#crowley's point up as well

[littleredphantom]

I just want to point out the lapels of the metatron's coat go down. Thank you, bye.

[artsysurvivor]

It's soo telling that Halt (a prince-become-ranger who will die if he's alone for 2 minutes) saw Will having a hard time with the death of Alyss and Maddie being a little snotty/bratty and immediately thought "you know what would work?

Ranger training"

[idliketobeatree]

*wakes up in cold sweat from a hundred years long nap* Aziraphale's 1941 love realisation was a LITERAL BOMB FALLING ON HIS HEAD FROM THE SKY that he was forced to MIRACULOUSLY SHIELD THEM FROM and they both have performed so well, he and Crowley were not only NOT discorporated, but ALSO his most precious belongings, the symbols of the human part of his identity, were not harmed in the process. and it was all within mere minutes of their reunion after a major fallout. do you. do you see what I'm

[cramenjoyer]

spn s3 au where crowley's the one sent to manipulate sam instead of ruby-- starting with him making the deal with dean to resurrect sam. everything happens almost exactly the same as with ruby except dean calls him a different slur and his vessel change is just to a different looking older guy. dean's taken aback at sam screwing some random dude in s4e1 but they have bigger things to worry about than sam being gay. only major difference is that crowley didn't know killing lilith would do all that, he genuinely was just a craven little bastard who wanted sam to kill his boss. can you even imagine the tension between sam, his slightly oblivious brother, and his two demonic exes all in one house

[queer-reader-07]

i will call crowley “my boi” until the day i die but do not mistake that as me thinking crowley is a man.

crowley is my boi in part BECAUSE of his gender fuckery and enby-ness. i related so hard to crowley from the start (like, since reading the book kind of start). and knowing that neil thinks of crowley as gender fluid means so much to me.

and like. he messes with gender in the book and s1. like we all saw her as the nanny right? she was serving gender-fluid realness.

idk. just something about the combination of the way crowley shows love and the way they always do what’s right and the way they’re an optimist deep down and on top of it all, they’re non-binary.

it makes my non-binary heart so happy.

[scoobydoodean]

i mean in a show where someone gets killed nearly every episode, most of those people dying by the main characters’ hands, who “deserves” death and who doesn’t and who gets to decide that is always blurry. and is never addressed directly in the show, as that would question the authority of the main characters, which makes these discussions always a bit of a slope. i do agree that those people amy killed probably weren’t. the best picked to die. like she would probably be powerful enough to take on more “deserving” targets. but then again who gets to decide that etc. just to clarify, i’m not trying to disagree with you, i just always like to bring thoughts to the table and see what everyone else thinks. the girl next door certainly is an episode !

About Amy picking more "deserving" targets:

I don't think Amy actually cared all that much how "bad" the targets were tbh. I don't think she spent time evaluating and researching each victim through a Dexter-esque kill code before murdering them. She had no time for that—her son was actively dying, and if she wanted to save him, she had to kill quickly. She was still stalking and killing while Sam was actively hunting her because the situation was that urgent and dire. No—what Amy did is pick conveniently and opportunistically. She picked people who happened to be out at night, alone, whose deaths the police would have little interest in prioritizing. Her goal was never to act out vigilante justice—taking an extremely short amount of time to notice that someone was a petty criminal just helped assuage some of her guilt about it.

For the rest of it, let me give you three situations:

My child is being stalked by a serial killer. The killer comes to my house with the intention of killing my child. I kill that serial killer.

There is no enforcement of law where I live. Murderers run amok, able to stalk, murder, and even eat their victims and no one does anything about it. I decide to act as a vigilante to defend the victims of these killers from stalking, killing, and eating them by killing the people who I know are stalking, killing, and eating them.

I have a child who is dying and requires a heart transplant in order to survive, and I know that my child will not survive long enough to receive an organ donation on a very long waitlist. However, there are plenty of people around me who have working hearts, so I hunt down one of them and kill them and arrange to have their heart transplanted into my child.

