#hence why unposted

[moecartoons]

Chip always has to bring a list with them when they run errands. They have to clutch that list in hand or they'll forget they even have it.

They're the sort of person you ask them what they need and they'll just go uuuhhhhhh. If you ask them about anything in the Enchanted Forest they can tell you it's entire history.

[numptypylon]

I’m sitting on some angsty unposted fanart, but it’s Valentine’s day and I can’t do that, so I dug up this, which I forgot to post, of Rayllum dancing at Janaya’s wedding, in fancy clothes. I’m no good at clothing design, hence why there are two versions 😄 Let me know your favorite!

Callum is in Sunfire wedding colors, because he’s in the wedding party, like Ez. There’s fanart of Janaya dancing and Ez and Zym dancing at the wedding, too, that in this series.

I imagine Amaya is way too strong and accidentally yeets the bouquet over the edge of the sun spire during the bouquet toss, and Callum jumps after it as he does. And he kind forgot he doesn’t have HANDS when he’s flying, so cathes the bouquet in his mouth and flies back up, spitting windblown flower debris at Rayla’s feet, and that’s how they officially get back together.

[enlighten3d]

THEORY UPDATEEEE

im out fishing rn (edit: not anymore lol, im finishing typing this on pc, thank fuck) and i heard some Things about the kenadian stream.. wato has read our posts... so, hello wato! i swear im not THAT insane. anyway, we carry on as usual.... SO NOW: THE UPDATED THEORY ON WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THIS LORE !!

this is actually the third theory update, the other two just never survived for long enough bcs we kept finding new stuff lmao. but, heres my first theory (now very outdated), and here are the other two, copypasted from messages of me explaining the two unposted theories (feat. me speculating wildly as i do): theory 2, theory 3 (mind that both of these were formatted for discord which is why they may be odd)

okay so now! the fourth theory, yet again featuring wild speculation, now with the added spice of me having read too much mcyt fanfic! (that last part prolly makes no sense. dont worry abt it.)

in this theory, i am proposing that evil wifies is like, a LOT more evil, and has done a lot of fucked up Experimentation. which lead to void wifies. explanation below the cut (its prolly gonna be long again T-T) (also, as always: tons of wild speculation ahead. ill try to present all evidence but i forget what those outside of the gc know or dont):

okay so first off, as always, we assume that wato got the mask from killing ken during the train escape. then (evil) wifies somehow got the mask from wato at,, IDK, SOME POINT. before everything happened.

so wifies, corrupted by the power of the mask, starts faking escape rooms and invents cloning in order to do it. now hes evilfies (thank you wifies for calling him evilfies thats so much quicker to type than evil wifies)! and so evilfies, having invented cloning, starts fucking around and Experimenting like the mad scientist ive decided he is.

what does he next Experiment on? the mask! why? why the fuck not. he likes the power it gives him so he decides to somehow try and tie it to himself permanently. he does this by somehow merging a part of his code with that of the mask, and therefore unintentionally giving it sentience (somewhat). evilfies thinks this is fineeeee...

so, to test the constraints of this new form of the mask, evilfies puts the mask in a bunker of sorts, to see if the tie between him and the mask would remain. the bunker is a bedrock room...

also, at this point, evilfies has already asked wato to build that escape room for the video. so wato starts Planning it (and filming the tutorial video that we can assume exists in canon), doing so in the same world as all of evilfies stuff. why? bcs evilfies want to keep an eye on wato and the escape room build. also, why not. i am not discounting the idea that evilfies is forcing wato to build escape rooms for him yet.

so bcs its in the same world.. wato accidentally falls down a chute into the bunker where the mask has been placed (as seen in the wato yt short). now, i STILL cant explain what the fuck that snom is, but.. voidfies (void wifies, now with a shorter name!) is there (for anyone who hasnt seen @fncreatures post: voidfies is the weird void guy with the mask. yes thats wifies too.)... I WONDER WHY.

ysee, when evilfies tied part of his code to the mask, that code and the masks code ended up getting tied together, yeah? well the world needs some way to render the mask in the world (btw were getting into the way that realistic minecraft works in mcyt fanfiction now lmao). and when it reads the masks code, it sees that theres wifies code there too.. and renders the mask as being on wifies. ofc, the code is corrupted, so its not entirely wifies. its just.. the outline of him. the mask remains the only clear thing.

so wato falls down into the bunker where voidfies is, and voidfies/the mask attacks wato - hence the blood (redstone) on the ground. eventually wato makes it out of there, but.. but now he has the mask again. now the mask has control of them once again. oh noes,,, but yeah, the mask now being partially wifies code-wise is my explanation for wato wearing wifies clothes as well. the world just tries to partially render him as wifies and that results in her having the wifies clothes.

but, wato carries on! they keep building the escape room, mask or no. he finishes up the escape room, tells evilfies, and evilfies is like.. 'why the fuck do you have the mask'. yet again,, oh noes! oh well. this is an opportunity for more Experimentation! atp evilfies deserves the whole mad scientist getup, labcoat and goggles and all... but i digress. anyway, wato proceeds to disappear for the next little while. i wonder where they are !! definitely not, and i quote watos tumblr post, "an elaborate array of escape rooms". which i asSUME means the uhhh absurdly big one seen in but there was more. idfk what kind of Experimentation evilfies got up to, but.. we dont talk about it. definitely involved comparing wato to the wifies clones in some way tho, in order to explain wato having the wifies head on.

so anyway, the wifies and ken videos happen as per normal (this is why wato knew the servers ip when he gave it to ken!! cause shes trapped there!!), and then.. then evilfies teleports masked wato into the escape room right before the Confrontation happens.

