#i underestimated how many emojis there are

[emoji-completionist]

omg a gimmick blog 0-0

they/them

i count how many emojis were used in a post (out of apple emojis bc thats what ive got 👍)

#emoji counting = counting emojis in posts/asks

#not emoji counting = anything else

#reblog = reblogs (shocker /s)

#oo aa that's my favorite asks = asks

#tw nsft = nsfw posts (anything ab sex or sex words)

if u want me to not reblog ur post lmk and ill take it down

im not considering skin tone variations (ex. 👍👍🏻👍🏼👍🏽👍🏾👍🏿 would all only count as 1 👍)

under the cut are all of the emojis i'm counting(1,865 total):

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[droolypupboy]

thread of things you can do to feel more puppy!!

warning, this is not for puppy regressors!! this is an nsfw post and probably not safe for u if you regress while online. stay safe, sfw puppies.

anyway. back to content for puppies who r fucking degenerates. i’m a switch & not only do i own a puppy sub but i am also one!! this is applicable for both partnered and solo pups, dw, there’s likely to be something here for everyone.

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🐾 grind on pillows and/or furniture!! pillows are an accessible option for everyone, not everyone has furniture they can feel comfortable doing that on because maybe they don’t live alone or what have you. but pillows are an amazing option for any and all needy puppies.

🐾 snacks can help u feel puppy a lotttt!! while it can be fun to have your partner feed you little treats, you can also absolutely do this on your own. while you’re not in the headspace, set up small little snacks for you to have for when you follow rules or actions you set up for yourself. ppl often underestimate how satisfying solo play can be!! but it can be awesome. good ideas for pup snacks can be small cookies reminiscent of dog treats (scooby snack graham cracker cookies if you’re in the u.s., highly recommend), little cubes of meat and cheese, or dry cereal. it doesn’t have to be those things though, it can be anything broken up into small pieces. be creative!!

🐾 some people enjoy eating or drinking out of dog bowls but for some, that’s inaccessible or maybe just not to their taste. another option can be water bottles with spouts you have to suck on (oral fixation is so so so puppy!!). smaller sized snack bowls also work well for this. anything notably small can help a lot with headspace i find because a large part of puppyspace for many is feeling tiny and :3. if you know you know pfffft.

🐾 here’s a simple one!! have an article of clothing or jewelry you wear only during puppy time :) of course there’s the obvious ones; harnesses, ears, collars. but even just a bracelet or a sweater can work if you only wear it during pupspace and get your brain to associate it.

🐾 if you go into the headspace online (as i’m sure many of you reading do if ur here), you can do certain typing things to help you feel even more puppy. using certain emojis or doing a little :3 or :> it’s pretty common to have your voice change tone and your words get more simple when in a smaller mindset so it can be fun to have your typing also reflect this!! typing out “woof” or “arf” r silly but they r cute and i recommend it, 10/10.

🐾 find something you can safely bite on!! nothing you could choke on or that could hurt you. chewelry is rlly good for this, i’d recommend looking on etsy for some. but you can also just buy a new actual dog toy (fresh, not used, clean it before). puppies need to teethe!! the urge to bite is super common.

🐾 if you have enough privacy, play fetch with yourself. why not?? you can bounce a ball off the walls and even if you’re in a small room where you don’t have far to get to it, you’re still pretty likely to get excitable abt it!! if you’re doing this outside don’t put the toy in your mouth, if you’re indoors you can probably feel more comfortable to do this safely if you’re using something big enough not to choke yourself with.

🐾 ride toys!! it’s hard to do things yourself, riding or suction cupping a toy to a wall so you can just lay down and move ur needy hips against it can be wonderful for puppyspace.

🐾 suck your fingers or your partners fingers!! puppies need our mouths occupied. gently chewing on fingers, probably not enough to hurt (maybe tho, good for you), just enough to feel like you’re gnawing a bit, is SO so so good. this doesn’t even have to be sexual, drifting off to sleep with fingers or a gag (nothing that you could accidentally swallow) in your mouth can help you wake up puppy!! i wouldn’t recommend sleeping with a gag in long term, that’s more for naps or on special occasions. like i mentioned before; oral fixation oral fixation oral fixation!! you should also suck toys and cock 🤍🤍

🐾 wag your hips or kick your feet!! it’s like wagging ur tail :> wiggles can come naturally when in pupspace so embrace them as ur “phantom tail” pfffft

🐾 “puppyparts” “puppycunt” “puppyholes” “puppycock” “puppyanything”🏃🏃

remember, if some of these aren’t applicable to you and how you like to play, you are not any less puppy. these are general, not one size fits all. there are countless different ways to be puppy and i don’t think any two people should be doing it the EXACT same way. we all have our quirks, we all have our individual headspaces.

have fun and play safe, puppies 🐾🦴🎾

[edgeray]

Hi ray

Could write dragon! Arlecchino x hunter! Reader who hunts dragon because she was tasked to even tho she didn't wish to do so but little did the reader know that arlecchino is very strong

So when the reader was tasked she was warned by the villagers but what could the reader do but to only obey the orders when the reader met arlecchino trying to hunt her down she failed to do so

Dragon Hunter Mother

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Like always, if you want to request something from me again anon, give yourself a name/emoji ☺️ Also, I love this idea. I don't plan out my requests, plot just kinda comes as I write, so let's see what I do with this. I'm assuming you also want reader to be afab as well. Since you didn't say about arlecchino having a human form, I'm just not going to write it. Don't ask me how this turned to be over the limit I said these requests were gonna be. I got carried away with world building and plot. Sorry 😬 . Hopefully this was okay? Honestly, didn't know how I would make it romantic, but I guess I'll put it under romantic? I tried by best anon, feel free to request again if you want me to write it in a different way 🫶. Sorry for taking so long, but here it is!  Content warnings / info - author doesn't know how to write dragons, semi-graphic violence, if it wasn't obvious, Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette make an appearance, 2.6k words 

Stemming from a long line of dragon hunters, it was no surprise that like the rest of your siblings, you would take up the mantle of also being a dragon hunter. Dragon hunting is a service to the kingdom exclusive to only a few noble families like yours, hence why its hunters are practically revered by the kingdom's citizens. Protecting the kingdom, receiving glory after every slaughter, earning a large chunk of the kingdom's money, it's no doubt that many aggrandize and covet to be in the same position. 

You've never wanted to be a dragon hunter. It's an arduous job in a kingdom known for its dragon outbreaks. The Majesty is prompt in requesting dragon hunters, sending them from one corner of the kingdom to the other unhesitatingly, and frequently underestimate the duration that these kill orders take. When the process of dragon hunting involves tracking the dragon, finding the dragon's sanctum, preparing to combat against a dragon, and finally, killing it, it takes at least a week if it's one of the older dragons. The Majesty has high expectations, and it's a struggle to keep up with them. Kill orders were often piled on top of one another, which means immediately after you complete one, it is off to finishing the next one.