These three scenarios become increasingly morally grey from one to the next (in fact, I have absolutely zero issue at all whatsoever with the first, and in its specific context, not much issue with the second), but the third is very very different from the first and second, is it not? And to me, a very obvious example of something that is evil.

Whether the target I pick in the third scenario is a person who’s never even jaywalked before or whether it's Tim who lives down the street who I knows deals drugs, or hell—even if it's a dude on death row—doesn't change the fact that the only one trying to and succeeding at trying to kill anyone at the end of the day is just me; that nobody threatened or wronged my child; that nobody was trying to steal their life. In this third scenario, there is no evil figure I am fighting directly against. I steal people's lives and essence in order to keep my child alive out of nothing more than selfishness.

While I agree it's easy to get into the weeds of vigilante justice, we shouldn't, because that isn't even what Amy was doing. She is not #2—she's #3. What she did versus what Sam and Dean do as a job (#2) are ultimately very different things in terms of the motives and circumstances involved, the victims, and the aggressors.

In the end, the whole discussion started with me bringing up a specific line, where Sam says that he and Dean would both murder strangers in order to feed their insides to a loved one just to keep that loved one alive, which is very very different from what they do on a regular basis in terms of circumstances and motives, regardless of if we're talking people who "deserve" to die or people who don't.

[unfunnystandup]

do we think good omens is gonna queerbait? i’m curious about the general consensus.

[decepti-geek]

i keep seeing tendrils of wider fandom discourse crossing my dash about who's a better fit for Lizzie or Darcy in Pride and Prejudice but HONESTLY

i'm currently very wrapped up in and entertained by the idea of a Northanger Abbey au - ie, Aziraphale as Catherine Morland and convinced he's living through a gothic novel surrounded by rakes and villains at every turn, meanwhile Tilney!Crowley is just hanging about like 'i would not be a real gothic hero if you PAID me but sure i can pretend if you're into that in the interests of taking the piss'

[beastsovrevelation]

Satan and Michael are siblings, alright?..

Neither sure pulls any punches.

[axvwriter]

CatMask brings Jaxon some gifts

Here's my attempt writing not only a canon character, but someone else's oc. I am not confident in this at all as I'm still new to writing fanfiction for canon stuff. Riddle is from Twisted Wonderland.

CatMask has taken a liking to @ryker-writes's Jaxon.

word count: 1,797

            Jaxon had seated himself near the Ramshackle Dorm’s fence. The old, dilapidated building rarely had visitors around, which made it a nice space for Jaxon to get away from everyone. The lunch he had grabbed before heading here was nearly gone. He brought the remains of the meal to his lips to take a bit but tensed as something brushed against his waist. Glancing over, he saw a black housecat staring into his eyes. Blinking and quickly adjusting his sight back to his meal, he frowned a little. Professor Trein has a cat familiar named Lucius, but he had some patches of white fur. He had seen some sort of cat hanging around some freshman, but that one had some weird fire ear whiskers.

            Plucking a small, cat-friendly piece from his food, Jaxon held it out to the cat still staring into his skull. The cat dropped its gaze to his palm. Leaning its head down, it quickly ate up the piece. Jaxon left his hand outstretched, allowing it the chance to sniff it. The cat stared at his hand, making no motion to sniff it.

            “Oddball.” Jaxon quietly muttered under his breath before slowly moving his hand towards its head. The cat lifted its head up, bumping it into his hand as it resumed its previous staring at his face. He gave it a few cautious pats, but with it showing no sign of hostility or discomfort, relaxed into truly petting it. The cat’s body rumbled in response.

            “Quiet one, huh?” Jaxon smiled a little at the silent purring. He shifted his body to get a bit more comfortable, unintentionally bringing his meal closer to the housecat. The cat shifted its gaze and chomped down on the rest of his food before he could properly react. Jaxon huffed, finding it rather cheeky for doing that. Slowly he wrapped an arm around the cat’s body, testing how far he could go. Upon its lack of response, he pulled the cat into his lap, hugging it somewhat as revenge.

