#goes omnomnom

[laleywashere]

If you take the effort to read my chicken scratch handwriting, Bless.

There's a scene I have written out with Jerria and Mason meeting after being separated for years. During that time Mason transitions with HRT, learns a bunch of cool druid tricks and Jerria doesn't recognize him when he confronts her for the first time.

Then insue shenanigans. 💙

[mostlyghostlyy]

Watching Rob Zombie perform "Well, Everybody's Fucking In A U.F.O" live changed my brain chemistry.

[clancyismylover]

The fact that the CIancy Bishop theory is growing in popularity/might become canon in the lore like RIGHT AFTER I MADE A LIL INDULGENT AU ABOUT IT gets me every time i feel equal parts excited and terrified

[elpublico]

OH MY GOD LOOK AT BEANNNN

[swordfaery]

been left alone with my thoughts for five minutes i’m already contemplating getting corduroys

[meitham]

yes

i'd let him eat me

i mean what

02. / Fate : SACRIFICE

werewolf wriothesley / gn reader . completely sfw . tw gore

Fontaine : DARK BLOOD ; supernatural series m.list

"Good day, Mr. Wolf."

The scent of fresh bread through the trees; he inhales the delight that steams from the linens of your wooden basket.

"Good day," says he. A forest predator, so misbehaved with the size of his body that he immediately encroaches your personal space without proper permission. But what's different about your presence, he notes, is that you don't seem to mind. There was significant lack of fear for the claws on his fingers and the fangs of his teeth, most desirably. "You seem to be out all alone again," he muses, and it's his voice that contains the low, smirking growl of an animal. "Running a delivery?"

Your simple smile is all but sinister, just as polite as it always is during these past few months you've come to pass through these woods. "To my grandmother, as usual."

His nose leads him downwards towards your hands, a scent so sweet secreting from your basket of goods.

"And what have you brought this time?" His words are slowly slurred together, low rumbles pleasantly charming with the pop out of his canines between his lips. His hand slowly lifts your wrists with the basket as the length of his nails feel cold against your skin. "It smells so sweet," he almost drools with the lick of his lips. "I'm already delighted."

You seem to hesitate. And when you reluctantly open your basket for him, he sees why. "No sweets today, good sir..." Your shifting eyes gesture to the bare loafs of bread in the basket. "No sugar. Just plain sourdough, plain wheat," you list onwards, and the wolf can't help but notice how nervous you suddenly grow; he notes this is the first you've actually shown such a physical uncomfortableness before. You shift to grab your other arm, and that's when he sees it.

"What's this?" Without warning, he dives to grasp your other arm tightly, forcing a threatened gasp from your throat. And suddenly, the sweet scent grows stronger tenfold—he catches himself before he might begin salivating. There it is: a bandage wrapped around a fresh wound at the front of your palm. Still stained red, a bright and delightfully wet color.

"Oh!" you stutter, painfully retracting your arm from the iron grip of his hold. "It was just a small mishap," you laugh sheepishly, "nothing to worry about."

He finds a lack of worry within himself for the intention you specified. No, the worry he felt was from the trickling trails of his own saliva pooling by his lower teeth; A worry that he might've just devoured you—you, and the scent of your flesh that was so sickeningly enticing, he feels his body jolt in excitement of a meal. An animalistic instinct that leaves him drunk-dazed from the mere tease of your taste. He can't ignore how delightful the sudden mental image is—of sinking his teeth into that wound of yours.

“Wriothesley?” you voice out, and he feels his stomach lunge to his throat as the scent becomes stronger once more, only to find your wounded hand placed atop his forehead. Wet. He was sweating. “Are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Flustered, he clears his throat. "You should clean that wound of yours a bit more thoroughly." So curiously to your notice, his eyes flicker to the side—anywhere but you. “And you might want to start running along now, don’t keep your grandmother waiting,” he further advises, “before it gets too dark.”

Before you can sound out another word, he flees off into the lonesome woods.

Garden shears, so clean and so pristine: a heavy contrast to the dark shadows as he loomed over the flowerbed. “This is a lovely little cottage,” he remarks. “And the tea your grandmother serves is quite good, too.”

“See?” you laugh wholeheartedly, hands clamping around rubber to cut lingering wilted roses away with sterling silver. Both your gazes cast downwards, and there was a stream of unwanted thoughts clouding his head. “I told you, she wouldn’t be scared of you.” The reassurance spills easy from your mouth, and he can only force himself to respond positively through a hum.

He jokes, “Does that mean I’m accepted into the family?”

You playfully bump his arm, and that’s when it happens—that smell, once again. Much more powerful this time, like the smell of freshly cut meat that was so overpowering, still raw with trickling blood that his tongue just yearns to wrap around. So sickening, he could feel the insides of his stomach writhe and clench just for a bite. And when he looks down just to see that you’ve accidentally cut yourself with the gardening shears, his instincts as a wolf almost collapses his sense of stability.

Your skin. It looks delicious running with blood. The feeling of his teeth ripping you apart into pieces is just within reach. His mouth feels dry in a way it craves for your flavor, and he does not realize he’s already grabbed you until the scent is so overpoweringly close that his saliva trickled down at the bottom of his chin.

A creature so disgustingly hungry for meat; he only snaps out of his daze when sounds of whimpers and fear emit from your body.

