#i might have missed stuff i dunno

[a-whispering-echo]

WYVLISKS

Physical Traits:

Wyvlisks are draconic-humanoids with a graceful, almost elfin build. They possess spindly yet elegant proportions, standing tall or short depending on lineage. Their most prominent dragon-like features, such as scales, wings, and horns, only appear after marriage, marking a monumental transformation from their mostly human-like state. Pre-marriage Wyvlisks can appear entirely human, with no external signs of their draconic heritage.

Some Wyvlisks have the unique ability to shapeshift into cat-sized dragons, though this is a rare and revered gift. This form is considered sacred, often reserved for private or ceremonial moments.

Lifecycle & Maturity:

Wyvlisks are considered "infants" until their 20s, reflecting their prolonged development, both physically and magically. They remain in a juvenile phase until they marry, which is when their full magical potential is unlocked. This rite of passage transforms them from unremarkable beings into powerful, awe-inspiring creatures.

The act of marriage doesn’t just signify commitment but is also the key to unlocking their draconic traits. This magical metamorphosis is considered a sacred, almost divine event, marked by a public ceremony where their horns, wings, and/or scales emerge in a dazzling spectacle. It is said that witnessing this transformation is like watching a star being born, a radiant blend of power and beauty.

Cultural Roles:

Wyvlisks are often seen as embodiments of beauty and power, especially after marriage. Historically, they were revered and sought after by noble houses and influential leaders. A Wyvlisk spouse was considered a divine blessing, a sign of favor from the gods, and was often treated with great reverence and respect.

Despite their grace and elegance, Wyvlisks are formidable, especially with their unparalleled healing abilities. Seeing a scarred Wyvlisk is a chilling sight, as it suggests a battle fierce enough to overwhelm their natural regeneration.

Marriage & Jewellery Traditions:

Jewellery is a crucial part of Wyvlisk culture, used to denote marital status, power, and emotional ties.

Silver: Worn by singles, silver is a highly significant metal. Silver jewelry is passed down through generations, becoming treasured family heirlooms. A child is given their first piece of silver on their 20th birthday, an important rite of passage. If a Wyvlisk is not gifted this silver by their family, it is the greatest insult—a sign of disownment. For a parent to withhold silver is to sever ties permanently.

Gold: Worn by married Wyvlisks, gold symbolizes the beauty and strength of their union.

Black: Worn during courtship or engagement, black jewellery shows a Wyvlisk is in a relationship that is progressing towards marriage.

Copper: Widowed Wyvlisks wear copper, and the natural oxidation of the metal reflects the length of their mourning period. The longer a Wyvlisk wears oxidized copper, the more respect they are shown, as it displays the depth of their loss

Interestingly, gifting silver to a partner signifies the end of a relationship. It's a respectful but final act, akin to saying, "We are no longer bound."

Courtship Rituals:

Courtship among Wyvlisks involves braiding each other's hair—a symbolic act representing dominance, protection, and the readiness to provide for one another. The act of allowing someone to braid your hair is a gesture of deep trust and submission, indicating that you are willing to let them shape your future.

Wyvlisks also prove their worthiness to potential mates by engaging in feats of strength or skill, such as hunting, sparring, or other displays of prowess. These actions serve as proof that they are capable of protecting their partner and building a strong family.

Hair and Power Hierarchy:

Hair plays a vital role in Wyvlisk society. From infancy until around age 5, it’s acceptable for Wyvlisk children to wear their hair loose. However, as they grow older, loose hair is seen as childish or even uncultured. As they mature, their hairstyles become more intricate, signifying age, wisdom, and power.

Braids are not just decorative but also functional, acting as a symbol of one's magical and social standing. The more elaborate the braiding, the older and stronger the Wyvlisk. Powerful Wyvlisks adorn their hair with jewels, bands, and metal ties, often denoting magical prowess or social status. The positioning and angle of the braids also communicate hidden messages within Wyvlisk culture—where a single misplaced braid could cause offense or signal a challenge.

The Magic of Color and Gifting:

Each Wyvlisk possesses a unique magical aura, and their partner's jewellery is adorned with stones that match this aura in colour. These stones, crafted by hand, must perfectly reflect the precise shade of their partner’s magic. This attention to detail is crucial in maintaining the deep bonds between Wyvlisk partners.

