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[dumyhead]

birfday today :0

i know i usually kombatpost here but i gota bunch of other litrle thingies here n there (try nd spot them)

turning this many years old (holds up figners🖐️🖐️🖐️)

[wovenvessel]

Managed to get my hands on the two river vinyl :3

[pup-pee]

aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i havnt drawn in a little

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Silly doodle of Lynette gossiping with her flowers

[skishie]

I do a lot of doodling(im figuring out how I want objects to look)

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

on the pwotr pals discord, This prompt was brought up, about drawing your oc staring into a mirror before and after the trauma a la undertale 'its you!/despite everything its still you.'

i dont have the time to draw it, as much as i thought about it for the whole day, but i managed to write out what the visuals in my head, and it ended up fairly prose-y so here! young Celia vs almost thirty Celia<3 most of the latter is under the cut<3

It's you!

A young girl, barely 10, stands in front of a bathroom mirror, her shoulders barely making into the reflection, her body taking up so little of the mirror. On the top of mirror, foam letters spell out 'Mama + Celia + Cecio' in an arch.

The girls shoulder length golden hair is loose and the front tucked behind her ears. Her face is thinner than that of most her age, the first indications that she will inherent her mothers strong jawline already visible, but she still has some baby fat clinging to her face. Her eyes are wide, showing large golden Irises, unnatural white pupils large as she takes in her reflection.

Her face is devoid of scars, and so are the arms she has folded leaning on the sink as she stares at herself, smile on her face.

She's wearing a striped cotton dress, collar and sleeves edged with cheap machine lace, and a strip of fabric inserted in the original shoulder seams to cover her bony shoulders.

On her shoulder rests a large hand, the same skin tone as the girls, covered in scars and callouses, short nails coated in bright nail polishes. The hand is gentle on the girls shoulder, a golden curl falling into frame far above it.

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Despite everything, it's still you.

The same mirror that the little girl once was so dwarfed by is now filled with a giant person, head tilted down to enter the frame, and while their broad shoulders are slumped they are still cut off by the edge of the mirror.

Golden curls cascade down the person's back, and over their shoulders, all different lengths. No baby fat remains, leaving behind a strong jaw and cheekbones, face littered with large and small scars, all glittering gold under the warm bathroom lights.

Large eyebrows are furrowed over tired eyes, large golden irises partially hidden under droopy eyelids, with pupils reduced to pinpricks of white. Lips painted gold, shimmering too under the light, left resting neutrally, but the downwards tilt of their cupids bow leaves them looking sorrowful all the same.

The figure is clothed in a wrap top, bandage sized red material tight around the muscular body, and the lower parts disappearing under their red trousers. Their bare arms and other exposed patches of skin are also covered in scars, glittering across their large frame, speaking of a lifetime of injuries gained in less than two decades.

Where the foam letters had spelled out the members of their family, none remain, only outlines that have persevered over time, the faint marks that make up the 'Mama + Celia' obscured by the figures head.

there is an empty space that lingers around the edges of the mirror, something absent, even as so much space is taken up.

[veggiecorner]

every few weeks i'll say a lil take thats essentially me bitching about behaviors

todays take is that i really hate when people make everything about shipping - especially when it comes to character analysis

[strewwwberry]

(Edit: Life loop svsss au)

BABEZ... You are making my brain is working overtime

If you are saying what I think you're saying then I love it

Then I have an idea

Shen yuan was/is the first "version" of Shen to exist in pidw but something kept messing up his fate thus variations of him tried instead

Shen Yi, Shen Er, Shen San, Shen Si, Shen Wu, Shen Liu, Shen Qi, Shen Ba

Until we get to

Shen Jiu who despite living the longest still died.....

