#i have to order everything else though this is the only thing i have on hand rn

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! :) mayhaps can i request your HC's for viktor x an artist reader. 👉👈 ur angst drabbles have been sustaining my life since season 2

There’s a saying that if an artist loves you or falls in love with you, you can never die.

A saying that Viktor didn’t give much thought until it was very clear that he was your forever muse, your reason to keeping your passion alive through experimenting art styles to maximise the effect you wanted your art to have; almost in the exact same way a scientist would conduct experiments in order to understand how something works and how to properly utilise it.

However each and every one of your art works came out looking like masterpieces that should and probably would be studied by future artists themselves one day, given how beautiful they were.

But also because they all included a man with amber eyes and soft chocolate hair hard at work with his own projects as blue sparks are captured liked shooting stars flying past his beautiful face. He truly was a once in a lifetime experience that you wanted to eternally capture within the pages of your sketchbook.

It literally didn’t matter what he did, whether it was tinkering, experimenting with the hexcore or just simply existing, you wanted to capture as much of Viktor as you possibly can whenever you can.

Viktor, in your eyes, was the kind of man people would kill to create sculptures of and artworks that would be seen in grand museums, within a beautifully intricate frame that only added emphasise to his importance to the artist in question. The artist being you of course.

So needless to say whenever you were with Viktor you made sure to have your sketchbook and pencils in hand as you knew that you’d end up wanting to sketch him for the millionth time that day.

However your favourite sketch of him came when you made him smile, genuinely smile.

The image of his bright and handsome smile was all you could see for hours on end as you found yourself absentmindedly sketching his face, his smile, the wrinkles near his eyes and his wind ruffled hair to perfection.

You then found yourself staring at it as though reliving the moment where you heard his laugh reach your ears like a harmonious melody, swept upon the wind that ruffled his hair and into your ears and your ears only.

To be loved by an artist was to be seen and you saw Viktor in a way that nobody else could, not even himself, and it showed in your work as you made him look like an angel disguised as a human given how frequently you used the colour gold whenever you drew him. From his eyes, to his clothes, everything with Viktor had hints of gold to it.

So much so that you had to get more colouring pencils of the exact same shade of gold so frequently that the manger of the art shop knew your name and the muse of your latest works at this point.

‘Drawing Viktor again I see?’ They’d teasingly ask as you’d shrug your shoulders.

‘Guilty as charged.’ You would reply before taking your things and leaving.

Viktor didn’t pry into your sketchbook, it was your belonging and he didn’t feel it was necessary for him to pry into it, but his curiosity didn’t help him one day as he found himself drawn to the sketchbook that you seemed to had left in his lab.

The first few pages were merely parts of the academy that you frequently visited, from the gardens, to the library, to even the lab he was stood in. Each one was increasingly more impressive than the last with how lifelike you made each one as though he could fall into the scene you had created; a true testament to your talent, creativity and insane attention to detail.

However the further the sketchbook went, he could easily see a decline in inspiration in your art. only for it to pick back up again when you had started drawing him doing the most mundane of things -at least in his mind he thought so- as simple sketches to portraits solely done by oil pastels or only colouring pencils. All just to emphasise his features and the concentrated furrows of his brows, a large variation of colours you’ve used so effortlessly to make up his face in a way that he could never imagine.

And yet Viktor found that there was more artworks of yours regarding him, artworks that seemingly continued endlessly and were just as hyper detailed and colourful as the more of himself that he saw, each one touching his heart in a way that made him realise that this was how you genuinely saw him; an angel in human skin as the way you depicted him was either simply human or an ethereal being coated in various shades of gold.

Through the eyes of an artist, through the eyes of you, Viktor knew that you only conveyed what you believed to be true and the fact that you saw him in such a way was enough to have him struggling to breath, but in the best way possible.

You way you saw him transcended beyond the person he saw each and every day in the mirror. You saw him as a man of infinite beauty, wisdom and strength in a multitude of ways while never shying away when it came to his leg nor disease.

If anything you made those parts of him stand out the most in a way that told him that you found these parts of him a strength and perfection in your eyes. Telling him that you didn’t wish him to be anything other then himself, for he was perfect and so much much that only your art could help describe.

Viktor; a man on borrowed time became a man immortalised within the pages of his artist lover.

He even seen the sketches of him fast asleep against his workbench you’ve done and even then you took your time making it look like he was staring into a mirror of himself.

You’d catch him flicking through your sketchbook but you couldn’t say anything against it as the way his eyes light up and soft smiles upon looking at your latest works, looks that only made you want to draw Viktor even more if it meant this sight becoming more common with the passage of time.

‘You like them?’ You’d ask from the doorway.

‘I love them my dear.’ He replies softly as he presses his forehead against your own, making you smile fondly. ‘But was the drawing of me sleeping necessary?’ He adds playfully as you chuckled.

‘Oh it was very necessary my muse.’ You replied with equal playfulness as you kissed his nose. ‘I saw an opportunity and couldn’t let it pass me by without at least drawing it first,’ Viktor scoffs but the smile upon his lips remained, ‘and besides you looked really peaceful and relaxed that I wanted it to be something I remember. Hoping I get to experience more moments like that to be my muse for my future drawings.’ You finished.

‘I’m glad the to could do that for you my dear.’ Viktor closed his eyes and rested his head further against yours, wanting nothing then to capture this moment within his mind forever, secretly hoping to continue to be the muse of your art projects as your artistic range grew.

‘You’ve always been my muse,’ you said, closing your eyes, ‘you will always will be my muse.’

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

ROT

hurt/comfort pairing. tangerine x gn!reader summary. tangerine sees through your lies about having a tough time word count. 859

There hasn’t been much to push you out of bed lately. Your complex internal feelings much preferring the protection of your duvet than everything else outside the bubble of sadness you built around yourself. The covers acting as a shield from the real world.

