#its mostly feck.

[ipfy-dot-tif]

they call me the drawer on account that i draw images

[surreal-duck]

Can I possibly ask who your most recent OC is, if you are still open to talking about your OCs?

of course!!! honestly i dont think ive made any new ones in particular since last year? with the amount i have atp i kinda go back and forth between new and old ones kjsdgkjsdhgs but i guess rafi and naomi would be the most recent that i actually do somewhat draw on occasion because otherwise a good chunk of them are just. kind of concepts i bounce around in my head jksdgjkhsdgsh

i do have this from some time ago though that never really went anywhere

[aria0fgold]

The King had mercy on me that loop, maybe he really is merciful after all... I didn't have to suffer much during his battle but I sure did suffer during Euphrasie's part, I really don't like how unsettling that one is. Freaky... Also sugary smell... Rotting... Aint plants have a sugary smell when they're wilting?

[quakerjoe]

A CUPPA JOE: 14 JAN 2025

Let's keep on point for a moment and screw the civility for a bit. My sense of civility died with Heather Heyer.

As tragic a thing it is when violence breaks out, TOO OFTEN it is the ONLY language that seems to get through to the rich and powerful since the voices of those whom they lord over always, reliably, fall upon deaf ears; ears crammed with corporate cash and bribes from oligarchs.

"Can we all just get along?" did nothing leading up to the American Revolution

"Hey, how about we don't allow slavery, huh?" didn't free a single slave in the USA.

"Yeah, Pearl Harbor... how about that? And those natsi death camps! We should all be waving fingers at those nations, especially when you look at how bad Stalin's Soviet Russia outdid Hitler but Stalin got away with it because he mostly kept Russian atrocities in-house. Ammiright?" Thanks, Mr. Chamberlain, but no thanks. Churchill's predecessor kept trying to play nice with natsis. How'd that work out?

Since the dawn of humanity, there is a line of trust between those who give consent to be governed, and those who do the governing. History is filled with countless examples of rich @$$holes who just don't know when to quit and they push and push and push until the breaking point hits and these dip$hits are suddenly surprised to find themselves being put up against a wall to be shot, led up a scaffold to be hanged or beheaded. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

We can warn them, time and again, that if the masses aren't being responsibly governed by people who see to the needs of ALL (or for feck sake, at least MOST) of the people in the country, it is inevitable that the masses no longer consent to the governance being applied.

Thomas Jefferson said it well in the Declaration of Independence: "When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."

In other words, government in question anywhere, any time- "You're Fired!" When government agents sell their souls to oligarchs and push lies and create an environment where "We the People" cannot hold free and fair elections and hold the results of said elections to come to bear in favour of the MAJORITY, then we, as a society, as a whole, have failed ourselves and our posterity.

Every industrial nation on the planet has socialized medicine but one. ONE! You guessed it- the U.S.F'n-A. Every day the American people, no matter what side of what aisle you're pitching for, are highly strung out knowing, consciously or subconsciously, that their family's fortune can be erased with a major medical debt. This alone should be as uniting factor among ALL Americans, but the people of this country have grown increasingly stupid, less informed, more ignorant and certainly more apathetic.

Americans have a SERIOUS problem with TRUTH. This is what brought us to this sheep-like state of being.

Does anyone seriously believe the USA was minding its own business when the Japanese destroyed Pearl Harbor in WWII? History classes never teach 'Murican kids about how we helped the Chinese repel the Imperial Japanese forces from invasion. We cover up all the planes we sent to China to bolster their air force and the stories of brave American pilots who served as flight and combat instructors during this time. Covert submarine missions conducted by the US Navy to destroy Japanese shipping rarely, if ever, gets a mention. You know who DID know about US involvement in hindering Japanese advancements in the Pacific then? The Japanese. We weren't sucker punched. We weren't broadsided by the Japanese. We just didn't have the guts or gumption to answer the calls of our allies in China and the Pacific OR of our allies in Europe to stand up and fight when the call came. It wasn't until the Axis powers openly punched us in the face that we finally had enough support to DO something other than continuing talks and sending out pleas for the Axis powers to knock off all the killing and conquering.

This begs the question- when do we acknowledge that sometimes to stop the slaughter, one must stand and fight/commit violence? Is it only wrong when it's against our own rich @$$holes running the show at home? How many people DIED because trumplefuckstick screwed us ALL during the pandemic? How many DIED because insurance companies refused to keep up their end of the faith/trust and cover the life-saving things needed for people to survive an accident or curable disease? How many CEO's out there listen to those who, in the case of insulin alone, literally BEGGED to have the prices brought down to some reasonable level of affordability?

