#being whimsical is not a crime

[nyancatgorawrrxd]

JAX X MALE DOG READER (sleeping~!)

(A/N- i wrote this a month ago because im super self indulgent „❛⁠ ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛„)

(jax may sound a little ooc. i was half asleep while making this one!! its in first person)

jax kisses my forehead softly while looking away, obviously a little agitated with himself about being 'too soft'..

"night.." he grumbled into my ear as he looks at me.. his gaze softening..

"..you loser.."

as i softly fall asleep i could hear his soft yapping..

"my loser.. my absolute moron.. my.. favourite.. my.. puppy.. i love you.."

"..thats pretty gay.." i whispered softly back to him, one of my eyes peeping open to see his expression change to one of.. bashfulness, he really is pathetic...

"night bunny.."

"...night you gaybo.."

"..says you.."

(A/N! i might post more of these self indulgent post i make for myself!)

[thegoblinpit]

Me? Trust the government?

[jojotier]

literally nothing more heartbreaking than realizing you finally understand the shape od how your writing style is developing and then you realize its still not right for the book you want to write gkdkifkskfk

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I've been in a Silver mood lately. And I also haven't had much sleep due to work so I wrote this hehe <3

"Nooo, stay with me," Silver's voice broke the afternoon silence, a soft whine edging his words. It was a spoiled request, one you couldn't deny even if you wanted to.

He looked so cute like this, his sleepy eyes pleading, a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. The soft tone of his voice, tinged with the hoarseness brought on by sleep, coupled with his lazy smile, captivated your attention.

Before you knew it, you were back in his arms, where he believed you belonged. His hold on you was gentle yet possessive, his embrace a cocoon of warmth. The slow pace of the afternoon, the serene rays of the sun filtering through the window, made you feel drowsy as well. Silver's curls tickled against your neck, his arms tightening around you, pulling you impossibly nearer.

And even then, he tried to pull you closer. Almost as if he wanted to be one with you, one being with one heartbeat and mind, and feelings and thoughts and everything that he could share with you.

"Wanna see another dream?" He asked, one eye half-open, his gaze piercing through the haze of sleep. His words held a promise, a temptation to dive back into the strange and whimsical worlds he often led you to in dreams.

Lately, Silver had been guiding you through the dreams of others, an odd habit that had become your shared secret. Some were funny, though others, like Lilia's dream, were less pleasant. The memory of being turned into unwilling taste testers for the fae's horrendous cooking still made you shudder. The nightmare of choking down concoctions that defied culinary logic was something you'd rather not revisit.

You could still taste the salt and pepper and sugar on your tongue and it wasn't any good. Far from that, it was horrible. Horrendous, such a crime for culinary that you just know Gordon Ramsay would kill Lilia with his bare hands if he could.

A soft breeze, another soft kiss on left on your cheek, you tried to break free. "I had to go, honey. But it won't take long, I promise!"

He looked at you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and dangerous, callous fingers tickling your sides very slowly. "Stay," Silver whispered again, his voice more insistent, more demanding.

You rolled your eyes at that. He was always like this, so adamant of your time and affection, so straightforward about what he wanted. And each and every time you found a way to compromise with him, knowing full well about the extent of his feelings.

There was something in his gaze, a depth of emotion that made your heart race. His eyes, usually so gentle, held a dark intensity for a long second. "You can't go," He confessed, his voice a hushed murmur. "You're mine. Only mine."

But here, in Silver's arms, the world seemed distant. His gentle breathing, the warmth of his body, and the protective way he held you made you feel safe. Amused, you thought how he extended his sleepiness to you - if that was even possible.

Might as well be.

His hold tightened, his grip almost desperate. "Don't leave now, I'II be left all alone and cold."

You snorted, feeling a laugh bubbling on your chest as you shake from a second. In this moment, wrapped in his arms, wrapped in the covers, you were his. Completely, utterly his.

"Fine." You give in, already thinking about the consequences. Though you didn't care too much, too comfortable now, too cozy, laid on his chest. "But you're gonna help with my homework later. Deal?"

He hummed, already drifting to the dream world. "Deal."

[marauroon]

i heard open requests??? anyway if you can, maybe sirius with a reader who's just the epitome of whimsical? THANK YOUUU take your timeee

── .✦ 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐬.𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤)

you’re strange, odd, and yet sirius has never once questioned any aspect of your personality. you think it’s love.

sirius black x fem!whimsical!reader | 1.0k | fluff | masterlist.

You are a whirlwind of colour in a world that often feels a little too grey. A splash of paint in a monotone masterpiece, a wandering melody in a room full of silence.

You flit through life like a butterfly caught in a summer breeze—never quite landing, always in motion, always chasing the next moment of wonder.

And for some reason, Sirius Black has decided to follow you.

Which is strange, really; Because Sirius is sharp edges and quick wit, all rebellious fire and effortless cool. He’s the kind of person people write songs about—untamed and unafraid.

You, on the other hand, are… well, let’s be honest. You once spent twenty minutes talking to an owl just to see if it had any interesting gossip.

But here he is.

And, if the smirk tugging at his lips is any indication, he finds you absolutely ridiculous.

“Are you going to keep talking to that plant, or should I come back later?”

You gasp, scandalised, and throw your arms around the large, leafy fern in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. “Don’t be rude, Sirius! Fernanda has been nothing but kind to us,”

James snorts from where he’s lounging on the sofa. “You named the plant Fernanda?”

You nod seriously. “She told me her name herself,”

Sirius crosses his arms, his expression full of exaggerated skepticism. “Oh, did she? And what else did dear Fernanda tell you?”

You lean in conspiratorially, as if sharing a great secret. “She thinks your hair is too long,”

James howls with laughter. Remus, sitting nearby with his nose buried in a book, sighs deeply but doesn’t argue. And Sirius… well. Sirius watches you with something unreadable in his gaze.

You’re used to being laughed at—people don’t always know what to do with someone like you. But Sirius doesn’t laugh at you. He laughs because of you. There’s a difference, and you notice it.

—

Somehow, he becomes a permanent fixture at your side. You drag him into your world of absurdity, and, much to your delight, he doesn’t resist.