When a Wyvlisk proposes marriage, they not only give their partner gold but also present the partner's family with a golden chalice. The chalice symbolizes acceptance into the family and is used during the wedding ceremony when both families drink from it in honour of their union. The partner is also gifted a personalized object—something deeply tied to their interests or the relationship. If this gift is not well-received, it can lead to an immediate dissolution of the courtship, as it indicates a lack of understanding between the couple.

Ancient Legacy & Fall from Dominance:

In ancient times, Wyvlisks were considered divine emissaries, believed to have descended from celestial dragons. Their marriages were seen as cosmic unions, and their species held positions of immense power and influence in many societies. To marry a Wyvlisk was to be blessed by the gods, and their beauty was considered otherworldly.

Over time, however, the Wyvlisk’s dominance waned. Legends speak of wars, betrayals, and internal strife that weakened their once-thriving population. While their influence may have diminished, they remain symbols of great honor, and marrying a Wyvlisk is still considered a rare and treasured gift.

Wyvlisk Tribal Structure: The Five Tribes

The Wyvlisk tribes are scattered across various terrains, from lush forests to desolate mountains. Though they share a common heritage, each tribe has developed unique cultural identities. The differences in their approach to scars, marriage, physical appearances, and magical practices are significant.

The Horiskh Tribe (Mountain Dwellers)

Physical Traits:

Size: Generally taller and more muscular, Horiskh Wyvlisks are adapted to the harsh, rugged mountain terrain.

Scales and Hair: They often have dark, metallic scales with shimmering hues of bronze or copper, providing natural camouflage against rocky environments. Hair colours range from deep black to silver-Gray.

Wing Structure: Their wings, post-marriage, are larger and more powerful than those of other tribes, allowing them to navigate high-altitude winds.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Worship: Horiskh Wyvlisks revere scars, believing that each scar represents a victory against a formidable foe or natural challenge. Scarred Wyvlisks are held in god-like esteem, often becoming leaders or spiritual guides.

Courtship Rituals: In courtship, physical prowess and endurance tests are key. Partners braid each other’s hair mid-hunt or during combat training, symbolizing unity in strength and mutual protection.

Magical Specialization: Horiskh Wyvlisks are known for their earth-based magic, manipulating stone and metal, which they use to shape their mountain homes and forge intricate jewellery.

Marriage Customs: Gold worn by Horiskh Wyvlisks often incorporates raw gems found in mountain caves, symbolizing the unrefined power of their union. These gems are believed to carry spiritual energy from the mountains, enhancing the couple’s magical abilities. weapon-shaped jewellery (miniature daggers, shields, or spears) are common, In addition to standard anklets, they wear elaborate golden bracelets on their arms and horns if present, signifying their prowess in combat.

The Aelithe Tribe (Forest Guardians)

Physical Traits:

Size: The Aelithe are generally shorter and more agile, perfectly suited to their forest environments. Their horns are thin and almost ethereal, often resembling the twisting shapes of tree branches.

Scales and Hair: Their scales are often green, gold, or dark brown, providing camouflage among the trees. Hair colours vary from earthy brown to deep red, and leaf-like patterns sometimes appear in their scales. NOTE: Some Aelithe have been noted to have very dark, almost black or purple scales and hair. The reason for this is unknown, as it does not appear to be genetic.

Wings: Post-marriage wings are smaller and more delicate, resembling butterfly or dragonfly wings in some, emphasizing their stealth and agility.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scarring and Purity: Scarring in the Aelithe Tribe is seen as a terrible blemish, corrupting the natural beauty that is central to their identity. Scarred individuals are often banished or sent to live in isolation, as they are believed to disrupt the natural flow of magic.

Courtship Rituals: Aelithe courtship is centred around forest stewardship and harmony with the natural world. Couples often braid each other’s hair while surrounded by nature, and they are required to tend to sacred trees, whose health is believed to reflect the health of their relationship.

Magical Specialization: Aelithe Wyvlisks wield plant and life-based magic, able to influence the growth of plants and even communicate with the forest. Their braided hair often contains living vines or flowers, signifying their connection to the wild.