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness." Paragraph II of the Declaration of Independence; just a reminder that the oh-so-sacred Founding Fathers were very well aware that government gets power from those consenting to be governed. When government betrays the sacred trust of the people that put these @$$holes in power in the first place, it is on US to remove them and while through the rendering of laws that should allow us to do so peacefully, Jan 6 has proven that even those pillars of democracy mean f-all today.

So who is going to help us out? God? Jesus? The Great Pumpkin? The Spaghetti Monster? I highly doubt it. God hasn't show up for a war since, oh, ever. I mean, never. Religion has gone from an early stage of mystery where the wise find themselves on a quest for knowledge and to seek the Divine in any and all things while the not-so-enlightened use it like they do today- a tool to make even the dumbest, stupidest, most ignorant tw@ts appear smarter than they are because they were clever enough to tell an even greater body of people following them "It's God's Will and He works in mysterious ways- DON'T QUESTION." Nothing has drowned out God(s) like human arrogance and hubris like 'organized' religion has. It has trained the less fortunate to believe what they're told and to not question anything. Those who see behind the curtain see it for what it is: The Oldest Grift that's still going after thousands, maybe millions of years.

If you think I'm having a poke at God(s) (There are more than the One God- the First Commandment makes it abundantly clear) you're wrong. I'm not. I have no truck with God, and if we, as a species, are truly the recipients of the gift of Free Will, then that's simple enough to understand and it would of course explain why never openly see or hear from God. Then again, who REALLY does?

For example, look at Joseph Smith. This convicted grifter from my state of Vermont, managed to somehow procure unto himself some mysterious golden tablets that only HE could even see, let alone read. He managed to con a bunch of desperate, disenfranchised burnouts to follow him across this continent, to settle in bum-feck nowhere in Utah near a poisonous lake. He convinced these poor, less-than-bright acolytes that he was their new messiah and that they should all give him their possessions as well as their women (meaning their wives and daughters of all ages for him to F'k as he pleases). Yeah. That's Mormonism. That's religion in general, from ancient times to Charlie Manson and David Koresh and Jim Jones. It's not about gods or sacred tomes and riles, it's about selfish shitbags finding a flock of dimwits to follow them and that in places in the world where education thrives, it is harder and harder to find such dimwits to lead in a collective flock.

It happens all the time in the US; a nation continually crashing the education system to the point where it's beyond the point of being a matter of national security because the troops are literally too stupid to work the equipment. People aren't so stupid, I think, that they don't know why the GOP wants to end TikTok. It's an untethered platform where we can see, unedited, what's going on elsewhere. We can see the war crimes committed by the IDF in Palestine. We can see the atrocities committed by Russia in Ukraine.

The point is, sooner or later THE TRUTH GETS OUT. As the protagonist in "V for Vendetta" said- "People shouldn't be afraid of their government; government should be afraid of its people." He's right. In a time where civics is no longer taught in public schools, that's just the GOP and corporatists in government suppressing the truth of how things work, to keep them in fear of all sorts of things that really DO NOT MATTER in the realms of reality!

Racism- an artificial construct that means literally nothing. You may as well hate people because of the color of their car or house or shoes. Nonetheless, it is a perfect tool to keep people divided. It is the tool of white men to keep black people in a state of fear, but is the KKK publicly branded a TERRORIST organization? What about Natsi groups? Churches that promote division and hate? I don't see them getting hit with terrorism charges, but one young man kills some rich prick? HE gets a terrorism charge? How do we define "terrorism" in the US these days? Is it only when rich people are made to be afraid? Hmmm.... Must be. This is why it's just hunkey-dorey for cops to shoot black people in the back for no reason. Kill some rich CEO who is LITERALLY responsible for a death rate akin to 9-11 EVERY MONTH for years?

Gender Issues- Literally meaningless in the grand scheme. Why are so many GOP/MAGA f'n OBSESSED with this? It is something that a very, VERY small percentage of the population is affected by, and still, it's nobody else's business. Just the same, this little prop in the culture wars if waved around, set on fire, and used as yet another prop to divide us all when it takes far less effort to just not be a dick, not let it be a thing, and to either ignore it (best choice of the apathetic) or to take a sincere crack at trying to actually understand it, the sciences behind it, and to get a little smarter (best for those with empathy and a sense of curiosity for learning what was once considered a fictitious thing that people with "issues" had. Biologists have been mapping the genetic spectrum for a while now, laying out their findings to show why some men are androgynous and feminine and others are 'alpha male' douche-canoes, mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers. You know; MAGA types.

The list is far longer and more specific, but you get the point. There's no TRUTH to 'race' or 'gender' that matters worth a damn for those who are accepting of everyone around them and tend to judge others by their character, not skin tone or by what's going on in their crotch.

