#but not gone forever

[tsukimine-moonlight]

i’ve started reading generations of card captors by tamchronin and there’s a short scene early on where clow has to throw out a card because he didn’t illustrate it properly. a line was off, so it couldn’t be turned into a magic card. and that made me start thinking about - what if the cards got to be involved in the process of creating their appearance? rather than taking forms that were drawn for them, or those forms being what they were like as spirits before they made contracts with clow to become cards, or those forms being things subconsciously formed by clow’s mind only. i like the idea that the spirits-that-became-cards had a little window of time to hover over clow’s shoulder and give him ideas and feedback and participate in the detailing of their form as a card. the analogy is silly, but what comes to mind is temporary license plates - it is a license! it is legal and valid! but it’s just paper, and there’s no design on it, and you know the real thing is going to come in the mail soon. so there’s a similar thought that when clow created a card maybe there would be a halfway point first, a sort of temporary and partial corporealization-binding that allowed the spirit to hang around a bit and test the waters to see if they wanted to stay, and if they did they’d draft the resulting card and form together.

yes this post is half because i cannot believe clow’s subconscious would give the Song the headgear that she has, but i can imagine the Song deciding that she’d like something like that.

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[bastardiando]

posting across the targetverse here bc it did numbers on twitter

[seance]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES + the onion headlines

[kelenia]

Legacy

[bludweave]

preoccupied

[milkywayes]

interspecies awkwardness for breakfast a.k.a. 'I can't believe I made a comic'

[wolfythewitch]

I only give the best lore takes

[christronomy]

channie was soooo surprised when he heard you talking dirty for the first time. he's usually the talkative one in bed, always the one who showers you with compliments, telling you how good you feel while he pounds into you. he can really get so into it, and he goes into detail, describing how tight you feel, sometimes he'll tell you how it looks when he fucks you by the mirror in your shared bathroom. "you're clamping down on me so fucking tight, baby... take it so well."

but he's so impressed when you start picking up on it, because he's never heard you say anything so filthy. if anything, you always got extremely flustered when he talked like that, and you had to cover your face with your hands cause of how red you got. you really caught him off gaurd one day in particular—he had you bent over the edge of the mattress, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark. he'd stuffed your underwear in your mouth to muffle your moans cause the boys were over, but you couldn't help the way your hands instinctively shot up to pull it away when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently tugging on it and pulling your head back enough to watch your fucked out expression. "fuck... you're so deep inside me, channie... so big..."

it caught him so off guard that he couldn't help but cum, a soft chuckle and a "fuck, baby..." leaving his lips as his palm covers your mouth to make you shut up, cause you definitely said that a little too loud, but it's not like he wasn't extra loud when he came anyways.

[egophiliac]

now that I can think semi-coherently again...whooooo's ready for Friday WEEHOO

[uruwashi-no-nightingale]

update was literally devastating

[goblinhound]

A freak I rather enjoy

[sillyfairygarden]

the spark

[lotus-pear]

"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)

[pangur-and-grim]

it’s hard for me to feed myself right now (just in terms of physical ability), so my mom drove me and the animals to her place. she carried the cats in first, because I had to butt-scoot up the front stairs, and once inside, Pangur got scared and ran. she’s tucked herself away somewhere, and nobody can find her. I probably could, and I could lure her out and make her feel safe again, except that I’m largely immobile. I keep falling on the crutches and fucking my leg up further, and the likeliest hiding spots are up or down a fleet of stairs. it’s been 4 hours, and it’s killing me not to look for her. I’m so tempted to crawl down the basement stairs, broken leg be damned.

[your-name-is-jim]

I think about this a lot.