#Thank you for the ask!!!!!

[shushmal]

steddie request! pre steddie during a pool day eddie feels cute aggression and bites the back of steve's shoulder and surprises him

It should be ILLEGAL, Eddie thinks, for Steve Harrington to allowed out into polite company, much less in a community pool where innocent eyes could gaze upon him. Objectively, sure, Eddie knows that those little pink swim shorts aren't any more scandalous that what anyone else is wearing today. Ted Wheeler is knocked out on a lounge chair with only a speedo. But it's Steve. And Eddie's doing his best to rehab his image in Hawkins, so drooling after the local Harrington prince wasn't going to help.

Never mind that it was Steve who drug Eddie out into Satan's crack that is Indiana summer in August. He'd made a good case about it, too—something, something, being seen doing good in front of all the moms at the community pool, something, something, Holly's birthday party, yada yada. Honestly, Eddie didn't hear most of it, lost in Steve's stupid, beautiful brown eyes.

What was Eddie going to say? No?? Be for real.

That was how Eddie found himself sat on a deck chair (thankfully one with an umbrella), in his jeans next to a cooler, handing little girls juice boxes and snacks when demanded of him.

Holly Wheeler must befriends with the entire elementary school, Jesus Christ.

Steve himself, in his aforementioned pink swim trunks, was playing as pool jungle gym and had kids crawling all over him. It helped a lot to keep Eddie from drooling after him, but didn't do a lot for Eddie's heart.

Worse than Steve being hot, was Steve being cute. Eddie couldn't take it. He was going to die.

Steve had one of the smaller kids perched on his hip, held safely up out of the splash zone, while the rest of the hoard took turns climbing up onto his shoulders and using him like a diving board, his free hand guiding them safely into the water as they jumped. It looked like hell to Eddie, but Steve was grinning ear to ear, rating each jump with a booming cheer that had all the kids screaming around him with each splash.

"Um, excuse me," snaps a little girl in front of Eddie. He glances down and feels like he's looking at a mini Erica Sinclair, her hands on her hips and scowling. A chilling sight.

"Whatcha need, shrimp?" Eddie sighs, flipping the cooler lid up to take another order. "We're out of red barrels, and our stock of blue is going fast."

She eyes him skeptically for a moment before her little shoulders slump. "Fine, I guess I'll take the blue."

"Here you go," he says, pulling the foil off for her since little wrinkled baby fingers have yet to manage it all day. "Now be gone with ye."

Treating him with another incredibly bitchy look for a third grader, she bounds off just as a shadow appears over Eddie. A wet arm hooks over Eddie's shoulders, just as Steve crashes into the deck chair beside him, too small for two nearly full grown men, the plastic creaking ominously. Steve is practically in Eddie's lap.

"Harrington, what the fuck," Eddie squawks, cold pool water soaking into his clothes because Steve is dripping wet.

"What the language, Munson," Steve says, still grinning, looking at Eddie with those brown eyes. His face is round and a little pink, and he's so close that Eddie can see the faint trail of summer freckles across his nose. He's so beautiful, and he looks so happy and excited to have Eddie's attention. "There's little ears—OW WHAT THE FUCK!"

Eddie opens his jaw and yanks his head back, almost as shocked with himself as Steve. He can taste pool water in his mouth. There's a line of pink teeth-marks on Steve tanned shoulder.

"Uh," Eddie says.

"Did..." Steve starts. He leans back a little, still half in Eddie's lap, to gape down at him. "Did you just... bite me?"

"Y-Yeah," Eddie breathes. "Whoops."

"Whoops?" Steve repeats, brows high on his forehead. "Why the hell did you bite me?"

"You're very bitable." Eddie's going to drown himself in the pool at this rate. "You're too cute. I had to bite you."

He watches as Steve's eyes narrow, watches as Steve begins to suss him out. Eddie's still too shocked with himself to do anything, can't even panic, because he's that much of an idiot and his brain has gone completely offline. Because Eddie bit Steve Harrington and then called him cute, Jesus Humphrey Christ.

Then Steve leans down, slowly, until his face is right in Eddie's, and an insane thought goes through Eddie's brain. I bit Steve Harrington, told him he was cute, and now he's going to kiss me.