~

            It was late, so late that even most night owls of the school were asleep. Yet Jaxon was out of his dorm, walking about the campus. He had used some of his unique magic on himself to fight back the sleep and nightmares that always came for him. Though was it really worth it when it almost feels like a nightmare could be starting right now? What if he had fallen asleep despite his attempts not to? Why did it feel like something’s following him? That something’s in the shadows, watching him, keeping pace behind, then jumping in front at times.

            Jaxon stopped, forcing in a deep breath. It was just his magic, just lingering longer than it should. He held it as he told himself it was likely a school ghost. Letting out the breath, he wondered how long a ghost would find this funny. How long until the ghost either jumped out at him or gave up and left? If it would show itself, then Jaxon could quickly make it regret messing with him. Crossing his arms, Jaxon decided to wait. It didn’t take long for him to catch glimpses of something white and something brown.

            Furrowing his brow, Jaxon tried to keep his breathing steady as he realized what was approaching did not look like a ghost. A white cat-face-shaped… mask? A white carved stone? A glossy brown guitar that seemed to be levitating in front of the mask? As it got closer, he noticed four white stones? Four white round objects that seemed to take on a walking pattern. It wasn’t until it was a few feet away that he realized it had some sort of body made of shadow. No wonder he had such a hard time seeing it fully before.

            As the creature reached him, it shifted smoothly onto its hind legs. It stopped, slouched, as its odd face reached the same height as his own. Jaxon stared at the being, taken aback. This didn’t look like a direbeast nor like a ghost. What in the twisted wonderland could it be? Was the creature becoming impatient with him? Perhaps as it was now, lightly pushing the guitar into him. Without thinking too much about it, Jaxon reached up and took the guitar. Once the guitar was in his hands, the creature slunk back down to all fours. Did it’s face change? Weren’t those teeth grooves slanted before?

            Something moved behind the being, catching Jaxon’s attention away from its weird face. Blinking, he realized it was the creature’s tail. Its tail moving lazily side to side. More movement caused him to snap his gaze back to its face. Which was sinking into its body? The face? The mask? The mask seemed to sink into the creature’s head, dimming it to match the same off-white of the stones in its… feet? Jaxon tensed as it reached one of its legs up, reaching for him- wait no, it was reaching for the guitar. It plucked a cord.

            “Do you… want me to play?” Jaxon breathed out. If this was some sort of nightmare, it was on the oddly calm side. Sure, he had never seen something like this before and it had stressed him by silently stalking after him in the dark… but it didn’t seem aggressive at all. Shifting his weight to subtly shake out some nerves, Jaxon plucked each one of the cords. The guitar sounded to be perfectly tuned. Keeping his eyes on the creature in front of him, he started to strum out a song.

            After a couple of songs, Jaxon suddenly realized the empty space in front of him. He stopped, looking off to the sides to try to figure out where it went. Did he really get caught up in playing to lose sight of the creature? Or did it somehow teleport? Then he felt light pressure on his shoe, prompting him to look down. At his feet was the black cat from lunch earlier today. It had one paw on his shoe, staring up at his face. Its gaze felt way too similar to the shadow being’s unblinking gaze for this to be a coincidence.

            He knelt down and the cat reached up, using its paw to pluck a cord. Was this something that familiars could naturally do? He didn’t recall ever hearing about familiars being able to transform. Jaxon sat down, getting comfortable. The cat climbed onto his lap, nosing at the guitar strings.

            “Demanding little crap.” Jaxon half-heartedly grumbled. He strummed away, creating melodies for the cat which curled up on his lap, refusing to blink or even move its gaze away from his face.

            It wasn’t until near dawn that he saw the cat shift back into the large shadow being from before. The sight was rather odd. It was as if its fur grew and extended into a big fuzzy blob until it smoothed out into shadow. The transformation was rather fast, making it difficult to take in even that. Instead of an increased feeling of weight on his lap, it lightened instead. Its shadowed mask pushed out of its head and the grooves of its teeth slanted. He felt a pressure tug at the guitar. Letting go of it, he watched as the odd creature walked away with the guitar levitating in front of its carved mouth. Watching it slink away, Jaxon could roughly guess it to be a foot longer than his own height.

