#not that it'll stop me XD

[capn-twitchery]

twitch makes 1000x more sense when i remember they only got out of the cage gardens like. 5< years ago. they do not have 40 years of life experiences. they still have to fuck around and find out

they're at the equivalent stage of when you just Did Shit as a kid to see what happens bc you don't know what happens yet. the stage where you should be gently guided to not stick your fingers into electrical outlets. except twitch is an adult so nobody is stopping them

[thehusbandoden]

Just caught up with your poetry @vawilcox. You are an amazing poet my dearest friend, as your number one support in every and anything...

I'm gonna bite your toes off if you ever stop writing. You've been warned.

[rosetintedgunman]

jim (either one in particular or them as a team!) + electric type?

Send me ANY M.arkiplier C.inematic Universe and a type, and I'll make them a team and be a nerd about it! (Accepting)

Not saying that I am a genius, but I am genius for this one.

I imagine Reporter Jim and Cameraman Jim as a doubles team, where they have three Pokemon each.

Naturally, paying homage to the joke of infinite Jims, the twins use Pika-clones (but not the Pikachu line). The first three - underlined in blue - are the reporter's, and are the more offensive. The second three - underlined in green - are the cameraman's, and play more supportive roles.

Plusle and Minun are obvious for their ability and theme, but did you know Dedenne also gets Plus as an ability? Pawmot is a proper fighter, and the Revival Blessing can add a 'breaking news' style twist to a battle. Pachirisu is great for being a distraction and disruptor. After all, one was used to win the Worlds Championship a few years ago! Morpeko has two 'modes', possibly reflecting how Cameraman Jim is more shy compared to his brother, and how the potential for being more outgoing is under the surface somewhat. Compared to the rest of his team, this could be considered a 'wild card'.

[weirdnerdygoat]

my girlfriend officially knows my tumblr now, so she'll know about my alterhumanity very soon XD

If you're reading this like 1) you're really amazing 2) if you have any questions about stuff feel free to ask me! It'll be nice to have someone irl know

Like this is as good a way to tell you as any, i identify as a ✨feral goat✨ and it's very complicated:3 most of my goat stuff is on my alterhuman blog, which is linked in my introduction thingy and liiiike yeah feel free to ask any questions XD

[ourceliumnetwork]

me: completes a drawing it's taken me 3 weeks to get through also me: has at least one ongoing fiber art project and several writing projects

my brain: WE SHOULD MAKE BRAND NEW THINGS WITH THE YARN YOU WEREN'T GOING TO TOUCH UNTIL YOU FINISHED YOUR CURRENT PROJECTS.

me: can't argue with that

[theaccursedninth]

@mafiarebelled wishes to face the Accursed.

Malekith froze. Someone was following him. He could hear it, the delicate tap tap of feet against softened earth. Almost inaudible to the human ear (at least those prone to distraction) but he wasn't quite human now, was he? Far from it, although since regenerating, it was difficult to tell at a glance. At least, so he'd learned from living among them for the past couple of years. How mind-numbingly simple they were. He'd forgotten how much.

The Accursed's step slowed to a halt. He slid his hand into his lapel. Then, just as suddenly, he leaped back, brandishing a knife that glistened white under the moon.

"Who are you," he growled, dark eyes staring at a silhouetted figure. "Answer me, and I may yet spare your life."

[hrhprincerichard]

Had there been any sign of concern about how he'd done Richard would have answered differently. Would have offered reassurance if needed. It was unpolished but as far as first blow jobs go it was good. Made even better by the fact that it was Grant and Grant wanted him to be his first. But there's no sign of any concern in that grin on Grant's face. “Definitely adequate,” is what he decides to answer, his own grin matching Grant's. Richard doesn't stop himself from scooping Grant up into his arms, pulling him close into his chest. He wants to touch as much of Grant as he can manage. But there's one place specifically he wants to touch again. Richard rolls them over so that Grant is now pinned to the mattress. He can't resist kissing Grant again. It's deep and hard, full of longing and need. Intense and maybe even a little messy as he moves his mouth off Grant's lips to his throat.

