the two. “Merlin, this table is getting disgustingly sweet.”

“You started it,” Lily pointed out dryly.

Sirius just grinned, unbothered, and took a bite of his toast, crumbs sticking to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t say anything, just scooted a little closer to you on the bench. You looked up at him with a soft smile, noticing the crumbs. Without thinking, you reached up and gently brushed them away with your thumb.

Sirius chewed the last bite and swallowed, murmuring, “Thanks, love.”

The four friends across from you all exchanged looks, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Lily finally broke the silence. “So… When did this all happen?”

Sirius, still looking at you and not the least bit fazed, replied simply, “This morning.”

James groaned dramatically and flopped sideways into Lily’s shoulder like he’d just taken a hit. “Ugh, why!”

Lily, very casually, held out her hand to him. “Pay up.”

James reached into his pocket with a wounded expression and slapped four Galleons into her palm. “You’re evil, but I still love you.” He muttered.

Sirius blinked. “You bet on us?”

James nodded against Lily’s shoulder, defeated. “She said you two would finally get together before spring break, but after Christmas. I said before Christmas.”

Lily smirked, pocketing the winnings. “I always win when it comes to you two. The tension was unbearable.”

James sighed dramatically again. “Why couldn’t you have just snogged two months ago? You could’ve saved me four Galleons.”

You and Sirius shared a look before bursting into laughter. Lily rolled her eyes fondly, “Honestly, it’s about time.”

“Agreed,” Remus muttered, not even looking up from his book. “Now maybe the rest of us can finally have some peace.”

Peter snickered into his pumpkin juice, he knew that wasn’t true.

You leaned your head against Sirius’s shoulder, letting out a content sigh as the chatter continued around you. The Great Hall was alive with noise and movement, students hurrying through breakfast before class, but you barely noticed any of it. Not when Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of your head and whispered, “Best morning I’ve ever had.”

“Even better than the time James tried to serenade Lily and accidentally hexed his own eyebrows off during breakfast?” You asked teasingly.

He grinned, lips brushing your ear. “That one’s a close second.” You laughed, and the sound felt light. 

