#its 10pm everyone

[zephyrusswinds]

macaque a bitch

[capitalisticveins]

Lots of Headcanons #1

Due to recent events I'm writing lots of mini headcanons to liven the mood, starting with my very BESTEST FRIEND @cyc-chilla

Avior

Avior has a drawing tablet he uses whenever he gets stressed, which is a lot.

He specializes in backgrounds, landscapes, and designs/patterns.

He prefers digital art rather than traditional art since it’s more forgiving, but he still dabbles in watercolors a lot.

Avior doesn’t often eat human food since it’s not necessary but when Starlight speaks about their favorite foods, or cooks anything, he usually tries the food, whether it looks appetizing or not.

He played tic-tac-toe almost 100 times to entertain himself in “hell”, and he lost to himself more than half of that amount.

Sam

As a kid, Sam would usually hang out in the nearest park, away from home, and try bringing home critters from there. Whether it was a squirrel, bugs, rabbits, stray cats, didn’t matter. He liked picking them up and trying to take them home. It worked a few times but someone would always find the animal and toss it back out.

Sam was a cowboy for Halloween from the ages of 7-12, and he regrets telling Darlin’ about it every passing day.

He hasn’t bought a new iPhone since 2018.

The only holiday his family spent together was Christmas, and he missed it greatly when he moved to Dahlia. He didn’t celebrate with the House for a number of reasons, so the first one he spent with other people since moving was when he started dating Darlin’ and he felt emotional during the entire day.

Butter Pecan is not his favorite ice cream flavor, he just says it is to make people mad. He still likes it, though

He spent an entire summer when he was 11 selling lemonade and water in his local park to raise money to buy a SNES. He never did have enough to buy one but he had a shit ton of money for an 11 year old.

Him going to Six Flags in Cali was the first and only time he’s ever been to an amusement park.

Porter

When she was alive, Porter got his mother a bouquet of flowers every year for mothers day, with differing handwritten notes. Even after his presumed death, she’d get flowers sent to her home every mothers day, and to this day a bundle of flowers and notes are put on her grave.

He uses a flip phone when calling people he doesn’t like so he can hang up on them by slamming it shut.

He finger guns himself in the mirror

Porter cried when the Queen died

His love-language is gift-giving, so Treasure just has a bunch of real expensive jewelry in one of their drawers because Porter gives them so much of it.

Although he prefers physical touch, and Treasure always delivers it.

Porter wears eyeliner.

Caelum

Cannot color inside the lines of a coloring book

Caelum does not like feeling constricted, so whenever he’s on Elegy he makes his form wear flowy and loose clothes to give himself space

Whenever he drinks kool-aid he rushes to the nearest mirror to look at his tongue changing color

When using a coloring book, he usually draws with a single color crayon, no two colors unless he’s drawing it for his siblings, Freelancer, or Gavin.

He finds bunk beds adorable until it’s time for him to sleep on one

Caelum cannot sleep on a normal day. He can try, and he can pretend, but if he’s not doing it to help someone else, he can’t just “go to sleep”, he’s too excited for anything and everything.

Due to accelerated energy, Caelum (and most Empathy Daemons) flies faster and for longer than other demons.

He gave his physical form braces once, took them off almost immediately.

[meiozis]

not to drop some random peach lore but this whole thing reminded me of around 6 years ago when a streamer dude i was a huge fan of turned out to be a Very Bad Guy. as an additional detail just a few weeks before everything came out i participated in a fanzine for him, which he, as well as his streamer "friend" group, received physical copies of, as well as a digital copy. he then used my artwork as his twitter profile picture (without consent lol) and the entire time that we found out he's a horrible person he had my art as his pfp, so now whenever that whole situation resurfaces i get to see my art attached to it

which is just an extremely long winded way of saying that it's astonishing how people with any amount of fame are in fact capable of absolutely heinous acts, and we have no idea who they actually are. it's their job description to have a persona that's easy to love, and easy to form a connection with based on very vague information. of course there's nothing wrong with supporting someone unless there's a reason not to, but i think it's always a good idea to be cautious.

there's such a power imbalance between fans and creators, whether it's an artist, a streamer, a blogger even, whatever, unless you personally know that person, you don't actually know them. sometimes even knowing someone means absolutely nothing, and honestly one of my first coherent thoughts was "who knew about this and said nothing?" sure, they're deleting posts with taeil and whatnot, which they absolutely should, but after something like this it's so hard to find a reason to quote unquote trust any of the other members.

anyway, if there's anyone who follows me, or just sees this in passing without following me, and still supports taeil or tries to defend him - first of all what the fuck is wrong with you. but also do both of us a favour and block me, because i don't tolerate people who have no fucking moral backbone and don't stand with victims.

that's all, everyone else... i hope we're having a decent day, take care of your friends and your family

[calamitys-child]

ONLY DOLLY PARTON CAN SAVE ME NOW

[kaoharu]

hhhh i think im just gonna sleep

[princessmyriad]

Anyone with pokemon sword wanna help me out with some trades to fill out my dex?

