#hopefully this is legible tho

[lion-buddy]

DAMNIT I wanna see the evil design so BAD but I don't have TWITTER FUCCKKFKGHF

ah!! dw youre not missing much, everything ive seen has only been fanart :] speaking of that i tried my best to draw what ive been seeing

also bonus design i keep seeing as well. no idea whats going on but im here for whatever this creature is

[silverislander]

zombie essay is taking me to some weird places. i'm out here defending the ancient kandarian demon summoning book

[byanyan]

ok I'm gonna finish the last verse update tomorrow... didn't have dinner until fuckin 10pm and now I'm a lil drunk playin some ow so. yeah lmao

[oetscop]

hey! absolutely love your art and your rainer interpretation- can you talk about your headcanons lore-wise involving rainer and mike? honestly you can talk about more than just those two as well i'm very curious about your interpretations honestly.

YOOO I LOVE UR RAINER ALSO thank u.....

this will hopefully not be complete word salad. bc my brains fried already, but my views on petscop characters are esoteric and best and downright incomprehensible at worst. so idk how legible this will be JDKSHSKSBSK

uhh ill start with like. jill is significantly older than anna and lina. rainers actually fairly close in age to anna.

rainers biological dad isnt in the picture and actually went missing a few years after him and jill divorced. it runs in the family i guess. but since tom was there longer hes only ever called him dad, and both jill and him took the last name hammond when they got married. and mike was actually an accident! a welcome one tho. jill and tom were in their 40s and rainer was like 16 or so.

they were very close tho! he was very close with his immediate family. for the brief time he was in college he still lived at home despite the commute.

mike would sit and watch him work on the game all the time. he wanted him to teach him how to code (thats why he created the "petscop kids" after school program! at first anyway...) but 5-6 year olds dont exactly have the attention span for explaining how the dev kit console works. unless theyre belle i guess. but he did get into art! and considering rainers also an artist he encouraged it. mike would sometimes draw his own pets to be put in the game, but since it never went past evencare they never showed up. he did sorta base toneth on mike, and that was before he based any of the other pets on other family members.

mike went missing shortly after rainers mental health was declining. he ran away after some argument with his mom, and nobody remembers what the argument was even about. since this was after marvin hit the dog with the car, and he was beginning to experience psychosis, he immediately made the connection and believed marvin had something to do with it. the cops found it a little suspicious that rainer somehow just knew he had been struck by a car, and he was the only suspect for quite a while. tom had to vouch for him pretty hard and get him a lawyer.

as for vaguer things. the newmaker plane was started in an attempt to find out where mike wouldve run to. he was already recording movements in game, so he put all of mikes in game behaviors into a to scale version of their town, trying to train it to show him where he couldve gone. this obviously didnt work. didnt help that it was completely flat terrain and like had only their house, the marks house, the school and like a couple roads. it actually lead him to the opposite side of the town than where his body was located.

marvin is ALSO severely mentally ill and was convinced that care was lina reborn before any of this happened. obviously anna didnt believe that since shes still. yknow. alive. but rainer introduced the A/B/NLM concept to him, and they both began to believe care was just lina A reborn. pre traumatic event lina. they were both trying to see if they could somehow force something like that to occur, in an attempt to bring mike A back. when belle didnt work, they figured she was too old, so they moved to care. part of this whole "changing your past" thing involved plucking out her eyebrows (lina A had trich) and essentially trying to reenact aforementioned traumatic event. thats why marvin kidnapped her to keep her in the school. and it didnt work! just traumatized the fuck outta the kid. they never had the chance to do anything to "bring mike back" by the end of it, which lead to Bathroom Tomb Event. however, last belle heard, he was pretty certain paul was actually mike A. she tried her best to keep that from paul before they became distant.

i feel like the core of a lot of this is that i really dont believe that the rebirthing process does anything at all. with enough manipulation you may start developing false memories, sure, but its not actually working. in retrospect it makes rainers character a lot sadder. just a terrified kid trying in vain to bring his baby brother back. its not easy losing someone so young in such a horrible way without knowing who took his life.

