#Dunno if I should have a tag for this yet or not

[mahajio]

I had a comment typed up on this beautiful artwork, but it exceeded the character limit for replies; so I cut it and wanted to paste it into a reblog—which is when I discovered that you can copy the blank nothingness of the void in a reblog draft! Yeah, so, I fat-fingered that comment into oblivion. Joy! Welp, nothing to be done but to start again. Not that I mind, because it means I get to look at this art for even longer, heheh. Okay, I'm still a bit grumpy about it…

Complaining aside, OH, MY, GOODNESS! I absolutely NEED to check out your art tag when I find the time, because this is nothing short of breathtaking! It looks just like a painting, and by golly is it ever as pretty as one. The muted background really makes Mithrun and Kabru stand out, and even aside from that, I just think it looks gorgeous! The light grey above the crowd, all the silhouettes animating the scene, the darkness making up the bottom, the curtain on the left; all of it makes for such a fitting backdrop! Of course, though it deserves its due praise, the background is just here to fancy up the scene for the two men of the hour: Big M and K Bro! Round of applause for these gentlemen, because they're looking absolutely stunning! Starting with Kabru, I think you drew his outfit spectacularly. It's modest, yet elegant; sporting a healthy touch of golden threads to help fancy up his swag, as well as those flaps at the bottom of his 'fit—which, might I add, have been drawn excellently. The shading is also top-notch, and I very much appreciate just how much a good bit of shading makes this otherwise pitch black outfit look. His overall demeanour has also been illustrated excellently, and fits Kabru to a tee! Reserved, polite, and calibrated to perfection. Combined with his hands behind his back, this makes for a supremely 'Kabru-like' appearance! I also adore the shading and colouration of his face, and would like to give special mention to the shading around his nose and the beautiful colouring of his piercing blue eyes. Kabru's looking beautiful as always. Phenomenal work, chief! Of course, then there's Mithrun; sporting a matching outfit with some delightful silver-white lining and an undisguised stare directed towards his… "best friend," heheh. His posing suits him to a tee just like Kabru's, and I especially like that he has his hands loosely balled into fists next to him. His face has also been drawn wonderfully, and I really like the shading around his eyes in particular. His one remaining eye may look a little dim, but there's clear desire behind it that I think is conveyed quite nicely. Not to mention, I also just appreciate you drew him with his black eye in general, as I'm not a fan of when people draw him with a silver eye post-canon. I dunno, I find it difficult to articulate, but his black eye is one of those little things that shows what happened to him had very real, permanent effects; just like his ears and the rest of his scars. Sure, his silver eye came alight when he was REALLY motivated—but his only motivation for a long time was self-destruction in its ugliest form, so I cannot really see his eye turning silver as a good thing, y'know? His eye didn't exactly glow like that because he was experiencing positive, healthy desires that he should go back to. By having his eye remain black, it feels like he's leaving behind that chapter of his life and moving towards accepting this as who he is now, instead of viewing every permanent injury as a loss that needs to be recovered—as though his original self is what he should strive to return to. There's prolly a very smart person out there who has articulated this far better than me, and I can remember seeing a post on the topic that I really liked, but that's the gist of it. My vapid babbling aside—and this is something I'm a little embarrassed I forgot to mention before—I love, love, LOVE that the golden lines on Kabru's outfit, save for those around his neck, aren't, like, patterns or lines and instead look like little threads that were sewn onto the clothing. Such a nice touch that makes his epic swag look even better than it already did!!

All in all, this is some phenomenal artwork, and I'm floored by the quality on display here. Hat's off to ya, chief! I'll have to see what other things you've drawn, because this is just... mwah! Chef's kiss!

what if they showed up at some event in those matching black outfits and started a bunch of rumors (they didn't do this on purpose) (the rumors were true)

[mscherub]

*stumbles through door and almost falls face first*

TREY, DEUCE, LEONA, JACK, ROOK, MALLEUS, SILVER AND SEBEK WITH READER WHO LIKES TO BITE THEIR BUFF ARMS

NOT JUST A LIL NIBBLE BUT FULL NOTICEABLE BITE MARK(S) ON THE BICEP/FOREARM AND READER’S REPLY IS ALWAYS JUST LIKE :3

ROMANTIC PLEASE AND THANK YOU 🧎‍♀️

*🌒 turns into a dove and flies away*

A/N: “Wait!” Falls to my knees and puts a hand to my heart “Come back…”

We can address that I am disgustingly late to fulfilling this request, as I am with many others…what am I doing with my life—

Reader is Gender neutral! Referred to as Y/N and or Prefect (if any names are mentioned)!