Whatever came next, detentions, exams, the unpredictable chaos of Hogwarts, you knew one thing for sure: you and Sirius had finally found your rhythm, and you weren’t about to let it go. And judging by the way he held you a little closer and stole one more kiss before class, neither was he.

~~~

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[ckret2]

heya! I've seen how bloated your message collection is so I'm not really expecting this to get a response, but I felt like I should leave a lil vein of silliness nonetheless. idk if it's ever been touched on, but - if given the resources and stovetop/utensil access, and assuming he doesn't immediately decide to do anything nefarious with said privileges - how good would you rate Bill's cooking skills from 'a toddler with a spatula' to 'a trillion years is more than enough time to learn to julienne a carrot like a michelin restaurant chef'? on an unrelated note - I was relistening to some older playlists, and when Spring and a Storm by Tally Hall came on I immediately thought of your fic. Something about the leading voice, the bittersweetness of the rain, and a knowledgeable being the size of a celestial body felt very familiar...

once again, as I sign off - cause i've definitely said it before - absolutely in awe at your work. This fic has absolutely changed my experience of re-entering the fandom. May the burnout curse pass you by untouched.

this is one that actually has some canon hints:

that doesn't necessarily mean he can cook well. But he can cook—and enough different things to fill a cookbook.

Personally I think his ability to cook things HE'D like is about an 8.5, and his ability to cook things HUMANS would like is a 6 when he's trying, and a 3 when he isn't trying. His skills are pretty good; but his palate is alien.

He's willing to treat literal dirt like a spice (and has salient opinions on the taste & texture of different kinds of dirt—we see him talk about the taste of Gravity Falls's dirt in TBOB). He considers poison's effect on the body to be a part of the culinary experience as worthy of consideration as flavor, temperature, or mouthfeel. (And why do humans consider that weird?! Humans voluntarily consume booze, caffeine, and capsaicin—cyanide is just as edible! Once!) Most of his favorite flavors are emotional experiences, and unfortunately for the nearby humans, he DOES know how to recreate those flavors. He considers hallucinogenics/narcotics their own group on the food pyramid. And so on.

Being stuck in a human body would hamper both his mechanical skills (he has more experience telekinetically causing an egg to invert itself than he does with cracking it the normal way) and his patience (why wait two hours for something to cook when this stupid thing needs to eat like every four hours? just crack an egg on bread, microwave it, slather on grape jelly, and dump on fourteen spices). So he likely wouldn't use the full extent of his culinary capabilities. But he has them.

tl;dr: he knows exactly what he's doing in the kitchen, and because of that it can be charged as a premeditated crime.

[prisma-palace]

Mind sharing your HMSW designs with the class?/nf

HELLO!!! apologizes for the late reply i forget to check my inbox ^^ i've actually been intending to make reference sheets for em... buuuut i havent gotten around to that yet. so. heres what i got as of now!

(i'll make a big post digging more into specific details and design choices and headcanons Eventually cause i do have a lot to say. but that'll probably be included in the ref sheets when i finally make them. Unless someone asks me about specific details. Wink Wink Nudge Nudge)

mind

spider motifs!!! he has little fangs and an extra set of arms (that i keep forgetting to draw him with Oopsies). the spiderness was Unintentional at first but then i decided to just go with it and lean into it more cause i liked that idea. ill probably eventually redesign him to make him look Even More spidery but that day is not today sorry

his lower set of arms can extend/retract as he chooses. he likes to annoy heart with this. he also installed said arms himself one loop. it confused the Fuck out of heart & soul

HMS are all the same height so he wears heels to be taller cause of his Ruler-Of-Everything complex. and also i just like drawing characters with cunty ass heels

the broken side of his face is a result of the juno incident! his teeth are exposed and the big ol light on that side is his broken eyelight. its supposed to vaguely resemble a sun

also his teeth are blue. yeah

OH YEAH he also has a plug tail. it was a more recent addition so it isnt in these drawings but he does have it

heart

last two are a little old. but they show off his design so it doesnt matter

face feathers!!!!!! makes him look more creaturey :-)

the way his hair parts is supposed to be shaped like a heart

he does have a teeny feather tail but its usually covered up by clothing

his wings are purposefully messy looking, he does NAWT take care of himself. sigh. he cant really fly with them because theyre not strong enough to carry him, but he can hover/glide for short periods of time

hes SOME kind of amalgamation creature. mooostly bird, but nobody really knows exactly what he is. not even himself!

he has claws and sharp teeths hehe

he can Technically see but its VERRYYY blurry, he can only rlly see vague blobs of color. hes also super light sensitive so he wears the blindfold more out convenience than anything else ^^

hes a trans guy cuz im a trans guy and i said so Thank You

soul

right. so the problem with my soul design is that i've been meaning to redesign him for, like, a long time. However i havent actually properly fully drawn my new design for him yet! so instead enjoy what i Could find, put in order of newest to most outdated :-)

devil motifs however theyre not really fully intentional it just kinda Happened. hes not really anything specific to me, just an Unidentified Thing

neck scar. No further comment!

he has two rings on his horns, blue for mind and purple for heart

his middle horn is broken off .. :-)

claws but only on the shadowy side

if he gets particularly stressed or angry his shadow side starts to lose form and get all static-y

star shaped rip on his jeans!

also he has a star patch on his sleeve, as to match with heart and mind, who have a moon and sun patch on their knee and coat pocket respectively!

^^^ the yellow background on his patch is intentional

the eye on his shadow side is always closed. if its open thats how you KNOW you Fucked Up

whole

my whole design also has a problem but its kinda different. and its that. i dont. really. draw him often? what i Do have of him is either Old or not colored. so like. have what i do have i guess ^^

hes literally Just Some Regular Guy

his hair is a combo of HMS's: length/half-circle shape from heart, bangs from mind, ponytail + side thingies from soul

they arent rlly shown in these but he has two bracelets! one is red, purple, n blue and the other is tally hall colors

i kinda gravitate towards his name being CJ. a while ago i saw someone somewhere call him first name "Cash" last name "Something-That-Starts-With-J-I-Cant-Remember" hence the nickname CJ and its stuck with me. but also i havent thought about it all that much so Who Knows

theres a difference between him and "whole". whole is more of a Concept while hes the actual Person

on the rare occasions he manifests in headspace, HMS only see him as a shadowy figure. the closer they get to concord, the more of him gets revealed!

also. you didnt ask for her. but i wanna show her off anyway

love interest

i need to draw her properly sometime soon......

i like to think that her name is stella. as a miracle musical reference. heheh

idk shes very subject to change ill probably fuck around with her color palette sometime soon

i dont have like anything to say about her sorry. i like her. shes fun to draw

[sosoribro]

1 YEAR OF CARLO OBSESSION GIVE IT UP FOR 1 YEAR <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

YAP SESH BELOW!

let's start at the beginning.

my name is miles morale- wait no

it ALL started in march 2024 where i was watching a whole bunch of poofesure's papa's videos. why? comfort probably

i became interested in the reoccurring characters in the games, and decided to look some of them up myself.

then, i was clicking around on the wiki, and i eventually found him.

i liked him instantly. i think it was his design that caught my eye at first. i read his flipdeck and thought, "wow! he sounds like a really sweet character! :3"

and on the 12th of march 2024, i made these little doodles of him

i found his hair difficult to get the hang of.

i did the best i could, and also decided "you know what? make it longer" and so i did. and it has sort of grown over the months, i've noticed.

i find it interesting that if you were to look at my carlo art from the first drawing to this one, it would look a bit like he himself had grown.

i draw him with the features that i do (i.e freckles, pimples, long hair) because that's just what i think would make him look beautiful oh yeah did i mention that i have a crush on him because yeah

as for headcanons, a lot of them once again come from what i would find attractive. most prominently his personality and temperament.

in my opinion, carlo is a soft-spoken and very sweet person. he's attentive and gentle with people.

i also seem to have given him traits that i myself have. for example, his emotional sensitivity and his fear of being a burden to others.