Now that I've written a small novelette here, I'm going to conclude by reminding you that violence is often the last viable hand dealt to those who can't afford an anty and are never given a seat at the game. "Freedom's just another word for 'nothin left to lose." When you live in a time and a place where fear is a daily part of your mental diet because some religious nut is going to terrorize you because of your gender/sexuality, it's not right and when there's nobody to help, this leads to violence (self inflicted or lashing out). Everyone has a breaking point.

If you live somewhere where white people cause you to pucker-up because you're about to get pulled over by a white cop and this could literally be your final moment of life, it's only a matter of time before it invokes violence.

Tragic, though it may be, this is where selfish, evil, vile people in power push things, over and over again. They truly bring it onto themselves. They literally turn kind-hearted, loving people against them because they no longer want their boot on their necks. "We the People" out here will, when pushed far enough, bring the torches and pitchforks. There are more of those people than rich people have bullets.

Luigi got a terrorism charge, not because he killed a man. He got it because of who he killed and that the result wasn't as negative as those in power demanded and the bullshit terrorist charge is simply the rich man's way of saying "We can't be having you kill one of us rich elites and we'll have to make an example of you."

Sadly, nothing heroic is likely to transpire from Luigi's actions. Americans forget shit very fast, all the time. They're conditioned to it. I find myself fighting against that sort of forgetfulness all the time. It's why I read books on history, and if history is anything to go by, one of two things is going to happen this year in the USA.

ONE: All hell is going to break loose and the US will have ended its existence as a sovereign nation, or

TWO: Fuck-all nothing.

You know all of those 2nd Amendment fanatics who sit out in the woods having firearm fantasies about saving the world from tyrannical government while have group circle-jerks at their special camp? Well, decades of looser and looser gun control have been put at their feet so they could DO that, even sacrificing our children in schools and other loved ones out there in movie theaters and other public venues, just so they can have they're ammosexual fantasies. So... Where are they now? An ACTUAL TYRANT, guilty of grape, theft, grifting, stealing secret gov. documents and officially convicted of 34 felony charges is about to have round two in making 'Murica a hateful, divided shithole. Are the Gun Nuts coming to save us? Don't be stupid. Of course they're not. If ANYTHING, they'd be trying to pucker up enough to be able to kiss dipshit-donny's ass nice and deep. We're talking some serious colon cleaners here. We DO know that they're going to feel more embolden than they did on Jan 6 and that a LOT or people are likely to die. That's not the use of violence to solve a problem; that's them using violence in order to keep the problems going and they goddamn know it.

In the end, while I seriously don't condone violence, I cannot condemn outright since that's sometimes the only way to solve the problems dropped on us by a government that has betrayed you on one side of the aisle while the other side continues to take corporate cash to do nothing about it. While my heart is adamantly against violence, history has shown us all, repeatedly, that sometimes, as a measure of last resort, when the rich and powerful have left "We the People" with nothing to work with or to survive off of, gets the job done.

There are far more of us 'common folk' than there are rich people, and they forget, constantly, that they need "WE" more than we need "THEM". NOBODY with a conscience felt remotely sad when Luigi put 3 well-labelled slugs into a total tyrant. Boo-fucking-hoo; he had kids and blah, blah, blah... So did a lot of the people he consciously and willingly MURDRERED with his business practices just so he could have... money.

[officeobject]

Toy things I hate, no order (besides usual stuff like lack of diversity, prices, quality, etc).

1. Toys that RELY on their gimmick. It's gonna be SO MUCH FUN ... then what? It's probably not impressive on its own, and what do you do with the used crap you're probably gonna waste?! You probably can't even experience it again, so you better HOPE it even worked THE FIRST TIME!

2. Toys that need something to work. Like, if it only unlocks some bonus features, I guess it's fine, but otherwise, 90% of the time, whatever's extra, is gonna be LOST, and the toy can barely be a toy without it!

3. Those toys you don't know the purpose of. Why the fuck is the puppy having its pacifier while wrapped in a blanket?! What's the point of making it a puppy if it acts like a human baby?! Whoever buys these must not ACTUALLY like puppies - oh, wait, could be a furry, nevermind.

4. The lack of non-curvy dolls. At least with PINKIE COOPER, it's not noticeable unless you pass God's test and ACTUALLY undress the dolls - like, look, I just want a doll with an average height, who is thin, and NOT curvy! Like, my body PARTIALLY looks like my real self, and as far as my real self goes, I do be looking like that, and I wanna feel pretty - WITHOUT, having to compare myself to dogs or see myself as one (which is also what non-furries want - not that the haters make that at all easy) -

5. Toys that aren't actually meant for the thing they're meant for. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "you can't put slime in the clothes you are encouraged to put slime in (without it getting moldy)?! AND HOW CAN I NOT USE THIS AS A WATER TOY WHEN IT HAS A WATER-FEATURE?! WHAT THE FECK CAN I USE?!

