#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG HAHAHAHA

[axoqiii]

☕️🥞 sketch dump

[sakasakiii]

Every time I see your art it makes my day brighter. Glad to hear you're doing well!

hi hi hello!!!! thanks for checking in, anons, and for the kind words!!! im doing great, though im predicting ill be a bit busy in the weeks to come, so i hope you wont mind me if i slowly slink back into posting less and less OTL I've still got a few proper pieces to be posted per my usual time, but im gonna do my best to answer more asks in-between!! anon 1, i hope your day is even brighter than how you made mine when you sent in that ask <333

here's a quick sketch of tyelpe and annatar as requested :D anon 2, im so sorry for taking so long to get to this but im absolutely flattered to hear you like my art!! most of my gallery is filled with the works of artists i study, but its a foreign concept for me to consider that my art is potentially saved in someone else's?!... im not quite sure how to put it to words.... 😭😭thank you again aaarrghhh;;;;;

its been too long since i drew these two so.... redesigned buffer tyelpe finally gets his own piece :D thank you again anons!!! i hope you both have a wonderful rest of your week! ❤️

[gomzdrawfr]

Sometimes I'm afraid to ask because you probably already talked about it and I just got to the cod part of your blog late but like have you talked about what Raven does for the holidays. I need her lore badly and Tumblr hides posts from me so often 😔

Hello anon!! Never be afraid to ask me anything even if its repeated :3 I in fact, have not talked in detail about what she does during the holiday! surprisingly, besides passing out for a good rest + catching up on some life stuff, she enjoys going out during December for the festive season

long doodles ahead + bonus about snow globe (bit of angst/comfort)

mandatory stuff

something about snow globe

[filialdisciple]

What do you think about tang bo vs tang gunak for cheongmyeong. With either tang bo time travelling/reincarnated to the future or tang gunak time travel to the past?

hello!! i am so so sorry this is super late 🥺 I've been rotating this ask in my head for two months because there's simply so many possibilities with this, I absolutely love love love it!

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To say that Tang Zhan's twin brother was a bit of a recluse would be an understatement.

Despite being named after one of the most renowned members of the Tang Family, Tang Gunak's son took after the known worst traits of their great ancestor.

Tang Bo was as cold and uncaring as the earlier recounts of his namesake. But unlike their ancestor, his son wasn't interested in improving his martial arts. Rather, he seemed to content himself with staying indoors and building that strange shrine of his that appeared to be dedicated to the Plum Blossom Sword Saint.

Tang Gunak sighs tiredly. He could never get a straight answer from his son whenever he asked about his odd obsession with Mount Hua's hero. Through the years, he's learned to brush it off as another eccentricity of his son.

The one time he ordered Tang Pae and Tang Zhan to remove their brother's shrine, they both ended up needing immediate medical assistance because of how viciously Tang Bo had attacked them for 'desecrating' his altar.

He thinks it's such a shame that Tang Bo refuses to partake in his siblings' training, but despite his adamant refusal, his son's core is still one of the strongest among his siblings.

And one of the purest too, it suddenly comes to Tang Gunak's mind as he watches Chung Myung cheerfully chug down another bottle of alcohol.

It feels almost wrong how easy it was to compare Chung Myung's core with his son's despite them being on vastly different spectrums while having equally well-known namesakes from their respective family and sect.

On one end in the dark, there was Tang Bo who quietly cultivated his core as he whispered quiet mutterings to his altar and refused interactions with people unnecessarily. And on the other was Chung Myung, who was at the forefront of Mount Hua's rise.

It was admirable, truly.

Tang Gunak would say so as much if it weren't for the sudden killing intent he could feel directed at him.

Standing outside right in front of the window with no subtlety whatsoever was his son, Tang Bo. His face was pressed against the window panes and Tang Gunak only realized then how threatening of an aura his son could produce.

Chung Myung wiped the drips of alcohol away from his lips and cast Tang Bo an amused look, "Aren't you going to finally let him in?"

Tang Gunak would have if he didn't know that his son would begin to antagonize him the moment he's let into the room by monopolizing Chung Myung's attention and looking smug about it. It happened during their first meeting in the dining hall so Tang Gunak wouldn't be surprised if it happened all over again.

