#can yall tell im like at least a little obsessed with him rn

[schellis]

oh hey look more misc. sketches/doodles of the guy and his lion who won't leave my head (and the tiniest yarnabies)

(I gotta work on more polished wips but he's so fun to draw, human and mechanical)

[xoxo-kses-hgs]

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warnings/CW : blood, talks about murder, domesticity, HARD smut, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, oral (f! Receiving), Art himself, silly stuff, cussing, reader has a poochina, a lot of words, etc etc

A/N : IM BACK and OBSESSED with Art rn yall r gunna get sm of this clown omgggg (he looks so hot in that gif)

It's 8:50pm.

You're laying on your couch, your head on one armrest, your feet resting on the cushion. You're dressed in your pajamas, a soda on the coffee stand and a bag of chips in your arms. You watch your favorite show on the TV. Almost every light is off around you, which would scare anyone. Especially where you live, and knowing what- rather whos- been creeping around the streets recently. Lucky for you, you're dating him. So you'd say you're pretty safe. At least you hope so. The only light on is a small kitchen light, and the light coming from the TV screen.

There was three knocks at your front door, which was a couple feet away from where you're laying down. You recognized those knocks. "It's open!" You shout and shove some chips into your mouth. The door opens, revealing your murderous clown boyfriend, Art. He walks in, a frown on his face for a second before his grin returns. He shuts and locks the door behind him and he drops his bag full of weapons by the couch.

Art walks up to you happily and reaches over to hug you. That's when the familiar (too familiar) smell of blood hits your nose and you stop Art from hugging you. You get a better look at him, now realizing that he's covered in blood. The clown sulks a bit when he's rejected affection. "Babe, you need to shower."

Art rolls his eyes and leans back a little in the process, putting his hands up in a fake surrender. He looks side to side a couple times before he tries to hug you again, huffing dramatically when you again, refuse to touch him. "Go shower and we can cuddle." His mouth forms an "O" shape and his eyes widen. He nods vigorously and turns on his heels and speeds to the bathroom. You laugh and focus back on the TV and your snacks.

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After a while, you're still laying on the couch, sipping your soda and eating from your almost-finished bag of chips. Suddenly, right next to your ear, a loud squeak sound startles you. You jump (or if you're like me, you scream too) and look behind you where the noise was. And there he was; your boyfriend. He leaned back in silent laughter, pointing at you, still holding the horn he loves so much that he used to scare you.

You roll your eyes and laugh with him a little. Instead of his usual clown attire, he has a black T-shirt on, with the word "cunt" across the chest in white and black sweatpants. He still has his usual clowny makeup on, just now it's cleaned of blood. When laughter dies down, Art suddenly lunges at you, hugging you over the couch, tightly. You hug his arm. "Come around so we can cuddle." He instantly shoots up and scrambles to walk around the couch. You didn't have time to fully open your arms before he laid down on you. His arms wrap around you and he nuzzles his face in your chest.

You wrap your arms around Art, just as tightly as his arms wrap around you. His hands slide down your back and to your ass, a huge grins on his face, thought he's not looking at you. You let him feel you up and watch the TV. Until you feel Art squeeze your ass a couple times. He finally looks up, his shit-eating grin not leaving his face. "Art-" you look down at him. He maintains eye contact with you as he gives you a couple more squeezes, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

You press your cheek against his head and laugh a little with him. "I love you," you tell him softly. He squeezes you tighter and kisses your collarbone. "Do you love me too?" He nods vigorously as a response, then sits up a little, outstretching his arms, seeming to say "this much", his smile not leaving his face. You smile up at him and he collapses again into your arms, squeezing you tight.

You continue to watch TV as Art snuggles against you, clinging onto you and locking his eyes onto your face; not once looking at the TV. You play with the tag on the back- inside of his shirt as his arms stay fully wrapped around your waist, forcing your back to arch a bit. You look over at the clock. 9:56 pm.

