#they’re so illy

[macaroni-and-tree]

two girlfriends spotted in eterna forest 🙀(ueal)((NOT fake))

[flamingator]

Have some scrungly doodles of Guard Dog I did while at work :D

[muldermuse]

throat training with exboyfriend!butcher ??

maybe it’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen him- tbh, you’re impressed that you’ve kept to your word of keeping away from him

but what can you say???? you’ve got his dick on the brain

you’re sat on your knees between his thick thighs. he’s got two of his thick fingers down your throat and has for the past 5 minutes, smirking every time he hears you gag or he feels the spit rising up your throat

“now darlin’, i just needta make sure you can still take my cock…you know you do it better than anyone- jus’ how daddy likes it”

his fingers are still in your mouth, robbing you of the chance to reply. you can feel spit starting to pool in the corners of your mouth, so close to spilling down onto your naked form

“im gonna stroke my cock whilst you suck daddy’s fingers like they’re his fat fuckin’ cock- alright?”

you nod, taking both your hands and grabbing his forearm. keeping your pleading eyes on him whilst you move your head and take his fingers further down your throat. hoping that you get a chance to taste his cock on your tongue

let’s chat about b illy ❤️❤️

[thewandererh]

the iambic pentameter gang!

joke version 2

oh boy it starts out rough for these fellas. transformation happens in so many interesting ways for all of ‘em! i love their story sm ^_^ they’ve been quite the batch to write, and the dynamics of chonny’s characters have been so neat to work with and expand on. my silly illys forever. i’m going to post art of them when i feel like it, and it won’t particularly be in order. they’re in the process of redesigns too so we’ll see how they grow. huzzah!

for more of their story, see the #iambicpentameter tag on my blog bc WOW 23 notes so fast. no pressure ofc ofc, but the blog search bar (with the hashtag) works better than just tapping the tag. woohoo !!!!

[sitkowski]

time waits for me in bloom - nicholas ruffilo x cam (oc)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x cam (OC) cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ gentle femdom, subby nicky, orgasm denial, chastity device (cock cage), praise kink, dirty talk, sexting (explicit pictures), oral sex (f receiving), handjobs, vaginal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, they just love each other a lot word count: 4k author's note: here is the sequel to get me low (like a basement), aka this is nicky gets the cage. many thanks to illy for looking over this to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be, i owe you my life boo 💓 title comes from "blue reverie" by erra. divider by @saradika-graphics 🔐

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Cam gets in late from the bar the second night Nicholas is gone on tour. It’s just her and the cats, and she’s glad for their company while he’s away. She showers the smell of spilled beer and smoke off of herself, and then puts on a pair of sweats and one of Nicholas’ shirts before crawling into bed. She grabs her phone to text him, just to let him know that she made it in from work safe and sound. They had talked before the show and Cam had been a little amused at the little edge in his voice. He’d said he was fine, he was handling everything okay.

It’s only been two days.

When her phone pings with a notification, she’s expecting a goodnight or something. They’re still in the same time zone right now and she knows he’s probably going to be either sleeping soon or bored while they travel. But when Cam opens the message thread, she sees that it’s a photo. And it’s not that she has any doubt whatsoever that he’s going to be wearing the cage like he told her would, but to see it like this is another thing entirely. It’s obvious that he’s locked himself in some gas station bathroom, where the lighting is terrible and there’s graffiti all over the stall door. All she can really see is his lower stomach, the little padlock that sits atop the cock cage, and a hint of the glittery silicone encasing him. Her mouth goes dry at the sight, and she has to think of what to say, what to do. Does she send him words of encouragement? Does she send him back a picture that will no doubt drive him a little crazy because he can’t do anything about it?

She makes a decision, shimmying out of her sweatpants so that she’s only in her underwear and Nicholas’ Labyrinth t-shirt. It takes her a minute to get comfortable and take the picture at the right angle. It’s not even that risque, not compared to what he just sent her, but she knows it’ll do the trick. Cam sends a second one right behind it, without the t-shirt, so that he can see the tiny gold key that goes to the lock on his cage where it hangs around her neck, sitting just above her breasts. This one, she attaches a message to.