Except Steve bypasses Eddie's face and lands his lips against Eddie's neck, where he then tries to take his own pound of flesh.

Eddie screeches.

Distantly, he recognizes what a weird blessing it is that they're at the community pool, surrounded half the elementary school, all of them screeching and screaming and splashing. Everyone is completely oblivious to whatever homosexual nightmare is happening to Eddie right now.

"You're pretty cute yourself, Ed," Steve says into the small space next to his ear. And then he's up and standing between one breath and the next. "We really gotta teach you some manners though," he says, grinning, before he turns and dives into the pool.

"Y-Yeah," Eddie says weakly in his absence. He can feel Steve's spit on his neck, rapidly drying the summer heat, the bite mark aching with promise.

[sparrowsupportgroup]

what are your top 3 Ais traits

omg idk even know where to start -

There are so many things that I genuinely enjoy about his character it’s hard to narrow it down to just three traits but these are the ones that strongly resonate with me personally about him!

(in no particular order)

i. protective

I love how protective he is. Even from your first meeting with him, he seems concerned for your safety, by making sure you have a literal guide(Princess ilysm <3) take you back to the city so you’re not in danger + he escorts back to the Wet Wick himself after annihilating that roughneck that tried to hurt you.

Also I just love how he nearly killed that guy that tired to hurt us and in such a brutal way too. He really does wear a bleeding heart on his sleeve and wants to protect the people he sees as vulnerable and that trait makes me ❤️ him even more that I already do.

Hence why I see him getting overly attached to us because he sees us as someone without protection in a strange, treacherous city and wants to be the one to fill that role!

ii. whimsical lil’ fella

Ais is actually hilarious. I had such a fun time bantering with him cuz he has this deadpan type of humor that charmingly disarms you while he is also simultaneously sincere with you.

I replayed his mini-route so many times just kicking my feet and giggling cuz he’s so much fun to talk to and it makes me feel nice - like he’ll tease you but in a way where he wants to laugh WITH you, not at you.

Like his whole sparrow and dove nicknames for MC and Mhin respectively are lowkey funny cuz they’re so random and he just gives them to you and doesn’t explain why and so you now you have this confusing bird themed moniker that Ais gave you just because he could + his “I didn’t know sparrows could bite” comment is SO silly and nonsensical and he just doesn’t care lol

iii. sensitive

I also love Ais’s secret sensitivity. He hides behind a nonchalant, intimidating demeanor but he’s a genuine softie under his scary exterior. His fatal flaw is his poor control on his emotions, after all.

He knows he’s terrifying to most people, so the fact he appears self-conscious about how he comes off to you touches my heart. He literally keeps count of how many “bad impressions” he makes on you so he doesn’t scare you off + his “I was lonely” comment said so simply and honestly, shows how much he desires companionship despite this perception of him being this violent tough guy most people(that isn’t the main cast) runs away from

And this is maybe me overthinking but when he catches you staring at him and asks if you like what you see or if he needs more work, this could interpreted as him being playful, and it is, but with Ais, the things he says can have these double meanings. So what if he was asking you that because he felt self-conscious and genuinely wondered if you didn’t like how he looked and was hiding it behind a joke?

HE HAUNTS ME.

[mar-im-o]

can you tell us more about the fae courts in your au?

i love the detail with the pupils, and was wondering (sorry if youve already talked abt this!) if cosmo and wanda are also from the same courts or different courts--and if two faeries from different courts have a child, what would that child be?

are anti-fairies their own separate courts? with winter being the anti-fairy equivalent to summer and fall being the anti-fairy equivalent to spring? or are there four courts and then four anti-fairy courts?

So faeries rely on humans as a source of magic. A human's belief is a powerful thing, and overtime there have been two leading ideologies of how to inspire that belief. The Seelie gain belief from bettering human lives. The Unseelie gain belief from worsening human lives.The four courts each fit into one of those ideologies.

For the Seelie, there is Summer and Spring. Summer fae are powerful and large, with golden crowns like Jorgen and the Tooth Fairy. Spring fae are smaller, more colorful, have weaker magic, and fool's gold crowns. These are godparents.