And yet, he can’t help but feel even more enticed. The sounds of your squeals, the fear woven into your features—he feels more starved by your horror-stricken expression to devour your body whole in a single bite.

“Wriothesley…” you choke out to him. The shakiness in your voice holds a fear you’ve never shown for him before, but perhaps fear was how it should be between a human and a wolf. “That really hurts,” you stuttered to him, “Please, let me go.”

He’s trembling. He, the big bad scary wolf, was trembling in place as he was merely moments away from devouring you. Your arm was now littered in new cuts, all from his nails digging deep into the skin of your arm to rip several more wounds. Above the cut from the shears, and his breathing blew right to your wrist. Had he let go, the limbs of your very soul would have been shredded between his teeth by now.

“Listen to me,” he says, voice a low whisper through seethed canines; and through your horrified tears, you see his eyes are pleading, begging you like a chained dog running feral on disobedience. “Please.” His other hand reaches down to meet yours—clutching desperately the gardening shears in your hand. Silver, completely poisonously deadly to werewolves. “Please, kill me.”

You stay silent, completely stunned to move in his grasp. Not when his nails still gashed holes of crescents into your arm.

“Please,” he further prayed, his mutters close to something of a growl as his lips were shaking, even as they leaned in to kiss the bleeding gash of your hand. One taste of you, just one. But his lips. They stung. “My mind is twisted. I fear I might suffocate the longer I’m with you.” His grip around the gardening shears is loose and rigid, and yet he holds them right up for you, urging you to take them. He practically pushes it to your chest, pressing the only form of a weapon you may have against him. He repeats, “Save me.”

Please, kill me.

Looking down at you with his mouth against your wound, lips tinted in your own blood that he laps up hungrily with his tongue, you realize this is the first time you really saw him as what he truly was: a feral animal.

“Or else fate will guide me to devour you whole.”

Blood moon, the cottage door is wide open.

“…Grandmother?”

The smell of iron hits your nose so sharply, yet the light sounds of metal rumbling and clothes shuffling were not enough to turn you away. No, your feet did not allow you to make such drastic movements in the suspense of the night, not when one movement may alert the inside presences.

But you find very quickly you do not need such caution. Because when you creek the door open even further…

Moonlight fails to illuminate the glowing eyes at the corner of the room.

But what you see in the darkness of the house was an entanglement of bitten limbs and clothing scattered into a corner pile on the ground, severed like the chew toy meal of a starving dog. And above it all glowed a pair of familiar eyes so wide and bloodshot, rimmed with the red crusted veins and tears of an animal. The filth around his mouth, the heavy breaths he released through the grotesque bits and pieces of breathed bloodied flesh stuck between his teeth. All with no mercy as strings of organs fell from his lips to his chin. So sickening, the smell of his iron breath in the air—and you only look away for a second to gag vomit back down your throat.

There is an animalistic instinct in his eyes that deadlocks you into place, lacking its typical playful compassion and instead showing the layers of insatiable hunger for human flesh. His breathing is still ragged upon his look of shock, like a deer caught in bright lights.

It’s far too late when you notice he’s drooling. Since the moment you stepped in, it was only his cravings that stunned him silent; you were so near now, so close: the final dessert to his meal. You couldn’t kill a man like him. But a monster could consume the likes of you. And it was only a rush of wind until the back of your head slammed down against the bloodstained wood of the floor, his body a heavy weight atop your own.

He was smiling. Smiling so widely that his tongue jutted out to lick his lips just at the sight of you trapped under him. His eyes, looking at you like another scrap of food in the wilderness.

But the first thing you felt before the rip of barred teeth, was indeed the salty droplets of tears that fell atop your skin.

Fontaine : DARK BLOOD ; supernatural series m.list

[lucentdreamzzz]

a very appropriately unhinged review of will wood's music (except for icimi)

I rate every will wood song because wtf else do i do with my pathetic life

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con):

10/10-fuck yes we are BOPPING. we are CRIMINALS. we are STARTING OFF STRONG!

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones):

4/10-okay we are kinda bing chilling. it’s okay :P kinda triggers me a lil cuz it reminds me of EDs???

Front Street:

10000/10-YESSSSSSSSSSSS YES YES GOING FERAL INJECT THIS INTO MY FUCKING VEINS!!!!!!

¡Aikido! (Neurotic/Erotic):

4.7/10-it slaps a liiiiittle but not that hard. like it kneads. it kneads not slaps.

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?):

9/10-it both slaps and i can jumpscare ppl with the surgery line??? fuck yes sign me up!!!

Cover This Song (A Little Bit Mine):

2/10-ew too slow. yucky nasty bleh hiss ew hiss

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.:

8.5/10-i hold ur M O M in contempt

Red Moon:

10/10-CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED. ME WHEN I WALK THE EQUATOR CHASING THE LIGHT.

Lysergide Daydream:

5/10-mid!!!! muh-muh-muh-MID!!!

The First Step:

9.5/10-MUNCH. OMNOMNOM DINNER NOW. IM JUST A BOOZIN BASTARD,

Jimmy Mushrooms’ Last Drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ:

1/10-this exists???