There’s the time you convince him to help you build a makeshift raft out of old broomsticks and attempt to sail across the Black Lake. (It sinks within three minutes, but Sirius insists it was a noble effort.)

Or the time you declare, with no context whatsoever, that you’re going to write a heartfelt apology letter to the portrait of the Fat Friar after accidentally bumping into it. (Sirius proofreads it for you and even adds a dramatic postscript: P.S. I shall never forgive myself for this most heinous crime. My soul is forever stained.)

And then there’s the time you find a stray cat on the school grounds and insist it’s an omen of good luck. Sirius, ever the enabler, helps you smuggle it into the Gryffindor dorms. The cat, whom you name Orion in his honour, promptly becomes best friends with him and takes to draping itself across his shoulders like some kind of bizarre fur scarf.

You catch him one evening, sitting by the fire, idly scratching Orion’s ears while absently listening to your latest ramblings about whether or not ghosts ever get bored.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to it.

You grin. “And yet, here you are,”

His eyes meet yours across the flickering light. There’s something soft in them. Something warm. “Yeah,” he says, almost to himself. “Here I am,”

—

You think you might love him.

Not in the way the poets describe, all aching hearts and longing sighs. No, loving Sirius Black feels like running downhill too fast, like the rush of wind through your hair when you’re flying, like the moment right before a laugh escapes.

It feels like freedom. Like joy.

And maybe—you hope—he feels the same.

Because when you drag him out onto the castle grounds in the middle of the night just to dance beneath the stars, he doesn’t roll his eyes or ask why. He just twirls you, laughing, as the moonlight glows silver in his hair.

Because when you hand him a daisy crown you spent far too long making, he doesn’t scoff or throw it away. He wears it, head held high, as if it’s a crown of gold.

Because when you stumble over your words, when your mind runs faster than your mouth and you get lost in your own tangents, he never rushes you. He just listens. Really listens.

And when you fall asleep beside him in the common room after a long day of nonsensical adventures, he drapes his cloak over you without a word.

Maybe love doesn’t always need grand declarations. Maybe, sometimes, it’s found in small moments. In laughter shared over stolen midnight snacks, in whispered conversations under enchanted ceilings, in the simple act of staying.

Sirius Black has always been a runner. But with you, he stays.

And that’s how you know.

[merakiui]

Ahhhh I’m loving the Skully wave, it’s so funny to see how fast you folded for him, not that I’m complaining tho (thankfully he’s nothing like Gojo) He just fits into so many thoughts that are basically either him matching your freak or out freaking you.

Incoming ramble but Ik we talked about prisoner Floyd but what about prisoner Skully? Unlike Floyd, Skully isn’t that intimidating but acc fairly easy to talk to, at least when you first meet him. Torn between Skully being a perceived as a petty criminal, even on paper, but is acc a master manipulator; his story goes that he was a lonely kid and unfortunately got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was forced to go along with their schemes, and was ultimately arrested and found guilty by association but recurved a lighter punishment, but in reality he manipulated those fools and got a slap on the wrist compared to them. Orrrr going a more simpler route and having him just being regarded as a dangerous criminal from the get go. Maybe you’re a prison nurse and it’s become such a common site to see him brought onto the medical unit all bloody and bartered, yet still maintaining his strange but otherwise pleasant demeanour, so much so that you wonder what he did to end up in prison; you prefer not to read up on your patient’s crimes so that you may not develop any biases that may affect your work. But with Skully your conflicted with “trusting” what he says, and what everyone else, including your gut, is telling you that’s a bad idea.

There’s definitely horny thoughts somewhere here but I got too caught up in the idea and the specifics…as another anon has said work your magic

I folded so quickly for him it’s almost embarrassing, but I simply can’t resist his whimsical charms. He’s so silly goose cutie pie. <3 my most beloved!!! \(//∇//)\

Now as for prisoner Skully…….. >:) ooohhh,, I love the idea of Skully being underestimated solely because he’s so polite and outgoing when interacting with the other officers and prisoners. And he has such a kind face! There’s no way someone like him could ever commit a heinous crime, right? But his sentencing doesn’t lie, nor does the prison jumpsuit he wears.

Every time he comes to you, battered and bloody, he takes your hand in his bruised one and kisses the top of it, calling you all manner of wonderful endearments. He’s particularly fond of calling you “my lovely.” He’s definitely a…unique prisoner. He’s usually on such good behavior, too. It’s the other prisoners who rough him up on account of his being “too creepy.” Though Skully’s smile is sincere, you have to wonder how such a cordial man managed to unnerve so many prisoners. ^^;;; perhaps a dark side you’ve yet to see?

Horny thoughts…… something something Skully somehow manages to drug you on one of his many infirmary visits. Maybe you’re in a secluded room and he’s swiped the muscle relaxant intended for his injuries and used it on you so you’re weak and pliable for him. >:) AAAA but there’s also the idea of Skully intentionally harming himself just so he has a reason to visit you. Perhaps blaming his rough state on those prisoners. They just don’t understand him. :( they’re always hurting him. And you feel just a little bad. He reminds you of a kicked puppy when he’s like this, but that same seemingly weak, defenseless kicked puppy is drugging you and shutting the curtain to the infirmary bed so he can lay you down and have his way with you. :) that’s the best cure, after all.