also he's asexual just like me.

this is important to me.

he's very important.

initially, i thought of carlo as a very romantic person. however, currently, i view him as loving in a variety of ways. he loves his friends, he loves his family, he loves animals, he loves nature, he loves so many things.

and while i do not headcanon him as being on the aromantic spectrum, i think he would enjoy reading about and thinking about romance, but the idea of actually being in a relationship makes him nervous.

i do not ship him with any characters.

he and deano have been best friends since childhood. carlo was a very quiet child, but deano seemed to understand him in a way nobody else did at the time.

he and koilee are close friends. she made him friendship bracelets and he wears them all the time.

he and scarlett had been friends since before her band came to be.

he knew marty from when he (marty) was clover's age, since he taught him guitar (canon).

clover likes him a lot, because she feels understood around him. she knows its okay to have feelings and be afraid or sad or angry.

carlo worries for clover sometimes, as she's put herself out there at such a young age. i headcanon her to be younger than carlo was when he started performing with his family.

let's talk about his family.

he worries for bruna. she works very hard, and it's clear that it isn't good for her. when she needs it, he looks after her with zero complaint.

he looks up to gino. gino is calm and knows what he needs, when he needs it, whilst carlo can be reluctant to admit when he's struggling.

he's abundantly grateful for his father. his father always knows when something's wrong. he lets carlo know that there isn't any shame at all in needing help or support, no matter how much support you need. he knows that carlo is trying his best.

and i'll be so honest right now i barely ever think of his relationship with olga i am so sorry💀

songs i associate with carlo:

'love, me normally' - will wood

'against the kitchen floor' - will wood

'¡aikido! (neurotic/erotic)' - will wood and the tapeworms

'um, it's kind of a lot' - will wood

'you' - tally hall

'cupid' - jack stauber

wow thats a lot of will wood

in conclusion, carlo is an absolute angel who tries so hard. he is trying so hard. he's incredible but he's way too bashful to admit it. i love him a lot. i have loved him a lot for a year. and maybe another year. and maybe another year. etc. maybe? i dont know yet

but i think that carlo would say that it's okay to not know what's going to happen.

i certainly didnt know i would be here a whole year later making a huge tumblr post about this guy from a fun little series of fun little food games designed for 8 year olds but here we are.

[peppymintdreams]

Threads Rewoven

Zaros Kymen Atha’lin x Earis (Modern AU)

Request via @vionnette the children called and mother answered I had to sketch this out had to get back in my fashion phase to make some things make sense (I apologize if it didn’t meet your expectations)

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The echo of his footsteps bounced off the polished marble floors as Zaros Kymen Atha’lin strode into the dimly lit corridors of the Serulla Vogue building. Once a bastion of creative brilliance and bold artistry, the iconic space was now a shadow of its former self, slated for demolition after this final, star-studded fashion show.

Zaros had promised himself he’d never return to this world. Not after that night—the royal ballroom show.

He clenched his jaw at the memory. That had been his finest work, a collection so daring, so avant-garde that it had left audiences breathless. But none of it mattered. The competition had been rigged. Every designer knew it, every critic whispered it: Earis Ilves had been given more time, more resources, more attention. When the scores came in and Earis was crowned Serulla’s Fashion Heir, Zaros had walked away, humiliated and furious.

He retired that night. Left the spotlight. Stopped creating.

But now, with the runway itself on the brink of destruction, he had returned—not as a designer, not as a makeup artist, but as a model.

For weeks, his inbox had been flooded with desperate pleas from designers, each clamoring for his name to bolster their collections. Zaros had skimmed the emails with disinterest, finally picking a request at random. To him, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to win.

He was here to advocate.

For the workers. For the designers. For the creative souls who had built this industry. The demolition of the Serulla Vogue building wasn’t just the end of a structure—it was the erasure of a legacy.

The Serulla Vogue building wasn’t just any runway. It had been the cradle of countless careers, the backdrop of every pivotal moment in fashion for decades. Zaros could still remember the first time he’d walked its gilded halls, fresh out of university and filled with ambition. Back then, it had felt like stepping into a dream—every corner was alive with the hum of sewing machines, the click of heels on polished floors, the hushed tones of designers whispering about upcoming collections.

It was here that Zaros had first met Earis Ilves.

The memory of that first encounter was etched into his mind. Earis had walked into a pre-show critique with the kind of effortless confidence that turned heads, their piercing gaze sweeping over Zaros’s collection before offering a curt, “It’s bold. But predictable.”

At the time, he had been too stunned to reply, but that single comment had lit a fire in him. Earis became his benchmark, his rival, and—though he’d never admit it—his equal. For years, they had competed on the same stages, their names often spoken in the same breath as the future of Serulla’s fashion world.

But no rivalry burned hotter than the one that culminated in the Royal Ballroom Show.

Zaros clenched his fists at the memory. The weeks leading up to the event had been a whirlwind of sleepless nights and frantic creation. He’d poured his soul into that collection—pieces that defied convention, blending traditional Serullan designs with sharp, modern silhouettes. He’d known it was his best work.

And yet, when the scores were tallied, it was Earis who stood victorious.

As he entered the makeup room, whispers erupted like a ripple in still water. Stylists clutched their pearls, makeup artists froze mid-stroke, and models exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Is that…?”

“He’s back.”

“It’s really him.”

Zaros ignored the murmurs, his expression sharp and unreadable. He wasn’t here for their adoration or gossip. He was here to make a statement.

“The designer should be here soon,” his manager said softly, breaking through the tension.

“Thank you,” Zaros replied, his tone clipped. His manager nodded and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Zaros sat on the plush makeup chair, staring at his reflection. His sharp cheekbones, piercing emerald eyes, and perfectly styled hair mirrored the man he used to be, yet something in his gaze felt heavier.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about the last time he’d been here. The photo of Earis on the magazine cover haunted him still:

EARIS TAKES THE CROWN AS SERULLA’S FASHION HEIR

The image still haunted him—Earis draped in their winning design, a shimmering gold-and-crimson ensemble that looked like it belonged to royalty itself. At the time, he’d told himself it was rigged. The whispers confirmed it: Earis had been given more resources, more time, and more leeway from the judges. It hadn’t been a fair fight.

But deep down, part of him had wondered if Earis had simply been better.

He remembers it vividly the last thing earis said to him before they had parted, it was after earis had won tears of joy streamed their face as they waved to the crowd backstage they told him “you are a disgusting leech who won my trust, only to break me after. Knowing you is my greatest regret, I never want to see your face again”. That was eight years ago.

The thought had eaten at him, gnawing away at his confidence until he could no longer bear to set foot in the fashion world. He’d walked away, leaving behind the world they had both shaped. And just like that, Earis disappeared too.

In the years that followed, Zaros had heard little of them. Rumors swirled—some claimed Earis had retired to the countryside, others that they had taken their talent abroad. No one knew for certain.

What had happened to them after that night? Where had they gone? Rumors swirled, of course. Some said Earis had disappeared entirely, retreating into the shadows of their victory. Others speculated they had gone abroad to build an empire. But no one truly knew.

Not even Zaros.

What happened to you, Earis?

A soft knock on the door snapped him out of his reverie.

“Come in,” he said, his voice steady.

The door opened, and Zaros’s breath caught in his throat. Standing there, holding a tape measure and a fabric swatch book, was Earis Ilves.

Time seemed to freeze as their eyes met. For a moment, neither spoke. Zaros, for once, was at a loss for words.

“You,” he finally managed, his voice low and laced with disbelief.

Earis’s expression mirrored his shock, though they quickly composed themselves. “Zaros.”

“What…?” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely. “What are you doing here, my earis?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Leech” Earis replied, their voice cool but tinged with something softer—hesitation?