now, all the Experimentation that evilfies has done has fucked up the masks code even further, and now wato along with it! to say his memories are Scrambled would be.. an understatement, id say. but now, with the masks code being even more fucked, it Glitches sometimes and like, loses the way it manifests (the clothes/wifies silhouette) or its control slips and wato can Think. however due to her memories being Scrambled, when the masks control slips once theyre inside the escape room, the last thing he can remember is falling into that hole where evilfies was. its always the last thing they can remember. every single time the mask Glitches, the last thing she remembers is that hole. its the Final Memory until the mask regains control

but either way, now inside the escape room with the masks control having slipped, wato is confused as FUCK as to where he is. wasnt he just planning this escape room? now its built? and completed (twice)? wild.. so they panic, but the mask unglitches and regains control. masked wato continues solving the escape room in order to get out, uses the wifies head to get out, the norm. but on the win platform,, masked wato Glitches again. this time, its a clothing glitch. LISTEN, THIS IS MY EXPLANATION FOR THIS. I MAY BE MAKING SHIT UP WITH THAT ONE, BUT ITS IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO MENTION. either way, the Glitch happens then goes back to typical masked wato.

then.. things go as usual ! masked wato makes their way to evilfies evil lair, go up to his office, takes one of the wifies heads from the armour stands, put it on, and sits in evilfies chair. now, why, you ask? well... due to the mask being in control, and the mask being partially evilfies code right now, its reasonable to assume that itd have some sort of memory of sitting in that chair, right? that office belongs to the person whose code it is partially made out of. so it might feel like it belongs there. so masked wato sits there. then a Glitch or internal conflict of some sort happens. masked wato paces around, trying to resolve it, but fails and.. jumps out the window.

masked wato goes to the Array Of Escape Rooms that they prolly spent the last while in. its also where his spawnpoint prolly is (yet again, according to watos tumblr post. thank you, wato.), so i suppose the instinct to go there when in probable distress makes sense. there, at the Escape Room Array, wato.. somehow loses the mask. i dont know if she manages to somehow separate himself from it, but the mask is gone and is back to being its own separate being. however, due to wato having had the mask for a while and the code being Fucked Up, it takes a while for the world to stop rendering watos clothes are wifies clothes.

but as with all the other theories, there at the absurdly big escape room, is where ken finds wato, drags them back with her, and then ken and wifies Interrogate wato. watos memories are fucked up, doesnt remember anth concrete, he leaves to go on the 'looking around and having Flashbacks' adventure. during the interrogation, voidfies made its way back to the main area, and is Spying on them through the windows..

so after all this, wato is the one that gets evilfies evil clone factory. he owns it now (this is based off the same post that wato made across three platforms lmao)! woo! cleans the place up, sets her spawnpoint there, and yay they have a home [:

what happened to voidfies tho?

no clue.

BUT WITH ALL THAT OUT OF THE WAY, HAVE A TIMELINE/SUMMARY OF EVENTS ACCORDING TO THIS THEORY (gods i love tumblr having no wordlimit im so sorry abt the length of this post):

- wato gets the mask during the train escape - a long while before any of these videos, wifies gets the mask from wato, which compels him to be Evil and invent cloning in order to fake escape rooms - evilfies likes the mask and decides to tie his code to it via Experimentation, which gives the mask sentience and a physical form resembling wifies - to test if the mask stays tied to him, evilfies puts it in a bedrock chamber far away from him. wato, having been building and planning the escape room wifies commissioned on the same server, accidentally falls into this bedrock room, gets attacked, and the mask gets control of him. masked wato now has wifies clothes due to the world being unable to read the masks code properly - masked wato finishes building the escape room - evilfies finds out about wato having the mask now, and drags her off to the Array Of Escape Rooms for more Experimentation (possibly using her as a comparison point for the clone wifies, hence the wifies head (so he Blends In)) - wifies and ken videos happen - before the Confrontation, evilfies teleports masked wato into the escape room, where masked wato Glitches and the masks control slips. wato, their last memory being falling into that bedrock room, is confused as fuck. mask regains control, masked wato finishes the escape room using the wifies head, Glitches visually at the win platform, and makes his way to evilfies evil lair - at the evil lair, masked wato takes one of the wifies heads and put it on and sits in evilfies chair possibly due to the mask having residual evilfies memories from his code. then there is either a Glitch or internal conflict of some sort, and masked wato jumps out of the window - having made her way to the Escape Room (where his spawnpoint prolly is), wato manages to get rid of the mask - the world hasnt stopped rendering their clothes and those of wifies yet - and is found by ken - ken and wifies interrogate wato. wato does not remember many things. voidfies is Spying on them.. - wato goes on a bit of trip down flashback lane - wato gets ownership of the evil lair

thats that!

tldr: wato is FUCKED - now both on a memories AND code level! the mask is sentient and partially wifies, and no one know how fucked up stuff is

what this theory DOESNT explain: the White Blob (AGAIN. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING.), why theres a chute to the bedrock bunker if the door is the intended exit (we see wato go out through the door in the true creator), how on earth this theory would work if i hadnt read too much mcyt fanfic, when on earth wifies originally gets the mask from wato, how wato remembers 'building most of the escape room' when he got the mask before even starting to build it and hence not remembering building it (this one could be explained by saying her memories are coming back, actually).

is this theory probably wrong? once again: YES! do i care? not particularly! i am bullshitting! this is Wild Speculation!! its fun! evilfies deserves to be a mad scientist!

ty for reading this 2149 word post, and ty to the other members of the theorising gc! @brain-empty @fncreature and @viv-imus-illogic ! shoot me a dm with your discord username if you want to join o7

and.. thats that, yeah. im going to go cry now /nsrs

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

fic in review 2023 :)

this old tag game used to go around every year but no one's tagged me the past few years so i just. Tag My Self . because it is FUN ! it's the Shamelessly Promote Your Work game and it's fun looking at all the stats and reviewing your year in writing. it's the most indulgent tag game ever come join me

tagging: WHOEVER WANTS TO DO IT! YAY! TAG ME! 🎉but also specifically (no pressure! i will not be offended if you ignore, this is A Lot): @mvshortcut @fade-in-the-dark @altschmerzes @writer-and-thrasher @kar-krashew :)

i'm applying this to "trentcrimminallybeautiful" specifically, not the other fics on my ao3. ...mostly.