For the Unseelie, there is Winter and Autumn. Winter fae are duller and care little for humans, and wear silver crowns. These are the Pixies. Autumn fae are tricksters which cause misfortune in human lives with their obsidian crowns. These are the anti-fairies.

Summer and Winter faeries are considered whole. They're more powerful and can do magic without a host human to believe in them.

Spring and Autumn faeries, on the other hand, are halves of a faerie. They need a human host to farm belief off of, and for every Spring faerie that is born, their other half is born in Autumn.

The court a faerie belongs to is based on the season they're born in. Most faeries are strategic about when they'll bring their children into the light to make sure they stay in the same court, but it's entirely possible for two Springs to have a Winter child, for example.

[lights-at-night]

is there any character in the silt verses you would've liked to have a different ending/appear again, and if so what would that be/what would their role be?

i think charity was an interesting character and i would've loved to see more of her. i honestly don't know how she'd fit into the narrative in a natural way, but i'd have liked to learn more about the god of penda's slake because that episode was SO COOL. glad she got a cameo in season 3 tho

as for a different ending i'm sad but altogether satisfied with how things ended. maybe greve shouldve lived so she could talk shit about faulkner in the verses, or something to that degree.

honorary mention to the saint electric. she is fascinating to me and i wish we got more information about her bc tsv is more focused on the church electric than her. she isnt a character but i wish she was. i have sent a question to the qna asking for any lore on her and am currently planning a fic set in the siltverses version of the industrial revolution to explain her backstory

[meitantei-shitpost]

For the ask game, Conan !!!

Conan Edogawa has successfully taken over my brain he is my blorbo ever. he’s a little creature, he’s a homicide detective, he’s an annoying brat, he’s a tortured soul, he’s a cute little scrunkly, he’s a creepy little shit, he’s an actual genius, he’s a little fuck in a bowtie. I honestly like him too much to get a bingo he is my son

Referring to this post!!

[breadbugg]

hello yes is your sonic rush au gonna have subway surfers *runs away*

the radical rush x subway surfers collab is coming along well

[resident-rats]

30 metaltango??? seems like them 👉👈

This got away from me a bit dhdfhdj. But you’re right!! It is very them

Word count: 1231

Prompt: “I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.”

[18+ under the cut]

Grass, grass and more grass.

Leon was laying low, flat on his stomach, looking through the scope of his rifle. Krauser next to him, head low. The stakes were kept to a minimum at least. Another training drill. Like Leon didn’t have enough of them already.

“Good Kennedy, just like that.”

He had been instructing Leon for the past hour. Targets popping up from the makeshift scaffolding, teaching him how to hit each one with tactical precision. It had been a long day.

“C’mon, focus. Head out the clouds.”

Right. Yeah. He had to concentrate. Which was easier said that done with his Major pressed against him, voice low in his ear.

“Easy now, deep breaths.”

It was torture, it really was.

One target sprung up, Leon steadily moving the rifle, aligning it with the crosshair. Controlling his hands, ridding them of any shake.

“Attaboy Kennedy, just like that.” The gruff way in which Krauser spoke was doing him no favours.

But he did it. Fired. Hitting it first time. Ensuring to reload efficiently afterwards.

A hand clapped him on the shoulder, fingers dipping down into his collar bone.

“Good job soldier.”

It would have been a better job if Leon hadn’t been lying there hard as a rock for the past half hour or so. Having finally given up on fighting it. Krauser having done nothing but praise him for that duration. It was unfortunate.

“Thank you, Major.”

Ignoring the way his erection pushed into the grass.

“C’mon rookie, onto the next lot.” Standing and extending an arm down. Only Leon didn’t take it. He couldn’t. Not without Krauser learning of his predicament anyway.

“I- uh-”

“What’s wrong now?” Not sounding amused.

“Nothing, it’s just…” What was he even meant to say?

“Don’t have time for bullshit Kennedy, c’mon.” Grabbing Leon’s wrist and flipping him over. Just when he was about to hoist the man up, that was when he noticed. Eyes running down, noting Leon’s problem. Immediately releasing the arm from his grasp.