It is a job of ruin. When was the last time you've gotten more than a few hours of sleep? The last time you've had a full meal? The last time you were able to have a relaxing bath? 

Killing dragons is not how you would like to waste away your life, slaving away under a duty that everyone idolizes. As you carry on your role, you begin to learn more and more about these flying reptiles; dragons are fascinating, intelligent creatures. It is a shame that many villagers are so terrified of them, dragons actively avoid humans; though for one reason or another, dragons occasionally seek the nearest human civilization, eating farm animals and destroying any shelter or barricade that stands in their way. Perhaps you're just foolish, but you believe that there is a real reason for this behavior, and that there could be a solution to this. 

Until then, you could do little more but heed each order, slaughtering dragon by dragon. Their dying cries plague your dreams every night, leaving you empty and restless. 

You arrive at a village, the emblem on your chest plate that indicates your occupation glints as you step out of the carriage. The village head greets you quickly, settling you down in front of a cup of tea and some snacks, before cutting straight to the details.

“This dragon… I'd be careful. I've heard of you, a genius among geniuses in terms of dragon hunting, but I warn you right now. This dragon is different. Smarter, more powerful than your typical one, I bet. Its fire… even among other dragons, isn't comparable. It can torch the whole village, and it got damn near close to. Cunning bastard as well, it can pinpoint where our sheeps are and it can evade our traps. It disappeared from our village a few decades… we assumed it died naturally, but then it returned again earlier this season.”

“When was the last time it attacked? Do you know what kind of dragon it is?”

“No. We’ve never seen a dragon like it before. I'm not sure if it follows under the kingdom's classifications. It's black and white with three pairs of wings! And its tail… sharp like, like…like a scythe, can slice houses in half! Its claws are just as dangerous too. Can breathe fire, of course.”

Three pairs of wings… that means this dragon is considerably old. Dragons gain pairs of wings after their first set through molting, which only occurs every fifty or sixty months following reaching maturity, meaning this dragon was at least a century old. You grimace. Older dragons are always harder to get rid of. Most of the dragons that you encounter only have one pair, on the rare occasion, two. This is the first time you've been assigned a three-paired dragon.

Its colorings are also strange; you've never heard of a black and white dragon specifically. The tail description, however, isn't very uncommon; it could be a signifier that this is an incredibly rare hybrid among dragon species. If it's as powerful as it's said, and if you consider its age, then perhaps they come from one of the Dynasty species… but a descendent of that species hasn't been seen in many years. If this is true, then of course it wouldn't follow under the kingdom's ordinary classifications of dragons. Still, a hybrid? Mating between different species almost never happens. This really was a special case. And its disappearance? You couldn't even fathom why.

“Do you know at least where it lives?”

The village head turns to his right, pointing in that direction. “If you continue that direction, you'll come across a forest. That's where it goes. We don't know where it lives, we've been too scared to try and find out ourselves.”

You sigh. Well, this wasn't much to work with. “Is there anywhere I can stay?” 

“Yes, yes. There's a room above the bar that's just for you. Free of charge, of course. The food as well. Just please… eradicate this beast.” 

“I'll do my best.” 

—

No matter how many forests you go to, you never become fonder of them. Traversing them was always annoying. Too much greenery to walk through, too many streams and rivers to cross, and just too many damn trees. This terrain is especially difficult to find traces of dragons in. It'd be better to make your own traces then scour through the forest to search for them, hence why you're at a stream, catching as much fish as you can with a net. Fish makes for good dragon bait, though you don't intend to use it to trap the dragon. You doubt any trap you could make in the little time you have could kill or harm the dragon, but it will lure the dragon to you.

You pause to take a break, glancing at the pile of fish you've collected. The smell is starting to assault your nostrils. Ugh. 

You hear a crunch behind you, and you turn. Your eyes widen and you pick up your sword, raising them towards the three dragons that surround you. Adrenaline pumps through you as you stand up, observing the creatures. 

All of them only have one-pair of wings, with similar features and size; they’re as large as bear cubs, if you subtract their tail length, and you realize that they're baby dragons, yet to reach maturity. They have, notably, distinct colorings, but they all share the same black and gray coloring. Perhaps they come from the same hatch? The one to your right has red, almost maroon, splotches over their scales. This one is wide eyed, but its features are relaxed as if playful and curious. The one in the middle seems to be the smallest, fearful as if it’s cowering with its dipped head and the tail wrapping around itself protectively; this one has almost a marigold accent to it. The one to the right is teal, and passive, like it doesn't see you in the slightest. 

Baby dragons are hardly as aggressive or destructive as their adult counterparts, but that doesn't mean they can't pose a danger. Still, you don't want to harm them, not when they haven't done anything that would warrant you to.

The red one approaches, deliberately, sniffing towards your direction. You brace your sword, and it trudges up to you, nostrils grazing against your armor before it nudges against your hand. It then walks past you, its focus deadset on the pile of fish behind you. The two other dragons follow in the red one's lead, and you sigh in relief, placing your sword back in its sheathes.

Baby dragons, three of them especially, are a rare sight, as they're often sheltered in their father's den, and they don't venture out until they've fully matured. This being because they're quite vulnerable despite the threat they hold once they've matured. Eliminating them is a part of your duty, however, you never feel right killing creatures that have just hatched. They couldn't be more than ten years old; they still had a few more decades before they could pose a danger. If they're out like this, it's likely they've been abandoned. Mother dragons often leave their young after childbirth, and the fathers are left to take care of them; it could be that the father died recently. 

Whatever the case, you think that they deserve to live a little longer. Plus, they're kind of cute… 

Although, the more you observe them, the more you feel you should prevent the fish supply you spent all day getting from declining. They seem less cute now. You groan as they eat until there's no more fish, and they turn back to you, croaking as if requesting more. 

What are you, their mother? Your eye twitches in vexation. 

You spend your evening fishing for baby dragons at the river. Un-fucking-believable. Weren't you wonderful at your job? 

You decide to leave the dragons at the river bank as you search for wood to make a campfire. To your slight annoyance and amusement, the young dragons trail behind you. You get random twigs and branches that scatter the forest floor. One of the dragons, the yellow one, picks up a branch in their mouth, before offering it to you. 

Damn it, why did you have to be a dragon hunter? You take the stick in your hand, hesitantly petting the top of its head. This is something you’ve never done before, but you wouldn't mind doing it again. It leans into your hand. You don't deserve this treatment, you hunt their kind. Oh, how you wish you could tell them what you'd have to do once they grow up. Why did you have to be a dragon hunter? You're holding back tears as you continue the petting action. 