~

            Jaxon sat at a table in the library, rubbing at his forehead. It had been a few days since he saw that odd familiar. Familiars are supposed to help their mages, right? He wondered if he could somehow get that familiar to help him understand what he was reading. Though would it even help him? Familiars are loyal to only one mage at a time, right? He briefly wondered if he could ask Lucius for help, but the idea of the cat telling the professor how stupid he is…

            Jaxon grumbled, shifting up in his seat as he heard a slight commotion. Must be some freshmen getting a bit rowdy in the library. He took a moment to stretch out his limbs, waiting for someone to quiet them down.

            “Enough. Quiet in the library.” A somewhat familiar voice caught his attention. Jaxon looked over as the most bizarre sight arrived before him. The shadow creature, which he could have sworn was taller than that, was walking on its hind legs as Riddle seemed to levitate in front of its mask. The beet red of the boy’s face portrayed that Riddle had not agreed to be carried about like this. Yet he wasn’t casting off fire spells. Had he simply given in to the odd being’s whims?

            With a quiet thud, it released its hold on the back of Riddle’s blazer collar, dropping him by Jaxon’s table. Reaching its head past Riddle, the creature pulled a chair out. Riddle glared at the shadow that barely reached over his head.

            “What is the meaning of this?” Riddle asked, just to find himself being pushed into the chair by one of the creature’s feet. Riddle huffed and adjusted himself. The shadow leapt up, transforming into a cat as it gracefully landed onto the table. Riddle briefly focused his attention on Jaxon.

            “Is this your doing?” Riddle shifted his gaze away as the cat nosed the open book on the table over towards him.

            “No… I don’t know what it’s doing.” Jaxon answered, watching the cat. Riddle reached out to take the book, pulling it closer and briefly glancing over the page.

            “This is one of the third years’ study subjects.” Riddle stated and glanced curiously at the cat, the red finally fading from his face. The cat nodded then looked over at Jaxon. Riddle followed its gaze, giving Jaxon a questioning look. Jaxon stared in surprise and offered a small shrug. The black cat suddenly reached over and batted Jaxon’s face. Riddle let out a small laugh.

            “If only it would talk.” Riddle tapped the cat, gaining its attention. “Come on, I’m quite good at animal linguistics. Tell me what you want from us.”

            “…”

            “I’m not sure it can talk.” Jaxon muttered. Riddle let out a huff.

            “Trey thinks so too. I don’t need to look over this subject… Do you want Jaxon to show me something in this book?” Riddle asked. The cat stared into Riddle’s eyes for a moment before reaching a paw out to Jaxon’s head. It seemed to pat Jaxon’s head.