Chemical Overreaction/Compound Fracture:

10/10-when ur an unhinged girlie in the middle of a yeehaw desert

Everything is a Lot:

3.5/10-deep but the deepness doesnt stop it from being too slow for me

Destroy to Enjoy:

7.5/10-surprisingly good for laundromat ambience and chanting??? we r bodhisattva we r buddha dying waking up ig <3

Self-:

7/10-too good for a 6/10 but not good enough for a 8/10. still slaps tho

2012:

9.5/10-FUCK!!!! (inhales) (iwasanexistentialcriminalsoinnocentlycynicalignorantasfuckbutaproudindividual-)

My mom also likes it :D :D :D

Cotard’s Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca):

8.4/10-starts slow but then GOES UNIMAGINABLY HARD!!!! jumpscare ur friends with it!!!

Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer’s Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus):

8/10-me when i try to replace myself.

The Song With Five Names a.k.a. Soapbox Tao a.k.a. Checkmate, Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government (A.K.A. You Can Never Know):

30/10-WOOO BABEY. OH MAN OH MAN THIS FUCKS SO HARD. IF IT WAS A PERSON I WOULD MAKE BABIES WITH IT-

THE SONAR WEEOW WEEOW WEEEOOOWWWW AT THE BEGINNING THE SUNSHINE IS A GASLIGHT PART EVERYTHING IS JUST HJADFKHNF

Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!:

8/10-if i ranked it any lower i would self-crucify <3

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead:

7.8/10-i love the funky little way he sings “i fumble for the switch”. you go buddy.

-ish:

6/10-good close to the album but NOT FUNKY ENOUGH

Suburbia Overture/Greetings From Mary Bell Township!/(Vampire) Culture/Love Me, Normally:

9/10-ITS ONLY CULTUUUUUUREEEEEE!!!! AND IT SLAPS!!!! WILL WOOD COOKED FRFR

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.):

8.5/10-this actually introduced me to william woodsmith :explode: the nostalgia is def a factor

Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!):

100/10-hehe gender

I/Me/Myself:

7/10-g e n d e r

…well, better than the alternative:

3/10-very sweet but too slow for my megamind

Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples:

9/10-i did not know this existed??? still kind of a bop

BlackBoxWarrior-OKULTRA:

10000/10-THIS SLAPS HARDER THAN AN ASIAN PARENT WHEN YOU BRING HOME A B

Marsha, Thankk You For the Dialectics, But I Need You To Leave:

7.5/10-me at therapy

Love, Me Normally:

2/10-boring ew tomato tomato

Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world:

8.5/10-SHOW TUNE ABT DEATH AND ITS INEVITABILITY YESSSS

Venetian Blind Man:

8/10-THIS IS SO UNDERRATED?????

Your Body, My Temple:

7.5/10-will wood had his whole willussy out. this song is so unapologetically horny

Yes, To Err Is Human, So Don't Be One:

9/10-silly vampire bop!!

[counting-eyerolls]

i think phantom would be fascinated with sparklers (dew too probably tbh)

oh y e s

i feel like phantom stares at them with big doe eyes and they gotta stop him from getting too close because bug thinks pretty sparks so he goes touchy touchy but he’s no fire ghoul

and dew i mean the fire ghoul ever you’ve seen the way he stares into those flames during year zero but i bet as a water ghoul he stared just like phantom but now he enjoys them a lot and even gets close to them

i bet he definitely ate one of those smaller ones that you hold :D just omnomnom and everyone else was looking at him like D: and then he went ?? and started sparkling too

[yellowheartz]

hold on babe i need to hyperfixate on kubosai headcannons before i do my homeworks and go to sleep

They love cooking for each other and often insist on making breakfast/lunch/dinner/etc.

They would have a whole section of their room of bookshelves with the books they like to read together.

They would doodle on eachother a lot when they're bored in class. (teachers would think its absolutely adorable but Kusuo thinks it's really hard to wash off since the ink gets on his gloves)

Aren has a whole sketchbook of his drawings but it consists mostly of Kusuo.

Kusuo likes to wear lavender colored clothes because it reminds him of his boyfriend.

Aren daydreams a lot about his pink-haired lover and said lover gets immediately flustered about the thoughts Aren has about him.

Kusuo goes to Arens house to sleep over a lot. He also goes there sometimes for no reason at all, but mostly when Kuniharu is whining at Kusuo.

Kusuo teaches Aren recipes for baking and they bake a lot.

Aren likes to take Kusuo on motorcycle rides and Kusuo enjoys going on them.

Their snarky attitudes to one another causes people to think they're fighting but that's just them being funny and silly with each other.

Kusuo likes to spoil Aren rotten. Aren does too. It's just a whole fiasco of them spoiling each other.

They would always sit beside each other at lunch in school. Sometimes, when they're done eating, they cuddle a lot or they're just mooning over the other. People get very jealous of their relationship.

Kaido daydreams about a whole wedding going on between his right and left hand.

Nendo thinks its funny to pick Kusuo up like a sack of potatoes and speed to who knows where while Aren runs after them around the whole place.

One time, some people were gossiping about Aren and saying shit spreading rumors about him and Kusuo made sure no one ever saw that group of people ever again. People said they transferred schools. (Yea they probably didn't)

Takahashi and his gang were doing shit to Kusuo at gym so Aren beat 'em up after school and they never did anything to him again.

Kusuo has a habit of fixing Arens wrinkled clothes, mostly his collar.