Characters: Trey, Deuce, Leona, Jack, Rook, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek

Tags: Romance, established relationship with this one, a little sappy in some parts sorry gang :3

Warnings:

Biting

Swearing

I genuinely dunno what possessed me while writing…these scenarios were random but I tried 😭

Slightly suggestive. Just a bit. A TINY BIT

Uh…silly mentions of cannibalism. GUYS I AM SANE I SWEAR—

Sword (Silver) and Bow (Rook) usage

You just came over to Heartslabyul for a small checkup...that's all. An innocent little checkup on your dashingly handsome boyfriend who had no right to look so fine while hauling around bags of flour. He baked a lot, had to feed a lot of people, that much was known, so the copious amounts in those huge bags made sense. And thank the seven they packaged it that way because, sevens, this sight would not have been able to bless your eyes so graciously. You can't tear your gaze away; it's glued on him.

And then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms and a bit of his biceps. The way they flexed as he placed things where they needed to go was hypnotizing. Too good. Too sexy. Too...biteable. Yea. You just wanted to take a bite.

Not your fault they looked so tantalizing.

"Hey...Y/N, honey, can you come here for a second?" You snap out of your trance, and of course that shit eating grin graces over his stupid face. "Sorry...was I distracting you? Help me and you can go back to staring."

"Yea, yea...whatever." You grumble as you get up from the stool, assisting him to the best of your abilities. He'll be teasing you about this for a bit. Weren't you allowed to stare? Whatever...

After a little more finessing with the bags, he pauses, giving you a window for opportunity, an opening to...technically go for the kill-- the bite, in this case.

"Thanks for the help-- and what are you doing?" You wrap your hand around his wrist, a gesture that doesn't instantly give away your true intentions just yet.

He tilts his head.

"And what do you nee-- Ah!"

Chomp.

His muscles tense up in that area, his arm jerking slightly under the sharp pain. It wasn't that harsh. Not enough to break skin.

"Should I even...ask why you did that?" He mumbled after the shock died down.

"They just looked biteable."

"Right..." He sighs. He peers at the noticeable indent from your teeth on his arm, the area around blossoming with a shade of red. "That'll probably bruise."

"But is that such a bad thing?" You tease, batting your lashes. “I mean, cmon…a little mark never hurt.”

"I’m fairly sure it does hurt, but whatever you say—"

“Shhhhh, the baking made me hungry I guess. But not for the sweets.” Anyone could mistake that smile plastered across your face as pure innocence, but he knew better.

“You’re an odd one…” He mumbles with a whimsy tone as he pulls his arm back to his side.

"You chose me." You retort.

"That I did…unfortunately.”

“Exactly— hey, what?! What do you mean unfortunately…”

"Yes!"

Deuce and Jack made a good team for the sprinting relays, and while you were cheering for both, most of the excited yelps of “faster,” and “you’re almost there,” were targeted towards Deuce. They both had won the relay, beating RSA; all of their extensive training which you had the opportunity to witness a few times at their practices having been put to good use.

Deuce is hunched over, hands on his knees after running faster than he ever has in his entire existence…well, maybe. He’s probably run faster but, you know…

He looks up at the crowded bleachers as he pants, his eyes searching the rowdy group of bodies until he locks eyes with you. You see his eyes relax by a fraction, and you get up and scale down the metal steps to join him on the track.

You have to push past random coaches and weave past the athletic trainers on the side lines to reach your goal this time. Him.

“Good job! That was amazing. You and Jack.” Without thinking you pull him into a tight embrace. You could honestly care less about the sweat by now. He reciprocates with a warm smile and the exact fervent energy you used to hug him.