Marriage Customs:

Gold jewelry in the Aelithe Tribe is delicate, often adorned with small wooden carvings or enchanted leaves. These elements are thought to represent the fragility and beauty of life, as well as their deep bond with nature

The Kethlin Tribe (Desert Survivors)

Physical Traits:

Size: The Kethlin Tribe tends to produce tall and lean Wyvlisks, with long limbs and narrow frames, adapted for survival in hot, arid climates. Their horns are less prominent, but their claws are unusually sharp, marking them as natural hunters.

Scales and Hair: Their scales are commonly gold, sandy, or white, reflecting the harsh sunlight of the desert. Hair colours range from pale blond to deep auburn to dusky greys. Hair ALWAYS turns grey in old age. The lack of pigmentation in their scales is a symbol of power and beauty. Scarfs and head coverings are common, used to keep sand out of more delicate areas, like eyes.

Wings: Post-marriage wings are slender, bat-like, enabling gliding over long distances in the desert winds. Their wings are small, adapted for short bursts of flight, perfect for their nomadic lifestyle

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Acceptance: In the Kethlin Tribe, scars are a neutral symbol—neither revered nor despised. They are seen as natural consequences of life in a harsh environment. However, excessive scarring can lead to concerns about one’s ability to defend oneself, and thus may harm social standing. A scar is simply a sign that you have lived long enough to earn one.

Courtship Rituals: Kethlin courtship is a test of survival skills. Prospective partners undertake long treks to prove their endurance and mental fortitude. Many also play fight for dominance and enjoyment. Braiding each other’s hair after a natural disaster or during a challenging journey is a sign of respect and readiness for partnership.

Magical Specialization: Their magic is tied to heat, sand, and wind, allowing them to create mirages, shift dunes, or manipulate desert air to summon powerful gusts.

Marriage Customs:

The gold jewellery of the Kethlin Tribe is often spotted, in microscopic small dots, so the full image is made of very small craftsmanship, representing the shifting and ever-changing nature of life. Chalices given to families are etched with desert motifs, and filled with water gathered from distant oases, symbolizing endurance and perseverance. They are also known for their simplistic but meaningful jewellery, often carved from bones, animal teeth, or natural materials like clay.

The Sireshith Tribe (Swamp and River Inhabitants)

Physical Traits:

Size: Sireshith Wyvlisks are shorter and stockier, with muscular builds adapted for swimming and navigating through murky, swampy environments.

Scales and Hair: Their scales range from dark green to teal, often with bioluminescent markings that glow softly at night. Hair tends to be dark blue or black, with a slick, wet sheen. Nakedness is seen as very natural, and clothing is often slight or see through in appearance. Many only clothe themselves when visiting other tribes. Elders often weave kelp or seaweed into their braids as a sign of their closeness to nature and water.

Wings: Their wings are webbed, designed for gliding over water rather than flying long distances. Their wings are large but webbed slightly, resembling those of sea dragons, and they are excellent swimmers. Their horns are sleek and pointed, resembling shark fins.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Rituals: Scarring is considered a sign of rebirth in the Sireshith Tribe. Each scar tells a story of survival in the dangerous swamps, where creatures and natural hazards are abundant. Scarred Wyvlisks are often seen as wise and resilient, but there is no reverence or worship of scars, simply respect for those who bear them.

Courtship Rituals: In the Sireshith Tribe, courtship involves swimming in sacred waters. Couples braid their hair while submerged waist-deep in the water, allowing the current to influence the braid patterns, which are thought to show the course of their future together.

Magical Specialization: Sireshith Wyvlisks have control over water-based magic, including the ability to purify, manipulate, and control water. Some can even influence local aquatic wildlife to assist them. Frog and fish 'pets' are common.

Marriage Customs:

Their gold jewellery is often 'water-themed', with rippled textures or set with river stones. Ceremonial chalices contain sacred swamp water, believed to enhance fertility and prosperity.

The Xethari Tribe (Sky Nomads)

Physical Traits:

Size: Xethari Wyvlisks are lean and medium-height, with a build that emphasizes speed and agility.