Richard hasn't forgotten Grant stopped his own orgasm to give him one. Or that he was so intent on giving Richard a blow job, even swallowing on his first time. He wants to make Grant's orgasm good. And he's confident in his ability to do just that. Richard kisses his way down Grant's body, excitement buzzing under his skin as he makes his way down. He grins when he gets Grant fully naked finally. The amount of time he's spent thinking about this cock. It's not at all disappointing. Richard runs his tongue along the underside of it from the base right up to the tip. Before getting on with it he slings one of Grant's legs over his shoulder, lightly stroking his thigh. Then with a cheeky wink and a grin he dives in. He swallows Grant down, maintaining eye contact as he does. This is not his first time so it doesn't take too long to get into a rhythm with it. Richard moves on of his hands to gently cup Grant's balls. As much as he liked the silence because it came from his dick in Grant's mouth, he likes hearing Grant while he works his dick over with his mouth and tongue. Just like he enjoys the feel of it in his mouth. This feels like a long time coming, like everything else tonight. But the payoff has been worth the wait with this too.

Grant watches, mesmerized, as Richard reacts to what he’s doing. Here, in the dim light of his dorm room behind a locked door, with Richard spread out beneath him, Grant can admit to himself that he’s maybe a little bit in awe of how Richard arches up off the mattress, at hearing his sweet, posh voice reciting an impressive litany of profanities to the ceiling like a poem. He’s living for it, watching Richard come undone, letting him be whatever he needs to be while he’s alone with Grant behind a locked door. If he could smile at Richard’s warning that he’s close he would. Instead his just keeps his eyes on Richard and maintains his pace and the motion of his head and mouth as best as he can, because taking his mouth off of Richard before he comes isn’t even an option he’s considered for a second. Grant wants to feel Richard coming undone in his mouth. Wants to taste him. He’s rewarded with another wave of profanities from Richard that sounds like poetry, something someone should set to music so Richard can play it on the piano with those long fingers. But just for Grant's listening. He watches with rapt, delighted attention as Richard comes completely undone under his mouth, into his mouth. Gorgeous.

Grant really wants to be smooth about it, but he coughs a little as he swallows, and he’s very aware there’s some cum dripping down his lip. But it’s hard to worry about how smooth he looked finishing Richard off when Richard surprises him by hauling him right up to his mouth and kissing Grant hungrily. Grant responds happily in kind, surprisingly turned on by how into it Richard is. Grant has been with girls who didn’t like kissing after he went down on them and girls who didn’t mind it, but Richard seems to revel in it, kissing him deeply, comprehensively, like he wants to taste every last inch of himself in Grant’s mouth. It occurs to him to make a comment about narcissism, but that’s not what comes out when he finally has to take a break between kisses and rest his head on the pillow next to Richard’s to catch his breath for a moment. “Not awful?” Is what asks instead, a pleased grin pulling at his lips.

[peekofhistory]

How to Make Guqin

Posting some of the steps to making a Guqin here. These aren't all the steps, but just a few that I've learned since arriving at the workshop :D

The teacher asked me today if I preferred making or playing the Guqin and I must say...playing is a lot less taxing physically xDD Between the carving, shaving, sanding, painting + lacquer allergy risk this entire process is quite demanding on the body. With this job you def don't need a gym membership xD

Carving The Guqin is hollow between the top and bottom board so we need to carve out all the wood in the centre. If you purchase a factory-made Guqin, this would be done mostly by machine and then some details done by hand. Here, it's 90% by hand.

Inside the Guqin When carving out the Guqin, we leave 2 slight bumps at the front and back, called the "Nayin/纳音" (sound absorber). This is so when the sound is vibrating through the centre it has something to bounce off of, otherwise it would sound too hollow.

A factory-made Guqin would leave two rectangular nayin since that's easier for the machine, here we carve it down into a gradual hill (pic 2, 3). Sometimes the Guqin maker can also play around with this to give the instrument a more unique sound, like pics 2 and 3 where my teacher decided to not complete carve the bottom flat and instead in this ripple-like pattern, and also do a U shaped nayin rather than just a little bump.

When putting on the first layer of paint, we also wrap the Guqin in fabric to prevent the wood from cracking in the future.

Guqin paint in a workshop like this is lacquer (生漆 or 大漆), mixed with powder deer antler (鹿角霜). In a factory it would be chemical paint.