Total Number of Completed Stories:

total posted, complete or not: 40 works on ao3, but of those 40, four are collective works, so if we count each chapter/snippet as its own "completed stories", that's... 74, wow.

however, as for "complete"... not counting those snippet collections, 33. if i count the snippets i consider somewhat "complete"... probably around 57? some of them are hard to determine if they feel "complete" or not, hence why they're in snippets collection jail in the first place.

Total Word Count: according to ao3′s word count, 277,118, which is counting my works for other fandoms but is not counting the squillion wips i have unposted on ao3.

Fandoms Written In: Ted Lasso, mostly. But also The Mysterious Benedict Society. Also a Professor Layton fic.

Looking back did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expect: More! Trent really grabbed my brain. Spinning him.

What’s your own favorite story of the year, personally?:

UhhhHHHH. I'm bad at choices so here's several:

"trick & treat" and "off the record" for some overly self indulgent smut. and also the deeply embarrassing venom au oneshot

"being right" and this fic about trent being sick

superhero au oneshot, "second impressions", and a fmk oneshot for sillies, "high noon over richmond" or this time travel snippet...

Did you take any writing risks this year?: Hmm well I'd call That Goddamn Venom AU a Fucking Risk, as well as the My God What's This? Catboy Smut Oneshot With The Steel Chair

but honestly there were several fics i was unsure about, which got a variety of responses i think, although none atrociously bad

Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?: So many WIPs I want to like. actually write.

Best story of the year: Well, that's not favorite (my favorite) or most popular (everyone else's favorite) so is that supposed to mean objectively the best? Because I still am bad at judging this. At a guess, the aforementioned superhero au, one of those indulgent smut fics, or possibly this deeply stupid crack fic about rupert mannion sucking in bed. Or "ink sunset". NO WAIT. IT'S MATTERS OF THE HEART of course it is

Most popular story of the year: hm. WELL. im only doing ones on this account bc i can’t be bothered to pull up the other ones tbh but

By kudos: "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" with 1004

By subscriptions: "sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell)" with 70

By comment threads: if we're counting snippet collections, first goes to the first snippet collection with 130 and then the second one with 124. if we're not, then it's "Rupert Mannion Is Batman (He Isn't)" with 78. (although "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" is at 77--close!)

By bookmarks: "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" with 294

By hits: "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth" with 5324

So overall, probably "Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth"/ By far. Wow.

Most personal story of the year: Probably I WANTED TO BE LOVED SO DESPERATELY / THAT MY FINGERS SHOOK WITH IT or lost sight of (who you are). Wait, no. matters of the heart.

Funniest story of the year: Oh I have so many fucking crack fics. Perhaps one of my many stupid time travel aus, or painting the town richmond blue, or Rupert Mannion Is Batman (He Isn't)? Or that aforementioned stupid fmk oneshot.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Hmmm, lost sight of (who you are), wayward thoughts, and being right.

Most fun story to write: I think i have the most fun with crack and smut--not that I don't love angst, because I do, but crack is just bouncing whatever I think will be funniest and flying by the seat of my pants, and if I manage to write and post smut, it is always extremely indulgent. Can't think of any in these particular genres I haven't already mentioned.

Story with the sexiest moment: Definitely "trick & treat" or "off the record".

Sweetest story of the year: Perhaps "helpless in a game of kisses" or this meet-cute? I also quite enjoyed the ending of "the dregs at the bottom of the glass".

“Holy crap that’s wrong even for you!” story: I'm gonna take this to mean angsty instead of scandalous, and say maybe the first chapter of "make a mess of you"?

Hardest story to write: matters of the heart and its sequel has been fucking me up. Also see lost sight of (who you are).

Biggest disappointment: Some fics I really like didn't do so well, but then, a lot of them did, so I try not to dwell on it

Biggest surprise: Was really nervous about a few oneshots I really liked and worked hard on (particularly "matters of the heart" and some of that stupidly indulgent smut) but they got a pretty good reception! Also see: just how bad Trent Crimm has invaded my brain <3

[readerofoddities]

It's time to introduce the spouses the Lamb had before my AU starts! I mention 2/3 of them in the recent chapter I wrote so I was excited to draw them!

Info and art about them below the cut

Eloise was the first spouse and was the first follower! She was the first person the Lamb had ever felt romantic love for (aside from their god but they didn't realize they loved him until a bit later). She and the Lamb were basically co-leaders until she died and she would lead the cult while they were crusading.

The Lamb told her literally everything, including the fact that they realized that they were in love with their god too (she was cool with it). She was the first person the Lamb considered resurrecting but she asked not to be, hence why the Lamb doesn't believe in resurrection

She died shortly after Heket was defeated (it took them 70-ish years to go through Darkwood and Anura initially)

Tye was born during the Lamb’s several year mourning period for Eloise. He was the first follower the Lamb became close to as a friend, but Tyr saw them as a romantic option. The Lamb agreed to marry him when he proposed because they thought it would raise morale. Unfortunately, Tyr got sick and died before they could get married officially. The Lamb granted him honorary spouse status despite that

Pearl joined a couple years before Kumo at age 10 with her family. She and Kumo were very close as they got older but she didn't like him the way he liked her. She asked the Lamb to marry her because she wanted to raise her status. The Lamb agreed because she was well-respected in the cult.