Zaros’s lips twitched at the sound of that old nickname. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet hearing it again stirred something in him—annoyance, nostalgia, maybe even a touch of longing. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as if to mask his unease.

“I’m here to protest the destruction of this building,” Zaros said, his voice regaining its sharp edge. “But I suppose I should have expected to find you lurking in its final moments. Are you here to celebrate your victory, my Earis?”

Earis closed the door behind them with an audible click, their movements measured and deliberate. They didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to set their tools on the vanity table. Zaros watched them carefully, searching for cracks in their composure.

“Believe it or not, I’m here to work,” Earis replied, finally meeting his gaze. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, let alone like this.” They gestured to him, their tone as unreadable as their expression. “Modeling, of all things? How... unexpected.”

Zaros chuckled dryly, though the sound was devoid of humor. “Why bother designing when the game is rigged? It’s easier to just wear the clothes and leave the politics to someone else.”

A flicker of something crossed Earis’s face—guilt, perhaps, or regret. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “You’ve changed,” they said softly, pulling a tape measure from their pocket. “But then, I suppose we both have.”

Zaros bristled at the implication. “And yet, here you are. Still clinging to this world.”

Earis stepped closer, the scent of their perfume reaching him—a familiar, intoxicating blend of sandalwood and citrus. It stirred memories he’d long tried to bury. “I’m here because this is my world,” they said, their voice firm. “I wasn’t going to let it crumble without a fight.”

Zaros narrowed his eyes. “So, you’re here to save the building too? How noble of you, my Earis. Tell me, is this another chance for you to steal the spotlight?”

Earis stopped in their tracks, the tape measure dangling loosely in their hand. Their eyes met his, and for the first time, Zaros saw a crack in their armor. “Do you really think that’s all I care about? After everything?”

The vulnerability in their voice caught him off guard. Zaros hesitated, unsure how to respond. This wasn’t the Earis he remembered—the fierce competitor who had always been three steps ahead of him. This Earis seemed... tired. Worn.

“I don’t know what you care about anymore,” Zaros admitted, his tone quieter now. “I stopped trying to figure you out years ago.”

Earis looked down, fiddling with the edge of the tape measure. “I didn’t ask for what happened that night,” they said, their voice barely above a whisper. “The resources, the attention... none of that was my doing. But you wouldn’t listen. You just... left.”

Zaros scoffed, his eyes narrowing as the bitter memories surged back. "You didn’t ask for it?" he echoed, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You didn’t stop it either. You didn’t say a word when they handed you the crown on a silver platter, my Earis. You stood there and soaked it all in—like it was your birthright."

You straightened, meeting his glare with one of your own. "What was I supposed to do, Zaros? Refuse? Hand it over to you out of pity? That’s not how this world works, and you know it."

"Pity?" Zaros laughed, but the sound was hollow. "You think I wanted pity? I wanted fairness! I wanted the recognition I earned, not to stand there like an idiot while you basked in the glow of a rigged victory."

Your jaw tightened, and for a moment, he could see the frustration simmering beneath your composed exterior. "It wasn’t rigged," you shot back, your voice sharper now. "Yes, I had more resources. More attention. But I didn’t control that, Zaros! I worked just as hard as you—harder, maybe. You think it was easy for me, carrying the weight of everyone’s expectations? Always being told I had to be perfect?"

"Spare me the sob story," Zaros snapped, rising from his chair. "You had everything handed to you. Connections, sponsors, the judges eating out of your hand. Don’t stand there and tell me it was the same for you."

You stepped closer, your eyes blazing with a fire that sent a shiver down his spine. "You think I didn’t see how much it hurt you that night? You think I didn’t care? I did, Zaros. But I wasn’t about to throw away my chance just to make you feel better. I wanted to win. I had to win."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at you. Your honesty was brutal, unyielding, and it struck a chord he wasn’t ready to confront.

"And you did," Zaros said bitterly, his voice quieter now. "You won. You got everything you ever wanted. So why do you look just as miserable as I feel?"

Your lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. For a moment, the tension between you hung thick in the air, charged with years of unresolved anger and something else neither of you wanted to name. Zaros’s gaze softened despite himself, and he hated that even now, you could still make his heart ache in ways he didn’t understand.

"Don’t flatter yourself," you said finally, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice. "I’m not miserable. I’m... I’m here to work. That’s it."

"Right," Zaros muttered, stepping back as if putting distance between you would shield him from the emotions threatening to surface. "And I’m just a model. That’s it."

The words felt like a lie, but he didn’t dare linger on them. He couldn’t afford to. Still, as he turned his attention back to the mirror, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were just as lost in the past as he was. Neither of you would admit it, but the distance you’d created hadn’t erased the memories. It had only made them sharper, more painful.

He glanced at you through the reflection, catching the way your shoulders tensed, your fingers clutching the tape measure a little too tightly. You opened your mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, the words slipping away before they could take form.

Zaros turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable. "We’re not the same people we were back then," he said quietly, the anger in his voice giving way to something softer. "But if you think for a second that I don’t miss the way things used to be... then you’re as blind as I was."

Your eyes widened, the facade you’d carefully built cracking for just a moment. But then, just as quickly, you straightened your spine, masking whatever vulnerability had slipped through. "The past is the past," you said, your tone cold and final. "It’s better that way."

Zaros didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The weight of your words settled heavily in his chest, leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth. As you turned back to your tools, the silence between you was deafening.

And yet, in that silence, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were lying—to him, or to yourself.

The room felt suffocating, the tension between you and Zaros heavy with unspoken truths and lingering emotions. Zaros turned his back to you, his arms crossed as he stared out the dusty window. The faint glow of the city lights filtered through, painting shadows across his sharp features. He looked tired, worn—so different from the Zaros you remembered, who always carried himself with unshakable confidence, even in defeat.

And maybe that was why, despite everything, you found yourself speaking. "Do you ever think about how it could have been? If things had gone differently?"

Zaros’s shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t turn to face you. "Every damn day," he admitted after a moment, his voice low and tinged with vulnerability. "But thinking about it doesn’t change anything, does it? We made our choices, Earis."

You hesitated, your fingers gripping the edge of the vanity table. "Maybe we did, but that doesn’t mean it’s too late to make different ones."

He finally turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher your intentions. "What are you saying?" he asked, his tone cautious, almost disbelieving.

"I’m saying..." You took a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat. "I’m saying I don’t want to keep pretending like you don’t matter to me. Because you do, Zaros. You always have."

Zaros stared at you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you thought you’d made a mistake—that he’d laugh it off or lash out, like he always did when things got too close to the heart. But then, to your surprise, he closed the distance between you in a few quick strides.

"You think I don’t know that?" he said, his voice trembling slightly. "You think I haven’t spent years trying to forget you, only to fail every single time?"

Your breath hitched as his words sank in, and for a moment, the space between you felt charged with something electric, something neither of you could deny anymore. His gaze softened, and for the first time in years, the walls he’d built around himself seemed to crumble just a little.

"But you hurt me, my Earis," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You took everything I wanted, everything I worked for, and you didn’t even look back. How am I supposed to forget that?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of his pain settling heavily on your chest. "I don’t want you to forget," you said softly. "I want to make it right. Or at least... try."