Most people experience some form of allergy to lacquer (Google says it's kind of similar to poison ivy allergy), you get rashes and small bumps on your skin all over your body (even if you don't touch the lacquer). My roommates are both having reactions these past few days, so far I've had a mild reaction around my ankles. As I mentioned in a previous post, there's no medication to completely cure or stop the reaction, you just need to "tough it out" until you build an immunity (and even then you'll still have a reaction but just very mild).

Lacquer starts off white or light beige, then oxidizes as soon as it meets oxygen. Within a few hours it becomes pitch black and then slowly dries over a few days (the hotter and damper the weather the faster it dries).

If you get lacquer on anything (including skin) you need some type of oil to remove it. The most effective is kerosene (blue jug). So essentially our work rooms are a big fire hazard with kerosene oil everywhere as we wipe it off our cloths, hands, tables, floor, etc.

Mixing some glue paste for the first layer of paint (this is to help the fabric adhere to the Guqin).

We put one layer of the paint+glue paste on the Guqin, then put the fabric on top, and slather on another layer of the paint+glue paste making sure it's thick enough to hide the fabric pattern.

Then we leave it to dry (pic 3). You can see even as we worked the paint darkened from light beige/brown to a dark, dark brown. By the next day it'll become fully black.

So much work goes into making one of these instruments. So many variables can influence the sound of a Guqin, including size, shape, thickness and density of the wood, type of wood, age of wood, shape and size of the nayin, height of the bridge, type of string, etc. A master Guqin maker needs to take all of these into consideration in order to make one instrument that has a beautiful sound.

To make a full Guqin, we need at least 1.5 years, possibly longer. My arms ache, my legs ache, my back aches, my fingers are sore, my ankles itch (my fellow students said one of their fingers swelled so much their phone screen didn't recognize his touch, and last summer his bumps got infected and they had to take him to the hospital), I've got scrapes and cuts all over my hands, just after 2 weeks of working here xDD

[luimagines]

Maybe a scenario where the chain is female hero's Era and they meet her era's link which is her little brother of like 6 and she confesses that the quest was actually for him.

LITTLE LINK!?!!?!?!? MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY SON!?!? ABSOLUTELY!!!! XD

Everybody get ready for more Lucky. I will never have enough of this boy. ^.^*

Side note: Reader is written as Gender Neutral per the rules of the blog, but this isn't really about them anyway. :D

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

"Just a little closer." You say under your breath as you push aside the surrounding foliage. You step into a well beaten path. there's roots sticking out of it and the dirt is bare and dry, but you know that it's safe to travel along and that it'll take you straight to your destination.

"We've been walking for hours." Legend groans. "Are we there yet?"

"Almost." You hold the branch open for the others to pass through.

"This Link of yours must be a pain in neck to get to if his lives this far out into the middle of nowhere." Hyrule spits out a leaf.

You snort, keeping it vague for the sake of keeping him safe. They'll know the truth soon enough and frankly, you're scared to see the aftermath. "It's just up the path."

"Finally!"

"Come on! Let's go!" Wind cheers and takes off running, following swiftly by Wild, Wolfie and Four.

You try to keep a leisurely pace, knowing you're going to need all the energy you can reserve for when you arrive. You want to run just as much as the others, but you know better.

Time seems to have caught on and gently smacks your shoulder. "You never said how you happened to meet him."

"I didn't?" You smile, playing it coy. "Strange."

"This is it?" Four asks with a skeptical look.

Just beyond the hill is a run down cottage. There's holes in the roof and the fence is broken in many areas. The forest and meadows around it are about to over take the small house and return the woods of its skeleton back to where they came from.

You try to hold back a bitter smile and the way your heart swells at the familiar sight. You pat Four on the shoulder and keep walking towards the cottage. Putting your fingers to your mouth, you let out a shrill whistle and keep walking.

A beat passes, setting the young men behind you on edge before the door of the cottage all but bursts open. You can feel some of the boys reach for their weapons but they hesitate when you start hollering in excitement.

Your calls are answered back by a small body that comes running out of the cottage at full speed. It comes out like a shot and b-lines for you with the intent to tackle. You catch the familiar mop of blond hair and laugh, peppering the small boy with kisses and tickles.

The group behind you is stunned.

"Bubbah! You're home! You're home!" The child cries.

You smile, getting a little teary as you hold the child closer. "I get to stay for a little bit this time before I travel again. I wanted you to meet some friends of mine. They've been very excited to meet you."