"What the hell do you mean I can't say 'fuck you' to my boyfriend and make out with him afterwards?"

Kusuo is already embarrassed about the way he and Aren are affectionate in public but he just can't help himself either.

Kusuo loves caressing Arens hair, he brushes his fingers through it regularly. Aren loves the free massages he gets from it.

Aren has a tendency to nuzzle Kusuos neck, he bites it frequently too. Kusuo gets annoyed. Aren also gets annoyed cus he can't understand why he's able to bite an all-powerful psychic but can't leave any damn hickeys.

They both just LOVE physical affection. They enjoy hugging, body on body, just even holding hands makes them feel happy, CUDDLES.

"Please, PLEASE, let me kill your dad." both of them say.

They hate each others dads but they talk and keep it to themselves cus respect.

Whereas, they love each others moms, the dads are just complete assholes so.

They tend to have a make out session after having a bad fight. Or any fight at all.

Aren associates Kusuo with strawberries.

Anytime they see a color of purple or pink, they think of each other. Kusuo ignores the Toritsuka purple and always tries to find Arens shade.

Kusuo loves Aren.

Aren loves Kusuo.

They love eachother very much.

Kusuo hates Arens nicknames for him, he gets really fussy about it, Aren thinks it's cute and continues to tease him with various other nicknames.

Kusuo calls Aren handsome a lot. Even more in private.

Their way of saying sorry to each other is touch. They cuddle a lot, kiss a lot, and beat some assholes out of the way.

POWER COUPLE POWER COUPLE POWER COUPLE BRRRTTTT SHWOOOM ZWEEEE

Aren not only associates Kusuo with fruits, he also think of Kusuo as a really cute bunny. Make him mad and that bunny turns into a hawk who'll pick you up from the ground as a worm and eat you up. Omnomnom bitch.

Kusuo pampers Aren a lot, Aren just accepts it but he pampers him back too. Back massages do a lot of good when he uses his strength on his boyfriends back.

Aren holds Kusuos face cus its really soft and plushy. One time he does the "cus you're my whole word" pick up line and Kusuo cringes, laughs, and gets really embarrassed about it. Aren thinks it is the most adorable thing ever.

They love making each other smile.

Kusuo sometimes suffocate when Aren hugs him with his face in Arens chest while they sleep. It's okay tho, cus.. like... this mans tits are huge... and he's a psychic.. yea definitely not because of his tits...

Aren loves back hugs and having Kusuo sit on his lap.

Aren carries Kusuo bridal style.

Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. <- Kaido in his fantasies.

Kusuo thinks Aren is the most handsome man he's ever met in his life.

Ace power couple‼️‼️‼️

Badass lil ga- I mean guys.

Kusuo loves sweet food. Aren loves spicy food. Opposites attract!

They listen to music and would always jam together while driving.

Catboy Dogboy dynamics.

Sun and Moon dynamics too but they're both sun and moons.

Aren thinks his best accomplishment is making Kusuo smile, getting to date Kusuo, going on the straight and narrow. Cus if he didn't then he wouldn't have met this super mega cutie psychic that's hiding in PK.

They're committed to each other and would rather eat the most spiciest food in the world and die than breaking up.

They rarely say 'I love you' to each other and say 'I hate you' more but we both know it's the mofo-ing opposite.

They kiss each others cheeks regularly.

"Homie" Aren calls Kusuo that a lot. As @oatmealcrisp-freak has said, that's his HOOOOOMMEEEE.

Kusuo always gets so many butterflies in his stomach whenever he's with Aren or thinks about him. Which is, all the time.

Beauty and the Beast but they're both Beauty AND Beast.

I love them very much as you can see.

Anger issues but make it angsty AND sexy.

(Them them them them kubosai kubosai kubosai kubosai, omg kubosai, omg purple and pink, omg the word delinquent and psychic, omg them)

*slaps car that is kubosai* This bad boy can fit so much repressed trauma, angst, and bad bitch shit.

Mess with the other and they might just commit accidental homicide without accidental in it.

Kusuos whole being vibrates when they hug laying down. Aren thinks he's purring like a cat.

Kusuo kisses Arens cheek many many times when he's extra extra happy.

They love to boast about each other. Kusuo always finds a way to pitch Arens name in the conversation and Aren happily mentions Kusuo anytime.

(I accidentally clicked the poll button so deal with this poll for a bit)

Kusuo thinks about Aren when he eats coffee jelly. They both make him happy and instantly makes him relax and feel like he's on cloud nine.

Aren instantly smiles when he thinks about Kusuo or sees him or even when someone talks about him. (Except when they be talkin' shit about him. Oh you done fucked up bro)

The gang always notices the way they both light up when it's about the other.

Kubosai.

[twilightakiishi]

making my bf watch windbreaker and he sees choji and goes “he eats pussy like omnomnom :3”

[zaacoy]

It's 3 am!! You know what that means!!! Delusional tang posting time let's gooo yippee!!!!!!

Said I'd dump S4 Tang thoughts here a week ago and then I just kinda. didn't. oopsies, but I can start now!!

S4 Spoilers below the cut, you have been warned!!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF SORTS AFTER WRITING THIS: WOW IS THIS LONG. I got a little too silly and put too many thoughts down at once oops, prepare to be reading for a good minute you have been warned (twice!!) aughdhsj

My thoughts are so disorganized rn prepare for a rollercoaster of whatever my brain spits out!!