Its other siblings, unbeknownst to your existential crisis, follow its behavior, and you've turned the baby dragons into your personal campfire wood carriers. You think dragon trainor fits you better than a dragon hunter at this point, but that profession doesn't grant an affordable life. 

Seating yourself on a tree stump, you build your campfire and light it. You use it to cook a fish over, while you try to fend off said trout from being eaten by the dragons. By the time it's done cooking, the little creatures are exhausated, curling against you as the three fall asleep against your legs and back. You don't want to admit it, but it's a comfortable weight against you. You didn't even know that dragons snore until now.

Peace at last, you think, finally able to eat your fish alone. 

Too soon, too soon. You hear it before you see it, the whipping of winds that you can only associate with the beating of dragon wings as it flies. The sound grows louder, meaning it's heading straight towards you. You stand up, unsheathing your sword and bracing yourself for an assault. Shit, shit, shit, you're not prepared to fight in this territory whatsoever. What was it attracted to? The campfire? The smell of your fish? Or perhaps… you glance at the still sleeping creatures. 

You don't have much time to ponder as the ground shakes when the beast lands in front of you, right on top of the river, its gargantuan form making you tremble. An earth shattering roar escapes its throat, nearly making you tumble back from the sheer force, and your ears ring painfully. 

You've never seen a larger dragon before. You count the pair of wings through squinted eyes. One, two, three. This is the dragon you've been hired to hunt? 

The hand holding your sword doesn't stop shaking, no matter how much you try to control your muscles. The adult dragon nears, and your heart rate pounds louder and louder with each footstep. Black and white colorings? Check. Sharp tail? Check. You know you have to fight it, but how could you possibly? It dwarfs you in every single way possible. 

It swipes its tail at you, and you duck as fast as possible, just barely missing being sliced in half like the trees behind you. Its tail retracts to lunge at you again, and you block the sharp end with your sword, though it just swats you away easily, throwing you across the bank of the river. You land on the gravel with a pained groan, and you scramble to get up, facing the dragon. 

Piercing red-crossed eyes gaze back at you, and you no longer feel like the hunter. Instead, you feel like the prey, and every fiber of your being is telling you to run. You wield your sword again resolutely. If you die, then you die, but you'll die knowing you tried. The dragon tilts its head back, preparing its fiery breath, and you ready your wrist shield. 

Suddenly, a familiar croak comes from behind the adult dragon, and you see the baby dragons rush into the adult dragon, headbutting its feet. The dragon snaps its head back into its normal position, gazing down at the small dragons at its feet. You're afraid that the larger dragon will crush them, but instead it growls. The young ones chirp back, communicating with it. 

You stand there, bewildered, the pieces coming together in your mind quickly. Is the black and white dragon their father? Are they trying to save you? The tension in your shoulders relaxes the slightest bit. The father dragon whips its head back to you, and you freeze, paralyzed under its predatory gaze. Too swiftly does its tail shoot towards you, but instead of impaling you as you prepared, it merely wraps around your midsection, lifting you effortlessly. You drop your sword out of pure shock from being in mid air, and it brings you face to face with the dragon. 

The dragon snarls, baring its teeth, and you think it's the end once you see its pearly whites. Instead, however, it sniffs you, before pausing, observing you more. You're holding your breath, wondering when you will meet your fate. It opens its mouth wide, displaying a row of teeth in its oral cavern. You squeeze your eyes shut but all you feel is something warm, wet, and slimey. A tongue drags across your face, and you cringe, immediately bringing your hands to wipe away the thick saliva. The tail around you loosens, and you fall on your back, grunting from the impact of hitting the floor. 

Okay. Well, you're alive at least, you think, once you get the liquid out of your eyes but it is unfortunately in your hair. If it hasn't killed you yet, then it must mean that it likes you? 

You open your eyes, and see that the dragon lays in front of you, its snout just a feet away from you. Each huff from the dragon blows your hair back with hot air, but you don't mind it. The smaller dragons prance by your side, chirping and croaking with a high-pitched tone. Bemused but just grateful that you've yet met your end, you pet their heads. By the growl from the father, they approve of your action, and your heart melts. You reach out to pet the snout of the larger dragon, and it closes its eyes, further nudging against you before a grumbly purr escapes its throat.

Seems like you've just been forcibly adopted by a family of dragons. You don't think you'll complain that much. 

[greedbent]

Initially, Kaz was surprised.

Sure, the man standing in front of his desk was by no means a complete stranger—any new face setting foot on his turf was always monitored, tabs kept well in-place to address many things, but most importantly: 1) Is he a threat? and/or 2) Would he be useful to me? Even with Inej gone and his primary source of reconnaissance more . . . lackluster (though that spoke more for the Wraith’s skills than against anyone else’s; no one could ever be her), he’d had a couple of his Dregs keeping an eye on the poor sod. And, eventually, Kaz had planned on making contact himself—

What he hadn’t anticipated was the podge waltzing on into his club and requesting an audience. Just as much as he hadn’t anticipated him treating it like a goddamn interview. Is this how he thought gangs worked . . . ?

If nothing else, it proved one very important detail: He was running from something.

Like Jesper had been running from debt. Like Wylan had been running from his father. Like Inej had been running from Tante Heleen. Wasn’t that how most people ended up in this place? An effort to get away from a reality they couldn’t face, a life dogging their steps. A life that would catch them if they didn’t move quickly enough.

Kaz could make a few guesses on this one. Nothing concrete. Nothing anywhere near what had actually happened. From one interaction alone, it seemed like whatever created him (whether he believed in a higher power or science) had spent more of its time and energy on musculature than brain power, but . . . Well, Kaz didn’t necessarily bring people into the Dregs for their smarts—most of the time.

—or their ability to be concise and relevant. Luckily for this one.

I’m an open book.

“Don’t be,” was the very first set of words to leave Kaz’s lips, breaking a short silence after the man’s bumbling. His hands had been folded neatly in front of his mouth—some sick amusement coming from simply letting him go on about nothing—but now that it was his turn, he dropped one palm to his desk, used that arm to push himself to his feet. “There’s the first thing you can do for me: learn how to keep your mouth shut.” Seemed like a massive ask—but what Kaz Brekker didn’t need was a talker. He’d already been in plenty of crunches simply because his sharpshooter exhausted his mouth about as much as he did his pockets.

Rounding his desk, he took a closer look in this proximity, steady leer riding up and down the other’s build. (Some sort of trauma with his ear, looked like. Far from a clean cut, too—) “It’s Rody,” he suggested, not so much a question as it was a confirmation of the name. After walking a full circle around him, Kaz stopped directly at his front, clacking his cane down firmly on the hard floor. “I don’t need to know why you’re here. Frankly, I don’t want to know.” And yet, he would find out. On his own terms and only the information relevant to him. (Plus, Kaz would rather figure it out himself than listen to this sod lie.) “What I need to know is how serious you are about this.

