#iggy kin

[ikoarts]

November 2022 Art

huh. a lot of silly doodles this month, some random stuff from my phone too, was on some silly energy i think x

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1 - 08/11/2022 : horse Ru but like, an actual horse. shes real. get horsed idiot. shes a bay tobiano marwari (also one i did on my phone)

2, 3 - 09/11/2022 : much silliness. was thinking of koopas again, theres barley, who is weird, and also lemmy, giving good advice x

4 - 10/11/2022 : horsie! again! thats about it

5, 6 - 12/11/2022 : more koopaz, they smoke veed together i guess, i liked drawing these i was on sily energy

7 - 13/11/2022 : jammy lammy. drawn on my phone x ,, i think i doodled this then i started on my full digital piece of her?

8, 9, 10 - 14/11/2022 : roosh in the rush shirt, ive been asked if she likes rush bc shes rush-ada which i find funny (no sadly i wish i was that funny), she never dresses like this but i like to draw her in things she'd probably Want to wear but wouldn't bc shes a self conscious old lady..... ANYWAY omg first drawing where i drew Ru with her iconic half moon eyes instead of having the empty space, now her eyes are a full shape,, its been this way ever since and it feels so much better, maximum droopiness, shes pathetic really but i love her, toni might invoke this rage on me if she catches me saying that tho

also penguin dance. watch that autistic girl groove

11 - 15/11/2022 : moar drawing Ru in outfits she would want to wear but wouldn't normally, like this is how i dress so this is projection probably.. i was on my peak boingo fix at this point (has not stopped) so Toni is having a sing x (has been misinterpreted as her ripping a bong at least three times) and a little Luisa hehe

12, 13 - 16/11/2022 : Toni would have a YT channel in canon, like thats how she breaks into the music scene, but i like thinking of her doing cliche youtuber things.. also the first (not first but the First first is like an incomplete concept doodle) drawing of Trixie! i knew i wanted a new robo oc, and she had to be a gnasty diesel powered idiot, she hasn't changed too much

14 - 18/11/2022 : silly time again, ru n toni on their catgirl and horsegirl business, i am 5 and poop is funny

15-18 - 25/11/2022 : holy ponies batman! horseshada (yes thats what i call her) as a G3 styled MLP, both in her natural colours, and unnatural colours (her pony name is Blue Moon), also TONI PONY! (her pony name is Heart-To-Heart). gay ass little ponies

19-23 - 28/11/2022 : so like. at this point i was in the middle of watching waterloo road (classic series the new one sucks big balls), and this is like the only thing i could conjure up...... also another mettatetta, was still unsure about his design, but its comin!! later!! have patience!! the rest are some various Rushadas, in an outfit from animal crossing pocket camp since i was playing that again at this point, i should draw her in it again bc she SERVES.. also her in her jammies, i wanted a go at drawing plaits, pretty proud of that one, her hair is so thick and lovely <3

24 - 29/11/2022 : so like i really dont have enough aus i guess, catgirl toni n horsegirl rushada, but like, they're more anthro this time, that was basically the concept, and to recap, ive got like centaur au, like full animal au, and one where its just them but they have the ears and tails, its complicated!

[sharplette]

Some DVSTSS Memes I made :p

[itsyagergzero]

Some overwatch kin sonas for me and my darling @lostglassguitars <3

Moodboards for the characters under the cut!

C//mmissions open!

[kincalling]

HAIII HELLO im iggy koopa from the super mario franchise ^_^ im lookin for all of my siblingz which does include junior n also my wicked king dad but if ur from the source at all idc i still wanna chat, ummm i dont have a ton of kin memories but i know i cracked my carapace at some point n my chain chomp is trained w the same training service pooches get so if u remember any of that that mightve been me lol

idk what our hatch order was other than lars n morty i think ludwig knew but kept it a secret to be silly and infuriating but i have suspicions of being the third lmk if this lines up w ur canons at all :]

i am over 18 so just keep that in mind w interacting ^_^ i have a discord its rlly new the user is iggykoops i so look forward to talking to u guys please come find me pleeease

🃏

[worldruins]

Meet the Remnant, my "slugcat" oc. Because I have no sense of moderation, it has an entire campaign loosely mocked up in my head- I don't have the modding ability or time to make anything of it but I enjoy thinking about it! The two iterators on the sheet are the central npcs of the campaign.

Remnant is larger, more aquatic, and faster on all fours than a slugcat. It struggles to use the same tools, carries items in its mouth, and can eat batnip and bubble weed. And, though it doesn’t know it, it is one of the last four of its kind left.