Zaros let out a shaky breath, his hand running through his hair as he looked away. "And what if trying isn’t enough? What if we’re too far gone for that?"

"Then we figure it out," you said, stepping closer. "Together. No more games, no more walls. Just... us."

He looked back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. "You make it sound so easy."

"It’s not," you admitted. "But I think it’s worth it. Don’t you?"

Zaros didn’t answer right away, his gaze locked on yours. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a tentative, almost hesitant gesture. The contact sent a spark through you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope.

"Maybe it is," he said quietly, his lips twitching into a small, almost reluctant smile. "But don’t think for a second I’m letting you off the hook, Earis. You owe me answers. And an apology."

You couldn’t help but smile back, your fingers tightening around his. "Then I guess we have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah," he said, his voice softening. "We do."

The tension in the room had shifted into something warmer, softer. You crouched underneath Zaros as he sat on a worn velvet chaise, as you measured his calves, an air of tentative understanding forming between you. For the first time in years, you allowed yourselves to talk—not as rivals or adversaries, but as two people trying to bridge a gap that once felt insurmountable.

"So," Zaros began, leaning back casually, "what’s it like being the golden child of the industry? Still stealing the spotlight wherever you go?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no venom in the gesture. "I wouldn’t say that. It’s... a lot of work, actually. More than I ever imagined back when we were just two kids at the Academy. I’ve spent the last eight years chasing deadlines and sacrificing sleep. But I love it, even when it’s exhausting."

His brow arched as a hint of a smile played at his lips. "Earis Ilves admitting to exhaustion? I thought you were invincible."

"Hardly," you replied, shaking your head. "What about you? Modeling, huh? How’d that happen?"

Zaros let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. After I left... everything, I needed something to keep me afloat. A friend of mine suggested it, and, well, apparently brooding pays well." He flashed a grin, his charm as infuriatingly effective as ever.

You chuckled despite yourself. "I’ll admit, you wear it well. But you always had that confidence—like you belonged wherever you stood."

"Confidence?" Zaros echoed, smirking. "I thought you’d call it arrogance."

You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "That too."

The two of you laughed, the sound unfamiliar yet comforting. For a while, the conversation flowed naturally. Zaros told you about his travels, the odd jobs he’d taken, and the people he’d met along the way. You shared stories of grueling fittings, surreal moments at fashion shows, and the occasional disaster that turned into a lesson.

"I missed this," Zaros admitted suddenly, his tone softer now. "Talking to you. It’s... strange, but it feels like no time has passed, even though it’s been eight years."

You looked at him, caught off guard by his honesty. "I missed it too," you confessed, the words surprising even yourself. "Even when I told myself I didn’t."

Before either of you could say more, a sharp knock at the door interrupted the moment. The assistant poked their head in, clipboard in hand. "[Ms./Miss./Mrs/Mr] Ilves, your next fitting is in ten minutes. We need to start clearing the space."

You sighed, standing reluctantly. "Duty calls."

Zaros rose as well, his movements deliberate as he stepped closer. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pen and a scrap of paper. Scribbling something down, he handed it to you with a casual flourish.

"My number," he said, his voice laced with teasing confidence. "Give me a call sometime, My Earis. Maybe we can pick up where we left off." He punctuated the statement with a wink, his grin making your cheeks heat despite yourself.

You took the paper, shaking your head with a bemused smile. "Still full of yourself, I see."

"Always," Zaros quipped, stepping back toward the door. "Don’t keep me waiting too long, though. I might just have to track you down."

And with that, he was gone, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and a strange fluttering in your chest. For the first time in a long while, you felt the faint spark of something you thought you’d lost: hope.

To be Continued…

@zsakuva

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[sanchoyoscribbles]

🫧 ribbon aqua symphony! 🫧

this is a redraw from one of my all time favorite drawings from back in 2018! comparison and process under the cut 🫧

the crazy thing is I still love the original SO much it's hard for me to not be like 'the og is still better in a lot of ways'... I still like the colors! a lot more bright yellow, whereas I used it more sparingly in the newer one and aimed for a more cohesive palette overall. I also find myself liking the dark lineart on the original, which is wild because I pretty much always color lineart on big pieces now, but it really does make her pop more along with the more contrasty shading! I also think I could've kept the mew aqua rod more rainbowy pastel like the original, bc now, despite following canon colors it doesn't pop as much... sometimes Artistic Liberties... Are Better... also as fun trivia the original had a tally hall reference in the caption :3

I usually don't point out flaws so much in my own art but MAN I struggled a lot with this redraw and almost gave up several times, I was getting REALLY frustrated, to the point of crying which hasnt happened in a long time, at least not over a drawing @_@;; I'm still kind of frustrated because even back when I drew the original I had a strong vision, and I still can't quite capture that yet and I just want to say 'I LIKE X ABOUT THE ORIGINAL MORE THAN THE NEW ONE' before other people do hahah...

If I must say something good about the newer one, I took lighting more into account (...if her skin was reflecting purple in the original, her clothes should've also been affected by that lighting right?? lol) and the composition is better- the posers more fluid. Also, I like her redesigned outfit so much more!! and I'm much more confident in drawing faces and expressions. (the red lips in the og are throwing me off lmao) also! good textures. kinda Cronchy.

ANYWAY here's a process gif. I spent several days on this on and off, so no speedpaint aaaugh

[fersauce47]

About the TikTok situation... no way.

So I haven’t posted that much in the past few days, I kind of took a break after the Bo Burnham situation went down. I made the Bo Burnham situation my thing for a few days, and now that’s fallen from its grace and has become old news. If the two masterminds do anything with the channel, (because that’s what they said they’d do) I’ll revisit it. 

On January 10th I said “So I downloaded TikTok the other day. I wanted to check out the hype before it got banned. It’s a fine app, I don’t think it deserves its hate. If it gets banned I’ll probably just go back to YouTube shorts or migrate to Instagram reels. I heard about this “Lemon8” thing as well, which is an option. I'll have more to say about this topic at a later date, that date being January 19th. Since I just joined TikTok, I don't have much knowledge about it. From what I've seen, it's a fine place. I like it. On January 19th I'll talk more about it, but Idk what I'd post.”

Here we are, 10 days later, it’s finally time to address the situation. IT’S BULLSHIT! I may be naïve, I thought the Bo Burnham situation was real, I thought that Tally Hall was gonna return, I thought that the ceiling really did say “gullible” but even I saw this one coming! People are really dumb enough to praise Trump for bringing it back? What the fuck is wrong with them?

Listen, the whole thing was a rug pull. A publicity stunt, if you will. FunkyFrogBait, who I love, was back on my feed this morning talking about “Hi, this is awkward… I guess we’re just back now? This is one of the most obvious publicity stunts I’ve ever seen.” and yeah, no shit! It’s not HARD to believe that there’s a lot of people who didn’t see this coming and thought that trump actually saved that shit, it’s just sad. Mfs are really out here praising Trump for taking Shou up on a win-win situation! He didn’t do shit! That’s like getting robbed, the robber giving your things back, and then expecting you to get on your knees and thank them oh so graciously for being so kind. No! Absolutely not! Bullshit!

12 hours? Are you kidding me? That’s all it lasted? I saw the notice late Saturday night and I said “Damn, I have a lot of things to say on Tumblr later.” and then I went to sleep, and the next day I was playing Pokemon Brilliant Diamond when I got the notification like “Heyyyyy, we’re back” and then I said “DAMN, now I REALLY have a lot to say on Tumblr.” wth? Like damn, at least let the mfs finish their job applications first, why so hasty?

Don’t get me started on all the TikTokers losing their shit. I saw an AngryAsian video about it, and I realized that, yeah, there were probably a lot of people who wanted to go out with a bang. Sucks to be them, when I left YouTube I just yapped for 20 minutes. It must be hard for all the people who confessed their deepest darkest secrets to the rest of the sailors aboard the sinking ship, but they deserved it. 

