#the magic of it is that anyone can be anything haha

[m4rs-ex3]

*cracks knuckles* *opens google doc*

“ah! oh, i am stabbed! by the stab-prince! lord stabbington! why? spurt! spurt…” (1x01)

“we have visitors from xadia… unwanted visitors.” “what are they, minstrels or something?” “assassins.” “i know. what do you think, i’m an idiot?” “mm…”

“later, you can call me a jerkface, and i’ll do the crazy jerkface dance for you. it is a dance of stupitude and sorry-ness.” (1x02)

“i do not understand girls.”

"you lied to me!" "ok, how is that worse than trying to kill someone?"

“rock, rock, stone, rock, stone, stone. rock, stone, rock, stone, stone…”

“right, right. that makes sense, since we go way back. remember that one time, ten minutes ago, when you chased me through the castle trying to stab me? haha, good times.” (1x03)

“the king is pretty busy right now. trying not to, you know, die, and stuff.”

"'...once their safety is assured, the boys may wish to build a ‘dirtman'... we do not wish to build a dirtman." "we do not." (1x04)

"ez, snails already have armor." "then why do they keep getting smooshed?"

"i mean, look at those legs." "what? i have nice legs." (1x05)

“come on, rayla, do it for the frog.”

“so, what are your concerns?” “well… you took me off the mission.” “hmm, noted. go on.” “and you threw me in this dungeon.” “ah, i see. anything else?” “uh, no. but… no. i guess those are the main two.” “thank you. your feedback is a gift.”

"you know what, in a few years, when you're older, buddy... we'll sit down, and have a heart-to-heart talk about sandwiches." (1x06)

"no idea what nuance is."

“i think she’s hangry.” “i’m habsolutely hurious.”

"just walkin' into town, without a care in the world, despite my sub-century life expectancy." "that's the spirit!" (1x07)

“i can’t see a thing!” “shh!” “oh, can you see better if i’m quiet?”

"yes and no. well, uh... well, no. not yet, but maybe! ..so, yes? in a way?" "okay, that's averaging out to be around a maybe-minus." “yeah, that’s about right.”

"got a better idea?" "as a matter of fact... i do not." (1x08)

"wait. callum, you may be a dummy but you're not a fool!" "am i supposed to feel flattered by this?"

"i'm going to share an old elven proverb with you: when traveling up a mountain trying to save a dying dragon egg and you hear a spooky sound, just keep walking." "wow, that's really specific." (1x09)

"your friends tried to kill me!" "she kidnapped you!" "SHE THREW MUD IN MY FACE AND SOME GOT IN MY MOUTH!" (2x02)

"whatever. guess we'll kill you in the morning." "that's more like it!"

"they're dad is dead, and you lied about it! and they're our friends; it's wrong." "you squash innocent creatures to make magic pancakes!"

"but how did you-" "i smashed it. yup." "hmm. well, accidents happen." "—on purpose." "...i'm sure you had a good reason."

"i just want to make sure you're still on mission, not just... having fun." "uh, you built a zip line today." "I TOOK NO JOY IN THAT!"

"you've got it, my smooth-skulled friend!" (2x04)

"the name's captain villads. the 'd' is silent." "there's a 'd'?" "arr." "wait, there's a silent 'r'?" "narr." "oh, okay, so it's just the silent 'd' then." "aye!" "ahh, so there's an—”

"my left eye was taken by a flock of mutinous seagulls." "uhh, wow. and what about your right eye?" "don't know. came at me from me left."

"nailed it! squawk!" "did he just say the word 'squawk'?"

"maybe, if i'm brave enough to go into it, and face the storm, that's how i'll make the connection." "or it'll blow you up until you’re dead."

"you are witnessing history." "that is great. would you rate the service you received today as 'excellent'?"

"i may have found a creative solution, something that could save lives." "well, go on." "behold!" "...it's a rock." (2x05)

"i've never actually, y'know, killed anyone." "oh. well, maybe someday. never give up on your dreams!" (2x06)

“but is it really so wrong?” “yes.” “...is it, though?” “yes.” “is it?” “YES.” (2x08)

"he can't be like this! HE CAN’T EVEN COUNT SYLLABLES!”

"am i be needing a boat?"

“wow. this must be the biggest tree in the world! what do you call it?” “a tree.” (3x02)

“if my interpretation is correct—and it is—she suggested an unusual way in which your body might… accommodate your sword.” (3x03)

"horses need hay. i am bringing hay to the horses. very hungry horses need hay! hungry, hungry horses." (3x05)

“soren, wait! the hay is… glowing.” “yeah. yeah, it is. so?” “nothing. it’s pretty neat.” “thanks, man. hay’s the best.”

"is this... the afterlife?" "no, it's still just... the life... still. you're alive." (3x08)

"sorry. not funny. bad joke." (4x01)

"am i about to vandalize an ancient book?" (4x02)

"hey! pick on someone your own size." "this dragon's much bigger than me. also, who are you?" (4x05)

"but, enough about my pajamas, Claudia. you have to stop trying to release the greatest evil the world has ever known!" "ughhh, i knew you wouldn't understand." (4x07)

“i’m just gonna stab him.” (4x09)

“soon, i’ll have you feeling like a tree in the springtime. re-leaved.” (5x01)

“BLOOD OF CHILD!” "sir! she needs sleep.” “blood of child...” “better.” (5x02)

“‘oh, rayla, the last dragonguard, what did you do to try and stop the fallen star?’ ‘well, i did what the queen told me and sat on my hands.’” (5x03)

“i don’t want to get your hopes up, but i think i might’ve seen your dad’s bum shimmy just a little.”

“is this a creepy whistling battle? ‘cause… i don’t think we can outcreep this guy.” (4x06)

“goods i got by doing… crimes.” “now what goods, exactly, are you sellin’?” “let’s just say these goods are so good, they should call ‘em greats!”

"AH, NO! ME SMOKE BEES!!!!"

“don’t feel bad. if i was a giant sea monster, i would eat you.” “really? aw, thank you.” (5x07)

“are you mixing the pentapus ink… with your own blood?” “it’s a spell, terry, not a pudding recipe.” (5x09)

"our baby was so cute. and he’s grown into quite the strapping young homunculus. are you telling me you can’t see the resemblance? he has my lovely eyes. i’m afraid his voice must be from your side of the family.”

“i don’t know. smash it, throw it off a cliff, get a giant, super-sharp axe and KA-CHOP, you know? we could get creative.” (6x01)

“i’ve never seen a mushroom like this.” “yeah, me neither. you think it’s edible?” “no, and please don’t find out.” (6x02)

“guess i can always use a pile of loose planks as a blanket. hey, i invented a ‘planket.’” (6x03)

“wait, is everyone else wearing blindfolds too?” “that is a joke.” “yeah, it’s funny.” (6x04)

“alright, i’m just gonna ask; why do you wear those?” “why do we wear underwear?” “no-”

“where’d you get that… comically large block of ice?” (6x05)

“i may be a child, but i know how to count.” (6x07)

"i’d definitely told you if i was dead.” “no. no, you wouldn’t have.” (7x01)

“i mean, at the end of the day, you’re at the top of the org chart.” “we have an org chart?” (7x05)

“i came on my own.” “for what purpose?” “‘to save your… posterior.’ she wants you to know that she used a different word… than posterior.”

“SALAD GUY!” “oh, good. somebody does know me!”

“see? it’s just sap.” “how do we know it’s not magic sap? corvus, check it.” “confirmed. regular sap.”

“we’ve been sitting here eating dessert, rayla. DESSERT.” (6x06)

“well, i don’t want you here.” “you mean, you don’t want you here?” “i said that! but not me you. you you!” “me?” “yes.” “me.” “no. oh, what am i doing? i’m talking to myself.” “yes, you am.”

“you say potato, i say po-tah-to…” “just so you know… it’s potato.” “um, no. that’s the whole point.” “don’t even get him started on tomatoes.” (7x09)

I’m making a The Dragon Prince once said video: Reply with your favorite quotes if you want (It’ll be helpful if you also include the season and episode)

[pynkhues]

I'm sorry, but Lestat being the wealthy businessman this is ridiculous

I mean, anyone can do anything in an AU, and I'm not interested in policing that. People can and should write what they want - like I said last night, that's part of what should make fandom a fun and exciting place! - but I do think it would probably take a really skilled writer to make Lestat having any desk job or a career as a business man feel in-character, just to me personally. That's not to say that there aren't really skilled writers in this fandom making a whole range of different iterations of the characters work - there are! - but yeah. For me as a writer personally, I think I'd find it a tricky one to sell.