He would lean overly into Chung Myung's space and call him 'hyung' with an exaggerated tone despite being the older of the two. And much to everyone else's bafflement and discomfort, Chung Myung wordlessly let him.

While Tang Gunak was glad that his son finally deemed it alright to leave the confines of his room, he isn't sure if the change in obsession from the Plum Blossom Sword Saint to Mont Hua's Divine Dragon was a fair exchange.

Tang Gunak watches as Chung Myung makes his way to the window and leans against Tang Bo from the other side.

Tang Bo's face noticeably softens as his gaze shifts toward the younger man and it twists a strange part of Tang Gunak's stomach to watch the same thing happen to Chung Myung's face.

Said man taps against the glass pane, "Stop being so intense. You're freaking your dad out."

His son grumbles while tossing him another stink-eye—Tang Gunak has gotten his fair share of those this past week ever since these two struck up a sudden close friendship. His gaze turns petulant as he returns his attention to Chung Myung.

"What is it about me making friends that you hate so much," Chung Myung rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"My father doesn't want you to be 'just friends'."

Tang Gunak would be more offended by the vitriol in the way Tang Bo called him his father if he weren't distracted by the weird tone his son spoke the last phrase.

Tang Bo takes a look at the mutual confusion on Chung Myung and Tang Gunak's faces and isn't sure if he's thankful or annoyed that he's surrounded by painfully emotionally oblivious people.

Less competition but, at the same time, it's sometimes too embarrassing to watch the way Tang Gunak unconsciously acted around Chung Myung in private.

Tang Bo narrows his eyes. It's been more than a lifetime, surely his feelings will reach Chung Myung faster than his father's does. Right??

[0wlnght]

This is so random but i just remembered how i almost dropped dr. stone because of taiju and yuzuriha🥹 i thought it was gonna be another romance-focused anime😭

Good thing i didn't because it has now changed my life for the better👌

[reyolfx]

destiel fic excerpt - claire kinda tricks dean into going to pride with her

okay i've been in a massive block lately for any writing whatsoever but i'm TRYING to get back into it. mentally i'm just not really anywhere but i would like to be anchored back down into writing mode.

so here's a little bit of the destiel fic i have in progress. it's a dean focused post-15x19 (lol what finale) fix-it that deals a lot with dean's grief. this particular excerpt is quiiiiite a ways in, cas has been dead for almost a year at this point (happy destiel ending guaranteed fam). dean is still absolutely grieving but he's been doing a lot of work.

(warning dean does use the word queer here in a way that's like, halfway between accepting and internalised homophobia - it's not made out to be a big deal in this but i thought it would mention anyways)

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"I'm not a parade guy, Claire, and I sure as hell ain't a flag waving queer. I'm not - I'm not this." Dean gestures vaguely to the revelry and upbeat atmosphere around him. He feels like a fish on a bike.

Claire shrugs with her whole body. "I don't give two shits what you think you are or aren't, grandpa. Every baby gay needs to attend their first Pride, it's like a right of passage or whatever."

Dean gawks at her. "What the fuck," he sputters. "Baby- did you just call me grandpa and a baby gay in the same sentence? What the fuck is that?"

Claire rolls her eyes like Dean's a fucking idiot. He feels like one right now, in his jeans and flannel with a knife tucked into his waistband, surrounded by rainbow everything and kids making out in those weird napkin tops that don't pass their navels.

She says, "exactly what it sounds like, loser. You're old, but you finally had your big gay realization, it's fresh and shit, erego, baby gay. Reborn a queer, hallelujah."

Dean stares at her like she's speaking another language, but he latches on to one bit that's plain. "Ain't that fresh," he mutters.

Because. Because it's not like Dean never had an inkling he was into dudes as well as chicks before. Not like he never had any tiny lightbulb moments while drooling over Doctor Sexy or being 16 and watching a hunter in his 20s clean a gun in front of him. It's just that every time that lightbulb flicked on, Dean had been very quick and very thorough in burying it 6 feet under like it was a body in a grave after a salt'n burn. Expert, even. Like he was was with real graves. He could go years without that lightbulb resurfacing, and he could forget. He could flirt with women and forget, kiss women and forget, take women back to his motel room when he was 24, haunting small towns all alone, and forget. It was easy. Because women's waists and women's hair and women's voices made it easy. When they pitched their words low and came on to him with confidence and a shadow, a daintier echo of violence than what he was used to, it was easy. What would have been the point in—in anything else?