BUT UUHHH YEAH ^}^ can you tell ive been thinking abt petscop pretty much nonstop since the end of 2022 i bet you cant

[transbeamrooikat]

Shyfade is finally here! I've been working on this one for a while, and I hope you guys like it! This is only pg. 1 and 2 of what I hope is going to be quite a long comic :3

Some spoiler free infodumping under the cut :D

AAAAAAAAAA shy is so sillay I love him <3333

Although - before i say anything else, I will clarify that the reason the clan is called "Successionclan" is because this was originally supposed to be a Lifegen run with Roman Roy from Succession, which kinda got outta hand (she's gonna show up later i prommy <33) and I've stuck to the name cause i find it funny :3

Also, warrior scerimonies are really weird when you think about it - the whole head kiss/shoulder lick thing just comes off as weird to me, because like - dude thats a kid?? also it very much gives off cult vibes. It was kinda hard to portray here, this is my first comic so I'm definitely still figuring things out, but the motion :(( had to scrap two panels that i really loved for this to make it flow better. Killing my darlings :(. But Shy's dicomfort with it was sooooo fun to explore!! It's almost theraputic? exploring my own religeous trauma through him lmao

I also have an irrational hatred for Sandstar (the brown cat) for some reason - me and Shy are united on that front lmao. Mskeing me a homophobic dog fr fr lmao.

Also shoutout to @chaotickitchenware ! If she didn't suggest I make this months ago it probably would never have happened, lmao, and she and @black-mass-things have massively helped me to make decisions with it, so big credits to them <3333

I ran out of space on the alt for the first page, hopefully its still legible tho 👍 let me know if there's anything I can improve on, cause I'm quite inexperienced with writing alts.

Clip Studio currently won't let me back into the actual file for the first page (I think it git corrupted ????) so I can't fix the spelling mistake that I just noticed in the fifth panel 😔😔😔 I also normally put progress vids here but i can't for the first page atm, I'll see if I can for the second page tho. (although I'll probably only add it later, I'm in a bit of a rush cause I gotta get ready to go somewhere and I dont have access to my puter at all rn 😔😔)

[angelicxdisaster]

Goodbye Letter

BSD SEASON 2 SPOILERS

this is the first chapter of the bsd fic! the working title is "I can still smell the fire (though I know It's long died out)". Yes, it's a Mitski lyric, I love her. This is Oda's letter to the OC before his fight with Gide.

CW: angst, mentions of death and killing, i don't think there's anything else tho

enjoy!

Kanako, 

If you are reading this, then I am probably dead. Pops and the kids are, too. Mimic got to them, and now they’ve gotten to me, as well. I know where the leader of Mimic is going; I’m going to find him and kill him. In other circumstances, if the mafia wanted him dead, you would get the job, but not even you would stand a chance against him. He and I share the same ability, and I fear he would still defeat you with even one of his senses gone. At first, I didn’t want to be the one who killed him, but I saw those kids die right before my eyes, and I couldn’t go on living without bringing them some sort of justice. 

I’m sorry to leave without telling you. Hopefully, this letter will find you after Gide is dead, so he won’t be after you, either. I must say to you, this is not how I pictured I would die, but at least I’ll go out in a somewhat interesting way. I always wanted to die a boring death, but going out like this doesn’t actually seem so bad; maybe this way will make my memory last longer. 

I have to ask you a few favors, though. I know you are going to read that and scoff at the idea that even in death, I’d be nagging you, but it’s the last time, I promise. Leave it behind. Live an ordinary life. I know it’s not fair of me to ask, but I don’t want to die with one more regret other than not being able to say goodbye to you in person; and dying without knowing you’re living a good life, well, I would consider my life a failure. 

And the other thing: don’t be afraid to use your cane. It doesn’t make you weak; I don’t even know if you can be weak. You and your brother are the strongest people I know, but you get lost in your loneliness while he finds solace in it. I might have been able to reach you, but only you can pull Dazai out before he drowns in his own mind. 

I’m sorry to leave you like this. I hope you can forgive me. But know that even though it may look like I have left easily, this is the fourth time I’ve tried to write this letter. The first time I didn’t even know what to write, and even finishing the fourth one, I still don’t know if I’ve said everything I want to. The other letters were too messy and covered in tears to be legible. This one may still have a few blots on it, but hopefully, you are still able to read it. 

I love you,

Oda

Of course, I forgive you. 

[toyama-division]

The day was beginning to turn over in the city of Toyama and Asato Rikiya’s birthday was at an all-time high.

Not quite.

It really was an ordinary day for the birthday boy, save for the endless stream of presents delivered to him throughout the day.

And get there was another neatly-wrapped package just sitting right outside of The Rikiya house.

No longer surprised after receiving gift after gift all day, he brought the package inside without so much another thought.