Rotting is the only way to put it really, wasting away. Scrolling mindlessly on your phone from early to late hours of the day, doing whatever deems necessary to quieten and numb the persistent nattering in your brain. Though it was utterly boring, the hours upon hours of staring at your phone all beginning to merge together.

With Tangerine and his incessant worrying of you and your needs, you had to disguise your sadness within sickness — dramatising a bad belly and pounding head in order to keep his anxiety at bay.

You knew your dismal states often consumed him, the thought of being unable to help you acting like an axe in his heart. You couldn’t bear pulling him into your pit of darkness, so you decided to keep him out of it. Wanting to preserve him as a flashlight to navigate yourself from the bleak.

Tangerine has been staying with you to keep you company during your faux fever, maintaining things around your house you were unable to keep up with. All in all being a great house guest and boyfriend.

You hear a slight creak of the floorboards outside your bedroom door, Tan’s head peering through the gap mere seconds after. You turn slightly, momentarily meeting his eyes from across the room.

“Alright?” he questions briefly, voice soft as not to disturb you.

“Yeah,” you reply, response short to keep up the charade.

He signs faintly before he’s on the move, walking across your room until he’s right in front of you, knees knocking at the edge of the mattress. He looks down at you, head cocking slightly as if things are beginning to click in his brain. Dots starting to connect.

“How you feelin’?” he asks, looking over the side of your face, waiting for you to look up at him, though you never do.

“Better,” you lie.

You keep your gaze cast downwards as you shift under his attention. And as you go to tug your covers, wanting to reshield yourself once again, he’s bending at the knee. Lowering himself to look you in the face.

“It don’t look it,” he gently shakes his head, seeing through your lies. The tone of his voice holding no such anger or malice.

You exhale shakily and bring a hand to your face, thumb and middle finger resting over your temples, covering your eyes from his forever intense gaze.

“Why you pushing me away?” he asks, his question sounding more rhetorical — quite like he himself already knew the answer. “Hm?” he hums.

He reaches for the hand covering your face, his index hooking into the V between your thumb and forefinger, pulling it from its secure shielding. He holds onto your hand carefully, sweetly entwining with your fingers as he leans in, pressing a kiss into the back of it.

“What’s the matter?” Tangerine questions, eyes softer than you’ve seen before. Looking over you like the sheer sight of you alone was killing him. “Come on,” he prompts, nodding gently when you finally meet his eyes. “Talk to me. Come on, love.”

You look at your hand in his, watching his what seems to be nervous fiddling — his finger’s playing with yours while he awaits your response. Though, you don’t really have one. You don’t have an answer to give him.

“I don’t know,” your voice cracks faintly as you offer him a shrug, speaking like the lack of reasoning is also weighing heavy on your mind. “I’m just sad,” you murmur, your brows beginning to furrow woefully.

He nods, expression soft and hurt as he looks over you, trying to show you he understands.

“What can I do?” he asks, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb — tracing faint circles into your skin.

You offer him another measly shrug as your tear duct begin to fill. You really had no answer.

He stills, fighting off the lump in his throat upon the sombre sight of you. “Can I do anything?” he rephrases, emphasising whether anything can be done at all.

You give him another shake of the head, the motion as soft as the others.

He nods understandingly, lips forcefully straightening as his free hand reaches for the side of your face — thumb gliding under the wetness under your eye, flicking away a tear.

Your close your eyes upon the warm contact of him, finally feeling a moment of peace.

“Sorry,” you mutter, voice thick from your restless days in bed. It was like you were now finally growing sleepy.

“Don’t be daft,” he whispers, the motion of his head reinforcing the gravity behind the statement. Though you could no longer see it — your eyes fluttering closed.

Tangerine holds onto both your hand and cheek, keeping you safe and protected as he sits on the floor beside your bed. Caressing you sweetly until you’re drifting off into some much needed sleep.

⎯ ☆ ⎯

[with-my-calamitous-love]

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours

chuuya nakahara x reader

more chuuya boyfriend thoughts, i love him. for the yail series, and something chuuya lovers can munch on while i work on the rockstar chuuya series

inspired by paris

chuuya nakahara, who many people think they know. a soulless, port mafia executive, a force to be reckoned with, a monster. who, with all his connections, hears many things about many different people: meeting, kissing, dying, everything between birth, rebirth, and death. who, suddenly, is too busy with you. did he see the photos? no, but thanks, though.

chuuya nakahara, who is so in love he might stop breathing. who is truly a romantic lover- roses, cards, gifts, absolutely spoiling you. who does have exes, and who knows people know- but who doesn't have it in him to care when it's with you. who makes cheap wine feel like champagne. who makes a few kisses feel like forever.

chuuya nakahara, who is a short-tempered, raging dog at anyone who stares at him the wrong way. who is a soft, loving teddy bear with you- it gives you whiplash. who orders his men to look after you when he's away on trips, but making sure they never cross the line to make you uncomfortable. who has photos of you all over his office, tangible evidence of his love.

chuuya nakahara, who finds that balance between showing you off and keeping you to himself. who holds your hand in public, takes you on fancy dates, and books the top floor of a hotel room so he can see the city lights reflect off your eyes. who is just as romantic cooking you dinner at home, dancing barefoot in the kitchen, listening to your laundry spin and floorboards creek. who will show you off when you want him too. who can just as easily put a privacy sign on the whole world, and stop time so its just you two, together.

chuuya nakahara, who is a manipulator of gravity, both literally and figuratively. whose touch makes you feel like you're flying, levitating above all those messes and all the pain in your life. who many would characterize as a player, but who is actually so, so loyal. who would open a vein in his arm for your happiness. who will not stop loving you, even if his heart gave out.

chuuya nakahara, who sometimes can't heave his heart into his mouth. who is so, so in love with you he can't find the words. who confesses his truth in swooping, sloping cursive letters, leaving you tokens of his love to carry with you everywhere. who has so much of you all over him, even when you aren't around. who wears your sweaters, your initials around his neck and your kisses on his chest. who sometimes takes your things when he's leaving for a work trip.