I can offer any shield exclusives in return but ill need a bit of time to go catch them as i only have one of each so far but dm me for what youre looking for and i can make it a priority if youve got the ones i want to trade. I can even grab a shield dog if you wanted to do a dogswap. I have some shinies moved in from pokemon go too if thats something youre interested in.

I also need some that arent exclusive but need trading like aromatisse, rhyperior, escavalier and accelgor and so forth. I have a list so please dm if youve got sword or access to tradeable sword exclusives.

Thankyou!

[thermesiini]

CAN THESE PEOPLE GO HOME ALREADY

[diah-the-demon]

oh great

some old friends of mine who im not out to just came over to my door

[chaoticlovingdreamer]

THIS IS SO COOL, I LOVE IT!!!

the machine.

a comic about being a 'creator' online.

creative notes:

[velocitychroma]

its dark and cold outside im tucked into bed with a cup of tea and i just realized its only 6pm. evil

[couldthatreallyhavebeenit]

still being in the groupchat for my school newspaper as a graduate is a weird feeling because while i am invited to write and stuff i never know when im being Too Much and i want to let them do their thing but also this newspaper is so special to me so im constantly wanting to write more and talk about my ideas

[pears-trinkets]

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[hahndlewithcare]

I'm literally out of the house for 12+ hrs a day... 60+ hrs a week... OUGH.

[rcseadorned]

She didn’t respond to his question, choosing instead to fall into silence as her pacing gradually slowed. Though it was dark, she could still make out his figure moving, hear the faint rustle of something unfurling and settling on the ground, and catch the scent of old dust stirred into the air. Perhaps her discomfort with his suggestion was obvious, as he quickly changed the topic- though she would have preferred something else entirely, or for them to sink into an uneasy silence.

She turned his words over and over in her mind, trying to make sense of them, but couldn't fully grasp his context. The thought of these things being studied, cataloged, and given names was alien to her, though not altogether surprising. After all, humans called her a ghost. Some even gave her cruel, cutting names- demon, foul spirit. Names that stung at first, but she wore them regardless.

Without fully understanding why, she joined him on the straw mat, sitting as far to the edge as the space allowed, pulling her legs in and clasping her knees. His questions whirled inside her head, seeking answers, yet nothing clear came to mind. How could she explain something so formless, so elusive, like a half-remembered dream? "A... shadow," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It sticks to the shadows. It moves at night. Always behind. It waits. It’s always waiting," she continued, her hands tightening on the worn fabric around her knees. "Always waiting, watching, eating. It eats everything-"

The air shifted, growing dense, like a heavy fog settling over them, thick and suffocating. Her pulse quickened, and a cold wave of goosebumps raced down her body, from head to hoof. She knew this feeling all too well- dread, creeping in, whispering of something near. The dread always came first. Her movements became frantic, sharp, as her gaze darted to Xie Lian. She couldn’t run, not while in here. Not while he was here.

One trembling hand reached to silence him, to cover his mouth, but she hesitated, her bloodstained fingers stopping just short of his lips. She couldn’t touch him, so she cupped both hands to her own mouth, though she had no intention of speaking. Hush, don't make a sound.

And then, she froze.

sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ

The faint sound of nails, or claws, dragging along the wooden door. Slow, deliberate, like something curious. The scratching moved, now scraping along the wall, before returning to the door. sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ, sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ. A board shifted, the faintest clatter, and then a flash of light from the talisman hanging nearby.

A hiss. A slither. The sound of something moving just beyond the walls, slipping through underbrush, and then—silence. The weight in the air lifted, the evil qi dissipated, and at last, she could breathe again.

Xiao Hua remained still, heart pounding, her breath shallow as her eyes filled with tears. It had never come this close before. If not for that yellow paper...