First. Ep 4 intro.

Good to see that Tang still can never have a nice landing unlike everybody else

THE CROCODILE??????? HELLOSNBD?!?

MF GETS BODY SLAMMED?????

THIS SCREAM????? He gets to scream for like, 2. SECONDS. BEFORE HE GETS?? DRAGGED RIGHT BACK INTO THE WATER????

ALL OF THE SCREAMINGSG??? THE BASS???? THE FUCKING GUITAR????????

I can't. I cannot. convey in words how incredibly funny this scene is to me. I can't sit through it and not laugh or start kicking my feet it's just THAT good. They had Z E R O business doing this to him, this scene had absolutely NO REASON to be THIS chaotic but they?? did it anyway????? jgkngm???? I love this show sm

He's so pretty in this specific lighting I need to draw him like this soon or I will explode wowowee

HE DEFLATED. SO FAST.

That's such a funny reaction, no more energy just. Whatever. Eat me I guess I don't care just start cooking so pigsy can come back please. He is so funny

weapon. just straight up bonk him into a demon like a plank of wood

Actually now that I think about it why? Did nobody untie him??? they found him and just left him like that?? Neither of them ever untied him if memory serves I'm pretty sure pigsy did it while he was cooking. ???

"To get crammin' APPARENTLY! HMPF!"

"Oh, haha! I'M the dinner! Excellent."

Good to see Tang's sass and saltiness never leaves, they should let him be sarcastic and talk back more often

Done with all of your bs glares at you glares at you glares at you glares at y

What comes around goes around!!! Their dynamic is fun wahoo

He noms very happily!!! omnomnom (he deserves it at this point mans DESPERATELY needs a break)

THEY DID NOT HAVE TO CALL HIM OIT LIKE THAT DHDHJS PLEASE????? JAJJS The little sad noises he makes as he gets torn into, little guy behavior tbh

"-stop gorging yourself on our rations!" "I'm sorry! It's just I'm stressed okay!?"

STRESS-EATER CONFIRMED!!!!!!!!! YOU AND ME BOTH BUDDY. No wonder he married a cook, wonder if in college everytime Tang was mega stressed about finals or a big deadline coming up (the latter could be true later when he's out of college and had a job too) if pigsy, assuming he had the time, would just make a meal for him. They probably wouldn't be able to spend much time together in that situation so making him something when he knows Tang is stressed seems like a realistic thing for Pigsy to do in order to subtly show he's there for support when need be. Tang pays that kindness forward by actually paying his tab for once coughs

"HEY! I so to am perfect!" (S1)

"hmmmm, if I wasn't so cool and relaxed all the time I'd be reeeeeally worried about the consequences of this" (S1)

"I know my issue is my self confidence" (S4)

(Can't find a way to make it a gif) Tang: so ""relaxed"" in his current situation that he is shaking hard enough to vibrate in place, coupled with the look of completely calm and collected and ""coolness"". (S4)

Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night chan- gets shot

ACTUALLY THo S4 fleshed him out as a character so much, especially when we compare him to how he started all the way back in S1. Beforehand in earlier seasons everything was mostly stable for him. Same places, same people, consistent comfort, it gave him some sense of security that could have made his "calm and relaxed" demeanor viable back then. But now that everythings been thrown up and ruined by powers out of Tang's control, his bubble of safety no longer stands. We begin to see it in season 3 with lady bone demon's attacks + macaque's continued interference. Tang seems a lot more on edge near the latter half of season 3 then he had been all of the rest of the show and there's definitely WAY more panic present as one bad thing after another unfolds, notably when he is quite literally moved to tears as he's forced to forge the samadhi fire. It does kind of consistently crop up during other prior conflicts too but much more mildly and on a more temporary scale. Now, seemingly not long after the lbd incident as mk evidently still hasn't pushed past lbd all that well, his entire framework of stability is practically smashed into pieces. He's stuck in a scroll, he loses track of all of his friends for a while, there is no comfortable safe space for him anymore(a book can probably only realistically tell you so much about a setting, probably not enough to evoke the same familiarity that his house or pigsy's shop does), he literally almost gets eaten, there's ANOTHER massively powerful divine being threatening the safety of his loved ones along with his own, and on top of it all he can't get his powers (which are evidently in DIRE need right now) to work half the time. He had built a dependency on the routine of mundane life beforehand and S4 completely shatters that routine and subsequent stability. It's no wonder why we begin to see him crack, it make sense why we're just now seeing the actual depths of his lack of confidence and his anxiety. This has always been a problem more likely than not, he was able to cope before, or at least hide it, but he can't now. His inability to use his powers properly inevitably worsens the problem. He needs to use his powers but he cant. He needs to be useful, he has to be, but he just can't no matter how long or how hard he tries. Every odd is against him, it's getting to him and it shows. I love how lmk doesn't try to hero-speech it's way out of every character's doubts. I love how they let him break down several times throughout season 4, I love how they let him show emotional weakness not as a plot obstacle that can be ✨✨completely overcome with the power of believing in yourself!! And friends!!! And flashy magic!!! Yayyyyy!!!✨✨ but as a fundamental part of Tang that he just has to work around and deal with it. They obviously can't get too in depth into it (and probably never will) because a. This is a kid show made by Lego, and b. Because he's, y'know, not the main character, but the attention they did bring to it is nice.