"Baby," you reach for the remote and turn off the TV and sit up a bit, "lets go to bed." Art wiggles his eyebrows at that and you just scoff as a reply. He gets up and so do you. Art bends his elbow to you, offering to hold your arm, almost like a butler would to the princess. His other hand on his hip and he continues to smile widely. You hook your arm into his and he happily guides you both to your shared bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and reaches in to find the lightswitch, his tongue sticking out in an almost cartoonish manner of concentration. His smile returns when he flicks on the light and he fully opens the door, let's go of your arm, and gestures you in, in a "ladies first" kind of manner. You tiredly laugh and walk into the room. Art shut the door behind him when he enters too.

You tear off your bra and pull down your pants, then climb under the covers. Art climbs into bed with you, immediately snuggling close to you, burying his face in your neck. After a while, he pulls away and points at his cheek. "Kiss?" He nods and you kiss where he pointed. He turns his face to show his other cheek, pointing to it too, and you kiss it. He turns again and points to the cheek you kissed first and you lean in to kiss it again, when he moves his head at the last minute, making you kiss his lips. He silently laughs, pointing at you, silently saying "gotcha!". "Hey!" You laugh.

You flip eachother over, getting on top of him. His mouth forms an "O" shape for a second before his grin returns and he wiggles his eyebrows, his hands tracing your back. "If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked." You kiss his lips and Art immediately presses his hand on the back of your head, tilting his head opposite of yours. You hum as you two kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, which makes Art frown, and he pushes you back into his lips. You smile and laugh a little bit kiss him back.

Arts hand goes down once again, giving your ass a playful squeeze. After a while of kissing, you two pull away and you lay on his side, looking up at him. How you loved this man. This sick, sick man. You both look at eachothers eyes, the only sound being heard is your breathing and an occasional car driving past coming for outside. You can't even hear him breathe. It's not like he's human anyway.

Art blows you a kiss, which you reply back with the back of your hand against your forehead, in a dramatic fashion, throwing your head back. Art holds you closely and buries his face into your neck, grinning. He looks at you, an eyebrow raised, as he slips his hand under your underwear, his hand now on your bare ass. When you look at him, silently questioning him, his eyebrow raises further up. "..finee." you roll your eyes and smile down at him.

Arts eyes light up instantly and he gets on top of you. He kisses your neck, rougher than his other kisses earlier that night. He grabs onto your hips and hoists you up so your head lays against the headboard, his body between your legs. Art dips his head down between your legs and bites your pantyline and tugs it off with his teeth, and painfully slow. He maintains eye contact the whole time and when you lock eyes with him, he wiggles his eyebrows in a playful manner, which you reply back with a breathy laugh.

Art pushes your legs back as far as they can comfortably go. He finally breaks eye contact to stare down at your pussy, licking his lips in an- again- almost cartoonish manner. He stays staring at it for seconds too long, making you look away a little embarrassed, feeling too exposed for too long now. Suddenly he dives in, not even going easy first. Your thighs tremble and you moan in suprise, your hands grabbing onto the bedsheets. Art goes from roughly sucking on your clit, shoving his tongue into you, and making out with your pussy, roughly moving his head side to side as he does. He occasionally looks up to watch your reaction to his movements, then looks back down at your pussy. He pulls away, making you look down at him. He uses one hand to point at the hand holding your legs apart. You caught the gist, replaces his hands on the back of your knees, opening your legs, with yours.

Once his hands are free, he licks his lips again and dives back in. Art uses his thumbs to spread you open, giving him more access. He goes faster and faster and you moan louder and louder. Your thighs tremble and Art continues eating you out. Art pulls away every so often, licking around your pussy, your inner thighs, and your ass; licking up your juices. He locks his lips around your clit and sucks roughly, moving his head side to side.

You moan louder and louder, warning him of your upcoming orgasm. He continues his movements, his hands gripping your hips and pressing his mouth impossibly closer to you. You grip onto your own thighs as your head rolls back, as your orgasm hits you like a train. You moan loudly, calling out his name, your legs threatening to close but your strong grip on them keeps them open. Art slows down just a little bit, but does stop. You squirm a little from the overstimulation as he continues.