More about the campaign below VVV

BONUS: Remnant obviously resembles a slugcat, and they are sort of a slugcat ancestor! The genomes of the pipe slugs slugcats evolved from had remnant DNA as well as the simple tool-worm base that ancients used for many creatures. The blueprints were present in the modified organisms, and over several generations and mutations began to express themselves once more. Anyway…

To start, the Remnant is living with their family in an idyllic natural landscape much like survivor and monk at the beginning of their campaigns. The incident kickstarting their journey would be them wandering off from their kin and- gameplay starts here- getting lured off by something interesting, before the wall closes quickly behind them and the player realizes they have been trapped. They find themselves in a crate lined with wet plant matter, which gets shaken and turned around for a bit before settling down. It continues with a gentler rattling and remnant is clearly being taken somewhere, but the game acts like you're in a den and, once you've eaten the food set out for you in there, you sleep.

You are woken when the train carrying you crashes. You are able to escape and wind up in a light drizzle. Numerous overseers, some purple and others seafoam green, follow you around. The artificial, dilapidated surroundings are alien to the remnant.

During the first cycle an overseer will direct you to the nearest den, but you don’t have a rain timer until the first time you hibernate. You’ve never experienced rain like this before, after all.

The fact is that the remnant and their family are primal fauna, from the old world before bioengineering and iterators. They have spent their whole lives in a carefully controlled environment, maintained at first by ancients and then the systems the ancients left behind. The mass ascension happened, and nobody really knew what to do with these creatures- depending on the species, animals in captivity were generally released to fend for themselves or set for years of being maintained by machines scheduled in advanced, automated to care for them.

Remnant is taken when the iterator Ink Stained Palms orders a specimen of one relatively hardy species to study and potentially have the rest delivered to their regions. Something goes wrong- their delivery is sabotaged by their semi-active former senior, Calls To Stony Skies. And out Remnant goes into an alien land, with each of the two rival iterators trying to lure or force it to go to them.

This generally takes the form of projections like Iggy uses to get the slugcats to Moon, though it’s two different kinds of overseer guiding you in opposite directions at the same time. There may also be introduced environmental hazards- some of the chases in Little Nightmares come to mind- to corral you toward wherever the iterator causing it wants you to go.

ISP was the one who was getting the remnant delivered to her facility. They’re a bioengineer interested in long-term ecosystem restoration. It’s come to believe there’s a natural ‘balance’ to the world that could, in time, let living things leave the cycle of their own accord if it was realigned properly.

CTSS is in a condition not unlike spearmaster moon, though his decline has been steadier and over a longer period of time. They’ve been replaced by another iterator as group senior, and derailed your journey in the hopes of using a rare animal as collateral to get ISP’s help. Watching the remnant’s struggle to survive, however, he ends up very attached to it and can’t bring himself to kill it as he originally planned to.

Though they might want to, CTSS can’t save the remnant from a more insidious fate. The air, the soil, the water itself is toxic to you, whose kind has lived countless generations shielded from the heavy metal byproducts of industry and the artificial metabolisms of those great boxes in the sky. Ascension is an option, but so is going to ISP, whose body itself possesses a complex with artificial environments much like the one you began in. It can’t protect the remnant fully, but it can offer them a longer life. There are multiple endings to the campaign, based on the order you visit the iterators in.

If you read all this thank you so much and feel free to send questions!! About my little guys.

[just-a-carrot]

Hi Carrot!! Do you perhaps kin (kins??) any of your characters? Me and my friend are (proudly) iggy kinnies! ❤

UHHHHHHHHH

i think it would be hard for me to say just one to be honest. mostly because every one of my chars has at least a little bit of me in there somewhere

i'd say the two with the most "me" in them are iggy and gidget. (ok iggy maybe most of all lkjdfalskdfa). iggy has a lot of just my general behaviors and thoughts and how he approaches situations and people. also his mental health struggles, particularly with anxiety. and ofc his asexuality and struggles in figuring himself out. gidget has all of my gender-related trials and tribulations and a lot of their past-related stuff was inspired by my own experiences...

aside from those two, genzou tends to get a lot of my weird sense of humor. orlam gets my weird vocabulary quirks (but otherwise is about as different from me as you could possibly get LOL). bucks perhaps has the least of me in her lkdajlfakdsfa

so i can't really say just one char perhaps, but just in general so much of me goes into my chars 🤣

sob i'm really happy to hear that tho!! i am always touched if people can relate to my chars strongly or see parts of themselves in the chars. i've always wanted my chars to feel really human in general so that others (besides myself) can perhaps feel seen and be able to relate to their struggles (and joys) 💕

[plushievik]

Opinions on each Koopaling GO

OAOYOROHRHYOHPHH OKAY OAKYAOKAYOKAY!!!!