Nothing. No point.

Until his best friend told him he loved him and his graveyard of buried lightbulbs was flooded, upturned, exposed. Electrified. He sees the bones of every man he ever desired like they're cartoons sticking their fingers into sockets.

Bzzzt. That hunter with his rolled up sleeves, exposed forearms, cleaning his gun while chatting easily to John. Dean sitting there, trying his best to be a part of the conversation, puff himself up like he belonged at the table, 16 in a too-big jacket, a real hunter, a real man, dragging his eyes away from the hunter's hands again and again until he could unfocus them entirely with the beers his dad let him sip.

Bzzzt. A shop teacher of his, once, during a 9th grade stint somewhere in Nebraska. Mr. Callaghan. Showing the class how to use a circular saw, sparks flying, Dean's eyes wide, mouth a little dry.

Bzzzt. Benny in purgatory. Slicing and hacking his way through monsters to get Dean to Cas before they could escape. Dean's weird, twisted up, sickening feelings of - I love you because you know my secret. Because you know I love someone else even though I won't let my own self know. I love you because you have big hands and a big heart and an appetite for blood and because I can bully you into staying, searching, endlessly, for the one. The one I love the most. I love you until I find him and then I still love you a little because you helped make that possible and because you did it for me.

Bzzzt. Cas. Castiel who walked into a barn, sparks again (maybe men are electric and women are grounding, or - fuck, who knows, maybe sparks are just hot) a few days after Dean rose from the dead. Castiel who walked towards him with steady eyes of blue fire and withstood every act of violence Dean could commit against him (or so he thought). Castiel who saw into his soul, maybe not even into it, just the whole scope of it, macro and micro. Cas who shoved him into walls, laid hands over his mouth and a knee between his thighs (accidental?), Cas who spoke to him vulnerably one moment and then disappeared the next, Cas who stared into his eyes and made Dean's chest feel molten, his tongue feel heavy. Cas who wore a stupid trench coat, even when given a fresh start, an opportunity for reinvention. A trench coat Dean grew to hate because of the sheer amount of times he imagined pulling it gently off the angel's shoulders. It always stayed. Dean could burn that fucking coat.

He kept that coat. He carried it. He misses it.

Dean comes to in the middle of a fucking pride parade with the desperate, overwhelming urge to press a coat that he no longer has into his nose. He needs—

"Earth to fuckin' Dean Winchester," Claire is saying, eyebrow cocked kinda like Cas, which is weird because he doesn't remember Jimmy ever doing that. He guesses he didn't know Jimmy very long though. Maybe he's just seeing Cas wherever he can manage it.

"Sorry, kid," he says lamely. No follow up. He feels the hole and it aches and aches and he needs to get a hold on it before it engulfs him.

"Dean," Claire says gently, and she sounds like she knows where he is. Like she can find him back here among his grief that is so far removed from, and unrelated to the situation.

He looks at her and forces a grin that cracks his face. Painfully. Half rolls his eyes.

"C'mon kid, show me the ropes then," he says. He's here now. Probably wont ever be again, but he's with Claire.

And he loves Claire. Because she reminds him of his not so long ago self—young and angsty and passionate and angry and full of mistakes past, present and future—and because she reminds him of Cas. Her face, her independence, her stubbornness, her smile. Because Cas loves (loved, Christ) her, even if her feelings towards him might be more convoluted.

She doesn't let him off easy, a trait she kind of shares with both of them.

"Dean... I miss him too".

Years ago, maybe even just months ago, Dean would have rolled his eyes and changed the subject. He would have deflected: "so how do you get on one of those floats" or "why is there so much mesh here" or maybe mouthed the words to You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) right along with the drag queens in the parade without even realising it.

But now—

"Claire—I can't. Not if we wanna— not if today's gonna be any good."

His voice sounds far away and raw and he feels tears in his eyes even still. Even still after all these months. He wants. Wants Cas back so hard it scalds his insides.

Claire's mouth sets hard and she nods once. There's a grim-feeling cloud around the two of them, a black hole in the middle of this rainbow candy-land ass street block on a sunny day.