"Only cause you were cheering so loud, you know.” He mumbles out.

"Oh, hush. That wasn’t the main reason. You worked hard, too. I mean, the team work between you two was phenomenal.”

“Meh…you definitely were giving the both of us luck with all that screaming, don’t sell yourself short now.” Deuce insists.

“Oi…”

He chuckles and unwraps his arms from around your waist. With a small grunt he straightens up, his hands resting on his hips. His biceps flex in the best possible way. They look…almost too good.

Without sparing a second thought you slip your hand into his, tugging him away to the side of the bleachers before you land your blow— bite, on his muscle.

“WHA—“ he’s rendered speechless, the redness in his face from running doubled and enhanced by his embarrassment.

“I’m just so happy…” You begin. He can see you eyeing his other arm and he’s wondering if he should run…again.

“SO YOU BITE ME?!” He sputters. “THAT’S…REALLY WEIRD. AND AND…it’s…GAH, there’s teeth marks there— prefect.” He pouts at you, still utterly confused.

“Deucey…”

“Huh…”

His eyes meet yours and he sees that stupid smirk your wearing. But you look accomplished for some reason. He swallows down whatever other complaints he had and blinks slowly. Unsure, even still. You really did irk him a lot of the time, but he still adores you nonetheless.

“Um…why—“

“I felt like it! Anyways, cmon, we gotta find Ace and Grim…I left them alone, but arguably for a good reason. Heh…”

Leona:

He looks...peaceful. You're half surprised he didn't sense your presence in his room just yet. He must be out cold, well, colder than usual, and he's an even prettier sight with his facial features all relaxed; without that tense look of disdain for everything that exists in this world. Of course you got to be the one exception, the person he didn’t show any dismissiveness to, the prized possession, revered by him and many othesr cause of his status— maybe you’re getting a little full of yourself there. Anyways!

His hair is splayed out across the pillows, his ears twitch subconsciously as if someone is actively whispering sweet words to keep him in the haze of sleep. The moment is perfect.

His head is cradled by both of his hands, his biceps not even flexed but looking better than ever. Impulse control is such a foreign concept to you. You feel like you’re the predator in this situation and it’s quite thrilling. Being in his dorm more often may be starting to influence your…primal…instincts.

And then you bite.

He jolts awake. You’re pinned below and stare back up at him with the prettiest smile you can muster to hide the fact you didn’t just basically try to cannibalize on him.

“SWEET SEVEN— H-Hey sleepy head—“

“Don’t pull that. You’re lucky I knew it was you…” He groans as he sits back on his haunches. “The hell was that for, herbivore?”

“They…us…me…I…UMMMM—“ You chuckle nervously.

He looks at his arm, his tail flicking behind him, not really portraying any thoughts he’s thinking. Wonderful! Either you’re in deep shit or he’ll let it slide. You obviously want the safe option.

“Your bite strength is laughable.” He scoffs, but continues, “Do you have any idea what biting can imply?” He blinks slowly. He doesn’t exactly look angry, but that resting bitch face is as hard as ever to decipher.

“Um…no.” You nod and give a thumbs up. All to lighten the mood, yea!

“You just marked me.”

“Look I— what? Uh, pardon?”

“That’s what biting means amongst mates. From a batsmen perspective.” He says it calmly. Maybe it’s not that big of a deal, anyways. The whole “you’re his and he is yours” thing was established a bit ago.

“Then yes! I was staking my claim. Who wouldn’t be territorial over those biceps and…Shapley arms, heh—“

“The act should be reciprocated, naturally. Since you bit me in a place you liked…I’ll bite my favorite part on you.”

Jack:

“And then— just wait, you will never guess what happens next.” You pause for dramatic effect, lifting your head off of the bed just a bit to look over at Jack. He’s still fixing up his plants, nodding along.

“What happened?” His interest is clearly peaked! He’s just so into the drama for sure…he’s really not. But you’re gonna yap his ear off either way.

“Ace had the audacity to call me, and I quote, ‘a lazy piece of shit,’ which to be honest, he’s one to talk. I mean I didn’t take it to heart but still…the guy needs to learn when to shut up. It’s honestly so aggravating sometimes!” You plop your head back on the pillows.