[onebizarrekai]

Apologies if it doesn't exist / sounds stupid,

Is a "Corrupted" Arthur a thing that exists? Like how in their Dreamswap Version we had Dream with red eyes, the demonic looking wings? Just curious

nah he don't, not in fatal flaws. it's just a dreamswap timeline thing because the light/dark magic thing only exists in that version of the story

[kianamaiart]

tattoo tour!

got some asks about my own tattoos! i've talked about em on my other blog but not here i think

opihi shell

this was my first tattoo! when i was little, my grandma would call me her "little opihi" because i'd stick by her side all the time and i thought it'd be an appropriate and meaningful tattoo to get.

________________________

team rocket rose

another tattoo i designed along with @/loinktattoos on insta. dedicated to my love for jessie, james and meowth. it's a rose with a blast off star and a "TR" in the leaf~

________________________

tsuta mon

my japanese side of the family's crest! my brother, mom and i all have it~

________________________

lignum vitae flower

a tattoo of jamaica's national flower to celebrate my jamaican heritage. tattooed by @/loinktattoos and designed by @/sablingart on twitter

________________________

doughnut

it's the doughnut from the kpop girl group twice's song "doughnut" LOL. it's maybe my favorite song ever (?). they also raaarely play their japanese songs outside of japan but i got to hear it live and it solidified my love for the song

________________________

arbok tattoo

much like how i love team rocket, i love arbok. i sometimes draw jessie with an arbok marking tattoo on her chest and i considered doing that too but doing it on my wrist seemed like a nice placement. plus i can make my hand look like a snake and i think that's fun

________________________

brushstroke tattoo

my first purely aesthetic tattoo and also my biggest piece! i found @/reina.asami's work on instagram and instantly fell in love with their style. a lot of their work centers around japanese culture and specifically japanese american culture. i had such a lovely conversation with them about being mixed and my experiences. we also talked about the irony of honoring our japanese heritage with tattoos haha

________________________

botan hanafuda card

one of my favorite games to play with my grandparents on my japanese side is hanafuda! i've always loved how pretty the cards looks and all the different flowers. each suit corresponds to a month and the botan is for june (my birth month)

________________________

bat

i like bats hehe. i had a tattoo themed birthday party last year where my friends made "kiana themed" tattoos and we put them on temporary tattoo sheets. but also @/loinktattoos was there to give anyone who wanted a real tattoo a real tattoo. and i got a bat designed by one of my best friends @/ghostbri, who shares my love of bats~

________________________

botan

i came across @/miyookstatto's instagram a while back and reaaaally wanted a tattoo from her at some point. problem was she was based in seattle. however! i had a wedding in seattle coming up and tried to see if i could book an appointment the day i landed and she happened to have a spot open!

________________________

wobbuffet

my most recent tattoo and maybe one of the most special. my brother and i have been wanting matching tattoos for yeaaaars but couldn't really think of anything to get. our love for pokemon was always something we had in common but he models and can't have anything copyrighted on his body. however, one of his favorite pokemon is ditto and i got the idea to just do its face because you could argue that it's just a smiley haha. so i decided to get just a wobbuffet face to match! what made it special is that we were able to tattoo each other! he did stick and poke for mine and i got to use a machine which was rad.

that's all for now!! i want more so badddd. definitely want a back piece at some point and would also love to get a little shooting star to commemorate making "i don't want to be a magical girl"

[neriyon]

I tried making a neat little graphic family tree buuuut fitting all these kids in is a pain so.... rip that idea I guess

Unnamed grandmother Puu - lived with her daughters/grandkids until her death (some time before Hawu'li was born). Unclear if she left her own parents to start the Puu family, or if she stayed to continue their traditions, as she never really talked about her origins. - Had 3 daughters: Hawu, Khona and Masha

Hawu Puu, Hawu'li's mother and the current matriarch of the Puu family. Strict and strong mother who rarely has trouble keeping the big gaggle of kids in order nor kicking out any troublemakers. Still participates in some hunts despite her age. - Had 7 daughters and 3 sons: Hawu'a, unnamed daughter 1 & 2, Hawu'to, Nhagi, unnamed daughter 3 & 4, Hawu'li, Poki and Una

Khona Puu, middle sister of the ladies running the Puu family. Phenomenal tracker, who seems to know the woods like the back of her hand, but also which herbs and plants work best for poisons and antidotes. - Has unspecified number of daughters and a single son, Khona'a.

Masha Puu, youngest of the original 3 Puu sisters. Sharpest eye and aim of the whole family, she used to be the one to lead hunting trips with Hawu until having her own kids. Nowadays she mostly focuses on making and maintaining weapons the family uses, but sometimes joins the younger generation on hunts if not busy with her girls. - Has 3 unnamed daughters, who are youngest of all the cousins.

Rest just get thrown on bulletpoint list:

Hawu'a is the oldest of all kids, and without a doubt Hawu's favorite. He's a strong, stoic and a great hunter, so pretty much the perfect son in her eyes. Still lives in the Shroud and visits home regularily, bringing gifts from his hunts every time.

Hawu'to is complete opposite of his older bro - smart and studious with a sharp tongue. Ever since he started showing less intrest in hunting and more in studying, he and his older brother have been at odds. He eventually left for Sharlayan, where he's still living and working as a scientist. Never visits, has "frigid at best" relationship with his mother and outright hostile relationship with Hawu'a.

Khona'a is the one who first taught Hawu'li magic! He's about the same age as Hawu'to, and left the family sometime after him (but on better terms). Huge sweetheart but a bit of a trickster, he learned some minor spells on his travels, and while visiting home showed them to his younger siblings and cousins. Also the one who encouraged Hawu'li to learn more magic, especially healing, as "world could always use more of those".

Nhagi and 2 of the unnamed older sisters of Hawu'li have left the family to start their own. Nhagi specifically is the one Hawu'li sees most, as she lives in Gridania and has a kid she often asks Hawu'li to babysit (when he's not off saving the world lol)

Other 2 unnamed older sisters as well as Poki and Una (twins) still live home with their mother. Older two mostly handle hunting, as well as teaching it to the younger two.

2/13/25

#wolquestion #wolqotd

What does your wol(oc)'s family tree look like?

[the-cooler-harmonybot]

me after making a character (villain) that does so many bad things but as deliberate choices that conflict with their morals which is still bad regardless of guilt they may feel. and at the same time she's not "intrinsically evil," nor do they enjoy it in any way. and also they come across neurodivergent, and i don't want THOSE traits to be demonised. and they do still have lines they won't cross which is interesting compared to other characters but they are very very awful still and state this themself: hm i think. i think i did a little more nuance than i needed to here. i'm sure i won't mess that up and people will read things as intended and in good faith :)

[pamwritessometimes]

Dig That Crazy Santa Claus

Russell Shaw x reader

A Tuesday's Gone Christmas drabble

Summary: Your daughter may have uncovered her dad's greatest secret ever.

Warnings: none

A/N: Surprise, haha! I couldn’t resist — I had to write a little drabble about their first Christmas together. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you!

Wordcount: 810

The house was dressed for the holidays in all its mismatched glory. The tree leaned a bit too far to the left, decked with candy canes and glittery, uneven ornaments. But it was perfect, because this was your first Christmas as a family of three, and you had gone all out: stockings hung by the fireplace, wreaths everywhere, and enough gingerbread to open your own shop. 

Yet, instead of the excited squeals you’d been expecting from a five-year-old, there was… silence.

Emma sat on the couch, arms crossed and lips pursed in a pout that could rival the Grinch.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Russell asked after noticing her little frown. His tone was light, but his brow was furrowed with concern. “You look like someone just canceled Christmas.”

“No one canceled anything” Emma mumbled, staring daggers at the floor.

You and Russell exchanged puzzled looks. Emma wasn’t usually subtle when upset. She was more of a dramatic-foot-stomping, full-volume protest kind of kid. This… this was new.

“Sweetheart” you tried, sitting down beside her and gently brushing her hair back. “Whatever’s bothering you, you can tell us. Did Misha eat your gingerbread man? Did Daddy burn the cinnamon rolls again?”

Russell shot you a playful glare but stayed focused on the scowling little girl. But Emma’s pout just deepened and gave you no reply.

“Okay, we’re going to need reinforcements” Russell muttered, plopping down on her other side. “Em, I’ll trade you a cookie for the truth… two cookies.”