Pearl dies of a heart attack twenty years before the story starts. (Fun fact: she's aroace and came out after she married the Lamb)

And here's some older art of them with their original designs and the way I used to draw the Lamb & Nari (this unposted to Insta, btw, because i never cared to post it (i didn't like it))

[schrodingersfic]

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received

I saw this going around and wanted to try!

all below wips are for dp! I’m only putting ones I’m actively trying / hoping to work on atm in the poll, hence why there’s not a lot ^^

[scripted-downfall]

✨MAKE ME WRITE✨ Ask Game

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤: 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕀ℙ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟛 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥.

*sigh* I suppose I'll say thank you to @typicalopposite for the tag, even if she was mean about it >:( (/lh, but also, limiting how much I can write is just unfair!!!) I'll no-pressure tag @witchy-writer-lady, @exhaustedpirate, and @starpirateee, if y'all want to join!

My W.I.Ps (taken mostly from the posted ones because I have too many unposted):

🍏 - Like a Flame Through the Soul (Hatchetverse - Wiley mentors Hannah corruption AU)

🎆 - Bye-ya Darlin' (Hatchetverse - Holloweane reverse AU series)

👀 - Unnamed Surprise (Pulp Musicals - Anna Hanover angst in the style of Doctor Who's iconic Donna Noble)

☕ - A Heart Full of Love (Good Omens - post s2 fix-it fic)

🐍 - Legally Ineffable (Good Omens x Legally Blonde fusion fic)

📸- Aperture (Stranger Things - Eddie lives spirit photography fic)

⚔️ - Life is a Storm (Once Upon a Time x Count of Monte Cristo fusion fic)

🍾 - Miscellaneous Pulp Fortnight prompt (I'm currently working on "Possession" atm, hence the emoji)

I'm supposed to be trimming these down; why are there still so many?? Make me work on these please 😭

[aemiron-main]

btw I have so much fucking analysis I haven’t posted like I have more unposted than posted analysis but the analyses end up connecting and I end up having to postpone one while I work on the other. this happens constantly. it’s happened with every single analysis doc. hence why they end up taking WAY longer than I initially think they will because one second im writing about Karen and Mike next second I’m writing about the creel murders then next second I hit a detail that sends me down a 400 foot rabbithole that results in me trying to find a place to watch “for the love of benji” (1977)

Me sitting here trying not to spoil my own analysis 24/7 bc I know it won’t make any sense without the full context but also some of the stuff I’ve found makes me Absolutely Fucking Insane Every Day

[harpywritesfic]

📝 (Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context)

ask game is here

this... isn't really a snippet (700 words). hence the readmore.

Stephen spun a portal into his bedroom at the sanctum, planning to wash up and eat before going to bed, calling Tony at some point. The adrenaline faded to soreness and exhaustion, prompting Stephen to shorten his to-do list until the only thing on it was sleep. He pulled off his boots with a bit of help from the cloak and fell onto the bed. The cloak, tired as it was, settled over him. 

He woke to a worse pain than he remembered last night- yesterday, maybe, Stephen didn’t know how long he’d slept or what time he returned. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and grimaced as his bruised and aching muscles stretched. His side hurt where he’d been hit. The cloak hadn’t let him be thrown far, but he was certain the bruise would be spectacular. 

Stephen was regretting the fact that he hadn’t iced it before bed. 

There was no way Stephen could hold his phone over his head, and rather than getting up or rolling over, gave it to the cloak to hold. The device was nearly dead, left behind while he was working, but it would live long enough. If it didn’t, he wasn’t going to move to plug it in. 

7:44 pm. Stephen unlocked it, figuring he might as well call Tony like he’d promised to as soon as he got back. 

He didn’t even open the phone app before a call came through from Tony. Stephen accepted the call and took the phone, put it on speaker and set it down. 

“Stephen? How’d it go, are you okay?” Tony’s voice, despite the obvious worry, was warm and soothing. This was the first time since they became such close friends that Stephen had sorcerer duties that kept him away for more than a day or two. “Stephen? Say something, you’re scaring me.”

Deep breath. “I’m fine.”

“So believable. Did you just get back, or did you have to make some sort of wizard project report?”

“No report, but I did get home a while ago and went to bed. I’m not sure how long I slept. Sorry I didn’t call.”

“That’s okay, you called now, I can’t be mad at you for sleeping first.”

“I didn’t call. You did. How-“

“This is gonna sound creepy. I held out for fifteen hours after you left before I remote-hacked your phone and ran a program to notify me when you opened it.”

Stephen raised his eyebrows in false surprise, forgetting that Tony couldn’t see him and that there was a cut on his forehead that stung at the movement. 

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yes. I’m still in bed.”

“Perfect. Did you eat when you got home? I mean, you’ll be hungry whether you did or not, what do you want me to bring?”

“I have food here, Tony. Aside from the fact that I’m not accepting visitors right now.”

“You don’t really think that’ll stop me, do you?”

“Don’t you dare. I don’t want to get up yet, you can just stay in your tower and worry from there.”

“No can do, magic man. You really don’t have to get up, though. It’s not like I have any right to judge.”

“Why do you feel the need to force yourself upon me?”

“Wow, Stephanie. That hurt.” A joke that wasn’t a joke. 

“Sorry. I really don’t mind, it’s just that I’d prefer to stay in bed and I’m not sure why you want to come over so badly-“

“Okay, let’s both try doing this thing where we remember that we’re friends, right? I care about you and I know you’re not just fine after a week-long interdimensional whatever you were doing. I like taking care of people that I care about. As one of those people, you will be subjected to my help. It’s a win-win. You get help, I get to remind my overly fearful brain that you’re safe.” The call ended just as light invaded his room from the opening door. Tony shut it behind him. Stephen was tired, and it hurt to move. Besides, moving to sit up would only prove he wasn’t fine. 