Scales and Hair: Their scales are often iridescent blue or silver, shimmering like the sky or clouds. Hair colours are typically white, pale blue, or soft purple, mimicking the colours of the dawn or dusk sky. The Xethari style their hair in tight, controlled braids, with minimal decoration, often incorporating dark feathers or nightshade blossoms as symbols of their mystical nature. Their society values mystery and control, and their hair reflects their emphasis on keeping personal power hidden.

Wings: Their wings are the most developed, resembling those of large birds of prey, giving them unparalleled speed and agility in flight.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Stigma: In the Xethari Tribe, scars are considered a terrible mark of weakness. Since they pride themselves on aerial prowess, a Wyvlisk who is injured to the point of scarring is often exiled or reduced in status, as it implies a failure in battle or flight.

Courtship Rituals: Xethari courtship involves aerial dances, where partners demonstrate their speed and agility in flight. Braiding occurs while hovering in mid-air, a display of dexterity and trust.

Magical Specialization: Xethari Wyvlisks wield air and lightning-based magic, able to control wind currents or summon storms.

Marriage Customs:

Their gold jewellery often contains sky crystals or feathers. Chalices are filled with rainwater, believed to be blessed by the sky gods.

Their silver is often tarnished intentionally as part of their aesthetic.

[jaggedpeak]

anyone else think about these two and get really really really sad

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Random Togami Headcanon 13

TL;DR - Byakuya's bettered himself but he still has a long road of healing. Also, heads up. This one's not happy like most of the others. Gets a bit hopeful at the end but there's still a lot of sad topics here. Viewer discretion is advised. Now that he feels more empathy for others and possesses some capability for putting himself in another's shoes, thoughts he used to have about the lower class make him feel... off. Perhaps guilt or discomfort with himself. It doesn't help though looking at his classmates every school day and being reminded of the mindset he was raised with. It especially doesn't help when he looks at Makoto who helped him. Makoto being the commoner of all commoner's also hurts. He appreciates what Makoto's done to help him but it unintentionally stabs him hard within his chest that he needed someone's help to get to this point and the someone being a commoner he once wrote off. Next, with this empathy, the heir feels better with his life and happiness but fundamentally worse. It's as if he deteriorated though, logically, he knows it's not the case. He knows that the illogical side of his brain covers itself in the hides of reason and rationale. Essentially, Byakuya ends up having a grueling struggle with dealing with these emotions that, for the majority of his life, he buried and repressed. Emotions that both make him feel more fulfilled in life but that tear him apart inside. Bouts where he feels either extremely content with how he's turned out or that dread and despair that he's slipping back into his old ways. In fact, at times, it becomes overwhelming for him to handle which he especially hates. Being overwhelmed is yet another thing he once viewed as a weakness and, to some extent, he still does. Sometimes, to cope, jokes to himself on whether existing itself is something he feels is a weakness. However, though he has a lot of emotions and thoughts that upset him now as a bettered person, one big thing that pains him is that he has the capability and the intelligence to notice all of this. It's the acknowledgment that stings. The heir notices that he has a problem, that he probably needs help, maybe even therapy, but then he spirals more because of that realization. Why should HE need HELP for these problems of his?! He's an independent person! He should logically be able to handle this himself. He's always handled his problems on his own! Why should he now need someone or just a support system of people to aid in his path of healing? He feels gross for that support system being the classmates who he once adamantly despised with such vitriol. With the added empathy, he also feels shame as he doesn't want to hurt any more people in his life now. He has the hindsight to know this now. He questions himself. Is the situation he's in even that big of a deal and should he keep searching for answers on the "why" and "how"? Is it worth it? Comparisons to the peasants he used to once adamantly demonize also do not escape him. He feels worse because, while he's breaking at the seams, countless of other commoners have similar thoughts too. He's not unique and a bit of that stings his lingering superiority. Then, there is the fact that Byakuya feels even worse about this BECAUSE commoners can handle stuff like this and yet, he keeps saying that he can't due to his mental spirals. Either that or the older thoughts of hating commoners bites back by making him feel like he's "acting like one". He knows by this point that he's actively tearing himself down and that he needs to escape this cycle of mental abuse. He feels shame in himself though. He feels humiliated. Pathetic. Overly emotional in ways he's never felt before. He still has that hope though. The hope that he can get through his. The heir's already delt with so much whether canon, non-despair, or an au of some kind. He's continued on despite it all. And, though long ago, he would have pushed some of this hope off for it being too optimistic, he's grown to care less about that sort of thought anymore. Byakuya can do this.