“Sounds like Ace’s usual self. Don’t be too distraught because of his words. It’s just…normal for him, I guess.”

“I know.” You huff out.

A silence washes over the two of you as he busies himself. You turn in his bed, eyeing up everything around the room once again as boredom drifts over. Jack’s tail is fluffy, same with his ears. You always thought the dorm uniforms were a bit weirdly cut, ah, but his biceps. His forearms. His everything, really, but mainly his arms.

“Jack…I don’t think the cactus needs anymore water.” You mumble.

“You’re right. I’m done, I’m done.” He sighs. The watering can clinks as he sets it back down on the windowsill.

Jack walks over and sits on the edge of his bed which you’re so kindly taking up most of. He looks down at you and you gaze back up at him, and he takes that silent message conveyed and lays down beside you.

You curl up against him without a second thought and rest your head right on his arm. But unfortunately for him, your needs aren’t fully satisfied just yet. Sevens, his arms were just perfect. He did track so, obviously he weight lifted. You just want to give a small bite, hell, a nibble. Yea. That’s all.

“So, anything else happened in the study group that I should resent Ace for— ah!” Jack completely freezes and even his ears flattening against his head as the pain finally registers.

There you are, mouth latched onto his bicep. He’s shocked and at a loss for words. You were marking him? Well, that’s jumping to conclusions, maybe. Would there even be an answer from you if he asked why you did that? Yea, probably not.

“I feel compelled to ask what the purpose of that was for…”

You just smile at him innocently. “Felt like it.”

Rook:

"And just like this, mon Trickster, aim the bow carefully. Perfect! Ah, tut, keep your arm straight, you must hit the target head on.”

“I don’t…see how this is necessary—“

“But it is! To have the ability to yield such a weapon could be useful one day. Imagine I’m not around to save you! Ah, the horrors…this is why I should teach you even more than just how to handle a bow.” He clicks his tongue again and gets closer, which shouldn’t be possible since he is quite literally pressing every part of himself he can to you.

His arms are caged around you, his hands over yours on the bow. The bow creaks as he pulls back the string and readjusts the aim once again to achieve the perfect shot; to kill whatever it is to be in its way, and that’s a bullseye. No animals are being harmed, although he insisted maybe trying live targets next…how about no…

“Now…let go.” His hand moves off of yours and you let the string snap back, propelling the arrow forth and away from its starting point. It barrels forward, and as it hits the target a loud thunk can be heard as the sharp tip lodges itself into the red dot right in the middle.

“Ah, beauté!! Just lovely!” He cheers as he places down the bow. You actually did it! With help, of course, but you got a bullseye! Happiness evokes all negative thoughts you had before about even learning, and you can’t help but feel so proud of yourself, and Rook for helping. He hugs you from behind, murmuring praises like prayers as if you were some higher being. The way he’s revering you is akin to your status being one of the great sevens…geez.

“Rook…that’s enough…” his arms only tighten.

His bicep is pressed right against your cheek. You did get a bullseye, so…a reward should be in place! What better reward than just…chomping down. Granted he had his whole dorm get up on and all that fabric was in the way, but beggars can’t be choosers! You turn your head and sink your teeth in.

His words stop spilling out and he goes silent. He tilts his head at your display, but then he smiles. It’s wide, his eyes grow lidded and he chuckles.

“What’s this?”

You remove your mouth, wiggling your way free from his arms and sitting down on a stump.

“Uh…I don’t even know. They just looked…edible?”

“Cannibalism is truly such a fascinating way to show another how much you mean to them, wanting to consume them so then they’ll be with you, forming an even deeper connection. Ah, you feel that way towards me? You want to consume me whole just because of how much you cherish me? I feel the same— ah, of course, once I shed all the layers you can bite me again. To truly mark me for certain!“

“WHAT?!!” He crouches down in front of you, chuckling and suddenly even more giddy.

Well…now he’s glorifying cannibalism. Shit—

Malleus:

"The gargoyles are crafted with great detail. It's quite sad to see them rot in such a place like this...” His voice is monotone, but a hint of solemn sympathy surfaces.