“Jesus, Steph, you don’t look so good.” Tony set a pizza box down on the nightstand and sat cross-legged on Stephen’s huge mattress. 

“I’m okay.” Hardly more reassuring than silence, but it was something.

“I have zero reason to believe that. What happened?”

[cryptid-s-wips]

…could you share a little bit of unposted oc lore?? As a treat?

Yes :) I absolutely can and I'm gonna use this as an excuse to ramble about Seraph, even though this ask is a month old at this point. whoops!

Yes, their name is a type of angel, but they had kind of weird parents. They've hated their name for their whole life, but at this point, they feel like they have some sort of attachment to it that they can't let go of.

Their older brother, Araton, who I call their older brother, even though their gender is more complicated than that, is a wanted criminal--and yet they're the family disappointment because "at least he did something with his life"

Speaking of their unconventional family, their parents have always been interested in humans and human religion, especially when it comes to their interpretations versus the actual world of H2H, hence why they named Seraph specifically after the human (specfially Jewish and Christian) concept and not, you know, the actual angels in the novel.

They've worked an office job for most of their adult life before the events of the novel when they finally transfer to a new position other than DR (demon resources, like human resources but for demons)

While they are nonbinary I wouldn't consider them trans (and they wouldn't consider themselves trans either) because, since demons (and angels) are metaphysical beings, they don't have biological sex, only a concept of gender (and even that can be a little funky)

[clocks-haunt]

I don't remember why I made these, who they were for, or when I drew them; these have been sitting in my vent folder unposted for a long time but look to be of the same theme

A therapist complex is not fun and will never be fun. It is not endearing and will never be endearing. When my treatments don't work or when someone says, in a self-hating stupor, that nobody cares about them/they have nobody to depend on, it feels like a direct dig at me and my inability to help them, and will either make me double down and force myself to try harder, or make me give up and pathetically lay down for a few days feeling useless and unappreciated

It's incredibly distressing to me when my attempts to play therapist don't go as I planned because I do it at the expense of my own mental health every single time so dismissal or failure is a bit devastating. Hence, I now go out of my way to keep myself from helping others when I know it's a self-destructive pipe dream. I was born with hyper-sympathy. I'm learning apathy, for my own mental health.

[shadeswift99]

hello it is i, from ao3. as promised, i come bearing gifts (questions)

what's the demon realm like? is it like the overworld, just populated by demons instead of humans/hybrids/etc? or is it more like the nether or end, or something different altogether? what about culture, society? how do they live together? is there some sort of social hierarchy? typical family constelations? are there any traditions demons have?

is communication between the demon realm and the primary plane possible? if so, how? can you travel from one realm to the other, or is it only possible through summoning?

how did team zit meet? when did they decide to summon impulse into hermitcraft with them? was impulse ever on the primary plane before? aside from impulse (and mumbo), are there any other demons on hermitcraft (that we know about)?

if not, then i wonder how impulse will react after finding out about mumbo. maybe he'll get excited about having another demon buddy on the server with him?

i have other questions but. i thought maybe all of them at once would be overwhelming ._.

Hello!! I haven't once stopped thinking about the Red Thread AU since I came up with it...less than a week ago, so the excuse to ramble is very much appreciated!

That being said: I'm afraid the answer to most of this stuff is either "spoilers" or "not really thought out yet". However, I will answer what I can! Long-winded Red Thread nonsense under the cut :D

The Demonic Plane is mostly nether-esque, but not always...fire flavoured, in all places. It's a space heavily themed around pure elemental energy (put a pin in the idea of "elemental" for later) and what you might call chaos magic, so the composition of different areas as well as the normally predictable laws of things like gravity vary. It gets a little amorphous and difficult to describe to humans at times, but the demons who try tend to speak fondly of it, so I guess it's a pretty good living environment for them!

Alrighty, what else out of that can I actually answer...family. Demons are born of elemental magic and are capable of independent survival from birth, so they don't really have families, but I think they often end up living in large groups based on location or shared interest. There isn't really a set hierarchy or firm borders between groups - their social structure is loose and ever-shifting, much like their home. Age, size, and demonic type (there are many) are the only real deciding factors in terms of difference between them. Fun fact: age and size are very linked! Demons operate on lobster immortality! And by that I mean: they have an infinite natural lifespan (aside from illness and injury) and the only thing limiting their size is age and available space + resources. Extrapolate how you will. :]

Interplanar travel! And communication. You'll See. Yeah that's about all I can say there. What I can tell you is that communication between the Primary and Demonic planes specifically is patchy and requires travel. There isn't a (known, advisable, or permitted) technological or magical option for remote communication currently.

And, ZIT. Yeah. There are threads in there. Big, long, red ones. I think a lot of your questions will be answered or able to be guessed at once Impulse and Zed start getting involved in the plot (only a few chapters left to go!) but I want to tread carefully around extra information for them, since they both end up being key players in their own special ways. Tango is also pretty important, he's just also...a regular human dude who's very much Actively In Space for the majority of the action, so he's a little backgrounded for the time being. I can tell you that ZIT did meet up before Hermitcraft, with Zed meeting Impulse first, and that Impulse was suppose to spend only a few weeks on the Primary Plane but ended up liking it so much he stayed! And I can definitively confirm that there are no other demons on the server aside from him and Mumbo. The others have their share of weird and wild going on too though, don't you worry. I can't wait to get deeper into all their complications and how they all interact....

Shaderamble complete! Thank you so much for your questions, this is honestly my favourite part about a story/universe/project/Thingy like this, just the way the flexibility and scale lets me bat around ideas and info when I'm not writing. Feel free to ask more, if you'd like to spin the "is that a spoiler" wheel again!