6. When the pose does the OPPOSITE of giving play-factor. I've played with the fricking McDonalds Rio birds mostly FINE (I got them second-hand many years ago), and it's so easy to re-use molds or make uncreative poses ... FECKING SHLEICH BIRDS SOMETIMES -

7. When the age-rating is dumb. Like, when it's "3-7" instead of "3+" - like, unless it's recommended ages, SHUT -

8. When it can't stand on its own, and also can't stand on its own due to no stand. Like, the feck do I do - SPEND MORE MONEY?!

I had to cut this list short :( .

[omgwhatchloe]

if i read another fanfic and see someone make sean say “feck” the entire time im going to loose my FUCKING MIND. LETS GET ONE THING STRAIGHT. SEAN’S ACCENT DOES NOT HAVE HIM PRONOUNCE FUCK AS “FECK”. HE SAYS FUCK.

ok, im gunna calm down. but. it makes me so mad when people dont even try to get his accent right, not to mention he is mostly the only one who has his words changed in dialogue to fit his “accent”, which they didnt even get right in the first place, in fanfics. and what the fuck is up with the constant use of these -> ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ on the end of his everyword?? or even in the middle of them?? it makes it unreadable, so please just write it normally. i promise we know what sean’s voice sounds like.

anyway, back to the use of ‘feck’ i understand using it once or twice because that is an actual word replacing fuck, but can we please remember that sean does say “fuck” in his accent, not constantly “feck” AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON “FOOK” PLEASE. THAT ONE IS JUST IGNORANCE.

so yeah, some people with irish/northen irish accent do use the word feck, like my dad from antrim, but its important to remember just because sean is irish, it does not at all mean he does. because, correct me if im wrong, in the game he doesnt. sorry, we’re going around in circles, arent we? lets end this with: when writing sean, dont be ignorant, write his pronunciation right.

and that is another rant i must apologise for.

[whosxafraid]

Working For A Living...

starter request from @ronmanmob

It's cold. He can feel the concept of it along his skin. An echo of the ghost he knows hangs upon his counterpart. The idea of human things. Things like being bothered by something so mundane like the temperature. But it is a reality they've had to learn to sense. Learn to tell when its coming and---

A brush of finger tips against the backs of others, and the sensation is shaken out. Pushed down and ignored. Because they don't have time for that. Can't afford the tremors that cease with the clenching of the other's fist.

. M'foine. operational. S'leveling i'self out. Le's jus' get t'is done.

It comes across in a language no one understands but each other. One that wasn't written into their programing. Something new. Something they put in place themselves by nothing more than will power. And it wasn't that big of a deal right? Civilians do it all the time. Hu--

A touch much in the same way as he delivered his a moment before, off color yellow and green slides up from the walkway. Settles on the sign hanging above the stream of people.

. T'Double R, feck's t'R for anyway?

. "S'd'owner, Lors. We know d'at already."

. Feck off.

The smallest roll of his eyes, as he ushered Lorcan inside the so named pub. A pub they frequent when they need...things. Some place to pick up work without a lot of questions being asked. And while they're fairly certain the usual underboss that provides them with work and payment for it knows...they nor he have brought it up. And so they have continued this works for meds relationship. But that doesn't mean they aren't always and forever on guard. Something that is perhaps obvious to the trained eye when they step into the establishment that has kept more than just a roof over their heads.

Two pair of eyes that scan the entirety of the place within a half second. Run each patron through facial recognition, because Luka's not half bad behind the keyboard and maybe he found them a back door into the local PD's data base. But the access is hardly used to dig up secrets unless you pay them. Mostly its just to ensure they can pick the city's goons out from potential customers. Because its never going to be a good day when you get on one of those detectives radars. They've got zero chill.

. Dunna see him.

. "Same."

And that bodes ill. Makes Luka's ear twitch and his counterparts nose itch. They can't wait another day. They need a job and more importantly the payment from doing that job quickly and efficiently. So they move in perfect sync through the hazy atmosphere that smoke and neon lights create. Hoods kept up though they remove their masks. The owner doesn't allow them and for good reason. And they aren't here to cause trouble, so they'll abide the rule. Mostly because he doesn't mind them keeping their hoods up. Or at least that's what The Double R's usual man in charge told them.

A glance exchanged between them as they find space at the furthest end of the bar. Purposeful because they've got a view of the entire place and only the bathroom to worry about being at their back. And they wait. Eyes set to swivel because yes they can in fact watch two directions at once. And they'll wait as long as they have to. They need that work.

[private-bryan]

Ey up, it's a random WIP Wednesday winging its way out of the shadows.

It's been a while since I've put words to paper, but I've had a little inspiration to revise what I already had, and added a whole new little sidebar in

Her lips quirked as she took him in. Oddly, while her upper one was still mostly coloured a shimmering pink there was scant lipstick left on the bottom. “What the feck is that?” He knew what she was referring to.  One hand left her back and automatically came to press against his own upper lip. He was quite proud of his moustache, even if everyone from Michelle to Mary had taken the piss out of him over it; it had taken a few months to grow in thick, and he’d made sure to keep it neatly trimmed. “Don’t you like it?” She snorted, and he felt a comforting heat well in his chest at the sound; over the years he’d been the recipient of her friendly mocking as often as he’d seen it aimed at others. Oddly, he didn’t feel quite as defensive when she teased him about it. “It makes you look like my Da. It’s weird.” He grinned. “That’s not an insult. Your Da’s class.“ “Yeah, but he’s my Da. And you’re…” She trailed off, cheeks flushing just a bit, and tried to look anywhere but him “Well, you’re you. You’d look more like a ride without the face fuzz.”  That was almost enough to make him dig out his razor and shaving foam there and then.

[cursinglikeasailor]

You know, when you update your mobile and all the notes you saved just disappear! Like the entire fecking thing!!

Probably should be calm and wait for it to return to me. On the verge of a breakdown you stupid update that doesn't look like an update at all! I'll catch these guys who are reading my notes, they are stolen mind you and also not that useful to you anyway but notes are personal!

Listen to me, you "watching and reading mobile morons", give me back my original screen.

Alright, I'll just Google what to do. Thank you for listening to my "how to have a breakdown daily 101".

Tune in to know or not know what the future with its plethora of possibilities has in its store for me and how i react, mostly by breakdowns. Damn that was a spoiler but it's a fun one. See ya!

(breaking down in front of my cat like nonchalant dog)

Fun fact: i was listening to Karma while writing this so, karma will get to you. Probably not in my creative zone today.

[laura-ann-review]

When I was studying, during my second trimester of learning about film editing, one of my assignments was do to do sound design for Barbella. Myself and the only other girl in class, picked the boat/ship scene where Barbella and that dude explore the wind ship. Creating sound for it was kinda interesting... But since than I had wanted to find a copy of this movie and watch it but because it's classed an "old movie" and therefore incredibly hard to find..but I managed to find a DVD copy and here we are.. I like how they did a clever way of it's a woman astronaut, rather than straight up going "tits. Astronaut has tits.", we see her take off her gloves than start to slowly undress. Could they show nipples in the 60s? I thought they classed nudity as scandalous and wouldn't even let a belly button be shown. I love how this is the first future movie that actually wants to save the world rather than be like "feck it, it's earth. We'll save ourselves instead." Besides the outfit, which I can excuse cause I assume the 60s were trying to push boundaries. The sexist thing is men using sex as a reward for saving her life. With this being claimed to be remade with Sydney Sweeney,I can't imagine this being remade now. This is a very 60s at its height of cinema and with sexploitation touch, I can't imagine this being modernly made. The 60s were known for sex and drugs, the 2020s are known for righting wrongs. Even the way this film presents itself, it's using what previous films had at their disposal and almost mirroring key films from that time period, which now may go over many heads. I'm surprised at how well a late 60s movie has held up, the special effects barely show their age and when they do its mostly just a wire here or there. I don't think this film is problematic at all but I can't understand why the studio feels the need to remake, it definitely won't fit into the current climate of now. #barbarella #Barbarellamovie https://www.instagram.com/p/CpBp54WvSlu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stcrforged]

the demon of the forest reflected the other's grin, though the smile on hers lips were wider. the RAZOR-SHARP teeth gleamed in the weak daylight. it was as if the sun had been cursed, to leave this land and never return. an outcast, banned by the dark lord of these lands. would it ever return? to bring life back to the ancient forest? it was something she wondered about during nights when sleep wouldn't come for her. for every day that passed, the longer it took for her to fall asleep and when she finally did, NIGHTMARES usually haunted her. luckily, she was not alone. she had her companion, atlas and then she had met radu. he might be a human, but he was quite alright for not being an animal. " beds are overrated. " as ABSURD as the statement was, it was something ceridwen believed. the whispering wilds, the old and powerful forest, had raised her as its' own child, its' future protector and guardian. leaves, moss and grass. the floor of the woods worked perfectly fine for her. like a fecking charm.

shoulders were raised before lowered, shrugging ever so slightly at the question. " i would say i have been through worse, but that would be a BIG fat lie. " the tiefling hadn't met many through the years. few had the courage to enter her home. she could count how many faces she had seen one her ten long fingers. her childhood consisted mostly of images of her and her master. the villages she had sat her foot in were even fewer. and cities? NEVER seen one. her home, her work, her call was in the wilderness. she hadn't experienced disrespect, fear and loathe until the heavy mist had imprisoned her in this new country. " i can always cast an illusion over meself but i can only do it so many times. " arms were raised and the sound of joints finding their right places ECHOED over their little camp. swinging two heavy axes was hard work, especially if the damned zombies refused to die. " what about you big guy? "

❛ Really, really, ❜ Radu said, a small grin on his face as he did so. Radu, within his reborn state, could not sleep, so the aimless wanderings of others were often seen by him whether they wanted him to know or not. Often he made a point not to call attention to it. Whatever they did during the small hours where only the moon and stars were privy to, then it was none of his business. Yet he could not help but to ask now, eyeing the tiefling he had found himself traveling with throughout the ever-happy country that was...Barovia. It was not hard to notice her mood, Barovia did not elicit the greatest of emotions out of people, nor was it hard to keep quiet about it.

Even her answer was not enough for him to buy it. Not completely, but he was not going to push it any further than she was comfortable with. He sidestepped away from the bear, giving it the space it deserved out of respect, but sat next to her regardless with a low sigh as if undead joints ached after a days long worth of wear. ❛ Yeah? Can't say I'm surprised, this place doesn't exactly offer up the most comfiest atmosphere to sleep in, no matter how good the bed is. ❜ He grinned, a small laugh escaping with a quiet puff of his breath, glancing over at the other with a small shrug of his shoulders.

❛ All right, so aside from sleep, you hanging in there? I'm not the best there is when it comes to Barovia, but I'd be blind if I didn't see how you're treated here, ❜ Radu then said, stretching out long legs as dirtied fingers picked at his hand. If they were going to be traveling together, might as well get to know her a bit more, he reasoned with.

[rise-my-angel]

I put my hair up, got my paints out, painted for 10ish minutes before a seizure hit and now this bitch is laying in bed just ANNOYED

Like I was painting, there was lofi playing, why did you have to do it to me, brain?

[lnky-dreamer]

For: @batteredcourier

Bonus of the "Steak knife" series.

Shape-shifting shit that mostly me and courier will understand, us rn 🤝👫

Songs I listened to while writing this: trash - Oscar lang, so long - fleece, heaven is a night drive - suave punk,

Warnings: kissing, a little bit suggestive, mention of weed usage, weird shape-shifting bs (tell me If I missed any.)

"What? What do you mean you can- oh shit."

Lavina had brushed my hair back with a smile, giving me kisses all over my face with a proud look in her eyes.

"Such a masterpiece you are A ghrá." My face brightens in color.

Leaning downward Lavina would capture my lips into a deep kiss, purely made up of love and adoration for my very being.

She pulls away, leaving me to chase her lips.

She chuckles and smooths my hair over and grabbing my face again with a wide smile, "You do the littlest things and my heart bursts out of my chest."

She'd admit, leaning down to put me in a passionate kiss.

Holding the back of my head and running her fingers through my hair she smiles, placing kisses all over my face down to my neck.

"Lavina-" I would nervously call, and she would look up towards me, her eyes widening.

'Not now, why now of all times?'

Blinking through new eyes I would curse.

'Fuck. FUCK! This wasn't supposed to happen, NOT like this. FUCK.'

"Sal, what wasn't supposed to happen?" Lavina would ask, looking around the room for me.

"Uh. So, uhm." I would mumble.

"Where the feck did you go?-" I would bring up Lavinas hands to her (our) Face, a nervous chuckle escaping me (us).

Placing my (our) hands over the bed I (we) clear my (our) throat, "So, uh. I can, kind of FUSE WITH THE ONES I LOVE? Not like family, like lovers and shit but its MEANT TO HAPPEN AFTER MARRIAGE."

'Adorable, they're nervous.'

"What? What do you mean you can- oh shit." She would lead us to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and cursing.

Instead of her normal appearance she had red eyes, two piercings on the lower lip, one above her eyebrow and ear gauges.

She pokes her tongue out, and sighs in relief when she realizes her own piercing was still in.

Besides that, nothing had changed.

"God I look Fecking hot like this." She would look over our appearance again while messing with the piercings.

Our face would heat up, I slap her hand away with her other hand and let out a hiss, "This isn't the time to admire how we look right now. We have to tell Bob."

Mentally I was freaking out, scenarios of what bad could happen over me 'fusing' (to simplify.) with Lavina.

We inhale.

'What if Bob leaves the relationship?'

Lavina would open the bathroom door and exit.

'What if, what if Lavina starts to hate me for doing this without asking?'

Taking a deep breath in she sighs, "I'm too high for this." She'd mutter under her breath.

'What if-'

Lavina taps the side of her head, bringing me back to her.

"Hey, fusion shit is wild, but I wouldn't leave you over it dude. Plus, while we're like this you're literally speaking to me like..."

She searches for the word.

"Like mind reading! Yeah, I'm sticking with that." I let out a sigh.

She would walk us to Bob, steady cooking in the kitchen.

He would hum a light tune with a smile while cooking a large meal, likely for the date night we had all planned.

Lavina and I took a moment to admire him from the hallway, biting our nail.

'I can't believe I got this lucky with such spectacular people.'

After that thought, her inner dialog became very suggestive.

Forcing us to walk over to Bob before she would act on those thoughts, I call for him.

"Bob!" He would stop humming and acknowledged me by calling out my own name, "Yes Sal?"

We walk over and sit at the Island, waving to Bob from said area Lavina would raise an eyebrow at him swaying his hips to the beat he'd made up in his head.

Bob looks to us, raising a brow.

"When did you get piercings like Sal? Should I be jealous?" He chuckles to himself and leans against the counter, the immaculate smelling food cooking on the stove.

Lavina laughs, "You should be. Maybe they like me more?" Bob raises a brow and looks over Lavina.

I chime from her body, "No, correction. I love you both equally." Bob's eyebrows would raise and he searches her eyes.

Something in his mind would piece together, "SAL???" I sigh, and Lavina laughs.

Wiping away a fake tear she sighs, "took you long enough big guy." I would groan and flick Lavinas ear, she hisses.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR???" This time it was me who laughed.

Bob would stare at us in disbelief, a look of shock flashing over his face.

"Back on topic, I accidentally fused with Lavina." I would look at the Island, avoiding Bob's gaze.

Bob looked ready to throw up, cry and faint at the same time.

"What- How???" Lavina shrugs, "Sal got nervous, likely a part of why it happened. But we need your help." Bob would look at us and put his hands on top of his head.

Lavina would put her hand on our chin, and hum.

Bob would sigh, "Maybe you need an outside force? What were y'all doin' when Sal got nervous?"

She would smile, a proud look crossing her face, "WE were kissing on the bed. Like lovers do." Bob would think further on it, an idea popping into his head.

He hadn't told us a thing before doing it, walking over and grabbing our face.

Leaning down he gives us a deep kiss, smoothing over our hair.

Deepening the kiss, we gasp.

When I had opened my eyes, I was on Lavinas lap, and Bob was holding my hands with a smile.

Lavina would grab my hips and place her head on my shoulder, "He actually did something smart for once." She murmured near my ear.

I would laugh, leaving Bob out of the loop.

"What? What'd the tea lover say?" He would look between us with furrowed eyebrows.

Lavina would laugh as well, filled with mirth and excitement.

Bob would glare at the two of us, "What??? WHAT IS IT???"

Done once more! Writers brick has hit me in the head, I have so many ideas but I don't know how to write them out and it fucking suckssssssssss

I hope you enjoyed this one! I think I did a good job with it, had no idea how to work through it yesterday but I'm glad I figured out how to!

[galaxysharks]

You ever have shower-thoughts at 2am for a fandom you havent touched in like 5 years? In fairness, Teen Titans was my shit for like 13~ years, y'all i literally ran out of fanfic to read, it was bad.

Regardless, i was snooping on the tags for Raven again and found this mini-lecture on the semantics of Hell!Demon vs DimensionalRift!Demon in dc, and the author mentioned how much more powerful Raven's story is if she is considered to be this inherently evil creature that chooses good despite her instincts that literally radiate #badvibes off of her.

And i began to hear the rattling of genius within my mostly deserted skull. So now Everyone must bear witness to my unraveling.

K so Trigon is pretty much established to be less Demon and more so Demon God, right? And has thusly fecked his way through the dimensional void, spawning his little half-demon babies, yeah?

Our boy's got 7 children, each forming the living embodiment of humanities worst traits. (As explained via convenient Western Religious analogies).

1. Pride

2. Sloth

3. Wrath

4. Lust

5. Greed

6. Gluttony

7. Envy ( full disclosure, took me 15 min to remember this one, which is sad and funny all on its own. Sorry not sorry dude )

Now, daddy-dearest wanna rule the universe, but needs a ride to do it, so he picks one of his kids, and boom, sudden Anti-christ, fair enough, demon-gotta-demon. So Trigon looks at his selection and chooses his only daughter, that'd be our girl Raven.

This is where i propose, Trigon Fucked Up, and inadvertently provided Raven with the only circumstances that would allow her to defy him.

With his other children, he clearly has total control of them, and to be fair Rae does have several altering factor that could contribute to her breaking free, Azarath and Azar's teachings included. But i dont think she needed them, i think she would have gone against him anyway.

Raven is mentioned to be his most powerful offspring, go off girl, but more importantly, those Sins up there, Our girl is Pride. Trigon chose Pride to be his portal.

( Which btw is the most typically pseudo-fatherly patriarchal bullshit and i am kind of here for it. :D )

Anyway, it is important that the sins are not just strong characteristics within these guys, the are the living fundamental expressions of these concepts. Nothing will ever alter who they are or how they are at their core.

Pride is the only sin that could have failed the portal.

Wrath, Lust, and Greed can be warped into believing it served their own goals

Sloth cant be bothered to fight it

Gluttony sees it as an expansion to their need to consume everything

Envy would do it just to prevent the others from getting there first

But Pride fundamentally cannot allow itself to submit to another. It has to come out on top, second best or equal share isnt good enough.

Raven has to fight him, because to do anything else is to war with her very nature, which is impossible. She can do good because the Sins are simply flaws, not in of themselves damning.

Admittedly i misspoke earlier, Dc Demons are not inherently Evil, they are inherently Malicious, ( which if youve spent any amount of time with preteens you know are not actually the same. )

Raven directs her darker natured instincts at bad guys and her father, still maintaining her nature as Pride, after all she is the most powerful Titan, raw power wise, and she knows it. Pride is content without constantly having to prove herself becuse she lacks the Envy amd Greed that usually come with excessive pride flaws.

Whats funny is that Trigons plan could have worked, if he simply wanted her to take over in his stead, rather than do it himself. But he was never going to do that because he is also Pride, and all the others too, and to do so is against his very nature.

[annika-thelostlove]

[EDITED]

Just a little rant 🥲

I'm sorry for the delay of part 2 of 'the second time, you chose right'.

My excuse is pretty melodramatic, but I'm currently experiencing heartbreak. I'm alright though, im just very distracted during my waking hours, and when im asleep I dream about him. But I'm sure it's nothing person can't endure.

It's just my idiot bestfriend who has a frequent habbit for falling for pretty girls very quickly, he's done it again. He's met someone, but now shes apparently 'the most beautiful person hes met in real life' (how am i gonna compete with that????😬) This is a problem since I've been in love with him for 4 months now. It's taken me a while to process my own feelings, (and tbh I'm still not quite sure if it would be the wisest choice to pursue something romantic with him anyway)

Were childhood friends, I already love him for long time. Just not in the way where I now imagine us being together when we're old.

Its like a fanfic lol, the idea at least can make me laugh.

Part 2 is already mostly written, it's currently my editing that I haven't been able to bring myself to finish. Edward x reader are so in love, it just burns me a little 😅💔

I really do want to post it soon in the next few days though, wish me luck 🥴🙏

Edit: thanks for waiting! I'm so close to posting, part 2. I'm so sorry for oversharing 😂, it might be done tonight or tomorrow. But I aim for tonight before I lose my momentum again. 😆😆

Also in line to this post, there might be a short Simon Feck fic coming in the future 👀

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

i saw you liked my cookie post and ik that its closed (mostly because so many people liked it that i got overwhelmed adskj) but i will make an exception because i was waiting for you to like it because i had cookies picked out for both jason and atsushi + you

ahem ahem

cookies (that weren't ordered) are ready and have been delievered !!

white tiger for atsushi, sun cookies for jason, and wolf paws for dany !!

(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) *fecking sobs in honor and melts onto the floor*

Ah (⋟﹏⋞) @mxthtea dear you are the sweetest person! I apologize for not seeing it earlier ;;;; clearly my mind was on others things and when I jumped on tumblr it was for short and random intervals that I didn’t see the post 🤧 once I did I was just about to send one in and noticed it was up until the 29th!

I saw the amount and was like wow! 👀✨ congratulations but I can understand how overwhelming it got! 🥺 nevertheless it looked so fun, everyone loves it, and love the little catch phrase! 💜🍪🍪🍪🍪

I am blessed and I truly appreciate you giving me a late order, I sob 😭✨ mi precioso tigre y gentle storm! 🥺 they all look so delicious and lovely! Honestly the tiger cookies? Definitely sold and made by Atsushi to Dany in Panicito!Au 😌 I love them! 🥹 bless you for the time and this ask it’s made my day! 🤍🤍🤍 as you know, I love my two bois very much ✨💜✨

(I’ve been waiting for a plush of Atsushi and am just mad at myself for not getting the door on Friday and have to wait to get him tomorrow 😭)