And then, if he’s just a dangerous criminal from the beginning, perhaps serial killer Skully on death row and he’s really excited for his execution date. Or he was until he fell in love with you and now he doesn’t want death to separate the two of you. >_<

[runby2]

autism is not only a disorder but i think it's what made jester comedy universally enjoyed? i was severely neglected as a child - and yes that's sad but please lock in bc even tho it was traumatizing, because now as a full adult looking back, i was probably the most absurd little freak in the world to the rednecks in the RED state I reside in.

imagine the most thin little 18 year old autistic, brown, trans presenting gay lad with fluffy brown hair and an oversized hoodie being told "today in history class we get to watch the state colors live.", not looking effected, but the democrats and republicans in the class are tense. meanwhile this little 5'0 tall gangly brown boy is doodling phone guy x purple guy yaoi in a notebook bc it hasn't clicked that politics are important in terms of his whole life yet. he's unknowingly surrounded by kids who have bullied him for years and he just didn't notice. he's listening to angel of darkness nightcore SPARTA remix in his headphones.

the teacher awkwardly looks at him and says "the red appears to be winning."

there's silence.

the little brown boy then looks excited and says and i quote "oh awesome! the red team is winning! i hope everyone who supports red gets to have a party later." it's clear he doesn't know what it means if red wins. he's only heard about football teams.

the room is silent. no one can comprehend if the boy is being sarcastic. the boy looks so genuinely whimsical.

like i can't make this shit up that little brown boy was ME and i was still only paying attention to five nights at freddy's lore on matpat's channel at age 18 because i had no connection to reality - while also being too autistic to realize 5 dudes in that class would hate crime me if they saw me alone in an alleyway. but now i was excitedly making eye contact with them and asking them to have a fun time at their fucking republican after parties. i even patted one of them on the back. i've never seen so many white country high schoolers look conflicted and distraught in their life. because the whole republican democrat debate RELIES on that tension and i fucking shattered it with my one track thoughts of "if i'm giving compliments to everyone it's like they are getting a llama on deviantart "

[judesmoonbeauty]

Chaotic Night: William Rex

☾ CW: Gore, Blood - Just a smidge. ☾ MDNI: Brief, heavily suggestive theme. This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. Cybird owns everything. Thank you so much for your support, and I hope that you enjoy the story! ☾.

— Rained poured into the empty room.

A deep crimson rain, deeper than any ruby.

Amidst this, he walked while humming a tune along with the screams of anger and pain.

He laughs, not minding that the raindrops are sullying this body,

It’s so beautiful, it’s otherworldly…….

As if by some mysterious magnetism, I can’t take my eyes off him.

(Ahh……)

(…..How beautiful.)

— A few hours before.

The appearances of the cursed changed due to the “Queen of the Night” extract being mixed in because of Roger.

(Everyone looks different. Will is -)

William: Kate, is there anything wrong with your body?

Kate: Nope, I’m fine. But…Will, your head….!

Will had horns springing from his head. The curved horns that grew skyward were a gorgeous jet-black color.

William: …..It seems I took on this appearance thanks to the Queen of the Night extract.

Kate: Do you feel any pain in your body…?

William: I don’t feel any pain….but, I’m not pleased that I can’t lay my head in your lap.

Kate: I’m sorry. If I had been more alert, I could’ve prevented the contamination…

William: …No, you don’t need to apologize.

William: I was aware that Roger purposely placed the bottle on the table.

Kate: What?

(If that’s the case, why did Will just take the medicine….)

Kate: Will, you took the medicine because you trust Roger, right?

William: Indeed. …..Roger is a man who views us as prime test subjects.

William: Most likely, the Queen of the Night extract’s safety was tested on one person beforehand.

William: It’s been proven safe, and Roger’s cursed research is progressing,

William: There’s no reason not to cooperate. Wouldn’t you agree?

(William knew all of this, and still consumed the contents….)

(….There was no need for me to worry, or fret.)

Will accepted everything knowingly, and while I was relieved, at the same time a stain spread across my heart.

But, before I could realize what that stain was, Will smiled with a suggestion.

William: Just as our appearance has changed, so the strength of our curses have increased,

William: Don’t you think it’s a good night for condemnation?

Hearing that a criminal group who commits heinous deeds was holding a costume party on Halloween night,

William wore his horns, and I wore a simple costume.

—With that, the evil king’s condemnation began.

William: Those who’ve committed murder, must end their lives the same way.

Will’s cursed power and sins have amplified due to ingesting the extract for the Queen of the Night,

It became possible for him to exercise his ability on any who heard his voice, without looking in their eyes.

Will brings about death after death, as I walk along the hall with him.

William: Cut off the head of the subordinate you committed a crime with.

William: Shoot the vital points of the comrades you don’t like.

Chaotic, whimsical death sentences.

It’s likely that limiting the targets and killing them off slowly, is to instill terror and despair.

— And then, gleaming silver blades cut off chunks of flesh, and bullets pierce bodies from all angles.

Each time, dark red petals spray out, and rain down incessantly.

William: ~♪

As voices of pain and anger echo….William happily hums a tune.

However, the people realized this was something unusual, and started attacking us as we mixed in.

William: Those who try to harm us, should switch targets to their own companions.

With those words, the murderous intent aimed at us shifted to other people.

(Oh……)

(…..How beautiful.)

The fear I felt in my heart when I first saw these deeds, was no longer there.

I thought he was beautiful as he laughed while covered in blood.

William: I’m growing bored with these same deaths. It’s about time to end this.

William: Those who lament their own powerlessness in the face of my power….slice your throat.

As soon as the remainder heard Will’s voice, they picked up their weapons and held them against their necks.

The cruel act of the Queen of Hearts, is to decapitate them,

It will likely make headlines, and will be something to be feared by criminals.

However, they weren’t the only ones to respond to his voice —

(Huh……?)

—My hand moved involuntarily and grabbed the cold, gold knife I had hidden in my clothes.

Kate: …..

I comfortably held the knife to my throat, with my own hand.

I tried to ask Will for help, but my voice wouldn’t sound.

(This can’t be….! What should I do…like this…..)

Even as my hand shook at the fear of my impending death,

Perhaps, because of the power the curse had over my body, I didn’t drop the knife.

The blade of the knife glowed as it slowly tried to dig into my skin.

Just as I was on the verge —

William: ….I did not give you that knife to harm yourself with. Kate,

William grabbed my arm, stopping the knife from advancing.

Kate: W-ill……I…..

William: ….When I gave the order, I said, “Those who lament their own powerlessness in the face of my power.”

William: Do you feel powerless?

When I was asked that question, I remembered what happened at the castle before arriving at the venue.

[Flashback Begins]

William: It’s been proven safe, and Roger’s cursed research is progressing,

William: There’s no reason not to cooperate. Wouldn’t you agree?

(William knew all of this, and still consumed the contents….)

(….There was no need for me to worry, or fret.)