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hope & redemption

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childish fear | l. juyeon

⚔ pairing: stranger!juyeon x single mom! fem! reader ⚔ genre: fluff ⚔ wc : 3.2k ⚔ tw: none ⚔ a/n: im so sorry it's been so long but my work keeps me super busy and i hate my unposted fics that i wrote in the past, hence my absence. i promise to come back here asap!! <33 ⚔ requested: no

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“Mommy, where are we going?” your daughter asked for the nth time as you guided her foot by the ankle in her shoe. Her tiny hand leant on your shoulder while you fastened the Velcro straps and zipped up her jacket, walking out of your apartment to the corridor of your floor. She watched you locked the front door and sliding the keys in your handbag before grabbing her hand to the elevator.

“As I’ve told you, we’re heading to a coffee shop to see Uncle Kevin and Jinseon, remember?” she clapped in her hands as if she just learnt the news, despite her asking this question over five times since she woke up. You forgave her because she was at the age where she would find everything fascinating and barely pay attention to what you said. You chuckled and shook your head with a smile as her curious eyes observed the elevator, touching the mirror and gasping at the coldness of it under her palm. It was almost guaranteed that she didn’t listen and will ask again in a couple of minutes.

“Where are we going?” here we go again, her tiny voice reaching your ear above the roaring motor of the bus. She grabbed your leg as you were typing something on your phone with one hand, the other gripping the metallic bar as tight as possible as your daughter was not the most balanced child.

“Baby, I’ve told you many times that we are going to see Kevin and Jinseon at the coffee shop because Mommy and Uncle Kevin have to do something for work,” you looked at her with stern eyes, something you always did when she wasn’t paying attention.

“But why aren’t we going to their house? It’s so big!” she argued, and the bus doors opened, quickly sliding your phone in your back pocket and jumped out of the bus with your daughter in your arms.

“Uncle Kevin wants to change the interior of the house, so people work there, and it’s not safe for them and us to meet there. But I promise that we’ll go back there soon!”

“I won’t be able to draw with Jinseon?” you shook your head from side to side, and your daughter pouted, nuzzling her face in your neck.

“Not at his house, but maybe he brought a colouring book like yours today!” you exclaimed, and her mood lifted instantly, getting all giddy and happy to share her passion with her best friend.

Pushing the door of the coffee shop, you were instantly met with a reassuring warmth and the good smell of coffee, placing your daughter back on the ground as you lined up to order. The place was quite busy, but you were right before the time people were fighting to get a table.

“Mommy, this table!” she asked and pointed her little finger towards a table near the window, her little topknot moving on her head as she looked up at you.

“Good choice, baby,” you said, and she grabbed your hand again, noticing her gaze shifting to something scared. You frowned as she went to stand in front of you, her hands gripping your thighs as she stared up at you.

You asked for your usual order and a strawberry smoothie for your daughter, who happily giggled when she saw the sliced fruit inside of her transparent cup. She laughed and ran to the table you had agreed on occupying, her little hands pressed on the seat as she hoisted herself alone on it.

A few minutes after giving your daughter her pens and colouring books, your phone rang in your back pocket, getting you out of your bubble of focus as you stopped typing.

“Hello?” you said, and your best friend’s voice reached your ear.

“Hi Y/N, I’m really sorry to warn you only now, but I won’t be able to make it with Jinseon.” A wave of disappointment flooded your heart, but you didn’t raise it.

“Oh my. Did something happen?” you asked as your daughter was too busy colouring a monkey pink to even hear what you were talking about.

“Thankfully no, I uhm… I forgot that my in-laws invited us to a five-star restaurant today,” he said, and you bitterly chuckled, feeling sorry for him as you knew the exhausting relationship he had with them.

“Sounds fun,” you sarcastically said as you heard him sigh on the other side of the phone, “don’t worry, we can always meet up another time.”

“Won’t Chunae be disappointed?” Kevin asked, and you emitted a laugh, quickly looking to the side as someone at the table next to yours drew a chair.

“I’ll handle her, don’t worry about it. Have fun with your most favourite people in the world, then!” you sarcastically said, and you heard him sigh.

“Thanks, but I’d rather die than witnessing my mother-in-law brag again about the new diamond necklace she bought and lie on how she’s not close to bankrupting,” you giggled and winked at your daughter, amused by the situation. That was what you got to have your stepson handling the family accounts and his best friend as an assistant counsellor. You both could see her lie to everyone, and it was funny.

“Try to make her understand that you know she’s lying in front of everyone else and see how she reacts,” you suggested and heard him gasp at your words.

“I beg you Y/N, can you please schedule us an appointment so I can ruin her?”

“Of course,” you opened another tab on your computer, typing and clicking on a few things to finally get to your best friend’s schedule.

“You can tell her that she can come on Friday at 1 pm to discuss about her financial state. I just sent her an email,” you announced, and Kevin sighed, imagining him biting his lower lip and clutch his fist in satisfaction.

“You’re the best. I gotta go now,” you took a sip of your drink and wished him good luck before hanging up.

“M-Mommy?” you heard your daughter whisper, barely making out her words as the coffee shop music and the hustling was quite loud. You smiled, but it immediately vanished as you saw her scared state, pen lingering on the pages of her colouring book. Her eyes were drawn to the table next to yours, her mouth trembling from time to time, close to crying.

Following her gaze, you noticed a man around your age and immediately understood your daughter’s fear as you took in the sight. The man was scrolling on his phone, his white t-shirt hugging his broad shoulders and slender torso perfectly. His biceps flexed each time he swiped up his finger on the screen or took a sip of coffee, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. You weren’t going to lie that he was super handsome, but something else couldn’t go unnoticed in your eyes.

His tattoos.