Plastered on top of the gift box was an open-faced card addressed to him in green sloppy yet still legible handwriting.

“Praise the Melon Lord!

Hehe~ A little birdie did tell me it was your birthday and of course, there’s really only one thing one can gift you, right? Hopefully you will find your new friends in the box can keep you company and lift your spirits sometime. Happy birthday, Rikiya-kun!

P.S.

I was going to have my good friend Shian send these to you in my stead, but she took one look at these and chose to save face instead”

Inside the gift box were a set watermelon-themed garden gnomes.

To go along with them, he also received a set of crochet watermelon slices with faces on them, each holding onto tiny cards with motivational quotes, along with… melon puns?

The farmer was very confused by the gnomes, but he recalled some of his grandmother's friends showing them off to each other so... Perhaps his grandma would enjoy the strange watermelon-printed beard men more than he could really understand.

On the other hand, Asato was suprised to see the pun Kensaku had mentioned earlier in the day had appeared in another gift. Enough to get a chuckle out of the farmer as he snapped a blurry photo of the crochet melons for the group chat.

Asato - sb did the pun Uncle Ken - HAHAHA YES Uncle Ken - WHO WAS IT? ★ Y-STARR ★ - caps Uncle Ken - Sorry sorry Asato - no name Asato - so idk Asato - mentioned a shian tho ★ Y-STARR ★ - Shian? Like Akihabara? Asato - idk Uncle Ken - Someone out there understands me... ★ Y-STARR ★ - Someone out there has shit humor like you Uncle Ken - Rude ★ Y-STARR ★ - Speaking the truth Uncle Ken - You're just being bitter! Uncle Ken - You'll get it someday Uncle Ken - Bitter late than never ★ Y-STARR ★ has left the chat

Thank you for the gift! I am seriously wondering who the little birdie was, but I have a feeling I know who... (≖_≖ )

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

Hi i just wanna ask that in general, how dyt do the redhair pirates see/perceive buggy? (I havent red the fic even tho i really want to cuz im still finishing the ones on my list first lmao but just seeing tge snippets and the beautiful fanart im having thoughts like these)

my answer to this question is such a big part of the (as-yet unpublished) shanks pov near miss fic… i'm afraid i need to finish writing that fic to get my opinions about shanks' crew's thoughts on buggy in a legible state. i don't think i'll know what's specific to that fic vs a generalizable opinion until it's done.

sorry to not really have an answer for you—but, here! i have previously posted two scenes of shanks & his crew talking about buggy, hopefully they can whet your appetite for now.

[iveneverplayedmegaman]

ok so earlier I made an ask about the meaning of Ice’s dream. And i switched devices & realized that those were in fact people, and not penguins. I am apparently not very observant…sorry 😅

I would like to reiterate tho: POOR ICEMAN

Yeah, I’ve been trying my best to make everything legible on mobile, but occasionally something slips through the cracks. Hopefully the text at least makes sense to y’all. Iceman’s not having a good night

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

theories for chain of thorns

i had these posted on my gr from like december, im just posting them here

- lucie will now be an antagonist lets be honest we all know it. necromancers are NOT good people and thats the path lucie chose for herself by wanting to save jesse

- someone major will die idk who it is yet, but my instincts tell me its matthew or alistair. the second wouldnt make sense tho – if alistair dies, how would the carstairs line continue down to emma??? hopefully itll be tatiana that bitch

- jamie x daisy its inevitable guys, have you seen the snippets? im rooting for them theyre perfect

- thomas and alistair are NOT gonna end up together this was a gut feeling when i wrote it but as of jan 5 i have a legible reason as to why they would not be happy and its the next theory

- IM SCARED THOMAS IS GONNA DIE the “found family tree” says that thomas died TWO YEARS before barbara. i understand cassie has repeatedly stated that its been manipulated (she hinted that it was changed by the silent brothers) and isnt reliable. but isnt that disturbing?? esp considering theres at least part of it thats reliable, and thats the fact that alistair will 100% go on to marry a woman despite being gay. if alistair doesnt have kids, and cordelias children are all herondales, then the carstairs family would die out and emma would not be related to jem (even tho its been stated that they are related by blood). “oH bUt SoNa iS pReGnAnT mAyBe ShEs GoNnA GiVe BiRtH tO a bOy” first of all, theres a chance the baby is born a girl second of all, the baby might die third of all, where is the son on the family tree? fourth of all, SONA IS, ACCORDING TO THE TREE, DEAD BEFORE THOMAS. PLEASE.