Larry: my tiny son . my little itty bitty guy man. potentially most overrated solely because he is the most well-known but i love him dearly. he needs to be kept away from sharp objects at all times

Morton: me and my friends talked abt Morton at length last night bc he’s just !! so underloved !!! i think his characterization in the mario & luigi series is cute, especially his exceeding loyalty to his loved ones :3

Wendy: anyone who hates wendy is wrong btw. slay forever. god do i wish she had more canon characterization other than “the girl one” LOL

Iggy: potentially my fav??? is that a generic favorite to have idk LOL?? his design is by FAR my favorite out of all of em. fidgety weirdkid king forever

Roy: im a total sucker for punk / bully characters so he’s liek.. up there for me. a top three fav for sure!! he’s gay and trans to me & i do not criticism on this

Lemmy: i kin this thing. i like playing him in mk8d (even though i rarely play lightweights) solely because his rainbow hair is RAD

Ludwig: when i was 13 i had the most egregious crush on him and i have never told anyone ever until this very moment. i think he’s the best written overall from like, an objective standpoint

WOW that was a lot sorry ^_^

[sniffanimal]

Iggy is the only character I've ever kinned in my entire life holy shit. this guy rules

[gluttonyedits]

I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's ripped back sky And everything looks good tonight

self-indulgent: Luke moodboard based off the song The Passenger by Iggy Pop

• Please do not tag as kin/ID/me! •

[idabbleincrazy]

Self-Destruct (1/?)

Fandom: Buffyverse, Iggy Pop RPF

Rating: M (this chapter)

Pairing: Angel/Iggy Pop/Spike

Word Count: 2501

Warnings: 70′s Spangel, morally conflicted Angel, RPF, pre-series, blood and violence, punk era Spike, brief heavy petting, angst, dark fic

Summary: After his failure to save the man at the donut shop, Angel continues to spiral. And with Spike in town, things can only get better...right?

A/N: Set directly after the events seen during Angelus & Faith’s lil stroll down memory lane in Orpheus and shortly after Spike kills Nikki Wood (as seen in Fool for Love/Lies My Parents Told Me). Written for @leatafandom to make up for her gifter disappearing into the ether. I was struck with the inspiration for this after listening to I Wanna Be Your Dog and had to add Iggy into the mix just to torture Angel a lil more with an extra blue-eyed, blonde boy who is just oh so pretty and has a masochistic streak. Future parts will have BDSM threaded through it, but ramped to a vampiric level, and possibly a darker Angel than I typically write. We’ll see.

Squares Filled: Addict/Dealer ( @anyfandomdarkbingo ), emotion control ( @badthingshappenbingo ), “Do you even care?” ( @mfbingo ), skeletons in their closet ( @thebo3bingo )

So messed up, I want you here

In my room, I want you here

Now we're gonna be face-to-face

And I'll lay right down in my favorite place

And now I wanna be your dog

And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sands

New York, 1977 

Angel stared down at his hands, blood washed away, but still there, the memory of the night before flashing through his mind. Made the soul cry and wrench, made the demon howl and rattle the bars of its cage. The sun was down now and he'd not managed more than an hour or two of uneasy sleep.

After he'd run from the donut shop and the now dead young man, Angel had scurried back to the motel he had taken residency in, barred the door as if that could protect the outside world from his renewed hunger. He tore his clothes off and stepped into the shower, scouring his flesh with water as hot as the rusting pipes allowed and the harsh soap the staff provided, scrubbing every trace of blood from his skin until the water ran clean, and then scrubbed further still as if it could penetrate through flesh and bone and clear this new stain from his soul. 

Naked and shivering, he'd crawled into bed, bloodlust still pounding away inside him, gnawing like a rat as he tried to shut out the sounds of the city, all those beating hearts and stomping feet traipsing across streets that never slept, scent of warm, sweating flesh permeating the air. Dawn came, and with it new scents and sounds, but the same, nightlife trading places with its daytime counterpart, sequins and leather replaced by business suits and conservative skirts. 

He could still taste the man on tongue, cloying but oh so potent, filling his senses and leaving him feeling like an addict itching for his next fix before it had even left his system. Sleep came in fitful stutters as the hours passed by, disturbed and disrupted by his latest misdeed and the countless others that had been haunting for nearly eighty years. He'd been able to push it down to a dull ache for the past few decades, but now it was back with a vengeance, clawing and tearing at his insides, bombarding him with flashes of memory, scarlet and raging. 

As the sun set, he managed to ignore it all enough to rise from the bed and dress. Wouldn't have bothered, but underneath all the screaming and crying within, beneath the rumble and roar outside, something familiar had seeped in. Something familial. One of his was here, somewhere in the city, close enough he could feel the tug in his blood. Kin. One who could help at least the demon, if not the soul.

Sneaking out the back entrance of the motel, avoiding as many of the human occupants as possible, he kept to the shadows as he scented out Aurelian blood. Smoke and whiskey, cornflowers and honeysuckle. The boy. His boy. Maybe he could relieve the soul, after all. Wouldn't take much convincing, surely the younger vampire would at least want recompense for the way things ended on the submarine thirty-four years ago. 

As he tracked Spike through the alleys and city streets, his thoughts turned to Lawson. He couldn't smell the Childe, wondered if he'd survived, if Spike had bothered to teach him anything of what he was. Would be better off for them both if the former sailor was well away from here, he'd hate to have to make good on his promise. 

Making his way through the crowded streets of the Bowery, Angel tried to shut out the smell of sweat and pumping blood, focusing on Spike's unique scent. His demon was slathering inside, urging him to lull some easy target into the shadows for a quick bite. After all, what was one more black mark on his already charred soul? Still, he resisted.

