#such a fun little dude to write

[wunder-plunder]

Germany's state of North Rhine-Westphalia (OC board #7) 💚🤍❤️

[tylidae]

A I L U R A N T H R O P Y 1 0 1

[bacchuschucklefuck]

small lad big city doodles

[iridiss]

Aaron’s such an underrated character on Aphblr tbh. He’s become one of my favorite characters in the cast as I rewatch more and more of Mystreet. Aaron will tease you, but he’s also one of the best characters in the cast to go to for emotional support. He’ll tell you as it is, smack you upside the head when you’re being crazy and shake you back to rational normalcy, but then he’ll sigh and tell you you’re gonna be just fine and everything’s gonna be okay. He is the number one (and on occasion only) holder of brain cells in the whole neighborhood. He’s the most sensible, and often the word of wisdom/rationale, much more so than Katelyn or Lucinda or Zane or Laurance are. This can often make him come off as a serious character, but he’s still down to clown! He just does it in a different way!

He’s supposed to contrast Aphmau’s louder, more extroverted, playful, ditzy, eccentric personality, by being quieter, more rational, more responsible, more cautious and careful, more reserved, a word of wisdom to contrast her crazier, chaotic energy and pranking and punning and ponies and general whimsical tomfoolery. But that does not, by any means, mean that he is not participating in the antics. Just because he’s the only one who thought to bring a first aid kit and a safety harness doesn’t mean he’s not jumping off that cliff with everyone else in this crazy cast. You tell him to dig, he’ll bring shovels. He may sigh or say “oh god not again” when shit goes awry or the gang decides they are Dead Set on doing something insane for the 10,000th time, but by god he will commit. Aphmau kidnaps a baby and goes on a mad chase for a comedic bit, and he never complains about how “stupid” and “reckless” and “obnoxious” his girlfriend is, he just says in a completely calm tone, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go save my girlfriend.” And he chases after her immediately lmao.

Aaron enables the antics and participates in them, and if you rile him up or challenge him damn well enough, he will throw himself into the group antics with an unbeatable, fiery fervor. If the boys decide they’re all gonna pretend to be Santa and his elves in order to cause prankster-variety chaos one day, Aaron would join in and go right alongside them. He’s here to make sure it all goes to plan. He’s here to make sure you don’t break any bones when you jump off that roof like a madman. He’s here to help you run away from the cops, help you break into the building. He may chide you for doing it in the first place (“do you even know what you’re doing?!”), and if needed he may drag you back home if you’re barking up the wrong tree and it’s nothing but detrimental to you, but if it’s viable for the bit, he absolutely will show you how to break a window correctly.

And he can be a little shit if he wants to, too!! He can snicker at you and tease you and make quips, and I bet if Aaron himself dedicated his energy to it, he would make the best of pranks. He’s not an asshole that’s full of himself and too serious and stoic and cool for being silly, he’s not a whiny bitch, he’s actually very incredibly supportive. At times, much more so than Garroth, Laurance, Zane, Katelyn, etc. He’s reliable, he trusts Aphmau a lot, he knows how shittily Aphmau cooks and still does his damndest to support her, and he will force himself to eat her biohazardous cooking just to make her happy. He is the chef of the household. He’s good with animals, animals love him. He’s a kind guy!!! He’s just got his own unique energy and vibe to him, that no one else in the cast really has, and I really appreciate that core trait of him. He’s a grounding character. He’s probably got his own ways that he’s weird and eccentric that are a lot more hidden than Aphmau’s. If we didn’t have Aaron, the entire neighborhood would have burned down ages ago, ten times over.

I genuinely do believe he’d make a fantastic dad, being a combination of a soft and gentle and tenderly loving man, and responsible enough to always bring safety helmets and bandaids and snacks, very supportive of his kids development, emotionally available as a great source of genuine advice and wisdom while still getting plenty of encouragement. He would probably want to make an effort to be a very different parent than his father was, and since he was emotionally neglected as a child, he would refuse to do anything similar to his own kids. He’d be a good influence (and Aphmau would be the bad influence LOL)

He’s kind of a teddy bear of a man <3 If he weren’t so heavily wolf-themed, I’d say a bear would be the best animal that’d fit his personality and energy. He’d protect you like a bear, he can be really fucking terrifying if he wants to, but he’d only use that power to make sure Aphmau gets what she wants and needs to make her happy. He’d never use that terrifying intimidation factor of his on his friends and loved ones, never as anything more than a single look that has a derailing Garroth/Laurance/Travis/Dante/Gene/etc. get right the fuck back on track and start backpedaling, like if they started saying or doing something careless or stupid that made Aphmau feel worse. He’s quiet and reserved with that tired, grounded, solid energy of a bear. He’s a big guy. But he can also be really soft and supportive and sweet. He takes more time to come out of his shell and let down his walls, but when he does, he really dedicates his life to the few people he manages to trust. And it’s that thick outer shell that makes Aphmau a good match for him, because she’s kinda the only character in the cast who’s able to bring him out of his shell so easily.