Emma huffed but didn’t take the bait.

“Three cookies” Russell tried, wiggling his brows.

Nothing.

“Alright, we’re getting desperate here” he sighed. “I can give you four cookies, but that’s my final–’

She glared at him, her cheeks puffing with frustration. Finally, she burst out, cutting him off, “I saw Santa’s clothes!”

Both you and Russell blinked in unison.

“Santa’s clothes?” you repeated.

“In your room! Hanging with Daddy’s stuff!” Emma exclaimed, her voice quivering with the sheer weight of her discovery. “You’ve been lying to me! Santa’s not real!”

Russell’s eyes widened, and then, like a true master of improvisation, he leaned back with a dramatic gasp. “Emma Grace, do you know what you’ve just done?”

Uh-oh. He broke out the full name.

“What?” she asked, her pout faltering slightly.

“You’ve stumbled upon the biggest secret in the whole world.”

Her frown faltered, curiosity creeping into her expression.

“What secret?”

Russell leaned in close, lowering his voice like they were co-conspirators. “What I’m about to tell you is top-secret. You can’t tell anyone, not even your little school friends, ‘kay?”

Emma nodded solemnly, her earlier betrayal temporarily forgotten.

Russell leaned a bit closer, and whispered, “The truth is… I am Santa.”

Emma’s mouth dropped open. “No, you’re not!”

“Think about it” Russell said, tapping her temple. “Have you ever seen Santa and me in the same room?”

Emma squinted suspiciously. “...No.”

“And how do you think all those presents get here every year? Magic? Nah, it’s hard work, bug. I’ve got a sleigh parked in a top-secret location, and those reindeer? They’re on a strict carrot diet.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh at his earnest delivery.

“But… you don’t have white beard!” Emma challenged, crossing her arms.

“Ah” Russell said, stroking his dark stubbled chin. “That’s my disguise. Can’t have people recognizing me at the grocery store, can I? Imagine the chaos.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she was intrigued now, her earlier anger melting into suspicion laced with wonder.

“If you’re Santa…” she started. ”Why do you live here and not at the North Pole?”

“Budget cuts” he said solemnly, earning a stifled laugh from you. “And between us, your mom’s cookies? Way better than the elves’. They get jealous, but I don’t care.”

That finally got a giggle out of her. “You’re just making this up!”

“Am I?” he countered, raising a brow. “Now, you cannot tell anyone, not even your friends. If word gets out, it’ll blow my cover. Deal?”

Emma hesitated, then slowly extended her pinky. Russell hooked his pinky with hers, sealing the pact.

“So… you’re really Santa?” she whispered, eyes sparkling with childlike excitement now.

“The one and only.” Russell nodded gravely.

Later that evening, as she cuddled up between the two of you in front of the fireplace, a mug of hot cocoa in front of her on the coffee table, Emma glanced up at Russell.

“If you’re Santa, can I ride in your sleigh someday?”

He grinned, ruffling her hair. “Sorry, kid. Only bad ones stay up that late. And you don’t wanna get on the naughty list, do ya?”

She shook her head and snuggled closer to him.

As Emma drifted off to sleep, her head resting against Russell’s arm, you leaned over with a soft smile. “Santa, huh?”

Russell shrugged, looking entirely pleased with himself. “What can I say? I’m a man of many hats. And apparently, one big red suit.”

I hope you enjoyed this little holiday treat, haha! Wishing you all a wonderful day and the happiest of holidays, loves!

xx Pam

🤍Taglist🤍

@bitchykittenconnoisseur @smoothdogsgirl @spnfamily-j2 @winchesterwild78 @deans-spinster-witch @deans-baby-momma @zepskies @kr804573 @sebastianstangirl01 @kmc1989 @drakelover78 @amberlthomas @lomlbuckybarnes @n-o-p-e-never @roseblue373

[kyupidu]

hello1! 1! 1 id like to ask for a yandere glisten x reader if ur comfy w it :3 u can also add headcanons if u like! (Can u also make reader a magical girl toon? Its just that my dw oc is one and I just like to mention my oc x canons here haha) (つω`*)

● Perfect.

Yandere!Glisten x fem!reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, forced affection(?), tied up reader, maybe ooc glisten(?) maybe spelling mistakes, idk.

Notes: hai! Sorry it took me a bit to make your request i barely have any inspiration which is also why its so short and crappy. On that same note I wasn't sure how to put reader being a magical girl into this so I just made reader female, sorry I hope you still enjoy tho!

Oh you were so perfect for him weren't you?

Like two puzzles pieces, you and him were made for each other. He needed you, and you needed him. Or well so he thought. But it didn't matter what you thought, after all your the one who's tied up.

Glisten thought as he studied you in your bound state. "You understand why I had to do this right?" He said as he fiddled with the light pink ribbon he had tied you with. It was the same he wore, you looked perfect with it. You looked perfect with.. him.

Your muffled cries were ignored as he caressed your face with a loving look on his face. "You just kept giving others your attention, it's was so annoying. Your eyes belong to me, why would you wanna stare at anyone else??" He said looking at you with an annoyed look on his face.

"Atleast that wont be a problem anymore, now you will only look at me." He said caressing your face only to be interrupted by you turning your head away from him and squirming trying to get away. Letting out a heavy sigh and forcing you to look at him "Stop being such a brat! Or that pretty face will be adorned with bruises." He said looking at you angrily.

You quickly stopped not wanting to be hurt more than you already were, after all you thought that glisten was your friend, someone you could trust. You wished you could've known, maybe that would've saved you from this fate. "Good girl. You can't run from me... literally." He said laughing at his own joke "Because no matter how far you go, I'll always find you." He said holding your face with both of his hands.

Oh he loved you so much, he would do anything for you. He yearned for you. He could never get enough of you. He wished you loved him as much as he loved you, hopefully eventually you'll get used to being with him. Because you would never leave. You were made for him, you were where you belong. So you will stay perfectly with him, forever.

[twistedpink]

Who’s your valentine? @/cafekitsune banner

And the spinner says…

Malleus + complicated + coparenting (modern!au, ~1000 words)

You never thought you’d stoop to this level- the dignified manager of a strip mall Spellphora reduced to this. Crying your eyes out to a telenovela with bad subtitles and an even worse plot. Totally freaking alone on valentines day. It’s your own fault, really. Maybe it’s all the karmic debt you’ve accumulated for working in a chain, or, maybe you need to manifest Malleus Draconia getting hit by a hoverboard harder! Bring on the subliminals, baby!!

That scandalously pretty (and formal in the same way a middle schooler with a briefcase is) Wand Topic goth held your teenage servicing heart and crushed it between his glossy acrylics.

You’re taking it back,, The hangouts, the free samples, and active use of your fucking email for anything but work! It’s all going in your flippy top Kuromi trash can (curtesy of he who shall not be named), and out of your stupid head!

Your notes app is full of amateur poetry and movie recommendations that you would never watch by yourself, because they’re all dumb and you hate it. You hate the whole five pages! But he made them good in the moment. With his cheating fairy makeup magic and inappropriately expensive earrings- he could make anything sound good. Why are all your situationships so profoundly dramatic and sad? Has no one heard of the casual fling to fifty year marriage pipeline??

At this point you wish he hexed you, then your insurance would fund some old fashioned retail therapy, but on your fourth Valentine’s Day alone it hits you. Maybe your shitty ex wasn’t that shitty. God, maybe he was right! All those burnt vapes gave him the clairvoyance to yell a prophecy at your kiosk before he stormed off with a barely safe amount of clearance lipgloss-

“You’re the problem”. (Subtracting the colourful language, obvi) And the only respite for your five month celibacy streak is the freezer burnt ice cream you’re shoving down your sorry gullet,, It’s not like it matters! If you get your way, he’ll never show his face again. As anyone in your position would, you sigh melodramatically into your teeny-tiny living room.

it feels so good that you dare doing it again, despite your uppity next door neighbours.

And the third one (which was going to be the best!) is cut off by a clunky knock at your storm door- it’s way too rainy to get mugged by the knee knocking cartel, but you open it anyways on the off chance Amazon has a gift for you. You cross your fingers for a hunky delivery man, ready to whisk you away from Netflix and mope!

But it’s not, because it just so happens goths are historically terrible at not moping- You look the soaking wet, insufferably sexy Malleus Draconia top to bottom in feigned judgement. From the tip of his embroidered Nurse Martens to the peak of his ebony horns catching rain like a Soda bottle to condensation, and back down to his hands cradling a travel crate like his life depends on it.