I have. Accidently written a paragraph. Oops. uhhhh tldr: They did a good job portraying Tang's internal struggles through S4 while not invalidating his character and behavior from previous seasons. When you kick the rug out from someone's feet and then throw them off a 400ft cliff into a pit full of spikes they're going to be at least a little bit terrified out of their mind and are probably going to understandably show weakness somewhere along the way, I'm glad Lego takes a moment to explore that with Tang at least a little bit.

OKAY!! MOVING ON!!! SORRY ABOUT THAT GHFJJ

Mentioned this earlier on twt but the death grip he maintains on his staff when he gets really scared is a nice touch. He has a history throughout all 4 seasons of latching onto objects or people when he's distressed, a small but fun character detail!

LOOK AT HIM. GIVE HIM A BREAK HE HAS EARNED IT AND HE NEEDS IT PLEEEASDE IM BEGGING SOBS FORERVRRHRHNM

"ahh I'm sorry I'm just- I'm having a melt down and I have no idea what's going on and I just-!"

In line with what I ranted on about for an entire essay earlier- explicit mention of a meltdown! It's quick and short but the fact that they called it a meltdown at all is impressive, this is the first time I can remember a show calling one as such. A meltdown in response to a seeming extended lack of security and a disconnect between Tang and what's going on around him is realistic too, I think at least. The scene right after this when the gang (mostly sandy) does their best to bring Tang back down to earth for a moment was nice, they're such a supportive friend group I love this little found family

DHDJJ???? THIS ENTIRE SCENE WAS GREAT BUT THIS ONE??? WHERE HE JUST GOES ZOOMING THROUGH THE AIR SCREAMMG?? IS HE OKAY?????? HSJH

I HAVE. HIT MY IMAGE LIMIT UMMMM.

I had more to say and I will probably say those later!! For now this is it, it is almost 6 am I should really go to bed augahh

Remember!!!!: live, laugh, tang lego monkie kid. GOODNIGHT!!

[toadstool32]

DAVE: why does everyone want us knights to go back to training so bad we aren’t even the most fighty kinda dudes if we had a little garden with flowers around we would hold hands while jumping around like idiots all day but nooo we gotta get back in the grind and train 24/7 to get in some gains (fire emoji fire emoji red 100 emoji) in our lanky asses change our diet to be all meat omnomnom thank you for the meal bone and all

DAVE: become some kind of savage macho alpha kinda shit

DAVE: awoo and all that or whatever happens in shitty omegaverse novels

DAVE: our manly musk will be so pungent everyone in this universe and the next will know just how stupidly dedicated to being the worst at attempting to be decent people. It is us

KARKAT: ALPHAVERSE.

DAVE:

DAVE:

DAVE: you

DAVE: holy shit is there troll omegaverse

KARKAT: IF IM PICKING UP WHAT YOU’RE PUTTING DOWN THEN YES. THERE USED TO EXIST BACK IN ALTERNIA A SUBGENRE OF ROMANCE NOVELS WHERE THERE WAS A FICTIONAL BIOLOGICAL HIERARCHY WHERE TROLLS WOULD BE SORTED INTO ALPHA BETA OR OMEGAS AND IT WAS JUST A THINLY VEILED EXCUSE FOR WRITERS TO MAKE LOW/HIGHBLOOD PAIRINGS LESS ABOUT CASTE DIFFERENCE AND MORE ABOUT FATE OR WHATEVER.

KARKAT: IT WAS NOT MY THING BUT I KNOW SOME TROLLS JUST GOBBLED THAT SHIT UP.

DAVE: haha dude I cant believe ther is troll omegaverse this is bonkers

KARKAT: IT IS BONKERS THAT ONE OF OUR CULTURAL SIMILARITIES INCLUDE A VERY NICHE SUBGENRE OF SHITTY SMUT.

DAVE: tell me more

KARKAT: WHY YOU WOULD EVEN KNOW WHAT ALPHAVERSE IS YOU DON’T SEEM THE TYPE TO BE SO INTERESTED IN THIS.

DAVE: listen theres only so much research one can do on furry shit for the ironies up until u stuble ass first into wolf knot

KARKAT: ???

KARKAT: WHAT DO WOLVES HAVE TO DO WITH THIS.

DAVE: oh now you HAVE to tell me about this alphaverse shit I wanna know this, doctor strider is IN we are gonna dissect our cultural differences

KARKAT: AND YOU WILL DO THIS THROUGH SMUT.

DAVE: naturally

DAVE: now tell me about it

KARKAT: YOU ARE SO WEIRD.