You two are on a nightly stroll, arm linked with arm, and Malleus studying the gargoyles, which you’re sure he’s done plenty of times before, and relaying any bit of information he can to you. It’s a peaceful setting, the pressure that’s usually on you, dissipating and fading away.

“Yea…gargoyles. NRC…yep…” You mumble. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so nocturnal. Of course that’s just how he is, but him insisting on a walk, in the middle of the night keep in mind, after such a long and tiring day for you, really takes a toll on any amounts of energy that you have left. If any…

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean heavily against him as you walk on autopilot. But the rustling of fabric shortly reawakens you, and the warmth that envelops your figure: his blazer.

“I must apologize, truly. In my daze for wanting to see your radiant beauty again, I forgot that humans do not function well at night.”

“Pshhhh…I’m…sorta here. Physically, but not mentally!” You reassure in a joking manner, but he only looks more guilty. Guilty and pretty!

The moonlight dances across his features, basking him in this silvery sort of glow and you swear you just started salivating at the sight. Especially with his blazer off, the fabric taut against his arms. His biceps— you have to look away. You’re definitely awake now.

“Don’t apologize. If I was really that tired I wouldn’t have agreed to walk with you, you know? I’m just getting a little sleepy. Nothing concerning, I promise. Just so long as I can…” you wrap your arm back around his, nuzzling your cheek into his bicep. “Hold on like this, I’m better than ever!”

He reluctantly nods, trusting your better judgement since you know yourself better. “Allow me to escort you back to ramshackle. I wouldn’t want you to tire out anymore—“

The once innocent nuzzling into his arm is replaced by a sharp pain, and the culprit? Of course it’s you. You pull your mouth away, giggling softly. He’s just a little concerned, quite frankly. Such an odd behavior from you, yet he doesn’t mind it all that much. He knows its implications in beastmen culture…

“I…see.”

Oh. That’s…all he has to say? Nothing else? He’s not gonna ask why you just bit him? Alright…

“I do not know how to form a response nor question to what you did. Should I even bother to ask what your reasoning was for your action?”

“Eh…I don’t really have a reason myself…just felt like it, I guess? You’re too pretty. That’s my reason.”

“Should I bite you back, leave a mark as you have done to me, since your beauty surpasses mine? Since that was your reason, after all. Why not match it?”

“Huh?! I mean…uhhhh—“

“How about on the neck?” He leans his face closer to yours.

Are you gonna sleep tonight? Perchance… :D

SIlver:

Much to your dismay, you’re seated on the bench as you watch Silver masterfully wield his sword, slicing through the fake targets in a single swing. It’s hypnotic, really.

He always looked so pretty when he did…everything. Sleeping? Pretty. Eating? So cute. Working out? Someone get the defibrillator because you just went into cardiac arrest due to how hauntingly gorgeous he is. Maybe a tad bit dramatic, but it’s not like it couldn’t happen. It’s a hypothetical!

The way he moves…you genuinely feel like a female bird witnessing the male out on a performance with all his pretty feathers.

“Silver?” You stand up from the seat, shuffling your way over.

He stops mid swing and looks back at you, chest rising and falling with batted breath, his sleeves rolled up exposing his arms— uhh…you mean his eyes are so pretty.

“I think I’ve watched you enough…teach me how to do whatever you’re doing with the sword!” You place your hands on your hips, hoping the determination will convince him.

“I don’t see why not.” He nods. “I suppose it would be useful, especially in a situation when I’m not there to protect you.” He holds out his hand to you, and you take it.

In your dominant hand he places the sword. It’s heavier than you expected. You do suppose it is just solid metal…you wonder how much Lilia’s blade weighs now. “feels…sturdy.” You examine it. Even though it’s just a training sword it still has pretty designs. It’s not like you’re gonna spar with anyone.

Silver only chuckles as I brings your other hand to wrap around the hilt. “I trust you enough to wield it well…

“You better trust me!”

You hold the sword up in front of you, waving it around a bit to get a feel for it. “What’s next?”

“Swing. Like this.” His arms wrap around you and his hands overlap yours, squeezing gently as he guides your movements.