- grace x christopher i despise grace but she acts like a different person around kit… maybe he can fix her

- anna x ariadne she cant fuck up ALL the gay relationships, now can she?

- the merry thieves are gonna forgive alistair (specifically matthew) bro he literally made out with one of them TWICE. if matthew doesnt think “well shits gonna get awkward if i dont forgive the sorry bastard” istg~ 💀

- this is more of a hope than a theory MATTHEW FAIRCHILD SHALL ACHIEVE THE HAPPINESS HE DESERVES smth tells me he wont get a happy ending tho… i mean, if my above theory abt thomas is correct~

- SO DOES ALISTAIR I MEAN CMON GUYS #justiceforalistair he regrets the shit hes pulled and therefore your hate against him for it is invalid PLUS HE GOT BULLIED BY RACIST PIECES OF SHIT HE DID WHAT HE COULD TO MAKE IT STOP

- matthew will open up abt his secret its like a routine at this point, in every shadowhunters series. a character has a secret that nearly kills them outta despair, they open up to friends, theyre met with love and support. jace loving his “sister”. wills “curse”. emma and jules’ relationship. ty bringing back livvy. alec being gay. you get used to it lol

- either lucie or matthew would have their marks stripped lucie for attempting/committing necromancy, and matthew because sobh said he doesnt have a specified death date (also i think cassie just hates him)

- jesse will be evil bro wouldnt that be cruel… like imagine after lucie brings him back hes like “haha i manipulated you to bring me back i never loved you” and then sHe GETS HER RUNES STRIPPED FOR NECROMANCY and its worse bc the shadowhunters are already out to get the herondales bc they refuse to accept tessa as anything but a warlock no but in that case she would prolly go to live with wills parents OKAY BUT IMAGINE HOW HEARTBROKEN CHARLOTTE WOULD BE WHILE DOING IT WHILE JAMIE IS CRYING AND MATTHEW SCREAMING AT HER NOT TO AND WILL TELLS HIM TO STOP WHILE TEARS ARE GOING DOWN HIS FACE

- a “seven husbands of evelyn hugo” thing with anna x ariadne and thomas x alistair (credit to my good friend wiz/nisha for saying this) maybe cassie is going to have thomas marry ariadne and anna marry alistair so that they could have a good old switcheroo, so they can swap lovers?? obviously it cant be anna and thomas lmao theyre cousins but thomas and ARIADNE…

- matthew and cordelia ARE going to kiss at one point HOL’ UP I DONT SHIP EM, i think its gonna be a climon kinda thing where they kiss and dont like it as much as they thought they would, and end up deciding to stay friends i think thats the best way cassie could deal with matthews crush on her without breaking anyones heart, i hope to god it wont be like him confessing and her rejecting him plz oml

[jessicatredes]

call of cthulhu girlie (insp.) | waverly bennet

"weird butler, strange noises, and a dead body. what a great grocery trip."

[hoshira]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

1. BASICS

NAME: shou PRONOUNS: she / he / them ( i’m genderfluid but i’m ok w/ any pronouns ! ) SEXUALITY: aroaceflux ( but i’ll prolly never do the diddlin’ ) ZODIAC SIGN: evil gremlin of death / gemini TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken by my husbando ♡♡♡ @aeniiigma ♡♡♡

THREE FACTS:

1. everyone knows this but just to reiterate: i love hoshiumi tooru with all my heart and soul he is my beautiful son my lil birb smol i have headcanons for my headcanons ok like just look thru my hc tag all i do is talk abt him hE IS TOO G O O D !!! ✩ 2. i owned a pet crocodile when i was 3. my dad took me and my grandparents out to eat crocodile and i wouldnt leave until he got me one ?? so he bought a baby crocodile for me. and then my grandma was like “that thing’s gonna eat her when it grows up” so we gave it away 3. idk what else to put here im kinda boring as an individual like this post has been in my drafts for 3 weeks cause idfk what to write

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG ( MONTHS /  YEARS? ) : i rp’d on dA for about 1-2 years ?? tumblr = 2 years. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: chatzy, dA, skype, discord, tumblah....... flipnote hatena BEST EXPERIENCE: uhh probably when stz had an entire group of blogs up !! and also when teams like seijou + fukurodani + nekoma had all or almost all of their members... idk it was nice to see these teams be completed. i get that the more popular characters have more blogs bc they’re easier to play in terms of getting icons, stuff to base hc’s on, canon material, etc, but it was nice to see blogs for characters like yahaba and hayato and onaga

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: both ! i get muse for muses of any gender-- i’ve just made more accounts for male characters. but i have icons for lusamine, shell overlord, neferpitou, etc etc... MULTI OR SINGLE:  im assuming multimuse or singlemuse...? but i like blogs for just one muse... idk, i feel like i can hyperfocus on just that one character. admittedly, it makes things harder, especially since i’m really bad at keeping up with more than one blog.