Shen "Yuan" was born an unfortunate child in world 169423-1 also known as PIDW official version 1

He was born in a cruel world as an unwanted child to be sold to slave traders at merely 4 years of age

He lived and grew

Alone

He picked the name yuan himself as to feel less like an object

He chose it after having overheard a daoist priest muttering fundamental beliefs and one of those following symbolism of "the origin" or "the source of all things", yuánqì, meaning "the one"

He wanted to be the something, to be the one

But as time went on his fate did not falter in it's torture

He went from a slave traders pet, to owned by a filthy man who would experiment on him and violate in all ways possible

He was a toy for this man, but one day he had enough and stabbed him right through the heart over and over until not even a miracle could save him, he plucked out the man's eyes, and still intact organs, some food and water, and set a fire on the man's corpse and ran out the small building, watching and waiting until he was sure that only ashes remained

He sold the organs to whoever was strange or smart enough to want, keeping only one of the man's eyes as a souvenir of his survival

Yet his fate was not yet done with him, as he travelled he slowly lost food, water, money, until everything was gone

no one dared let him into their homes for he was a man with scars a plenty and in their minds he looked monstrous

hair messily cut only barely long enough to pass as a criminal gone from captivity for a while

Scars across his face and only one eye semi- functional, whilst his other, right eye, remains completely blinded

Scars covered his chest, legs, hands, feet, arms, neck, face, everywhere

It's a miracle he survived some say, however he knows why

He survived as his only seemingly lucky acquirement in this world is his affinity for cultivation, in which he would attempt to culminate yet only ever get a high enough cultivation to not die from excessive injury

Something his last owner abused greatly

He walked for miles until reaching a border

He did not care what was past it so he crossed mindlessly and tired yet still with a bare sprinkle of hope...

He was in the demonic realm

It was cold, ice cold, the northern region perhaps

He walked and walked yet not even a demon tried to end him,

Ah right, how could he forget, they're at war at this moment with the sourthern region

Ahh

He's alone

Still

Always alone

He lies in the icey snow

And Shen Yuan dies, at the young age of only 17

But that shouldn't happen.

It cant happen

He isn't suppose to die yet

No

In a panic his soul enters a state of everywhere and nowhere, until his body is thrust back into his own again, a child again but slightly crueler this time

Slightly less giving

Slightly less patient

Slightly less understanding

Shen Yi is born, again

But he fails to survive as well

And so this process continues Shen Er, Shen San etc etc, all slightly crueler and more unforgiving then the last

All the way up until the soul returns again and Shen Jiu is born

He lives the longest by far

But still his fate falls into the hands of another and another Shen dies again for the tenth time

It's running out of ideas, he was always naturally intelligent and intuitive, plus growing on the streets always gives you some street smarts, yet no matter how much crueler, brutal and unforgiving he was made

It was never enough to save him

This time, Shen is born anew, in a new world, a foreign world

A world where his name is returned to him

Shen Yuan is born for an 11th time into a rich family in a still cruel world, just in a situation where survival is more likely

In a world were his needs are met and luxury is within reach

Yet something was let out of the equation

An unaccounted variable

Karma

His karma over his last ten lives is high, and because of this, despite being born into riches, his health is abissmal with both cystic fibrosis and congenital heart disease, and his parents look upon him in disdain as a sinkhole to their hard earned money and his loving siblings mourn him as he lay still alive with anguish and pity

His mind has the potential for greatness but his desire is long gone

This Shen lives his life as a shut in before dying in his early 20’s from food poisoning, ammusing honestly, he lived much longer then expected and died in an unexpected way as well

It has an idea though, His previous life Shen Jiu lived a long time and his just lost life he was a shut in cursing books, he wouldn't notice if a few memories of obsessively adoring yet hating on a novel slipt in there no?

And perhaps instead of resetting his life again, we should cut into the middle of his previous life, a sort of returning soul transmigrater

And thus his soul is regressed in time again back into his orginal world, at a time when his previous life had accomplished being a peak Lord and bringing in his youngest disciple luo binghe, with no knowledge of this being his orginal world, no knowledge of this being his body, no knowledge of his hatred upon simply himself in a different time

He feels like an imposter in a body that belong to him.