Damn, you’d still let him hit no matter what Cater says about his “Victorian girdle”..

“If I may join your evening to share it’s warmth with Gao-Gao, he would be quite grateful.”

And because you’re an aching hearted freak for wittle wizards (totally not to resolve your aching loins) (or the satisfaction of putting that self Defense baseball bat in action), you welcome the guys in with hospitality that would make Snow White weep

“Uh.. Duh! Sure, whatever. I have fresh towels. You probably still know where they are, haha..”

He gives you a grateful nod when you step aside, and the way he unfurls to full height after hunching over his precious cargo is always monstrously hot. You send yourself scrambling for the space heater (still very much vibrating from the inside, with a little ice cream crusted on your lip), no matter how embarrassed you are, Gao-Gao does not deserve to die from the cold! Malleus told you once the gecko intends on going to Valhalla, and you insisted he’s owed it for being such a good boy! (you’re also inclined to agree with any man that has a ninety degree jawline)

Gao-Gao nuzzles against your pinkie affectionately when you put some powdered feed into his crate. He ate three days ago- and you know that because you’re his pet sitter. Holding onto the little guy was easy when Malleus was away- but on pickup when his little brother showed up he thanked you. Said that Malleus didn’t have any other friends, and you couldn’t just leave him to the “adult loneliness” wolves.. So you hung out with him for awhile, and he only got cuter. That’s where it exploded in your face.

It was never his fault. You just got a bad case of the feels- on a little work party when you got hammered, Malleus took the brunt of it. Cater cheered you on in your sexless, drunken rage so well that you just blocked the guy,, And you have no idea why he’s here now.

“So,,, what’s wrong? Why’d you show up?”

“I understand I was unable to text your phone, but we had scheduled a “hanging out”, and now we can resume watching cinema! Gao-Gao is very excited with the prospect.”

You let the silence linger- and not to be mean, either. You’re just marinating in your drunk stupidity. Poor Malleus has no clue what’s going on! His own phone goes out all the time, and it’s not like you canceled, or even officially quit.. This is the worst. Not even your last breakup (pretty bad), or telling Cater that he was demoted (he literally asked to step down. Still sucked) measures up. THIS is rock bottom.

But, you’re used to being on the bottom. From scraping your way out of college only to land some mall-cop ass job better suited to someone in their teens, and all those infamously bad guys you’ve groveled to. Only Malleus (sweet, old man in a young body Malleus) bothered to spend the time reteaching you that you deserve to be spoiled- you deserve friends, and fun, and so many more pet sitting gigs with pintrestable animals.

You’re worth it. Even if it’s complicated, even if you can’t have him the way you want right now, you’ve got the rest of your life to pull it off!

(And to unblock him. That’s probably a good idea.) So for tonight you’ll enjoy the temporary simplicity, and have an unforgettable time with your best friends.

“Yeah! Let’s totally watch some “cinema”, Mally. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Ah! A Happy Valentines to you as well!”

God this is scary!!!!!!!! I’ve never done an event before, so please leave some comments abt your feelings with it! Much love, thanks for reading <3

(My amazing beta reader @/Echosofmortality helped SO much with getting this published!)

[muffinsin]

Hiya! If you’re up for it could you possibly write something where magic child reader is running from some hunters or something kill her but runs into Daniela who protects her, and reader becomes the only thing she’s semi responsible with. And maybe Alcina, Bela, and Cassandra were against it at first until they see how careful and maternal Dani is with her?

(I’m gonna be so honest rn, this is heavily based off of Jinx and Ishas relationship in arcane. Idk if you watch it but if you don’t you definitely should!:])

Awhh, I love this! Haha yeah, I’ve seen arcane and loved it!🙌 especially jinx and isha of course, sweet bunnies

Masterlists

Daniela is hunting as usual, happy, carefree, rambling to herself occaisonally about this and that, anything that crosses her mind, from speaking dialogue from her daydreams out loud to things she thinks of saying to her sisters when she's back, all the way to things she wishes she had said some time prior to this

She's giggling to herself when she thinks of something fun, frowning when she thinks of something she deems stupid

Her sickle is held tightly in her hand and while she swarms and walks at a comfortable pace, it can fool anyone

She is, after all, ready to pounce

Ready to sprint, ready to chase

Ready to capture and snatch

Ready to feast on some unsuspecting, or better yet: terrified, prey

While she loves to hunt, she doesn't think all that much of it

There's not often times when she's surprised still

She knows this, after all

She knows these woods, knows the trees and the rocks and the muddy paths and the moss-covered ground and the little pond rather far from the castle

She knows of the deer, the bears, the wolves, the rabbits and squirrels, the occaisonal boars

She knows of the lycans

And she knows of the hunters and the occaisonal villagers and very rare outsiders that get lost in the thick, deep forest

Overall, Daniela is very confident as she hunts

She's fast, precise, strong, can avoid attacks quite easily

And still, she finds herself gasping suddenly, when something hard rushes into her from the side, something she hasn't anticipated nor braced herself for, something she didn't hear approach her over the loud thoughts in her head

She's knocked to the ground, scowling angrily, ready to slice whatever body crashed into her to bits

But then, golden eyes fall on this body

The body, belonging to a child

She watches you, sees you tremble and whine a little, your eyes wide and fearful, but holding a glimmer of hope in them

It's rare to find a child in the woods. At least at this side of the woods, she thinks. Most of the time they know not to wander in too far, trusting hunters to bring them back from the village. She can't help but wonder: are you from the village? You look, different, almost like an outsider

But what would bring an outsider child here?

And what has startled you so?

It seems, this at least is about to be answered

She raises her eyebrow as three figures approach, their faces covered by their hoods at first, but it's clear they are three bulky men, reach holding a weapon

One, a knife

Another, something that looks like a...gun?

She isn't so sure, but her golden eyes flicker to it curiously. It looks custom made, like instead of shooting bullets it shoots a harpoon-like spike. At the side is a handle, almost to reel the shot person in to finish them off

She giggles quietly. Cassie's going to love this!

The last man is armed what appears to be a proper gun, held tight to his chest

She scoffs. Mortals and their guns. She doesn't get it, has never gotten it

She prefers being up close and personal

To see the fear in her prey's eyes

To see them widen, to watch as they struggle to stay open, to coo and laugh as her prey falls

She demonstrates this, easily

Even before the men-things can make a move, she lunges at them

She's fast, the fastest out of her sisters, and unpredictable

They turn, lost, adorable almost, helpless

One falls, and she laughs

Another falls, and she licks the blood from the blade of her sickle

The last falls to the floor so very soon already, unable to put up much of a fight, utterly surprised not only by her presence, but her strenght and speed especially

She picks the modified gun off the floor, humming to herself quietly

When she hears another noise by her side, the child again, she looks back at you

You don't speak, or don't seem to, at least. She doesn't mind. She doesn't always like it when people speak, anyway

When their words blur, when they come back at her at night or when she's stressed. When they haunt her already rather delusional mind when she least expects it

When they poison her with their lies...

You don't speak. You don't offer up words that might taunt her someday

You only stare at her with those wide eyes of yours, and she stares back at you, in return

She isn't sure what to say. There's no children at the castle, and she stays away from the ones at the village. She isn't sure what to say or do, or even what to do with you

Normally, she would haul outsiders back to the castle

Not this time, though she will return the fancy, modified gun for her sister. Cassandra always praises her for her finds

Instead, she only looks around you, raising her eyebrow as her eyes fall on the rough-looking hat now laying on the ground besides you. A helmet- a hat- she doesn't know, doesn't care. She knows what her sisters would say, given they were here

She knows how they would shoo you away, cradle her elbows and raise gentle hands to her back and guide her away

Like she's unstable, mentally, like she's going to take you in and force you to become a part of her fantasy life

Granted, this is what awaits most that pull her attention to them

Lovers, usually, forced to play along in the role she has assigned for them, killed on the spot when they fail to do so or do anything to threaten the fragile thing she calls her reality

Friends, sometimes, forced to act casual with a sickle by her throat as Daniela laughs and jokes, sharing gossip like nothing odd is happening at all

They too die when they fail to play along properly

"I'm not unstable!", she wants to yell, but refrains from doing so. She's not unstable, she won't yell at air in front of someone. Most of the time, at least. She's just a little...delusional, her expectation of love, of romance, of friends, of her whole life, a little different than reality, altered by the countless books she has read and the countless happy endings she has read about

What about her happy ending?