4.  WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: fluff and angst... i like fluff cause it’s sweet but angst lets me pull out my dictionary + make 32032043 allusions and metaphors to things B) PLOTS OR MEMES: both is ok ! plots = fun to think of, and also helps determine relations, while memes = versatile and a good icebreaker. though.. tbh, i get like -243 memes sent in so. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: ehhh it depends... long = enjoyable to read/write, helps flesh out both muses, BUT also i take 33 years longer to reply... short = easy to write, but there’s never much meat to bite into with it BEST TIME TO WRITE: never i either lack motivation, muse, or i’m hit w/ writer’s block ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i want to be tooru so badly, does that count.

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hello, I wanted to ask if you could write a hange x reader one shot where the reader gets injured and hange is there worrying over them and later while the reader recovers hange just carries them around all the time even tho they are better again but just love to be near hange all the time so they just go with it. I hope you like the idea and sorry for my english and thank you in advance if you decide to write it😊

Aww this is so sweet! I’m going to write this as a fem!reader/fem!hange so I hope that’s alright!

Summary: Reader gets hurt while running experiments w Hange

Word Count: 1.2K

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It was a hot day, the summer sun was beating down on your back and the top of your head as you stood in the clearing. Eren and Hange were about one hundred yards away, Hange was waving her arms erratically as she explained for the millionth time what she wanted to accomplish in the session. You looked to Moblit, who was watching with an exhausted slump in his shoulders, sketchpad and pen hanging limply from his grasp. 

“Hopefully this will be the last one.” Moblit spoke your thoughts as he readied his pen and paper as Hange mounted her horse and came thundering towards you. Levi stood off to the left with Mikasa, both of them hadn’t said a word the entire afternoon, not all that surprising. 

“All set?” Levi’s voice was cold and lacking patience as Hange climbed off her horse and nodded enthusiastically. 

“Yes, fire the flare!” She said, jogging to come stand by you, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you brought your own pen and paper out. Hange had recently asked you to help her out with her experiments to allow for Moblit to sketch for her full time. You of course agreed, always eager to please. The green flare shot into the sky and moments later, the clap of thunder and flash of lightening overwhelmed your senses as Eren transformed. A moment later Eren’s attack titan stood in the field, his massive form dropped into a crouch and Hange squealed in her excitement as she mounted her horse once more to race over to him. You and Moblit were both writing and sketching furiously as you tried to catch the details as they came. Moblit climbed on his horse and held his hand out for you to take, which you accepted gratefully. The two of you caught up just in time to see Eren’s titan picking up the massive logs that had been provided by some nearby loggers, Hange wanted Eren to try to build a house like structure. Eren’s titan grumbled as Hange’s horse jogged around him, Hange yelling instructions all the while. Moblit was sketching like a mad man, while you were barely writing legibly. The two of you were so busy working that you didn’t notice one of the pillars come loose from the structure. The horse the two of you were on did though. With a startled shriek, the mare reared back, throwing you off, Moblit barely caught himself before the horse bolted. You didn’t even have time to scream as the log fell and landed right on your leg. You stared stupidly as the blinding pain shot up your leg, the unmistakeable crunch of bones breaking made you feel sick. 

“(Y/n)!” It was Mikasa who reached you first, she picked up the large log with ease and tossed it off of you. Levi shot a red flare, signaling the end of the experiment, joining Mikasa in picking you up while Hange cut Eren free. Hange raced over and switched places with Mikasa, who went to collect Eren. Your face was pale, a bead of sweat trickled down your forehead as you felt Levi’s hands run along the injured leg, testing to see how bad the damage was. You heard him sigh deeply before he reached into his boot and produced a pocket knife. Hange’s hand was cutting off the circulation of your own as she leaned down, you could see her mouth moving but now sound was reaching your ears. Suddenly Levi’s face replaced hers, his expression was much calmer than Hanges, eyes cool and mouth moving at a reasonable pace. 