            “Right, I forgot that Trey’s mentioned its not very good with yes or no questions.” Riddle sighed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to figure out what it wants as I doubt it’ll let me leave.”

~~~

CatMask brought Riddle to Jaxon to try to get Riddle to tutor Jaxon. Those two are stuck there until they finally figure it out or until Trey comes to get Riddle and CatMask.

[consultingfujoshi]

ohhhhhh I truly cannot get over the EVIL GENIUS of having crowley make a point of immediately taking his sunglasses off every time he's in the bookshop or alone with aziraphale this season, showing just how comfortable he's become showing his emotions and his vulnerability to aziraphale since season 1, opening himself up completely at every opportunity, showing us a side of him that's remained almost entirely hidden for millennia, only for him to silently and purposefully put his sunglasses back on immediately once aziraphale rejects his love confession. like, bravo gaiman, I saw what you did there and I'm never going to fucking recover from it. well done

[massivetool]

god the funniest shit just happened in a fic but i cant share that with my friends because it reveals the contents of what i was reading

[foolishxprincipalitee]

SCOTLAND FOREVERRR 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🪺

This is a Good Omens 2 Easter egg I've yet to see anyone else point out.

When Aziraphale is in Edinburgh investigating the record mystery, he borrows a cell phone from a Scottish man to call Crowley.

The busted old phone has a Union Jack wallpaper.

Once Crowley hangs up, Aziraphale miraculously repairs the phone to say thank you, as well as putting blessings upon Twitter and Grindr.

The blessed phone also now has a Scottish flag wallpaper! 😇

I interpret this as a pretty clear statement from Neil Gaiman supporting Scottish independence.

Made a video about this for TikTok too.

[hazbinbabbling4ever]

amazon marketing is so good at marketing itself as very pro lgbt+ but only if it means spoiling the series to people (see good omens and the leaked "every" spoiler*), but when it comes to actually marketing the single lgbt+ serie? I've never seen either good omens or hazbin hotel on the front page.

HELL YESSSSSS! (I am a bit salty that you don't see it in their Amazon Originals section on the "front page", but whatever)

[ephemii]

what’s grace’s mbti? :0

hi hiii!! Grace's MBTI is an INFP-T! it's mostly also to sort of match Yuu's more subdued personality in-game. on her first day, she REALLY hated her involvement with crowley, ace, and deuce. crowley is a given, but ace and deuce just added a lot more of a spotlight on her. each time adeuce tried to get into some sort of kerfuffle, she'd be quick to apologize on their behalf of even straight up leave the site-- which made her even more of a sore thumb.

and adeuce can try as hard as they want to pick fights with their upperclassmen, but it's kind of hard for any NRC punks to take them seriously when they've got a buddy that looks like... well. THAT lol

over time, though, she does gain more confidence and is able to stand up for herself, even coming to fully enjoy the time she spends with adeuce and the other first years, shenanigans and all. that doesn't mean she gets any less polite, though-- at this point, she's the only beacon of light that the staff have, and they'll be damned if they lose it to NRC-typical roughhousing lol

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

when their tsum courts their crush

I write reader as female

Masterlist

♠️ DEUCE SPADE ♠️

i love the fact that tsum tsum deuce is basically delinquent deuce, only smaller and cuddlier

like deuce explains, he’s very aggressive and quick to anger - it has no impulse control and can and will fight (i.e. headbutt/drop itsy bitsy cauldrons on) anyone 

like, unlike its human counterpart, it doesn’t even pretend to behave or be seen in a positive light, let alone act like the model student deuce is aiming for

but, like all things, there is an exception - and that, dear prefect, is you

you see, tsum deuce is an absolute terror to everyone - everyone except you

in fact, the second it sees you entering the rose maze (trey had you on speed dial the second tsum deuce appeared - everyone say ‘thank you, trey’) it comes bounding over to you and just leaps into your arms

and it just…stays there, all happy and content

and you just look down at this tiny, happy little angelic bean in your hands whilst every single person in heartslabyul is just gawking at how this demon just did a complete 180 degrees personality flip the second you showed up

human deuce is absolutely red faced and has suddenly become very interested in the grass whilst everyone is just giving him the biggest side eyes

so you, being the kind-hearted, altruistic person you are, just smile at the bean in your hands and cheerfully inform everyone that you wouldn’t mind babysitting tsum deuce until crowley finds a way home

everyone except deuce (and grim) is happy with this development

now human deuce already finds it hard to talk to girls but he especially finds it difficult whenever you’re around because he’s literally got the biggest crush on you and has been dying to confess but is way too shy to

but tsum deuce? tsum deuce has no such inhibitions