She’s kind and extremely friendly, unstoppably and unendingly so. She’s sweet and naive and selfless in the way that proves to Aaron that she’s not trying to get anything out of him, she’s not lying to him, and she would never neglect him or just…abandon him like a discarded toy once she’s through with him. She’s not scared of him. She sees the best in everybody, and sees that there’s something more underneath that scary, prickly outer shell of defenses that’s managed to push everyone else away and keep the likes of Laurance and Garroth and Katelyn on their toes. She sees what no one else does, she sees the true beauty and the kind heart he has underneath. Even in MCD, when he’s literally held a sword to her throat and threatened her life multiple times, she can still sense that he’s full of shit and there’s a kind heart underneath, and if she does a little cultivating, extends a hand of gentle kindness and genuine affection, a kind of love and affection he’s never really seen before and been starved of all his life… it works wonders, and he steps out to meet her. He changes, drastically, because she sees the best in him, and that makes him want to become the best version of himself that he can be, for her. Where he might hate himself and grapple with feeling unloveable, Aphmau is there to remind him none of its true. And so he tries to keep her nightmares away in return, sticking by her side, taking care of her, cooking for her, encouraging her to keep doing everything she does best, defends her against the bullies that make her feel like she’s not good enough, and takes her by the shoulders to remind her that she is good enough, and all the voices out there and in her head that tell her she’s not are full of shit. Because he knows first-hand, better than most, the good things she brings to those around her and the wonderful presence she is in others lives, and how wonderful she is as a person. He trusts her. He’s here to guide her along in her path to becoming her fullest self, to give her that last big nudge to boost her along the way. Likely on a cosmic level, mainly, with her becoming Irene.

He’s very sweet, he’s sweet to Aphmau, Aphmau’s even sweeter to him, and genuinely I’ve learned to love the big, fluffy guy and I really appreciate him and his impact on the other characters the more and more I see of him. I don’t really know how I would enjoy Mystreet or MCD or the Aphverse without him. If he were real, I would love to give him one big hug, I bet his hugs would be amazing (topped only by Garroth’s rib-crushing bear hugs)

[cosmictapestry]

it’s not a joke AND he’s straight up fuckin with you hope that helps

[moodymisty]

Wow, it's been a crazy year. I never really expected to end up writing so much, but to see it all laid out has been kind of insane.

I guess I'd just like to thank everyone who's visited my blog, or interacted with my stuff. Even if you're a lurker, just know it means a lot to know people enjoy the silly little things I create. And another thanks to all the friends I've made here this year too.

Maybe it's 'cringe' of me to say, but I really appreciate all of you. I grew up an extremely lonely rural homeschooled kid, so to talk and make friends with so many people from so many different places is, awesome. I never got to be a kid, so it's been great to have a nice, peaceful place to go. I know that's funny considering pretty much everything I write for is pretty grim, but as someone who's so sick of fandom wank, I really like the place we've created.

To a new year! I hope to make tons more stuff, and share it with you all. Here's a bit of what I still have in my drafts for an idea of what's to come:

Stuff for Sevatar, Lorgar, Vulkan, Horus, Ferrus Manus, Roboute, Lion'el Jonson, Rogal Dorn, Perturabo, MULTIPLE things for Konrad because y'all are so horrifically down bad and frighten me to no end, an Unnamed Black Templar/reader, Part 3 of the Stolen Historitor!Reader with Angron, More Sanguinius

Tbb Wrecker/Reader, Boba Fett, multiple things for Darksiders Strife, two things for Darksiders Death,

The highly requested Yandere Salamander fic, and more. Some of this is NSFW, some isn't. That's a surprise <3

[autumnoakes]

hyperfixations really will have you imagining a 2 hour video essay on some white guy video game character huh 😪

[essencering]

↳ summary: Tail wrapped around your leg, Leviathan rubs his face against your neck. It's still so odd, how you can smell like nothing, but smell like everything important to him all at once.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Leviathan (Obey Me!), Finds Comfort In Your Scent, Then Levi Dozes Off, Nightbringer Setting.

writer's blurp: mr. levi time!!! with mammon and beel having a short for this scenting/nesting stuff i'm writing so i really, really wanted to write one for levi!