Be good.

She doesn’t wait for a response, setting aside her phone and putting back on her clothes before picking up her book. And when nothing comes through her phone, she isn’t surprised either. Even with the silence, she knows that he’ll be good for her. She’s confident he’ll be able to handle the cage okay, and it’s not as if there’s any punishment if he can’t. Cam thinks he just wanted this challenge for himself, to see how deep into denial he could get with it. Of course there’s a part of her that likes the power having the key for the cage gives her.

It takes him four more days to crack, just a little. Cam wakes up in the middle of the night to her phone ringing. Her immediate thought is that something’s wrong, and she scrambles to answer. All she hears at first when she says his name is his choppy breathing, and panic swirls in her stomach.

“Nicky?”

“You gotta tell me, Camille,” he says, his voice strained. “You gotta tell me I can’t take it off.”

A little bit of relief settles in her, “Oh baby, are you hurting?”

She’s not sure where he is but he has to be alone if he’s calling her like this. She hears a thud, which is probably him knocking his head against a door. She pictures him locking himself away in the hotel room bathroom, trying to be quiet so as not to be overheard while he struggles to get control.

“You’re doing so well Nicky, I’m so proud of you,” she says because she knows that’s what he needs to hear and it’s the truth. “You’re going to wear that cage. Eight more days and then you’re going to come home and I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“I’m losing my mind a little, fuck. All I want to do is—”

“No, Nicholas, listen to me.” Cam makes her voice a little more stern and she hears his sharp intake of breath. “You tell me right now if you want to safeword out, and then you’ll go and wake Noah up and tell him you want your key. Is that what you want?”

The sound of the call changes and she can tell he’s put her on speaker. She hears the sound of water running and splashing, and then after a minute, he finally speaks again. “You know you’re the smart one in this relationship, right?”

She makes a face that he can’t see, filing that away to deal with once he’s home. “You said you could do this for me. But maybe I want you to do this for you, Nicky.”

“Eight more days,” he says. He still sounds shaky, but it’s kind of unavoidable. “I can do eight more days.”

“You can. And if you can’t, that’s okay too. But I think you’re gonna be just fine.”

He laughs, a little hysterical. “Ask me again in eight days.”

Cam chooses then to distract him and ask him about the tour, and it seems to work for a little while. It doesn’t really matter to her that it’s the middle of the night, she’s happy to talk to him as long as he needs her to. Eventually, neither of them can stop yawning and they say goodnight to one another.

The next few days seem to fly by and as far as she can tell, he’s handling it okay. There aren’t any more middle of the night phone calls where he’s begging to be let out, at least. She even asks Noah, without really asking him, how Nicholas is holding up. And while Noah’s got the second key, he’d only taken it under the explicit instructions that he was given no absolute details. He has to know what it’s for, but he’s perfectly capable of pretending to be deaf, dumb and blind about the situation unless Nicholas tells him his safeword. There’s doing a favor for a friend, like holding the spare key to his chastity cage, and then there’s talking about it.

Cam decides to meet up with the tour on the last day to surprise Nicholas. She books a hotel room for them for after the show because she’s got a feeling they’re not going to make it out of the state before Nicholas gets the cage off. It’s surprisingly easy for her to convince him she’s still at home, even when she all but sneaks off to the venue to pick up the pass that Bryan left for her. Everyone knows that she’s there, and she manages to avoid being spotted by Nicholas at all. He doesn’t even realize that she’s side stage.

It’s obvious how the cage is affecting him, she can see that much just from watching him out there. Nicholas’ playing might be fully controlled but the rest of his movements are frenzied and Cam stays out of his line of sight so as not to distract him. She watches as he paces between songs, and maybe she feels more than a tiny amount of joy at how worked up this has made him. Now, all she can think about is what’s going to happen when he realizes that she’s here. What’s going to happen when she gets him back to that hotel room? She can’t even imagine making him wait until they get home.