“Too many men come down these streets, riddled with some sort of trivial shame, not realizing that they can’t just go back once they’ve gotten over it. And I’m not here for the flakes. You join a gang, you get protection, but you also become a target. Maybe an even bigger one than you are from the decisions you’ve made on your own. This isn’t luxurious; this is hard, ruthless, and no one is going to coddle you.” He cocked his head. “Is that what you want?”

@greedbent poked this post for a starter! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Nothing had been the same since...that.

What was he supposed to do in the aftermath? The idea of getting another job, carrying on with life as if he hadn't...as if Manon hadn't been—

Rody couldn't do it. Just the thought sickened him. The world around him was different now, just like him: grim, hollow, unstable. The fire was still under investigation, so Rody used his meager savings to skip town and flee from suspicion. Even if he might have gotten away with it, he couldn't stand seeing that pile of ashes and rubble any more than he could stand seeing all the places they had gone together.

Her favorite cafe that she visited every week, where the staff all knew her by name. The streets he biked countless times going to-and-from her apartment. The movie theater where they had their first date.

It was all tainted now. Meaningless. Manon was gone. Rody was a murderer. So what was he supposed to do...?

He had no idea. But, all things considered, joining a gang seemed like as good an option as any.

Standing in the office of the head of such a gang, Rody couldn't help but think that this was the weirdest job interview of his life (which was saying something—he'd had some doozies). Was he supposed to write "CRIMINAL" in big letters on a piece of paper and use it like a resume? What other qualifications did you even need for something like this?

"Sooo how does this work, exactly?" He shifted his weight back and forth, trying not to be too obvious about avoiding the intense stare of the person across from him. "Is there an interview, or something? Do I tell you about my...'experience'?" Shit. That thought sure hadn't dawned on him until now. He struggled to continue with a mouth gone dry, "I-I don't, uh...I don't think I can do that. But anything else—? Fire away! I'm an open book."

[fatuismooches]

So i just read your post about the monster-fox'torre and i got an idea.

Dottore is extremely intelligent, but even geniuses like him sometimes fail - hypotheses turn out to be incorrect, experiements go wrong, etc. Now what if...

As expected, the first Segment creation ended up in failure. Instead of a clone-like copy of himself, he created a black monster-looking creature with a red eye in a middle. Figuring he can't just set the tiny monstrosity lose, he kept it in his lab depths to prevent it from being seen by anyone ever again. But Dottore underestimated the curiosity of bored Fragile!Reader.

One day, Fragile!Reader wakes up feeling much better than usual and takes a stroll around massive laboratory, exploring the endless maze of corridors. That's when they meet *that*. To their own surprise, the little monster doesn't appear hostile in the slightlest and eyes them with just as curious look as the reader. So what does the Fragile Reader does? Yep. They claim the little monster as their property.

Dottore freezes when he walks in on Fragile Reader casually playing with the little fluffy monster in their bed, cuddling it, giving it headpats, telling it how adorable it is. "(Name), where did you find that?". His lover has a beaming smile on their faces and explain themselves but the explanation soon leads to a begging marathon - they want to keep the little monstrosity! After awhile, Dottore gives in.

For Dottore's surprise, after the little monster was adopted by Fragile Reader, their health condition has taken a turn for the better. Much better. They seem a lot happier and the positive emotions keep their illness state stable. How can he not allow the little monstrosity stay, then?

His heart completely melts when he finds reader cuddling the little monster like a severely oversized teddy bear.

- 🐺 (is this emoji taken, btw? I sent an ask previously, but you can ignore it, it is fine 😅)

THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY IT'S ADORABLEEEEE 😭😭💖💖

He knew that the clone making process wasn’t going to be an easy one, but he still didn’t expect to fail this bad. The thing didn’t have anything at all that resembled a human! It was a little abomination, he thought, one mistake of many to come. Though he could destroy it right now, it may have some use in the future. So he just chucked it with his other failed experiments and prototypes, not thinking much of it.

Unfortunately for Dottore, the little creature is more intelligent that he thought and you are also quite adventurous. You always knew Dottore was quite innovative and always working on something new in his lab - oftentimes he’d keep you updated on his progress and frustrations - but you didn’t hear anything about a little creature that didn’t even reach your knees! Admittedly, you were a bit nervous at first, but how could you resist that cute little thing peering at you so cutely! It doesn’t resist when you pat it tentatively, and instead leans into your hand like a touch-starved baby. And it’s so soft and fluffy yet light and you can just scoop it up into your arms! Surely Dottore wouldn’t mind if you just… took it for a bit? If it was important, it wouldn’t be out here roaming the deepest depths of the lab anyway.

He’s initially a bit concerned about you hanging out with this thing because he doesn’t know what it’s capable of, but after a quick examination he deems it relatively harmless. He doesn’t exactly share or understand your fondness (you certainly find strange things to be “cute”… first him, now this little monstrosity) but it seems to make you happy, so he sees no harm in letting you keep it. This wasn’t the first time you took interest in his experiments anyway. And how can he resist when you’re giving him such an adorable look?

He comes to realize that it genuinely makes you happy. The little thing keeps a smile on your face, and it helps you get out of bed sometimes. It’s like your pet, in a way. Even though it doesn’t need to eat. It just requires cuddles, according to you. And it also likes baths, and high-quality shampoo (it has to keep its fur fluffy, once again according to you. Dottore had no clue you were that attached to it.)

…The only problem is that sometimes the little creature decides to lay on the bed while the two of you are cuddling, and every time Dottore tries to kick it out but you don’t let him because you feel bad.

[mindutme]

T’owal T’uesday #17

hm, this website looks different than I remember … when did they add the option to put apostrophes in urls!?

I really underestimated how many little bits there would be to translate going into this project! It turns out websites have a lot of text on them—who knew?

The original first post is here. The key says “has ants” for green, “doesn’t have ants” for red, and “unkown” for yellow. The caption is “The world by the presence or absence of ants in the wild,” the first reblog is “we are everywhere,” and the second is “I mean they.” The T’owal translation is a little wonky (we’ll just call that an approximation of informal speech)—the caption is literally “The world showing this: the presence and absence of ants.” I used “the world” (sdón) instead of something like “a world map” because I didn’t have a word for map … I later realized I would need one to translate the url so I made one (t’epo) and didn’t think to add it here.

The original second post is here. It’s a tweet saying “this is the new laughing wmoji” and “Lmfaooooo” (with a bunch of beetle emojis). Since “emoji” is a loanword in English, I decided it can be in T’owal too, though the /dʒ/ sound is transliterated as “dy” instead of “j.” The equivalent of “lmfao” is “htsdb,” short for hah tses dne bit, literally “laugh resulting in the ass leaving.” That could probably be translated a little better …

The note counters should have “fen fon” (literally “interactions”) before the numbers, rather than after. I couldn’t easily switch the order without making the words bold or the number not bold, and it was the very last thing I had to change so I decided to have them in the wrong order. If you know how to fix that, or how to change fonts, please let me know!