"chuuya, did you take my underwear?"

"no....?"

"CHUUYA?!"

"IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YOU'RE AROUND!"

chuuya nakahara, who is so, so intimate. who makes you feel like your body is on fire, leaving no part of you untouched. who is so gentle one second, worshipping you with endless pleasure. who is rough the next, flipping you over and making it so that you can't walk for a month. who whispers filthy lines and praises in your ear, even when you can't form sentences. "s’en sortir si bien pour moi, n’est-ce pas ? tu vas encore jouir, chérie?"

chuuya nakahara, who you wish you could brainwash into loving you forever. who you are undeniably in love with. who has a young soul, taking you out till 4 in the morning. who wants to grow old with you, holding your wrinkled hand throughout the day. who loves you like you're 17, even when you push 70. who wants the only flashing lights to be the stars as he gets down on one knee, watching your eyes fill with tears as he makes it official.

chuuya nakahara, who you would say yes to again, and again, and again. who becomes your best friend, your soulmate, your husband, and your future with one kiss. who takes you somewhere else with the touch of his hands. who takes you to paris on your 5th anniversary, letting you watch the city go up in lights at midnight. whose blue eyes can only see you.

[snowthedemonfox]

Time to go through the entire episode 4 trailer!

I've been busy most of today, so I've only now gotten the chance to sit down and go through everything frame by frame. Like last time, I'm going to have to split this post up into parts. I'll leave everything under a read more to prevent spamming people's dashes though lol. Just know that everything will be in the reblogs!

I’ve resorted the screenshots to be in order that I think they’ll happen in the episode btw, or at least my best guesses.

Gangle and Ragatha hanging out in the tent, would not surprise me if Jax shows up and throws that baseball right in Gangle’s face to break the mask (hard to tell if she’s wearing comedy or tragedy). Maybe instead of Jax breaking her mask, Ragatha accidentally breaks it? That would explain why Gangle seems to get into an argument with her later in the trailer.

Also, baseball. Ragatha. Ragatha with a baseball. Wasn’t one of the teased adventures a baseball one? And it’s probably going to be episode 5? The Ragatha episode? Nice foreshadowing, Glitch.

Okay so very obviously her mask is broken now, thanks Jax (or Ragatha, you never know). You can see Zooble’s hand on the left, they’re probably about to offer some help. Is Zooble the one who gave Gangle her new mask? I guess they do get along pretty well.

I do wonder where Zooble got the mask from. Did they make it? How? The star and swirl do look like random parts they’d have in their Zooble box. Two other details I’d like to point out is how Zooble’s door icon is flipped. Gangle’s looking into a mirror, the icon shouldn’t be facing the right way. Cute duck toy though, Zooble. I like it.

Also is that an abstraction figure on the desk in the background? Is this related to the figurine thing from Episode 2?

Oh and I guess everyone gets those stacking ring and building block toys, since Pomni has the exact same toys in her room.

Okay first of all why are Pomni and Ragatha walking in from the right? Their rooms are on the left, along with Jax’s. Were they looking for Gangle to start the adventure, and checked her room first? That IS on the right side, so it makes sense if they were walking back from there. They look confused, maybe they’re wondering why Gangle is looking in the mirror. Maybe they’re wondering what she’s doing in Zooble’s room.

Regular Caine and Bubble activities! Maybe today Caine gets interrupted by someone while explaining the adventure? Because that would explain a few things.

Like, actually checking the suggestions box. Is it attached to the pole? How the hell are the others supposed to reach it if it’s all the way up there? I guess they’ve managed a way to do so because the box is overflowing with suggestions. I guess Caine almost never checks it, which…. oof. Maybe Pomni asked if they get any input on the adventures, reminded Caine the box exists, and now he’s going “Oh shit I can’t let them know I haven’t been reading these!”

Yayyyy Kinger <3 Probably watching Caine go over to the suggestions box lmao. I wonder what he’s going to be doing while everyone else is on the adventure?

Okay yeah it must’ve been attached to that pole, it’s now broken. Weird that we’ve never seen it in previous episodes, that would’ve been a nice reference. Caine’s probably going to grab the first suggestion he sees (That being a fast food adventure? Who would’ve suggested that? Gangle? Would explain why she’s the manager, she’s the one who suggested the idea) and go with that for the day’s new adventure. Bubble I don’t think you should lick that by the way.

Maybe the manager’s office? Or maybe this is one of Caine’s secret rooms where he brainstorms adventure ideas? Idk. I do like the motivational posters in the background though.

You can kinda see Gangle in the reflection of his eyes, so he’s maybe talking to her. Thanking her for the idea? Telling her how to be the manager?

Probably some fake ad sequence to put between them moving from the Tent to Spudsy’s? Gangle girl calm down pls you’re scaring me-

Yayyyy it’s the scene from the Feb trailer!!! But now it looks even better!! It looks like it’s still early in the day based on the outside weather. Jax has to work the drive thru it seems, that doesn’t seem too difficult. I guess. I’ve never worked at a place like this. I wonder what that room on the right is. Maybe they all spawn in with their usual outfits, but that room acts as a changing room? Is that Caine’s hand? Maybe Jax refused to be a part of this but Caine dragged him in there anyway to get into uniform lol. Does not look like he’s having a good time.

Orbsman!! First thing I noticed is that he seems a bit… lower quality than all the other character models we’ve seen. Caine must’ve really rushed this adventure, and that’s going to become a bit more obvious really quickly. But for real dude why are you so tall wtf.

Oh and Ragatha is at the cash register with Pomni! Maybe they both start out there, but Gangle makes Ragatha work with Zooble on the cooking because of all the orders? Sorry Pomni, you’re on your own.