She moves even further out of the way as the show comes to an end. As the band comes off stage, they each see her as they go by and make their way back to the dressing room. Nicholas is last, and he doesn’t even realize she’s standing there at first, not until she calls out his name. Once he sees her, he passes his bass off to the first tech with free hands, and pulls Cam into his arms.

“You’re here!” he says, as if it’s not obvious. “I thought you were at home.”

He’s burning up like a furnace, but she still clings to him anyways, “I thought I’d come and surprise you. It’s day fourteen after all.”

His eyes go a little fuzzy and she sees the desperation in them. He’s got things that he has to do before she can fully steal him away for the rest of the night, and she gives him a guiding push towards the dressing room. She can feel how tense he is beneath her hands, but chooses to ignore it for now. The post show chaos is enough of a distraction for him, even though Cam can tell now that they’re closer together how twitchy he really is. 

“It’s gonna be a long drive home,” Nicholas says at one point.

“We’re not leaving just yet. I got a room for us for the night, I figured we’d just leave in the morning.”

It seems to click in his head that as soon as they leave the venue, he’s finally going to be getting out of his cage. He gives her a grateful look and rushes off to wrap things up, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. Cam watches him go in amusement, mindful of the key that’s still around her neck, tucked beneath her hoodie.

By the time that the stage has been broken down and the equipment has been loaded, Nicholas looks as if he’s going to have some sort of breakdown if he doesn’t get to leave soon. If anyone else has noticed how off he is, they’re being very polite about it. For all Cam knows, they either already know or they’re scared that Nicholas will tell them exactly what’s going on and traumatize them all. She can never be too sure in this group.

He all but drags her out of the venue as they leave, and he’s practically squirming in his seat on the cab ride to the hotel. She was lucky he even thought to grab his bags from the bus before they left. But all it takes is one hand firmly placed on his knee and Nicholas seems to settle right away, blowing out a breath and leaning his head back against the seat.

“Not much longer,” Cam promises, and he gives her a jerky nod. “Hey, look at me. Are you absolutely okay?”

He turns his head and meets her gaze. His eyes are still a little unfocused, but he gives her another nod. “I’m okay. It’s just been a long two weeks. You’ll take it off once we’re in the room?”

“I promise, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

He’s a little more subdued once they get to the hotel, and once they get into the room, he sits his bags down with hers and turns around to look at her expectantly. Cam takes her time in pulling off her hoodie and taking off her shoes. His eyes immediately go to the key where it’s standing out against the front of her shirt, and she sees his hands twitch at his sides.

“Go ahead and take off your clothes for me?” she asks softly.

Nicholas hadn’t bothered to change out of his stage clothes before they left the venue, and he leaves everything in a messy pile on the floor. Cam knows the flush on his face and chest is still lingering post show endorphins, but she also knows he has one goal right now. Stepping closer to him, she undoes the clasp on the chain and takes the key off of it. She watches the way he shifts around almost nervously, and she presses up to kiss him on the forehead before turning her attention to the cage.

His breath hitches and he stifles a whine in the back of his throat as she unlocks the tiny padlock and eases the cage off of him. She doesn’t touch him any more than she needs to and when she raises her gaze to him, she can see tears of relief gathering in his eyes.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, it’ll make you feel better,” Cam catches his jaw in her hand, squeezing just a little. “But no touching.”

He looks as if he wants to argue, already half hard and moments away from full on pouting. It’s cute. But finally he grabs his shower stuff from one of his bags and disappears into the bathroom. Cam waits until she hears the water start before she finally moves from where she’s standing. Taking a deep breath, she goes through the normal motions that she does every night at home; makes sure both of their phones are plugged in, changes out of her clothes into one of Nicholas t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts that she probably won’t even be in that long. The check out time tomorrow isn’t until eleven in the morning, and she plans to use as much of that time as she can to their full advantage.