His soul recognizes and remembers everything but Shen Yuan Never will,

This Shen lives

But he will never know the scars his heart and soul carries for he will never remember the lives he's lived

He will live unknowingly in his own body

World 169423-12

Success

-> 2 3

With Shen Yuan's name Yuan being a homophone for 原 yuán as in "original" (example given: the word 原创 yuánchuàng aka "original (creative) work"), and Shen Jiu's name meaning the number nine... It's bringing to mind some interesting questions about the supposed number of Shens separating the two

[billiequ]

2019 sketchbook

[enden-k]

i’m absolutely hooked on your grimms games story.. feel like an orphaned kid (youri) begging for more scraps! please sir... can i have some more 🙏🙏. i have a good load of questions though tehe... feel free to ignore any, i know its a lot

1. you mentioned that the games are all played for the entertainment of others, but i wondered what you meant by that? does this mean there’s a higher organisation that watch these games for fun... or are the games broadcasted to the people of the city for their entertainment?

2. how long do these games typically last? i assumed they happen every year.. but do the teams have a set time frame to complete the game by, or are there no time restrictions + the game simply ends when there’s only one team standing?

3. do the games only consist of fighting, or are there external forces involved in tricking and endangering the players? for example.. collapsing buildings, natural disasters, acid rain? (which makes me wonder whether the games are held in a controlled arena, distant + abandoned grounds, or within the city and among the ppl)

4. shorter question! but how do people enter the games? the fighting siblings and the surrounding team members?

5. does kaia like women.. would she perhaps be interested in kissing girls.. just asking... for a friend.. 🫣🏳‍🌈..

ALSO I’M REALLY SORRY, I KNOW THERE’S A LOT OF QUESTIONS... i’m not expecting an answer for all of them dw, only answer whatever u feel like answering 🫶 but omg i am SO hooked on this story, on ur characters.. (particularly izayah, kaia and tay) sending u all the love!!!

!!!!!!!!! thanks for the interest and asking!!!!

2) the game starts once both siblings set foot into the city and ends when the first sibling dies. the losing sibling will be eaten by the entity, finishing the ritual and once it hungers again, the games will be repeated and hosted by the winning sibling. until then, they rule (usually nothing less than 10 years), having all their wishes fulfilled

1) for this, i have to babble a bit abt the story/inspiration behind it. when i first drew this story, i was 14 and inspired by a fairytale my adoptive father used to read to us every evening when we were younger. idk if the story of hansel and gretel is known to all of you (i think it should?) but its literally the story my comic used to be heavily based on until i made changes over the years n stuff.

in my comic, i mentioned a ritual and sacrifice etc. its all for a strange, demonic entity who lured the first siblings into the woods centuries ago and the games were eventually made for. the sacrifices, the deaths are all for its entertainment, the souls to feed it. in return, it nurtures, powers and protects the cursed city

3) the entire cursed city is their battlefield and there are few safe zones where theres no fighting allowed and where they can encounter each other on a neutral basis (hospital, central part/main business district, ...). other than that, its pretty much purge-style. no rules, everything is allowed

4) the siblings are chosen by the entity itself early on, destined (cursed) to find their way into the woods and the city, lured by the entity. this goes only for the siblings, the main players.

for fairness, each team has fixed, same roles where the possible players are lit raised for it (like youri. he was taken in and raised to be the "guardian" among many other orphans). all members get picked by the siblings themselves, theyre responsible for their teams quality and quantity

5) kaia doesnt like much, shes entirely driven by hatred................but to answer that, yes she does jkjsbdjk

some answers are quite short, i came home from work and am a lil dead tbh but yea maybe ill pick these up some time again and elaborate more or so!!

[freddagrr]

Phantom Thieves MD AU Spoiler

TW: Someone gets shot blood mention, idk what more TW could be added, sorry in advance if theres is no TW that should be here. *Read with caution :)*

"Do you think we can start over?" Doll looked over at her rival, who was in worse shape than she was. "As friends?"

Uzi looked at her expressionless eyes, but could see a small spark in them. She just let out a mocking smile and stood up with difficulty.

"It's never too late to start a new story, i guess." Uzi extended her hand, ready to shake Doll's hand, her face changing to a warmer expression. Finally...she would finally have someone who truly understood what was happening to her-

BANG

Everything happened very quickly.

Doll had the same expression of surprise as she did. Her eyes, full of shock, locked onto hers as her body fell, leaving a dull thud against the stone floor ringing in Uzi's ears.