[Flashback Ends]

At that time, the identity of the stain that dropped into my heart, was a sense of powerlessness.

Kate: William, you can perceive everything, and your ability is heightened, you’re flawless……

Kate: I started thinking that maybe I didn’t need to worry….or try to protect you.

This led to my sense of powerlessness, which led to my listening to Will’s order.

William: Kate. I am a human being.

William: ….Since I am dressed like this today, perhaps that doesn’t go without saying.

As if to loosen up my stiffened heart, Will points to his horns saying this jokingly.

William: Since we’re human, there are good times, and there are bad times.

William: I just so happened to be in a good mood today, I don’t know what tomorrow brings.

William: In these uncertain days...do you really think that I don't need you from now on?

Kate: That’s….

Kate: …I don’t think that.

Kate: I want to say that there will be days that I can be your strength, Will……

The same time I said that, my grip loosened on the knife and it fell on the spot.

Perhaps, because my sense of powerlessness vanished, the effectiveness of the order ceased.

Will picks up the fallen knife and puts it back in my hand.

William: …I think so too.

William: I, need you. Kate, my beautiful and brave knight.

At the words of my loved one, the stain in my heart disappeared.

Then we kissed like we were drawn to each other.

Kate: Will….., no, more…..!

After completing our mission and returning to our room, Will immediately embraced me.

Like my body was saying what it needed, I was repeatedly pushed to the highest heights, until I let out whimpers.

William: …Really? If that’s the case, I’ll stop going so deep.

Will moved his hips to gently thrust into my shallow area, the stimulation was weaker, and it was frustrating.

Kate: Don’t, be mean…..

William: Wasn’t it “no more”.

Kate: ~~, It’s not no more.

Even though Will knows everything, he still wants me to say it though it’s embarrassing.

At that moment, I suddenly realized.

(Before on the mission, I almost died by Will’s order…..)

(Will would never do anything to put me in danger)

(Also, Will notices things my own heart isn’t aware of….)

(Maybe that order was meant to draw out my weakness, and resolve it)

William: …It seems like you’re thinking of something other than no more.

Kate: It’s about you, Will.

William: Hm? Then, I’ll listen, Kate.

William: To everything you think and feel…..

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This is only my second William translation....it's a learning curve, but I hope I didn't do too bad. They are mad about each other!

[differenteagletragedy]

Why Baxter Ward Deserves the Title of "Bad Boy"

(it's got a title so you know it's serious)

Baxter calls himself a bad boy and a rebel, and many people poke fun at him for this, and that's fine -- he is not a real person, etc. BUT I am here to argue that he in fact IS a bad boy, and why it's important to his character to acknowledge him as such.

For one, he does do traditional bad boy things. He's a giant nerd, sure, but he also drinks underage (and likely has a fake ID to do so), has casual sex, dresses in an alternative fashion. He doesn't do violent crimes and he is never rude, but he does check several boxes of your typical teenage "bad boy" stereotype, even so.

But more important, Baxter sees himself as a bad boy because he fights so hard against his upbringing. I imagine his parents told him many, many times that he was a bad boy for not being the prim, proper robot child they wanted -- for befriending people who weren't white, cis, straight, rich, etc., for being kind and whimsical and open-hearted. He's a bad boy because he broke away so hard from the path his parents tried to carve out for him, and I think that's at least part of why he seems so intent on calling himself this.

It's also important to note that when you come from a certain kind of family, while it may not look like it from the outside it really is an act of rebellion to be different. It's hard to teach yourself how to be different than the people who are supposed to be your role models. It's hard to be a child and to not only realize that your family is wrong, but to actively go against them. From the outside, it may not seem like a lot, it may just seem like doing the right thing, but it's terrifying to stand up to your family when everyone and everything around you tells you that family is the most important thing, no one loves you like family, you have to stick with your family.

Baxter could have had an extremely cushy life if he'd kept to the status quo his parents set for him -- we know that it's a family business that gave the Wards their money, and that the elder Wards are incredibly rich. He could have easily bought into their bigoted beliefs or just ignored them, used his business degree to go back to Golden Grove and work with his parents.

But he didn't. He rebelled against it all enough that he doesn't even think his parents would like him if he wasn't their son.

I think it's so important for him to feel like a bad boy and a rebel because it's him telling himself that he's different. That he's fighting against what his parents want him to be. It goes deeper than just an image thing for him.

[postsbycass]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* How Harry Potter Characters Would Type 1/? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Percy Weasley: Percy would be quite posh when it comes to texting. Proper grammar, correct spelling, pristine punctuation. Of course, figuring out the muggle technology took some effort, but he eventually mastered it.

Oliver Wood: ALL CAPS AND HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF OR SWITCH FROM THE ALPHABETICAL TO NUMERICAL KEYBOARD SO HE TEXTS LIKE THIS

(much to the dismay of the quidditch group chat…)

Marcus Flint: Doesn’t text unless he absolutely has to. He either 1. Sends intense, angry voice messages to the Quidditch Groupchat or 2. Leaves everyone on read.

Hermione Granger: Hermione had no issue with learning how to type, of course—she’s muggleborn! That being said, she taught the rest of the Golden Trio to text as well. She has a similar texting style to Percy, though can certainly type in all caps or use exclamation points for emphasis (Ex: when she has to get something through Ron’s ‘thick skull!’.)

Harry Potter: Simple, direct. He definitely doesn’t go out of his way to be poetic or anything, but he isn’t exactly stiff…unlike someone.

Ron Weasley: Ron can be…quite stiff and (admittedly) bloody awkward. A bit self depricating as well, really…He tends to ramble on and on and on, texts laced with little bits of humor and, of course, complaints. Thats a given. Even in situations where he NEEDS to be professional and effienct, he usually overcompensates with excessive words/ formality.

Dumbledore: Texts…like this…as all older individuals do…it’s quite unsettling for the professors groupchat…he also throws in a whimsical emoji every now and then, like a 🦄 or a 💫….which is even more strange and unsettling…

Severus Snape: Very blunt. Few words. Never sends a message without proper pinctuation. Sees it as a crime.

