#my incoherent rambling

[spookyllamatree]

The way Aziraphale says hello is so joyful? Benevolent? Kind? I can't help smiling every time he says hello, it's so sweet.

[chiricat]

ryomina demons are winning

[arcane-gold]

my pookie bear <3333

[ramshitposts]

so obsessed with 12 he only interacted with queer women (and nardole) and then regenerated into a queer woman like wth was that

[silliestofdragonets]

hc jonny d'ville eats the weirdest shit for funsies. Not necessarily weird food combos, but straight up humanly unconsumable objects (wires, plastic, colorful bugs, ect). He's eaten a whole roll of butter paper. Just cause he could.

I think it starts off as morbid curiosity when he's first mechanized to test out the limits of his body. Later on, he just does it cause he can. Or for shock value. Does it end up with him dead 85% of the time? Maybe.

His crewmates chase after him, yelling "WHAT'S THAT IN YOUR MOUTH. SPIT IT OUT!!!!" for the first millennium or so, but later on start making bets with him on it. Hey I bet this colorful alien bug will kill you in under two hours. Yes I'll give you my share of the booze if it doesn't. Raphaella has a bunch of journals detected to the things he's eaten and their effects.

[bunnyreaper]

john price is nothing without his girl.

(18+/mdni, f!reader, daddy kink (but no ageplay), dom/sub, legal age gap)

john never realised just what being a daddy could mean until he met you. he'd hesitated so much about starting a relationship with someone so much younger, but your sparkling doe eyes, darling personality, and schoolgirl-like crush on him were too much to resist.

you were mature beyond your years, having adapted to a world that wasn't so kind, and you could easily hold your own in any part of life--but you didn't really want to, and you were sick of pretending. john didn't want you to, john could provide the solace you needed--a space for both of you to be your true selves.

he's always been a caring, kind, and protective lover, but you send all his instincts into overdrive--especially since you never resist them. despite everything you are, you blush when he opens doors for you, carries something heavy for you, always says 'ladies first'. every time he treats you like you're something delicate, you let yourself be cradled in his safe hands, and that feeling of being responsible for you in every way is just so fucking addictive to him. once he's had a taste of being your guiding light, he just can't let it go.

he's your big, strong protector too, always there to watch over you--an ever present hand on the back of your neck as you walk around town, or his sudden appearance if someone is making you uncomfortable. god fucking forbid anyone tries to come to close to you.

he easily picks you up and cradles you whenever you crave his cuddles, or he's carrying you to the bedroom to have his way with you. you've never felt as safe as you do in his arms, and he encourages your addiction to his touch--whether it's just his soothing strokes through your hair or the feeling of his cock making its home inside you.

everything he does is in service of you, just as everything you do honours him. he treasures the gift of your submission, and knows the way he earns such a privilege is by fulfilling your every need, as you always do the same for him. you compliment each other so naturally, he leads, you follow. he commands and you obey, because you know in your soul he only ever has your best interests at heart.

but at his core, he would do anything for you. this man is not afraid to fall to his knees to help you put on your shoes, would shield you from the rain if it meant keeping you dry, get his knuckles bloody and bruised if it meant keeping yours so delicate and clean.

it's strange how he can feel such an affinity to a name that isn't really his, and yet when daddy leaves your lips, it calls out to him like anything else. when he calls you his, you've never felt more like you belong.

[brushes-of-sage]

I find it hilarious how BNHA Stage Play Shigaraki is just venting about his issues while holding Midoriya like the stress toy or like Jake Gyllenhaal swinging around a ferret 😂

[soni-dragon]

“and what if who and what i am is going to get you killed?”

+ ramblings :)

[sapphicseasapphire]

Thank you for one year!!!

On September 25th, 2023, I posted the original character sheets for the Chain as Cryptids au. It had been a brainworm for much longer than that, but one year ago today, I mustered up the courage to share my silly little ideas. And I think that might have been the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Over the course of this past year, I have found so much joy in these little guys. Looking back at the oldest CAC posts, I’m really proud of how my art has improved, I feel more comfortable sharing my stories, and I have made some of my closest friends. So to everyone who’s stuck around for this year and everyone that’s come more recently, thank you so much for allowing me to create! This has meant the world to me.

I will be taking CAC art requests to celibrate, but I’m going to be very real with you guys- Echoes of Wisdom comes out tomorrow. Please be patient with me if it takes me a while to draw haha. I fully intend to be sucked headfirst into that game!

So if you have a request, please send it in an ask so I can respond to it directly! I’ll pick as many as I can and I’ll draw them as soon as I have the time!