He was covered in them. Your eyes could scarcely spot some natural, intact skin. Arms, forearms, chest and neck, only his face remained untouched. His jet-black hair was as dark as his eyes, yet they still held something soft and human in them. A thin nose with plumped, pinkish lips, it would have been almost impossible for you to guess that he had tattoos all over his body if you only saw his face.

You found him quite attractive to say the least, but it was quite the opposite for your daughter. She found tattoos terrifying, only accepting the small, hidden ones Kevin had. Her eyes welled up with tears, and you gently called her name, gesturing her to come closer. She jumped out of her seat, carefully going around the table from the opposite side where the man was sitting and walked towards you.

“Baby, those are just tattoos. You see what you draw and colour in your books with Jinseon? This man decided to do it on his skin because he likes drawings too!” you explained gently as your daughter couldn’t tear her gaze off the man.

“But it’s scary,” she mumbled, and you shook your head, gently cradling her cheek.

“Do you find the drawings on Uncle Kevin’s skin scary?” you asked, and she disagreed, finally looking up at you.

“It’s the same for him. Like Uncle Kevin, he decided to get them on his skin because he likes the shapes and colours. Do you understand?” you smiled as she wiped her teary eyes, nodding, trying to look confident. But you knew your daughter, she was still scared.

“Do you want to switch seats with Mommy?”

“No,” she said in a frail voice, and you kissed her cheek while rubbing her back. It was always the same. Bizarrely, when she feared something, she wanted to stay close to it as if she was determined of getting over her irrational fear.

Chunae walked back on her seat and resumed colouring, her gaze looking to her left from time to time. You smiled and stared at your computer again, getting distracted by the man as well, but not for the same reasons as your daughter.

“You’re a mother Y/N, don’t let those stupid thoughts get inside your head,” you closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself, heavily sighing as you answered some emails, focusing back on your work.

You were so concentrated on your tasks that you didn’t even notice what was happening in front of you. Chunae became terrified as the man caught her staring, his eyes transforming into crescent moons when he softly waved at her. Her eyes widened and started colouring faster, her nose almost touching the paper as if she wanted everything around her to disappear. It happened once, twice, but she remembered what you always told her; never talk to strangers. So when the young man whispered a small ‘hi!’ to her, she panicked and called for you.

“Mommy!” she got you out of your work bubble, and you stared at her from above your computer screen, fingers still typing on the computer. Your hands stopped when you noticed her little forefinger pointing at the man, whose chocolate eyes were quick to shift to yours.

Shit, he was really handsome.

“What is it, sweetpea?” you asked and lowered your computer screen. “I’m sorry for her behaviour, she's not usually like that,” you said, grabbing her hand as you sent an apologetic smile to the man.

He shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, I get it. She’s still quite young,” you were sized by a shiver when two sets of white, perfectly aligned teeth almost blinded you as his mouth stretched into a bigger smile.

“I’m five!” she said, pouting, crossing her arms on her chest, staring at the table with furrowed brows.

The young man’s eyes widened, and pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile as he acknowledged her stubbornness. You puffed and rolled your eyes at her behaviour, noticing with a smirk that she was still glancing at his tattoos.

“What’s your name?” he asked after looking at you, asking for permission. Your daughter’s unsure eyes stared at you, and you nodded, allowing her to talk to him.

“Ch-Chunae,” she answered, and his mouth transformed into a surprised ‘o’, letting out a small gasp.

“That’s a very pretty name, I’m Juyeon,” he said, and your daughter blushed, a veil of shyness appearing in her eyes as he held out his hand for her to shake it. You smiled as he indirectly complimented you for choosing her name, his gaze softening as she timidly grabbed his hand. Her eyes couldn’t help but scrutinise his tattooed hand with attention, making the man smile fondly and brightly.

“I have drawings all over my arms, do you want to see them?” he asked, keeping a great eye on you to see any sign of reluctance. Or maybe it was for something else, but you didn’t need to know about this.

“But they’re scary,” she said, and Juyeon whole-heartedly laughed, drawing the sleeve of his t-shirt to the top of his shoulder.

“Look at this one,” he said as he twisted his biceps, noticing a dragon spitting fire and your daughter’s eyes widened. He then turned his forearm to show her a dolphin near the crook of his elbow, smiling as he watched your daughter’s expression change as she saw all his tattoos on his arms. She was now mesmerised by the tattoos, the gentle, deep voice of the man explaining to her as she stared at his inked arms.

“Do you wanna colour this one?” he asked, finger showing the rose on the back of his hand.

“Really?” Chunae was surprised by his question, and Juyeon smiled at you, your daughter already grabbing her red pen.

“You really don’t have to,” you embarrassingly said, but the man shook his head, resting his large hand in front of your daughter, who pushed all her belongings to the side.

“If that can keep her quiet while you work, I don’t mind,” he stated, and you raised your eyebrows, a grateful smile drawn on your face.

Colouring the red rose ended up inking the poor man’s entire arm, who had a lot of patience and discipline when it came to children. Chunae went over the line with her pen a few times, only to have him reassure and praise her to continue when she started feeling guilty.

“Oh no!” she gasped as her hand clumsily went over the scales of the snake circling his forearm, Juyeon chuckling before wetting his thumb to erase the misdrawn ink. “It’s okay, it’s okay, keep going,” he said in a gentle tone, smiling at your daughter as she was looking for reassurance.

You had told him a few times that he didn’t have to stay the entire day only here to occupy your daughter, but he genuinely was alright with that. He looked almost happy to talk with you and your daughter since you had stopped working a few moments ago to exchange a few words of politeness with him before heading home.

“Chunae, finish your smoothie before we go home,” you said, and she obeyed, nodding as she placed her pen down and started sipping on her drink.

“I’m really sorry for this,” you gestured to his arms, but he was quick to cut you.

“Ma’am, it's okay, please stop apologising, I gave my agreement for her to do this. You seem like busy parents with your husband, I’m glad I could help,” he smiled, and you frowned.