After another minute of Art making out with your pussy, he pulls away, sitting up. His eyes stay locked on your pussy, his fingers teasing and tracing it. His hand goes to your thigh as you let go of your legs and they relax. Art grabs your chin, roughly but not enough to hurt, and he looks at you darkly. That stare would've scared anybody. But you've gotten used to it. You can tell what his eyes are telling you, rather than what his mouth can't. He kisses you roughly, and you taste yourself on his lips. How you're not covered in his face paint is beyond you. Maybe it's not face paint. Maybe it's just his face. Who knows?

Art pulls down his pants as he kisses you, your arms wrapped around his neck. He keeps his pants still on, but pulls it down just enough to where his dick is now exposed. He gives you no warning before he enters you, then wasting no time to start moving. You struggle to kiss him back, while you moan louder than you did when he ate you out a couple minutes ago. His hands grip your hips and he fucks into you roughly. You grip onto his arms as your back arches. Art bites down onto your neck, occasionally kissing it too.

Your head starts to go fuzzy as he continues his almost brutal pace, your hands on his back now, nails digging into his back. "Art...art- baby..." you moan out, making him look up at you. His expression looks relaxed but hungry, which was rare but not unusual. "Faster...I want more... give me everything you have..-!" You begged, but before you can finish your sentence, Art does exactly what you asked of him.

His pace is almost unhuman, and brutal. But really, that's all he is: unhuman and brutal. But it hurts so good. Your legs try to close, but with Arts body between them, they stay open. His eyes never leave your face as he continues. His signature grin returns- with no time for you to question the sudden expression change- and he delivers a couple rougher, harder thrusts into you, going deeper and deeper into you with each prolonged thrust.

You look up at him and he silently laughs before diving back in to attack your neck, and his fast, hard thrust come back. Your brain feels fuzzy, to the point where you're now just babbling nonsense into his ear as you moan. Your eyes roll back and your thighs tremble. After a bit of Art raming into you, seemingly, unmercifully and attacking your neck, you again warn him of your upcoming orgasm. His movements don't slow down, or speed up, as you cum for the second time that night. Even when the feeling subsides, he doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow down. He just sits up and looks into your eyes as he overstimulates you, again.

He picks up your legs, pressing your knees on either side of your chest as he continues. Drool collects a little on the corner of your mouth. You grip onto his arms as he (borderline creepily) smiles at you, showing no signs of stopping. You couldn't tell if you wanted to beg for more, or beg for mercy. "Art! Fuuuck!" You borderline scream, your nails digging into his arms as you cum again, this time squirting, making a mess on his shirt- that he was still wearing- ,his pants, and the bedsheets under you.

Art looks down as you make the mess, almost like in a trance. Your legs tremble in his grasp and he finally stops. He pulls out and looks up at you tired, fucked out face. His face looked suprise and points to the mess. "What?" You question, panting. He looks between your mess and your face a couple times, surprised. Art grins and flips you over to your stomach. You lay your head on pillows as Art lifts your hips up. His hands never leaves your hips, knowing your wobbly legs wouldn't be able to hold yourself up.

He enters you once again, making you moan, this time muffled by the pillow. His harsh pace from before starts up again and your eyes roll back and back arches. You moan loudly- again muffled by the pillow- as he continues. After a while, it seemed like Art didn't like how the pillow muffled your moans, so he digs his hand into your hair and pulls your head back. You continue moaning, blabbering his name, along with nonsense.

In the midst of your incoherent blabbering, you begged him for more, which he caught onto. Art throws your head back into the pillow and grip your hips harder. He goes harder, matching his speed, so much that it hurts. You moan loudly and your legs threaten to give out but Art keeps you on your knees. You turn to your head to look back at him, and he's grinning, like usual, looking at your reaction.

Art let's go of one of your hips, his hand roughly smacking your ass as he continues. When he heard your loud moan of a response, he deliveres another rough hit to the same spot. And another. And another. And a final one. He massages the spot he abused, not slowing down his thrusts for a second. You mutter to him that you're close and he continues his pace against you. You moan loudly as you cum, again.