KARKAT: BUT I GUESS I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT ONE. IN WHICH A EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED BRONZE OMEGA AND A PUSHOVER INDIGO ALPHA HAVE A HATEFRIENDS WITH BENEFITS SITUATION UP UNTIL ONE DAY THE ALPHA DECIDE HE CAN NO LONGER BEAR THE TOUGHT OF NOT BEING IN A SET QUADRANT WITH HIS OMEGA SO INSTEAD OF CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS HE GOES AND FUCKS OFF ON SPACE TRIP OFF PLANET. THE OMEGA THEN IN HIS MISERY GOES AND PROPOSITIONS HIMSELF TO THE MOIRAIL OF THE INDIGO WHO IS ALSO MANAGING THE MISSIONS THAT GO OFF PLANET AND ALSO AN ALPHA IN A FIT OF JEALOUSLY EVEN WHEN THEY WEREN’T EVEN EXCLUSIVE, THE INDIGOS MOIRAIL TRIES TO CORRAL THEM INTO A CLUBS SITUATION BUT BY THEN IT IS TOO LATE AND THE WHOLE FRIEND GROUP IS ALREADY AWARE OF HOW FUCKING BAD AT THIS THEY ARE, THEN THE ALPHA GETS SHAMED IN FRONT OF THEIR WHOLE FRIEND GROUP BY DOING MORE AND MORE RIDICULOUS ACTS AS PENANCE THAT THE OMEGA CALLS REVENGE BUT EVERYONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS IT'S JUST A VERY WEIRD COURTING RITUAL SOMEHOW, THE ALPHA GETS MAULED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN A FRANKLY DISGUSTING ACT OF RED AFFECTION WHICH MANAGES TO MAKE THE OMEGA GO FROM PITCH TO RED, THUS MANAGING TO COMPLETE THE COURTING AND FINALLY EMBRACING AFTER EVERYTHING THUS KILLING THE PAIR AFTER THE INSERTION OF THE EGGS IS COMPLETE.

 DAVE: on second thought maybe we should stop talking about this

DAVE: like. Forever and ever

[bbbexe]

MINORS DNI

I can't draw digital to save my life, so I made my monster!Poppet oc Kalix, traditional. (I have been diagnosed with Vinnel brainrot, there sadly is no cure. Also I didn’t make this species, its heavily based off of a creature from game I used to play called a Kivarok)  Their main fur color is black, with the shaded in parts being a really really dark purple. Their horns and claws are orange with a yellow gradient at the top/end. Similarly, their diamond patterns are orange, and get more yellow that further they are away from their torso. They have 7 white eyes on each side (on the front view i forgot to add one pair you did not see that, nothing is wrong :'))) ) that they can close individually. Will usually close all but their two main ones to not look 'weird' or have people feel like they're staring at them. Kalix's eyes also don't usually have pupils, but they consciously make pupils so that, along with their exaggerated body language/movement, speech, and gesticulation, their emotions can be read more easily while masking in public. Pupils are orange. The first three diamond patterns on Sir are eyes, one being a light yellow color, and the others becoming white. Their eyes / horns / patterns / claws have a slight glow. Has four arms in total. (maybe one day i'll have the urge to try and draw on ibis paint) Kalix's blood is orange :). They also have a mouth on their main head, but really really don't want to scare people they want to be friends with, and keeps it closed and hidden for the most part. They are 6'0 because I wish I was tall :').

I've been completely obsessed with @eldritch-spouse's universe for the past few days and just had to make this. I love love love her writing and really suggest you check out her blog if you like yanderes and monsters >:D Under the cut is some of my oc's info if anyone is interested :D (it's a lot of rambling lol)

Tw mentions of cannibalism and other illegal stuff.

“Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.” ― Juan Rulfo This is Kalix! (Named them this purely because the word makes my brain happy) They are a young adult monster, who suffers from loneliness brain damage! With symptoms that are very similar to ADHD. They forget what day of the week it is often, forget words mid conversation, and have a shit short term memory. Often forgets to eat and has a habit of not eating until their tail-head starts to nip/chew (omnomnom) at them. Will constantly loose things, even if they are currently holding said thing in their paw. Brings noise cancelling earbuds around and wears gloves because they are touch averse. Usually has one part of their body moving, leg bopping, playing with their fingers, etc. (heavily projecting here lol, they just like me fr) Are a residual hermaphrodite who flip flops between sex depending on temperature/season (has a slit covered by their fluff) and goes by all pronouns. Demi ace/aro (hahaha slowburn + oblivious to their own feelings, have fun with that Vinnel). Has a hard time understanding sarcasm and understanding their own feelings.

Kalix's tail has been named "Sir" as they thought the word was cool. They usually eat / drink using their head-tail. Sir is Kalix's subconscious/lizard brain, though they don't seem to realize that themself, thinking the tail-head as more of a sibling/pet. (and example for the subconcious/lizard brain thing being, Kalix stubbing their toe, wincing and making a joke, Sir whimpering and getting teary like the crybaby they secretly are) They can consciously control Sir for about 30 minutes before a headache starts cracking open their skull (usually their species would be able to do this all the time, but shhh don't tell the poor child, they'll cry). While talking through Sir, Kalix can mimic many many sounds / voices. It would honestly be easier to list what they can't mimic than what they can. They do have a tell though, as when they speak through Sir, they have a slight whisper echo. Also sadly because of brain injury, they can't cut off Sir's senses from their own. Wagging their tail super fast like a dog when excited / to stim will leave make them super dizzy. Sir also has a taste for human/monster flesh :))) Has some other abilities, like being able to store stuff in their shadow (they do this more often and don't get nauseous from it unless they try to fit a bigger object inside. Kalix usually makes it look like they're pulling stuff out from their chest fluff becuse i thought that would be silly), make shadow apparitions for a limited amount of time, wrap themselves in shadows to hide or stalk their 'prey', and if they really push themself, they can teleport through shadows (within a certain range etc.) at most two times a week. They feel nauseous and get headaches after this, and using their power too often/long or trying to store large objects will make them violently ill. (won't stop the dumbass from overusing their abilities to pull pranks on The Clergymen though) Has little physical strength (for a monster at least), although they can jump pretty high when spooked (hehe get it? halloween pun :> also foreshadowing~) Speaking of Halloween, it's one of Kalix's main hyperfixations. Their hyperfixations include: Halloween, (and by extension) candy making, horror book reading, driving (although ironically if Kalix is a passenger they get extremely car sick), juggling (picks this up after they see Vinnel do it and realize 1. its a fun way to stim and 2. they have four arms. they are terrible at first), baking (which is kinda funny cuz they cannot cook for shit), insect related stuff, (piss poor) sewing, and drawing (they usually like to draw stuff with the combination of gore and plants).