The shack was small and even though the talisman should prevent whatever it was that was lurking outside from coming inside, Xie Lian had no idea what exactly the creature outside was, or how strong it was. Therefore hiding away in this small shack somehow still felt like a prison, he still felt vulnerable, but the good thing was that he was not alone, he was with the guardian of this forest and he was sure she had a better understanding of the being that caused all this chaos. His hopes were shattered when she admitted that she did not know what it was, but he was not one to admit defeat so easily and he was sure they would be able to figure things out together.

Xie Lian watched her pace back and forth, obviously she felt as trapped as he did, or probably even worse and a part of him wished he had a way of comforting her, but he had neither an immediate solution to the problem at hand, nor did he have anything with him to lift their spirits. He had no food, nothing to drink; only his little straw mat which he rolled out on the dusty floor now, he figured they would have to spend the night here so they might as well get comfortable.

The little bit of moonlight that managed to sneak into the dark room was their only source of light and whenever it hit the frame of the pacing guardian her skin looked like porcelain. She had an effortless beauty about her which he assumed all guardians had.

“Have you considered going back?”, Xie Lian asked with a quiet voice, almost ashamed of bothering her with that question. He knew how hard it was to accept that one could not deal with their problems on their own, plus, he was aware that without the guardian here the people would be left for dead as he was sure Xiao Hua was the only thing that stood between the creature and the village. Quickly he tried to distract her from the unpleasant question he had asked:

“Are you familiar with the concept of levels the palace of Ling Wen had come up with to determine how powerful a ghost is? Fierce, malice and wrath. There are also supremes but I think we would know if we were dealing with one of them right now. What does it look like? Have you fought it before?”

He then patted the straw mat next to him, offering her a seat, he would feel bad if she had to pace the room for the rest of the night.

[bronzebtch]

out of character — alright ! i think that's all i could muster from one whole day. i've got eight replies down for my multi, and about four replies on rhea, which is more than i expected <333 am looking forward to be online again soon and write with you all once more !!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

everyone settling into the hotel and figuring out the unsaid rules of cohabitation like

1 - it’s okay for Angel Dust to leave work stuff lying around IF ITS WASHED

2 - if you want a drink you ASK Husk. If you want to die you mess with his drink display

3 - TV is timeshared and if Alastor wants to use his timeslot to turn the tv OFF then no you can’t watch it just because he’s not using it

4 - Niffty can pin up the cockroach kill of the week in the lobby for everyone to wince at but it has to be on the cork board Charlie bought for her and she has to take the old ones down first each time

5 - if you break it you rebuild / replace it. You do NOT upgrade it with weapons while doing so (Sir Pentious THIS MEANS YOU) 5b - as long as it gets rebuilt / replaced no one gets to make a huge deal over something being broken or blown up again (or at Sir Pentious for doing it)

6 - don’t move around the fucking lobby furniture without moving it back afterwards 6b - if it’s in your room then you can do what you want but in all shared spaces the furniture NEEDS to be kept tidy and in proper place unless you want to hear swearing and sounds of violence as Vaggie trips over and throws her spear into a wall in frustration again, ruining the paper 6c - every third time this happens everyone has to sit through another presentation by Charlie explaining how having one eye is different when it’s not huge and in the middle of your head and you’re not basically at ground level

7 - Charlie can sing but only between 10am and 10pm unless it’s an emergency. If she tries singing outside of that whoever’s nearest is allowed to GENTLY hush her 7b - if you hush Charlie at any other time Vaggie will chase you. 7c - the above is NOT a recommended source of healthy exercise (you will have trauma)

8 - and above all have fun and FUCK yourself!

- Whoever changed “be” to “fuck”- it’s okay and you are loved <3

- Platonically. You are loved platonically, by me Charlie, who is writing this while standing next to my beautiful girlfriend.

- hey Charlie puff you alright? Sounds like she had a gun to your head while you were writin’ this XD

- It was more like her lips on my neck but yeah pretty close!

9 - Charlie and Vaggie are not allowed to be gross and cute in common areas they have a room for that sappy shit and need to keep it there thanks

- Homophobia.

- this is hell, toots

- You are literally a gay man Angel Dust

- I contain multitudes. Multitudes of d

- Bonding between friends is WONDERFUL but this is a list of rules not a chat room so let’s end things here ha ha ha ! Great job everyone!!!!

- KILL

- niffty what the fuck did you write that in it wont wash off

- BLOOD~