“I���m sorry,” Tripping over his words as he watched his Major’s expression. Deadpan. One hand went down to adjust the front of his army fatigues. Maybe he could hide it. “It’ll go down, I promise.” Said almost stupidly.

Krauser just remained above, glaring. Almost like it burned.

Leon went to get up, gaining leverage from an elbow.

“Stay put, soldier.” Before dropping to rest on his haunches beside him. “That’s an order.”

Slowly Leon lowered himself back down, rifle in the grass by his side. Lying there, vulnerable.

“On your front,” Only Leon didn’t obey immediately, taken aback by the command. “Now.” Spoken with a little bit of bite.

So, he turned, lying there on his stomach. No idea what was going on, but the adrenaline was doing nothing to help the issue between his thighs.

“Major, listen, I’m-”

“Shut it Kennedy, you listen to me okay?”

Leon just swallowed around the lump in his throat.

A hand came down, brushing along Leon’s side, pulling a small shudder from the man.

“That do it for you, huh?”

Silence on Leon’s end. Embarrassment flooding his face.

“Like it when I touch you, Kennedy?” Hand running back and forth. “C’mon, answer me.”

He closed his eyes tight. “Y-yes.”

“Attaboy.”

A small whimper came from him hearing that, no longer holding back, too confused by what was happening.

“Oh.” Krauser smirking as he spoke. The penny had dropped. “That’s what you like?”

“Shut up.” Leon said back, face growing redder.

“Why, scared of what’ll happen if I call you a good boy now?”

“It’s not like that.” Trying to deny the arousal festering within him. How his cock lay heavy, pathetic and drooling, unable to do anything about it.

“Really? That why you’re rutting into the grass like some kind of desperate mutt, hmm?”

Turning his head to meet Krauser’s. Pupils blown wide, face flushed.

“Bet you like that, thinking what I could do? How I could use you?”

“Krauser.” Named whined a bit.

“Tell me I’m wrong then, huh? Go on, do it.”

But he couldn’t. Of course he couldn’t.

“Fuck the ground. Go on.”

It was a little humiliating but Leon needed it. Cock craving relief, already leaking into his underwear. So he did it. Rolling it into the ground. Hard. Indulging himself.

Krauser clearly getting some kick out of controlling the whole situation.

“That’s a good boy. Always do as I say, don’t you Kennedy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Fuck it felt good, even if the friction was kept to a minimum.

“What sort of stuff do you think of Leon? Lying in your bunk at night, with your hands down your pants.” Grumbling it’s way from Krauser’s chest. “Tell me. That’s an order, soldier.”

It really shouldn’t have been having as much of an effect on him as it was.

“A-anything. I’ll take anything.”

“Hmm, that so?”

Mewling a bit at that.

“Want,” Pausing to catch his breath, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. “Want you to fuck me, hard. Hold me there, use me. Fuck- just anything. However you want.”

“Like me to push you up against the walls in the showers then, huh? Fuck you ‘til you can’t stand?”

“Please.”

“Tell you how good you are? That your pretty little ass is all mine? Stroke that stupid cock of yours?”

“Fuck.” Pace faltering just a bit, while lost in the image.

“Watch you fall apart in my hands. Want that do you rookie?”

He did’t even reply, focused on rutting harder and harder where he lay.

“So fucking pathetic.” Krauser laughing as he said it. “Should get a look at yourself, dumb and fucked out.”

His hips slowed as he looked hard into the man’s eyes.

“Krauser, please.” Not quite knowing what to beg for. But something. Anything.

“So fucking whiny. Did I say you could stop?” Practically growled at him.

Fuck.

“Krauser- Major- Please.” Picking up again, voice tapering off.

“Bet I could make you cum without even touching you.”

Head dipping down as the arousal became unbearable. The blunt rub of his cock somehow getting too much. Wet spot forming where the tip met underwear. The constant grinding while trapped in the tight clothing was both a blessing and a curse.

“Gonna be a good boy and cum? Can you do that for me, huh?” Voice getting closer to Leon’s ear, worming it’s way into his brain.

It became increasingly difficult to focus. Only thing he could think of was his cock and Krauser’s voice.

“Gonna be an obedient boy aren’t you?”