And then Claire scares it away. Physically waves it off like she can see it and then plasters a grin on her face that's almost conspiring. She can rally, Dean'll give her that. It's not as if Claire completely fits here either—she looks more like him than she does most of the other revelers. Black tank top, red flannel tied around her waist, black shit kickers. Hunter get-up. But she grabs some stickers from a drag queen that's handing them out and slaps one on her chest - it says "I support gay rights and gay wrongs" on it and the circle behind it is striped orange and white and pink. Dean snorts. He doesn't know for sure what that means but he guesses it's probably for lesbians cause he knows everybody gets their own flag in this world. He's learned that through osmosis at group*.

She grabs his hand and slaps another sticker on the back of it. The circle is blue, purple, and pink, and he does know the bi flag, has figured that one out at least. The words in the centre say "oh no, everyone is so hot".

Dean rolls his eyes so hard he almost throws his neck out. "There's no way in hell you think I'm keeping this on," he says.

"You are keeping it on, old man, and if i see you've taken it off I'll take you to the face painting tent and make them give you full bisexual glam." The threatening tone of her voice contrasts too deeply with the contents of that sentence and Dean huffs out a surprised laugh.

"Oh yeah? How do you think you're gonna make that happen?"

"You're not the only one packing here, Winchester."

Dean keeps the sticker on his hand. Stares at it for a minute, then looks all around him, taking in the colour and the joy like a thing that's not used the sun would. A rodent or a worm. Maybe a monster.

"Don't get me wrong but this doesn't really seem like your scene," he says.

Claire shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe a couple years ago I woulda felt the same. Used to think it was all real frivolous and silly y'know?"

She pauses for long enough that Dean's pretty sure the conversation's over. Finally, she speaks again, just a bit quieter: "But, I kinda figure, I can be more than just one thing, right? I can be a hunter and still enjoy some of the nice shit in life. Frivolous and silly is kinda fun."

She's not wrong. Dean doesn't get a lot of moments to be frivolous and silly, but he takes them when he can. Feels like maybe if he'd been born in an different universe he could've known those feelings full time like they were an engrained part of him rather than just fleeting visitors.

Then Claire says, "you're more than one thing, y'know. You're lots of things"

Dean huffs a little laugh and shakes his head, not really sure what he's denying.

"Don't make me give you a whole rundown on your own personality dude. You're not just some workhorse hunter, you got other stuff. Like, gay shit like this doesn't have to be one of your things. But everything's worth a shot once, right?"

He wants to agree. Thinks maybe he'd like to be a lot of things, but everything is kind of blur right now, has been for a while. What are the things he'd like to be? Like to enjoy?

He shakes his head again, not so much denying as delaying.

"Okay Oprah, what got you so wise?"

Claire smirks. She nudges him forward to follow the parade and says, "the internet mostly."

[the-bloodline-embrace]

“Hand over that damn time of yours!”

@idv-crescent-moon

Oh, but if you're coming over, could you do me a favour and lose the sword? Very bad manners, you know.

[manchestereyes]

i saw you mention the video that shan't be named and the tweets and i agree they were definitely a couple back then... but what if theyre not anymore and instead just exes who are friends in the current day ;-;. i remember back when the video went huge on tumblr how adamantly dan denied it, in such a way that would be hurtful to phil in some posts if they were still together at that time. idk maybe all the break up fics that were inspired by those posts poisoned my mind lol

you're totally valid! honestly a lot of what they did at that time is super confusing but i see it as dan coming from a place of fear. as we know, he'd been bullied all his life for being different and seeming gay, to the point where he genuinely thought he couldn't be gay if he wanted to survive in his hometown.

but then he found phil, and learned that phil was openly gay in his real life and things were going alright for him. so dan started to think that maybe it would be okay for him too. fast forward a few years and their videos were blowing up faster than either of them expected, to the point where they were getting amazing opportunities with the BBC. and those opportunities play such a huge part in their story. because, think about it--the BBC is a HUGE national corporation and radio 1 is one of the top radio stations in the world. having their own radio show would make them national celebrities.