Your chatelaine seems to have something new added to it every day. From the things that you need for working day to day, to little things that one wouldn't think to carry. Leviathan could ask for it, or find it easily on your chatelaine.

One chain stood out more than the others. On it are silly little trinkets that you wouldn't need. Little things that are from Solomon, Luke, and Simeon dangle off that chain, cute little things all radiating some form of protection.

A sweet gesture, speaking levels of care, but to see such a thing-- really makes him envious of them. He could also give you something, but then his brothers would follow suit, and the envy he would feel if they gave you something better would be... destructive.

So he ignores how envy burns inside him, smooshed his face as close to your stomach as possible, trying to avoid pushing his horns into you. After some time he eventually just ends up laying on you, all while you run your fingers through his hair.

It's funny, how easy it is to feel comfortable around you. How easy it is to feel like Leviathan is just... him. That he can be comfortable as a demon, that despite everything he isn't wearing another skin, he's still himself, just changed to adapt to the world he is in now.

Adapt. A very human description. One that he doesn't hate, despite how he grumbles, how he hides his face away while you smile and stay by his side.

It's funny how comfortable, and safe he feels around you. Warm, comforting, and above all his first friend in the Devildom. His Henry.

Looking out for him in small ways makes his heart weak towards you. His face burns, and he becomes a mess. An adorable and sweet mess you would say to him, and make him even more flustered.

Tail wrapped around your leg, Leviathan rubs his face against your neck. It's still so odd, how you can smell like nothing, but smell like everything important to him all at once. Home, safety, warmth-- everything he associates with his brothers, yet you were not a part of their Fall.

You stand before all of them wrapped up in a tight little bow, then given a title asking to watch over them. Angels were told never to trust a snake, but with how gently you treat him and his brothers it feels right, and before he noticed it he was less afraid of the snake taking him away from his family and wanting it to stay.

Having you here, felt right. The Leviathan's tail coils around your leg even tighter, tighter, and ever tighter... as if with its tail alone it could keep you here, in this little safe space for the two of you.

Leviathan wakes up, startled not realizing that he had fallen asleep, and realizes that you lay asleep beneath him, arms wrapped around him and-- his scent entwined so well with your own that Leviathan finds himself flustered.

Leviathan couldn't will himself to move away from you, so he simply listened to the peaceful beating of your heart, while his own heart went wild.

Nuzzling into your neck again, dozing off once more Leviathan wonders if this is how the love interest felt in his VNs? Happy, warm and so, so horribly in love with someone who they would never tell?

Just this one, Leviathan would allow himself a moment. He felt happy and at peace and he laughed for just a moment his envy could be ignored.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Thinking about the good old days

(back before every bit of Johnny's character development was put on pause and walked back for the sake of one note comedy and easily digestible tropes)

[pencilofawesomeness]

Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.

“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”

Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”

“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”

Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic. 

Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it. 

Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility. 

He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd. 

It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it. 

“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”

He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves. 

“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”

Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything. 

The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him. 

Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance. 

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all. 

“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once. 

Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure. 

A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold. 

The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy. 

“JELLAL!” 

Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic. 

“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate. 

But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”

“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up. 

Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded. 

“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now. 

“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”

Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered. 

In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout. 

“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”

Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”

“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence. 

“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”

The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.

“It will never change that I was her pawn!”

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

among other things, we had a dream about a gravity falls card game so now our brain is filled with a bunch of cards that aren’t real

[passthroughtime]

today i’m thinking about “different first meeting” kuwagami scenario where kuwana is acquainted with kaito beforehand, BUT not as friends, but as fuckbuddies at most. maybe, even just as a one night stand.

yagami comes to kaito’s apartment because he couldn’t reach him or something, and sees another new guy coming out of his shower; this isn’t news for him that kaito occasionally hooked up with random women and men alike, with preference in the former. yagami pays kuwana no mind and actively deflects any advances from him, thinking that kuwana sees him as another fuckbuddy of kaito. yagami doesn’t fuck around that much, and definitely isn’t in the mood to find somebody to stay the night with: they have an urgent case, and there isn’t any other thing on his mind at the moment.

while kuwana falls in love with yagami at the first sight. sure it’s weird to fall for a business partner of the guy he just fucked and isn’t going to remember for long. but, yagami is perfect, in some stupid way. kuwana says something dumb, gets rejected, and his hurting heart tells him he can’t let yagami go. he hasn’t felt this way about anyone in years.

so, he starts to hang around kaito much more frequently, they may even be called friends at some point. yagami thinks they are dating; this is the last thing kuwana wants him to think.