What do you do when you need NPCs, but don’t have the time to make new ones? You reuse old ones! Why else would the Gloink Queen be ordering burgers?? I was just as surprised as Jax when I watched the trailer.

Is this the Karen NPC I’ve been theorizing exists? If so, Pomni is not going to have a good time. Maybe this is just after Ragatha left to help Zooble?

This has to be a timeskip cut somewhere, right? It’s probably boring to show the whole day of nothing but customers ordering food and then leaving. But I can’t tell if this is early morning, or late afternoon. How long are these guys even supposed to be working for?

This has to be at least after Ragatha leaves, cause you can only see Pomni at the register. I can’t see any NPCs though, did most people leave?

Look at her, she looks so damn tired. Pomni I’m so sorry you didn’t deserve this.

If you’ve seen my other post on this topic, you’ll know that I 100% believe Gummigoo is ordering something in this moment. The trailer put this scene immediately after showing us the Gloink Queen. If Caine reused one NPC, he’s going to reuse another. I wonder if we’ll see Max or Chad? Or one of the ghosts from Episode 3? 

Either way Pomni is not going to have a good time. I doubt Gummigoo even remembers who she is.

Yeahhhh she doesn’t look like she’s handling this well. Gummi probably just walked off to go sit down somewhere? Or maybe he just got his food (which, damn, that must’ve been quick) and is walking to one of the tables. Pomni’s trying her best to act normal and okay but you can clearly tell she isn't.

This scene is odd because it’s the only one that looks like Glitch intentionally cropped something out. Is that something perhaps a gummy crocodile? Pomni please get off the floor who knows what’s been there. That’s not healthy. Also?? Don’t you have a job to do??

[midnight-mourning]

❄️MIDNIGHT'S DCA DECEMBER❄️

Hello! I've decided to have a little bit of fun this December and will be opening up requests for the month! Please see below for more details (With subheadings!):

Requests Overall

I will have 31 slots available for requests, first come, first serve. Each piece will range from 1000-2000 words in length and may (MAY) include a little doodle made by me.

Requests can be anything! They just have to be winter/holdiay themed (do NOT have to be releated to Christmas) and DCA-related

Winter/holiday themed means movies/stories too! Ex: i am a BIG fan of The Nutcracker (went insane when I saw @/robinette-green's au for the Barbie version lmao)

As most know I am an X reader writer, but as long as my general request rules are followed, I don't mind writing for ocs, canon, etc. 

For those who don't know my rules, no nsfw (suggestive is FINE), and if you want something specific, be specific. Besides that, it's fair game, request what you want

Potential Issues & Schedule

If there is overlap between request ideas, they will be combined in some manner of speaking (if possible). If needed, I will reach out to you about adjusting ideas or the likes, though I don't forsee this happening. This would occur if for example, someone wants gift shopping with Sun with their oc, and someone else wants the same thing with a reader-insert. Whoever requested second would be who I reach out to. 

I will be posting these throughout December, ending on the 31st

In order to have enough time to write, I will be starting these as soon as I get the first request. To speed things up a little, requests will be open from 11/29 to 12/13 OR until I receive 31 unique requests. So that's maximum two weeks to think of an idea and share it with me. 

If I don't get enough overall or get anything prior to Dec. 1 I'll probably come up with some ideas of my own, but only if that happens! Additionally, if I don't get enough, I may open it up for people to request multiple times, again only if I don't get enough or run out of ideas (genuinely don't know how many I should expect so just trying to cover my bases lol)

To keep things organized, please request in the comments of this post. This also helps to potentially keep from overlap in requests, as you'll be able to see what else has already been requested. If you request in my ask box or such it'll make things a bit more difficult, so please avoid that.

HOWEVER, there is one exception to the above, which is if you wish to request anonymously, which is completely fine to do! But please only request in my ask box if you want to be anonymous. If overlap happens in that case, then y'all may just get two responses with similar vibes on the same day (essentially a bonus lol)

Confused Spirit

For those who may be concerned (as I was before making this post lmao) Confused Spirit's schedule will not be affected by this! Now that it's back I'd like it to stay back lol. We may stick to an every two weeks schedule for a bit, or may go back to weekly, it will depend on life stuff, not on other writing things. I promise ^_^

Having little things like these also help prevent writers block, and thus stay more consistent with updates

Sharing & More

Please feel free to share this post around, and request if you want to! Once I hit 31 unique ones I'll reblog this post with the announcement that requests are closed, so make sure to double check they aren't closed already prior to requesting!

I'll also post updates every couple of days regarding the status of total requests as well ^_^

Unrelated but similar, @/quilteddreams is working on a DCA Advent Calendar for December that's also really cool! (I'm helping out with beta reading :D) Highly reccommend you check it out once it starts posting! 

Everything related to this will be under the tag #MM dca December, just in case there's another similar tag out there and I'm not just taking it for myself

Alright, that's all for now, excited to see what you guys ask for!

Adding the tag list to this since y'all enjoy my writing lol:

@scarletcowboy @beemyhuneybee @fishm0ther @deviouscrackers @elsajoyagent8

@luckyyyduckyyy @zenkaiankoku @jogimote @local-shrub @amarynthian-chronicles

@robinette-green @everlightreader @sinister-sincerely @starredeclipse @dangerva

@juukai

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Crazy! Castiel pining over his angel handler—mhm, I'd tear down the heavens just to keep you by my side. do you like this cute bee I found for you!? I named him Beelzebub.

🐝 A once low-ranking angel turned savior of Michael's vessel, to fallen angel, leader of half of heaven, then mutated angel, and now somewhere in between. You pledged your life to him when you knew nothing else. Freedom. This intangible thing he spoke of with such reverence.

They were like a prophet that came from our father, but with iridescent wings and a commanding nature.

He had taught you to be something more, but you were only comfortable listening to someone who seemed to know everything.