and sure, the BBC and especially radio 1 weren't homophobic by any means--nick grimshaw came out shortly after taking over the breakfast show in 2012. but dan still wasn't out to his family yet. so when the video leaked and people started digging into his past, he got super defensive because he wasn't even close to feeling like he could tell his family yet and things were coming dangerously close to his family finding out from someone other than him. so he did everything he possibly could to make it seem like he couldn't possibly be gay--and yeah, that included saying things like "ew, phil and i are friends i could never think about kissing him!!!1!!11!!!1"

and sure, we don't know anything about the inner workings of their relationship. but we do know they felt like they had to say yes to every opportunity just in case saying no to things made these opportunities dry up, to the point where they'd have to get jobs outside of youtube. and along with being outed, that was dan's biggest fear at the time. he had dropped out of uni and his family didn't have a financial safety net for him to fall back on. that is an INCREDIBLE amount of stress for anyone, let alone someone in their early 20s!

i like to think phil understood that, though, especially since he was under a similar amount of stress. sure, every gay couple is different and we've seen countless stories where one person isn't willing to go back in the closet for another. but considering that they are always talking with each other and checking in on each other even now, i think they have excellent communication--to the point where dan likely told phil about these posts before he posted them. heck, they even edit each other's videos! so they always know what the other is putting out into the world, and understands why they're saying that. and seeing as they've been joined at the hip this whole time (even when we didn't always see it) and never made the slightest attempt to date anyone else, i feel pretty confident saying they've been together the whole time! we may never know for sure, and maybe i'm being overly optimistic, but i hope not 😊

[fruchtfliege]

Thiam hannibal au 🫡🫡

🫡🫡 as you wish my liege (also im doing the scenes out of order so this snippet is technically before the last one i made (that one))

🎣 - thiam Hannibal!AU

“So no one noticed that the door wasn't touched by the fire? At all?” he asks quickly, his voice biting as he turns his back to the class to look at the picture shown on the projector screen. He points with a laser. “These are electrical burns. Anyone willing to try and explain how electrical burns got on the wood of the door and nowhere else?”

A few hands are timidly raised. 

“Lower your hands,” Liam barks without even looking at them. 

This is the first class of the semester and 23 people are attending.  It would be more since it’s a required elective but the rumors of how demanding Liam Dunbar is cut down the attendance by half every year. Good. Liam doesn't want lazy students wasting his time. Yet, there's that bloom of hope in the teacher’s chest. He tries to crush it semester after semester but he's still longing for one mind. Someone who will give him hope in the Bureau again. Quickly glancing around, Liam represses a sigh of disappointment. This class looks just like the 9 before. Uninspired. Nervous. Self-important. 

“Never expect the case to solve itself,” Professor Dunbar reminds them with a scoff stuck in his throat. He stares at them for a long while before turning his back again and looking at the gory picture. He frowns, thinking for a moment that it moved. He takes off his glasses and cleans them instead. “That's how you'll miss the mystery altogether. The real story.” He takes a moment to sigh, pensive. “Blinked before the credits and missed whole the point.”

Gazing at every detail of the picture large enough to be a mural in the quiet classroom, it takes a while before someone clearing their throat snaps Liam back to reality. He turns back towards his students. 

“I want a thousand words on your assessment of this crime scene for Friday. I do not want you to solve it, I want you to find every detail out of place. Every inconsistency. Don't think of piecing them together but rather about putting them all on the table before you try to make them fit. You're dismissed.”

Closing the projector, Liam’s eyes take a moment to adjust to the sudden dimness of the place and he pretends he cannot see the few students brave enough to wave at him. He gives them a tight smile that’s more directed at his desk than anything else. 

Before the agent fully walks into the light of the classroom, Liam can feel his presence. Looking at him from the corner of his eyes, Liam carefully watches the imposing silhouette leisurely making its way towards him. His jaw tenses when he finally recognizes the man. With a sigh, he realizes that ignoring him like an irritating fly won’t work. Liam looks up at Agent McCall, head of the FBI's behavioral unit, and gives him his best scowl. Tall and with broad shoulders, Agent McCall commands any room he walks into and yet he prefers to wear a kind smile, easing people into a sense of safety. Liam does not ease. 

“If you're looking for Bryant’s classroom, it's on the first floor,” Liam says harshly in hopes that the man will stop walking his way. “The large auditorium. You can't miss it.”

“I'm not here for Corey,” Agent McCall says, smiling at Liam's attitude. 