“Father would be able to teach you better…but I don’t know if he would be interested…”

You’re barely paying attention to his words, mainly watching his arms. They’re too good…how much can he bench press? Probably a lot…with those arms, heh…

“Are you paying attention—“

Bite.

Your teeth sink into his forearm, and you can’t help but happily and giggle. The sword clatters to the ground and he looks at you confused, maybe even a bit intrigued.

“What…was that for?”

“Um…no reason!” You shrug and pick up the sword. “Shall we continue?”

Sebek:

He’s been hiding from you all day! Not necessarily hiding…more getting side tracked doing this and that and, just relatively everything it seems like. You just wanna see him for a little, that’s all!

“Sebby…? Sebek!! SEBEK—“ you peer around the corner in the stables and see the green haired boy staring back at you, albeit a little embarrassed. He turns away and points his chin up, scoffing, yet his bravado doesn’t stay for long.

“I would appreciate it if you refrain from using such familiar nicknames in public.” He mumbles with a small pout. He hoists a saddle back onto its prospective storage rack and leads the horse back into its stable.

“So I can’t say your name anymore, I see how it is…Sebby—”

“Enough!” He yelps. The horse jolts at the raise in his voice and looks at him, and you, like a crime has just been committed. “What if someone were to hear that? Sevens forbid it’s Lord Malleus who could hear such…such…a foolish name!” He purses his lips into a tight line as he crosses his arms. “As his retainer I must not participate in such folly.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t care—“

“I MUST BE PERFECT AND PRESENTABLE TO BE ABLE TO SERVE HIM— not…lovesick or distracted.” He huffs.

“Right…so I should just leave then, right—“

“That is not what I meant! For you to leave now would be horrible— I, well, it would be unacceptable, I mean.” He corrects himself with a small cough and shuts the stable door.

“You can linger around, I suppose, while I tidy up.” He gives a curt nod and goes about to get the correct supplies to perform his duties.

You do linger around, asking small questions here and there as he works, but your eyes are glued to his arms. You watch the muscles flex and stretch out the fabric covering them— shit, it’s sort of an unholy sight, but in a good way. He looks so determined, so sweet, so pretty as he works, so much so you just need to get closer.

“Sebs!”

“What…?” He sighs, setting down the full feed bin back into its corner.

You stride over and grab his hand, sending immediately into a state of flustered shock. He was about to speak, but his words get stuck in his throat as he feels your mouth wrap around the side of his arm, and then your teeth sink in.

“AH?!”

“Heh—“

“WHAT WAS THAT— you, you, you…HUMAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Absolutely nothing, I’d say. Just wanted to show some appreciation!” You smile innocently.

I genuinely just typed random words half the time—

Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors, I’m the queen of making them for a reason 😼

OK, BYE LOVELIES, LOVE YA

Master List

Please don't steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you'd want to!

Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland, and from off of Pinterest, but are edited by me :)

[somegrumpynerd]

Alright, colouring book test!

These should both be transparent so you can either print them out or save and open them in your art program of choice, put a layer underneath and colour away! :D

Since the poll was pretty close, I have one with the eye and nose sockets pre-coloured and one with them still blank so you can have your choice. It wasn't that hard to do both so if I make more I'll probably do one of each for variety. Let me know if you come across any problems with them and I'll try and find a way to fix it!

Also I printed it earlier to test and tried colouring it in so I'll put that under the cut lol

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[shinmiyovvi]

They took too much lean in the Dark Aether /j

Normal version

[icannotgetoverbirds]

eye motifs my beloveds

[thedarkrose17]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Alien Stage (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ivan & Mizi & Sua & Till (Alien Stage), Hyuna & Till (Alien Stage), Ivan/Till (Alien Stage), Mizi/Sua (Alien Stage) Characters: Till (Alien Stage), Sua (Alien Stage), Ivan (Alien Stage), Mizi (Alien Stage), Hyuna (Alien Stage), Io (Alien Stage) Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Alternate Universe - High School, Emo Till (Alien Stage), Jock Ivan (Alien Stage), Minor Hyuna/Luka (Alien Stage), no beta we die like men,american high school wrote by a person who's not american and hasn't been to high school in years, Eventual Relationships, They're all idiots your honour Summary:

He’s been hearing people talk about Mizi and Ivan for weeks. At first it was stuff he could brush off, roll his eyes at and hell maybe laugh at over how stupid it was. They were just friends, that’s it.