And like everytime, he doesn't stop when you came. You reach back and grab onto his hand. He keeps going with his pace you again, make a mess on him and the bed. Your moans now sounding more broken and tired, but still loud. Even after you squirt for the second time tonight, Art didn't stop. He keeps his harsh pace until you feel him finish inside you and pulls out. Your body relaxes, but tenses up again when Art shoves two of his fingers into you, moving them in a rough pace.

You let out broken, sob-like moans as he continues, your thighs shaking. He keeps his pace steady and harsh until he sees you starting to squirt again. He quickly pulls out, and dives his face into your pussy as you cum, drinking your fluids. He grips onto your thighs as he cleans you up and sits up, finally. He flips you over so you're on your back, and stares at you face; red, lips puffy, eyes wet, and the corners of your mouth wet too (whether that be from drool and from he made out with you after he ate you out).

Art points at his now wet shirt, pants and the bedsheets, then pointing an accusing finger at you, moving his hands to rest on his hips as he nods, like a disappointed parent. "Your fault," you tiredly spit back. Art throws his hands up in a fake surrender and leans back a little and rolls his eyes. "Go change you're wet-" He grins at that. "That's what she said," You speak for him. Arts grin stays on his face as he gets up from the bed and changes clothes. Once he's changed and you slip your underwear back on, he crawls back into bed with you, covering the two of you in your blanket. He hugs you tightly, his grip more innocent now, his head on your chest. He traces a heart on your back, his own way of saying "I love you".

"I love you too," you whisper to him and he holds you tighter. "...so much." You mutter before falling asleep in his arms. Legs hurt, stomach aches, brains static, but hey, you're laying in bed with a torturous, brutal killer clown and you're alive. And loved by him. And every "pain" he does give you is always in bed. And you love it. ♡

I'm sorry if there's spelling mistakes I wrote this at 11pm, fell asleep, and finished it when I woke up 😭😭

[maythearo]

JAMIL NEWS!!!

Jamil Viper was found at the streets of Pernambuco, enjoying the Carnaval and dancing frevo! In a exclusive interview, he said his favorite food is acarajé and coxinha

Jokes aside, I really like the idea of Scarabia duo, Octatrio and Savannaclaw enjoying Brazil! And I really like that Malleus would use something similar to that Hawaiian shirt he bought in the Yasmina silk event (I really don't know what that shirts name, I just know its the same as the Genie in the end of Aladdin). And I also love thinking about Jamil using traditional São João outfit (mano, ele com uma camisa xadrez vermelha e preta... Oh homem lindo).

I want to claim Jamil as Brazilian, but I can't-

Do you have any HCs like that?

And omg you opened comissions!!!! I'm so happy, even if I don't have money for it, IM STILL VERY HAPPY FOR U FOR A REASON I CAN'T EXPLAIN, I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY!

Beijitos!

- The BR Jamil Simp Anon

First of all, you're so sweet, thank you 😫 and second ANON LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU'RE MAKING MY BRAIN GO NUTS CAUSE I WANNA DRAW ALL OF THAT, AS A GOOD BRAZILIAN ARTIST WOULD! Also hello Jamil bbygirl what are you doing here in Brazil haha twirls hair twirls hair

Omg I'm thinking on the spot rn of some good br headcanons, and I completely agree with you, out of all the dorms, Scarabia, Octavinelle and Savanaclaw would definitely vibe the most in Brazil. Hold on lemme breath in before I shove all my hcs into this post hold on. Eng speaking mutuals and followers I will hold yall hostage to listen to my insane rambles ok here we go

First and foremost, I just know Ruggie is brazilian 100%, and I think we can all agree to that, he's our boy 🙌 he would absolutely drag Leona and Jack around, getting them to try a little bit of everything whenever they get the chance. The hyena boy would pile a bunch of stuff on Jack's arms saying "You HAVE to try this snack- wait have some caldo de cana too... OH you can't forget this piece of candy-" and last thing you know Jack is just buried under pounds of little treats and trinkets.