There are a lot of other little translation details that I could mention but I think I’ll leave it at that. I hope you liked this glimpse at T’owal T’umblr!

[with-love-from-hell]

Thank you all for voting on my poll! I really appreciate everyone's feedback! It looks like the winner of the poll was the headcanon thing, but I think I underestimated how busy I'd be this week, so I'm going to do something a *little* different, and I picked the top 4!

HERE'S HOW ASK BOX TRICK OR TREATING IS GONNA WORK!

Anyone, whether you follow me or not, can send me an ask with the words "Trick or Treat!" Elsewhere in the ask, I want you to include one of the following emojis, and follow the rules based on that emoji!

🎃 = A Random Halloween Headcanon.

In addition to the pumpkin emoji, please also indicate which character you'd like the headcanon to be for. I will be answering ONE per character, so this one will be limited entry. first come first serve! see below for who's still available before sending the ask!

Beelzebub | Asmodeus | Mammon | Barbatos | Simeon | Luke | Raphael | Michael

👻 = Music Matchup!

Unlike the headcanon, this one is unlimited! Send me any character from Obey Me! and a genre of music you like along with the emoji and I will give you a song recommendation that fits that character based on what you asked for!

👹 = Movie Casting!

This one will also be unlimited! Along with the demon mask emoji, send me a movie (preferably a horror or halloween-related movie, but I'll do any kind!) and I'll cast it based on the Obey Me characters I think would fit the parts! (I will do this even if I haven't seen the movie!)

☠️ = A Meme!

All you gotta do is send the skull and cross bones and huzzah! You will be gifted with a random obscure meme from my personal collection. (needless to say this one is absolutely unlimited. I have hundreds of memes lol)

Entries can start at Midnight tonight! I will be accepting them all the way through 11:59 om Halloween! I will be pinning this post temporarily to the top of my page in order for the rules to be regularly seen.

For new followers, remember, I operate as an 18+ only blog. Even though this event will likely be kept pretty tame, I DO NOT INTERACT WITH MINORS. I also expect the rules to be followed, and no rude asks about the limits I've set for the headcanons. If you send in something that doesn't follow the rules, it will be deleted.

That being said...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I look forward to many asks, and I am really excited to have some fun with this!

[sylphidine]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

I was tagged by both @gretchensinister and @insufferablearchanist and am thus compelled by their charm and glamour to surrender my secrets! [grin]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

93 at last count. It will probably stay at that number until 31 March 2024, which is when ROTG Hope Week starts. [I get a lot of mileage out of fandom events that are prompt-based.] My goal between now and the month of March is to complete or add to the chapter count of at least three of the multiple-chapter longfics I've got in various states of progress.

2. What’s your total word count?

AO3 says it's 220,945. I don't know if that counts chapters saved in draft on several of my works, which act as notes files for me. So I'm going to underestimate by a lot and say my word count is more than 200K and will leave it at that.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm most well-known for fics in the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS/GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD fandom and its subfandom Nightmare Dork University. in the last two years I've ventured into writing fics set in the milieu of DELTARUNE [the videogame by Toby Fox], but those fics are so far into the realm of AU country that I can't claim to "write for the DELTARUNE fandom".

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

A CITIZEN OF THE UNIVERSE AND A GENTLEMAN TO BOOT, which is the first fanfic I posted on AO3 and is still in progress. It's set after the ROTG movie and involves plot threads from the GOC books, as well as featuring several characters from the Rankin/Bass holiday specials.

"Fleecy Shining Streaming Gleaming/Gimme A Mare With Hair", a giftfic based on a prompt from the ROTG Kinkmeme on Dreamwidth from years agone. Still in progress; my giftee is ***extremely*** patient. [sob]

[[ATTIC]] [[NEST]] [[HOME]], my first DELTARUNE fanfic, set in an AU created by @penbwl and featuring the Swatchton pairing.

"A Temptation Averted", set in my Six Guardians AU series, and apparently everybody's favourite of my ROTG Blackice stories, probably because it's so schmoopy.

CALL SIGNS. Ah, CALL SIGNS. The mammoth fic that has eaten most of my current brain capacity, to the point where I have dreams about it. [and plans for sequels] It was supposed to be so simple. A "what if" story where two DELTARUNE characters met in a human!AU and at a different point in their timelines than they did in-game. Then it suddenly roared to life as a whole sequence of events lifted from my own experiences, spread out over an ever-increasing number of protagonists, not to mention featuring cameos from NDU characters. I wrote it to be accessible to people who haven't played the game and had no familiarity with the characters, and I've been told I've succeeded. I expect it will move up in the kudos count the longer it runs... so far it's the highest word-count work I have ever written. EVER.

5. Do you respond to comments?

99.9999% of the time, yes. [see the answer to questions 8 and 11]. I love comments... short comments, long comments, comments that are nothing but emojis and keysmashes, comments that are well-thought-out analyses. As long as the comment is offered in good faith, I'll answer it.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If we're being strictly literal with the use of the word "ending", then it's a toss-up between "His Days Like Crazy Paving", "Exit", and "Making Fire".

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So many of my stories are windows into my characters' "middles", rather than having narrative endings, and I tend to the fluph side of the writing scale. So here's a sampling of one-shots that conclude on a happy note... "Caterpillar", "Starmeadow", "Your First Memory Of All", "Bedtime Story", and "Centres Small And Still".

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've never gotten out-and-out hate on fics. I *have* had someone react negatively when they wanted to use my comment space to plug fics they had written in fandoms I wasn't interested in and I said as much in reply.

9. Do you write smut?

On occasion. I *enjoy* smut... a lot... but I read more smut than I write. "The Joy Of First Flight" is probably my most explicit work to date, and even that is not terribly steamy.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Again, on occasion. CITIZEN ended up being a crossover about halfway in, surprising me rather completely. CALL SIGNS features cameos from other fanon characters, but isn't technically a crossover. AND FEAR AS MY COMPANION is the only work I've written with the initial intent of being a crossover between RISE OF THE GUARDIANS and DOCTOR WHO.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. I **have**, however, fallen victim to being fooled by AI bots writing what I thought were truly sincere and sweet comments, which I foolishly answered before realizing the truth. Still kicking myself for how gullible I was, but it was at a low point in my confidence as a writer and I was starved for reassurance.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Into a language other than English? Not that I've been informed about. However, someone did make a podfic of my drabble "Hope In A Storm", if that counts as "translation" rather than "transformation".