When all else failed, you still believed in the cause. You believed in them, as did many others. You chose a single angel over all your brothers and sisters. When angels broke from his ranks, you were the first to silence them—his enforcer.

When it was time for them to intake the souls of Purgatory, you were ordered to stay behind. It was the first time in your life you disobeyed an order. It's just that some foreign need was swirling around in your being. It came with all of this humanity: all of this fear, guilt, and shame.

You saved him. He was angered by your lack of obedience but forgave you as you were right in aiding him. You found protection under his wings as he arose to godhood. It's just that you didn't expect to be the one mending them.

🐝 With few archangels still intact and heaven fractured into slivers, the higher triad took over. They were no longer only concerned with God's glory and the universe. They had to be the overseers of what was left of their lower brethren. With that came reassignment and less-than-holy methods of testing the loyalty of the divine entities.

Not wanting to have your wings bound or perhaps even ripped from you because of your allyship to Castiel, you fled. From the glory of heaven, you hid in the vessel of a psychiatrist. Unsure. Unaware. Unsupervised. This must have been how Castiel felt when he betrayed heaven for the Winchesters. It brought a sort of warm solace to the core of your being.

You became unwillingly acquainted with the Leviathan problem. You were unable to protect humanity as it would give away your cover. That's when you searched for Castiel. You heard whispers of his... condition. It was not like anything you ever heard of.

Still, you persisted. You would guard him as he guarded you.

You owed them that much.

🐝 What you found was not any form of Castiel you had interacted with before. They were so much freer in a sense. Weaker. It pained you to feel that. They were no longer invincible, but almost human despite retaining their angelic nature.

He was ecstatic to recognize you. It was you ! He didn't approach, though. He seemed almost shy. Apologies tumbled from his, well, his vessel's, lips. You could sense the rawness of it in his aura.

You were stunned. They had done nothing wrong. When you tried to rebuff them, they got upset and almost cried; almost sobbed would be a more apt description.

You learned early on that you could not have a conversation with serious intent behind it. He would disappear into nature, leaving you in the middle of his room, scrambling to think of how you should proceed to keep your cover as a human.

Thankfully, the first time he fled after your initial encounter, he came back—with a string of beads that he called a 'friendship' bracelet.

Another thing you learned about this new Cas. He always came back to your side, usually with some sort of token of appreciation.

🐝 This Castiel becomes attached to your side, figuratively, although you suspect he wouldn't much mind it if it were literal. While your vessel is doing their rounds in this new institution you got them hired at, Cas trails along quietly. They are incredibly quiet and never initiate an interaction when you allow the human soul back control of their vessel. It's quite obvious he holds some disdain for them. 

He constantly tries to make trouble just to get you to take over. This could be anything from destroying his room to attempted murder. As an angel, they are able to overpower any orderlies, which leaves you as the only one who can calm them. As soon as you appear at the forefront of the vessel, he is back to his—well, not normal—subdued self is what you could label it as. 

Every time he apologizes softly for being 'disruptive' (stronger words are needed than that, but that's always how Castiel categorizes his fits). Then he makes a repetitious motion with his hands stretched outward towards you. You have learned that this means he wants reassurance from you. Physical affection is the human word for what he wants.

Scolding him never bodes well. It also is quite awkward to try and reprimand an angel who led you into battle many times. Who... changed you—gave you experiences you never knew you could have.

So, he is not the easiest mind-broken angel to look after. Then again, you have never been in this situation, so perhaps he is on the easier side of the spectrum. You prefer bee-special interest Cas to unhinged tantrum Cas. It's quite a strange and complex distinction between the two.

🐝 This Castiel rambles a lot more. When he isn't seeing your shared brother, Lucifer, he is teaching you about the human world. He has a fascination with animals, especially bees and the small furry creatures named cats. You know nearly everything about them now because Cas taught you.

His energy seems to buzz while he is enlightening you. The tips of his wings happily flap. Every one of the pupils of his many eyes dilates. His human vessel mimics this with hand motions and sudden bursts of energy.

It's cute.

You even look past the human blood coating him. Another thing you have learned. It is better to keep well enough alone. The unknown origin of the blood is well enough kept to only Cas's knowledge.

Even in this state he surely knows what he is doing, right?

No. That's why you need to look after him. However, pressing him on the topic won't get you anywhere.

It isn't a regular occurence. More often than not, he is crafting a gift for you. He has quite the love for jewelry, as well as art. Their skills range from hyperrealistic portraits to stick figures. Their pieces of art are treasured by you dearly.

They even draw on you sometimes with washable markers. The bunch of it is Enochian sigils with little hearts and some doodles that you can't quite decipher.

🐝 When those hallucinations, that's what humans call them, come around, you soothe him with your grace. It becomes almost ritualistic. You see his eyes begin to panic; his wings broaden themselves in a defensive measure, so you know his condition is getting worse again. You wrap him in your vessel's arms. Your wings encircle his own. Then you allow your grace to flow through him, soaking him—almost baptismally. 

He looks so blissful, and it brings you the same. To see such divinity tortured by the faults of mortals. It sickens you. The sacred nature of humanity should kneel at the sight of Castiel, as they did briefly.

He adores cuddling into you to feel your presence. They occasionally nibble on you. It isn't a harsh, biting sensation. It is more like a cat licking its owner as a sign of great trust and endearment. He laps up your excess grace and offers you a loopy grin.

Their body always tightens when they feel the soul of your vessel still in there. It's so close to you. This soul that could so easily be snuffed out. It's what Lucifer whispers into them, day and night. 'Smite the unworthy soul.'

That expression on his face. You do not know what the voice is telling him, but you are aware that it is inherently sinful.

What a repulsive monstrosity he has to deal with.

It makes you think of the other repulsive monstrosity you had to deal with.