I personally visited very little States here, but at least around São Paulo and Rio, one of my favorite things to do is to browse those classic, super pretty handmade jewelry they sell on the beach, decorated with crystals and stones, and I just want to get them all even though I might not even use half of the stuff I buy. But anyways, Leona doing that. Leona getting tererê de cabelo to go with the braids. He's gonna spend so much money with clothes and accessories and he's gonna look stunning doing it.

Btw btw I'm obsessed with a store called Atame (@/voudeatame on ig) they have the most brazilian jewelry and clothes ever and the designs are gorge, I should draw Leona wearing something inspired by that someday 😭

Bro if there's anything we all learn in major tourist spots is that you gotta be smart with prices and everything, keep an eye out to not get scammed, unfortunately... But you know what, Octavinelle is just chill with that. You think anyone can scam AZUL? That's impossible. Anyone tries anything with the octatrio, the person is just gonna get scammed back. Jokes aside, I picture Floyd wearing the good ol havaianas, shorts, and maybe #those glasses wherever he goes, Jade might even go along with it every now and then, why not.

This randomly reminds me of Ace cause his casual outfits definitely exclusively consist of that + a random football team shirt. I couldn't care less about football but listen. Corinthians. Simply cause he's annoying and that would be very in character of him (É MEMES, NAO ME MATEM CORINTHIANOS)

Have you ever noticed how Trey looks like the twst version of Zé Carioca. Let that sink in.

Thinking about Malleus, don't you think he would love to visit historical towns and monuments? There's so much history in our architecture, he'd find most fascinating I'm sure.

I just know Jamil and Kalim would absolutely own the dance floor in carnaval, like. No dobts about that. Kalim specially, would love to participate in any bloquinhos de carnaval if he could. Sounds exhausting for me to even be amongst a single one, but okay Kalim, get it I guess 💃 Scarabia and Brazil we share vibes!!!!!

You mentioned the São João fit, and I also thought of Epel, that boy invented Festa Junina, fr. He throws biribinha/estalinhos everywhere to piss off Vil. Also Jamil oh homem perfeito c é doido, n é possível uma coisa dessas.

São João stalls under the management of Octavinelle and it's hell on earth

Sam would open a famous lojinha de 1,99 for sure, I will not elaborate. Oh also whenever I stumble upon frog shaped reco-reco I think of him, I think he would sell them idk idk

Ruggie will show Kalim those brown colored glass plate sets every grandma got in their houses, and tell him they are indestructible.

"Jamil, Jamil! Check this out! Ruggie says these plates NEVER break! Oh we need to have them in Scarabia, pleeaseee!"

"What do you mean they never break? No, Kalim don't-"

Kalim throws it to the floor, it immediately shatters in a million pieces. "I think it hit a weird angle, that must be it."

Idia = alanzoka

Me @ Jamil:

[bitchfitch]

ive been considering seriously working towards publishing an actual book (e book/pdf/pay what you want thing) thats fully edited and produced with illustrations and everything. just a real clean parcel that isnt a typo ridden character exploration thing ah mcbob. but i have so many projects rn that im having trouble picking one to just narrow in and work on, so like, from these summaries which do yall think youd want to pay 69 cents* to for 50k+ words with at least one or two illustrations per chapter?

note that they will all be gothic romances and these are just the stories that i felt would be the fastest to tell so i would have a comparatively quick and easy first jab at self publishing while still having enough meat to meet the word count and thus being able to justify charging for them to myself.

Banes And Boons,

Conall E. Grim has lost nearly his entire family to werewolves in a single night, with only his bitten and turned little sister remaining he seeks out a powerful spirit with the hopes that it could heal her. Only to be told that while it could save her, she would have to remain at the spirit's side to keep her wolf at bay, unless Conall took her curse, and thus her place beside the cruel and viciouss spirit, upon himself.

Conall doesn't hesitate to take the spirit's offer, even as he feels he is falling into something much larger than just a brother's desperate attempt to save the only family he has left.

Werewolves and unicorns and witches with glass teeth. A life to be lived beneath the hill with a monster who's turning out to not be all that bad.

Cracking stone and blooming flowers

A somewhat modern retelling of the story of Pygmalion and Galatea.