"Wups, I think I interrupted something" the woman observed the scene with her amber eyes, gun still raised.

"Who would've thought, the two people I hate the most…"

Run

"Ended up coming to me without even trying."

Move

"Come on, wipe that expression off your face, darling, after all…"

Uzi looked over to where Doll was lying, her labored breathing indicating that the shot hadn't killed her, but had left her in worse shape than Uzi herself was in. The sound of the girl moaning in pain as she tried to cover the hemorrhage caused by the shot only made Uzi's heart race even faster. Both where in danger. Then why her body wasnt listening to her to move?!

Her eyes could only stay fixed on her rival, she could feel her breathing was irregular and, despite wanting to scream Doll's name, or V's, or N's, hell, she would even settle for J's, nothing came out. The sound of a gun being reloaded was enough to snap her out of the trance she was in… But it was too late to react to the gun aimed at her head as that person approached her with slow but sure steps.

"You can still be friends in the afterlife, once I'm done with both of you, of course."

AAAND CUT!

Okey so jsjsjjs....I do really like writting, but i stopped it for like...4-5 years ago and kept drawing stuff. Buuuut...I was just writting down ideas and shared with some ppl and they said it was good so jsjsjs...Tehe.

Seriously debating if i should do the AU as a comic or as a fanfic. Like...Debating it bc my first language is not english.

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Man you guys are allergic to happiness.

Was going to draw a dead Bodie but got tired, so you've been partially spared.

More angst??? Uncle and nephew angst??? He'll yeah babes let's go!!! ^^

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"This is what you fucking wanted isn't it?"

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Timmy never truly forgave Bug for giving him over to the Hunters, he had put so much trust in them and they betrayed that trust. Y'know if they just told him their plan, even only a teeny lil bit of it, he wouldn't have been so pissed...but they didn't, they left him feeling alone, betrayed...lost

Then when he saw what their 'plan' did to Bodie, how he ended up beaten, bleeding on the ground. Well he knew they were beyond saving at that point. Even after they tried to explain that they had a plan, that things were alright...that they didn't betray anybody, Timmy just couldn't believe them. Don't get me wrong he wanted to! His heart was begging him to forgive them, to let the past go...but he can't, no. They fucked up just a smidge too much, he couldn't simply let this one go. He barely spoke with Bug most of the time they spoke through Bodie, even Marco on occasion, so whilst he still knew the plan he didn't really have any communication with Bug, he wanted them to know he was upset with them...but he couldn't bring himself to express that to their face so he just sulked silently. Bodie tried to tell him that they couldn't just avoid each each other forever, I mean they live in the same swamp, they have the same friends...they can't avoid each other! But Timmy didn't listen. Of course he didn't.

Before he knew it the night of the escape had arrived, he leant against the bars of his cell...he tried to ignore Bodie's warnings but deep down he knew it was true, he was gonna have to face Bug at some point. They'd probably understand right? If he just explained why he was upset the wouldn't be upset, I mean they fucked up, surely they couldn't get mad at him for being annoyed about that! Right-? His thinking time was cut short by the arrival of Bug and Marco.

The group was finally freed from their vile cage and ushered down the winding corridors, these passages...they were so long and twisty, it was bizarre how the Guards could get through his place, it was like a bloody labyrinth! Fortunately Marco and Bug seemed to know where they were going, Timmy had a moment of suspicion but it was quickly hushed when Marco began to take the lead. They treched through hall after hall until finally, the final door stood infront of them. Bug held the door as everyone else filed out, one by one until they all stood outside. It was an odd feeling...it almost felt too easy. Of course nobody was complaining! But they couldn't shake off that concerned feeling. They stood outside the door, Bug still hovering beside it. Thinking back they really should've just moved on, ran whilst they had the chance, but they didn't, they hung around.