The little boy looks over your shoulder and gasp, a bright grin covering his face. "New people! Hello! Welcome to my house!"

You set him down with a proud smile as he runs to the Chain. He stops in front of them, holding his hand out like the polite gentleman he's growing up to be. "My name is Link, what's yours?"

Twilight bites the bullet and kneels to his level, shaking his hand. "Why- My name is Link too! It's great to meet you!"

You sighs and look back to the house. Your grandmother must still be inside. Age has not been kind to her.

The introductions are going on behind as your brother gets more and more amused that they all share the same name. He laughs, bright and joyfully and still the child you've fought so hard to keep. "No wonder you wanted to meet me too!"

"Yeah.... That's why." Legend clenches his jaw in a tight smile. He catches it quickly, the mark of the Triforce of Courage already on his little hand. Legend points to his hand to show that he has the same mark. "You have that too?"

Link, your brother, nods and proudly shows it off. "Bubbah says it's because I'm special. They had to leave home after it showed up though. They saved me from the monsters and told me to take care of grandma."

"Then I'm sure you're doing an incredible job." Time says gently. "That mark is special. I'm sure your grandma is very proud."

Warrior makes it a point to step aside, roughly grabbing your arm as he speaks in a hushed voice. "What is the meaning of this?"

"This is my home." You try to keep the growl out of your voice. "Link is my brother."

"Tell me you're joking."

"I wouldn't be the one traveling with you if I was."

"Bubbah!" Link calls for your attention. "Can they stay for dinner?!"

You slap a grin onto your face and wave back to him. "That was the plan, short stack! You mind going to tell grandma we have company?"

"Oh yeah!" He grins and runs back to the house right as your grandmother has reached the door. She sees you and sighs of relief that you've returned safe and sound.

You wave from where you are and blow her a kiss. You try not to look at the other boys around you.

You can feel them staring holes into you head as it is.

This is going to be a long story.

[mizaruwu]

Yo do you subscribe to the theory that Hyrule Warriors merged the three timelines back together? Cause I've been brainrotting over your necromancer au again and imagining Legend asking for help from Wars by writing a letter and hiding it somewhere where he hopes that it will be preserved until Wars' era.

Maybe Wars feels a little lonely after LU too, so he goes on a journey to discover artifacts left by the heroes before him and stumbles across this letter which simply says "Captain, I hope you find this and can find a way to help us. Rulie is not handling our separation well. Please come help him if you are able. -The Vet"

Wars immediately runs to Lana and after some convincing she agrees to send him through time to the point when the letter was written. He arrives to find Legend sitting with paper and quill still in hand, the faintest smile visible in his tired eyes, and he knows right away that something is very, very wrong.

Does he manage to talk some sense into Hyrule? Does he offer some other healthier coping tool? Who knows but oh man the idea is driving me crazy in the best way lol

Oh I'm totally subscibed to that theory XD

A tiny problem– the timeline is locked in the AU. Time travel can't happen to the parts of the timeline post LU (to stop a problem like monsters crossing timelines again) thats why any time travel item Rulie found can't work anymore. It'll be the same for the rest of the links.

I do think its funny to imagine Warriors finding Legend's letter and realising he can't do anything. No matter how much he asks Lana or prays to Hylia the timeline won't open for him. The helpless guilt? It'll be soo delicious

Hypothetically, Hyrule will be so happy to see Wars again but would grow a tiny bit (an understatement) jealous that the captain was able to visit him. How unfair!

I dont think it would go well. How can Warriors say that Rulie shouldnt raise their dead brothers when its his only way to see them again? When Wars can time travel to visit the others if he wants to?

When wars has loved ones around him he wont endanger when he goes home and Hyrule has to stay away from the princesses so the monsters out for his blood wont come for them? The captain wont be the one alone for who knows how long when he goes back!

[alchemicaladarna]

[Very long post ahead XD]

You know what, I'm not done talking about tr!ros dying to tr!bad because the themes here, accidental or not, and the implications of those themes, hit so hard. its more like a stab in the heart, to be honest.