Lavender Brown: Lots of emojis! Far more approachable than most, and absolutely LOVES to use the cute little emoticons :) 🩷 But, when she gets super passionate or excited, her texts are 100% unreadable 🥲

Draco Malfoy: At first, he downright REFUSED to text. THE DRACO MALFOY was NOT going to be seen using *muggle* technology. But, once everyone else started doing it? Well, he didn’t have much a choice, did he…? His casual texts are filled with the typical, haughty snark he is known for—and even while being friendly, he’d be incredibly over the top and passive aggressive. (He also starts ungodly amounts of Twitter Drama, but thats a whole other post..)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

I’m definitely going to make this a series of posts—but for now, thats it 😭😭

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi hi! Have you seen the new Rook and Jade cards?

TWST REALLY SAID HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR (they dropped these card designs when it was still Christmas day in my time zone www) 🤡 IMAGINE THE PURE DISTRESS AND TERROR I FELT WHEN I SAW THE NEWS FOR THE FIRST TIME, I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY BREAKfAST The New Year Attire card artwork looks fantastic this year!! zs,j bdhjvkas3t77135f38odwOYdtSIvyiadiyisa I THINK THE tHIRD ANON SAID IT BEST, TREY, ROOK, AND JADE LOOK LIKE YAKUZA DRESSED NICELY TO USHER IN THE NEW YEAR 😭 and Ortho's there to be their cute and innocent errand boy nephew (when in reality he's committing just as many crimes as they are); I KNOW this kid's not above pulling out a laser beam and threatening people to get what he wants.

Trey finally gets another event SSR (man deserves it after like 4 Rs OTL) and not gonna lie, he kinda looks like my grandpa in that outfit... I really like the pattern on his rose print scarf and the flowerpiece though; you can also see the classic Heartslabyul solid sleeve-checkered sleeve combo. The parasol he's holding is nice too, it makes me think about him whimsically twirling it around as he walks through confetti.

This isn't one of my favorite looks for Ortho, but again I really appreciate how the designers and artists used their creativity to reinterpret the traditional NY garb into robotic parts! You can tell Ortho's "clothes" are more blocky and rigid than the others', yet it still retains the festive feel of the line. There seem to be cables and wires attached to the piece pinned to his chest, and, of course, three doggos at his waist to symbolize Cerberus~

Trey and Ortho being on the same banner... It feels like Ortho was dropped off for Trey to babysit, and Trey's the kind old grandpa who dotes on his grandkid.

... Okay, that's enough of being civil 😇

t315751vAUVgddfiyCUvILNDADFFIYAIBFQEOBNABHOACsdaafjkuc??F<>>Mw/q12yft7BLINJZ>?????m,A'PSCPK[QJNsn;nbegquo PLEASE, I'M SCREAMING AND CRYinf aG ON THE GORUNDA RN OTL Of course TWST would release a new Rook SSR not too long after I said Rollo has replaced Rook in my heart as the superior pseudo French anime boy, OF COURSE. WHY DiD THE YM HAVE TO GIVE hiM SUCH A SMYSTERIOSYF SMU g FACE TOO..... . . . ........ . . . .... . . . . AND THAT LIGHTING??//????? ? ?? ? ?hELLO??? ?? ? ?? ? ????? ? GORGEOUS 😭 THE FAN??? ? ?? ? ? ? ?? ? ?? HOW HE's POSED AEJQWHLBIWQ WIHT IT, weL,Ccopmaifn G YOU INTO YHTE SHOP... I'M GOIBNG TO DUCKIUFN G CHEW HSis FINGNERS OFF, HOLD ME BACK BEOFRE I DOn kqw fhgutiuqfvwofueiyviHnsoguewtqtbwipFFQEGFVIVOQE8?>vLM;N;AEGFLQMJEINP I'm not super into Rook's outfit though; the peacock imagery incorporated into his robes and stuck in his hat are kinda... too much for me? The colors are also weirdly blocked out; it looks odd to have the hat as being the one prominent part of the outfit in red. I would have expected... I don't know, more red throughout the entire outfit? BUT IT'S OKAY, ROOK'S FACE STILL LOOKS GOOD AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS HERE

ADKJBLBSLiyfiysafvoyvgad8fVEFQGIYUOVBVADLM;vsomjvsM,.38920TH??:vL;,AD'PGDMA'PFSm J WORD, NEW YEAR'S J WORD IS HERE 🤡 I'M SO GLAD HE';S NOT THE SSR, I CAN EAISLYR MAX HIM OUT BLESS YOIU MCIUAHRD MOUSE 🙏 ABSHLDVUYADVOQDWADOLBIPfsp ip BIG FAN, HUGE FAN OF HIS POSE HERE OTL rUBINGNG HIS HANDS TOGETHE R AND BENDING SLIGHTLYT FORWARD, INCLinING HIS HEAD TOWARD YOU...... .. ............ . .... . .. . . . . . . .... I CAN SMELL THE USED CAR SaLESMAN ENERgy COMING OFF OF HIM it's working on me He looks like he's still wearing a suit and threw extra shit on top... THAT'S LITERAELLY THE SAME HAT HE WEARS FOR HIS OCTA dORM UNIFORM, HE JUST SLAPPED ON A DIFFERENT HATbaND ACCESSORY. AND SAME WAY OF weARING THE SCARF, JUST USED A DIFFERNT SCARF THIS TIME

I love the fact that Rook and Jade are on the same banner this was made specifically to target me/j, shady bitches deserve to be next to other shady bitches 🤣 Imagine how much pettiness and fake smiling will be had between them????? ???? ??? ? I’ve been dying for more interactions between these two, so this is really a treat for me!! 😋

To summarize: yeaaaaaah uh my rolls are in trouble come 2024 🪦

[therandompagesblog]

Her Soul for His Soul: Chapter 1 🌞Y/n🌞

Trigger Warnings: Fear, anxiety, paranormal activity, swearing, light manipulation