And that sent him. Body stilling as he came hard into his pants. A strangled gasp pried from his lungs. Cock twitching uselessly, still trapped between him and the ground. Underwear sticking to him, when all he could do was lie there, helplessly pumping it all out. Leg jolting just a bit.

“That’s good Kennedy.” Krauser’s hand coming up behind to pet his hair, fingers running along the nape of his neck. Somewhat pulling him back into the moment. “Good job.” Just like how he had praised earlier.

“On your feet now soldier.” Said as he stood, just like nothing had happened.

With a soft groan Leon got up, legs still shaking. Grabbing the rifle as he found balance.

“Need to get on with training.” Before marching off to the next area, expecting Leon to follow.

Oh right, yeah. Training.

For this ask game!!

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

How do u feel about mushrooms?

Like the kind that is edible. A d not full of evil sports or something

Okay, I'm gonna be honest;

i don't really much care for mushroom😂 TOO SQUISHY TwT *shudders*

what about you?

[disillusionedhope]

SHIIICHIROOOO!!!!!!! DID YA KNOW YOU HAVE A FANCLUB?? :DDD

IM UR #1 FAN AND ANYONE CAN FIGHT ME FOR THIS SPOT!!!!!!! CATCH THESE HANDS!!!! I LOVE YOU SHICHIRO!!!!!!!

-zen

N-No, I didn’t know I had a fan club, actually…

Thank you for your kind words… Please don’t fight over me, it’s not worth it. Did you get those flowers yourself? I’ll, um, I think I’ll try and care for these. Even if they look kind of, well, let’s say worse for wear, haha… Thank you, Zen! I appreciate you all!

[lil-vibes]

Wait wait wait, is Nyx happy about there is being a cat alive because they haven't being liberated yet in their universe and ofc need a cat to do so (assuming they are a perfect reverse roles univarse of Lamb and Narinder) or because they have and Narinder didn't/failed to usurp them and now they miss him??? I NEED TO KNOW NOW /pos /silly

(Take your time ofc just being silly because I loved your art of them and now Im very curious about this version of Lamb, also btw, are their crows fully sentient like Aym and Baal or are they more magical/demonic animal servants? Since they arent humanoid I was left wondering about that)

ANON IM BLEATING AT YOU PATHETICALLY

This isn't a reverse roles au, but more like - What if you made the worst choices imaginable and survived to find out what happens after?

Nyx was still a vessel for Nari, but in their verse there are a couple of small differences (most notably: Nari didn't have Aym and Baal, only the ghost/illusion of them and Nyx was alone for far longer than my main verse lamb before their execution), that led to them killing him after their battle in a fit of blind rage and grief.

Their mind reading is entirely passive due to the crown being overloaded and it came to them as a shock when they heard Lambert's thoughts, but just assumed Narinder was still chained and were about ready to fight him asap. They still jumped him as soon as they laid their eyes on him back at the cult lmao

They resent and loathe him, and find it very difficult to believe that there is a version of them out there that spared him and very much aren't aware that the entire thing was a giant miscommunication.

(they also are just…, horribly, terribly lonely in their ascension and miss him so so deeply that when Lambert has dreams from their pov the entire cult appears empty and tinged gray.)

As for the ravens/crows! Nyx mimics Narinder a lot subconsciously to feel closer to him (^ like their clothes, but they also use chains in combat nowadays), so they are partly inspired by Aym and Baal. They are demons of sort, semi-sentient, and also containers for power bc the crown is just Severely Overloaded with handling the two massive domains that are Life and Death and seeks out outlets. They just kinda spawned one day and Nyx was like “Neat.” and went back to dissociating and purging Purgatory. They act as scouts and an extra pair of eyes to Nyx on crusades bc they see through the forehead ones!

[fruchtfliege]

omg i can't decide between 💚 or 🐺 but either one would be amazing!!