Everyone has been saying that they have a bad feeling about this, and I wholeheartedly agree. As Bo Burnham puts it, “There it is, again, That Funny Feeling.” I feel that the situation isn’t over, because that couldn’t have been all of it. It just couldn’t. 

No way it’s over and this won’t happen again. No way. The only way I can see this ending is if Shou sold TikTok to Trump or Elon, which I think is very likely. Even then, I’m sure that mfs will find another reason to ban it. I can’t say for sure that Trump won’t come out in a couple days and say “Actually, nvm, fuck your TikTok” and take it away again. 

Thanks to CerosTV for keeping me updated. He’s very helpful, check out his channel on YouTube and his TikTok. I think he has reels as well. 

But TikTok has grown on me. If it isn’t gone by February I’ll start posting. I’ll just be using my Tumblr rants as scripts though, so you wouldn’t be getting anything special at the moment. 

Let’s all hope and pray that this shit doesn’t go south very soon. I have a strong feeling that it will. Let’s just say, a funny feeling. 

[thebe4ulog]

A Little Introduction

helloo :D i don’t really know how this works, i’ve been saying for 2025 i wanna start documenting my life a bit more and my friend kind of led me here

i’ve been STRUGGLING like HARD with my sexuality for a while now, i’ll probably go more into my experience in a later post but im tired of pretending im immortal and resistant to shame and internalised homophobia and even abuse like i thought

hobbies

that’s kind of been the talking point of a lot of conversations i’ve had about myself because it’s just constantly on my mind, which is why i’m trying to navigate myself to some more healthy habits this year, for example writing! i’ve always really loved writing and fiction and i’ve wanted to get into it for a while and i’m hoping this year will be the year i do. i’m also a musician, i’ve written a few personal albums and i’d like to release some songs to streaming services one day, but for now i’m okay with my little chord sheets and silly little lyrics. i play ukulele, guitar, banjo, piano and im picking up the saxophone! so that’ll be fun. i also really want to start getting into art and drawing and what have you too.

interests

most of my favourite artists are dead but i love jazz anyway. from frank sinatra to duke ellington, i love it all. some artists that might be more relevant to you though - i mostly listen to will wood and laufey (despite being aroace probably idk i just like the jazz and her music makes me feel pretty) i also on occasion listen to tally hall and lemon demon, so yes that confirms i am autistic. i also really love the muppets, im going to go back there some day makes me cry, gonzo my beloved. <3 games i like tend to be cosy games like stardew valley and minecraft and the like, but im a fan of pokemon too. the following are likely to die out in the next month or so but im currently hyperfixating on wicked and the universal theme parks, so if those tickle your fancy then tumble me or whatever

i mostly speak english but i’m really interested in foreign languages and cultures; i can carry most conversations in spanish. i’m from the UK but i like to pretend im not and rather that im from space or something, mostly because it makes more sense for my stupid little AuDHD self but also because i have absolutely 0 patriotism. and also because why not, space is pretty cool no?

buh bye

that’s a little bit about me and where i’m at at the moment! :) i’m hoping to make friends and share experiences and interests and maybe experiment a little with certain things. i have some general little notices and what have you in my bio, im 17 and really if you’re 20+ i’d probably avoid this blog. but mbti and star signs and all the other bollocks people seem to find relevant is there

i’m honestly not sure what i’m gonna do with this thing or how i should really end it, the latter seems too dry to end it on. do i say over? like it’s a radio communication? that seems humorous i’ll go with that.

[aquakat-draws]

Hello!!! I'm aqua and this is my... INTRO POST!!!!

Names you can call me: Aqua (preferred), Vani

Birthday: April 22nd

Pronouns: she/her (I'm a cis female)

Nationality: Iranian woooo (Persian as first language and I'm fluent in English)

Fandoms/medias i like: Tally Hall, Watch Dog 2, RC9GN, ADJL, Danny Phantom, дайте танк (!), the werecleaner and long ago I have been a dsmp and qsmp fan

I like: art of any kind, obviously. Marine life and ocean, biology, chemistry, parasitology, studying diseases, psychology, being insane, and COFFEE

I hate: well... I don't really hate anything. I just hate people are being jerks to me or each other (btw I also hate tea, sorry tea lovers)

Dni: hmmm, you're free to interact as long as you're not being weird or negative or causing drama and conflict. And also, if you post nsfw I really appreciate it if you don't follow me

Main tags:

The Falsehood - my main project

Oc art - my other oc art, obviously

Dsmp/qsmp - my old art from the said fandoms (please don't look it up they're cringe >_<)

Aqua's Babblings - stuff I randomly say

Also, please do not repost/trace my art without my permission, thank you

ALSO!!! If you're interested in getting a commission, be sure to check:

Commission sheet

Alright my fellow marines, I shall depart. Goodbye *cutely self-defenestrates*

[sincerely-sofie]

Do songs that you listen often to ever remind you of characters or events from TPiaG or other stories you've written? It happens to me a lot with stuff from a story with OCs I've been helping my best friend make for years now.

Anyways, I'm asking about it because a song from my playlist reminded me a lot of Twig when I heard it while driving the other day. I had heard the song a million times before, but when I was thinking about the lyrics more they seemed to perfectly fit her internal conflict. The song was Blurt by Mega Mango if you want to take a listen.

The song is definitely just about dealing with mental health issues in general, but my PMD brainrot made it so that this was all I could think about after my epiphany. On that note, I want to offer you a congratulations for writing characters so well that they takes over my brain from time to time. I greatly appreciate it. :D

First up: Thanks so much for your kind words! Second: Oh my goodness. My friend, you are opening up Pandora's Box. 

TPiaG doesn't have as many songs associated with it as my other projects because it hasn't been in development for several years— however, a vital part of my story development process is listening to music and imagining all the animatics of the characters and storyline that I want to make set to them. I do this for every project that sufficiently resonates with the blorbo frequency in my brain, and TPiaG is no exception! 

In terms of songs that embody specific events but aren't connected to a single character, I regularly listen to “Turn the Lights off” by Tally Hall and imagine a sort of extended theme song animation for if TPiaG were an animated series. There's so many lines that mention concepts important to the story!

Another animatic song, this one set in the Dark Future when Twig was human and starting her and Grovyle's quest to save the world, is "Running Out Of Time" by Lin-Manuel Miranda--- specifically the stretch spanning at roughly 1:10 to the end of the song. I have a very vivid image of Twig repeatedly shouting at Grovyle that they need to abscond ASAP as he frantically gathers supplies that spilled out of his bag while they're being pursued by the sableye, and then of Dusknoir being dismissed by a ferryman as he's interrogating him on which way they went.

I also still listen to “Let's Get This Over With” by They Might be Giants and imagine the rest of that one unfinished animatic I posted forever ago. That song isn't as blatantly connected to the events of the game, but there's a few anchor points in the lyrics I really enjoy. 

As for individual characters and songs I associate with them, here’s a selection with links to Spotify for easy listening!

Twig:

"Hey, Doctor Doctor" by Milk in the Microwave

"Monster" by Half Moon Run

"Smile" by Ukuletea

"Feelings Are Fatal" by mxmtoon

... And now, "Blurt" by Mega Mango as well!

Ark:

"Problems" by Mother Mother 

"Rule #21- Momento Mori" by Fish in a Birdcage

"What You Know" by Two Door Cinema Club

Kip:

"I'm Not Fine" by Blixemi

"Don't Throw Out My Legos" by AJR

"Just Take My Wallet" by Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Grovyle:

"The Villain I Appear to Be" covered by Annapantsu

"Surface Pressure" covered by Annapantsu

(I don't know why both of these songs are specifically the versions sung by Annapantsu. Apparently she's Grovyle-coded in my head.)

Celebi:

(Insert any bubblegum pop or kawaii future bass song of your choice here.)

(Celebi has somehow evaded my ability to assign her songs. I’ll get her someday.)

Dusknoir: 

"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young

"Never Love an Anchor" by The Crane Wives

"I Was Me" by Imagine Dragons

Twig's Aunt:

"Family Jewels" by Marina and the Diamonds

"In Fact (Demo Version)" By Gregory and the Hawk

"Ain't It Fun" by Paramore

Twig's Mother:

"Brother" by Madds Buckley

And for those who'd enjoy some Travailshipping songs...

"You Are The Moon" by The Hush Sound

"Dark Clay" by Levi Weaver

"When the Day Met the Night" by Panic! at the Disco

"Can I Have the Day With You" by Sam Ock

"Tongues & Teeth" by The Crane Wives

[fersauce47mediatalk]

About Tyler Caillet