Always has candy corn on them (or it seems that way, it’s just in their shadow. Kalix likes how it looks like they can just summon candy corn out of nowhere).

Also do not let them drive. They will turn it into a car chase. Somehow. (They just like slamming into the cars chasing them and showing off their drifts and sharp turns) They work as a party planner / decorator and will practically beg on their knees to Admin to help decorate for the holidays, especially Halloween. (Admin will have to wrangle them during other holidays to make sure Kalix doesn’t start making them Halloween themed as well...

”Decorate your own apartment Easterween themed, Kalix...” cue Admin’s signature tired eye roll as Kalix gives the smaller human puppy dog eyes) After they learn The Clergy has rent able rooms, they'll definitely start living there. Kalix's room will be completely Halloween themed all year long. They'll also ask Admin if they can help out around the Clergy / help them (Kalix feels bad for Admin and all their responsibilities, but also thinks they're amazing for being so focused and hard working)

Kalix is a complete virgin, having not even touched themself because again, they see Sir as a ‘pet’ or sibling sort of, only that Sir is attached to them. Kalix always chalks up Sir’s similar reactions to them as both them and Sir having grown up together.(if this sentence makes sense? basically they chalk up Sir having similar reactions to how they feel inside to just them growing up being attached to each other) Also them denying full heartedly that they are a crybaby and that they like the taste of human/monster flesh. To be honest, after a few months of being around Kalix, The Clergymen will probably pick up on Sir being more connected to Kalix than the oblivious lizard (idk why but my nickname for them is lizard despite them looking like some lizard/cat/owl/spider mix. it just fits. also all the picures of cute dumb little geckos connect with Kalix in my mind) realizes. Although Kalix sure as hell won’t realize themself, and won’t have any kind of sexual interaction with anyone while under the impression that Sir is a pet. Someone’s gonna have the explain the them eventually or Vinnel might somehow go even more insane.  (is a sadist masochist switch with a gore kink, though it'll take alot for them to admit it (or it would have if not for Kalix's first meeting with Grimbly and realizing they did not want to be a daddy/mommy/partner to the little dude, just a friend) Oh, and before i forget. Kalix unironically eats the most burned, charred, barely edible, can-barely-be-considered-food stuff. Completely unscathed. And they like it. They will eat coal (burning or not) in front of people occasionally to see their confused/grossed out/horrified reactions / to assert dominance. They're Vinnel's poppet for a reason :))))

They lived most of their life alone and when they were gracefully given a year long vacation by their warden, Kalix decided to try and make friends by integrating themself into human society. (Most others where they live avoid them/are afraid of them or occasionally someone will pity them but Kalix really dislikes that and would rather be ignored.) They stumbled upon The Clergy's Eye while stuck in a daydream / thought loop of how they were going to make friends. Going over the persona they had crafted (aka how they were going to mask the anxious, lonely, self conscious, and quiet crybaby they really are) and generally practicing conversations in their head. They were trying to go to the town's most popular bar, but ended up walking into The Clergy's Main floor / bar area (if im not mistaken). Kalix is just about able to handle being around Santi’s / and others pheromones due to years of exposure therapy (not a demon of my sort, will make sense in next post i prommy). (Ima make another post about how they met the TCE staff for the first time because this is hella long, thank you so much for reading if you made it this far. I hope you enjoyed my super self indulgent skrunkly child. I also left some stuff out that I really want to show via my writing later on :D)

[unofficial-crow]

*GOES FERAL* aesthetics: BLUE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! an yknow stars n moons n stuff :33

flags: le aroace

quotes: "ON SOME LEVEL I THINK I ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD THAT A SHIP COULD NEVER REALLY LOVE ANCHOR" or "THE HAND THAT FEEDS DESERVES TO BE BITTEN WHEN IT BEATS" or "THE MOON WILL SING A SONG FOR ME" or all of them or literally anything from the crane wives

specifics (animals, objects, album covers, etc): COYOTE STORIES ALBUM COVER CAUSE BLUE AND COYOTES

specific images: coyote stories album cover art omnomnom

anything else you’d like: meows at u I will give you 1 single sapling in minecraft in return and i maybe wont burn it down :333

pay up 🫵 🤲🌱

[oneroomjestershow]

I don’t know what to say I just filled these with la creatura thanks for the template every little bit of information about Ren goes straight to my veins omnomnom

[minamoreh]

ava goes omnomnom