Can she not get one? Only because she's a monster?

It's what the maidens call her

Her, her sisters, her mother

So why don't monsters get a happy end?

It isn't fair!

She sighs, shaking her head, urging herself to just listen to the voices in her head, the ones belonging to her sisters this time

Instead of taking you in, she only grabs the hat and puts it back on your head, ignoring how you still do nothing but look up at her with wide eyes

She turns to you, giggling to herself again before she moves away again, deciding to return to the castle

Most would be relieved to have survived an encounter with her

Most would flee, run for their lives

You run in a different direction, though

You follow her

"What?", she asks, oblivously noticing the loud, but small footsteps behind her

She turns to you, but you don't talk. You only look at her, making little noises, whines almost, at the back of your throat, and briefly she wonders whether you can even talk

She shrugs it off for the time being, continues walking

But you only follow, and she only lets you

She doesn't want you to go, but the voices in her head warn her not to take you in, not to doom you as she seems to doom all others around her, all but her family

Her loving, caring family. Her family, who would not approve of this

Maybe they will understand it was fate, though

You gasp when she suddenly turns to you again and picks you up, her pretty, golden eyes set on you again

She doesn't speak for a moment, as though appreciative of the silence

Then, she lifts you to her hip, humming a little when you hold onto the soft, strong fabric of her dress

"I'll keep you safe", Daniela whispers, determined

You won't get hurt

She won't hurt you

She's saved you from those men. She can save you from herself, too

She won't hurt you

She won't push you away

You continue on with her. Occaisonally you walk on your own, sticking close to her

At other times she carries you, humming to herself, occasionally giggling as though someone had told a joke

You don’t understand, but you don’t need to

You decide; you like her

She’s quiet, sometimes. At other times she talks. Sometimes to you, at other times seemingly to herself

She’s quiet, but energetic

She skips with you, giggling when you copy her

She’s saved you, of course

She’s strong, even when she doesn’t look it, and she’s beautiful. She smells of blood, but she seems so kind

You feel safe with her

You feel a safety you haven’t felt in a long time

She brings you to the castle, hides you out of sight for the first day or so

She brings you food and water while you adjust to being in her room

It’s large, a little chaotic

You find various things scattered about, shelves full of all kinds of things, as though she picked up many hobbies in her life but never quite stuck to one

Aside from reading. The strange, but soothing lady has a lot of books

Books, which she reads to you from

She originally only picks up a book, content to go on reading while you eat. She’s been told she can be a little overbearing at times

But you don’t seek distance, or solitude

With a little difficulty, you climb onto her high, large bed, your piece of bread and candy held in your hands

She watches, cooing quietly as you do so, her golden eyes set on you

When you curl up by her side, your little body pressing against her stomach and your head resting against her soft chest, you seem comfortable enough

She reads, out loud, without you even having to ask

You love it

You don’t remember the last time someone’s read something to you

At such a young age, and with the life this area offers, you aren’t best at reading just yet

Secretly, you can’t help but hope she might teach you

After all, she reads so nicely…

Her voice is soft, and changes slightly in its tone whenever she reads dialogue between people

It makes you giggle, and the sound, cheerful, genuine, makes her giggle and has her heart ache with affection in return

She doesn’t care for the fact she’s only met you this very same day

Such things have never mattered to her, and often enough, with how many decades she has lived and how much time she spends in a somewhat delusional state, time matters little to her

She holds you close to her in no time, even, and you love it

She’s just so…maternal, and caring

Sure, sometimes she chatters to herself, or giggles out of nowhere, or snaps at the maidens

But she cares for you, deeply

She makes you laugh, and she makes you feel safe

She makes you feel appreciated, and loved, all within the short time you know one another

She keeps you hidden for a little while longer, sneaking you to the kitchens for midnight snacks, letting you roam the halls when she knows her sisters are busy somewhere

And still, it was clear that eventually someone would notice

Bela is the first to spot you

Her worried, golden eyes find you as you cling to her sister, giggling at her

She’s playing with your hat, playfully tapping it

You don’t mind that her fingers are bloody, don’t mind the metallic scent that lingers on her

And even as she doesn’t interrupt immediately, you notice another woman’s eyes linger on you. A brunette, now

Then, a tall woman, taller than you’ve ever seen

But the nice, pretty woman that took you in reassures you; she’ll keep you safe, there’s no need to be fearful at all

“Dani…”

You perk up

Is that the lady’s name? She didn’t tell you, almost like she didn’t think of it. To be fair, though, she doesn’t know yours yet, either

You hold a little tighter onto her when you feel her hold you closer. She holds you to her chest, sighing, almost like she’s protecting you once again

“It’s not like that!”, she argues

She won’t hurt you!

Not this time

It isn’t like that…! You’re here because you want to be! She’s sure of it!

The three other women don’t look convinced

You catch the eyes of the tall one, but quickly look away again, nuzzling your nose and cheeks against Daniela’s neck instead

You like her scent. She always covers the metallic one of blood with sweet perfume

A little like a flower, and candy

You hope she will get you to smell like that, too

At the sight of this, though, the three women pause

They take in the look of the situation

Daniela doesn’t clutch you to her. Her fingers don’t dig into your skin, her grin is not bruising and draws no blood

Her face is relaxed, though her expression shows a little annoyance at their interference

There’s no hint at all of anything suggesting she might be stuck in some delusion of hers

She’s brought you here not out of some fantasy, some fairytale-like dream to raise you until she slips from the fantasy and gets bored

She seems…genuinely. Maternal, even

She holds you gently, supports your weight easily

Occasionally, she reaches up to adjust your hat, smiling warmly when you giggle

She’s so…gentle, with you

They’ve never quite seen her like this…

Her love, her gentleness, always comes with something darker

To others, at least, any who are not her sisters or mother

But you seem different

You sport no marks, no bruises, no bites or cuts, no dried tears

No sign that she has accidentally mistreated you

And as such, they draw back a little

They linger still, offering to help care for you here and there

It’s not unheard of that Daniela tends to forget feeding those around her

But their interference is not needed

You’re fed by her, a large plate placed in front of you

She talks while you eat, rambling about this and that

She moves her sickle, fast, precise, the display an almost elegant one

But she would never hurt you, and the blade not once grazes your skin

She will never hurt you, you know

You’re safe, now

[sunnysidesevenup]

Yuichi Dorm SSR

Vignette under the cut

A Little Silly - Part I

Ace: Hey, Yu— WOAH! Why are all these boxes here?

Ace: I can hardly see anything. Hey, Yuu?!

Yuichi: Ace?

Ace: There you are! What are you doing?

Yuichi: Oh, sorry for the mess. I was looking for fabric.

Ace: Okay…. And you need fabric, why?

Yuichi: I’m sewing.

Ace: Uh… elaborate a little more, maybe?

Yuichi: The Headmage told me I needed a housewarden uniform, but, well…

Yuichi: He gave me an old one. It’s over there.

Ace: Where?

Yuichi: Right there.

Ace: What? Those rags? No way.

Yuichi: Yeah…

Ace: He expected you to wear that?

Yuichi: I guess so. I decided to make myself a uniform instead.

Ace: Yeah, I don’t blame you. I didn’t know you could sew, though.

Yuichi: It’s my hobby.

Yuichi: Although I wish I had a sewing machine, I’m stuck doing this all by hand.

Ace: Is it that hard?

Yuichi: Well, look at my hands.

Ace: WOAH! Are you okay? That’s a lot of bandages.

Yuichi: I’m fine. I just keep stabbing myself on accident. Grim made it worse.

Ace: That’s not really the definition of “fine”, dude, but okay. Is that why Grim isn’t with you?

Yuichi: Yeah, I banished him while I’m working.

Ace: Ha! Bet he hated that.

Yuichi: He really did. I’ll need to buy him tuna to make up for it.

Ace: He’ll complain all day if you don’t.

Ace: So… What type of uniform are you making? Something fancy?

Yuichi: Maybe. I could have matching bows with Grim—that would be cute, right?

Ace: Are you going for “cute”? Haha, I didn’t know you liked stuff like that.

Yuichi: Well, I don’t know if it will look good on me. What do you think?

Ace: Hey, don’t ask me. I just got handed my Heartslabyul uniform and that was it, I didn’t have to worry about designing anything.

Yuichi: You’re not very helpful.

Ace: Hey! I’m plenty helpful.

Yuichi: Hmm…

Ace: Don’t look at me like that, dude.