The other day I binged a playlist full of Hidden In the Sand covers. There was one that didn’t have any vocals by Tyler Caillet. I don’t remember why I went to Tyler’s spotify profile, but I did. While on his profile, I found out that the Hidden In the Sand cover he did was part of an album called “Patience fruit.” Just like most albums that I find mildly interesting, I saved it to my library, and I listened to it today.

I found Tyler Caillet’s music to be very interesting. For a niche musician, he’s pretty good. A diamond in the rough if you will. He’s not one of those soundcloud artists that hitchhike on planes to get to LA and cell CD’s outside the local Kroger acting like they’re the shit. Well, Tyler might do that, but he doesn’t have to ACT like he’s the shit. 

I was gonna review Will Wood’s “The Normal Album” but I had been listening to Will Wood all morning and wanted to give him a break so I didn’t get tired of his sound. I already kind of teased a review on my blog, so I’ll do that later tonight or tomorrow. 

This is different from an album review, I don’t normally do these. If you’d like to see me go over more artists in general and not just focus on one album, let me know. I could have done that with Doja Cat…

Tyler Caillet has been making music since late 2019, and has so far released 3 albums. Those albums are State Of Confusion, Patience Fruit, and Neurogenic. His first song, released on Soundcloud in 2019, was Unwind. As of now, he has more music on Soundcloud than Spotify, so I may have missed a bit. His albums listed in release date go as follows: State of Confusion, Patience Fruit and then Neurogenic. He currently only has around 200 monthly listeners on Spotify. Let’s get that number up!

I’m actually listening to his music while I’m writing this. It’s great to have on. It’s both calming and motivating. My personal favorite song of his (Other than the Hidden In the Sand cover) is The Underground Garden. 

Would I recommend his music to other people? Yeah, I think I would. He has a unique sound. I can’t say I listen to much music without lyrics, but I’ve never seen someone blend Indie and Rock this well. I think that if he added lyrics to his songs I might just put every one of them on my playlist. 

I looked him up, but I didn’t find much. As previously mentioned, he only has about 200 monthly listeners on Spotify. As for Soundcloud, I don’t know. I don’t check Soundcloud whenever I want to listen to new music. 

If you can’t be bothered to listen to his music, I’ll give you the top 5 as usual. Although, if there’s any one album I think you should listen to it’d be either Patience Fruit or State Of Confusion. Both of those are good, and you can put them on in the background since they don’t have lyrics you need to focus on. Just make sure that if you are doing a task, make it a menial one. That way you don’t miss the sick bass lines. 

1- Hidden In the Sand cover: It’s his most popular song, had to mention that. Anyway, as a major Tally Hall glazer, I think he covered it really well. He added his own touch, yet stayed faithful to the original song. There’s a certain Jazz aspect to this cover. 

2- Candy Cane Peppers: This is the one other song from Patience Fruit I added to my playlist. This and the intermission right after sound like really upbeat elevator music. 

3- Northern Green: Northern Green shows the Rock and Roll side of his music. I’d personally classify this as more somber rock. Reminds me of 505 by Arctic Monkeys. 

4- Colour: This rock is rougher than Northern green, and it sounds great. I don’t know if there’s a bass in there somewhere, but I can’t hear it. That being said, the drums are more than good enough. He plays the guitar quite wonderfully. 

5- Akira: I may have mentioned that his music sounds like lofi, and this is one of those songs. It’s like a chill campfire song for the beach. 

In conclusion, go stream Tyler Caillet on both Spotify and Soundcloud. He’s criminally underrated. My favorite album is State of Confusion, so listen to that first.

[vxpikxel]

Well it's been awhile...

( 2/12/2025 update )

To catch everyone up to speed I've been gone for a bit ( *cough* literally months 😩 ) and kind of abandoned this account 00' but...

as of recent I've been posting mostly on bluesky and toyhouse and have been heavily neglecting both my tumblr and my twitter ( I'M NOT RETURNING TO THE STUPID BIRD APP 🗣 !!! ) but toyhouse is more oc focused and bluesky's character limit drives me up the wall so I've decided to come back to tumblr for long form rambles and fandom stuff \(-◡-)/

So yeah that's what I plan to be doing :D

( ps: please follow my bluesky ( toyhouse if possible ) just in case I go inactive again... whoops )

About

I'm Felix

He/Him

15

Entp

Autism + Adhd

Socials

Carrd ( for all socials )

Toyhouse

Artfight

Bluesky

BYF

Don't get all buddy-buddy with me if you're 17+

I'm autistic and generally a bit anxious sometimes, also I tend to forget things so please be patient with me ^^'

My posts are intended for 15+ ( people in my age bracket ) audiences but it's not a hard dni !!

DNI

Basic DNI criteria but if u want specifics visit my Carrd ( also tend to block for my own comfort ! if you find yourself randomly blocked it's probably just because I don't like what u post )

INTERESTS

KEY: BOLD + ★ = most interested

★Art and Writing

★Making OCs

★Nine Sols ( I need more Chiyou content please 😭 )

★Chzo Mythos ( currently thinking about 24/7 yay ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ

★Fool's Gold Sands

★Gregory Horror Show ( really just Judgement Boy 0-O' oops )

Hollow Knight

Rain World

Your Turn to Die

Everhood

Valve games

The Glass Scientists

Lemon Demon

Bo Burnham

Tally Hall/Hawaii Part ii

Femtanyl

Windows96

Game/Web coding

TAGS

#Pikxelpostz - longer text posts

#Pikxelthoughts - short posts

#Pikxelworkz - art

#Pikxelblogz - reblogs

#Pikxelsdisplaycaseofawesome - really cool reblogs ( plus things that I wanna bookmark )

#Pikxelrepliez - asks

#Pikxelupdatez - blog/life updates

#Pikxelocz - oc posts

[finite-breakpoints]

homesick (Angstpril 2024, #1)

Dylan waits for the creak of the door across the hall before giving themself permission to get up. Thirteen cycles in, and they haven't managed to sleep for more than a quarter-cycle at any given time. Still running on the rehabilitation center's timetable, one much more regimented than the prototyping lab.

They don't sit up so much as roll out of bed, closer to the floor than they've come to expect. Maybe they'll get used to it eventually. But a room this size is supposed to be for nine programs, not one. There's ten other rooms just like it up here. Too much space. It's almost overwhelming.

And, for that matter, so is Siv's idea of a sane early-cycle routine.

"Hey." He doesn't look up at Dylan when they come in, too focused on the boiling energy he's pouring through a filter. "You sleep alright?"

"Uh… Yeah." They blink the sleep from their eyes, squinting at the device on the counter, the steaming energy within -- it looks more like a science experiment than anything that approaches safe to drink. "So is that like… a crystal?"

"Kind of. Better. It's a different reaction when it's heated, more thorough. It almost makes--"

Dylan yelps as the filter overflows, splashing energy across the counter. Siv mutters something under his breath; unfamiliar, but definitely some kind of blasphemy.

"That's it, I give up." He sighs, shaking his head like this was completely unavoidable. "I'm going back to bed. See you tomorrow. Don't break anything."

That's a joke, even if it doesn't sound like one. That's about the only thing Dylan's figured out about him.

It doesn't take him long to get everything cleaned up -- this must happen a lot -- and to carefully pour out two glasses of the stuff. The whole thing seems wasteful, in a way that Dylan can't quite put into words. It takes up time that should be used for something else.

"Here." The glass makes an odd noise as it slides across the counter; the resonance is wrong. It's small, and strangely heavy, energy lighting up the overlapping hexagons etched into it. "Careful, though."

"…Got it."

Siv looks at them curiously as he sits down at the table. Like they've said something wrong… again. Or maybe he's just as unsure of what to make of them as they are of him. "You okay?"

"Yeah." It's automatic, but not even remotely true. They don't like the idea of lying to him; there's a sincerity to his concern that compels something in their code to honesty. "…No. Maybe."

"What's wrong?"

Nothing here makes sense.

Nobody asked me whether I wanted this. I would have said no.

It's not your fault, but I think I hate it here.

"I don't know." Dylan takes a deep breath, hates the way it shakes -- this is why they couldn't find a placement for you, you know. "All of this is just… a lot."

"Yeah. Guess it would be; it's a big change. And Tally said you'd been there the longest, pretty much since they found you without your disc."

It's not quite pity, but it's close. Dylan nods.

"What do you miss most?"

"Oh. Uh…" Dylan does their best to hide behind a sip of energy. It's strong, and surprisingly sweet… but not necessarily unpleasant. "I…"

The other programs? No. Not many of them were there long enough for Dylan to even learn their names. Not the minders, either -- most of them are cold and distant. Tally, maybe? But they still see her; she comes by every few cycles to check in on them.