(in response to this post)

💚- re-animator!au

The kiss meant nothing! Liam keeps repeating to himself for the hundredth time but the much-needed repetition is starting to send a different message. But no, this isn't him. He’s not… 

But he's cool! He read the Kinsey Reports! He signed a petition so the World Health Organization would stop considering homosexuality as a psychological disorder! He's… hip. But he's not that. Oh shit… What’s the definition of homosexuality again? Shit! Shit! Shit! Liam likes women! Loves women! Women are great! …Theo is also somewhat fine. He’s… objectively… good… looking. Attractive, hot, and stunning are words that some people might use to describe him. 

Liam bites down on his fingers. Fuck! He might be more in the middle of the Kinsey scale than he thought he was. 

🐺- stuck as a wolf!theo

“So, which one do I do first?” Liam asks Theo as he shows the wolf his science manual and his history manual. He’s a bit indecisive because… well… there’s one he obviously likes and one he obviously hates. 

Theo barely waits the end of the question to boop the science manual with his nose. 

“Hmmmm… I don't know… I got this pretty big history exam soon…” Liam lies, now regretting asking him to choose even if he knows he should do science. Freaking science, it always takes him an eternity to study! 

Putting his big wolfy face on top of the science manual, Theo stares at Liam, not leaving him much choice. 

“I know, but if I do history first, then-”

Theo starts growling. 

“Yeah but-” 

Theo bites the history manual and throws it away. 

“Theo!” Liam exclaims, shocked, before he bursts out laughing.

[ninyard]

Thank you for the answers ! I really loved hearing about ur ocs 🫶🏾 🌷but by curiosity how would vic be if she fell in love with someone or from some reason in particular started playing exy and got to the foxes? How would that go ? Sorry for all the bothering and questions in advance haha, I’m just very curious.

oh thank you!! i feel silly talking about them sometimes so i'm glad you enjoy <33

if vic fell in love with someone, it would be a passionate shitshow. vic has a problem with obsession, and for a while she would do anything to please riko, because all she wanted was his validation and approval, and even still she wasn't exactly in love with him. if he asked her to kill for him, she would. if vic fell in love, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from devoting everything to the person. but she's also manipulative, and a very good actor, and her connection to them would be bordering on stalking. she'd "accidentally" bump into them in different costumes, looking like a different person, or she'd use her skills to find out everything about them, she would leave them gifts, or things in her kills that show they're for them (like the number 1 circled on a menu left next to or near a body to show that it was for riko). obsession, devotion, unhinged love and destruction because all she wants is this person. chances are once she "has" them, she'd be bored, because it's the chase and the admiring from a too-close distance that gives her a thrill. she loves to know that she's there, and the person has absolutely no idea at all.

i like to think that if vic/the foxes ever cross paths it's because she was tasked with a) finding out anything she possibly can about neil or b) killing proust. how i imagine it happening is that she's so intrigued by neil being the butcher's son that she just watches him for a while. she's in eden's when they are, she's in the crowd at games, she's pretending to be a cleaner for the foxhole court just to be close by, in the locker room, breaking into his locker just to look. she's breaking into betsy's office, or david's, or abby's, and nobody will ever know that she was ever there. she pretends to be a server at eden's just to take the glasses from their table, but only once would she ever stand in front of him and look him in the eyes and speak. maybe she has a soft smile on her face, and she tells him she's a big fan, and she loves how brave he's been after everything that's happened to him. neil obviously doesn't know how to respond, but she shakes his hand anyway, or maybe asks him to sign something, but all she sees when she looks at him is the butcher. it's admiration in a way, but there's a part of her that resents him for how everything ended with his father. she loves neil, she hates neil.

i don't think she'd ever play exy, unless it was the only way to get a job done. it's just not her scene, it's not her skillset, but if she had to she would. i could just see her getting close to the foxes in other ways - going to renee's church, or sitting in their lectures pretending to be a student, going to matt's gym, pretending to be security at one of their games. maybe she was the one who killed seth, or maybe she was just there that night. vic is more likely to hide in the shadows to watch, an unsettling presence in a room, than to directly get involved. she's learned how to master disguising herself to blend in, and if she wanted to stay hidden she would never get caught.