although, they click with each other pretty quickly; with all the annoyance, it’s fun to bicker with him, rarely being serious, picking on him and being picked on in turn. but it also frustrates yagami, because he sees that kuwana doesn’t really care about kaito (the amount he'd expect of the guy kaito is together with). while kuwana sees that yagami worries for kaito, and thinks that it’s in that way. once, he, heartbroken and losing hope, asks what yagami sees in kaito (as a possible romantic partner), but words it badly and is understood even worse. yagami falls out with kuwana, and they stop talking altogether.

yagami sulks and is very upset, because he thought they had something special going there, even if it was just a mutual interest, which wouldn’t turn into anything else. kuwana stops talking to kaito, explaining to him that it was because he couldn’t bear to be with yagami in one room when he hates him so much. his words kind of insinuate of kuwana’s feelings for yagami, but kaito doesn’t catch the hint.

some time passes, and yagami and kaito talk about kuwana. yagami says that he regrets so much cutting kuwana off from his life. kaito remembers what kuwana said, tells it to yagami as word for word as he could remember, and though he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, yagami sees kuwana’s message clearly.

yagami can’t reach him by his number (it’s out of service), so he comes to his house in ijincho. he isn’t home, but yagami waits for him. approaching his house, kuwana sees him sitting on the steps and asks, “did you not cuss me enough?” and everything he says is openly antagonizing. yagami tries to talk to him calmly, but with time kuwana, unyielding, starts to piss him off. yagami says something along, “and here i thought you’d want me to apologize to you” and storms out the house with an intention to drink this anger away and come back.

kuwana isn’t able to stop him (when he tries, yagami punches him in the nose so hard kuwana sees stars, and it starts bleeding), but he finds him leaning on the railing in the nearby parking lot, with cheep beer in his hands. “you didn’t escape far. feeling guilty?”, kuwana asks, meaning his injury. “yes,” yagami answers, meaning the argument that lead them to stop talking with each other.

kuwana asks to share his beer with him, to which yagami complies, and jokes about them having an indirect kiss. “so childish,” yagami says, “we are long past the age of indirect kisses.” “do you want an ‘adult’ kiss?” kuwana jokingly asks, falling into their playful type of talking naturally. “yes,” yagami answers, and kuwana hears no ridicule in turn. he kisses him and tries to say that he wanted to kiss him for as long as they know each other.

“i knew that all this time,” yagami interrupts him, “but i didn’t want a kiss from somebody who isn’t serious about it.” after kuwana’s question of what has changed, yagami answers, “because now i also know you want more from me than this, or sex, or whatever. makes kissing you a lot less disgusting.” kuwana laughs, and yagami steals this sound with another kiss.

[10hourshift]

ughhh I haven't been able to draw much lately but hear me out

picture this in your minds

[ratatatastic]

i, like most unlucky bastards, am cursed with the affliction

[birchbow]

I am so so behind on price of forgiveness but your pinned has kind of become a comfort read for me and I have a clown scripture question (sorry if this has already been answered in the text)

Is there an equivalent of the book of hot shit for the other quadrants?

lololol it's enormous and very time-consuming to read so tbh that's super fair. To be very transparent about my thought processes; I somehow didn't think of having Hot Shit address other quadrants, and as very much a Moiraillegiance Guy I'm now kind of mad I didn't think of it lol.

....ALTHOUGH if one book of a GHB's raunchy letters is going to be canonized, I see no reason to think that they wouldn't have written raunchy letters in other quadrants that could therefore be canonized as well--the fact that the main three trolls we've seen who would quote scripture at each other are Gamzee, Kurloz, and Halore, whose mess is all tangled up in hearts, would probably give me plausible deniability if I just casually dropped at some point that there are chapters of Hot Shit in other quadrants that one could quote....

This process of "oh man something just occurred to me (or somebody just suggested/inspired a fun idea), how can I justify that into this ridiculous fic" happens about ten times an hour while I'm writing, lmao, welcome to the mind of the author.

[zhxngii]

Holy fuck I forgot there's so much to update on, so ... I got Jing Yuan (🥰), AND I'M AN E1S2 WELT HAVER RAHHHHH

Diluc finally has his gravestone...not what I was pulling for but I'm satisfied:) I still hope to get beacon but if I don't then there's always a next time. I hope at least.

Also started playing cookie run... my favorite ofc almond cookie :) as the old man collector I am proud

Andddd... e2 Gallagher (ilovehimsomuchiwannascream) and ..yeah. e4 dan heng. (The game wants me to pay attention to him I guess but my men are occupying me rn.)