Henry Wright has been abandoned by everyone who was supposed to love him. His muses coming and going as they proved themselves imperfect and disgusting, his beloved daughter having been whisked away by his jealous brother, his studio emptied of beauty as each piece smashed against the floor or burned in its frame.

He had nothing, a life as empty as the torn canvases and as blank as the marble infront of him.

If no muse would stay at his side, if no muse would love him as much as he loved them, he would just do what he does best and take matters into his own hands. Henry would make himself a muse who was truly perfect, truly free of the cruelty and humanity that plagued those that came before it.

A perfectionist artist and his slowly cracking muse.

The King's Advisors

High General Reidar and Consort Makota can not stand eachother. Which wasn't a problem when the king they both loved more than life itself kept them as distant from eachother as possible, but now that Reidar has come to live at the castle full time following a career ending injury, the two men are being forced to put up with eachother far more than either is happy with.

But after uncovering a plot that aimed to destroy their beloved king neither man can sit idly by. They both leap to action only to quickly learn that if they want to save King Baldric, they're going to have to make the ultimate sacrifice.

They'll have to work together.

all three stories will contain some hashtag dark themes [under the cut for those who want them] and all will probably be some degree of e rated but the smut wont be the front and center theme in any of them.

*69 cents will be the minimum bc i just think it would be very funny, other incriments will be in 4.20$ bc again, thats funny

warnings:

banes and boons: death, injuries, gore, Child death, comas, canibalism, unhealthy relationships, and arlo just being the worst

cracking stone and blooming flowers: obsession, domestic abuse, body horror, gaslighting, violence and gore, major character death, and unhealthy relationships.

the kings advisors: non consensual sex/rape, obsessive behaviors, violence, severe injury, domestic abuse, and you guessed it, unhealthy relationships.

[hp-again]

Rereading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Chapter Nineteen - Elf Tails

when we left off, ron was poisoned and almost died. lol happy birthday bro!!!!!!!!!

Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny’s obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood beside them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him.

if that aint love yall. seriously tho any romione haters can FIGHT ME

“Er-my-nee,” croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them.

i vividly remember reading this for the first time and SCREAMING FOR JOY. still kinda of squealing now tbh

- omg HAGRID feels like i havent seen you in ages bb :’( missed u

“Half our family does seem to owe you their lives, now I stop and think about it,” Mr. Weasley said in a constricted voice.

OMG STAHP im feeling way too many emotions im literally like 2 pages into the chapter jfc

“’S’no wonder Dumbledore’s angry with Sn-” Hagrid stopped in his tracks, a familiar, guilty expression was visible of his face above his tangled black beard.

familiar. GOD I LOVE HAGRID

- FUCKING MCLAGGEN hes like ‘since ron almost DIED let me play in the next quidditch game’ and its like BRO HE ALMOST DIED can you at least wait until, idk THE NEXT DAY to ask??????? smh disrespectful 

Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.

is this gay or what

“Is Hermione Granger still visiting him?” Lavender demanded suddenly. “Yeah, i think so. Well, they’re friends, aren’t they?” said Harry uncomfortably. “Friends, don’t make me laugh,” said Lavender scornfully. “She didn’t talk to him for weeks after he started going out with me! But I suppose she wants to make up with him now that he’s all interesting...”

BITCH BETTER STEP AWF dont be hating on romione, i said IM READY TO FIGHT

“Where’re you going?” Harry demanded. “Yeah, I’m really going to tell you, because it’s your business, Potter,” sneered Malfoy. “You’d better hurry up, they’ll be waiting for ‘the Chosen Captain’ - ‘the Boy Who Scored’ - whatever they call you these days.”

1. lol did harry seriously think asking malfoy would work  2. dracos actually getting pretty good at insulting people like these were legit funny i lol’d

- also the blushing, sulky girls draco is with rn are actually crabbe and goyle right? if so that shits hilarious 

- FUCK YES to luna commentating the game

- no big deal harry just CRACKED HIS SKULL and is in the hospital wing now. fucking wizard world is wild yall

- KREACHER AND DOBBY AND PEEVES ARE HERE am i in heaven? 