As he closed in on Spike, he loosened the demon's leash slightly. In order for the soul to get what it wanted, the demon would need to take control for a little while, smooth the way. 

He came to a stop a few feet from a noisy club, dozens of punked out twenty-year-olds milling around outside its doors and along the block. The smell of leather and metal and that acrid sting of hair care product overwhelmed his senses at first until he could filter through it all and hone in on his quarry. 

Trust Spike to fall in with the punk scene. Of course, he would love the thrash and bash and violence of it all. And that lingering spot of William would feel out the poetry, the emotion, behind the rebellion. No flared slacks and roller-disco's for his boy, not enough substance under the glitter. 

He locked his gaze on the younger vampire as he snuck towards him from behind. Leather duster, different from the one before, made for a woman, it seemed. Hair no longer boot-black, but bleached white, a shock of curls on top of his head. Spike was concentrating on his conversation with another man, this one slightly shorter, but slim and well-muscled, his shoulder-length hair straggly and dirty blonde. Angel was close enough now to see his eyes, blue just like Spike's, and darkening as the pair spoke. He wondered for half a second if Spike had chosen this one in expectation of their reunion, but quickly dismissed the thought, their interaction spoke of deeper intimacy than a first time pick-up. 

Pushing through the last few people separating him from the blondes, Angel pressed up behind Spike, wrapping a restraining arm around his slender waist and tugging him back against his chest. Spike barely even flinched before relaxing in his embrace.

"Thought I taught you to always watch your perimeter, boy", Angel husked in Spike's ear, Angelus prominent in his voice.

"Like I didn't sense you the moment I set foot in your neighborhood, Angelus? Knew you were following me tonight, luv, and I can guess what you came looking for."

Angel bit back a growl as he felt Spike's ass shift teasingly over his groin. The dirty blonde in front of them cleared his throat and cast a questioning look at Spike. 

"Friend of yours, Spike", the man asked with a smirk. 

Spike disentangled himself from Angel's grasp and looked between the two knowingly. 

"Don't worry, Ig, Angelus an' I go way back. Angelus, meet Iggy Pop, Iggy, pet, meet Angelus." 

"Oh, yeah?" Iggy's face brightened at that, blue eyes sparking in a way that made the demon inside lick its lips. He stuck his hand out for Angel to shake, pupils dilating further at the feel of his colder flesh. Even among the sea of pheromones wafting off the humans both inside and outside the bar, Angel could damn near feel the arousal pouring off the short blonde. "Spike's talked about you, good to finally meet you, man."

Angel's eyes widened slightly at that, and he looked over at Spike questioningly. Spike merely quirked an eyebrow.

"Ig's here's in the music biz, got a few records out an' everything." 

Still perturbed by Spike's ease with the human and the young man's seeming knowledge of what Spike was, he pulled Spike back to him and lowered his voice so Iggy wouldn't hear.

"He knows?"

"Uh-huh, got my very own Renfield, without all the bug eating, of course. God, I love this decade, especially in this city." He felt Angel’s grip tighten around him possessively and scoffed. “Oi, come off it, Peaches, not his bloody trull, yeah? Not goin’ round like some fanged rent-boy, jus’ got an understanding with the bloke.” 

Spike turned in Angel's arms and pushed him back against the wall. He stared up at the brunette and felt a thrill race down his spine at the heat in those chocolate eyes. He knew Iggy was watching them still, but he couldn’t help himself from letting his guard down for a moment, his hand raising to cup Angel's face and pull him into a brief kiss. Angel tried to deepen it, but Spike pulled away with a smirk. Angel bit back a groan of annoyance, that teasing taste of his boy's lips sparking his need higher. He needed blood and pain, the human's or his own, didn't even matter anymore, and he knew only Spike could give it to him tonight. 

"Been down this side of town a couple times a week these past two months, pet. Wondered if you were ever gonna come seek me out. So, before you go draggin’ off to some alley or something, Pops, tell me, can I bring a friend over to play?”

Angel looked over Spike’s shoulder at the musician, eyes raking over the slight but pleasing figure, so reminiscent of the William he once knew. He nodded and, as if on cue, Iggy crossed the few feet between them. 

“Let me just go tell Hilly there’s been a change of plans, then, Spike. Be right back.”

Spike stopped him from turning with a touch and handed him a twenty dollar bill.

“See if you can pry a bottle of whiskey from the old man’s fingers, eh, pet?”

Turning his attention back to Spike as Iggy walked away, Angel finally took his first good look at Spike’s new look, his cock hardening as his gaze traveled from head to toe. There were piercings in his ears, and a safety pin stuck through his eyebrow over his old Slayer scar. A chain with a small lock on it hung around his neck alongside a pair of dog tags he must've taken from a victim, and rings adorned his fingers. Under the leather jacket, he wore a black graphic tee with a rip through the image. Two belts were buckled around his slim waist, one studded with metal and looped through his faded blue jeans, the other loosely sitting over his hips and littered with d-rings like an invitation. The jeans themselves had tears in the knee and opposite thigh, flashing pale skin that tantalized the demon within. The cuffs of the jeans were tucked into a pair of combat boots the blonde must've nicked from an army surplus store. His boy could look good in a burlap sack, and this outfit just screamed of dangerous, dirty fun.