Ace: How long is this going to take you, anyways?

Yuichi: A month, maybe?

Ace: A MONTH?

Yuichi: Hand sewing, remember?

Ace: Right…

-

A Little Silly - Part 2

Ace: So, would you like any help with the uniform?

Yuichi: No offense, but I don’t really trust you.

Ace: Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?

Yuichi: …

Ace: Stop that! I could help with magic, okay?

Yuichi: No thanks.

Ace: Fine, but I’m not offering again.

Yuichi: That’s fine.

Yuichi: But hey, at least the finished thing will be a fun surprise.

Yuichi: I can show you first before anyone else, if you’d like?

Ace: Why would I care about something like that?

Yuichi: …

Yuichi: Alright, I guess I can show Deuce before you then.

Ace: I see what you’re doing.

Yuichi: Is it working?

Ace: Yeah.

Ace: Don’t you DARE show Deuce before me.

Yuichi: Haha, okay.

Yuichi: I might have to show Grim before you though. He lives here.

Ace: Fine. But no one else!

Ace: I want to make fun of you first if it looks bad.

Yuichi: …

Yuichi: That’s not really a vote of confidence.

Yuichi: I’m hoping it DOESN’T look bad.

Ace: I guess we’ll see.

Yuichi: I guess we will.

-

A Little Silly - Part 3

- One Month Later -

Ace: Yuu, I got your text—where are you?

Yuichi: In my room! Give me a second.

Ace: What are you doing?

Yuichi: I finished my housewarden uniform.

Ace: Oh! I almost forgot about that. Are you trying it on now?

Yuichi: Yeah.

Yuichi: Okay, here. How do I look?

Ace: …

Yuichi: It’s a little silly, right? Haha, I feel like I’m at the theatre.

Yuichi: Ace?

Ace: …It looks good.

Yuichi: Oh, really? I was scared for a second when you didn’t say anything.

Ace: What’s with the, uh, tattered ends of your coat?

Yuichi: Oh! I decided to use the old uniform the Headmage gave me for it. I think it looks a little cool.

Yuichi: Do I fit in with the other housewardens now?

Ace: You know a fancy outfit still isn’t going to make you a real housewarden, right?

Yuichi: Obviously. Let me have my fun.

Ace: Well, you DO fit in better now.

Yuichi: Really?

Ace: Yeah.

Ace: Hey… Maybe I’ll get you to make me some clothes, now that I know you’re decent at it.

Yuichi: I’m not making you free clothes.

Ace: What?! Why not? I could save a ton of money!

Yuichi: Woah… You really know NOTHING about sewing, do you?

Ace: Huh?

Yuichi: Then again, with YOUR clothes…

Yuichi: Maybe I’ll give you a friend’s discount. I feel kind of bad for you.

Ace: Wait, what does THAT mean?

Yuichi: …

Ace: Yuu? Wh—Yuichi! Don’t just walk away!

Ace: What’s wrong with my clothes?!

[stardustamaryllis78]

Hey, do you guys remember when these two were actually compelling characters?

Yeah, neither do I.

Bait is by far the most interesting character of these three and I'm not even joking.

But lets start at the beginning shall we?

Let's start off with Callum, the protagonist.

He is the son of Queen Sarai and step son of King Harrow 🐦 and the big brother of Prince or King Ezran, depends on which part of the show you're on. I guess spoiler if you haven't got past episode 3 where Pip dies and Harrow is forced to eat bird food for the rest of his life. (I have MASSIVE feelings about that "plot twist" but that's a potential post for another day.)

He struggles with the idea of being a prince because he believes he's not good at horse riding and sword fighting, things a prince should be good at.

Ignore the horse, Bait is the one clearly in charge, Callum doesn't know what he's doing.

All (kind of) jokes aside, he was dorky without being too annoying and him getting the Sky Primal Stone which in turn allowed him to use Sky magic which made him feel like he was for once good at something was interesting to watch, especially after he had to smash it to hatch a dying Zym and learn the Sky Arcanum through other means. A good well rounded character.

Then we have Rayla, who used to be one of my favourite characters.

Not anymore.

She was originally so snarky, sassy and feisty but in such a fascinating kind of way. She also had a kind and gentle heart and would do anything to help those in need. Plus, she had the inner struggle of being an assassin who cannot kill but that didn't really matter because she used her skills for the greater good anyway.

Its a shame her first and only kill in the show came in the form of herself.

Character assassination at its finest.

How did Rayla go from this:

To this:

Best Dragonguard of the century guys 👏

From a girl who would do anything to help others in need, even a dragon that would torch tons of innocent people to legit turning her back on a dragon in distress. This is not Rayla.

But how did it come to this you may ask? Well curious Tumblr reader, I have one simple answer. One simple answer that will burn so much of The Dragon Prince's fandom down and will cause an all out riot but let me just tell you, I'm speaking nothing but the truth.

The answer is:

Rayllum

Yep! Them becoming a duo literally murdered their characters and I still o7 them to this day 🫡

What was once two interesting characters who found solace in each other and set off together (and Ezran was there as the third wheel) to stop a war spanning centuries became a poorly written soap opera.

So where did it go wrong?

I'm gonna sound like a broken record in saying SEASON 4 📢 HAHA!

But no, not season 4, it was actually before that.

It starts with Rayla leaving Callum the nicest birthday present anyone could give someone - ghosting them.

Now you'd think that Rayla would at least wait a day or two after Callum's birthday so he can have an enjoyable day first but nope! She decides to dip on whats supposed to be a happy day for him and make it miserable. What a woman! 👏

Now you could be saying to me, "But she needed to go with full urgency!" To which, no she did not. She went because it was a mission of revenge, something she LITERALLY said herself so she could have waited a few days but she chose instead to make someone she's supposed to love miserable on a day of happiness.

But okay, she dips and leaves Callum sad and miserable on his birthday. Surely when she returns, she apologizes right?

...Right?

I don't think arc 2 Rayla would understand the word sorry if it bit her right up where the Moon don't shine.

Anyways, its two years later (Yes, you heard me, two years) and Rayla decides to finally unghost Callum.

Now, Callum is understandably upset with Rayla after taking off on his birthday and leaving without saying goodbye. So whats Rayla's stance on this? Is she understanding?

Of course not, this is arc 2 Rayla we're talking about.

Imagine letting the guy she let down have some room to sort things out in his head. Crazy right?

But anyway, he eventually relents to Rayla because she won't shut up in typical Rayla fashion and they both snooze on the couch.

This kind of soap opera drama goes on for THE ENTIRE SEASON while they just gradually "make up" and its just such contrived conflict. Especially as nothing came of Rayla leaving for those two years and it happened off screen.

Plus, her not taking accountability for her actions is a big deal.

Sadly the writers did it with this ship. ^

I love Red Herring story lines that are spent so much time on and are SUPER built up only to have literally no impact on the plot whatsoever. 🤗

Loved wasting my time on the Dark Magic Callum story line.

BUT HEY, he did get some great looking tooth-paste in his hair! 🪥 Looks great on you Callum. 🤥

Now however, I must talk about the most beloved of all seasons and no, I don't mean season 6 or 3.

Clearly I'm referring to season 7, aka, facing sucking the season.

Like seriously, if I ate a Moonberry Surprise every time Callum and Rayla snogged, I'd end up needing medical attention.

That's not the offender I'm talking about though. It's Rayla's super selfishness and Callum choosing her over his grieving brother.

Somehow, the writer's thought that was okay.

Remember, this is the same girl who left him for 2 whole years to put her need of revenge before his feelings.

Callum betrayed his brother for her.

But it's not even just that, it's just the selfish nature of Rayla in season 7. Ezran has just had Katolis burnt to a crisp, and all she can think about is herself and her own needs. Ezran's feelings? They don't matter. As long as she's happy, that's fine.

I don't even want to talk about them all buddying up in the Silvergrove happily while Ezran is still dealing with Katolis' fallout.

Plus remember, at this point, Callum still believes that Runaan killed Harrow. I get forgiving someone but bro is literally choosing the guy who assassinated the guy who raised him over his grieving brother. It's actual insanity to me.

There is much more I have missed but I have reached my Rayllum limit for the day. This ship is as fun as watching paint dry so I want to do something that is going to actually bring me joy.