[keeps-ache]

in a cafe rn. this place is nice :>

[sysig]

Really digging out the old OCs now; Pan-na, Pilok, Azalea, squirrel boys Will and Damien, and Cupid and Venus <3 (Patreon)

[sweetdreamspootypie]

I am finally encountering social situations where I have to work out how to address misgendering and now finally relate to the Grumpy People of Tumblr Discourse Past

In that... what 'adult sounding' terms can I even point to to use in casual conversation as a nonbinary person?

Enby is the default suggestion which I guess I could try

But my problem is compounded by the fact that I don't actually have any terms that I already use

Whenever I say anything self referential, it is exclusively always in the context of telling someone (or myself) that I beat the executive dysfunction ('i did a thing' millennial style)

So my existing terms of self reference are just

Good noodle (who did the thing)

Very Helpful Engine (what my mother says when I do the thing, and is a reference to Thomas the Tank Engine)

Or, very rarely, just

A Bean

And while cutesyness works for internal processing, it doesn't really cohere to the desired public facing quasi-butchness I'm going for

I have not actually said anything since the first instance bc

Them: "very impressive furniture shifting and renting and driving a truck all by yourself! What a woman!"

And my instinctual response was just to blurt out the correction "bean!" and skitter off...

[side note: it was interesting that the dad also used the same instance of furniture moving demonstration of physical prowess go emphasize and affirm the son's masculinity - directly in reference to the dad's masculinity "that's my son", in the same moment as the mother saw it as female empowerment for me... Almost as if the boost in the sense of self efficacy and self concept and achievement that comes from a satisfying hard task is a gender neutral experience... But we just experience it as gendered bc our self concept includes gender...and it is also projected upon us by others who see us as extensions of themselves]

Anyway I need to find a work around for this bc I am historically a praise starved bitch (the other self referential term which also doesn't work) and finally have a mother figure trying to say nice things but the shots go wide lol

Might just have to lean in and reclaim dyke

Hello yes please exclusively refer to me as the excellent lesbian sleeping with your son

[lagtrain]

i srsly cant wait for tomorrow... i need my free pulls + colourfes

[jesse-cosay]

I just realized I'm gonna have to start posting art here again. Devastating.

[gregmarriage]

lot of feelings about being disabled and bedridden and housebound etc, and the disappointment and sadness, etc that comes with it. especially, bc a girl asked me out for coffee and i don’t know how to let her down and say, ‘yeah, don’t hold your breath’

[tempe-brennans]

i wish i was serious about literally anything

[no-13s-alt-account]

Might need to workshop some ideas here so they aren’t harmful or unintentionally disrespectful. Not what I intended.

[foxxsong]

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

[sunny-knight]

oh….. the THINGS i would give for a @forgettable-au movie……..

gang- okay…

The vision of Papyrus and Gaster at Wingdings’ funeral…. was so vivid in my head. And now its going to be there forever. and i have 0 complaints.

Dunno if any of you have played Omori, but SPOILERS!

the context to this is kinda like the Blackspace segment. Papyrus is in his head sorting out the shit he needs to sort out through metaphors n such. But Gaster is also there because he can do that because theyre the same person (IT MAKES SENSE)

I imagine that whole thing happens right after Papyrus regains all his wingdings memories like he gets knocked out or something- IM MAKING A LOT OF ASSUMPTIONS HERE LIKE HE MIGHT NOT EVEN REMEMBER, EVER!!! I REALLY HOPE HE DOES!!! BUT!!!

Just let me have my silly fanfics…

After a lot of fighting and agony over the question of WHO IS PAPYRUS? ESPECIALLY AFTER HE’S LEARNED TOO MUCH?

it ends with a somber scene of putting Wingdings to rest, letting his 2 halves live their own lives.

Papyrus asks “Why did you do this?” as in… Why did you bring me here? and why did you do what you did? throwing yourself into the void?