[morismentos]

What’s your favorite Have a Nice Death character? Any headcanons for them?

it feels like every other day another character becomes my favorite, they’re all so good. but i do have to say i enjoy Life a lot. we see her through mostly mentions, it’s just so interesting!! (also again her similarities to death)

she is also the character i have the most headcanons about! because there’s not much we know about her like. personally

anyhow here’s the list there’s probably sooome stuff i forgot if but this is the maiiin jist

- i like to think she has a snake collection, along with various bugs. she likes lavender condas

- despite the quite chaotic nature of life i like to think her personal living space is quite organized, think like those minimalism houses cause i think it’s funny

-she’s also a huge nerd just about different things (i think she would be into like. miniatures, and also wood carving)

- her food pallet is a lot larger than deaths but she is very particular about texture (ex: she cannot stand the mushy texture of oatmeal, the opposite goes for death ofc)

- she’s trans (i want to make a comic about this at sooome point)

- mythology enjoyer but like. animal mythology, it inspires her. fairies centaurs ectect

- ‘has’ a movie collection. it mostly if not all consists of movies death brought that he just never took back. and mostly ones that he would rant about the whole time. sometimes she would as well. now she doesn’t really watch movies anymore, too busy. (she can’t watch them because they just remind her of him)

- loooves the cold, and ice skating, death would say he hasn’t ever skated in his vast life. but he has. he’s just not great at it.

- they gave each other nicknames, death would shorten her name to nat (though he did this very Very rarely), and life would use variations of moris, mori, mors

[eyeofthechasm]

immediately sending an ask for #8 from the simple ask game because i want to know about everyone's Kind Of Evil And Its Maybe A Bit Worrying type guys

OUEHSID JUMPSCARE HELLO

sso ! ok. uh. I dont rlly think I have an outright evil character, but I feel like the closest I can get to that is Asphodel (2hats below & eye/staring warning)?

Asphodel(she/it) is my looped Renzo. She’s a guide, helping the looper out through their situation. That’s the extent of its purpose.

It’d be an antagonist/obstacle/whatever in the same way Loop is in canon: right at the end.

Asphodel doesn’t have a home anymore. All that’s left is it, the fragments of its party scattered throughout her (in its voice, most notably). As she helps the looper overcome and break free of the loops, she realizes just what she’s lost. What they have, she no longer does. What it can never, ever have again, they now do. Even if the party is entirely different from its original (cough cough partyswap) she can’t help but feel betrayed.

To put it lightly, there’s. a bit of jealousy with it! And betrayal!

aand here she is!! I lijke her she can fit so much angst (art on the right by @ghosttoastx !! mmy frand ghost :) )

[transgenderdoctorwhomst-old]

the blog @gallifeathers is inactive but has a few New Who winged time lord edits

I like to imagine that flying isn't necessary to get around on Gallifrey but it you would probably show off to your friends if you can do backflips in mid-air.

Time Lord clothes come with wing slits and/or bigger-on-the-inside technology, so the Doctor has to adjust human clothes they pick up to accomodate their wings. Thier wing feathers have hints of artron energy and their DNA, and when properly groomed by other Time Lords, feathers don't fall out often. The Doctor doesn't have any other Time Lords they could ask to do this, so they need to take care to not leave behind feathers so their enemies can't track them. This is a task they fail at, often.

OOOO THANK YOU FOR THE REFERENCE LINK

The only people the Doctor can ask to help groom them are his human companions, which requires both a lot of trust and I imagine a bit of training to do it right. Maybe they give some of their companions loose feathers as a gift, a sort of "here's a piece of me" gesture. (Plus, a crafty companion might be able to use it as a sort of Doctor Detector, like what Jack did with the Doctor's Actual Hand, lol.)

I bet Theta pulled a lot of dumb flying stunts in the Academy with Koschei, the menaces.

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3 and 18 please!

3. A fic or Artwork you enjoyed

There was so much epic stuff this year in our lovely fandom 🩷 Right now I am drawn to mention The Stars Incline Us by wordspinning/merakiae. Especially as the story is starting to ramp up to its conclusion. Seriously, if you want an exhilarating, insightful, creative, GENIUS storytelling experience, READ THIS

18. The creation that took you the most amount of time

Surprisingly enough it was the piece I did for @lauronk ‘s garden fic, because I was trying out some new painting techniques and I had never done a background before so it took a while to fully take shape.