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've collaboratively tossed ideas around with @ksclaw and @piratekingpitchblack that have made their way into character development and plotlines for more than a few Nightmare Dork University stories.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

HOW CAN I CHOOOOOOOOOOOOSE?

The one that started it all, that punched me in the gut not even twenty minutes after I saw RISE OF THE GUARDIANS for the first time, was Blackice. I devoured then and continue to devour now every Blackice shipfic I can get my little paws on. From there, once I found the NDU subfandom, it was NDU StageFright all the way, although it's now running neck-and-neck with NDU Nightmare Galleon as far as fics I've written. And currently, I have a very active Tumblr tag labelled "i have fallen down the swatchton sinkhole don't even try to rescue me", if that gives any hints.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I am realllllllllllllllllllly hoping that I can get inspiration for "Sweater Weather" going again.

16. What are your writing strengths?

RESEARCH.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Falling into the timesink that research leads to. [sob]

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

That hasn't come up in any of my fics so far, other than throwing gratuitous Italian into dialogue for my OC Mama Michelina.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If you don't count the self-insert novelization of YELLOW SUBMARINE that I wrote when I was fourteen, then ROTG would be the first fandom I've written for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

That's a toughie. The most ***personally satisfying*** fics I've written have been "Deal The Cards", which is a love letter to one of my favourite relatives, now deceased, and "Which Witch", one of the few times a story came pouring out of me without needing to be edited to shreds.

I am hesitant to tag people because when I've done so in other ask games, it has often backfired on me. I love all my mutuals and don't want anyone to feel left out. Therefore.....

WHOEVER READS THIS AND WANTS TO PLAY, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED.

[queen-scribbles]

🍒 for whoever you want to gush about? I want to hear about some platonic fluffiness :D

Oh, hmmmm, I have many bff sets, it's so hard to choose. :'D

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Endrali's best friend is Nadia, they've known each other... 12 years if I'm doing my math right? Maybe 14? even if half that time they were separated, they still refer to each other as "best friend". I joke they bonded over being underestimated bc they're tiny(build 1 solidarity🤝), but that might honestly be part of it. They both feel kinda fish out of water, so there's that too. The galaxy's so different than Sarkhai for Nadia, Endrali is a CHISS JEDI. They're about the same age; I think Nadia's a year older, and both come from cultures with a dismal view of Force users, so lots of similarities + both being Different™ where they are now, bonding was inevitable.

Nadia likes that Endrali respects her and treats her as an equal and doesn't dismiss/coddle her, as well as giving very good advice and guidance about being a Jedi. Endrali likes Nadia's curiosity and positive outlook/believing the best of people, she's extremely glass-half-full and that's so nice to have with everything that is Consular acts 2 & 3. They also make a damn good team in a fight. They tell each other everything, and when they reunite on/after Ossus it picks right back up like they were apart days instead of years.

Bonus: Nadia meets Arcann, sizes him up, and makes some comment about hearing he did a lot of bad stuff, but if Endrali forgives him and loves him that's good enough for her, she's ecstatic for them HOWEVER "you know if you hurt her, I'm gonna have to kill you, right?"

Arcann (who knows better than to underestimate The Tiny Ones bc he's in love with one who could wipe the floor with him): I assume this is if she doesn't beat you to it?

Nadia: Oh, she's too nice. I usually am, too, but I make exceptions for people who hurt my best friend. 😊🗡

Arcann: ...Understood.

Red Emoji Asks

[solitaireships]

How about 🍬 for whoever you feel like writing for?

~ heart-of-aspiration 📖

Emoji prompts: 🍬 - something sweet

So this one ended up taking longer than I thought it would because I ended up getting carried away. It's about something sweet in multiple meanings of the word- both literally with Bruce doing some baking and emotionally with some cute domestic things

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1380 words

Divider by straywords

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Alex asks from where she perches on one of the wooden stools in Wayne Manor’s kitchen. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bruce asks, closing the oven door. 

“Bruce, you are the love of my life and incredibly talented at so many things. But cooking has never been your strong suit,” she points out. 

There’s a reason that Alfred used to do most of the cooking. With him gone, Bruce and Alex have both stepped up to do more, and for once in her life Alex is pretty sure that she’s a better cook than someone. Bruce can handle the simple stuff just fine, but somehow even with a recipe his meals always seem just the slightest bit off. And that’s assuming he doesn’t end up accidentally burning or undercooking anything. 

“It’s not cooking, it’s baking,” Bruce corrects. 

“Right. Two completely different things that you surely won’t have similar problems with,” Alex says. 

Bruce rolls his eyes. “I have this handled, love, this isn’t the first time I’ve made cookies. And when they’re good, you can tell me about how sorry you are for underestimating me.”

“Alright,” Alex relents. 

If nothing else, watching Bruce mix the cookie dough has been fun. Alex always thinks that he’s handsome, but there’s something about how he looks with the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled up to his elbows. There’s a little bit of flour spattered against the black material of his shirt, an accident from him mixing the ingredients together a little too quickly. 

It’s a good look for him. Maybe if these cookies come out well he should start baking more. 

Though Alex still isn’t sure why Bruce decided to bake cookies today. He told her he was going to like it was something normal— like they’re a regular couple who does things like this. 

It’s nice. But it’s also weird.

Alex knows that she’s not forgetting their anniversary or any other relationship milestones. It’s not anyone’s birthday. But there has to be a reason why Bruce is doing this. It's so peacefully mundane that it feels like there has to be some kind of meaning behind it.

The oven’s alarm rings before Alex can figure out why Bruce was in the mood to bake. He’s quick to retrieve them from the oven, and the smell of freshly baked cookies washes over them.

“Mmm. They smell good,” Alex comments, getting up from her seat. 

“They should taste even better,” Bruce replies. “Once they cool down, you get first choice from them.”

Alex comes up behind Bruce, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kisses the side of his neck. “Thank you, bat.”

“You’re welcome.” Bruce leans back a little against her. “Are we going to stay like this until the cookies cool?”

“I think so. Unless you have any objections?”

“Hrn.” 

Alex doesn’t need to see to know that Bruce is rolling his eyes. He pretends to be annoyed when she makes jokes around her being a defense attorney— though this one wasn’t intentional. 

The cookies do look good from here at least. They're chocolate chip ones, and the chunks of semi-sweet chocolate dotted through them look like they’d melt in her mouth. Alex is tempted to reach past Bruce and grab one, but she knows to wait. She’s sure they’ll still warm in a couple of minutes, and there's no point in touching something too hot to handle right now.

What’s warm right now is Bruce in her arms. He always seems relaxed when Alex holds him like this. It’s nice to think that he finds her presence comforting, especially because she feels the same way about him. 

“I think they’re ready,” Bruce says after a moment, turning his head so that his nose brushes against her temple. “Take your pick.”