🐝 Meg. You haven't thought on her in a while. She's being tortured. In hell. You delivered her to Crowley when you first descended upon the hospital. It was instinctual. It made your wings flare at the sight of such a dirty creature 'caring' for Cas. No. After everything you have done for them. You would not allow such a thing to touch them.

They returned the support with the utmost devotion. More bodies began to turn up. It was messy. Castiel was the guilty party, quite obviously. It wasn't righteous but still touching.

That's when you learned, well, you didn't. You are unsure as to why Castiel repetitiously does it. They insist it is because of how you protected them from Meg. It seemed to 'connect some dots' in their mind and made them appreciate you that much more.

You sense some truth in his words, but it goes much deeper than that. It is elusive. A much darker beast is prowling around inside of Cas, and it isn't Lucifer.

🐝 𓂃 ... @enchantedruin

[evilminji]

Definitely! Way I figure it? They are actually? SUPER LOUD in the exact opposite direction? Anikin is Producing Noise like a megaphone, while SI-OC is RECEIVING noise? Like a massive speaker system?

But! Critically? BOTH are being ACTED UPON by outside forces to create that Noise! Anikin is YELLING because he is TRYING TO BE HEARD OVER ALL THESE OTHER PEOPLE! Who are all TALK SO VERY LOUDLY. WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S QUITE IN HERE? NO ITS NOT. ITS SO LOUD!

All those life forms. All the noise they make. It cacophonous.

SI-OC though? She can't hear SHIT from THEM. No, she hear ONE(1) NOISE. All the time. And it? Is? THE VOICE OF SPACE GOD.

BOOMING.

Consuming.

How could ANYONE focus on anything ELSE? It's like the voice of a planet. A star system. A galaxy and universe and REALITY AND-!!!

The Force is LOUD in her head. Anyone listening near her? Runs the risk of getting dragged in. Taken for a ride. Losing a few hours and learning a few deeply uncomfortable life lessons. Getting a few spiritual revelations perhaps.

But! Can an speaker produce sound into a megaphone? Yes. And if it's LOUD enough? It'll drown everything else put. Be the only input.

The analogy breaks down. Yet? Like Matter and Antimatter. Like opposite charges. A clear reaction. They don't have to be friends. Don't have to understand each other. Like each other. To NEED each other. But? It probably helps.

Anikin could ABSOLUTELY shield her mind. He is VERY clearly powerful enough. The Force would listen. But? It would turn it's attention? To HIM.

See what she sees, Anikin. It's basically meditation for you, Anikin. Get some time and distance from your upset, a chance to calm down and remember your compassion, Anikin.

Of course? If we still wanted his story to end in tragedy? That makes it all the WORSE. That not killing Palpatine, that not stopping Order 66, not just costs him his wife? His friends? His mentor? But ALSO?

His spiritual other half. The Balance. The Oracle. Weak to his strong, strong to his weak. Someone who understands being "chosen" by the Force? Is a terrible thing indeed. Someone he never intended to hurt. Wouldn't have killed.

Someone he NEEDED. Like air. Like vital organs.

Because without them? The screaming in his head? NEVER STOPS. Because now he is not only ALONE? But he is in a hell he can't escape from. The very Force itself, no longer speaking to him. It answers. He can force it to obey.

But it no longer loves him.

(Oh, you tragic thing. Yes. Yes it does. It never stopped. You just can't hear it anymore.)

Course, if we want to go the OTHER way? Anikin getting to go on Force Enforced Spiritual Roadtrips? Probably with all sorts of various Force Sects Worshipers who've died? Really broadens his horizons. Makes for a very? BALANCED view of the Force.

.....and a VERY informed view on the Sith. Since like... SO MANY of them died to those bastards. He uuuuuh..... hey, Obi-Wan? Not to alarm you, or anything, but he's? Started to recognize a few of the statues and stuff in the Chancellor's office? And he's not sure how to bring it up... D:>

*Paternal Kill Bill Sirens start going off* .....oh?

Star Wars Thingy!

Inspired by @evilminji

So, they often talk about a SI who is force sensitive, right? But what if they just, aren't? Not in any meaningful way, beyond what all life is capable of, anyway.

Abandoned at the Jedi temple, they do not fit in, yet do you truly see the Jedi turning a child in need away?

So the SI wanders the temple where they do not belong venturing deeper. Deeper still. Falls down, as they are clumsy as all children are. Into a Force Nexus. Which are, according to Minji, Luminous Light. That SI lacks the sight to see, but much like radiation it still impacts them.

... Idk where to go from there.

@hdgnj @spidori @mayfay @hypewinter

@itshype @dragonsrequiem

[diminuel]

Ace confessing he was thinking about using Edward hit me hard in the feels because yeah, that is on one hand funny and on the other angsty:

🔥: Nearly used your name, glad that I didn't now because that's embarrassing.

WB: no no, please feel free to use it, you're my son now, we can tell everyone Rocks was you being a rebelling teenager

🔥: 😦

But on the other hand I can see that revelation about Crocodile considering him at one point as a father/family bringing up guilt. When going with Rocks D. Crocodile, I headcanon that Whitebeard either assumed him dead and felt guilty about it, or that maybe Big Mom took him because she's big about family/that's a bloodline she would be interested in keeping. Either way, years later Crocodile hunts him down and confronts him about how he claims all these people as his children but abandoned him when he was a literal child that grew up with him, and they fight and Crocodile looses a hand due to that tho I think that would be either an accident or because of other circumstances surrounding the situation (I read a story once in which he lost his hand because he tied himself to something so he wouldn't drown but consequently killed the blood flow after leaving the Moby). Ace being on the Moby could maybe lead to him tentatively seeking out Croc again to see if they can finally reconcile or at least find some closure.