Because one of the reasons why tr!bad agreed to kill tr!ros (this is paraphrasing what he said ooc) was because he knew tr!ros thought she had no other options left but to die. He saw that she was suffering so much that she genuinely thought dying would be the better outcome for everyone else. Tr!bad did try to prevent her death, believe it or not. Tr!ros asked him to kill her the day before, so he made a deal to delay the death then told tr!aimsey after. He tried to warn whoever he could that this was happening in the hopes that tr!aimsey or maybe tr!foolish- just anyone, really- can change tr!ros' mind. That maybe, when tr!bad wakes up the next day, tr!ros will call off the deal and forget the whole thing happened. Death is inevitable, but in this instance, even tr!bad, the personification of death, tried to prevent it because even he was hoping for a different outcome. He cared about her enough to not want to kill her. But in the end, it had to be done.

Do you know why this makes me insane? Ros has been broken and has been suffering for so long, even before the Null, and if you look close enough, you can see the times where she just longed for death. And then finally, upon witnessing all the people she cared about suffer endlessly, some of them losing lives because of her, she decided that she must die because it'll be better for everybody else. It's not true, but it was so ingrained in her mind, I don't think there was any amount of convincing or help that could have prevented her from knocking on death's door.

It's like what Bad said: it was either that he kills her in front of all her loved ones, or she goes off and dies alone. Withering away, at a place nobody could find her corpse.

!Bad knows a lot about dying alone, ironically enough. He knows a lot about the kind of death that prolongs suffering. To have your body rot from the inside out; to have your flesh melt off your bones for months on end, no matter how much your loved ones try to heal you. To be alone when your body finally withers away, not because nobody wanted to help you, but because you didn't want help, and it would've been too late to save you. So you die a slow and painful death. In a lavender field. In the middle of nowhere. Calling out your loved ones' names with your final breath, a hint of regret flashing through your mind before it all fades and then you're gone.

You can see why tr!bad claims it to be a kindness, a mercy, that he took tr!ros' life in front of those she loved and cared for. Even though they couldn't prevent her death, at least they were able to spend a little more time with her, and at least they were able to grieve and give her a proper grave. It was the closest thing to comfort that death can provide.

And here's the thing about death: we always ask why it happened, why did it have to take our loved one, what did they do to deserve this, what could you have changed to prevent this? In the end, you can't really blame death itself because it's a force of nature. But it's a bit different this time. This time, death has a face. Death has a name. Death has a physical, mortal manifestation, and eventually it can be hunted down and killed. They stop asking why tr!ros decided to die, and start asking why tr!bad killed ros.

Tr!bad told tr!Zam to ask ros. While that sounds a lot like a threat, I think he also meant it in a "ask ros what her reasons were. Ask her why she came to death's door. Ask her why she suffered and maybe you could begin to understand why she died."

Even though it was tr!ros' own decision to seek death, it's only natural that everyone blames tr!bad because he pulled the trigger, no matter what tr!ros' reasons were. Before they can accept that tr!ros is gone, I think a lot of people might want to exact revenge upon tr!bad. Sadly, that's how grief works- especially since the death felt more like a homicide than a self-orchestrated murder.

It's tragic because people did try to help tr!ros. They loved and cared about her. She was the kingdom's beloved architect- a friend and a part of their family. Even those outside of the kingdom and tr!aimsey cared about her. And it's not that they didn't try to prevent her death either. Another tragic aspect about this is that tr!foolish tried to take her through the server to help her see that there was still so much to live for. There was still so much Life could offer, but she already made a deal with Death, and unfortunately, it was the inevitable outcome for tr!ros, beloved as she was.

[mewtwoandme]

A bit of an update/mini announcement. My grandmother's situation has been looking up. We're gradually getting things in order and this whole ordeal should be straightened out soon. It's greatly taken a lot out of me this past month though, but I've been resting a lot recently cause now we're just biding our time until our court date in October. My motivation has still been very much absent, but I'd love to get the creative juices flowing again in some way.

So here's my mini announcement: I'm thinking about doing a game with ya'll. Something similar to the ones where you get to ask the characters questions, but instead, it'll be with prompts! I'll come up with a list of prompts for ya'll to choose from, and I draw a one-shot for whatever activity you'd like to see my characters do! I also think I'd be fun to do a fall/autumn theme with it being around the corner, and rather than setting a time limit, this will be an ongoing... "event" I guess we'll call it, for the fall season (or just until I decide to stop, depending on how I feel). So if someone were to pick, for example: 🎃-Carve Pumpkins, I'll draw a one-shot of the mewtwo fam making jack-o-lanterns XD

So let me know if that'd be something you'd be interested in ^^

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Indefinite hiatus

I was toying with writing up a long post about what running this blog has meant to me over the years and why I'm stepping away for the foreseeable future, but that feels too dramatic for what's really just me saying "I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year". So, I'll just say I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year.