Alex unlatches from behind him and grabs a cookie from the right side of the baking sheet. It’s warm to the touch, and she’s admittedly excited to try it. As much as she still doubts Bruce’s cooking skills, he seems convinced this will be good and she's inclined to trust him. 

Alex takes a bite of the cookie, and Bruce’s attention is sharp on her. 

She was right to trust him. This is a good cookie. The edges are a little crispy, but the middle is soft and the chocolate chips dotted through it melt in her mouth. It’s sweet but not overpoweringly so. 

Bruce picks up a cookie of his own. “Do you like it?”

“It’s really good,” Alex says.

“I think you owe me a apology for doubting my baking skills earlier,” he teases.

“I was doubting your cooking skills. Like you said, those are two different things.”

Bruce takes a bite from his cookie, a wry expression on his face. He’s both cute and annoying when he knows he caught someone in something. “Ah, so you agree now?”

“You’re very lucky you’re pretty because you can be a pain to deal with sometimes,” Alex states.

“I know,” he replies. “But I think you’d like me no matter what.”

Alex would. It’s hard to imagine ever not adoring Bruce. And as she finishes her cookie and reaches over for another, she thinks that she’s lucky he loves her too. 

“You know,” Bruce says after a moment, “I used to make these cookies with my mother.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he repeats. He nudges Alex’s arm with his elbow. “Which is why I was saying that I could handle baking these. Though I’ll admit that I’m out of practice.”

“Well, you did a very good job,” Alex compliments. "And I'm sorry about before."

“Thank you. But you don't need to apologize. You had reason to be cautious.”

They stand in silence for a couple seconds, Bruce reaching for another cookie. 

“Is there any reason you decided to make them again now? Since it sounds like you haven’t made them in a while,” Alex says.

“Not really.” Bruce takes a bite, catching a couple of falling crumbs in his other hand. “I thought you’d enjoy them.”

“I do.”

Alex is pretty sure there’s more to it than that. But she doesn’t push. She knows Bruce well. Neither of them like talking about their feelings. It always feels awkward and too vulnerable. It’s easier to talk now— especially with the two of them having been married for years. But putting feelings into words is hard, and she isn’t going to force him to keep talking. That would only make him close off more. 

So Alex waits. If he wants to say anything else he will. 

Bruce doesn’t say anything else until he’s finished the cookie, going over to the sink to rinse any spare crumbs off of his hands. “Making these was something that we did as a family, even if my father didn’t usually help us make them. So I wanted to share this with you.”

For a moment, Alex isn’t sure how to respond. She’s never been good at emotional displays. That’s part of why she and Bruce work so well. They’re both awkward and have trouble with putting their feelings into words, but they can understand when the other is trying to show them they care in their own way. 

But this is something special. She already knew that it was when Bruce said he made these with his mother, but this is even more than that.

They’ve been married for years now. Alex knows that Bruce loves her and that they’re a family. This, though, feels normal. Like something a family that wasn’t a pair of workaholic vigilantes would do. It’s soft, and it’s sweeter than the cookies themselves are. 

“Thank you so much. I love you,” is all that Alex can think to say. She’s not sure that it’s enough to show just how important this is to her, but this should do the job well enough.

“I love you too,” Bruce says. 

“Maybe next time we can make them together,” Alex suggests. 

He gives a dry laugh in response. “You hate cooking with people.”

“It’s baking, remember?” She moves to give Bruce a quick kiss. The taste of chocolate lingers on his lips. “And if it’s a family tradition, I’m willing to give things a shot if you are.”

[bonesandthebees]

crimeboys are finally crimeboys-ing. it took trauma but i guess thats just how they work lol. but willll- your dad loves you. 'wanted to believe that' bro do you not think that just being your dad's kid will make him worry about you. that tommy has to have something to do with it as well. willllll.

niki!!! yeah that other ask i read (forgot whose) was right about how things just aren't the same after an event like that, for better and for worse. they may be close friends but everything has changed and will keep changing beneath the surface. there's no guarantee they'll ever be the same as they were before but at least there's hope for something new. reminds me of that one part of the hunger games where peeta loses his memory and things are really tense between him and katniss for a while

bro keeps waiting for tommy but everyone else decided to hog him lmaooooo

the break from the constant rivalry thingy, one of his closest childhood friends, yeah he and quackity needed this moment of quiet. no pressure to keep up the standard like with niki. nighttime helps. plus a touch of that quackity + tommy energy that we typically get, maybe a new bonding moment??? ah i just like this scene

phil pov! phil pov! my guy!!!! still can't get over the elation of having this.

now all the evidence seems to be pointing to schlatt now, with a hefty amount of it clearing niki and quackity's names, but i wonder why schlatt didn't get rid of it. it might be planted. we'll stick to this guy for suspect no.1 but this feels iffy. either way, time for some protective murder ✨✨

walking cane gift 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

also yeah i worked out how to use emojis on a windows laptop. still gonna stick to being - :D

"it took trauma but I guess thats just how they work" lmao yeah that's pretty much it. and wilbur has so many daddy issues oops

I'll just say that nothing is really going to be the same between niki and wilbur again. wilbur's mindset has shifted in some very important ways and this near death experience really changed something inside of him.

for all their banter I really wanted that scene to remind people that quackity and wilbur are close childhood friends beneath it all. sure they won't exactly say that, but they hold so much respect for each other and quackity is just really relieved that wilbur's okay.

phil pov is SO fun to write in rose oh my god though it's going to be interesting to balance now that he and wilbur are both back in the same place

love the theorizing so far. keep in mind how I've characterized schlatt in this fic. does it seem likely he'd pull something like that? maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. maybe he wants people to underestimate him. or maybe he thinks differently than the others playing the game around him. we'll have to wait and see.

congrats on figuring out the emojis but I'm glad you're sticking with :D it suits you

[melodyofthevoid]

I have a lot of ocean idiot questions for the ask game, mostly about Heather and Willow, sorry if it's too many

For Heather: 🍧 🌋 🙉 🌪️

For Willow: family (the emoji didn't appear for me) 🤥 🕷️ 🎭 ☄️

For all of Delta's crew: 🎤

Alrighty! We've got a few here so let's crack in

Heather:

do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Hmm, I think she has a few lockets and mementos from when she was little, but they're more for their locks, not sentimentality. She'd be pissed if they were gone, but she could buy something better.

how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

Heather's temper is pretty awful, I think that she'll quick let off some steam and yell at like. Charles. But generally she's a "going to plot your demise and the exact means of your death" sort of person. Those who repeatedly get on her bad side and stand in her way tend to be... dealt with.

what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

Worst? Probably that the new goddess of the ocean is the girl that controlled the water and knows where her shop is.

what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

Oh man, not much really? The main shift was her motivation. Before she was just a mermaid hunter (in her original incarnation) but then we wanted her to have motive and thus, her blood obsession and fear of aging/death. I think that's the thing that's changed the most, her depth.