"Well...what do we d-"

Bug cut off and for a moment everybody stared at them, clearly confused until they reached around and pulled an arrow out the back of their shoulder. They whimpered slightly as the group noticed a bunch of Guards which were rushing forward. Nobody had to say anything, they all just started to run. They sped off, just trying to get as much distance between them and the Guards as possible, arrows flew past them but the group tried hard to ignore them. Timmy kept running, he was pretty fast so he was at the from of the crowd...so he didn't see what happened, he just saw the aftermath...he wished he hadn't seen anything

He heard a yell from behind him, not a scream of pain, a warning. He spun around, Bug was on the ground, their leg twisted in such a retched way that he was barely able to look, and Bodie was rushing to their aid. He knelt down to pick them up...but the Guards were so close, they started to attack the two. Bodies arms were being slashed with tools which seemed somewhere between a scalpel and a dagger, meaning he couldn't help his friend. At the same time Bugs already disfigured leg was being tugged and turned in any way imaginable. Timmy didn't want to watch, but he couldn't turn away, he didn't know what to do, he had to help...but what could he do

"Timmy get out of here! Go go!!!"

Bodie screamed at him he didn't want to listen, he tried to argue but the sight of his friends being tortured soon became too much for him. He sped off, he didn't stop, he didn't look back he kept going till he reached the edge of the forest. He ducked into the bushes, the others were so focused on getting away from the arena that they hadn't noticed his dissapearance. From the bushes he could just make out the shapes of Bodie and Bug, the Guards still lingering over them. He stared at Bodies form on the floor...why wasn't he moving, what was wrong. No, no, no this couldn't be happening, he wasn't.. he couldn't be! This is Bodie we're talking about! They didn't...

It was practically confirmed when one of the Guards lifted their weapon above their head and sent it speeding into Bodies head

...he was dead, Timmy squeezed his eyes shut...maybe if he ignored what had happened, it would go away...but it didn't, he knew it didn't. So he cautiously pried his eyes open...the body lay there, blood breaking down Bodies face, he couldn't tear his eyes away until he spotted a blurry figure limping towards the forest. Bug? What...how did they get out?...Timmys mind rushed to one conclusion, they sold him out, they gave over Bodie so they could live, well they wouldn't be living for much longer

Pretty soon Bug made it so the forest, as soon as they reached the grassy floor they collapsed, the damp plants felt great against their scratchy skin. But that peace was quickly ruined by a tight grip pulling them onto their knees, they felt relieved to see Timmy knelt down infront of them, but when they saw the expression on his face their meek smile faded instantly. Timmy didn't even know what to say, he was so bloody enraged, this fucker just killed his uncle and they had the nerve to show up here acting as though they were relieved to be alive...they fucking killed his uncle. He kept a tight hold om their shoulders, they had been rambling to him, they told him what happened to Bodie, they apologised, they knew he was upset...they kept talking, he wished they would just shut up. So he spoke over them;

"Is this why you came here?"

Bug fell silent, their eyes locked onto his they were full of remorse, sorrow...hurt but Timmy knew this was a trick, he refused to belive they felt sorry at all. Bug asked what he meant, Timmy's hands twitched slightly as he spoke once more in a low hiss;

"You came here to kill us didn't you, you got me taken away to make it easier for you to get us all killed...this is what you fucking wanted isn't is!"

His eyes were burning into them, they tried to fumble out a response, to debate this accusation but Timmy wasn't listening to anything he said. He had his answer, nothing they said would change what he knew. He tried to stay strong, to keep control of the situation but tears were threatening to invade his vision, he couldn't let them know he was upset;

"You planned it out didn't you! You thought your friends would arrive earlier, when we were still in that fucking place didn't you? But no, they were too late, your plan didn't work...mostly...you still got one of us, you killed Bodie"

Bug yelled that they didn't do anything, they genuinly never meant for anyone to get hurt, they didn't want to be in the arena, they didn't want anybody to be in there! They argued that it wasn't their fault, tears began to pour, flooding their face and yet still...the gator wouldn't listen. He hated Bug, the hate he felt couldn't be explained no matter how hard anyone may try, he didn't wish death upon them, no, he wished they had never lived, somebody like this didn't deserve to ever walk this earth, never deserved to take in the beauty of the earth, never deserved to experience the wonder of life. He knelt in silence as Bug tried to explain, they tried to get him to understand that they meant no harm...but what happened next didn't help their case. A sound came from the direction of the town, Timmys eyes shot up towards it...they were back. The Guards from earlier...that must have been why they let Bug go, they were gomma lead them to the others