Gaster has the same answer for both of those questions

Thats my theory, I think a lot of Gaster/Wingdings’ ambition, in game and in comic, is just curiosity

TIME FOR SOME FUN LITTLE EASTER EGGS!!!

In the first frame, theres a raindrop in front of Papyrus’ eye socket, meant to allude to Wingdings’ eye lights.

Also the field is filled with Echo and Golden flowers. Echo represents Wingdings, and Golden represents Papyrus. Gaster is just Gaster, don’t worry about him

I also had fun making the save point star look sorta like a cross from the distance…cause yknow…heaven….TEEHEE

I got emotional putting “dearest brother” on the grave cause I couldnt put any more stuff like “closest friend” or “dear son”….Sans was kinda all he had…

and lastly heres some bonus behind the scenes stuff because I have enough room for it

some sketches, and a speedpaint with the best instrumental song ever made from the best liveaction movie ever made that has absolutely nothing to do with the forgettable au (Little Miss Sunshine - “THE WINNER IS”)

Highly recommend, 100/10, makes me UGLY SOB, think the undertale gang would like it (especially Papyrus and Undyne)

[jorongbak]

*** NO SPOILERS ***

So I just watched Deadpool & Wolverine. Here's a short jumbled review

1. I think this might be my favorite Deadpool movie. ..and I'm definitely going to be broke by the end of August

2. I was a little worried when the final trailer revealed Laura- but NO THERE'S SO MUCH MORE THEY'RE HIDING. IT WAS INSANE BECAUSE I REALLY HONEST TO GOD DIDN'T EXPECT THEM???????? PREPARE TO BE SO PLEASANTLY SURPRISED

3. This movie feels like a tribute to 20th Century Fox's Marvel and 2000s Marvel movies. As a 2000's kid who grew up watching and loving Fox's Marvel movies, it's a nice feeling of nostalgia and surprises

3-1. Love the amount of appreciation and respect they show to 20th Century Fox

4. The balance between the comedy and the serious emotional scenes are done very well. Made me laugh hard as well as made me feel for Logan and Wade. There are more serious moments than they let on from the trailers.

5. All of the fight scenes are also great. R-ratings giving Wolverine and Deadpool the permission to go all out, put Maximum Effort into all the gory, bloody, violent, satisfactory action sequences. We all know it's a sin if DP and W don't get to fight in a R-rated style, and this movie do them justice (especially Wolvie)

They are so chaotic together you'll love every time when their combined chaotic insanity intensifies.

5-1. Yes. He wears the cowl, and I goddamn loved every second Wolverine's cowl was on the screen. He wears it much longer than I expected

6. "Like a Prayer" is a perfect choice. It's beautiful

7. If you're a Wolverine fan, like me, please don't miss this movie. Hugh Jackman is of course amazing as ever as Wolverine. And with R-rated blessings, we get to see Logan being the angry grumpy cranky unsociable foul-mouthed violent no hesitation quick to stab self in his iconic yellow suit. (That was already a Hugh-ge win for me)

And the way he fights. YES. YES. YES. That's the Wolverine I love.

+) Also there's the way he moves for a very short amount of seconds in his fight with Deadpool that I want to talk so much about... but I'll hold my tongue until more of you watch the movie. It was the first time I saw him do that. It's a new move and I freakin' loved it. Wish we'd get to see him do that again later

8. I f**kin' love the ending so much. It's perfect for me. It's the very best ending I could have asked for. The ending made me love the movie so much more

9. Can they save MCU? I dunno and TBH I don't care about the whole MCU, I just care about them. I'm willing to stick around for more of Wolverine and Deadpool stuffs, and hopefully some good X-men stuffs from the Mutant saga.

10. While I can't say this movie is a masterpiece like Logan, it is definitely entertaining and a good fun watch. That is enough for me. They give what the audience came for and I absolutely love it for that.

[heich0e]

"we're having a costume party at school next week!"

sukuna's only acknowledgement of his nephew's words is that half hum/half grunt sound he makes so often—the one that always seems mostly involuntary and entirely disinterested. to the uninitiated, it might come across as dismissive, but thankfully, having spent his entire life around his uncle, yuuji's fluent enough in his unspoken language to interpret the meaning behind the man's sounds without needing him to elaborate.