Spike's grin widened and he pressed himself against Angel's bulk, pulling him from his appraisal. 

"Haven't asked 'bout my new coat yet, you'll never guess where I got it."

"Well, it is a sight better than the last one, boy, if a bit feminine. Tell me, then."

Spike flashed him a Cheshire smile and turned around again, pulling Angel's arms back around him and resting his head back against his chest.

“Oh, she was a right treat, best fight I’ve had in a long time.” Spike squirmed teasingly in Angel’s embrace, pushing his backside against the prominent bulge he could feel tenting the older vampire’s pants. “Got my second Slayer kill, I did. Just last night. Christ, I’d almost forgotten what a rush you get from drainin’ one of them chits. Can still feel her in my blood, luv. Might let you have a taste, Angelus, if you play nice.”

Angel let out a soft growl, his soul pushed further back by the demon at the offer. Spike turned to face him again, hungry smile gone. There was a curious glint in his eye as he looked up at the elder vampire. 

“Who’s tonight for then, luv, you or me?” The look on Angel’s face was all the answer he needed. He laid a palm on Angel’s chest, close to his still heart. “What the hell’s happened to you, Angelus? Smelled it in the sub, smell it more now. And less. You smell more like them, like humans, than of demon. Yet you feel darker than I ever remember. I can't figure it out."

"Do you even care?" 

"Nah, not really. Just so long as you know how tonight's gonna go."

Without waiting for a response, Spike pulled Angel's head down for a bruising kiss, the potent blood in his veins and the scent of his Grandsire's arousal stiffening his cock almost painfully. Breaking the kiss suddenly, Spike shifted and swiftly pierced his index finger with a fang before letting his human facade fall back into place. A drop of blood welled up from the small puncture and he raised hand to Angel's mouth, smearing the ruby liquid to his bottom lip.

Angel licked the blood away with a shudder and Spike let out a low groan as he leaned forward and captured the still-bleeding finger between his lips, his tongue flicking over the pad until the wound healed. His hand fisted Spike's jacket as the taste of Slayer and Aurelian coated his mouth, and he pulled Spike closer against him, bucking his hips forward to thrust his groin against the blonde's and moaning at the feel of his matching hardness. Angelus was closer to the surface than he had been in a long time, closer, even, than he had been when he'd let the Thesulac demon have its way with the patrons of the Hyperion twenty-five years ago.

 "Like it, don't ya, pet? Feel that power, Angel-mm!"

Angel had released the healed finger and bent his head to cover Spike's mouth with his own, his tongue delving through the parted lips before the younger vampire could finish his sentence. Spike snarled and groaned against his lips, hands pushing under his suede jacket to clutch at his back through the silk of his shirt. 

The pair reluctantly broke apart when someone close by cleared their throat, their heads turning in unison towards the sound, ready to flash fang at whoever had interrupted them. Iggy stood beside them with the acquired whiskey bottle in hand and a big grin on his face.

"You two gonna stand here all night suckin' face and grinding on each other or are we gonna have some real fun?"

"I thought you said he knew what you are? Shouldn't he be afraid to talk to us like that?"

Spike chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"He does, he's just itchin' for a bit of a lesson in respect. Isn't that right, pet?"

"If you ever get your ass movin'!" Iggy's grin grew wider. "Unless you wanted to give this crowd a better show than the one playin' inside."

"Cheeky boy. Much as I'm sure Angelus' exhibition streak would approve, my gear ain't on hand, so maybe next time, Ig."

Angel let out a low growl at the thought of the suggested show, unsure of how he felt about so many humans bearing witness to their coupling and his self-sought punishment.

"Well, c'mon then, Econline's just down the block. Gonna make me beg for it, Spike?"