[glitterghost]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like there is a particular kind of sadness (or loneliness, if you will) that ace/aro folk feel.

[spookyllamatree]

One of my most favourite things is Crowley's black fingernails in fan art. I didn't know how much I needed it until I saw it.

Thanks fan artists!

[ketchup-the-kid]

you know he would say that to splinter

[deanofsam]

for me it’s not really about the sex. it’s about the smiles and the laughter the unshed tears in their eyes the white knuckle gripping of each other bc they’re all that they have left and they’re the only ones who can possibly understand each other. it’s about their lives being more intertwined than any two people’s have any right to be, it’s about how they want and they want and they want, but they don’t know exactly what they want from each other, not really, they just know they want to be close (need to be close), side by side, they don’t even need to be touching necessarily, though they do, just have the reassurance that they could if they needed to, it’s their inescapable codependency with each other, it’s the long searching gazes, it’s the silent don’t leave me don’t leave me in the clench of a jaw, stuffed down and unsaid because it’s something that can’t be said, not with them, it’s the looking away when the feelings of love-ache-want become too overwhelming and threaten to bubble up out of their chest and spill out all over the inside of their stupid car, it’s about losing their minds whenever the other is threatened and throwing all their principles and morality to the wayside until they’re safe and together again, it’s about knowing each other in the small things it’s about doing anything for each other in the big things, it’s about there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you, it’s about dying for each other over and over, it’s about their lives being empty without the other even when everything else about their life is better, it’s about dean and sam and sam and dean and all that they mean to each other. and yeah. sometimes it’s also about the sex

[redeemed-wren]

The holy trinity is an internally incoherent concept. Say what you will about Muslims and Mormons, but at least they have an internally coherent view of god.

It's a good thing that God is a being of greater understanding than man then! Sometimes I'm not able to fully wrap my head around a concept but God knows a lot more than I do, so I'll just trust him

[applestorms]

“together we can stand with L.”

“together we can surpass L.”

it’s no wonder he ends up so insecure by the time of C-KIRA. how could he be exactly like L— when every other L has ended up dead, buried in the ruins of their own egos and obsessions? when he’s missing his other half, his better half, the part of him that would’ve allowed them to surpass their original? who even is the entity of Near without those who created him, hid him, needed him, hated him? the weight of legacies and the weight of grief are two sides of the same coin here— baseless, god-killing hubris and love for the ones you miss, who saved you and resented you and left you behind. your life was protected just long enough to ensure that you could mourn the ones who left you so that your life was protected. he protected you. now you’re left behind.

you outlive them. all of them. and then you kill the false god, too.

yet still, the responsibility hangs heavy over your head, the weight of the dead the new sword on your shoulder. you were groomed for the salvation of a humanity you will never meet. you will never be human yourself. your role was formed out of desire, and yet you were chosen due to your lack of it. you won because of your lack of it. your life is not a life, and yet still, you keep winning. L was once a role created out of desire, stolen out of obsession, and protected with a repressed regret. there was once another half to you that felt nothing but desire, yawning hunger you never had.

but he’s not around anymore. none of them are.

so maybe your grand prize all along was only the chance to finally lose.

[everlusts]

thinking about how their bond transcends time, space, and destiny—soulmates tethered to each other. except they’re also walking two different paths that cannot overlap, always standing on opposite sides. but she still craves him, because he made her feel so deeply the way she hasn’t felt in centuries. the love she feels for him isn’t just tainted by the knowledge of his true identity; it’s torn apart by the fact that, even now, she still sees halbrand within him and she can only live in constant denial. maybe he sees the darkness lying dormant within her, the unspoken desires she barely acknowledges herself—and it terrifies her that he, of all people, is the one who understands them

and then he’s this fucked up lunatic. meets her when he’s been stripped of everything. he’s so drawn to her and it’s suddenly a romcom filled with crazy sexual tension she is the one person who could have pulled him from the shadows, the reflection of what he might have been in another life—someone who drew him toward the light. but that is still never quite enough to make him leave the darkness behind

she forever chooses good. he is entrenched in his depravity. and yet they both live haunted by this choice of never experiencing again what they felt in those few moments when he was just halbrand and she was just galadriel. just them on the raft. this ‘love’ festers like a wound that will never heal, reminding them of what could have been but never will be

now every time they face each other they’re faced with feelings that neither of them expected to develop and it’s a sore point for both and they can’t erase that intimacy and they’re both frustrated because why not

& for him it has turned into if you can’t have me in your heart the way i desire then i will have you in the only twisted way i know how to which. wow. woah.