"yup!" he continues. "will jichan help me pick my costume?" 

sukuna looks over at his nephew, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen of his phone. 

"me?" he asks with a quirk of his brow. 

yuuji is on the other side of the low table at the centre of the living room, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement with his two little hands pressed against the table top where his colouring pages and markers sit abandoned.

"yeah! i gotta pick a good one." yuuji nods enthusiastically. 

sukuna breathes a short breath out through his nose, but yuuji understands that, too—the sound of his beloved uncle conceding, if not outright agreement to his demands. 

"well i'm not paying for any costume, so your dad better be ready to cough up some cash," sukuna says, slumping back against the sofa behind him and stretching his sock-clad feet out under the kotatsu. "what are your ideas so far?" 

"dunno!" yuuji comes bounding around to his side of the table, clambering into his uncle's lap and settling in there. 

"why don't you just dress up like a tiger cub again?" sukuna asks, shifting to accommodate the squirming brat now trying to make himself comfortable atop him. 

yuuji purses his lips like he's thinking about it. "papa said so too."

yuuji's dressed up like a tiger cub almost every year since he was born (sukuna has many, many photos on his phone to prove it.) it's tried and true. both itadori brothers are decidedly weak to the little boy dressed with fluffy ears and a little tail. it must be genetic. 

"but kugisaki said she's dressing up like a cat, so nobody else is allowed to," yuuji adds after a moment of contemplation. 

sukuna's met yuuji's school friend kugisaki nobara once or twice when picking his nephew up from school, or dropping him off at play dates on the weekend. the kid's a tyrant. 

"off limits then," sukuna says—a bit resentfully, since he won't have another series of photos to add to his phone camera's gallery this year. "so what else?" 

"hmmmm," yuuji holds his little chin in his hand as though deep in thought. "what about a ghost?"

"boring," sukuna replies immediately. 

"a dog?"

"that's too close to a cat," the man shoots that down just as quickly as the first one. “your bossy little friend won’t like that.”

yuuji nods sagely in agreement and then tries again.  “how ‘bout a police officer?" 

"cops are losers, brat," sukuna says, suddenly stern. he points at him to add emphasis. "they're not your friends and we don't trust 'em."

yuuji's lips form a little 'o'.

"papa says—"

"your dad's a square, don't listen to him," sukuns lifts the hand that had been pointing at his nephew’s chest and flicks him lightly on the forehead. he yelps in complaint.

"if the police is bad then who do i call if i'm in trouble?" yuuji asks through a pout, rubbing the spot between his brows his uncle had just hit.

"me, obviously," the older man answers without missing a beat.

"oh," yuuji says, his expression evening out again as he acceptis this answer simply. “’kay!"

“so what else is there?” sukuna rubs his chin thoughtfully as he reflects on yuujii’s options. kids’ costumes are—decidedly—not really his area of expertise. in fact, the images that come to mind when he thinks of costumes should really not even be mentioned in the same sentence as children.

“i gotta be something cool,” yuuji insists, watching his uncle think. 

“yeah, yeah,” sukuna grunts. “what about somethin’ scary?” 

yuuji shrinks into himself a little. “i don’t like scary stuff.”

 “don’t be a wimp,” sukuna teases him, but he holds the kid a little tighter and doesn’t bring it up again. there’s a black marker on the living room floor by his thigh, with the word WASHABLE printed in thick block letters along the side. sukuna picks it up, tapping it against the ground as he contemplates his options while his nephew does the same. 

tap, tap, tap.

“what about a pumpkin?” 

“lame. what about a demon?”

“demons are scary, jicha—“

“yeah, yeah.” 

sukuna tosses his head back to rest against the sofa cushions, an arm slung across his eyes. 

when he opens them again, inspecting his own forearm, he suddenly has an idea.

(when jin comes home from work, he finds his little brother and his son shirtless in the living room—one inked in tattoos, and one sporting a crude approximation of the same tattoos scrawled in washable marker. jin freezes in confusion at the sight. 

“papa, i’m jichan!” yuuji beams proudly up at his father, arms outstretched in display. jin’s eyes turn next to his brother, who’s looking particularly smug.

“kid said he wanted a cool costume,” he shrugs. 

yuuji goes as a tiger cub again that year.)