Dobby sank his knobbly little fist into Kreacher’s mouth and knocked out half of his teeth.

holy fuck. who knew dobby was such a savage?

“Just stick to Malfoy like a couple of wart plasters.”

was this analogy really necessary harry? you couldnt think of ANYTHING else? nasty boi.

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[majorkirastan]

i was tagged by @little-vulcan​ lmao

1. What is your dream starship crew? You can only take existing characters and put them in the roles they fill on their own starship.

i’d say...all ladies.  just all the trek ladies running the ship.  no men in space.  janeway as captain, kira as first officer, tasha as chief of ops, uhura has the conn, beverly is the cmo, jadzia is the science officer, etc. etc. etc.  the ship is called the uss lesbian smh

2. What species do you wish we could have seen more of or learnt more about?

uhh a lot of them tbh.  i’ll have to go with the trill on this one because they seem so damn interesting and i wish we could have seen more, jadzia is really the only important trill character and her species is very infrequently touched on.

3. What’s one episode that you would remove from canon if you could?

fhjgfhgjgh can i say all of them?  star trek culture is hating star trek smh.  (probably sacrifice of angels or something, just because it made me cry a lot and im upset about that, or else like one of the weird early episodes of tng)

4. Which captain would you be most excited to serve under?

dont make me choose between captains like this!  i love them all!  but in reality probably either sisko or janeway.  sisko’s a big sweetheart who genuinely adores his crew, janeway...is janeway, holy shit

5. If you could go back in time and stop one and only one event from happening in canon, what would it be?

smh all these questions with impossible choices... i’d have to say Jadzia Dying because i love her so much and also her death really weakened ds9 season 7, as much as i love ezri i can’t get past that

6. Rate your fan devotion on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being only watching the series, 10 being attending cons, buying merchandise and being invested in the extended universe, and a brief explanation.

i’d give it an eight.  i’m not *hardcore* obsessed but i’m quite invested in the franchise.  i have a poster of data hung in my room (as well as a signed picture of max grodenchik as rom) and several trek guides/novels, i own a ds9 shirt and a star trek onesie, etc.  plus, i genuinely spend a good portion of my life playing timelines/blogging about trek and i run 2 separate ds9 blogs so like.....there’s that.  i genuinely love the shows.  i’d go to cons but i’m broke.  i’m not 100% there but i’m fairly into it.

7. Rank the shows including Discovery from your favourite to least favourite.

ooh harsh.  ok so: 1. ds9.  i’m currently watching it and i love it so much it’s my favorite by far rn 2. tng.  it was my first trek and that kinda sticks with u. 3. tos.  i love it bc it’s so cheesy and great lmao 4. voy.  i love voyager too but i never actually finished it oops! 5. ent.  no judgement on enterprise, i havent watched it yet.  i’m sure i’ll love it when i do but i’m in the middle of rewatching ds9 and then i have to finish voyager and then i have t 6. dsc.  again, i havent actually gotten around to watching it but from what i’ve seen it’s very hectic and a lot of death which isn’t really my thing.

8. Which two characters from different series or timelines do you think would make the best friends?

i think kira and tasha would get along, also julian and geordi.  but secretly in my heart of hearts i want to say lal and ziyal.  love you gals.  im sorry the writers did yall like that

9. Do you have any Star Trek OCs? Tell us about them?

i do not i just have adaptations of the regular characters that i pretend are the actual characterizations when i dislike the writing jjhgkhjkgk

10. What character does everyone else seem to hate that you adore? Also, who is one fan favourite character who you personally can’t stand?

hmm idk i tend to agree with the fandom on most stuff.  although, i dont get people who like dukat and i ESPECIALLY just do. not. get. ppl who STAN him.  listen the man is so bad he’s such an asshole and i live vicariously thru kira every time she either insults, degrades, or assaults him

11. What is your favourite Star Trek quote?

hmm probably from the opening lines of the tos pilot thru the most recent line of the most recent disco episode lmao (in all seriousness it’s probably the ‘saint in paradise’ line)