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” He asked, you heard him after about the third time repeating it, you nodded slowly, trying to focus on Hange’s hand instead of the terrible pain in your leg. 

“I’m going to cut the pant leg off so I can see how bad it is.” He said slowly, showing you the small knife, Hange’s hands came to press down on your shoulder to keep you from kicking or struggling, even though you didn’t plan on it. As she leaned into you she began to speak again. 

“I’m so so sorry (Y/n) I’m not going to leave your side until you’re all better I promise.” She assured you as Levi’s knife began sawing at the fabric of your pants. 

“Looks like it isn’t too serious.” Levi said after a long time, Hange slumped against you and tightened her grip. That was the last thing you remembered, you woke up later that afternoon in the infirmary, your leg wrapped in a cast and Hange’s head resting on the bed, her shoulders rising and falling in her sleep. You blinked slowly, realizing that the pain wasn’t nearly as bad, you assumed that the nurse had given you some of the scouts’ supply of morphine, which meant it was a bad break. 

“You’re awake.” Hange said a sigh of relief leaving her as she took your hand in hers, brown eyes wide and filled with concern. 

“I’m okay Hange.” You assured her as she looked down at your leg guiltily. 

“This is all my fault, I should have seen that loose log, I should have-” 

“It’s okay Hange, it was an accident I’ll be better in the next few months!” you said squeezing her hand back and she sighed in frustration. 

“It’s not okay, I should have been paying attention, I can’t afford to...” She trailed off, turning to look up at your face, which was soft and open as you listened to her. At the sight of your angelic face she melted and brought your hand to her lips, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. 

“I can’t afford to lose you.” She said between kisses as she kissed your hand. Your heart leapt in side your chest at her actions and you turned your hand to cup her cheek softly grazing the pad of your thumb over her jawline as you studied her. 

“I’m okay Hange, I knew what I was getting myself into. You don’t need to feel guilty.” You assured her as she leaned into your touch with another heavy sigh. 

“Then let me make it up to you.” She murmured, turning to press her lips into the palm of your hand. 

“Oh you really don’t have to-” She silenced you with a kiss, her lips planted firmly on your own, her hand coming to hold the back of your head tenderly as she crawled onto the bed and straddled your lap. 

“Hange...” You said breathily as she pulled away to push her glasses onto the top of her head. 

“Relax (Y/n).” She soothed as she leaned in for another kiss, you groaned once her tongue pressed against your bottom lip, you opened your mouth for her and she hummed in response. After a moment you pulled back and smiled sheepishly at her. 

“I think I know how you can make it up to me...” You said, holding her arms that caged you in. 

“What? I’ll do anything!” She said eagerly, her hand leaving the back of your head to run along the side of your throat and rest on your chest, right over your heart. 

“You can let me off writing duties and help me get around.” You said with a sly smirk, knowing that this would ease her consciousness and help you out as well. A symbiotic relationship if you will. 

“Deal.” She said, capturing your lips with hers once more in a much softer kiss. 

[ladyvesuvia]

will u let me pass and give me a 🍸 from someone in obx HAHAHAHAHHAHA U KNOW ABOUT ME NAMAN

bitch next time specify i’m not psychic 😡🍅

jk gotchu baefy BUT JUST YOU >:(( imma give u jj maybank because i’m that nice

godbless your carrd 🙄

HOW THE TWO OF YOU MET

being a tourist is…fun. you were visiting the outer banks to write something that’ll get you high scores for your school paper and hopefully better recognition for writing something different and interesting. when you heard a distant family of yours had a house in figure eight, you decided it would be best if you stayed there for a while so you did.

you grabbed a lollipop from the counter before stepping out to take one of the boats from the docks out for a ride and you had troubles with it so imagine your luck when one of the ‘veterans’ approached you JEHDHEIWIWKW

he was all “need help, big shot?” and you were just 😐 “why do you have a toothpick on your mouth?”

“swag purposes, what about you?”

“what do you mean whAt aBouT mE?”

“you’ve got a toothpick, too.”

“….this is a lollipop. but yes i hate that i’m asking you this but i could use a helping hand.”

AHAHAJAHA AND HE JUST…HANDS HIS HAND OVER LIKE ✋🏻 ofc you were hella confused and asked him what the heck was he doing and he just extends his arm closer to you and tells you, “this helping hand needs to be shaked first before being activated.”