Okay, actually I have a bunch more to say, but it'll be under the cut.

Politics sucks. And paying attention to it, even in the reduced way I've been paying attention to it over the last few years, is hard. You end up spending so much of your supposedly free time thinking about things you can't change, getting mad about things you can't change, and getting depressed when the people who can change things just keep going in the wrong direction. Even when good things happen, it's just a matter of a few days before something bad happens once again. And vice versa. It's an endless cycle of hope, despair, resignation. Rinse and repeat, and triple speed that cycle during an election year. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of spending every other year worried about what's going to happen on one day in November. I'm tired of hearing a piece of news and automatically composing a post about it or running through 20 different responses I might give to asks I might get about it in my head.

Everyone I know who doesn't pay attention to politics (or at least doesn't run a social media page dedicated to it) seems to enjoy their live a lot more than I currently do. Which sounds way more dramatic than what's actually going on, which is mainly that I want to get to a place where I just don't care. I want the world and its problems to flow off my back instead of weighing it down. I want to stop thinking about what people on the internet might say about something I haven't even posted yet. And that can't happen while I'm tied to this blog. So I'll be staying away from it for at least the rest of the year.

I did have a good time with this blog. I've met a bunch of really awesome people, some who are sadly no longer with us (RIP Blue), and some who I think will carry on the "fight" way better than I ever did. This isn't an admission of defeat, or pessimism about the election. Even if Trump wins, and I truly think he will if we have a fair election, I still won't be back this year. But I'll still vote and I'll still be proud that my silly little tumblr blog had an impact on some people's lives. I may not have the reach of a Tucker Carlson or a Glenn Beck, but I've gotten a lot of messages from people who said they changed their minds about an issue, or even politics in general, because of things I said, and that counts for something. If you guys take anything away from me, I want it to be this: Even the smallest impact matters. It doesn't matter if you only ever reach one person and then stop, reaching that one person is enough. Changing one vote is enough. Changing one mind is enough.

To all my mutuals, you guys are the best. I truly hope you have wonderful lives and I'm sad I won't get to see your names on my dash everyday anymore. To anyone I've ever followed or reblogged from, I couldn't have had a blog without you, so thank you. Yes, even the leftiod psychos, XD. To everyone else, find your own balance and never give into despair and never listen to people who tell you not to try. Even a failed effort is still more meaningful than sitting back and mocking people for trying to improve even the smallest thing about themselves or the world around them.

I won't be logging back in after I post this, so any messages or asks you send, I won't see. I'll still be active (or as active as I ever am) in my discord, so feel free to join there if you want to. It should still be my pinned post, but if it isn't, I'll edit this with a new invite link.

And that's all I've got to say for now.

[drama-glob]

I can't believe it's been a year ago today that we got to see the first season of "Hazbin Hotel" wrap up, and even though I know we all wanted more than 8 episodes, I enjoyed what we were given from the music to the battle against Heaven to Sir Pentious showing that redemption is possible! ^_^<3<3<3 I know Charlie making her deal with Alastor is going to backfire, but we all knew it was going to happen at some point or another. ;) I laughed so hard at Charlie flipping off and yelling at Susan because I doubt any of us would have done differently given her attitude. XD XD XD Honestly, "Ready for This" definitely makes me feel inspired, even if it is about convincing cannibals to help in the fight against Heaven; as for Vaggie and Carmilla, I hope they have more interactions in the future because they definitely have a mentor-mentee thing going on (or mother-daughter thing depending on who you ask ;) ) and I love it. :) <3<3<3

My heart melted at everyone banning together to stop the Exorcists, but especially at Sir Pentious giving 110% on everything like he always does, letting Cherri Bomb know how he feels and showing how much he truly loves his friends; it also made me so sad that he sacrificed himself, even though I knew it was coming since episode 2 when I figured that he'd do something like this. ;_;<3<3<3 It was also so satisfying having Vaggie get revenge on Lute, and I know I was cheering when Lucifer showed up...followed by laughing at him for messing up his smack-talk. XD XD XD Niffty being the one to take Adam down had me laughing as well, but she was told to stab angels, so she did. ;) XD

Everyone coming together at the end to rebuild the hotel was beautiful, and since Lucifer is going to be at the hotel now it seems, it'll lead hopefully to more bonding with Charlie as well as shenanigans with Alastor. ;) ^_^<3<3<3

Enjoy all the gifs, both old and new and I know I can't wait for season 2! ^_^<3<3<3

[cheezeybread]

Jamil with a boyfriend who keeps stealing his stuff. Hoodie? Gone. Basketball jearsey? Play without it. Hair tie? Thats why we have spares.