Willow:

what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

I'll be honest here, I'm not sure. I imagine that Willow came from a decently sized family but struck out on her own and lost contact somewhere along the line. Whether or not they're still alive? Well... I'm not holding my breath.

are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

A decent enough liar, she'll lie by omission more often than not. But she'll start to trail off her sentences as she tries to think of what she can or cannot say.

what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

I think Heather in a lot of ways. Heather getting her hands on her crew, Heather getting her hands on her, etc. It's her biggest regret. On the more mundane end I think she's probably a bit spooked around cats which makes the ship's cat a bit of a sticking point.

do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Hmm... I think she'll play up the "drunken pirate" thing around strangers so they underestimate her

what do people assume about them? are they right?

That she's a washed up drunk that Delta keeps around out of pity. Very much not the case. Yes she is a "functioning" alcoholic but she's a trusted advisor and a keen strategist. She's been Delta's aunt essentially for years and they have a deep trust in one another.

Whole Crew

are they good at singing?

Delta: absolutely fucking not

Willow: Eh? If raspy is your thing ig

Jackie: Can carry a pretty decent tune I think

Ilia: Lovely voice, hella shy

Ryker: Yep!

Raya: Nope!

Lewis: Surprisingly deep resonant voice. Breaks it out on rare occasion

Sylvia: No one knows and no one will ever know

Argo: Good all around voice, nothing special but the most prone to breaking into a shanty

[themistressdomme]

What are you going to do with me? Hmm, how about spooning me and helping me sleep? 😉

And hey, since I'm in the mood to be good, I'll do exactly as you say. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 You did tell me to go on and keep rolling them. I'm so good aren't I? 🤭

-🍒

Tsk. Little cherry.

You really do underestimate me, hm? Do you know how many times you've rolled your eyes at me, thus far? I'll have you know, I'm constantly running a mental tally in my head of all your little infractions, darling.

Your little behind needs to be turned the color of your emoji, hm? How fitting, doll, how fitting indeed. Go on, keep messing with me. But be warned... I'm sure some of my sweet little anons can give you a word of discouragement, too 😘😏

Mhm, you'd better be scared, pretty thing.

🍒

[uglygirlstatus]

tip 5 internal organs

amazing. thank you.

#5 Thyroid - this crazy bitch! my whole life I thought the thyroid was a useless organ that didn't do much like the appendix or the tonsils until mine exploded in 2019 and I learned just how busy the thyroid actually is. she taught me the importance of not underestimating people or glands.

#4 Heart - without her we would have no heart emojis. or any blood moving through our bodies.

#3 Liver - I enjoy that she's a big heavy sheet just sneakily slotted in there amongst the others. And she's busy! also livers are one of my favourite foods

#2 Gallbladder - who wouldn't love a bladder with gall. The liver's righthand man, silly rabbit, etc. she seems to mostly mind her own business otherwise, which is a respectable trait since so many other organs love causing problems (looking at you, entire digestive system).

#1 Tongue - She gives us so much. Provides our connection to so many various avenues of pleasure. also my sister has a trick where she can make a perfect butt shape with her tongue and I think it is soooo funny

[machiavellli]

Hello lovely girl 💕 for the emoji ask game can you do ☀️, 💐 and 🍃 pretty pls?💖

HII DEAR🫶✨

☀️: I love winter and my favorites things might be pretty basic, but I just love to stay at home and do every cozy activity possible. Hot chocolate? Sign me in. Making cookies? Already bough the dough. Wanna stare at the snow falling? Sure, till my eyes grow tired. Also, I love snowy panoramas, I love going on ski tracks and sitting down, just contemplating, since I can’t ski anymore.

💐: Again, maybe basic, but I love roses, you pick the color, but roses. It is because roses are my grandma’s favorite flower and how she used to call me when I was little (“piccola rosa”).

🍃: I have so many now that I think about, but I want to share those two:

1. Never underestimate your abilities. When you actually (for real and not just that you read it and you are “ah ok”, no. You need to internalized it, print it on your forehead if needed) realize that you can do absolutely anything if you put your mind into it, you become your best self. Or at least, you start to walk in that direction. There is nothing stopping you beside yourself and your mentality. The sooner you realize the better.

2. Another life lesson that is part of my values is that you shouldn’t settle. You shouldn’t aim to the bar minimum, in friendship as for romantic relationships. You deserve someone that brings peace, not problems. Find someone that looks at you like you are the sole soul in the room, that gives you smiles as warm as the sun, that can make you laugh till you have no breath. Find someone that loves you. Life is short. Grow old with the right people. And yes, you also have to put effort, relationships aren’t something passive, you are not a vegetable that they have to fed.

[katherinevalo]

extra dose of screenshots! just to make sure i don't forget why i made them because as you probably noticed the last batch didn't have many thoughts XD

we are going over eps 22 and 23, eventful eps if i may say so myself

1 - "what is personal space?" god i love how close zishu stands like, he could absolutely stand a little further and still block wkx, but instead he is almost bumping into his chest. seriously it gives me pure joy looking at them

2 - a beautiful scenery with our beautiful ah-xu. *sigh~ took that ss to potentially use it as my desktop wallpaper, because (i had this convo on discord) i can't use proper fandom wallpaper since i use my laptop at lectures.

3 - unwelcomed guest interjects. shenshen seriously, why didn't you just stay inside?

4 - i will never stop being in love with this scene. i love how zishu helps him to lay down safely. tho i gotta say that the ss doesn't do it justice and you simply must watch the original scene

5 - fierce look while protecting his shidi (look idk why my laptop doesn't have the holding back tears emoji, but if it did i'd have used it here)

6 - i said this before and i will say this again, but this is some proper spirk handholding right there uwu

7 - back to our regularly scheduled "heartbreaking expressions of wkx"

8 - look at cao weining! look at his silly happy face! what a sweet child! don't we all wish we had someone like that in our lives-- *sobs~

9 - i know OUCH but also i love this subtle way to remind us of the reality of things (i always appreciate when writers don't underestimate the audience's intelligence by overexplaining and this is the perfect example of how to remind us without doing that). ALSO the panic on ah-xu's face. also, i have a whole thing here, because a discord friend said that ah-xu here was trying to hide the symptoms which i don't fullly agree with. i think that it was sort of aha! moment for ah-xu when he realized how bad it has gotten. because when you live with declining senses they decline gradually and you barely notice (but then there is something that you kinda punches you and you realized how much your senses have declined - tho i'm milking this from my experience of worsening sight and can't really speak for taste) tho imo for tastes and smells of familiar things (like liquor here) your brain would sort supply what it remembers them to be like. so to cut it short, i think it's also that kind of a moment for ah-xu