Trying his best to quickly put all of his things in his bag without looking like he's rushing, Liam looks around. They're alone and he can't help but feel backed into a corner. 

“If you came here because you think I can testify in court for you, you've been terribly ill-informed. Now, I'd like to go home. Good luck with-”

“It's about a case.”

Liam can't help a snort. “At Quantico? Who would've thought? Now, if you could get out, I need to lock the-”

“An open case.”

Liam freezes. It's been 5 years since anyone has let him touch the paper of a single open case. 5 years since they benched him without so much as a thank you. Teaching was an occasional fancy before. It's now a form of penance. 

“I need your expertise, Dunbar.”

Liam scoffs, looking around, waiting for people to show themselves and prove that this is a prank. 

“You're joking,” Liam says but his tone is telling McCall just how much he can go fuck himself.

“I'm not. I need you,” McCall says and his confusion seems genuine but Liam doesn't trust it. Who the hell would go to him for a case? If they think he doesn't know about the rumors everyone spreads as soon as his back is turned, they're all dead wrong. “Four families butchered by a team of two and no one on my team has a single clue what to do.” Scott shows him the thick file like an offering to a wary beast. “They're trying to make sense of it but the pieces don't fit. Or, at least, the ones they can see.” 

Liam stares at Scott with his back straight and defiance in his eyes but it doesn’t matter. His gaze inevitably drops to the file. All his best instincts are telling him to get his things and deny this agent the opportunity to make a fool of him again. He’s been holding to the last shards of his dignity with closed fists and he’s not about to let go for some man in a well-tailored suit whose calmness betrays his arrogance. Liam resents the fact that McCall would come here, baiting him like an alley cat with an empty can of tuna. 

And yet, he can’t help it, Liam takes the file.

...from this post...

[invulnerablextouch]

@ragin-cadjin liked for a starter!

"Ah don't get why Ah keep gettin' put on these jobs with you that are all sneakin'," Rogue complained as she prepared to depart the Blackbird with her partner in this endeavor, Gambit.

After making sure the plane was properly hidden, they were supposed to head to a nearby facility that was rumored to be working on a new mutant-hunting robot. People never learned. Their goal was to gather as much intel as they could and report back to the mansion with no one inside catching on to them having been there.

To her, it made perfect sense why Remy was here. This was his thing, after all. Her thing was less stealth and more flying in and punching the bad guys real hard. She wasn't incompetent at other means of doing the whole hero thing, but given that there were at least two people they knew who were trained by ninjas... she wouldn't have been her own first pick to do this.

There was a part of her that felt like the reason could be that someone in charge thought sending them together would create some sort of fix for the tension that existed between them. If that were the case, she really needed to have a talk with their team leaders about meddling in people's personal affairs....

"Can't imagine it's too easy for you having me taggin' along either."

[neongreenllama]

Llama! How is pregnant omega remus doing today?

why thank you for asking, imp. i know you care very much about our pregnant man and he appreciates it.

let's see .... remus woke up very grumpy because he is so big now that he cannot roll on his side anymore and he hates being forced to sleep on his back. he also had a hard time getting up from lying down. sirius tried to help him which then led to remus telling him he's not an invalid and he can get up on his own thank you very much (he can't. sirius has to help him)

to make up for all the discomfort sirius's super sperm is causing him he makes him tea and a very elaborate english breakfast with extra pickles on the side and jam for the sausages (don't ask, he's been craving it) ((no eggs because they make him nauseous)). remus is a little less grumpy after that but then sirius sadly has to leave for work since he is doing a Very Important Job and has many Responsibilities (but not without saying goodbye to remus AND the baby)

remus is way too pregnant to work so he busies himself watching tv, reading, calling lily and asking her when this will all be finally over, going to pee every five minutes and still peeing in his pants a little bit when he sits down, and nesting. so far almost every inch of their home is covered in pillows and blankets and stuffed animals and the pantry and kitchen are close to bursting at the seams with all the food he's been hoarding (mostly canned so it doesn't expire quickly) and so much formula they could feed ten babies even if the world ended tomorrow (you never know what could happen okay??? he needs to be prepared!!!!! the baby must eat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

the rest of the day he sits in his comfy nest, eats, and misses sirius terribly and texts him a lot until he finally comes home and remus can bury his face in his neck. he complains to him about his aching back and his swollen feet (sirius gives him a feet massage and then a blowjob) and that he looks like an airballoon (sirius tells him he's beautiful and lets him sit on his knot). and then he goes to bed early :))))