And yeah, Marineford is really weird when you get more information later on, like Sengoku is confirmed to have cared for Rosinante so it's weird that he should care that much about parentage with Ace. I think the WG basically forced the Marine's hand and ordered the public execution to eradicate the Roger bloodline and display their might while also hoping to get rid of WB. And they had to announce Ace's parentage because they needed a reason for this kind of spectacle, especially when we see who else just gets thrown into Impel Down, executions in the One Piece world seem kinda rare, either the criminals die before they're caught, they end up in Impel Down, or the WG just Buster Calls everything but executions by the Marines? Can't remember any besides Roger's and Ace's.

There's a lot of potential to give Crocodile a sad/ traumatic backstory when it gets to his loss to Whitebeard. I like pretty much everything! No idea what I'd go for (though in my Rocks D. Crocodile post I suggested that Crocodile reached out once for help but WB denied him - it would still fit in with Croc's potential rage that WB takes on everyone needing help, a home, a family. Everyone but him.)

And a Whitebeard and Crocodile reconciliation via Ace does sound very nice ;w;

Yeah, Marineford was a trap for WB and a display of their might but it seemed like a pretty foolish decision on the Marine's side because so many things could have gone wrong. And since it was broadcast - but only selectively (they conveniently cut out the parts of it that would show the marine's less than savory actions), they clearly wanted to tell a particular narrative. Still. Hmm. *squints at Sengoku*

[spoofymcgee]

just heard the little 'wait–you're helping us?' in other ways of persuasion again and it knocked something loose in my brain again so:

i think dropping astyanax took odyseuss's faith in the gods–he started having to fight against either them or himself to get what he wants

the cyclops and polites dying took his willingness to listen to advice from his crew–if he can just be in control and making all the decisions maybe it'll be okay

the wind bag (and athena leaving but i already made a post about that) took his faith that anyone was going to help them, which is why he's so surprised with circe

circe gave a little of that faith back, along with allowing him to draw a line in the sand he won't cross again, stabilizing him just enough that he starts to feel guilty about everyone he couldn't save, and this happens just in time for:

tiresias! who reminds odyseuss of what happened last time he tried to hold onto his faith and ideals and gives them a prophecy which basically seals their fate, so by the time monster rolls around odysseus loses what boundaries and belief he's managed to recover and gives up the guilt and desire to be kind in the hopes that he'll be able to make it home by becoming a different person

and then we get to scylla where odyseuss, having finally relinquished his ideals, makes a choice that takes the remaining faith of his crew and friends from him

but we'll remember that he crossed the line of sacrificing his crew already so when thunder bringer comes around that's not where he loses something: this is only arc imo where he doesn't relinquish something, rather we see that despite his lack of faith in the gods he still won't defy them

the wisdom saga is wonderful because it's basically athena going through and picking up everything odyseuss has dropped in reverse order: she starts to understand the base impetus causing him to struggle to get back home, and then the last thing he'll lose (spoilers for my crackpot theory here) which is the belief that he can't defy the gods: she tries to play by the rules of zeus's game and succeeds through that and convincing the other gods rather than fighting them

then she gets the willingness to sacrifice herself for her friends and take the impossible path rather than the easy one when she continues to defy zeus–though she doesn't directly attack him–and. well it's a little messy because it's really just five songs, but back in we'll be fine she gets back the faith in her friend and having someone there to help her, but! her success at the end restores her belief in her own ability to change things

and then we get to the vengeance saga! which is excellent because odyseuss thinks he's giving up his determination to get home, risking it in order to achieve it, when he's really giving up the one other thing he's been holding onto since the beginning: his inability to defy the gods

which is just. so fucking horrible because that's his monster moment! that's what finally earns him the title! because if he'd been willing to do that from the beginning none of this would have happened! but odyseuss needed to learn everything else first and he could only give that up once he had, but then he does and we finally finish stripping him down to the one motivation he can't lose: getting home no matter the cost, which we referenced from the first song

which is why this musical has been eating my brain for weeks now because time is a circle and an inevitable tragedy and we only notice once it's too late to do anything about

thank you for coming to my ted talk insane rant about this work of art

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[ibit3u]

For some reason, Skylar knew that the sound of those boots echoing down the hall belonged to Homelander. It was odd, like the famous Supe just carried this aura about him wherever he went. Even when not in sight, you just knew it was him. Skylar wasn’t worried though. If James wanted him dead he’d have killed him by now. Unless he was planning on letting his master do the dirty deed for him, in which case he lost even more respect for the elder vampire. No, Skylar knew this was just a matter of principle, of James appealing to his master and bringing him the catch of the day, proof that he’d done as was ordered. That’s all this was.

Course, Skylar couldn’t react at all. Couldn’t speak until the thrall was lifted. And so even when Homelander made his grand entrance, it was met with silence from his part. There was no reaction, no gasp of awe or plead for mercy. Nothing. He just sat there looking brain dead, unable to do anything but listen. Perhaps that’s what James’ goal was all along. For him to shut up and listen for once. And normally Skylar wouldn’t have minded, except the way Homelander spoke - so sure of himself and cocky - he’d rather listen to nails being dragged down a chalk board. God, Homelander was so full of himself and James wasn’t helping matters. He could hear the shift in tone, the way the elder became smitten, clearly hooked on every word that flowed form Homelander’s lips.

It made him sick.

Next thing Skylar knew, Homelander was sat right in front of him and gripped his jaw, forcing eye contact. He wished for one fucking moment people would stop manhandling him like a dog. Though, his ears did perk as the Supe ordered the thrall to be lifted, actually doing Skylar a favour. Within moments, he felt that all consuming weight lift. His mind became his own again, the haze washing away. He was back in control. Which was either going to be his saving grace or his demise. He wanted to scream, to curse Homelander out. Fuck, he wanted to tear the bastards throat out! The way he was droning on and on felt more like a show for James more than anything else. He was just the unwilling participant.

