#they made me this monster/j

[megarobonerd]

I can't believe I drew Gametoon Catnap and Hoppy...

Where have I gone with my life...

[tart-miano]

angry that your parody has a degree and you don't, victor

[soupdwelling]

i see this as a personal challenge to continue to twink the monsters despite jonny’s best efforts

[sparky-is-spiders]

S1 Jonsasha AU where Sasha is the Archivist and they start slowly spiraling as they uncover more and more mysteries. Their fascination with The Horrors drives them into each other’s arms. They stay later and later. The storage closet becomes a shared living space for them. Martin hasn’t noticed. Tim doesn’t know what to say to get his friends back. They’re losing themselves in the Archives. They egg each other on. They start becoming more paranoid. Jon is so endlessly, doggedly loyal. This is the only person who can understand him. This is the only person who he has ever understood. They love each other so so much.

[theriverbeyond]

i’m really loving seeing your t updates :,) pls keep it coming !!! say more!!!! what else!!!

AWWW thanks :') this is so sweet. well. I've only told 2 people IRL I've started T and none of them have specifically noticed any changes and also no one who I havent told has made any comments so like, I feel like as much as I DO feel like I'm being hit my a truck (positive) I feel like it's mostly internal?

Which I say as a positive statement honestly. Like the strongest positive force that HRT has given me thus far is internal, but 1) I live in here so that's fine by me and 2) "other people notice/treat me differently" isn't in any of my HRT goals and is in fact perhaps somewhat of an anti-goal. I'm not a dude I'm a dyke, pronouns are contextual (thank u Leslie Fienberg), and I've been varying levels of socially transitioned (for whatever that is worth as a nonbinary person) for... shit, 10 years now? oh my god. time is wild.

anyway I may have lost the plot with this answer but I do feel like I'm the hottest person alive rn (I was aflicted by this condition perhaps 72 hours ago) which is definitely T related and also extremely wild considering, as stated before, I really havent changed at all physically and also my uh, very bad body image track record. So that is extremely fun.... we shall see how it progresses. kill the part of you that wants to be a twink and embrace freedom and joy

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

My recent take has inspired me to make a list of Wizard101's most fuckable spells. I will regret this when I'm elderly.

[thunderblazz]

Sometimes I remember there are actual people who like my ocs and its not just me

[camping-with-monsters]

“Is there something on my face!?”

[mad-hunts]

this morning, i'm thinking about barton being the orange cat in this video and running towards those muses he's romantic with in this scenario

[naggingatlas]

i think people's takes on jev being this like thousand year old creatura are fascinating and fit even my interpretation of his character and place in the story (as like. a representation of the setting at large. an archaic force being shoved into a simulation/loop/machine. cosmis horror kinda shit) but i also think it's 1. funnier 2. scarier 3. more emotionally scarring to imagine him as like. a 30, 40, 50 year old man. just a quirky little guy. he had a childhood, maybe he got picked up by seam as an urchin and they were a travelling magic act and clownery and judy n punch duo and they stole apples from the market and he climbed trees w his little paws before someone made him wear shoes. he was a brash teenager and he played the accordion and kept all of his trinkets in a little chest he used to sleep in. seam made his suits, from his own crayon drawings. he was a middle aged man disenchanted with his work and he sought shelter from the boredom in bothering others. and he ran away so many times and he slept outside and he helped seam make their own beer and mead and they still played the accordion and the hurdy-gurdy together. isn't it scarier to make him a normal man? who turns into what we see? doesn't that hurt more doesn't that make his character even deeper. he was just like you and this means That can happen to you too, grounding stuff like that is like one of the basic rules of horror. and then he just goes to jail they straight up lock a mentally ill guy with all those horrors in the basement - not an old-as-time-itself demon, not a savage beast, but. a man. jevil russian sleep experiment au.

again im not calling anyone out its just an interpretation ive NEVER seen anyone else come up with and i genuinely wonder why and if my other jev readings continue to be weird as fuck to other people

[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

🍆 aubergine-man

Thinking about the anon who told me that ADHD wasn't "an excuse to be lazy" with a ":/" face, like they were fully expecting me to just go "Oh shit it isnt???? Sorry bro 🙁" BAHAHHAHSBDNA

🍊 orange-youglad

oh those ppl piss me OFF...... gonna cut this bc it's long lol

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🍆 aubergine-man

😦 babe thats a whole 5k word essay under that cut r u okay....

🍊 orange-youglad

I eat ableists for breakfast

🍆 aubergine-man

dearest that's. not an answer /lh

🍊 orange-youglad

the continuous screaming of ableists who were unfortunate enough to cross paths with me should be a sufficient answer

🍆 aubergine-man

that's the femur breaker scream /lh

🍊 orange-youglad

bold of you to assume that's all I'll do to ableists /hj

🍆 aubergine-man

/hj??? /HJ????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HALF JOKING

🍊 orange-youglad

be gay do crime

[aimless-aimz]

bitches be like "booigi this bowigi that"

shut up. luigi is the malewife to daisy's girlboss. (dont shut up actually im sorry luigi has two hands after all)/hj

if you want gay people, ship bowser and KB bc they have SOMETHING going on. they both obviously are not straight (ramble in the tags about sort of why)

(i do not hate any of these ships! they are not problematic! i just like this rarepair and i think i fucking invented this lmaooo)

[bear-cubs-art-things]

Glaishmoz 😎

Oops I drew lots of gay grandpas

[sparky-is-spiders]

Jonsasha are soulmates because they would both forget to drink their tea and then reheat it later in the microwave. Send tweet.

[lifelessbystolenbabies]

🤍 In a TikTok singing voice: "Barrb x Flowah hybrid baby sprite edit oh oh oh oh" 🖤