And they don't hate it here, not really. Siv is… weird, and hard to read, but seems kind enough. More than most of the other programs who've been put in charge of them, anyway.

"I think I was miserable there," they whisper. "So… why do I miss it?"

"Well… Do you want the easy answer, or the one that's hard to hear?"

"…What?"

"Easy answer -- change is hard. Not knowing what you're good at is hard. I say that from a lot of experience. I've had something like four different functions on this Grid alone." Siv offers them a wry smile, and somehow, Dylan finds themself believing him. "Maybe five. Depends on how you count."

"So what's the hard answer?"

"You miss it because you're supposed to miss it. They didn't just give you a new disc, Dylan. They did something to your code, too. It's supposed to erase everything that makes you unique -- to make you a good and loyal soldier, or whatever else they decide you're going to be. That's what's telling you that you miss it. But something about it didn't quite stick, I think -- otherwise, they would have found a use for you by now… and you wouldn't be asking questions like that."

"Is it ever going to go away?"

"With time, maybe. I'm not sure. I've only ever seen this happen once. Well… twice, now. --I want to help you, Dylan. But you're gonna have to trust me."

They shouldn't. Because he shouldn't know that -- how does he know that? And it's bad enough that they've been shuttled off here -- somewhere out-of-the-way and so utterly devoid of order -- because they weren't useful anywhere else.

"…I just want to go home."

But maybe that's just proving the point.

[vilelittlecritter]

(copy paste) when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers. (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ~

Sorry I've been really busy so I haven't been able to get to this ask till now lol.

I might just tag some people because I'm lazy/sorta busy and I kinda don't want to send 10 separate asks lol

Also this is gunna be hard because there is ALOT of music I like and some music I like but can't really remember since it's been awhile since I've listened to them.

Songs under the cut.

1) Curicó by Kiltro, honestly just the entire creatures of habit album. I freaking love kiltro, they're up there as one of my favourite bands.

2) I need love - Studio mix by Akira Yamoaka, Akira is probably one of my favourite guitarists ever and I absolutely love all his work on silent hill. His music is really diverse, some of its kind of a 2000 dark ambience/Lo-fi, some of its rock, some of its pretty chill and then the rest is the sounds of the damned lol.

3) August moon by Gregory and the hawk, just a really nice song I like to listen to when I want to chill out :)

4) The mind Electric by the miracle of music, probs one of my favourite songs ever and the entire album is awesome as well, I love this song so much just for the final part alone because it goes so damn hard I love it. It sorta inspires some of the little au's and ideas I have in my head. I know it's not "technically" a Tally Hall song but I generally love everything done by Tally hall, especially '&' as well as 'ruler of everything'.

5) Endless cycle from Hylics 2, I love the Hylics Ost and I am honest to god super excited to play it. I did want to make this list without video game osts because if I did we'd be here all damn day but I've been listening to this alot and it's just a damn good song. Also Xeno Arcadia is great as well.

There's alot of other bands and music I really like so I'll just quickly list them off because I really like them and don't just want to not mention them at all.

Omori, Hollow knight, Oneshot, Pengosolvent, IDKHOW, Jack Stauber, Red Hot chili peppers, Murray Gold, Radio head, Oingo Boingo, Red Vox, Bo En, Kikuo, Alias Conrad coldwood, King Crimson and Jimmi Hendrix

This was really fun and although I never used to think I did I really like talking about music!

Ima just tag some people I like now because I do need to get some stuff done and DM people is gunna take a bit lol.

@imurgayhomie @ksenya-and-the-artistic-cucumber @scientific--witchery @omoriboii @johnlocsin-johnyakuza @seryotonin @biocrafthero @sheepeal @sirenspells @qiuiq

Okay bye bye :)

[firebuug]

HELLOO!! waving really really fast :] 4, 9 and 26 for the oc ask game mmmaybe?

HII looks at u with giant boba eyes. sorry this gets really long because u asked me a music related question. this is unavoidable

4. How did you find the name for a certain character?

god so a lot of my ocs come pre-named, like my lobcorp ocs (all randomly generated ingame) and some of my town of salem ocs (buggy comes from the firebug skin, skuggy is just...sk (serial killer) buggy....) but i think i can list some (slightly more) interesting ones :3

will (my g corp housefly limbus oc) comes from the author of the poem he comes from, william blake

maggie (one of the names of julian's boss) comes from maggot lol

adànor (my dnd character based off...adam lobcorp) was difficult because i was stressin like "uhhhghh how do you name an elven characterrrrrr" but i found this fun website and used it to come up with a first and last name! i chose the prefix Adàn because it's literally jsut the spanish way to say adam lol....also bcuz im hispanic and it sounds better than just a d a m .... used the suffix -or because it sounded nicest and elfy lol, it also means flower (just according to this little site) which is fun. his last name is caldeth which sounds epic but also means eternal faith which...fits his character lol. i pulled up a bunch of name meanings for adàn and used the one i liked most LMFAO so in the early days of the campaign (when he was still innocent.......and very egotistical lol) he'd introduce himself like "i am adànor caldeth, which means earth flower of undying faith . . " or some pretentious shit like that. it was pretty funny while it lasted

bierrab kaluk (my aaracokra dnd character, which is a giant bird) is literally just mangled up "birb" and "cluck" LOL. my friend fuzz helped me come up w this one and it stuck

5. What is one of your character’s theme songs?

GIGGLES....so this is difficult bc i have whole playlists for ocs rather than single songs, but i can definitely go through and pick out the songs that fit the most for them?

julian is hard because you kind of need the Whole playlist to get a gist of all of the multitudes he is made up of. man stuck in a time loop. man who is exhausted but keeps running anyways. man who cant stop thinking he is full of bugs and worms. man who is deeply in love with someone who keeps dying. but my friend showed me a few songs that really clicked so i can say that as of rn the most julie themes are for the departed and rule 21: momento mori :3

eva. grabs him so hard squeezes him SHAKES HIM AROUND SO HARD. his are piedmont by destroy boys (the autism. the alienation of being raised on one track his whole life isolated from normality (he was a nestie raised solely to work at a wing) and having nothing in common with anyone because all he was allowed to be was a success story. nostalgia for memories he's never had (time loops erased except for little bits and pieces from past abnormalities. he woke up one day knowing how to play perfect piano from la luna). blue. dissociation. eva song fr) and usseewa by ado (if youve listened to this song you know. corporate slave anger and rage. u get it). as a bonus his distortion themes r machine gun poem doll by cosMo-P and abnormality dancin girl by guchiry

adanor's is 100% cannibal by tally hall im so fucking normal about this i can't explain it completely but it fits in line with how his plot went and its. grips . GRIPSSSSS GRIPS he's haunted by his dead wife. to the point where he will undergo horrors and get actually ripped apart for her if its what she wants. he ends up getting manipulated by an evil entity disguising herself as his dead wife into sevrving her by doing exactly that. and he just believed it was her because she loves him and would do him no wrong. hiding in the corners disguised....he's really idolizing the blood moonstone and not his dead wife and he had no idea....until he finally opens his eyes later on but it's too late he's been consumed by what's manipulated him and it's left a permanent scar onto him he doesn't think he'll be able to redeem himself from.....grins so hard my teeth fall out

narae has hall of fame by jeff rosenstock. he has a specific brainrot that causes him to think everyone is out to get him and he needs to constantly be proving himself. he needs to be the one on top at all times etc etc he needs to be competitive until he dies

ummm bonus but. julipede's theme song is bug by kairiki bear teehee. i love how frantic and energetic it is but also u can Feel the paranoia radiating off of it. i love the silly double meaning it has for julipede because bug as in "disease / glitch / illness" ya but also BUG BC HES A BUG.......also i. cant pick apart the lyrics rn but. um. he's . Yeah

26. What’s your favorite relationship/dynamic between a set of OCs?

IDK IF YOU CAN TELL BUT IM A BIG FAN OF DUBIOUSLY ONE-SIDED FRIENDSHIPS. i love it when some guy is so sure he is this other guy's best friend but that other guy wants him to die so so so badly. and the other guy refuses to admit that the only reason he hasnt beat the other guy into a pulp is because that guy genuinely makes his life a little better. this is the julian + eva dynamic and it is also the dynamic between buggy and skuggy the alternate universe besties / twins . also the dynamic between salamander and narae...i just really like it ok.