Have a good day everyone! Peace! 🫡

[captainuranium543]

Fairy tail headcannon a nobody wanted at all😊

- most of the dragon slayers+erza eat bugs regularly and it's gross AF to everyone

-Natsu because he grew up in the woods and they were like the number one abundant source of food, same for Wendy but she stopped for a while because Carla told her it was nasty (as soon as she joined the fairy tail guild she reverted so incredibly fast)

-gajeel pretends to thinks it's gross but secretly he really likes the taste he just doesn't wanna have that in common with natsu

- erza and Erik because in the evil slave tower where everyone was starving if you found a bug you ate it before anyone else could grab it from you.

- sting did not do that growing up but started when natsu told him it was good, he does not agree but does it anyway so natsu thinks he's cool

- rogue only tried it a couple times because frosch wanted to try it to be more like a frog and rogue is nothing if not supportive

- laxus grew up normal and thinks all of them are disgusting

- Lucy has the WORST financial skills. Legit they are awful. Everyone thinks she's always broke cuz of the tpd (team property damage) constantly making them lose their reward to repair bills but (while that is a factor) when Lucy sees smth cute that would look great in her apartment she just cannot help herself. Lucy will be so careful trying to save her money then she'll see a new set of stationary and goes "haha rent what rent"

- the hand me down game at fairy tail was fucking insane when they where kids. For levy and lisanna basically everything they owned had been passed down like 6 times already

- that red shirt natsu wore in the flashbacks? Before him it was erza's, and before her it was canas, and before her it was laxus.

- gray wears almost exclusively white jackets because jackets are expensive and if he loses them he would rather they be easy to spot so he can find them again rather then have to buy a new one

- sometimes people will invite erza places for the scary dog privilege when they dont want to be bothered by strangers. Erza has no idea thats the reason she just thought people really liked walking with her through rough parts of town in the middle of the night.

- Carla and lilly have insane beef, for no damn reason. Like both of them are fairly polite so neither will say it openly but every conversation between the two is the most passive aggressive petty insult battle you could imagine

- freed, levy, Lucy and later jellal have a book club where they all meet up and talk about whatever they're reading and play Scrabble and talk a lot of shit about their annoying ass friends.

- happy sometimes comes but he is under no circumstances allowed to bring natsu(he knows what he did)

- when erza met seigrain/jellal in the magic counsel she first tried to attack him, when that proved to be a bad idea she later started specifically destroying stuff under his jurisdiction to make sure he had to deal with as much paperwork as possible

- for her modelling, Mira used to use a very light spray of holy water to remove body hair because it burns it off💀

- wendy romeo and chelia are actually best friends like they are constantly hanging out together just to go do stuff

- erza and Erik hate each other for no reason at all. Like over that year that she worked with crime sorciere they where ALWAYS BEEFING. Every time they were near each other erza was thinking insults she knew he could hear and Erik was fighting for his life not to strangle her to death.

When erza became sclass she used to sit on the 5th step of the stairs because Mira wasn't allowed on those stairs yet and it really pissed her off. She was like, just barely out of reach, so Mira would stand at the bottom the stairs yelling death threats at her and erza would be like "whattt I'm not doing anything I don't even know what your talking about in literally just sitting what are you so mad about"

- when Warren invented cellphones, despite all of them looking like modern smartphones, freed somehow managed to get one that looked exactly like a Blackberry and refuses to get a different one

- Mira used to cut her siblings hair and because she didn't know any good haircuts yet her 2 options where 1- bald or 2- bowl cut. Hence lisannas horrifying cut as a child

[ashipiko]

ASHI TAMADAI - SCHOOL-SIDE STAYCATION!

SUMMON: Sunshine, check! Snacks, check! Friends, check! Looks like today is ALL clear skies!

additional voicelines below!

SUMMON LINE: EVERYOOOOONE! It’s SUMMER TIME ☆~ Let’s enjoy it while it lasts, OK?

GROOVY: …It makes me really happy to see so many people happy with their friends — It’s a little corny, but it’s true.

SET TO HOME SCREEN: This weather really is perf~. Is there anyone at NRC with weather magic?

HOME IDLE 1: Why couldn’t the NRC uniforms just be like this, TBH? I feel so free and fun! The colors toootally knock you into a happy feeling too. Ahh, I should be headmage…

HOME IDLE 2: I wonder what the student body thinks about outdoor classes. Not like Vargas camp vibes, but just going outside and getting some sun! Er, well, I guess I can kinda guess what the Igni students would say.

HOME IDLE 3: Hmhm~ ♪. Do you have a question for me? I’m the hostie, so I can DEFO answer any and every question of yours ☆ Shoot one at me!

HOME IDLE LOGIN: Niko was trying to convince me to sell some stuff here apart from the usual, but I declined because I thought it wasn’t really needed… Buuut, now I’m thinking about those bucket hats again… Waaah, merch would’ve been so cute!

HOME IDLE GROOVY: Waugh, you scared me! You gotta watch out, I almost dropped this entire bucket of balloons… Hehe, why do I have these, you ask? No sweat, I’m just gonna deliver some payback~.

HOME TAP 1: Acey keeps on pestering me while I work! I keep having to tell him to leave me alone so I can focus… Next time he swings by, I’ve got a couple of water balloons with his name on them.

HOME TAP 2: Super happy that I got this megaphone! I can talk a lot, but at some point the voice‘ll die out, ya know? I still have a shift at Monstro Lounge tomorrow too, so I need all the rest I can get!

HOME TAP 3: I’ve seriously gotta find some cover from the tweels— No offense to them, but I feel like they’re gonna end up bombarding me if I slack off!

HOME TAP 4: Yum-yum! Hehe, Niko’s pawpsicles really are a hit. I keep telling myself to limit my snacks, but he keeps offering them… Ehh… I guess today is a relaxation day, so it’ssok! ♪

HOME TAP 5: Hahaha, seeing Atlan run around trying to look for things to do is kinda endearing. He’s like a little puppy lost in a room filled with people! Hmm, maybe I’ll give him some help~.

HOME TAP GROOVY: Heeey, won’t you sing some karaoke with me? Haha, no need to worry, for realsies! I can spin anything into an Ashi special ♪. If we mess up, we’ll just keep the vibes up, OK?

-

RAW VER:

GROOVY VER:

JOIN THE EVENT!

[fuumiku]

Demon AU (krkb)

+ bonus Kuro

Kurokabuuu!! If Kabru gets to be naked then so does Kuro, equality for all 🔥Not to break the mystique but in that intro comic Kuro isn't flexing he's just pushing Mickbell away bc he about to be in business mode gdbdg. Was weird trying to make Kuro look more demony, did not work very well except for making him buffer but hey...! A black dog demon yeah yeah yeah...!

I have accidentally recreated Howl's Moving Castle... NOW HEAR ME OUT- The base concept for my satyr Kabru AU (the initial idea was the sketch where he has no horns haha) now turned demon AU was materializing Kabru's fear of anything monster, particularly his insecurity as a kid of being an incubus('s child and that making him a monster), and helping him work through it so he can love himself and others and the world better, but everything started clicking only after thinking about Kuro's role in the setting more. He's this feared dude with a witchy reputation and a lil rhyme about how everyone should stay away from him for their own sake etc etc, but he's not a demon just a dog dude really. The setting in this AU is much like Dunmeshi, but all monsters are called "demons" instead and tied with this concept of demonic not just monstrous, there's special generalized fear in them being kinda fundamentally evil. But they're just beasts, and sometimes just demihuman races, like Kuro. Magic does exist though, and curses, and yeah just a folk kinda vibe!

Kabru because he's become supernatural knows how to speak Kuro's tongue now too, or maybe he's always known it idk... But Kabru sought Kuro out because he's The demon guy around, thought if anyone around would know how to do anything about his having become a monster it'd be him- Mickbell is there too ig like waaa this innocent-looking (def isn't) human loves this demon and lives with him, alone but peaceful as hermits in the woods? Wah wild. Wah we can still have love?? Wah we can fall in love together and live happy monster lives even if ostracized??! Wah wait I'm not even a monster it was just my own latent magical powers cursing myself because I worried and believed myself to be a demon so intensely for so long?!! Wah we can truly have it all...... Growth feels so nice. Except Mickbell, that grown ass man is not finding inner peace yet. Still he's chill here since he's a side char not a main one

It's how Kuro's confident in himself despite everything being stacked against him, it's how he still trusts and likes himself, it's how he just wants a simple happy life and pursues what he wants, it's how he takes things simply... Self-critical Kabru always neglecting himself over obsessing about the greater good could learn from him........ Kuro is the only one after his transformation that unconditionally welcomes him and shows him compassion and it's all so confusing to him, especially since at first Kabru wouldn't even offer that same humanization to Kuro, only risked it out of necessity for his own circumstances, but he gradually becomes able to see the humanity in him despite his appearance, mannerisms, way of life and ideals, until he sees the humanity in him and himself too despite their appearances, until he finds there's nothing wrong in this routine and life of theirs in this isolated magical little place, until........... Just about accepting all of those fuzzy inbetween ways to be that are unclean and hard to understand from the outside, and growing comfortable in them and loving himself and kuro and the life they've made together.......!!!!!! What if through humanizing you I humanized myself... What if through growing a understanding for each other wevalidated ourselves, love as self-love...