Timmys gaze fell back on Bug, who seemed just as shocked as he was, divines they would've made a great actor. He didn't know what to do, the Guards were approaching but in order to run he'd have to leave Bug...what if they went after the others. He had so little time, what to do. He finally made a decision, his hands detached from Bugs shoulders, pushing them to the floor as he got up and ran off. Two of the Guards tried to follow him, but he was too quick for them, he managed to get away and when he was sure he had lost them, he left. He didn't look back, he didn't try to find out what happened to Bug, he just left...but no matter how hard he tried he never got over the betrayal of what Bug had done, they cost him the most important being in his life. Bodie had practically been his entire family for most of his life, he has lost everything all he had was Bodie, they were all each other had and now...Bodie was gone.

Timmy hadn't gone straight home that day, he knew he had to get back and reassure everyone else that he was alright. But he needed a moment, he found a quiet corner of the swamps and curled up, he took his own tail on his arms, hugging it tightly...Bodie always gave the best hugs, whenever he was upset the older gator would simply wrap his arms around him and he would instantly feel so much better. This would never happen ever again, he would never have his uncle back, sure he had his parents now but it wasn't the same...the bond him and Bodie had developed was that of father and son, a bond he would never have with anybody ever again...without Bodie where would he be...he felt lost even though he knew exactly where he was...he knew this feeling would never leave him, even when he was home, if he even had a home anymore, he would still feel lost. Lost and alone, from that moment he knew...that was all he would feel for the rest of his life

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This one's not as good as the others but I didn't know how to end it-

[screampied]

see I just realised you said GHOST and not ghostface,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, that’s very embarrassing I wish I could unsend an ask bc that’s so embarrassing,,,,,,,,,,,, EISH IM CURLIN UP I MISREAD IT AGHHH

close enough it’s TOJI and he’s sexy so :3333

did he js flick the reader’s forehead,,, OU HIS HANDS ARE COLD?? MEOWWWWW “are you even listening” NO KING IM TRYNA HEAR UR DICKS HEARTBEAT MIAOOWWWWWW

“wanna feel?” 😧 well,,,,,,,, it must be the witching hour bc I’m about to do some magical spells on that shit LMFAOAOA 😭 “knock y’erself out” AYE AYE CAP’N 😻‼️

HAPPY TRAIL??????? AND DIANA IS ON THE PROWL MEOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW “you wanna find out?” VEGAS YOURE KILLING ME SHES HISSING I CANT DO THIS AUSGGDHFHFHFHF “c’mere then” LAWD IM IN HEAT sorry that is wild..

“knees” did and done 🧎🏾‍♀️”bra, take that off too” SO HE WANNA SEE MY TITS 😛😛😛 BEST BELIEVE THAT SHIT IS FLYING OFF (I’m so sorry.) “fuck, y’er pretty” THANK YOU DADDY 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

“it’s too big for you? thats my bad” cocky about his cock,,, I NEED HIM AUGGH

“play with your tits” … radio silence…………… unexpected……….. NO BC THE WAY MY JAW ACC DROPPED I WAS LIKE WOAH?? BUT I MEAN SHIT IF THERES A WILL THERES A WAY I GOT THE ASSETS FOR ALLAT !!

“such a pretty mouth, ugh” the ugh in italic? I HEARD IT?? LAED?? IM SO FINISHED IM PROPERLY DONE “good girl. haah, ‘s good” meows.