"You'll be begging soon enough, pet." Spike grinned with a flash of fang that had Iggy suppressing a needy groan and looped his arm through Angel's to lead him towards Iggy's van. Iggy let out a whoop of excitement that had half the milling crowd staring at their departure and responding in kind as he barreled through the press of bodies. "C'mon, Sire, let's get you sorted out, yeah?"

~~~~~

All About Spike: @leatafandom @captain-peroxid3​ 

Other: @countblucas​

[delightfuldevin]

Taglist!! (More tags to be added as needed)

Basics:

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#black licorice - Hollow Knight

#hearttag

#spooky scary skeletons - skeletons

#made of stardust - stars

#faves tag

#cuddle monster - Bowser

#wingman ghost - King Boo

#heavy planter - Petey Piranha

#peachy - Peach

#flower power - Daisy

#my rose - Rosalina

#baby boy - Bowser Jr

#sporty boi son - Larry

#star child - Morton

#venny’s little princess - Wendy

#tol insane son - Iggy

#bad boy son - Roy

#smol clown son - Lemmy

#classy and sassy son - Ludwig

#lil rabbid son - Spawny

#starry rabbid daughter - Rosebud

#heroes of hope - Maurice, Louis, and Cherry

#blade master - Edge

#right hand bro - Luigi

#my lovely minions - Bowser’s minions

#fruity pie - Pitaya

#phantom bleu - Roguefort

#pretty petal - Cherry Blossom

#sourpuss - Lemon

#poppy - Popcorn

#little miss rebel - Currant Cream

#party pal - Birthday Cake

#voila! - Cinnamon

#cookie of class - Eclair

#miss moonlight - Moonlight

#brightest star in the sky - Shining Glitter

#razzle dazzle - Raspberry Mousse

#my sweet archer - Wind Archer

#lil sailor child - Peppermint

#smol ink child - Squid Ink

#lil magician daughter - Cream Puff

#chess twins - Chess Choco

#rice cake daughter - Moon Rabbit

#spooky and sparkly daughter - Pumpkin Pie

#robotics child - Strawberry Crepe

#toy time daughter - Lollipop

#dreamy conductor daughter - Milky Way

#pasta daughter - Fettuccine

#uncle caviar - Captain Caviar

#scholar sis - Blueberry Pie

#lizard bro - Dinosour

#fashion sis - Sour Belt

#surfer bro - Soda

#peppy sis - Cheerleader

#spicy bro - Peperoncino

#spicy nephew - Habanero

#goldie - Ananas

#water type - Lotus

#tanny - Rambutan

#vel - Red Velvet

#The One - Churro

#freezing hot princess - Blaze

#chaos control - Shadow

#shiny sis - Rouge

#mc princess - Pearl

#dj hyperfresh - Marina

#cold blooded bandit - Shiver

#hype manta storm - Big Man

#sea star - Callie

#boss lady - Marie

#nenie - Annie

#best clown buddy - Marx

#uncle meta - Meta Knight

#poyo - Kirby

#princess of the night - Luna

#dragon child - Smolder

#griffin son - Gallus

#sunsis - Sunset Shimmer

#honey - Red

#chalk daughter - Susie

#spade nephew - Lancer

#grillbae - Grillby

#showtime - Rory

#stardust - Whitney

#moonflower - Ione

#blush - Pinky

#uncle apollo - Apollo

#hoppity - Sasha

#rrr-owch - Lucky

#ragdoll queen - Sally

#finest trick or treaters - Lock, Shock, and Barrel

#voidheart - the Hollow Knight

#blessed daughter - Joni

#uncle six eyes - the Hunter

#pk bat son - Ness

#pk snake son - Lucas

#flower crown child - Crona

#plasma twins - Pot of Fire and Pot of Thunder

#auntie bayo - Bayonetta

#four elements disaster - Rubilax

#auntie eclipsa - Eclipsa Butterfly

#uncle glob - Globgor

#uncle clay - Clay

#vegetable fam - Goku, Vegeta, Cabba, Caulifla, Kale, and Broly

#misc cc - anyone without a tag

It’s very obvious which one of these tag groups made me have to put it under a cut fbchcfghcghvjvhnv

[bzedan]

January! A new year of playlists. A new spreadsheet, with improved setup after a year of doing it.

I love playlists curated by people who are knowledgeable or passionate about something, whether it's a genre or a character. This post on tumblr links to a playlist that's a crash course on hip hop and has a GREAT annotated timeline to accompany it. This month's playlist has 'Sound of da Police' by KRS-One on it, one of those songs that is always good as you remember and always a fucking vibe.

Mostly January's playlist vibe is indulgence, it's all songs I enjoy without as much of a throughline. Though I did go on a bit of a The Monkees kick and several songs were ones I encountered watching the new Willow series (which is fun but the music choices are super interesting!). 

Anyway here's a link to January's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.

'Mellow Yellow' - Big Maybelle  

'I Was Dancing In The Lesbian Bar' - Jonathan Richman  

'Miss You' - Oliver Tree  

'Crimson + Clover' - Pom Pom Squad  

'(I'd Go The) Whole Wide World' - The Monkees  

'Sunshine' - Oliver Tree  

'Centerfold' - The J. Geils Band  

'I'm Straight' - The Modern Lovers  

'Good Vibrations' - The Beach Boys  

'Knights of Cydonia' - Muse  

'Wild Side' - ALI  

'Bells' - The Unlikely Candidates  

'Wish on an Eyelash, Pt. 2' - Mallrat  

'Rüdeger's Rehearsal' - Alkemie  

'Give It Up - 1997 Remaster' - Talk Talk  

'Night Music' - Dio  

'Orchid - 2014 Remaster' - Black Sabbath  

'The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine' - Simon & Garfunkel

'Pleasant Valley Sunday - 2007 Remaster' - The Monkees  