“it’s shook.” you just shake his hand anyway because you wanted to get it over with but you find yourself chilling by the railings while he drove and showed you around. AND YALL JUST CLICKED YK and he began explaining the kook-pogue system and shit and he loved watching you take down notes about it like hehe cute researcher girl <333

——

HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP

— BOTH OF YOU JUST ALWAYS RANDOMLY LAUGH FOR NO REASON AT ALL LIKE????

— and he’d always just happen to be carrying a lollipop and he’d just give them to you and just…this man loves spending time with u sm yall just pack bonded <3

— HE KEPT TALKING ABOUT YOU TO THE REST OF THE POGUES OMFG IDK HE’S JUST RANTING LIKE “SHE’S SO COOL AND SHE HAS THIS PEN AND NOBODY LOOKS THAT GOOD WITH A PEN YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN???”

— so when you finally had to leave, man was hella distraught asfu but you were like “write to me and make sure you proofread it. i don’t wanna read about you gushing over me and misspelling everything and uh keep it legible” AHAHAHAHAHHAA made his day tho

— when you got back home you were just surprised to see that he had added you on socmeds and yall just began talking again and it was nice looking forward to talking to him all the time

— i also think it would be cute if you had to move to obx for real and you surprised him by convincing him you’re a ghost 😭 HAHSHAHAHAHA HE BUYS IT THO

— the lollipop thing just continued and he always wore your hair ties on his wrist <3333

[yourneighborhooddisaster]

kings of unconventional (part one) VIRGIL

This is the first part of my DLAMP soulmate AU ft. aro soulmates Remy and Remus. The first chapter is from Virgil’s POV (still third person tho, don’t worry).

Warnings: swearing, mentions of arophobia and homophobia, Remy has an asshole dad, mentions of alcohol, this story will have mentions of nsfw stuff but no direct sex.

Tagging: @emiisanxious @genderfluidmoma @my-life-is-an-artistic-mess @penguins-penguins Hopefully that’s everyone. Please ask to be tagged in the upcoming parts. I would be honored! And I love reblogs, comments, and constructive critcism. Fic under the cut.

VIRGIL flopped down on the couch with a sigh. Today had been a long day. It was some sort of sick joke the universe played on him, making the guy with extreme social anxiety the one with four soulmates. He was so tired of people he sometimes was glad he hadn’t met his soulmates, but he knew they would be different. They also couldn’t make fun of him because they were stuck with it too. Roman, Logan, Patton, and Janus, the list on his arm read. They were all in neat black print, for now. Virgil knew someone who met their soulmate in middle school, the writing changing immediately to grey lopsided chicken scratch. He at least hoped his soulmates would have legible handwriting.

“Sup gurl!” Remy strutted into the living room like he owned it; to be fair, he technically did. Handing Virgil a coffee so black it practically poisoned you, he sipped his own drink, not bothering to take off his sunglasses. They were the fancy kind that adjusted to different amounts of light, so Remy basically never took them off. Virgil mumbled his gratitude before chugging half his coffee, glad to feel the jolt to his system. “How was work?”

“Like usual. Shit.” Virgil didn’t even have to look up at his roommate leaning over the edge of the couch to know that Remy rolled his eyes. “I won’t let you pay my rent.”

“Oh come on, you know I don’t have to work, and then we could just sleep all day and party all night! Then nobody would bother us about-” Remy cut himself short, not really wanting to say it. Soulmates. Truth be told, Virgil knew Remy was under more stress than he was about the whole thing. Remy’s name was still neat black print - and he was desperate to keep it that way. He was aromantic, and Virgil couldn’t even imagine not having that attraction, and yet having a name, everything you did never really changing the fact that you felt so invalidated if you even looked at your wrist. At least Virgil was polyamorous, and gay. He hoped, for his friend’s sake, that he would never ever meet this Remus.

“You know my answer Rem. And besides, this way we interact with your parents as little as possible. You know it’s my job as the bad influence to keep you away from them.” Remy snorted, nearly choking on his coffee.

“Please. You think you’re the bad influence? Remember that time when you passed out after one drink and I-”

“Shut your damn mouth.” Remy erupted into laughter, nearly spilling his coffee.

“B-but I didn’t even-” He was struggling to speak through his laughter. Virgil huffed and chugged half of his coffee. “I hadn’t even mentioned that it was a spiked punch, it wasn’t even a real drink. You used to be such a lightweight.”