“yer nasty” VEGAS YOU ALWAYS SERVE AT THE RIGHT TIMES IVE BEEN GEEKING ABOUT BEING CALLED NASTY FOR DAYS AND YOU PULL THIS, I CANTTTT “play with yourself” FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

“you want that, sweets?” I CALL PEOPLE SWEETS TOO OMG ME N HIM TWINNIN and wtf is ectoplasm.. IS IT YHAT GREEN SHIT FROM GHOSTBUSTERS?? OH NAH GMFU SAY WHAT NOW?? nvm its whitee, false alarm :P

“Yer mouths gettin smart” IT CAN GET SMARTER, OG OFFICE SIREN RIGHT HERE !! “fuuuuuuuuck me” lawd……… LAWD I LOVE WHEN MEN DO THAT

“I wanna break you” sweet and sour kebabs.. “you have to pay for that you kno-" LMFOAOAOAOAOAO WE ARE FUNNYY “you played with her?” he referred to it as her… screampied’s version of toji is the man of my dreams NOT YOU ADRESSING IT LMFAOAOOA YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT

“n-no” “y-yea” moans. THE MOCKING I NEED THIS IN MY LIFEEE “look at that tongue” IM DYING IM BEDRIDDEN IM ILL HELP ME “listen to it with me” WOWZA “atta girl” YOWZA !

“whatever spell you had” TOLD YALL IMA BE ON MY WITCH SHIT 🗣️‼️ DONT PLAY WITH CATTTTTTT I WAS CASTIN SPELLS ALLLLL OVER LIKE “PUSSARIUS DRUNKIOS” BIPPITY BOPPITY BOO NOW HE LUV IT, IM TEWWW GOOD 😛

DID IT END OFF W A WHINY NEEDY TOJI??? im a LITTLE too good .. BUT LAWD YOU ATE IT DOWNNNN, HATS OFF TO YOU QUEENIE

— pearl anon !!!! :3

LMAOOO OMG 🫦🫦🫦 tehe yesss he’s an actual ghost but id love to write ghostface toji one day 🤚🏽 that'd eat so hard bruh

the dick's heartbeat 😭😭😭 that's new i'm gonna use that one day. YESSSS HIS HAPPY TRAIL, i could literally write so much ab happy trails it’s actual sick idk ??? like they’re jus so sexy to me. happy trails >>>

NOT U CALLING THE COOTER DIANA PLS

right he’s so cocky he just needs to get put in his place like … (he does 🌚) HEHEJE YESSS UGH IN ITALIC. it just has more pizzazz me thinks, omg i love that word pizzazzzzz. HELPPPP ectoplasm is a ghost like substance but since it’s fanfiction let’s say it’s another type of cum 👨🏽‍💻👨🏽‍💻

YESSS tojis pussy talk is literally unmatched, literally got an ask to elaborate on his pussy talk n i’m so GEEKEDDDDD. writing his dialogue makes my stomach churn up in KNOTSSSS

right. we love sassy reader's w backbone before being put in their place >>>> THE WITCH SHIT BYE. pussarius drunkios HELP ???? 😭😭😭��

yep, whiney toji my fav 🫦 did all that just to get put in his place <3 he’s never gonna leave us bc he’s too pussy whipped now 🙂‍↕️

[pup-pee]

:> Jay from Ninjago and/or Kon from DC for the silly ask game

theheheheheHHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHJEHAKJHFEKJH

i think i find this 1 just average just regular

kon? boooooo borrrringggggg sooooo normal about that guy

i think i go through every single 1 of these reading sb94

[evablueblanket]

Will you tell me about an LU character you love and why you love them? Please please please ramble on and on! It's my favorite! I get so many fun ideas when people gush about their favorites.

I (think) I've said this before, but I am not the most analytical/observ person ever so most of what I say is probably kinda shallow :') BUT THIS IS MY RAMBLE SO OH WELL

Okay so recently, I've been on a Warriors kick. I just super love how like, everyone portrays him! Most see him as big brother shaped, which I super love. His background is just so vastly different than every other Link, which serves as a very cool contrast imo

The way @somer-writes makes Twi and Wars idiodic brothers is like, my favorite ever. I love love love LOVE how he writes Wars and Twi it's so insane the comedy that unfolds when they're just messing around xD

Warriors has this air, this *vibe* which I'm just super drawn too, I think it's just how my personality vs his works (you could theoretically draw *some* parallels with Sokka from ATLA, at least the way they each hold themselves I'd say. Also big bro stuff) (ALSO how both of them are portrayed as 'smart', which is a trait I typically relate too in characters)