it will cuddle and snuggle and nuzzle up to you, rubbing against your cheek as it sits on your shoulder or hands as it rests in your palms

tsum deuce likes to grow big so that it can 1) be carried around in that child hug carry that parents do and 2) sit on your lap like a bond villain cat so that you can stroke its head and body

human deuce is not happy with either of these

like tsum deuce is just basking in your endless affection and endeared giggles whilst deuce is suffering so much that even ace gives him somewhat-sincere consoling pats on the back whenever you’d call the little tsum ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’ or ‘poppet’ or ‘darling or ‘angel’ or ‘cutie’ - and the list goes on…

what’s worse is that whenever you’re not looking it gives the most deadliest glare to its counterpart and when you turn around it looks back at you like ♡✧(^ ᴗ ^)✧♡

like deuce knows that he’s supposed to keep his head down and nose clean like a good little honour student but his delinquent switch is wobbly on even the best of days and seeing you be so happily touchy-feely with that smug little rascal really does not help those buried instincts

don’t get him wrong, he’s flustered beyond belief at the sight of you being so affectionate to his lookalike but his annoyance and jealousy take precedence 

it all comes to a head when the cheeky bugger decides that its had enough of just receiving your kisses and just full on plants his ‘mouth’ on your lips

it takes everything in deuce to not full on punt it into the sun - especially when you look so flustered as a result, a gorgeous blush spreading across your features as you giggle at the little thing

deuce narrows his eyes - game on

❤️ ACE TRAPPOLA ❤️

@disney when are we getting tsum tsum ace? He’s the only first year to not have a marketable plushie

now ace has no problem with you being affectionate to his tsum

at first

you see ace and his tsum get along very well since they have very similar personalities

the two knaves of hearts just love causing trouble and making mischief together 

but being so similar means that at some point they’ve got to clash 

and clash they do >:)

when you come strolling in, tsum ace happily greets you and you, having been filled in on the situation (“thank you, Trey”), are more than happy to keep it entertained so you pet it and coddle it and dole out your sweet affection

and, honestly, it was a huge ego boost to see his crush being so sweet with a smaller version of himself 

of course, he’s going to be all ace about it and tease you like “why are you so affectionate with mini me? do you have a crush on me or something? don’t worry, i understand - i guess i’m too irresistible even as a tsum” with his signature grin

but then the novelty is very quick to wear off when practically all of your attention is being given to the little bean - especially when he realises that his tsum has just as big as a crush on you as he does, and he’s very quick to act on it

like human ace, tsum ace flirts by peacocking, living off of your praise like it’s the oxygen it breathes

and unlike human ace, tsum ace doesn’t tease you, which kind of gives him a head start 

basically tsum ace is an ace who doesn’t hide his insecurities and feelings for you behind a guarded wall of playful teasing and fake carelessness

it would show off by doing card tricks for you, using its own miniature deck it got from seven knows where to do all sorts of tricks - that do genuinely impress you 

and with every successful trick you’d clap your hands with stars in your eyes and fondly coo at it

and it would eat all of your praise up – with every flirty behaviour you would enable it with more positive reinforcement, spurring it to get bolder and bolder and ace is absolutely dying next to you

ace has a habit of ruffling your hair so tsum ace likes to sit on your head as you go about your day and everyone can swear they see sparkles surrounding the two of you

(ace doesn’t notice because that’s what you look like to him anyway)

you even gave mini ace the glacé cherry on the iced bun you had for dessert that day, hand-feeding the sweet fruit right into the little tsum’s mouth right in front of Ace’s cherry pie (and no, not even the taste of his favourite food can wash away the bitterness corroding his tongue at the sight of you and his tsum getting all buddy-buddy, not when something so much sweeter is just out of his reach)

quit paying attention to it! doesn’t it have its own y/n to flirt with?!

then, at one point, tsum ace has conjured up a tiny rose and has gifted it to you

“for me,” you smile at the tsum and the tsum nods, happily jumping up and down in front of you, “oh you shouldn’t have.”

you carefully take the rose from the tsum and gently pick the tsum up and place a kiss right on its head

“thank you, tsum ace,” you say, giggling with fondness, “that’s for being such a sweetheart.”

ace’s hand clenches around his magic pen and he swears right then and there that it’s no more mister nice guy – no more hiding behind poorly crafted taunts in fear of what ifs

he’s confessing to you by the end of the day even if it kills him

🦁 LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 🦁

honestly, leona couldn’t care less about the little things that came from the sky - not his circus, not his monkeys