“I used to be a normal person with a functional liver and then you corrupted me, you mean bastard.” Remy snorted, then handed Virgil his computer.

“Whatever. Have fun scrolling through Tumblr for the next couple hours you fucking nerd. I’m gonna get ready to go out.” Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on, you know I always get hammered at Sandy’s club on Thursdays. And tonight I’m wearing my sequin jacket, so I have to decide which way I wanna flip the sequins.”

“...It’s five o’clock, you lunatic.” Remy sniffed and strutted to his room, not bothering to answer. Virgil sighed, opening his computer, immediately going to Tumblr. It seemed that Logan, a.k.a. logan_environmental_scientist, had a new campaign up. Virgil skimmed the post, but he stopped when he read that Logan was working with his friend Emile to help those with anxiety and depression by setting up a communal garden, something about plants being biologically calming. The fact that Logan was one of his soulmate names had never been completely out of the equation. But Virgil could hardly believe that he could ever deserve someone so smart and motivated.

“Damn it!” Virgil jumped at the yell from Remy’s room. “Dad! I can’t just-” Here he was obviously cut off. Virgil scowled. Remy’s father was a greasy businessman who was still deluded that ‘Remus’ was a girl’s name and that Remy would find his soulmate and fall in love and get married and have a son to pass down the family name. The only reason Remy still associated with his father was to receive the money he gave him. But it was not out of any kindness. His father was only concerned about the press and tax benefits. “Fine! I want an extra thousand dollars by next month then!” Remy stormed out of his room, taking the rest of Virgil’s coffee. He didn’t protest, knowing that Remy deserved it for putting up with this asshole.

“Are you okay bud?” Remy sighed.

“I’m fine, I just… Dad wants me to make a huge donation to some charity in the name of the company. Says it’s good for press. He’ll provide the money but…” Remy sat down next to Virgil. “I don’t know! I’m not his fucking researcher, and I don’t want to make his company look better. His company isn’t even that bad, it’s just the fact that it’s his. And I have no clue who I’m gonna donate to. Something local and small should piss him off.” Virgil hesitated.

“Well, I may know a worthy campaign. It’s raising money for a communal garden, and I’ve been following the guy for a while. He’s all about the environment, but he doesn’t have the funds to go bigger. And he’s gay too, which should anger your father sufficiently.” He showed Remy his computer screen and let him skim the post.

“Perfect! This is why I’m friends with you.”

“Why, because I’m stunningly clever?” Virgil joked.

“No, because you manage to simp for the right people.” Virgil stammered in indignation, hating the fact that his face reddened so easily. “Oh come on, don’t be so serious! So, which way should I wear the sequins tonight?”

[fourteenfifteen]

for the “thoughts on” thing just talk about a band/musician/genre/etc you’ve been vibing with lately

jamie ilysm this question brought me joy i’ve been thinking abt what i wanted to talk about (bc i have thoughts on a lot of music. kinda my brand) and here’s what i’ve settled on: punk music! it rules and its culture is bizarre

so the thing abt punk as a genre is it started as explicitly countercultural. especially when u look at mid-70s punk culture in london and nyc, it’s a real direct response to a lot of cultural alienation caused by the vietnam war and the cold war, along with a push against commercial music. this manifests most obviously as punk bad attitudes and as an anti-commercial diy attitude - to be punk is to be more interested in the “truth” of your craft rather than “selling out”

this creats an inherent tension inside of punk scenes tho bc it couples together the creative work with the lifestyle and ethics. both of these sides have super blurry edges which has led to a constant argument and self policing in a lot of punk communities in regards to what it means to be “real punk” (this is what i find super interesting)

a great example is the band green day, who famously got a lot of hate from punk scenes for selling out by signing to a major label. green day is one of the best known and most successful punk-leaning acts, but they’re also a band who a lot of ppl would say isn’t real punk at all both in terms of music (if we’re being semantics they’re pop punk) and, because they chose not to stay diy, in terms of ethic.

and this all continues to this day! even in our world of no genres no boundaries constant hustle, there are still pretentious punk nerds debating over if things are real punk or not and there are still a lot of people criticising diy acts who sell out to seek more resources and bigger audiences (i run in some diy circles off tumblr and have literally seen this kind of thing first hand it’s wild to me) part of me thinks this debate over what punk is and what one has to do to earn the right to use that title is an unavoidable part of the culture

obv i have a lot more thoughts abt it but there’s my 2am brain dump abt punk cred :) hopefully it’s legible i’m sleepy