When I like a character though, it's more based on the different types of relationships everyone writes them as though, I'd say. Wars and Time and Wind have this super intriguing bond that I think is cool to see how everyone interprets it! For the most part people write them as they're all aware of the War of Ages and whatnot, which lead to some nice fluff and/or angst. But when there's some time paradoxes, it makes it every so more tragic and it's really interesting to see how that can get written. I recall a fic (I FORGOT THE TITLE AND THE AUTHOR NOO) where Wars was teaching Wind medic stuff, but it was like a year before Wind meets Wars in the war. So Wars is all "sob this is why Wind is such a good medic? *Bc I taught him?*" THIS IS SO COOL AND INTERESTING

Also when there's War of Ages fics that have Time/Mask being a stupid child (/aff) they're just super hilarious. There's a series out there that has the Fierce Deity (sorry forgot the author again xD) act as Wars parent figure/older brother figure and it's just really funny to me bc ofc Wars would be a stupid overworking idiot. Loser smh

Four is also another one of the sillies that live in my brain, and I kinda wish there were more fics on how they interact. Though, if I'm being real idk how they really would cause they don't really have the same synergy as any other Links. I just like my favorites to interact, but I super understand how they wouldn't ^^

Small side bit on serious Wars (the biggest example is "Call Them Brothers" by wutheringmights which I'm almost 100% certain you've read that already cause it's soooo long and it's SO GOOD AHH) and ugh I wish I could pay attention more to get every complexity that this Wars has but the brain kinda hates me. I think it makes a lot of sense for Wars to have a grittier characterization, war does that to people. The entire fic is so visceral to me, I just vividly remember reading the flashback section about the long winter, and I don't even know how to really describe it xD

Wars has such a broad range of emotion, if one were to put him under and microscope and study him there would be SO MUCH.

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THE AESTHETIC

HES THE FUCKING PRETTY BOY OF THE GROUP AND THAT'S SO VALUBLE TO ME FOR NO REAL REASON

Ik Wild is seen as the one with like, outfits and Legend has his jewlery, BUT WARS HAS HIS FUCKING SCARF. THERES SO MANY POSTS ABOUT WARS AND HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF AND I AM SO FUCKING FOR IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

THE SHADE OF BLUE IS AWESOME, ITS SO COOL, ITS SO COOL HES SO COOL RAHHHH

*oops tehe I rambled like a lot* ty for this opportunity :D I'm super glad I decided to type this on my laptop and not my phone xD

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Malvie rant/yap session 🙂 im sane tehe.

I really wish Malvie was a actual ship in the movies not only bc they make me happy cus they’re so cute but more so bc I truly think it would add so much more lore to Descendants, especially in Auradon. In one of the books (I can’t remember which) it mentioned that prior to the Core 4 coming to Auradon there were apparently like alot of protests about it 😭 and adding to my point the whole Chad and Lonnie “girls can’t play sports” thing, if aks are like this already, how accepting are they with lgbt+ especially from vks??

Jay has said that on the Isle nobody gaf about gender so they prolly dgaf ab race either (theres only a few black ppl on there anyways i don’t think it was never a big deal anyways) and im pretty sure iirc, most of the villains are either queer themselves or surprising are very supportive. I think as far as identity/race is NOT a big issue on the isle than it is to Auradon, now crimes tho… Thats a WHOLEEE different story I could talk ab later

I also wanna point out that I’m going to be the most proudest #1 Doug hater in the world I HATE HIM SM BROTHA EUGHH. Not bc he “gets in the way” of the Malvie ship no, but the writers could’ve gave him sm more time w Evie but they only showed the kinda…ehhh parts ab him. Ben is,,,alright I guess,,,,,idrc ab Ben he’s such a deer in headlights for Mal it’s cringe but cute. What im getting at w this is idm Devie n Bal as couples,,,i guess. They just lacked so much chemistry (ESPECIALLY DOUG.) compared to how Mal n Evie treated, spoke, n interacted to eachother especially considering how Mal’s personality is displayed, that girl HATEDDD Evie 😭😭

Feel free to use this for fic ideas/inspo pls plspls 🙏🏾