Even better that said boyfriend always leaves his own clothes behind for Jamil to wear instead (they wear similar sizes).

Rip Jamil, this is why we can't have nothing nice! XD

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐏

◇─◇──◇─◇

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

He thought it was kind of cute, at first. Once he got over his original thought of it being petty theft- reminding himself that this sort of thing was to be expected in relationships

But then, as it went on, he got a little miffed that his stuff kept disappearing

But then it was cute again! Especially once you started leaving your own stuff for him to wear.

It's hilarious if the two of you have obviously different styles. EVERYONE in school knows who's dating who, simply because your clothes are on Jamil...and you're wearing a Scarabia uniform- then Jamil's jersey- and now you're wearing one of his sleeveless hoodies?? Where are you even getting all of this stuff??

Floyd teases Jamil about it to NO end in basketball practice (Well, to no end until he gets bored) "Aww, shrimpy stole your jersey again? Maybe I should start calling him 'Sea Gull', since he's being a little thief, hey?"

Ace quite literally does not stop with the comments on it "Wow, Jamil, if your boyfriend has such an easy time taking your stuff, it shouldn't be too hard for me to steal the ball from you, right?"

Despite all the teasing, any annoyance that Jamil feels goes away as soon as he sees you wearing his clothes.

It's the highlight of his day!

It'll get to the point where he'll just start laying out the clothes he wants to see you wearing the most, in hopes that you'll "steal" those ones from him.

[anxiousapplepie]

Going by your prior first paragraph (thanks for answering), it implies there could be Necroknights made of different Rose colours but it's not done because Black is seen as the best choice for such a process. (Also, vampire kangaroo?? That is a weird visual.) But anyway, onto something different.

My question is about the cast, and more specifically, their motives. We already know bits and pieces about why they're there (mostly) and are odd enough for Mort's team. But like, why do some of them want to be knights in the first place? We know Jim was sort of forced into it and Lapis chose to put herself there (like an idiot, even with good intentions). But what of the rest and their reasons? Were they pressured by their society / family? A personal choice? Conscription? The reasons probably differ for each person, honestly.

But mostly, I am very curious about Morgan's motive to break tradition and become a White Rose Knight despite such a thing not happening for centuries. I presume he may want to prove something? That would be my guess, to an extent. Have a good rest of your day! ☆

HahaHA I should've expected this question, but it still gave me a small startle and I'm glad you brought it up! Sure, I'm gonna be saving most of the nitty-gritty details for the official RK comic, but I think it is very fair to share why some of the others became knights... or why they are trying to become knights despite the expectations of society >:3 For Bristly, it's a simple combination of conscription and spite. He's riding out the drills and training to prove a point. George's reasoning is much more personal and infinitely more petty. If he can't prove he's got strength by Dragon standards, he'll become strong by Rose standards instead! Barbara become a knight of her own free-will (she thinks it'll make her look cool XD) Tara wants to become a Knight so bad it's not even funny. What a shame her family have decided to bench her "for her own safety" since they discovered she was sick with rot. Rodgeric has also been blocked from becoming a knight, but that doesn't stop him from trying to follow their dreams of proving they are not the delicate flower everyone believes him to be

And Morgan? *inhale* YEAH, it's mostly an attempt to break the stereotypes White's have been suffering for way too long. amongst other reasons And fortunately for him, he's living in a time where the crown Rose prince is publicly unashamed of being White, and the Rose Queen has been making a lot of effort to get White Roses "more included" in all areas of society. Honestly tho, if Morgan had been any color except white? I don't think he would've wanted to become a knight. Not his speed, not his style, not his cup of tea in any flavor. But hey, you do what you can to gain some control over your own life, right?