[stanpinesdykewife]

THE WAY YOU CHARACTERIZE STAN NGHGHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭 i need to get him pregnant. THANK YOU AGAIN!!! your writing is so so soooo beautiful, both hcs and also your actual fics!! - 🎀

HI HI thanks so much for requesting those hcs a while back they were the first collection of hcs i've ever made and i'm thinking in the future if i don't have prose in me i'll post more hcs instead! i really appreciate the idea and the kind words!!! 🫶 and he's already pregnant. can you feel it kicking

[northern-passage]

maybe! i would Like to, but i can’t say for sure if it will happen. my current plan is that i’ll be doing tnp for nanowrimo again, so i’ll be aiming for a december update like last year. but there’s a lot of things that can happen between now and november/december, so i don’t want to promise anything.

i’m still working on tnp, just not as much as i was before. i’ve mentioned it in a few places but i was working on tnp for nearly 3 years straight - as in literally writing almost every single day. i was getting burned out, and on top of that i was doing it publicly here, which added a whole other host of problems that didn’t really help. i was starting to resent it and wasn’t having fun working on it anymore. taking a break and working more privately lately has helped me a lot with that. i’ve also just been writing a lot of other stuff lately, like blood choke & my novel and some other personal work.

i’m easing back into it but i really just needed some time away so i could come back and make sure i give it the care and attention it deserves and stay true to the story and the characters.

[svtskneecaps]

feel like the global tasks sweep strat should probably be nerfed somehow. my thought would be, give each team an individual ten minute overall cooldown on global task claims. that is to say, a certain team can only claim one global task per ten minutes. say, deliver gas masks, and then in ten minutes you're allowed to deliver tea, and then after another ten minutes you can claim hot chocolate.

another teams would be able to claim a global task for bananas during this time, and their own ten minute cooldown would start.

(the global tasks can either keep their individual ten minute cooldown [i.e. after tea is claimed no one else can claim tea for ten minutes] or a slightly shorter cooldown, say 5-7 minutes)

when a global task is claimed, everyone is notified, right? if not, in my hypothetical, they will be.

then, a team trying to sweep six tasks at once would actually take sixty minutes to do, allowing another team to swoop in and have a chance to stop it in cinematic, entertaining fashion rather than tubbo having to grind resources and then log out in front of the merchant to counter this, which is boring for everyone (including the person delivering). plus, if a team cuts it down to the last second and ends up getting delayed, they physically wouldn't have time to make a delivery, meaning even being a BIT of a nuisance could be a viable strategy, even if you can't manage to kill; if you can STALL you could still wreck their plans.

that's my dream anyway idk i'm not a game designer. just think it would be interesting for most players

(i elaborate under)

red team would have to shake up their strategies, which is fun since they're a team that kinda has to rely more on strategy than outright brawn (overall the team's pvp can't be relied on unless they have carre or phil, as seen today when pierre, bad, and etoiles attacked phil cellbit foolish and baghera, and cellbit and foolish both died to etoiles in the attack, despite it being a 4 on 1 at the time. baghera was killed by bad soon after. phil was the one to get the kills. the first day, when blue attacked [niki, tubbo, and bad as i recall] carre got both kills)

the other teams would then still have a way to stop a global sweep since a sweep would have to start earlier, allowing not only more time to arrive at global to pvp about it, but ALSO allowing another team to swoop in and steal the goal out from under the team again

i'm gonna use it in a scenario bc i'm badboyhalo and i can't stop myself from making examples:

so, tonight, if the proposed cooldown was in place, bad and tubbo would both still had roughly 17 minutes when red team would have HAD to start the sweep process if they wanted all six global tasks: 1 hour until the server closed at absolute MINIMUM. more for safety's sake.

therefore, in this scenario, there's a lot to happen

blue team could wait at globals, knowing red will probably try this strategy, and attempt or perhaps SUCCEED in killing red. if they kill red entirely, the operation is a wash; red doesn't have to gear to come back from scratch and take out blue team, and even if they could, the travel time to return to globals alone would mean they wouldn't get all the global tasks, potentially meaning they don't take the lead. if blue team is unable to kill red and dies themselves or has to retreat, but succeeds in delaying red, red would face the same problem.