“H-Husband?” you asked and Juyeon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“O-oh? Wasn’t it your husband on the phone?” you shook your head at his words, only to have him purse his lips in utter embarrassment. “Sorry for assuming,” he said, the tip of his ears turning pink just like his cheeks.

“It’s okay, it was my best friend. I’m actually a single mom,” you explained, and he nodded, his features expressing admiration.

“Wow, you must be super strong then,” he said, and you blinked a few times, discerning something sad appearing in his eyes as he stared at your daughter. It was inappropriate and way too intrusive to ask him about his reaction, so you just offered him a grateful smile.

“I have to admit that it’s not always easy being alone in this, but with a bit of discipline and organisation, you can manage to make it work!” you tried to enlighten the mood, and Juyeon laughed along, but his smile had lost its splendour.

He cleared his throat, and you stood up, your daughter being finally done with her smoothie. You helped her place her pens in the pouch before clearing your belongings off the table, Juyeon standing up as well.

“Will I get to colour your tattoos again?” Chunae asked, and you looked at her sternly, but Juyeon laughed and smiled, gently ruffling her hair.

“This only depends on if your Mommy wants to see me again,” Juyeon crouched down to her level and made sure to get her hair out of the way before zipping her light jacket up to the chin.

You were taken aback by his answer, looking at him in the eyes. Vaguely smiling, he stood back up and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, thumbs playing with the belt loops as he waited for your answer. You breathed in heavily as you stared around you but in his eyes, trying to find an excuse.

“I mean… why not?” you eventually said, and his face brightened, his ears going pink at your answer. You grabbed your daughter’s hand as she was about to run to Juyeon and walked to the exit of the coffee shop, not believing what you’ve just agreed to.

Meeting a man? After your ex? With all the work and busy life that you had? Were you crazy?

Juyeon held out the door for you, and you thanked him, your daughter now almost best friend with the man she feared when he appeared. You sighed and replaced your bag on your shoulder, offering a soft smile to the man.

“Is it okay if we wait a bit before all of... this? I have the deadline of a big project that is coming up next week and it has a considerable influence on the future of my career, I really don’t want to mess it up,” you explained, and Juyeon nodded, his hand going to your bag to shove your key ring back inside since it was falling out.

“It’s more than okay, I’ll wait as long as it takes you to finish this and be ready to meet up with me,” he said, and your mouth fell open, surprised by his attitude. The last man you dated and loved unconditionally dropped the family he had created with you for a career abroad and another woman, his words and behaviour offering warmth to your broken, lonely heart.

You got your phone out and took Juyeon’s number, a relieved smile painted on your face. Maybe not all the men were as selfish and nasty as your ex.

“Call me if you need anything. It can be help, someone to look after her, comfort. Whatever you need, I’ll try to help you out as much as I can,” he said and rested a hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it.

“Thank you,” you said, and he nodded with a smile.

“Good luck with everything,” you beamed and waved at him, your daughter imitating you as you started walking to the bus stop, hailing the vehicle as it was approaching.

Juyeon walked in the opposite way to the small parking lot in front of the coffee shop, his leg swinging over his motorcycle. He sat there for a minute, watching you get on the bus before the doors closing behind you, holding his helmet in hand. You were a busy, ambitious woman, you had set your priorities high, and you were not going to change them for a man. He was a bit scared of committing to a relationship with a busy woman and a child, yet that didn’t prevent him from wanting to get to know you and finding you attractive. He loved it even if he was a bit anxious about getting hurt, as it happened in his past way too many times to his likings.

His gloved hand moved side to side as the bus drove past him, your daughter on your hip as you both waved at him. The smile you had plastered on your face reassured him, hoping that you would give his heart a break and not break it.

[arschbiene]

Unposted Art Dump

I have been struggling in the art department, so I’ve decided to clean my slate.

Here’s some chibis, unfinished draws and other unposted stuff from 2021-2022:

I’m not happy with this gojo i had to draw it under a rush and i’ll probably do another verison

i might still finish this idk but for now 

I really tried hard to make this happen and did a million versions on and off over literal MONTHS which is scary to think about  but I think there’s just too much to fix, too much to change and my original concept and all the emotions i wanted to convey were lost and I’m burnt on this drawing. I originally wanted this to be a comic but it wasn’t meant to be. It sucks bc i feel like my anatomy isn’t where it should be and I’ve fallen into some really bad and toxic art habits for a while now hence why I’ve slowed down so much. I’m going to be banning myself from this style until I’m more comfortable in it. 

These are the last two hetalia drawings I ever did which is crazy I think i might be moving on from the fandom but It’ll forever have a very affectionate place in my heart. 

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8, 16, 19, 23, 24 for the meta asks? 💕

Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

whdkfjvgkhk YEP hence why i write it bc it's mostly rarepairs 😭

Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

i have started 2 sense8 fics, one that is immediately post canon aka kala's poly and demi crisis aka the world's weirdest morning after, and one just about adhd aroace dani's relationship w lito and hernando 🥰 dunno if they'll go anywhere bc they're kinda just blobs but i like the ideas :)

Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

snzzzzzzzzz i feel like there is so much sleeping in my fics 🤣 also i've posted at least five perelyan get together fics and i have at least 3 more in my wips but hey it's my happy place :')

What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

*heavy sigh* The Light of the Sun :') in terms of still active and unposted ones... probably my trans perelyan fic which i am still determined to finish one day :'))

Would you say your writing has changed over time?

definitely, i've got a lot more comfortable and confident with writing what i wanna write and not worrying so much about it being to niche or bonkers or w/e :') also the last few wips i've started have been... different, idk how exactly if it's just bc they span more time or locations or have more backstory but i def feel it's changed fairly recently asw

ty for the ask! 💕

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