I used to be scared of many things in life, horror films, violence, weeping angels, you name it, I was afraid. As I went to university things changed. I became less afraid. That was mainly due to the fact that my university was in Mystshell. A place that was rich in witchcraft. A place where the supernatural lived. That wasn't why I chose it. I chose it because I had an interest in history, the arts, the culture, the religion, the literature. Everything fascinated me about Mystshell. Its name was obvious, it was a village by the sea and a river ran through it separating each other. Mystshell was over a thousand years old and rumoured to be the home to witches and werewolves but there was never any proof. It was an attractive village, small and quaint that attracted occultist people.       I came from a large village, south of the country. A big city, that was vibrant but it had a high crime rate, but so did Mystshell. That wasn't what drew me Mystshell anyway, but I was here to study for three years before going off to be a teacher. That was my plan. If I had my way I would be sucked into SKZ Mate's books and become Straykids' mate but that was never going to happen, because shit like that doesn't exist. Stray kids don't exist; they are fictional men trapped in a book. Still, the possibility of ghosts and spirits were far more likely to exist than witches along with werewolves anyway. But tonight my friends and I were going to find out.       It was Lisa and Winter's stupid idea to buy an Ouija board from Amazon to try and connect to any spirit. Good or bad. They wanted to try. They wanted to try before Halloween because Halloween was coming up and if spirits were real, we didn't want it disrupting our night. So, we were going to do it tonight after lectures in my dorm. Why? They wanted to break my fear of the unknown. I had a fear of things going bump in the night. I hated the idea of spirits being around my room. I don't like going into graveyards at night. I definitely didn't like horror films but my friends trained me to watch them at night in their rooms every night which helped a little.       We had prepared for it. We went to the shops and bought candles and salt. Why we needed salt, I had yet to learn. Winter said it was about trapping a spirit inside. Like we would ever need to trap a spirit inside. Anyway, we had alcohol, salt, an Ouija board, and candles. Oh, yeah candles were not allowed in the dorms, because it would set the fire alarms off. It didn't though because Winter smokes in her room, so that was a lie, but sure it was a fire hazard.

HERE WE WERE STUCK INSIDE OUR LECTURE. We were supposed to be watching a clip about the history of demons but our professor had spent the last forty-five minutes trying to get the audio to work since the back row could not read the subtitles. Me and Lisa had our heads on the table, bored out of our minds while Winter was planning the night. "Is there a problem with the back table? Did we not get enough sleep." Professor Whimsical called out. "Yeah, because Winter here wants to summon a bloody spirit," Lisa called out groggily, making me laugh. "Maybe you should pay attention to this. This is very informative." "Nah, professor we want spirits, not demons," Winter answered back making me roll my eyes. She was far too determined to do this. "Demons and spirits are very similar..." Professor Whimsical continued to drone on and on about the notion of demons which we should have been listening to but to us, they were far too supernatural that we did not believe in them. Well, Winter and Lisa didn't believe in them but I would if we summoned the bloody things.       Winter was more of a ghost hunter. She chased the unknown and loved the dark. She would go to haunted houses to find things or go to séances with her grandmother to connect to a deceased family member. All of her family were spirit chasers. They were also incredibly superstitious.       Lisa on the other hand was someone who was curious. Lisa was easily led astray, like me. We would get asked to do something and then all of a sudden we were doing it. "How long have we got to go until this lecture is over?" Lisa asked me. "Um, another hour and a half. It's a three-hour lecture today!" I sighed. "Do you think we'll get a break today?" "No, I doubt it. He's on a tangent." I said shaking my head. Professor Whimsical always went off on a tangent whenever he got excited. He would always talk about his mother-in-law who was living with them. We all knew more about his unhappy life than we probably should of.       During this dull lecture, I decided to research what the salt was and how effective it was going to be using an ouija board. According to Spar.net salt is used to purify the ouija board before use to connect to the right spirit, but we didn't do that. We had only got the board, yesterday so why did we need salt? At this point, I had no idea but went with it.       Deep down I didn't believe in it, despite what Winter's grandmother had said, I didn't believe in it. Winter herself never experienced anything supernatural only in dreams, but they were dreams. Her grandmother believed she could see things, like spirits, images, figures, and objects. Her grandmother believed things moved around her house. Winter's mother and her family believed she was schizophrenic but Winter believed in her grandmother. She truly did. I think today was going to be the closure Winter needed and we would be there to support her when it happened.

AS SOON AS OUR LECTURE FINISHED WE WERE READY! By we I meant Winter and and Lisa. They were determined. They even had set up the Ouija board in my room, while I made dinner. They decorated the bedroom with candles lit ready to summon whatever was out there. The salt was drawn around it in a circle where a star presented itself in the middle. The Ouija board laid nicely on top. "Guys dinner is ready," I called out with my pasta bowl, staring down at the floor. I was feeling nervous or nauseous about this. This seemed wrong to play with the dead. They should be left alone and now we're summoning one. "You're fucking crazy," I said with a mouthful of food. I headed back to the kitchen and made myself a strawberry gin and lemonade, chugging it down. Not enough for me to hallucinate but enough to feel giddy and stable enough to go through with this. "Drink something stronger," Winter suggested but I sighed. It would be her that would hallucinate. "Let's play some Marilyn Manson. Get in the mood." "He scares me enough as it is." I laughed nervously as I looked at Lisa who shrugged her shoulders.       All that was now playing in the kitchen was 'let's get evil, feeling sacrilegious.' It was fitting as what we were about to do was technically evading a sacred space.       Winter wolfed down the food and drank a load of whisky as she could do we could hurry up and summon a spirit, whereas Lisa was getting slower and slower. She was not ready to involve herself in this. "Rules. There are a few rules. The salt is to trap the spirit so we can talk to it, but the most important thing is to say thank you and goodbye. We should always be polite." Winter slurred. This was fan-fucking-tastic. Winter is gonna fall asleep before we can all say goodbye. "We ready girls?" Winter asked. "Yeah let's do it," I said and followed Winter into my room. Sitting next to Winter on her left I watched Lisa sit on the right side of her. Winter took my hand and I took Lisa's hand, waiting to see what was going to happen in the dark room. "We call upon the spirit world and welcome any kind of spirits to walk with us." I don't welcome any spirits. Just good ones. "Spirits we call to you. Please come and talk with us." Winter moved the planchette in a circle three times, repeating the words again. "Put your hand on it. Both of you." Winter whispered. I nervously placed my two fingers on the wooden planchette feeling the cold air run through my veins as we circled the board three times. "Is there anyone there?" Wonder asked and the planchette moved to yes. I raised my eyebrow at Winter and she shook her head, telling me it wasn't her. It wouldn't be Lisa as she was stone-cold petrified. She was frozen on the spot. "Are you a good spirit?" The planchette moved back to yes before we pushed it towards the middle. It can lie. "Are you telling the truth?" Winter asked bravely. It moved to no. As soon as Winter asked for a name the candles blew out and Winter let go of the board with a scream. She was petrified as if she saw something behind me. "Put your hand on the fucking board. We have to say goodbye." Lisa panicked. She was crying and I was feeling sick. "Goodbye." Lisa and Winter said before fleeing to their room leaving me stuck to the board. "Thought we were supposed to be polite," I muttered. "Thank you spirits and goodbye."       I circled once and thanked the spirit, making sure I was polite before bidding them a goodnight. I packed up the board and put it back into the box before going into the bathroom. I pulled the bathroom light switch and nothing came on so I used my phone, clicking on data to see the group chat say something about the power going out in block D so security is coming over to fix it. I cursed Winter for this because this was an eerie coincidence. Using my flashlight I shined the light towards the mirror to see my face when I saw a black foggy figure touching my head and then everything went black.