'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' - Iron Butterfly  

'Throne' - Saint Mesa  

'Last Train to Clarksville - Original Stereo Version; 2006 Remaster' - The Monkees  

'Everybody Wants to Rule the World (feat. Spencer Jones & Mckenna Breinholt)' - Cinematic Pop  

'Porpoise Song' - The Monkees  

'Starlight' - Muse  

'What Ever Happened' - The Strokes  

'Powerhouse' - Raymond Scott & His Orchestra  

'I'm a Believer - Alternate Mix; 2006 Remaster' - The Monkees  

'For The Glory' - Kin Palo  

'Ascension' - Boulet Brothers  

'I'm A Wanted Man' - Royal Deluxe  

'Rice' - Young Fathers  

'Save Your Tears' - Hildegard von Blingin'  

'Tapioca Tundra' - The Monkees  

'Vampires' - Bat For Lashes  

'Catch the Wind - Single Version with Strings' - Donovan  

'Smells Like Teen Spirit (feat. Mckenna Breinholt)' - Cinematic Pop

'You Be You' - Kin Palo  

'Sultan' - Vishal-Shekhar  

'Panopticom - Bright Side Mix' - Peter Gabriel  

'Strung Out Johnny' - Iggy Pop  

'Sunshine Superman' - Donovan  

'Etthara Jenda' - Vishal Mishra  

'Bone' - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard  

'Beam Me Up' - Midnight Magic  

'Gone - Devault Remix' - Charli XCX  

'Hooked On A Feeling' - Blue Swede  

'Sound of da Police' - KRS-One  

'DJ' - Amanda Blank  

'Quien Manda' - MalaRodríguez  

'Bicep' - TR/ST  

'Tomorrow Never Knows' - Our Lady Peace  

'Will Of The People' - Muse  

'Enter Sandman' - Rina Sawayama  

'DEMON' - TR/ST  

'Midnight - Best Of' - Yazoo  

Crossposted from Comradery and Patreon

[boricuacherry-blog]

Asap has made no secret of his love for psychedelic drugs, even designing a sculptural piece called Shroom Cactus in collaboration with Italian design studio Gufram displayed at Design Miami. This was his first foray into homeware. "I've always advocated for mushrooms," ASAP said.

The rumor mill also went into overdrive when it was claimed that ASAP had cheated on Rihanna with Amina Muaddi, a shoe designer for the Fenty brand.

Brazilian influencer Ayarla Souza also says ASAP messaged her and was flirting with her, sharing his account in her DM's. She even made a video, where she says he hit her up while he was in Brazil for Lollapalooza a couple weeks ago, and she ignored his message because of her respect for Rihanna.

ASAP previously dated Brazilian model Daiane Sodre in 2019, before having a child with Rihanna. Prior to that, he has been linked with French escort Sophie Brussaux, Kendall Jenner, Chanel Iman (who he cheated on with Rita Ora) and Iggy Azalea.

ASAP has revealed that he's "been a sex addict for some time" in a 2019 Esquire interview, and that he was having orgies in the seventh grade.

He made a song in 2013 called "F**kin Problems" where he rapped "yeah, I got a f**kin problem." That same year he was also in a video with Rihanna called Fashion Killa.

In 2020, Rihanna had a scooter accident, according to her rep.

[just-a-carrot]

Hey, Carrot!

I think you will be very happy to hear that I find Iggy immensely relatable. I don't know if you know what "kinning" is, but I think he may be my top kin.

I relate to a lot of things about him. Like, his social anxiety, his reclusive ways, and his struggles with feeling like there's something wrong with him/he's a burden/he needs to "earn" other people's love and respect by doing things for them. It doesn't help that I'm also bi, aspec, a nerd and a coder sjsishejnejsje... 💦

With all of this considered, I find myself very happy when Iggy, both in universe and in fandom, is so loved and accepted. It makes me feel that maybe I'm not as weird or hopeless as I think I am? That there's other people like me out there, and they're capable of doing great stuff, so maybe I'm capable of doing great stuff too!

...With all of that being said, when do I get my own love square of immensely loveable but morally questionable babes? (/J)

THIS IS SO SWEET 😭💕 My eyes got very moist reading this ahhhHHHHH...

I literally want to cry knowing that people can relate to and love and accept Iggy.

Maybe because there's so much of me in him too. Because I use him to sort through a lot of my own issues and find a bit of catharsis. So maybe it's also a bit selfish of me to put him in a position where he's the one getting loved.

WELL OK I ALSO TORTURE HIM A LOT TOO SO MAYBE THERE'S A LOT OF MY OWN MENTAL SELF-BERATEMENT GOING ON THERE TOO DLKAJFSLKDA

b-b-but... I don't know... it's selfish but it's also very cathartic on my part to be able to make a story where sure, iggy is forced to learn a lot and get better and figure himself out, but also other people actually make concessions for him, for once too. and he's able to still find love and acceptance in spite of everything. particularly the ace aspect because that's something i've struggled a lot with over the years but also just everything, all his own insecurities, his general oddness, yet there are still those who desperately want to give him love

and if there are others who relate to him strongly and can also feel some catharsis and love and acceptance and hope from everything he goes through, too, then that just honestly fills me with so much joy 💕