But then Homelander revealed he knew what was said in the tower, all those things Skylar had uttered while people watched and stared in confusion. His expression gave him away, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Homelander’s senses were sharper than he thought. Far sharper. Skylar swallowed hard, lips parting as if to speak, but he changed his mind and actually kept silent for the time being. Especially after the way Homelander leaned in with that god awful smile, like a crazed maniac. And that was when he noticed the fangs. Not just sharp human canines, but actual fangs. Fangs of a vampire. But…how?! It didn’t make sense. Surely word would’ve gotten out by now? Rumours? Yet he’d heard nothing on the streets or in the clubs about the great Homelander being a fucking vampire! His gaze shifted to James quickly as if asking what the fuck, before eyeing Homelander once more.

Not only did Homelander know what Skylar said about him in the lobby, but everything else he’d said to James in the alleyway. How the fuck was that even possible?! His gaze shifted between Homelander and James, noting how the elder clearly had heart eyes for the Supe. …No, there was no way these two were actually…no. There had to be some other explanation surely. Even if it would make a lot of sense. The very thought almost had Skylar throw up in his mouth but he shook it away, swallowed it down. He let Homelander continue his little monologue, shaking his head and tutting. “There’s nothing in the area to suggest hunting is off limits. How the hell was I supposed to know it was protected? Better yet: why am I the one getting the blame when there’s others in the territory you’ve claimed as yours? You seriously don’t think I’m the only one, do you?” Skylar scoffed.

“More to the point: what the fuck are you?!” He asked, the question loud in his mind. “You’re different. I can smell it. And it’s not just the fact you’re a Supe…it’s something else. Something more. I’ve never…came across it before.” He admitted, looking confused and concerned. “Is this your big plan? To enslave not only humans but vampires as well? Make us all bow down to you, grovel and play fetch quests like your lapdog over there?” He asked with a tilt of his head in James’ direction. Skylar scoff laughed as he stood from the chair. “What a fucking jo—“ Only he was cut off by a very strong hand on his shoulder that pushed him back down. Strength even more powerful than James…an elder. He couldn’t move under that mere touch, forced to do as was ordered. He couldn’t shift that hand if he tried.

And then Homelander showed his true colors. His tone completely changed, his whole demeanour in fact. Intimidating, animalistic. Terrifying. Teeth bared and eyes aglow. Despite the horrific sight, Skylar couldn’t look away, only stare in fright and shock. There was clearly far more to Homelander than the public knew. This wasn’t the version people saw on tv or at events. Nor the version who posed for photos and whose face was plastered on billboards all across the city. This version was dangerous and unhinged. A threat more than a hero. It just confused Skylar all the more as to why James stood by him. Why he stood by a monster that was a threat to his own kind.

@ashortdropandasuddenstop @hom3land3r

Skylar had returned that growlhiss with one of his own as he was slammed against the nearest wall. He was about to protest, to struggle and attempt to fight back. James’ grip was stronger than he could overcome, and he hated that fact. The moment he was silenced by the hand over his mouth, Skylar muttered and mumbled a string of curses as his brows furrowed in pure fury.

Again, he tried to struggle. Tried to break free of that grip…but couldn’t. And then all was lost as James commanded eye contact. Skylar couldn’t resist, obeying as a pack would obey its alpha. He couldn’t refuse the elder vampire. As dark eyes met green, he felt himself be pulled deeper and deeper, felt the walls of his mind cave in and a leash around his neck as he came to heel under James’ control.

His movements stilled. He stopped resisting and instead totally gave in to what the elder had commanded. The muttering and objections had also stopped. Skylar fell silent under James’ touch, his eyes growing distant and hazy as if he was out on autopilot. Yet he was aware of everything around him, he just couldn’t react in any way. He was now docile, James getting some peace at last.

As Skylar was dragged through to the elevator, he followed obediently under James’ guidance. While inside his mind he wanted to scream and tear the elder to shreds…he couldn’t. Not after that command, not after the thrall. Only when it was lifted would Skylar be free and in control again. All he could do was obey and do as he was told, which pissed him off more and more with each passing second. Even in the elevator, Skylar stared straight ahead, eyes glassy. He couldn’t react to James’ own taunts and warnings about Homelander. The fact he was being brought to the Supe made him feel sick. Who the hell made him in charge, and how the hell did he obtain a vampire lapdog?!

None of it made sense. But deep down Skylar knew he wouldn’t get out of this easily. Either Homelander would kill him instantly…or somehow find a way to drag out his torture for longer. Whatever the case, Skylar was outnumbered. He couldn’t even fight James never mind adding Homelander to the mix, and he doubted any vampires he knew would be interested in that fight either. So he was all alone. He’d have to be smart about this…if he even got the chance to be.

As the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, Skylar was once again guided and led by James. He was very much aware he was being brought to Homelander just so James could bask in the glory and please his master. The idea made him want to throw up, however while under that thrall he couldn’t do much of anything at all until it was lifted. Skylar hated nothing worse than being trapped inside his own mind. It was useless to even try fighting it. James was too powerful to be weakened. He would have to rely on the elder becoming distracted in some way. Perhaps at the sight of his master? There was a small chance and it wasn’t one Skylar was relying on. James seemed like the professional type that was too focused on not letting Homelander down to allow himself to disappoint in any capacity.

Skylar would have no option but to see this through, one way or another…

[yakool-foolio]

Guess who I'm gonna cosplay as this year-

[jaevy]

your room was square

i once noticed from there

in your bed, as you slept

and i held my breath

everything had its own place

and i wondered what space would i take

in the order you kept

[featheredomen]

...wondering how dramatic it would be to buy a mini fridge and stick it in my room because my brother refuses to understand that sometimes I purchase food and drinks that are specifically meant for me, and when I write my name on them that means that they are in fact, not for him

[the-frog-blog]

I have absolutely no idea what my goals in life are

[apathyfairy]

not me pulling up to the starbucks drive thru looking as ugly as humanly possible only to realize that the cute barista boy is working and he got a haircut and he's even cuter than before i fear