though he was kind of miffed when his dorm thought he had turned into that stubby little thing 

he’s surrounded by idiots

he just palmed his own tsum off to ruggie and went off to the botanical gardens to nap

it was during one of his relaxation sessions that he heard your voice, only you were talking to someone 

turns out that ‘someone’ was his own tsum that was happily snoozing on your shoulder

apparently the little guy didn’t take kindly to being babysat by ruggie so it literally hunted you down and refused to leave your side

you didn’t see any problem with this

so you just continued on with your day with a tiny version of the big kitty of savanaclaw 

please understand that leona is a very jealous and greedy lion - he gets incredibly possessive if stray cats get close to you, let alone when you shower Grim with your affection - and now there’s an equally as greedy mini leona that’s demanding your attention

like it made it clear that it was trying to monopolize your attention, tail swaying in delight as you would pet its head or play with its ears - all things that you’d do with the bigger leona

it would jump up and press its head against your forehead, cheeks and mouth so you would kiss it back with your own lips (and leona just looks at the little judas all betrayed because you’ve never kissed him ever and he’s just so angry and jealous that he doesn’t even tease you about it)

so instead of spending time with him, where he rests his head on your thighs as you weave your fingers through his hair, you’re playing around with the tsum, giving it the affection that was rightfully his

at one point, it was still dozing off so you placed it nice and snug in the breast pocket of your blouse, making Leona’s right eye twitch uncontrollably when he could tell that the little deviant wasn’t even actually sleeping

honestly, he scoffs, faking sleep is the oldest trick in the book - and he knows that because he uses it on you all the time

you even played chess with it, and to leona’s surprise it was actually pretty good, only his slight amusement at watching you lose was tainted by how you were suddenly praising it for being such a good player - he’s good too! praise him!

he had finally reached his limit when his tiny doppelganger used its growing abilities to be large enough for you to wrap your arms around and bury your face into, your lovely features smiling in content as you happily sleep, unaware of the burning jealousy and intense scowl leona is giving the tsum in your embrace, or of the smug satisfaction said tsum is radiating

now leona is a man of strategy, of patiently waiting until it’s the right time to pounce, so for now he’ll just settle at baring his fangs at the little runt - he’s spent his entire life being second best (both to his brother, his nephew, that damned lizard), there is no way he’s going to be outshone by a furball that has no idea of the hierarchy of the food chain here. you’re the one thing in his life that he refuses to have taken away, even if it is by himself

and when you wake up?

you better be prepared

💙 IDIA SHROUD 💙

tsum tsum idia is such a sweetheart

while it does have idia’s social anxiety, he does hang around with you through the halls though by ‘hang around’ he’s usually buried in your pockets

tsum idia doesn’t have og idia’s fire hair but it does run naturally warm, which makes it the perfect warm pillow for you to snuggle with

idia didn’t have any strong feelings for his tsum. ortho loved it and it made you happy and that was it.

but it soon became a problem when it made you too happy

you see, idia had made a tiny little tablet so that you could play with the tsum whilst he was busy doing one of his own games

and like his counterpart, the tsum was good

too good

so good that you kept on praising it and snuggling with it every time it won

and apparently the tsum was in possession of some preloaded charm stats because it would keep on endearing you by texting you blue heart emojis or cute stickers that would make you coo at it

and watching you be so outwardly affectionate to someone that wasn’t ortho or grim definitely stung inside

even if that someone was a cuter, cuddlier, plush bean version of himself

so he just amped up the volume in his headset to drown out the sounds of your laughter and continued playing as he internally lamented how he was such a boring otaku that even a tsum has better moves than him

when it got late and you were about to leave (much to idia’s disappointment), you stood up only for the tsum to jump onto your shoulder and happily jump in place

“oh,” you giggle, “do you want to come to ramshackle with me?”

the tsum jumped up and down, indicating yes

“alright then,” you smile and turn to idia, “i guess we’ll see yo-”

“no-” he blurted out, the ends of his hair bursting into pink at the sudden silence that envelops the room, “i-i mean, you can stay. here. not here my room here - like here in ignihyde here. we have a spare room. unless you’d like to sleep over here in my room. if you want to that is. you don’t have to if you don’t want to infactyoucanforgetievensaidanythingohmysevenwhydidihavetoopenmymouth-”

“it’s okay, idia, i understand,” you say, “looks like we’re having a sleepover!”

maybe he should be a bit braver more often