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[moonsinkfoxgirl]

Of the various designs for the fox emoji, which one would you say is your favorite? 🦊

iOS (2016/2017/2024) -- 7/10 that's a cute foxy, but there is a certain cartooony ness about them that lessens their impact

Android (2016) -- 9.5/10 a wilder foxy, with a serious expression, simple and beautiful

Android (2017) -- 9/10 sudden change entirely, thoroughly simplified, but a core foxyness is retained and you get a good smile that can be both adorably whimsical as well as mischievous

Android (2020-2023) -- 5/10 that's a foxy alright, but she borders on being soulless

Samsung (2016) -- 2/10 easily mistaken for some form of rodent

Samsung (2018) -- 6/10 a lot better but a similar problem, the cute eyes do kind of elevate her though

Samsung (2019) -- 5/10 the plushie look helps a bit but very similar

Samsung (2023, 2024) -- 2/10 you could convincingly claim they're hamsters

Microsoft 3D fluent (2023) -- 0/10 may the gods have mercy on whoever decided to turn the beautiful Vulpes Vulpes into this abomination of artificial plastic

Microsoft (2016) -- 8/10 a striking shape in a beautiful style, but perhaps a bit too lacking in emotion to capitalize on that

Microsoft (2021, 2023) -- 1/10 it's better than the plastic 3D render but still a crime

Whatsapp (all of them) -- 4/10 not as bad as the samsung hamsters but you could still make the case

Twitter (all of them) -- 8/10 a cute and fine foxy, again a bit lacking in the emotional department

facebook (2017) -- 9/10 a delightfully whimsical foxy

facebook (2018, 2023) -- ‽⸘/10 this foxy was taken on a boat, gripped at her tail by some sort of tentacle, dragged to the bottom of the ocean where she saw abyssal truths that would be too much for the mind of any creature, and has now miraculously washed up on shore, wet, bedraggled, knowing

Huawei (2023) -- 8/10 this foxy holds many a wisdom

Joypixels (2016) -- 6/10 one day I may welcome our robot fox overlords but that day is not today

Joypixels (2017) -- 8/10 these foxies are young and curious

Joypixels (2018) -- 7/10 a step backwards from above

Joypixels (2019, 2020) -- 6/10 a villainous foxy full of deceit, not necessarily a badly made depiction under that premise but it is a harmful stereotype!

Joypixels (2020, 2023, 2024) -- 4/10 these foxies are being forced to smile fake smiles at 60 hours per week customer service jobs, please free them, they are calling for help

LG (2021) -- 5/10 a long nose lacking in emotion

Twitter emoji stickers (2022) -- 7/10 that's an expensive fursuit head

SerenityOS (2024) -- 1/10 at least with all the other rodents and hamsters you can kind of imagine them to be foxies if you're told that's what they're meant to be, but this? this is a mouse no matter how you look at it

TossFace (2022, 2023) -- -1/10 a corporate abomination

Sony Playstation (2021) -- 8/10 a cutie!

Noto Emoji font (2023) -- 8/10 a black and white cutie!

Openmoji (2018/2023) -- 2/10 could be convincingly claimed to be a kangooroo

Icons8 (2023) -- 5/10 she's old and angry and doesn't like you

emojidex (2016/2017) -- 3/10 these girls are haggard

Emojipedia sample images (2016/2018) -- 2/10 could be confused for rodents again

the girl you sent me without a source -- 8/10 a serious cutie, but she could be mistaken for a wolf

[mostrovskaa]

Hi! I love your art, your color and shape work is amazing!!

I wanted to ask if you have any Polish media you can recommend to us non-Poles - movies, shows, stuff like that

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! It is a great pleasure for me to share some Polish media to the people! I just have to preface this and tell especially my fellow Poles that: I am by no means an expert on the subject, I like a lot of bad media, I like a lot of children's media and mainstream media that I love to shape by my own creativity ok and I don't know every single niche thing so please don't come for me. Be nice please or I'll die of embarrassment! With that being said, here are just some of my picks of some cool things I like that I would recommend to check out! (Again I don't know about how available these are around the internet and what would be the subtitle situation but still, i love these pieces of media and think they are interesting to even just read or check out visually if anything!)

- The Akademia Pana Kleksa movies (Akademia Pana Kleksa, Podróże Pana Kleksa and Pan Kleks w Kosmosie) (1984-1988)- These children's fantasy and fable inspired beautiful movies based on a book incorporate beautiful puppetry and set designs, visually they are one of my biggest inspirations. Having both dark,whimsical and sci-fi elements they have been in my visual language since I saw them as a kid! Really really recommend looking into them, even though they may be wacky and strange at times! 