I love including Rin into things, for a more plotty story it'd be neat if she tried and followed Kabru... He up and disappeared and she's a capable mage and she doesn't know what his plan was because he never tells her anything so she goes out and pursues him- Could even be the main antagonist besides just idk self-hate and townspeople lol, like she thinks Kuro is keeping him prisoner or something and also because she kinda represents the same kinda social trauma Kabru has, where she's strict about conforming and being an irreproachable undeniable human so she kind of wants to drag him back to that state he was in of anxiety over acting and being human enough...... But of course in the ultimate confrontation when she has her staff pointed at Kuro and they talk, she's hurt by him not confiding in her and thinking of her as someone who wouldn't help, but she understands and stops and yay happy ending :> And if we want them to be in this Holm and Dia may be allies I feel 🤔Like maybe they help out Kabru when they see him, help him escape their human village at one point or something, Holm is quite nice and cares for spirits and Dia's fled her home too so they kinda get it in a way, it'd contrast Rin... This isn't about the Laios party lol. Rin & Mickbell shenanigans would lowkey be fun like maybe Mickbell tricks Rin into thinking Kabru IS there against his will so she can take him away and the status quo of Mickbell not having to share Kuro with anyone is preserved, or maybe they just shittalk and grumble together. Gbdgd this is a plotline about accepting change and these two are noooot happy about it

So yeah he hates being a monster that's the schtick!! Won't a cool dog man pleaseeee turn me human again. Surely he can do that right. So he goes to live with this feared coolass magicky guy and that guy's little guy at his weird home and through making connections and self-love the curse you actually unknowingly put on yourself gradually lessens and disappears, but you don't care anymore because that's the point 😌 Which is why I call it a Howl's Moving Castle recolor gdbd

Kabru is usually the voice of reason within kurokabu so it's really fun switching the roles in that way. If you're just stumbling into this and are sooo confused first of all congrats on getting so far second I can't overstate how unironic this is + if you want more explanation about the ship I made a brainstormy manifesto here <3 Like, did you know Kuro's name is actually Yodan? He was likely called Kuro by Mickbell due to the language barrier. In this AU it's because no one's interested in him as a person so people just give him an ominous title that means black. But Kabru learning his name and Kuro willingly giving away that information and Kabru feeling the weight of it because he really thinks this'd allow him to control him (he can't actually control bc he's not a demon! No one's a demon yay! Just weirdo humans who get otherized)......

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Other vers because I 1) really like it and 2) am very indecisive. I overthink every single slight color change I stg lol

Sigh....... Like bro what if we were both so so far away from home and we knew we can't really go back and we've made our peace with that but man I miss not having been ripped away from my homeland and we are both so so isolated in our own ways in our presents and with a small yet gigantic gesture of compassion and of seeing each other we can learn and grow together with secret study dates where I teach you how to communicate the same way you're teaching me your language, we are both reaching across to each other we are both finding in one another a presence and humanity that feels so rare anywhere else. A sliver of warmth a sliver of home but also a sliver of the new, and embracing that things are changing and that we've changed and wow the animality within humanity and the humanity within animality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey bro your humanity I am only now fully grasping and coming to terms with is so hot bro............ What if your beastly features ended up making me more comfortable in my own stinky human animal flawedness bro........ What if we could just be together reassured through each other that we're human enough no matter what and that's all we need to just be and wahhhhh aughhhhh

Kurokabu is Kuro needing to choose between Kuro and Yodan. Kurokabu is needing to feel comfortable in animality within humanity. What if we stopped repressing ourselves 🫶

[olderthannetfic]

I accidentally killed my own desire to write, and I need some advice. To be really blunt about it, what's the point of writing? When I would spend lots of time laboring over making a good story with a plot and characters who were in-character and connecting all the dots narratively so payoffs were satisfying, my reward was dead silence and virtually no clicks. I posted some mindless smut to my side account one day and got more hits in a day than most of my other works combined got in a year. I know, I know. "Write for ~*~yourself~*~" is the common response. It's the "be yourself!" of writing. It's supposed to be a magical phrase that'll make everything okay. But... I don't like knowing that something I spend months working on won't be read by anyone while something I write in a car while bored got thousands of clicks. I don't like making something I'm proud of and then no one ever looks at it. That's not fun for me. It's not fulfilling.

For a solid decade, I've tried to ignore how the level of interactivity in fandom is falling. Fewer comments. Fewer kudos. No comments in the bookmarks. You put your tumblr and Discord in the AN and get a handful of asks and one person who adds you, talks to you twice and then ghosts you. Most of the comments are "well, actuallys", made even more annoying by them being wrong as opposed to actually correcting an error. I avoid fandom drama, wank, and infighting. I don't engage with things I know will make me unhappy. I try to be happy over in my own little corner. I comment on every single work I read. I want people to enjoy fandom. I used to.

Some dumb smut I wrote in 40 minutes gets five times the hits of the writing I'm most proud of, and it gets it in just under three months. I am not a great smut writer. I haven't stumbled onto an incredible talent I had that makes it so the issue is that I'm so amazing my smut brings all the boys to the yard. People just don't like what I write and put effort into. It's very likely that despite 20 years of writing fic, I suck at writing. And people enjoy my writing most when they don't have to put up with anything substantial and can just skip to the sex.

So for the last eight months, when I write, I just sort of give up. Close the Word doc without saving. No one will read this. No one cares about this. There is no fan eagerly awaiting every update like I await updates from my favorite authors. There's not even someone saying, "update soon!" Close the Word doc. Delete old WIPs. There's no point. I do not tell stories worth reading. I used to. In the FFN days people genuinely enjoyed my work. I'd never have had an opportunity to do the 'I won't update until I get 3 reviews' thing because getting that many on a chapter was usually something I'd do overnight. Post before bed. Wake up. Read the reviews before school. I peaked in high school, I guess.

And now I'm just sort of lost. I still have lots of ideas. Ideas for fics fall into my head all the time. That's never been a problem. What I don't have is any motivation to write them. What's the point of writing? If no one else is reading, I guess the point would be so I could go back and read my own story and have fun with it. Write for myself. But I can review the story and have fun with it in my head without writing it down. It's substantially faster and more importantly, isn't incredibly depressing.

So, at the risk of definitely being calld the second-coming of True Art Anon or a troll or validation-seeking or haha mentally ill haha... what's the point of writing?

--

Okay, so write porn in a car while you're bored.

Look, you can whine all you want about my response, but what you've written here is blatantly about depression.

Lots of people in fandom are still interacting. And no, it isn't just on fics that are objectively written to some pro fiction standard or whatever. Teenagers still breathlessly review poorly spelled cracky masterpieces about this year's big anime and so forth.

Yes, there may be reasons why you in particular are in a slump when it comes to fandom friendships or "plz update" comments. We can talk about that. But this ask is all gloom about fandom in general. That's not realism: that's you having a problem.

--

As for why a person should write: because the actual hours you spend doing the writing are fun.

If they aren't pleasurable in some way, find another hobby.

--

But if you want an answer to the age old "Why did my 5 minute fic get 1000000x more asspats", I've seen meta about this for literally decades.

The most likely reason is that the fic we write quickly and without much thought often feels fresher and more fun. The things we labor over endlessly can feel overworked. Even in cases where they don't, they're often heavier subject matter or more niche subject matter. On top of all that, we just care more, so even a high level of feedback doesn't really feel like enough for the effort and care we put in.

--

Do you really need me to tell you why you don't feel the same as in high school when things were fresh and new?

Go read up on combatting burnout or dealing with post-college anxiety or managing stress in a dead-end job in your 30s or finding meaning in your 40s or whatever is going on.

Everyone goes through fallow periods in fandom and in life.

Feeling reinvigorated has to do with internal factors and some general life circumstance stuff. It doesn't have that much to do with number of kudos. That's just the surface trigger for a mood that was already there.