Now he’s not so sure as he hears a group of girls loudly gossip about them.

* * *

Or gossip spreads like wildfire about Mizi and Ivan and Till and Sua probably take it as well as expected

Prompt for all this from @i3eelie hope you like this

[confusedmothboy]

shot of vodka two glasses of orange juice and a redublle goes grazy

[kitten-titan-tvman]

ok im def not finishing this tonight but im trying,, to make a big, simple comp where i can color pick and KEEP MY COLORS CONSISTENT

[fluffypurpleglitterdemon]

Ever since I learned that Xie Lian saved tiny child Qi Rong and defended him from bullies and that's where the little Qi Rong hero worship comes from I've been quietly losing it because it's just similar enough to Hua Cheng that he would hate it! There's quite a lot of differences, starting with the fact that Qi Rong did have other people (like Xie Lian's mom) and that his mom was able to leave her abusive husband before dying and go somewhere else where she had some support even if she still wasn't treated that great for a noble lady and that he was still a prince surrounded by riches and waited on by servants even if he was an outcast and laughingstock around his peers, and then even in terms of their choices after there's the fact that Qi Rong might say his violent behavior was defending Xie Lian but he barely listened to what Xie Lian wanted (Hua Cheng has also done bloody vengeance in defense of Xie Lian - 33 destroyed gods, 800 years of menacing and harassing fengqing - but now that Xie Lian is here to make these choices he isn't hurting people Xie Lian doesn't want hurt, even if they hurt Xie Lian terribly) and also there's the difference between "challenged 33 heavenly officials who actually physically hurt Xie Lian to a fight and then made them hold up their end of the agreement" and "tracked down and beat up the child Xie Lian went out of his way to save because saving them got Xie Lian in trouble" or " threw things at Xie Lian's shidi/servant for temporarily upstaging him at the performance they both planned out and worked on together". Most importantly is that Hua Cheng doesn't have Xie Lian up on a pedestal (at least, not one he can fall from), he doesn't have a perfect idealized version of him in his head, he's not getting disillusioned with differences between his idea of Xie Lian and the real thing - like Qi Rong was, and like he did, and that led to more and more fights between Qi Rong and Xie Lian until (presumably, I haven't actually gotten there yet) Qi Rong was disappointed with the reality of Xie Lian and the temple burning and kneeling statues and such came of it. (Somewhere in the first arc Xie Lian says something about that to Hua Cheng, about not having that level of devotion for someone you actually interact with because you might find out they were different than you thought, and I wonder if he might have said that thinking of Qi Rong specifically as much as the worshippers of Xianle as a whole.)

So it's not a perfect Dark Mirror situation, there's quite a lot of differences, but there's enough similarities it's pinging my parallel detectors... I think there's enough room to make a comparison there, or to call attention to some of those similarities, and that Hua Cheng would viscerally and immediately hate it if such a comparison was made. I can imagine and wonder about a situation where Qi Rong got de-aged, or hit by some amnesia curse or memory-stealer, or some other nonsense that'd lead to a Little Qi Rong running around, and wonder if that Qi Rong would look at Hua Cheng and approve xD Would he see Hua Cheng's devotion to Xie Lian and go "Ah yes, that's an appropriate way to act around Cousin Crown Prince! Finally someone else who's a normal amount of angry when Cousin Crown Prince is insulted!"? Hua Cheng would despise just absolutely all of that xD

[sailforvalinor]

They should never let me write a DC movie because I will just write a Dickbabs superhero teen romcom and I’m not sure the world is ready for that

[calscompositions]

dess will not get a happy ending. source: she was in a straight relationship and this is a Toby Fox game.