And they contain absolutely amazing songs :

Available to watch without subtitles unfortunately here, but worth to check out the visuals of all the movies in the series: https://www.ninateka.pl/vod/dla-dzieci/akademia-pana-kleksa/ 

- Poszukiwany, Poszukiwana (Man- woman wanted) (1972) (one of my favorite movies ever!) - a comedy film about a museum curator who gets accused of stealing a painting and goes into hiding as a maid. You would think with polish humor it would be the typical: haha man dressed as a woman, hilarious! type stuff but no! It’s funny, charming, sweet and smart and surprisingly based. Marysia, just one chance please queen. 

available to watch with subtitles here (alongside many other great Polish movies): https://35mm.online/vod/fabula/poszukiwany-poszukiwana

- Ranczo (tv show, 10 seasons, I believe it’s available on Netflix) - the epitome of Polish society. This is just pure Poland in tv show format. A timeless classic, never gets old, never stops being funny and relevant. Watched it a million times and could watch a million more and not get bored. An American woman with Polish heritage comes back to her family village and chaos ensues. I think the characters are so well defined you don’t need to know so much deep Polish lore to get what is going on so I really recommend it!

Other stuff you can find on Netflix I recommend are: 1670 - comedy show about 17th century Poland, Rojst (all seasons)- crime show set mainly in the 90’s.

And something that’s a Polish phenomenon that I absolutely love is media based around popular copypasta: a short film Fanatyk  based on this timeless classic of a copypasta, and a tv show called Emigracja XD - about polish guys finding work in the UK.

And obviously the shows I make art for are always something I encourage people check out like Czterdziestolatek (amazing old show with a cult following) and Ojciec Mateusz (absolute shitty formulaic 30 season tv show that i love with all my heart).

Thank you again, sorry for the long post! There’s obviously many more cool Polish media to watch but this is just what immediately popped into my head! :-))

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: anyone (romantic, platonic, familial) with: lorne carmichael (41, fictional crime author and definitely not a serial killer, they/them) plot: ym is a fan of lorne's work, lorne isn't used to being recognized

"s-sorry, an autograph?" lorne's features twist, their lips curled downward as their nose wrinkles against the question. they don't typically encounter this, the idea of fame something of a whimsical fantasy outside of their purview. they write books. they make up dark and twisted scenarios. outside of those hokey conventions they occasionally get invited to (and even less occasionally attend), they don't get recognized. "from... from me?"

[jasmine-does-wevertf-she-wants]

As much as I love Word of Honor as an adaption and TV show in its own right I hate hate hate what they did with the ending. can anyone explain why WKX would sacrifice his life to save a very much unwilling to live without him ZZS? Like even under censorship it is established at several different points throughout the series that ZZS' sole reason to decide to get treatment and prolong his life that he himself tried to end is because he met WKX. Like I love the tenderness WoH gave the two. They love each other so so so much and they are not afraid to show it while teasing each other to death. It's so cute. They get each other in a world in which they don't fit in any other way or with anyone else. WKX himself very much stopped envisioning his future beyond getting his revenge. It is heavily implied he kind of figured he'd die somewhere in the end and didn't seem to mind that at all. And then they met each other! After a lifetime being steeped in blood, hatred, politics and blocking every possible emotion they could have they found each other and started to imagine what an actual life beyond their previous life's purpose might be like. They enjoyed themselves! Stopped pretending to be a more civilized version of themselves (I really liked how Faraway Wanderes leaned into what absolute horrendous weirdos those two are but alas censorship)! The two absolute worst people you ever met - a retired assassin who did any political crime you could think of without missing a second of sleep and the head of a underground crime syndicate who is so violent and unhinged he holds the sitting record on that notoriously short-lived position - start imagining studio ghibli whimsical cottage life with each other. "Enjoying some wine and having someone to call by name" screaming crying throwing up it's so cute.

But then but then ZZS is dying and WKX decides the obvious thing to do is to sacrifice his life for him. For ZZS who has the worst survivor's guilt. Who would hate hate hate to be an immortal in a snowy mountain where he could neither drink nor eat only having white-haired WKX's corpse for company. Like I know the show ran out of budget and thank god for the epilogue but what kind of ending did the showrunners think they were giving us here? ZZS would commit suicide as soon as he saw what happened and go find WKX's ass in the underworld to rip him a new one on that idea. I don't even think it's that out of character for WKX to sacrifice himself for ZZS per se. Like man does not place much value on his life. But he would not do that to ZZS. He knows ZZS. He knows what it's like to be disgusted by your own life, by your own person, to be tired and disappointed of the world you live in. What it means to have found a home in another person. What it means to have survived the people you love and have watched yourself become a worse person for it. To doubt whether the people that died for you would think their sacrifice worthy if they could see the person you came out as in the end. And after all the two went through, how they understand each other on a level that frankly not many people are equipped to in the first place, nevermind that they are soulmates. Understanding all that, WKX would not sacrifice his life for ZZS. He knows how utterly meaningless such a life would be for ZZS. He'd a thousand times over stay with ZZS while his meridians broke down only to kill himself the second after ZZS passed. He'd kill himself trying to find a cure so both could live together. He would not leave ZZS to live a life on his own that ZZS does not want to live alone.

Also I just miss the cottage core ending Faraway Wanderers gave them. It's been a while since I read it but I think they are up on YBY's mountain just chilling and doing their thing. They have not cultivated to YBY's style so they can do what they want and will eventually die. Which is fine! Like I think it fits that both end up in seclusion, farming, drinking, eating, fighting and fucking. And WoH absolutely hinted at all of that except the eating and drinking. But I think that's important! It's such a simple essential and basic way to enjoy life. Which neither of them got to do much while they were doing their thing before the plot. And now they get to enjoy life secluded from the world that doesn't have a place for them and share joy in each other and the most simple things in life. And I think that's so beautiful. Like I get the snow mountain in WoH is supposed to convey a similar vibe but it doesn't do it at all for me. Maybe that's me being biased against mountains and the cold but it seems very much joyless and well cold and kind of sad to me. They got there by accident and now they are stuck and have to live in ice hell. While the very point of the mountain in Faraway Wanderers was that they intentionally went there, builing their own world, their own life to share with each other.

I adore WoH but I will forever fight them about their ending.