if red sends in all of the task items on one person, and that person dies, even if the rest survived, blue could loot the items from that person and would be able to either use the items themselves, if green is currently the owner, or could run away with the items, effectively wasting red's time and again, meaning they wouldn't get all tasks claimed even if they were able to overtake the runner and reclaim their items.

i'm unclear what would happen if red divided the task items between them since it seems like the person claiming the task doesn't have to have all (or any? again, unclear) the items in THEIR inventory in order to claim so long as a teammate is nearby with the items in their inv (evidence: pac's vod "voltei... o que tá acontecendo no QSMP?!" at roughly 3:00:00; tubbo claims tea and tea is taken out of pac's inventory. i don't know the limits of this strategy)

blue team also has time to swoop in and steal a global task out from under red during this time. say, if red team had claimed the task for 10 tea leaves, upping the price to 15 tea leaves, and then blue team snuck in and claimed the task and set the price up to 20 tea leaves, (since the proposed 10 minute cooldown on claims would be TEAM LIMITED; red's cooldown applying to red only and so on). if red waited until the last second, they wouldn't have the time to reclaim this task even if they did have the resources, possibly forcing them to start their sweep earlier to counter this possibility, at which point team members who had logged on earlier and are out of time by the end of the night, OR members who live in time zones that don't allow them to stay up until server close, may have an easier shot at participating in defending against a global sweep.

all of this DIRECT CONFLICT would make for good audience entertainment and heighten the stakes of an attempted global sweep, since it would practically have to be one team defending globals for an hour while they pipe all their resources into it, knowing that if they die another team could easily swipe their task resources and use it themselves (along with the rest of their gear). it makes it more interesting, while still mostly viable.

plus it would force more strategizing for red team which is maybe just a personal plus, i just really like seeing people planning both in advance and in spur of the moment. it's really satisfying to see how a plan comes together and succeeds or fails; plus, since red team is the main team using this strategy at the moment and their main draw and strength as a team is cohesion and communication this would be completely fucking riveting for me as a viewer so maybe this is just a personal thing. but i really really think it would be fun

but again, i'm not a game designer, or a qsmp player, or a qsmp admin, or honestly even really a gamer? so maybe i'm off my rocker and out of my gourd and this isn't viable or balanced in any way shape or form but YKNOW what is this blog except putting stupid thoughts into the void and seeing if this time the void spits back hate mail so. i'm folding this into a paper airplane and throwing it into the abyss. hopefully it made sense.

k love you appreciate you getting this far, have a good week!!

(i hope your team gets a win in dramatic fashion and celebrates together!!! i hope they come together and unleash a plan so spectacular it takes the server by storm!!! i hope it's so good it becomes a vod you go back to even years in the future!!!! i hope you have a good week!!!!!)

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oh hell yeah!!! 😭🙏💖 k/g/r-sensei accepted my comm request...ive been waiting for so long to finally get a slot!!!

I woke up so tired earlier but then I saw the notif...ONE slot for a headshot comm(1 chara) and I immediately locked🔒 in. i didn't wanna celebrate early since she still needed to accept it, but now! she accepted & just sent me the proposed price hehehe

ok i NEED to get my finances/budgeting up to date TONIGHT!!! RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!!! sorry wd art wip, you'll have to wait for a bit LMAO 🥰

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@miswaken said: “when was the last time we had a real conversation?”

The question caught Barry off-guard. Until recently, he avoided talking to Alice if he could help it; when that wasn't possible, all the pair would do was argue about what they thought was best for Alan and his career. What does Alice know? I'm Alan's agent, not her, Barry always thought to himself, even if he secretly agreed with a few of Alice's ideas.

Even after what transpired in Bright Falls, Barry found it hard to talk to Alice. Of course, he'd check up on her; after all, her loss was just as great as — if not more than — his was. But every time they talked, Barry always felt a pang of regret; he believed he could've done more to prevent Alan's disappearance, even with the supernatural elements at play.

"To be honest with you, I don't think we've ever had one." Barry tried not to show it, but saying that out loud made him feel a bit dejected. He wished him and Alice could've got along — or at least hated each other a little less — while Alan was around. "What brought this question on?"