[benevolenterrancy]

hi! I recently came across your tgcf fics, and I wanted to say you’re a phenomenal creator. the recovery series fic and the gloves fic and just all of them. thank you for your content and great attention to detail.

do you have any thoughts/hcs on FXMQ and Xie Lian you’d be willing to share? within the original story or the universes of your fics!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! (ﾉ*^▽^*)ﾉ.｡:*☆

hmm, random thoughts about the FXMQ... a silly headcanon: Feng Xin has very much been hoisted by his own petard by heckling Mu Qing! That is to say, he'll harass Mu Qing relentlessly about something stupid only to be confronted with a similar situation and realise that there's absolutely NO way he can act in anyway similar to Mu Qing or he'll never hear the end of it.

(For example, he has tolerated some truly atrocious divine statues in the past because he's heckled Mu Qing so much about how picky he is with his divine statues that there's no WAY he can say ANYTHING without seeing that smug bastard's face in his head so he just has to bite his tongue and tolerate some unspeakably ugly statues.)

Mu Qing doesn't generally suffer from similar overthinking (he'll just prepare to kick FX's ass if he dares to say anything about it) except for things more directly related to himself. I think he genuinely finds sewing/embroidery/etc rather relaxing work but he'd rather die than have anyone ever see him do it because he's made such a big deal about not doing that sort of "servant" work anymore.

(He actually really enjoyed stitching Ruoye back together because it gave him the perfect excuse -- he's returning a favour!! and Xie Lian is hopeless!! of course he had to!! -- and he secretly considered using white thread to embroider some invisible little designs just because he doesn't quite want to stop... only he knew he'd get caught if he messed with Xie Lian's spiritual device like that and gave up the idea)

[dizundertale]

hey guys, i had this idea while i was doing my homework (half of my energy wasted on random knowledge) about making an AU (if this doesn't already exist) where the player did a pacifist route but it wasn't a true pacifist, they excluded papyrus by not dating/hanging out w/, and while papyrus was on his own he felt nowone cared about him anymore, not even Sans (who did care just was always being pulled into outings with friends so never had the time but would ask how papyrus is doing when he gets back but papyrus ignores him and says "im busy right now, mind if you ask again later instead?") so one night Papyrus entered Sans' room (ominously > .<) and while Sans was asleep Papyrus walked in until he was approximately 1.5 meters away from his brother, he held out his hand spawning a gaster blaster, the sound just loud enough to notify Sans he wakes up but pretends to be asleep right until the gaster blaster shoots Sans' eye widens with bad time and jumps out of the way just in time, "You bastard.." he says as he kneels, as he turns he realises its his brother, his eyes turn back to normal, "P-..Papyrus..?" his lightly whispers just below his breath, Papyrus teleports right in front of Sans bone in hand, the bone had one sharp end pointing straight towards Sans' chest, Sans looks down at the bones pointed edge facing straight towards his chest then looks back at Papyrus with a face of confusion and fear, he cannot fight back, hes still his brother.. right? before he could say something the bone peirces through Sans cutting him short on breath for just a moment, Sans puts his hand on the bleeding wound, Papyrus realises that won't kill him and as soon as Sans raises his head he sees another gaster blaster readying to blast Sans as the finishing attack. Sans, trying to reason with Papyrus about this says "why..?" he only gets silence, "wait, we can talk about this, what are you doing-? Papyrus!-" sentence cut short as the gaster blaster landed the final shot, Snas, using his final breath whisper lightly "Papyrus.. I'll miss you" even though this killed Sans it didn't completely destroy his body, Papyrus backing off by what Sans said as his final words got confused and hesitant, he leaves the room and slams the front door closed and he runs over to the "welcome" sign and points thousands of gaster blasters at every home leaving them in shambles, and moves on towards the waterfalls.

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[lieutenantselnia]

I'm thinking about how Firmus always looks so stressed and it just makes me(/Selina) want to cuddle with him to help him relax. Like I just want to flop down on him and basically act as a weighted blanket for him, no distractions, just feeling each other's breathing and warmth and maybe fondling his hair a little. I want him to be able to let go of the tension in his body and just hold him, letting him know that there's someone who cares a lot about him and his wellbeing <3

[loonlynxshenanigans]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Guild Wars 2 (Video Game)

HEY GUESS WHO’S FINALLY POSTING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE CROSSOVER FIC I’VE BEEN WRITING!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEN