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Dook and Ozone mayhaps?
can do o7
this has been my first stab at any of the moonrockers & i’m quite happy w/ it! thanks for the request !
#ok time for the notes!#ozone got hit w/ the trans beam bc as a trans dude i just gotta give any (partially) shirtless guy top surgery scars#its the law /lh#also this isnt intended to be ship but idc if people wanna see it as such idk theyd be buddies :)#also making esentially a sticker for dook’s costume symbol was the greatest idea ive ever had djcjdn#ok actual tags now#the rock afire explosion#rockafire#rockafire explosion#rock afire explosion#dook larue#the moonrockers#moonrockers#ozone moonrockers#ozone#:0 my art
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Just got a massive merch haul from my bestie (@regretmeursault) in the mail, and I'm so overwhelmed with happiness ...
First off, got a ton of stickers for my collection, which I refuse to use (/lh). I do have the Ishmael and Heathcliff designs of two of these stickers as charms, but I'm so happy to have most of the stickers (Hellbat took Meursault, of course /lh).
Also so many prints and can badges ... it's hard to see in this image, but the -45 button from @/chikos-workshop is perfection in a badge. Also that Heathcliff photocard in the top left--the one next to the Don Quixote--has had my heart since I first saw it as fanart ... he is so handsome ...
Also these pixel stands ... Ishy is so tiny. Microscopic.
And, last but certainly not least, after 8 months of searching, I finally have ...
... the Telepole Heathcliff bromide from the kuji event last year. I was convinced I'd never get my hands on him, but Hellbat found a listing with him!!
#Hellbat I know you're going to read this post/these tags so know I am hugging you so SO tight as thanks /lh#they literally help me with all kinds of merch things--my collection wouldn't be anything without them#I keep picking up the bromide and gently stroking him ... do you know how warm I am inside right now-- /pos#also I love the Niko photocard ... I had a crush on him you know /lh#I still keep the dynamic he and Sherry had because it helps push the Heathlock romance forward a little hehe ~#ALSO THE ISHY AND DON QUIXOTE PRINTS ARE SO STURDY I LOVE THEMMMM#the Book of Hellbat 🦇#r: remind my heart to beat 💢#c: this'll be wobbly! 🔧#p: one more time‚ let me try to fly 🪶#p: the undoer of wrongs and injustices 🎠#p: writhing in the hellfire of a powerful brush 🔥#p: [Hong Lu tag] 💎#p: your worst sin is you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing 🪓#p: to travel home and see the dawn of my return ❓️#p: awoke from unsettling dreams 🪳#f: my hopes‚ my dreams‚ my inner transformation 🐣#e: e'en hell hath its peculiar laws 🧪#the library's holdings#scattered pages#to tag
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Oh my god, the implication that Peppino didn't use oven mitts when taking the pizza out of the oven-
keep forgetting to answer asks for like. days even though i dont get alot shnjubvhb /nf /nm
i saw a few people have this hc(?) for a while n honestly i love it- guy who has a special night cap when he goes to sleep but does not have oven mittens to prevent getting 3rd degree burns :-,)
poor guy doesnt know what hes gonna do when he runs out of things to treat his hands being. burnt n it only adds to his crushing anxiety-
this also makes me think that christmas is like the best at the pizzeria because gustavo n the others always have the best gifts for peppino even if its basic stuff like an apron or oven mittens or like. actual sets of clothing other than a black shirt and a tank top sjbvhbjb-
gets me thinking about making christmas drawings also........ maaybe (<-- will not rest until there are fun drawings of peppino getting gifts n crying)
#rambling ovar.....#pizza tower#peppino spaghetti#idk can you imagine the amount of gifts gustavo gives peppino#its basically a charity??#“you shouldnt have!!!” peppino as he takes the oven mittens with his burnt ass hands /lh#i feel like every fandom needs at least one Christmas with the gang drawing#its the law#im still struggling with drawing peppinos arms like. wtf#noodle but also not noodle idk
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who broke mutuals w me . . .
#✧ chatting !#helloooo .?? i mean its ok or wtvr but <//3#guys ive lost like three mutuals over break and another today whats going on i literally wasnt doing anything lol /silly#i am also blocked by like half of my mutual in laws now lmao#WIAT JULIET CAME ON KSHWGWUBDHD#speakign of juliet. rnpn waaaahhhhhhhh#it wont release umtil oct 13 literally so devastating#ant.hos is so everytbjgn to me. release songs faster please /lh
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I love padaobi’s gay little padawan haircut you guys are so mean to him >:(
It suits him so well it makes him look boyish and uniform (he is very boyish and VERY uniform) and I love his stupid ponytail and braid combo he is so cute and sweet just the way he is
#‘qui gon gave him that haircut as a punishment’ NOOOOOOOO ITS TRADITION AND ITS CUTE#IM SO SERIOUS 😭#this is /lh#BUT STILL#like dont get me wrong I LOVE the Alex Law haircut but#the padawan style just fits him so wonderfully#hes so puppy I love him hes my girlfriend#padawan obi wan#obi wan kenobi#star wars#wife tag
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your sona singing isotope with glitchy is like therapy in the literal sense. pa mi que el glitchy apenas viene alguien a su jueguito quebrado ya se lo quiere agarrar a puños pero con terapia y cariño se arregla
alsoporfsporfaponelcoverenelyotusdigoquiendijoeso
He's like an injured cat rescued from the streets, he's gonna snap at you easily but eventually he warms up and becomes your friend✨ (maybe even a very loyal one bc he's been alone & used for so long that he secretly longs for friendship he snaps at the player but also please don't leave whosaidthat)
Un momento. Computer, enhance 👁
Vaya vaya 🅱aya mira quien se ha decidio a ser honesto. No tenias más que pedirlo mi amigo Nero. Anything for you :^] (momento equis de)
#/lh btw AJKSFNJKA i shall do it :] 👑✨ shakes your hand#<- being Normalcore about Glitchy by puteandote a little bit (como muestra de afecto ☝👑❤)#i like big bro mikey he's become a lovely in-law 🤝 love that thing. the ripe malewife#you likin the lil wip made me remember. i got a cover of perfume w/ s!3v3n & my sona (as a joke)- it's the opposite of soothing AHAHAHJGDS#he sounds like he's struggling to sound Normal and Calm its so funnie to me. anyway#ask#4rachnophilia
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I spec bio'ed Ultraman from Ultraman:Rising for fun (part 1)
the actual file I've written (and still writing) is now far over 2k words, so I desided to break it down to a series of posts so that it would be easier to digest, but if you don't want to wait for me to get them one by one out you can just go and read that long ass file yourself/lh
I understand that the film wasn't meant to be looked into on this level, at the end of the day this is just fan speculative biology, not an official theory, nor is it law, if you find a scientific inaccuracy i'll gladly hear you out in the comments to this post. but essentially what i'm doing here is having fun in my own silly little way :]
I've done some research into ultra physiology and some things didn't make sense to me, partially because there are more than one iteration all with their own worldbuilding, but I'll do my best to try and piece them all together without losing the source material too much.
[updated ultra Kenji design]
(The rest under cut) vvv
fact no.1
ultras are aliens and before they were ultras they were humans (or humanoids, or human-like, i'd like to believe so and i will do you one better).
not going to spoil much but something happened, and they were forced to build this thing called the ultra-spark to keep their civilization going, and the ultra-spark turned them all into giants, ultras.
fact no.2
the weapons ultraman uses (those buzzsaws thingies, shields, beams and glowing fists) are made out of something called spacium energy, positive running through the right side of ultraman’s body and negative running through the left, with the spacium beam appearing when he connects those energies by crossing his arms.
fact no.3
Ultraman himself is made of spacium energy and its presence is vital for him to exist. the ultra-spark is what gave and gives the ultra species spacium energy, ultras can also produce it on their own using other types of energy (solar energy on earth for example) but are not as efficient as the source material, hence why on earth ultraman’s energy runs out quicker then it would for example in space where energy is more abundant.
What is spacium wasn't completely clear to me, what I understood was that Ultraman has it (I think it was his skin that was made out of spacium?) and uses it to convert solar energy into spacium energy.
I think spacium is meant to be an original element. and from what a mutual kindly told me (thank you @bazookaboi!!) its atomic number is 133. very very unstable in natural environments and extremely radioactive, so with all due respect allow me to ignore that entirely and let it remain a mystery for everyone’s sake.
fact no.4
ultras as a culture have a very strong sense of justice and moral code. (and I guess very emotionally intelligent? empathetic? but i'm not sure about this part ;-;)
Now let us finally start with the Ultra spec bio:
i'll start from the less obvious half for my own sake, you may skip this part if you're here just for Kenji’s human part (which i won't blame you for the designers cooked with this one) but just so you know there would be parts you won't be able to understand.
general ultra spec bio: physiology and body structure (my favorite part):
Do ultras breathe? was my first question and my answer would be, i don't think so.
down to the cellular level cells use oxygen in order to generate chemical energy that comes in the form of ATP, out of glucose and oxygen with ATP and CO2 as the outcome. (The difference between animal and plant cells is how they get their glucose.)
Now ultras don't seem to eat, and why would they? and breathing is not necessary since they already get the energy they need from spacium converting outside energy into spacium energy, on the outside there’s the spacium, and on the inside there’s the spacium energy just running around. it can be let out in certain areas of the body, but essentially this energy is all held together by the ultra’s skin (also probably why ultras have no openings on their body, so there wouldn't be a leakage of their life soup).
An ultra's internal structure is unknown, or at least I haven't been able to find anything on the matter, but in the movie both Kenji and his dad get injured, which means that there is something to be damaged.
i really like how the film handles injury actually, it shows explicitly the consequences of a serious injury and how it can sometimes be a life changing thing. It has a blatant effect long or short term and I need someone to analyze it more in depth. I know someone will eventually.
part 1
All the people who wanted this, i call thee.
next, part 2
@wtf-a-psychoanalysis @fantasma-espacial @spuuks-s @theviewer @whimsicalloser @m1lf-hunter-69
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Platonic Ghostbusters x social media manager! Reader?
oooo hell yeah!! ; thanks for requesting and I hope u enjoy :)
GHOSTBUSTERS ; social media manager
summary ; you run the official ghostbusters social media platforms
warnings ; language
word count ; 746
masterlist
Podcast wanted to run the official Ghostbuster social media's but was quickly turned down at that. They needed someone who could actually be on top of that kind of stuff and whatnot. So, Stanz made a deal with Podcast that they'd get a social media manager, and he could act as their teammate with that, basically. Giving them ideas, giving them video clips and extra details, etcetera.
Most of the others didn't see a real reason for a social media manager, but as long as it wasn't their money.
Trevor offered to just do everything himself, but that was obviously turned down as well. The teens all agreed not to let the adults run the account either. They didn't need millennial - Gen X / Boomer humor flooding the whole account and making them look bad.
And that's where you came in.
surprisingly, Pheobe was the one to find you. she's seriously the most chronically offline person ever so the fact she ever opened Instagram was a miracle in itself
lots of talking back and forth and meeting the original four three ghostbusters to get input, then meeting callie & garry and the teenagers
you actually figured out that you used to be friends with Lucky as well, damn
you had managed social media accounts before, but you'd recently quit a few of those because of labor laws being broken so, yknow
you quickly formed a bond with Lucky, Trevor, and Podcast. you were kind of close in age to all three of them and they were all invested in the public image for the brand
setting the Instagram up was genuinely the funnest thing ever
the four of you were chilling in the living room in the firehouse (since sleepover stuff, pheobe was in her room reading) and you had your laptop in your lap and the three of them over your shoulders
the amount of laughing and cackling got some scolding from callie upstairs
it took everything out of you to not make the first post a video of trevor being soaked in Slimer's slime (which had been recorded by Lucky just by coincidence as they were investigating the attic again)
the first three posts, which were pinned, all lined up to be like a banner kind of logo with the theme song in the back, and they all played the same video, clips of the og ghostbusters and how they grew and then the new ghostbusters
the tiktok is its own thing, you allowed trev, lucky, podcast (and pheobe) to run it, but everything had to be ran by you first because pr shit
but thankfully no boomer humor or slang is ever being put on those accounts
most of those people don't even know wtf the internet is anyways lol
stanz has a personal vendetta against you /hj after you posted a .5 of him for relatable promo. he had no idea what you were doing but it was criminal that you made his forehead look so much more bigger than it already was
Winston gives you a bunch of old pics to post to trending angst sounds as well LOL
let's not talk about that tiktok where you, lucky, and trevor dance to/remake submissive and breedable by smosh ft bbno$, okay?
^podcast and pheobe were behind the camera cackling the whole time
lots of random pic posts on the insta as well because why not (most of them are the teens looking awkward, callie, gary & lars trying to look like cool scientists, or venkman, stanz, zeddemore & melnitz being classic, sassy old people)
the socials are never professional whatsoever, it's fun but it's not heavily controversial or obvious that you're there as a pr manager basically or just to manage the socials
like man they don't have the time to look at all the comments, take all the advice, reply to fans, etc
I mean that wage ain't that bad either LMAO
trevor is always bitching about how you make more money than he does /lh
you're not just a representative to them, you're actually family. you're just cool like that
"bro y/n is such a mc I hate them" and you'll reply on your personal w a "says you, reality shifter" or smthn LMAO idfk
always reposting ghostbuster edits / fanart etc because fandom culture 🙏
also I can't get over the fact the ghostbuster theme song is canon now either. yk damn well that shit is plastered everywhere thanks to you 💀
"do the ghostbusters respond??" "stanz said he loves your dog" "HELP HSEIJDLAKE"
10/10 experience
#lowkeyrobin#ghostbusters frozen empire#ghostbusters afterlife#ghostbusters x reader#ghostbusters#trevor spengler x reader#pheobe spengler x reader#trevor spengler#pheobe spengler#podcast x reader#lucky domingo x reader#lucky domingo#podcast#gn reader#gender neutral reader#they/them reader#gn!reader
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ames you are COOKING (or should i say, planting???lol) SO HARD with the flower language prompts, 😭💖💞💖💞✨✨am really out here sobbing and crying over them like im watering these flowers with my Tears lol
so here i am requesting for these prompts: rosemary, begonia, pink camellia, dark crimson rose, purple hyacinth, blue salvia, zinnia
i picked these based on your initial tag about Maleficia and zinnia flower,,,, I SEE THE VISION so im requesting it now lol but also picked on prompts that reminded of Meleanor and Malleus,,, 😭i think therapy bills should be forwarded to Draconias instead, istg all they ever do is be in grief and loss /lh😭
if its too many, please feel free to choose whichever prompt you like and take your time in writing !! ☺️💞🌹✨✨
Ohhh I did my best here I promise LMAOOO. I tied in some easter eggs with other works i've done (namely Monody, Stasis, and Labours Gained). I hope you enjoy my absolute monstrous dump about Maleficia, whom I will die on a hill for tyvm
EMPTY CHAIRS
Inc: Maleficia, Meleanor, Levan, Lilia, Malleus (whole gang wow) WC: 4.2k :))) Warnings: Just some death, but I swear it ends on a happy note this time. Flowers: Begonia (How ghosts help the living live a little), Pink Camellia (Where I notice your absence the most), Dark Crimson Rose (The grave I visit everyday), Purple Hyacinth (The worst pain of my whole life and how it healed… multiple times) , Zinnia (The seats at the table and how they eventually became empty… multiple times) Summary: Moments where Maleficia was convinced her family was cursed, and a few times she truly wished this to not be the case.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
Their family may be cursed.
For many decades now Maleficia had toyed with the possibility of such a matter in her mind. It had first passed briefly with the death of her father—the second monarch to take over after the initial uprising—and the subsequent death of her mother a few weeks later. No one was surprised when she went. Her grief for the loss of her love had been so profound that it had flooded Briar Nation, drowning both cattle and crops in her dismay. Maleficia had postponed her own coronation as the cleanup occurred. It felt ill-boding to be crowned while bodies were floating down the mountain pass.
The thought had returned once more when her husband vanished at sea, leaving her with a newborn hatchling on her own. Her love had been a strong headed man with adventure burning in his blood—it had been what drew her to him to begin with. That, and he was the only ex-sailor she knew who was bold enough to try and hold her for ransom. Wiping the deck with him had captured his heart—and the fact that he had been a dragon settled the Senate to a degree. But the sea is a fickle mistress, and although her love had skill and he had drive, even the most knowledgeable of sailors can never predict its next move.
She had not flooded Briar Nation like her mother had, and she had held herself together before her people, although the empty space in her bed and at the dinner table deepened the wound nightly. It was in the quiet moments alone when it was just her and Meleanor that she felt his absence the strongest.
In the beginning she loathed him for leaving her. Whenever she cradled their daughter as the hatchling shrieked and protested, blowing flame, and biting for flesh, she loathed him. Whenever she dealt with the Senate or another disaster befalling the Nation, she loathed him.
But when Meleanor learned to fly, learned to run, and shifted into her two-legged form for the first time, the hatred began to fade. Because although he had vanished into the mists on a voyage destined to fail, he had left her with the greatest treasure she could ever have—and for that alone she could hold no ill will.
Perhaps this sentimentality is why when Meleanor dragged a thin, sickly-looking bat into the halls of Black Scale, Maleficia heard her out.
“Please let him stay!” The princess had asked, green eyes wide as she grasped her mother’s skirts. “Please, mother!”
The other child had shrunk behind Meleanor, but shadows could not hide the burning defiance in the boy's eyes—a gaze of confrontation, and one that nothing truly innocent should hold. This is why she lacked the heart to say no. She quietly hoped that Lilia, as she would name him, would be the one to slay whatever reaper was following them—that the burning anger she had seen would ignite a fire that would cleanse the family of its suffocating misery.
With the presence of Meleanor, Lilia, and eventually Levan, the silent table Maleficia had sat at for so long soon became a place of raucous conversation again. Although she found herself scolding the three children more than once (especially Levan for his non-subtle attempts at discarding food), the lingering warmth she would feel as she gazed at the trio made her confident that this family curse was on the bend.
Naturally, it didn’t last.
The first time she heard of the Silver Owls, Meleanor was 200 years old and more focused on warding off suitors than an unmarked ship. Maleficia had allowed her daughter to indulge by instead consulting with an advisor alone in the dark of her office. The concern lingering in the advisor's words would grow to haunt her.
“Perhaps it is temporary?” She posited, trying her best to remain optimistic on the matter. Plenty of people came and went from Cape Sunrise. A single unmarked ship with a few scraggly sailor’s was not something she felt the need to stress over. The advisor seemed doubtful on the matter.
“But they have tools. Items designed to dig up our soil,” they had insisted, but Maleficia dismissed the concerns with a wave and a blase response.
“Let them try. They will not be able to break the first layer of our land.”
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The first one to leave the table had been Levan. There were many soldiers and nobles who vanished before he did but, selfishly, he was the first one that Maleficia really felt the absence of. Levan had grown up from a non-confrontational child to her son-in-law, a general of the princess and a father to the future heir. His compassion had not faded despite the years of war that now tore the Nation apart. Maleficia knew this by the way she came across him one night, cradling his egg so gently while murmuring against its shell.
When he had noticed her, he had not corrected himself; if anything, he held the egg even closer. They had not exchanged too many words that night, but she sat next to him on the bench in the gardens, the silence speaking volume of her support to his decisions.
“You will return.” It was not a question—it was a demand. Her voice held the authority of a queen who had seen many, many losses in her long life. Levan had remained silent for a moment longer as his lips brushed against the shell of her grandson's egg.
“Always,” was the promise he made, and the last words Maleficia heard from him. When they didn’t receive notice for several days after he left, the conclusion was drawn that he was either dead, or the closest one could be to it. Meleanor held herself well in lieu of this information, as had Maleficia.
But the empty seat felt an ill omen.
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The next one to leave the table had been Meleanor. When she was younger, she used to rest her head on Maleficia’s lap as her mother had fixed her hair. She would ramble on about her day and what she got up to with the two boys in the nonsensical fashion that many children do. Maleficia had listened with amusement, although her mind had always been half-focused on what she needed to do for her meetings the next day.
The regret of not giving Meleanor her full, undivided attention sunk in deep when she felt her daughter’s magic cut off. The bond in their family was intrinsically woven to allow them to get a sense of whether the other members were still alive. If asked, Maleficia might say it’s something of a dragon trait. Most of the time it served to be a blessing to allow her to know her family is alive and well.
When it cut off mid-emergency meeting, the abruptness had been so profound that she nearly collapsed then and there. Her breath had hitched, her words stuttering to a stop as she stared wide-eyed at the Senate members surrounding her. At first, she hoped it was simply a fluke—a disruption in the magic—until she didn’t feel it return and the horrible, tar-like panic of a mother when her child goes missing welled up in her heart. She was tearing out of the room before any of the Senate members even had a chance to speak, screaming for her guards and her soldiers to tell her what was going on at Wild Rose.
Her daughter, who spent her childhood running through the forests and laughing in the face of suitors. Her daughter, whose hair she would braid and then re-braid again when the girl somehow got burs in it. Her daughter, who was set to become a mother herself and experience all the precious moments Maleficia had.
Her daughter, whose body wasn’t even recovered at the end of it all.
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The final one to leave the table was Lilia. In wake of the princesses passing, Malleus’ egg was put in the cradle tower, and Maleficia was designated to spirit him into hatching. She felt the faint connection of their magic from within the thick shell that guarded his body. His warmth, the subtle movements he made; they were all indicators that he was still alive and well despite his tumultuous arrival.
But Maleficia didn’t know if he would oblige. Hatchlings often needed the love of both parents to be shepherded forward—and Maleficia, now over eight hundred years old, already felt the strain of her magic from the conflicts going on in her Nation. There was no doubt that she held love for her grandson—but a lingering fear that her love wouldn’t be enough burned in her mind. This is what made her turn to Lilia, to send him on his quest around the world to try and find an additional means to bring the young prince forward.
For the first few decades, it worked well. Maleficia held the egg on a nightly basis and poured as much of her love and magic into it as she could. The egg consumed it all in a greedy fashion, demanding more every time she returned to the tower. One would think that Malleus was starving within by the way he pulled, and tore, and ripped at her powers to fuel his own development.
Then he ceased feeding. She recalls the first night it happened; everything had been going well, until the connection was suddenly severed, and the green glow within the egg dulled back into a faint tint of color. Maleficia had initially dismissed it as a one-off event. Until it happened again, and again, and again.
There’s a curious sense of panic that fills someone when they do everything they can to no avail. The panic she felt came in the form of a privatized breakdown in the tower. For many decades now Maleficia had toyed with the possibility of a curse in her mind. Now, she was beginning to consider that it was not her family who was cursed, but rather just herself.
First it came for her father, and her mother shortly after. Then, when it grew hungry again, it ate through her husband and that of her daughters. Then it came for Meleanor herself, and now whatever reaper followed them was looming over her shoulder as she held Malleus’ egg and begged him to take something.
Pleas fell from the lips of a monarch as she rocked the egg, stroked its shell so softly, whispering to just eat a little more, just take a little more. But the egg had remained as cold and aloof as it had for several nights now. Her desperation mounted in an order to Baul to summon Lilia back—to slay whatever reaper was following them before it pried the last of her bloodline from her hands.
Her hopes of his role as the vanquisher of death came in an explosive hatching that she was informed of after it occurred. When she requested for Lilia to be brought to Black Scale to be reinstated in his role in his efforts, the Senate had then informed her that Lilia Vanrouge would never step foot in the capital again.
And so, in a span of mere moments, the final seat was emptied—and Maleficia found herself alone once more.
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Grandchildren are the best reminders of the beauty and innocence of childhood.
When Malleus was first brought to her after he hatched, she didn’t want to touch him. The purple hue of his stomach and the way his green gaze darted around, drinking in the new world he emerged to, reminded her so much of Meleanor that she wanted to laugh at the cruel irony. The hurt that smouldered in her heart ignited back into a flame that found her turning a cold shoulder to the hatchling.
“Go clean him. He has amniotic fluid all over.” She remembers ordering, voice deceptively calm for the turmoil happening within. The wet nurse that was hired obliged as the hatchling shrieked and protested the frequently changing environment around him. His cries made Maleficia clench her jaw tighter as she stared resolutely at the battle plans drawn before her, her hands gripping the table enough to turn her knuckles white.
A few times she went to him in the beginning. The encounters lasted only as long as Maleficia could tolerate seeing how similar he looked to Meleanor before she would depart and leave him in the care of his wet nurse once more. Guilt fought with anger in her heart about the circumstances that she found herself in and her inability to overcome them. She could feel the ghost of her daughter chastising her in the corner for being so cowardly in her approach.
The breakthrough arrived when Malleus became ill. Grieves—a fever-like condition that affected fae children in particular—resulted in Maleficia sitting with her grandson one night as the exhausted wet nurse was excused for a long overdue break. She held him on her lap in the dark as his small form fought his fever, whispering how the stars that looked down from above were the eyes of the people who loved him, keeping him safe in this world. Her voice had cracked as she spoke, and it was only when a small whine left him did she realize she was hugging him tight to her body.
“I am so sorry,” she had choked out, unsure if the apology was for the hold she had or the neglect she had given so far. “Please forgive me.”
Malleus had twisted in her arms, small wings fluttering before he settled himself down and began to doze. He had already forgotten what upset him to begin with. She wished it would always be that way—but she knew that was nothing but a vague hope.
She loathed Meleanor for leaving. Whenever she cradled Malleus as the hatchling threw his tantrums, blowing flame, and biting for flesh as all children seem to do, she loathed her. Whenever she dealt with another part of the war or signed another treaty alone, she loathed her.
But when Malleus scrambled onto her lap mid-Senate meeting, chased after courtiers, and flew for the first time (admittedly, into a flock of pigeons), Maleficia loved her. Because although like her father she had vanished in an ill-fated decision, she had left a small reminder that she was never truly gone. Maleficia could comfort Malleus, could see the ghost of his mother in his clever little eyes, and for that alone she could hold no ill will.
Meleanor’s death had proved to be far worse than anything else—but her gift of the small dragon in her lap felt like the first steps towards recovery again. So, she had kissed between his horns that night and promised to herself that she would do all that she could to give him a future free of the misery that plagued their family thus far.
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In the aftermath, she spent time with him whenever she could. Via dinners, via having him sit in on meetings, via walks in the gardens—whenever she could, she would be there. However, despite her newfound presence changing some things for the better, she remained unable to quell the curiosity that burned in her grandson's mind.
She found him in the mausoleum once. He was standing on the toes of his mother with his small hand touching her stone-carved face. Maleficia had not been to the mausoleum since the boy hatched so many years ago. The raw memories still stirred in her heart and seeing him look up at his mother with such a gaze of innocent adoration did nothing but unsettle her more.
When he noticed her, his face had lit up into a smile as he hopped back down and pointed up to one of the other statues. “This is grandfather?”
Maleficia’s gaze slid to where he was pointing. A strong jaw, a dangerous glint in stone-etched eyes, and a faint smirk painted the picture of the man she had once loved and held so dearly many years ago. Maleficia nodded. Malleus, taking this as encouragement, then ran back to the other statue he had been touching with his small hands.
“And this is mother?”
Again, Maleficia nodded. The painful similarities between Malleus and his mother were more apparent when they were side to side. If Maleficia were to squint, she could mistake Malleus as a younger Meleanor: the same horns, same hair length, even the same streak of mischief that got both into so much trouble.
Malleus had hummed thoughtfully before stepping down again. “Do you miss them?”
A deceptively innocent question. Of course she missed them. All she had left of her family was one grandson and three empty coffins: a husband at sea, a daughter in the hands of humans, and a son-in-law somewhere in the moors. “I do,” she offered back. “I miss them greatly.”
Malleus had asked her why, then. Children like him were filled with innocence and wonder about the world. He had no knowledge of the bodies that were lost, or the tragedies that had predicated his birth. Her reply did nothing but fuel an unease in the boy, for moments after she offered it, he ran back to her and threw his small arms around her waist.
When he hugged her, he clung with a ferocity that was baffling for his size. Her hands rested on his head and stroked his hair soothingly as she had done with Meleanor many times before she guided him away from the tombs and the memory of family he never met.
She should visit them more often now.
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She rediscovers that there’s a privilege in watching someone grow. Lilia’s gradual return into their lives helps ease the stress of raising a child again in her older age, which is partially why she turns a blind eye every time Malleus slips out of the palace to visit the man. She’s honoured to observe in a more passive manner the way her grandson changes and grows as a person. She watches him go from spiteful towards humans to more amiable with the arrival of Lilia’s adopted son. As he grows before her eyes, she begins to see less of Meleanor and Levan in his features and more of just Malleus—the quiet, albeit arrogant, boy that was hers.
Time goes by faster as she ages alongside him. One moment he’s clinging to her skirts, and the next he’s off to NRC, and then finally, 178 years have passed like the blink of an eye. She used to bemoan how slow time was—and now she wishes it to ease off a bit.
She’s sitting in the gazebo in the gardens for reprieve, a novel in hand as the screaming of insects choruses a song for her amusement. The aroma of flowers surrounds her and for a moment she feels utter peace in the world. The summer is ending and there are no celebrations or events to concern herself with. For the first time in what feels like eons, Maleficia Draconia can breathe.
The sound of someone approaching puts a pause in this.
She lowers her book to peer over at whoever is coming, hoping silently it isn’t an advisor or a courtier seeking out an audience on the sly. Fortunately, the sight of two horns and a scowling face turning the corner nullifies this as she turns back to her book.
“Finally decided to see the sun?” She muses as she hears him stepping onto the gazebo platform. She waits for his response, but only comes to feel surprised when Malleus kneels by where she sits and does something that he hasn’t done in a long time now—he places his head in her lap. At his age, his body is too tall now to really kneel efficiently at her side, but by the gods does the boy try as he hits his head right down. Her hand comes up on instinct to brush strands of his dark hair behind his ear as he looks over the gardens, his shoulders tense with stress.
They’re silent for a moment, listening to the sounds of screaming insects from beyond before Malleus speaks.
“The gardens look atrocious.”
Maleficia raises an eyebrow as she lowers her book to look at where he’s staring. Her hand continues to stroke his head soothingly as she huffs a soft laugh. “Our groundskeepers are going for a more ‘untamed’ look this season.”
“I have counted twenty-six thistles in the minute I have been here.” Malleus shoots back as his hand comes to rest by his face. “It’s late in the season. They might be growing lazy.”
“Nonsense. You know how hard working they are. You spent ample amounts of time with them when you were younger.” She fails to hide the smile teasing on her lips with this comment. Malleus’ temper tantrums had landed him in more than enough problems in his youth. Problems which were often rectified by a gentle lesson of how hard it is to fix up his messes—garden destruction included.
Malleus deigns her with a unprincely snort in response. They fall back into a warm silence as she keeps her hand on his head and returns her attention to her book. She knows that something is on his mind, but she retains her silence both to give him an opportunity to speak, and to enjoy the moment that they’re having. In the privacy of the garden, they can get away with this rare display of familial affection.
She feels him sigh as his eyes flutter close before he speaks up. “Do you ever feel… unease?”
“Unease?” She hums quietly as she turns a page. “On many occasions I have, yes. Unease tends to go hand in hand with some of the things I have dealt with.”
She knows he doesn’t mean in the sense of his royal duties. Malleus is an unusually quiet and introverted boy—but she had noticed him being more so the past week as summer began to inch towards its end. He opens his eyes and sighs again before withdrawing to sit back on his knees.
Maleficia wisely closes her book and sets it down before affixing him with as stern of a look as she can muster without chuckling. “Sighing and moping in the corners does little to aid me in providing advice.”
Malleus’ gaze goes upwards to stare at the ceiling of the gazebo before his expression drops to a pout. “I am feeling reluctant to return to NRC.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
Maleficia quietly reaches her hand out to brush his bangs back from his forehead, revealing the scale pattern beneath. Malleus’ eyes flutter shut at the gesture as his pout remains present.
“Three years have passed now, and I have yet to feel included in the school environment. Spending my days with those I already know from here hardly feels like an efficient use of time.” His jaw clenches. “Every effort I make to form any sort of connection to others feels like it’s a pointless endeavour at this rate.”
“Malleus, you must be patient with these things. It takes time for people to warm up to the likes of us. You must simply continue being yourself, and the right people will make the effort to get to know you. I understand it may seem upsetting right now, but you must simply keep trying your best.” A faint smile touches her lips despite the worry gnawing at her heart. She wishes she could do more, but she also understands that these are things he must figure out himself. “You’re going to this school to gain new experiences and see the world beyond our little Valley without the Senate looming over you. Things will work out in the end.”
Malleus’ body seems to relax at her words as he opens his eyes again. His expression eases to his usual neutral look as he nods slightly. “... yes, I suppose you are correct.”
“I often am.” She pinches his cheek lightly, causing the scowl to immediately return to his face as he jerks to avoid her grasp, making her laugh in turn. “Besides, are you not excited to see Lilia, Silver, and Sebek more often again? Well. More often than you do already.”
A pointed look has him averting her gaze as she picks her book up again. His demeanour reminds her of Meleanor, but the similarities no longer ache when she considers them. This was Malleus—her grandson, not his mother, nor his father—and she was eager to see the person he was still destined to become. “Now, you should be packing, should you not? We don’t need the crisis we had last year where we were all hunting down books for you last minute.”
Malleus groans softly before rising to his feet and brushing his pants off. He presses a brief kiss to her forehead, coaxing another smile from her lips before he pulls away.
“Yes, grandmother,” he grumbles with all the moodiness of an embarrassed teenage boy, and Maleficia can’t help but feel happiness at seeing it. Cursed or not, she will continue to enjoy these moments of joy as long as she may have them.
#twst#twst fanfiction#maleficia draconia#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#meleanor draconia#levan draconia#40 min spent on deciding a header alone#'hey amy she hasnt even been in the game yet' and?#listen maleficia may be 0% in-game but she is 100% in my brain thank u#obviously some flexibility with the facts here idk who malleus' grandpa is or what maleficias thoughts were during malleus' upbringing#but AAAAAAA listen... her.#lian i hope i did u proud i even made it a happy ending LMAO
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Gaty!! didja get any intresting information from the "exitors" ??
- 🍁Maple Anon
[OOG IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAD TO PROCESS TPOT 11 WHEN IT CAME OUT IM STILL ON AN AUTISM HIGH FROM IT]
ALRIGHT!! I've gotten what I can from the EXITors and compiled all of my notes, it's time for me to show my findings on!!
The EXIT!
So what IS the EXIT?
The best thing I can gather having not been there myself, is that it's an extra-dimensional space that exists within Four. Whenever something is eaten (or... in Four's words "zooped") by Four, they shrink down to accompany the initial "space" of Four's mouth, AKA the only place in his body that is closest to following the laws of Physics... Once you enter that door, things get WAY stranger....
I should also preface that we don't know for sure if every algebralien has such a space, as we have only observed these in Four, who seems to have far more power, or at least.... he decides to use far more power than other algebraliens... It's entirely possible that Four is the only one who has the ability to house a space like this!
LAYER ZERO: The Entrance
Diagram legend:
Four's mouth, one of the entrances to the EXIT. Appears much, MUCH higher up once anything enters Layer 0. This diagram does not show the true depth of how far the floor is from Four's mouth.
Four's OTHER mouth. His main tool of contestant transportation when contestants get eliminated... It's not very visible at all, you'd have to pull back Four's mane to even see it, and even then it's also invisible from the other side!
Skin?? Layer?? Honestly I don't know what makes up algebralien skin aside from the fact that in Four's case it acts as the catalyst for the initial "shrinkage" of anything that enters the space... It also seems to give Four a weakness to fire!
The EXIT door... The entrance to the rabbit-hole...
Strange trees. I don't fully know why these growths populate this area and beyond, as they don't seem to have any sensing function such as taste buds or stomach cilia, but I believe they were the first creations Four practiced on when constructing his inner world... he does think about himself quite often.
LAYER ONE: The Classrooms
Starting with a simple algebra classroom, Layer One is a seemingly endless collection of rooms down a long, winding network of hallways that range from other typical classrooms, to portals to areas outside of the EXIT, and even strange, nonsensical collections of things that are.. well... according to Pencil, "don't deserve a description"...
This layer was the only one accessible to the EXITors for months on end before Liy decided to take a peek behind the curtain... Since I believe the EXIT's vast characteristics were created from personal aspects of Four, it makes me think of just how much Four keeps hidden away about himself... Why does he like school so much??
LAYER TWO: The Fourest
Feeling claustrophobic? Take a trip to the scenic and expansive Fourest! I consider this a bit of a "hub" of the EXIT, as it seems like the most widespread place to put different entrances to other, deeper areas, as well as, of course, the pathway out...
Compared to the classroom, this area is the most "organic" in terms of literally being comprised of Four... The classrooms themselves contain a percent of material created from his own body, but it seems a lot has been taken from outside and placed within... This area, however, is pretty much all him. its thanks to this area that I was able to take some small samples stuck to the EXITors clothing.. and i am SO excited to study it! Ahh!!
LAYER THREE: Below...?
[can you tell this is when mod's hand started to get tired/lh]
The descriptions I got from Match, Liy, and Stapy were pretty... odd... to say the least for this wacky pocket dimension, and its certainly where my knowledge of the EXIT seems to come to a close, as the closest the EXITors got to any deeper level was this strange little castle full of even stranger secrets.... You must admit, Four might be cruel but he has an eye for architecture!
Out of the other layers, this one seems to be a combination of both Four material and outside material, making me wonder if this is where Four keeps his best kept secrets or... maybe even his insecurities?
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
Oh yeah... I heard about this... thing that some of the EXITors encountered... From what I know it seems to be simply another part of Four rather than a thinking creature of its own, but it's certainly hard to say!
I'd like to give a thank-you to Pencil, Match, Stapy, Liy, David, and 8-Ball for your contributions to my research!!
...and an apology to Bracelety, Dora, and Firey Jr for er... bringing up such a frustrating and-- well... traumatic event for this information--
...While I must admit I don't enjoy the fact that the EXIT left these fellow contestants a pretty awful impression of algebraliens, I really am glad we have them back!!
PHEW!!! Now that I have most of my information on the EXIT finally on here, time to get back to some of the other questions I got!!
#this took me so lo n g i hope yall enhoy ourhtidgg#xfohv#tpot#asks#tpot 11#bfb four#tpot gaty#gaty tpot#the exitors#bfdi#osc#osc community#osc art#object show fanart#algebraliens#algebralien
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awkward looking animatic i kind of speedran
ill put the cws in the tags but ill also put them here just in case ^_^
//blood, corpse, also possible mild flash warning, i left one flame blank at is way more jarring than i intended anyway i made this in like 5 hours it is not the best quality b nice to me/lh
my script under cut, as well as AWESOME FACTS FIRE EMOJI
(the script is like, annoyingly tall)
Run from their pity - matthias finds the house of usher after WITNISSING the house of usher and he's like. um! what the fuck! (im not entirely sure how he finds the gw books, but he does) from responsibility - something something. he figures out portals and loses his humanity or whatever Run from the country - he goes and looks 4 adam and run from the city - adam finds him can run from the law - matthias climbs into jekylls laboratory through the window I can run from myself - oops! hydes already drinking arsenic I can run from my life - carmilla is fucking bleeding out! I can run into debt - hi dracula. he's just talking. matthias is exploring the library I can run from it all - jim shoots a man! I can run 'til I'm gone - jim tells matthias about how he shot a man! I can run for the office and run for my cause - matthias finds winston and is like 'hey man lets get the fuck out' I can run using every last ounce of energy - matthias crisis cuz he still feels some crushing guilt I cannot, I cannot -matthias is like. oh yeah that guilt is probably how im the sole survivor of the usher thing! tee hee! /j I cannot run from my family - transition 2 the end of house of usher when matthias finishes reading the tale and oh shit madeline is here They're hiding inside of me - madeline starts fucking killing roderick but also not really? its. its complicated corpses on ice - they die Come in if you like but just don't tell my family - even FURTHER flashback, roderick and matthias r talking a few nights before, roderick tells matthias about how he's probably going to die and why They'd never forgive me - matthias doesnt fucking believe him but he's trying to be nice about it because he's also pretty sure roderick is gonna kick it soon they'd say that I'm crazy - self explanatory
the book matthias reads at the start is the first book fall of the house of usher was published in, in 1840 i believe?
hyde has a green shadow behind him because of the line 'run from myself' and.. yknow,
matthias has a glass of blood 4 carmilla, he hadn't expected her to be literally dying when he got there
jim, when he's killing a man, has a dagger in his shoulder and is holding that pistol wrong. realistically he would probably be losing his arm here - or at least, being more seriously injured than he already is. or dead. i reread ti recently, he SHOULD be dead by now.
matthias is wearing a top hat when he meets winston, since they are slightly thematic in 1984
fun fact: im very proud of that hair animation
after that transition is where it gets really late at night when im drawing this and i start to go. LET ME GO TO BED PLEASE. so the quality rapidly decreases
if for some reason u read all of this, heres some roderick and matthias art i did for goretober a few nights ago ^_^
the roderick design is not at all accurate to my hc i just used it for simplicities sake. this mostly on one layer, including the lineart, btw :3
#gwotnlh#blood#dead body#wound#chonny jash#<that one wasnt a cw i just forgot to put that tag there#cj gw#hyde art#suicide#<< this one is 4 hyde drinking the arsenic
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Okay so just doing this so I remember
My silly little internet/found family!
My wife
@unfunnyaceartist is my beautiful amazing wonderful wife, one of the best people you will ever meet, talented and smart and should really check out her stuff
(#Ace my love #Ace my wife #Ace my beloved #my wife #my wife ♥️ #funny wife #funny wife mention)
LITERALLY SO FUCKING AMAZING I COULD GO ON FOR PARAGRAPHS AND PARAGRAPHS ABOUT HER AND I HAVE BUT I DONT WANNA TAKE UP TOO MUCH POST SOACE- basically in general she’s so cool and has such good art and myhshshsjns I love my wife can you tell?
Siblings
@lilithloves-you my somewhat annoying but rlly I care about her older sister whom I know irl
(#It’s just Lilith being stupid)
They’re an amazing person which you should check out, they like to do art and story stuff, they’re a really great friend.
@pink-pkmn-trainer one of my little sisters of while I love dearly, and we look a bit similar with being people with horns and a fluffy tail! Silly resemblance
(Pinkky trainer) <- may change in the future
I don’t talk much with them, but they’re really cool and all, they’re a nice person and really talented in traditional and I literally LOVE their art style.
@yunfox00 my little fox sister whom is vibing, she’s chilling, she’s my bright pink fox sibling and Foxxine is so nice and caring :>
(#Fox sister)
She’s so cool! She’s my cool little sibling who is vibing :> amazing little sister who should have MORE CONFIDENCE IN THEMSELF also holy shit they’re so cool and can do really cool tweening.
@dia-smthidk I met them through their au and stuff but they’re really a great person even if most the time they’re a sarcastic bastard/aff/silly/lh they’re a silly enby/trans person and I would 10/10 put their sona’s face on a giraffe again
(#Hallucination buddy)
Has a cool au! Really good at digital art! Really good at tweening! Fun personality! Dia is literally awesome and talented, along with being a great person in general— like aside from one miscommunication I don’t think I’ve genuinely had an argument with em
@moshieee THEYRE MY TWIN WE LITERALLY VIBE ON SUCH A DEEP LEVEL ITS LIKE WTF I’ve literally guessed some shit so accurately from them and they’re literally so great and shhsnsAASHSHSJ
(#Goop buddy / #Goop buddies)
I met them through their tadc au and I really look up to them for so many reasons! They’re really creative and have such amazing characters and beings and we literally combined lore for our sonas because we unintentionally aligned so much, I love rambling with them, even if I haven’t talked much recently, but I still love talking with them and others and just know they’re REALLY good at what they do and everything sbshsn
@vexation-816 a silly/aff lil guy, he’s like a lil brother to me :>
(#my toony little brother)
Got a great singing voice, and he’s very versed in a toony sort of art style! He’s real good with traditional art and even if he’s a lil slow (had to search up what estrogen meant) he’s still out little guy and jokes aside, he is very smart
@neptunestoast they’re a really cool person whom I met through mafia sona stuff- but I enjoy talking to outside of that and all, they’re really sweet and snhsjsk
(#Tosty Blob)
They’re my cat/silly Jokes aside their stuff is AWESOME like OML it’s so good people plz go look at their stuff like their art and story stuff and oh my god it’s shshjs
Children
@acreepylittleguy I vaguely know them and they seem pretty cool— my wife adopted them, so now they’re somewhat my child! Silly lil guy/aff
(tag still needs to be made/needs to be remembered)
Yet again ANOTHER very talented artist, go check em out
@thepomniplush I met them really just through my wife ace and finding out they’re my child, I don’t see them often, but they seem sweet from what I can tell
(My plushy child)
My plushy child whom has been vibing around here and it’s nice to see them every now and again :>
In laws
@thisiswasabis is married platonically to my dear little sister Foxxine- and they’re really cool, you should check them out
(#thesis was a Abis)
They have a really cool series! Also their art is awesome, they have really cool characters and are really sweet! I met them through their work but I stayed because they’re fun. You should, if you can, send them commissions because they’re going through a bit of a time right now!
@chaos-ace name twin to my beloved wife Ace! Fun lil guy to chill with
(#Ace of the chaos variety)
I met them through the mafia au I unintentionally started- they’re pretty nice! They have some fun Sona aus and they’re just vibing, very chaotic in a /pos way
Questionable where they are in family
@candy-ac3 I don’t talk to them that much recently but they’re really nice and have AMAZING ideas for their own stories such as ‘Others’, and they have a really good art style in my opinion
(…their username changed recently so I gotta work on that-)
Just know they’re super nice and have good art so I can confidently say that if you did commission them, it would be good :> Do they count as a name twin with my wife? I think? But I’m putting them in this category just in case ♥️
@bixell-pixell sigghhjhh even if you use gen alpha humor and language, you’re still like family to me like a silly older cousin or somethin
(#bi-pixell 💃)
Literally so fucking great at 3D mixing and digital art like BRO I AM JEALOUS— despite using gen alpha language, they are definitely a fun person to be around trust
@gummy-axolotl I met them through them being a little simp and all for a character I enjoy, they’re really cool and their art style is so idk how to explain it it looks squishy and I love it
(#Gummy of the not bear variety)
AAAAAAA I BARELY TALK WITH THEM BUT THEYRE SO SWEET SHSHSJSJJSHSJSHS literally such a nice person and they’re also such a. Proud person as well they’re so cool
@nightmaretherabbit I mostly met them through Fnaf stuff and Chase/Chaos ace, and even if u don’t see them often, they’re really cool and nice!
(tag still needs to be made/needs to be remembered)
A rare but pleasant sight to see on my blog/dash! They have some really good art and they’re pretty nice in general :> most the times I see them they’re asking how others are abhshsjsbsnsnsnm and they’re so nicee
@tailsbot98761 THEYRE SO NICEEEEEE like they’re literally someone who would platonically kiss you (if you’re comfy with that) or latch onto you and be nice
(tag still needs to be made/needs to be remembered)
I don’t see much of their art and such recently, but I know they’re really nice in general and so fucking sweet like shsbs they even used to go on as an anon #fox anon and would be so sweet to me shsjsbhshs
@anxiouschoco RSAAHHHHHH I MET THEM THROUGH MY WIFE ACE and they’re literally so sweet and talented and sbsgsnan they’re so niceeee and when I have talked with them they’ve been an absolutely DELIGHTFUL person
(#Count coco)
Has such good digital and traditional art and holy shit their animations look so good and sgstvvsvsvb I haven’t talked to many of these people really but they’re so GREAT and you should definitely check them out fr
@ner5y no choice 🫵 you are family now and shillyyyy
(tag still needs to be made/needs to be remembered)
EXTREMELY FUCKING TALENTED DEAR LORD go check him out, they have amazing art and they make such good comics for stuff they like andbbsnsnsgs I don’t interact with them much publicly but like GOOOOO CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF
@theautumnaldemon I haven’t talked much to them recently but like AAAAAA fun person who it’s nice to see on my dash ♥️ silly little gay person
(tag still needs to be made/needs to be remembered)
COOL ART COOL STORIES COOL STUFF I haven’t been able to check up much in their blog for their hyperfixatjons but regardless I love seeing them because silly autumn friend. I still remember when you were a cat. You cannot escape/silly
Hurgh I have more friends I would add to this post but like I DONT WANNA CLAIM THEYRE LIKE FOUND FAMILY TO ME IF THEY DONT KNOW THAT—
Also I’m like half asleep so I’ll add more when I remember stuff
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hi yes its the Law is at dick hight anon again
i have found your nsfw twitter
ok i think thats all the clarification i need
PLEASE????? 🥺 /lh
I got chu boo, I swear I'll do it in some form I'LL TRY MY BEST
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May I ask, why BreezeIvy? They're very, very related, right? I mean, in the Warriors universe inc*st is inevitable most of the times, but it's one thing for the Erin's to pair up obviously related characters, and another thing for fans to pair up obviously related characters (especially if it's not non-canon) There is a whole prophecy about Ivypool being related to the three, who are half-siblings with Breezepelt, right? Unless this is an AU were they're not related? /lh No hate, I love your work, but I'm just curious!
they have no family members in common, actually, as far as blood relation goes. ivypool and breezepelt are in-laws at most, and even then leaf and crow are not together anymore. their trees do not cross over more than that, its reasonable for these two to not see one another as family even distantly
i prefer to avoid pairing up characters that are explicitly cousins in some way that its important for them to be related plot-wise (which is why as much as i like the concept of fernivy i had to nuke it for my rewrite) but i dont think this is one of those instances. i'd call it a loophole but that sounds terrible LOL
i understand being iffy about it though, its a messy tree and all, so its not gonna be for everyone. honestly i dont ship it as much as the rest i drew, it was just a funny idea i saw someone else do and thought it had some silly potential
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I love Payjay........ here is why I........ love....... It.....
I think......... for me personally it all started in season 1 (with some things that happened) (temporarily) (shhhhh no deviantart mentioning) because I was a bombjay fan and it was OVER for me. I don't really care about Bomb x OJ anymore, but when the alliance was over I CRIED. Maybe OJ was a bit in the wrong for breaking off the WHOLE alliance, but he did meet his gay boyfriend. I am only semi-mad at him for doing that now. Aquatic Conflict is probably my favorite season 1 episode, just because it's the first one where they really interact with each other, OJ expresses his gratitude for Paper, even wondering why he got out so early. After this, they clearly grow closer!! OJ is shown to be worried about Paper when the stuff with his ev/l self occurs!! Sure maybe it's the bare minimum BUT FOR AN OBJECT SHOW IN THE EARLY 2010S, ITS EVERYTHING. They were clearly very important to each other!! OJ even gets mad at TACO who I'm pretty sure (correct me if I'm wrong) had NOTHING to do with Papers elimination. OJ even talks about winning FOR HIM. Season 2 doesn't share much, but in Everythings A-OJ. OJ trusts him enough to be his lawyer. I'm unaware if objects can get..... law degrees... Though considering the fact MePad (and maybe Toilet?) were representing MePhone in court: I don't think any of them are qualified. I'm sure there was someone else OJ knew that could properly defend someone, but considering the line-up: probably not. In the first episode of S2 as well, Paper is the only one to mention OJs death, and is the only one to tell him they wouldn't be in the second season. OJ though, is fine with it, because they can hang out :)
There is no payjay in season 3.
none
So many times I've heard "they're just best friends!!" and YEAH!! MARRY YOUR BEST FRIEND IF YOU WANT!! I think they're just great. they're married to me, they're happily married and run the hotel. yea. ok I'm sleep deprived. I need to stop payjay posting at 4 am. hi mods. hi sky.hi Baxter. hi oliver. hi pink heart one I don't know the name of. ok bye
payjay propaganda
🍊🫕
:( i dont get a hi? /lh -🗄️
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well um... if it makes ppl feel better realistically itll be difficult for ppl to want to work with him what with the whole labour law violations thing. even if its not getting shut down its been a sinking ship for a WHILE since that whole mess.
(also yall dont lose hope keep manifesting and we may get a slutsmp revival /lh)
Manifesting an empty roster for qsmp 2‼️🙏
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