"With all of that being said, when do I get my own love square of immensely loveable but morally questionable babes?" -> WEEPING LAKDJFALDKFAD well you've gotta find yourself a magical tree in the middle of the woods first ig... 🤣🤣🤣

[czolgusszy]

names

Elias. Elias-Grace. I've never felt like a Grace on its own, but Elias-Grace specifically speaks to me.

Paul, Maurice. Kinnie names a la Dave or Marco, but make it literature.

Kestrel, which I currently use. Synge, which I used in high school. Isabelle, the classic. I don't feel like NOT an Isabelle, I just feel like that identity is so personal. Private, even. My mom can call me Isabelle, that doesn't hurt. But revealing that name to strangers at work? feels like a breach of my own trust.

I'd love to keep my initials. IMP rules. that fully encapsulates a lot of me. but I also don't want to be an Isaiah Modest Paul. I don't know if I want to keep the name Pavlik, either. I don't mind revealing that so much, because it just links me to my family. It's ugly but I came upon it honestly. and besides, it just means "son of Paul" in slovak, so it kind of incorporates that Paul kin name, whether I change it to Paul or keep Pavlik.

Anyway. I was told once I could be an Iggy. and unless someone knows a way to spell Elias with an I (Ilias?) I'm probably gonna be an Ignatius Maurice Pavlik, Ignatius Modest? Basically I need to accept losing the initials IMP or I need to find a name that starts with I that has the exact vibes of Shad from twilight princess or palamedes sextus.

[cogiita]

❝  are ya hurt ?  did they hurt ya ?  ❞

OVER PROTECTIVE PROMPTS — accepting !

arlen’s men had visited club sanctuary on numerous occasions, and every time they announce their arrival, iggy spice ensured their departures swift and ruthless. granted preserving their no-touch rule. every yakuza body dispenses outside sanctuary’s perimeters.

The sole distinction separating Arlen’s loyal kin from other family members are religious-esque emblems pinned upon their sleek jackets—bedecked in faux gold with emerald insertions on every four points. Depicting an equine figure rearing, centered within a holy ring; spikes protruding in each cardinal direction.

she never informed her newly beloved of these nefarious individuals. these are problems left unburdened on his shoulders, conflict mediated by her hand alone. needing no outside resolution nor assistance. any time Arlen’s men make themselves known amidst her presence, either she or iggy spice divert them away from Majima’s vicinity, however roused his suspicions might be.

however, tonight is one exception. she waited patiently outside club sanctuary’s doors, bidding her hostesses farewell before trekking off herself. they arranged another date during late hours of the night, specifically reuniting at their agreed upon rendezvous point: three blocks further down the street from her club. a small, unassuming restaurant just around the corner. she understood majima disliked fancy, elegant dining. hence her settling for something quaint yet still bearing an air of class to its establishment.

upon reaching said rendezvous point, spotlight shine over cogita from street lamp alight her social bubble. peripheral scouts for her partner whilst intermittently glancing down to her phone screen; deft digits formulating notice of her punctuality.

[ text -> majiboo ❤️ ] — Hello, Majima-san! I'm here. Try not to keep a lady waiting for too long mon cher.

texting engrossed cogita's foremost attention, unable to heed footsteps gradually closing in. ❝ Oi ! 'ey, ya slut ! Y'should stop browsin' on yer phone fer dick pics' n' instead come on over here. Me n' my boys can fulfill your needs better than some amataur porno. ❞ an unfamiliar voice barks out commands that successfully rears her head and cast sight unto whom rudely disturbed the peaceful, serene ambience of busy kamurocho streets. deliberately ignoring their presence, she refuses to humor the three hooligans in front of her, casually sauntering away.

❝ ‘ey, ya bitch ! ❞ one of the trio grasp her wrist, forcefully yanking her back into their clique whilst two other men obstruct her path. prompting stern, disciplined hand smacking across his face--the one who grabbed her. ire-fueled eyes fixed fierce glares unto cogita, soon feeling her wrist freed in exchange for both enlarged hands choke-holding her svelte neck. slowly tightening his grip to savor cogita's physical distress and wildly squirming. eyes eventually screw shut out of reflex, incited by metal bashed against something organic in front of her. curiosity emboldens cogita's sole iris to open, beholding all three thugs groveling to their knees. majima stands, baseball bat equipped; obviously the perpetrator in this scenario.

❝ You are late. ❞ arms fold over her chest, facetiously playing along with his nonchalant air. however, his conveyance is strikingly sincere. it warmed her heart that he concerned himself over her current condition: slight red rings her neck with minimal bruising visible.

❝ . . . yes. a tad frazzled, but I have endured far worse than you could ever imagine. ❞ said with utmost confidence, supported by her undeterred demeanor. unfazed by the incident.