The shower cuts off and a few moments later Nicholas appears in the bathroom doorway, haphazardly drying off. She still thinks about that day in the hotel room in Wyoming when they got back together every time she sees him like this. She can’t help but walk over to him, taking the towel and scrubbing it through his hair for him. He’s still tense and she knows exactly what he needs.

“Come over here to the bed,” she says, pulling him along.

She crawls to the middle, leaning back against the pillows and Nicholas moves to follow her. She stops him before he can get close enough, gesturing for him to turn around so that his back is to her chest. He does it without complaint, though she’s sure he might be a little confused. Before he can ask, she leans in and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, before reaching over and picking up a bottle of lube off of the nightstand. She can feel it when his breath hitches in his chest.

“Camille—”

“Shhh,” she pours some lube into her hand and reaches down, wrapping her fingers around Nicholas’ cock. “Just let me take care of you first, okay? We’ve got all night.”

His only response to that is to arch up into her touch, a quiet moan falling from his mouth as she moves her fist in a slow stroke up. She pauses at the tip, giving him a gentle squeeze only to make him louder. Not wanting to rush this, she repeats the motion, enjoying every noise she drags out of him with each twist of her wrist. His hips rock up into her touch greedily, and Cam peppers kisses along his bare shoulder to urge him on.

“My needy boy, keep making those sounds for me,” she murmurs. Nicholas whines and squirms, one of his hands clamping down on her thigh. “You’re so hard for me, aren’t you? It doesn’t seem like you’re going to last that long. It’s been two weeks”

Cam doesn’t tell him he’s not allowed to come. It seems so cruel after he’s done so well while he was away. And she tells him so as she cards the fingers of her free hand through his hair, tugging just a little on the damp strands. She can tell that he’s trying not to come yet though, that he’s trying to drag this out even though she promised him she’d take care of him, and she speeds up her strokes. Each desperate sound he makes sinks into her skin and turns her on even more. But this isn’t about her right now, and she gives him all of the attention he deserves.

“Don’t hold back on my account, Nicky, just let go.” she urges.

He curses and knocks his head back against her shoulder, body going taught as he spills over her fingers and his stomach. She’d be surprised how messy it was if it hadn’t been so long for him. Eventually he’s got to wrap his hand around her wrist and pull her hand away, gasping for air. He grabs for the towel to clean them both off before flopping back against the bed.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, and Cam grins, leaning over to kiss him.

“Did you miss me, or did you miss orgasms?”

She’s fucking with him, because she can. He lets out an exasperated noise and gives her a playful shove, crawling over her. “Shut up, I’ll show you orgasms.”

“Oh, you're gonna get bossy on me now, Nicholas?” she asks. She loves the way he blushes at that.

“I don’t know,” he says with mock indifference. “You gonna lie back and let me take care of you now?”

She loves him like this too, and the answering kiss he gives her knocks her head back into the pillows and makes her stomach twist pleasantly. One of his hands comes up to cradle her jaw and she melts into the mattress when his other hand starts pulling at the waistband of her sleep shorts. Cam opens her mouth for him, lets him lick his way inside, and she reaches down to help get her shorts off. They get tangled around her ankles, but she manages to get them off and toss them aside. Nicholas’ hands move to get her out of her shirt, and then they’re skin to skin, finally.

“You didn’t answer my question, Cam,” he says as he drags his nose up her cheek. “Can I take care of you now?”

How the hell can she deny him when he asks her like that? “Of course you can, baby.”

He ducks his head down, kissing her neck tenderly, before he starts to move down her body. Cam would tease him about his oral fixation but honestly she wants his mouth on her as badly as he wants to put it there. Anywhere he wants. Rising up on her elbows, she watches as he drags that mouth over her stomach, across her hips. He grips the undersides of her legs, pushing them up until she hooks them over his shoulders like he wants. 

Cam sighs and sinks her fingers into his hair as he presses his mouth to her, a soft parody of a kiss that starts out slow but becoming more firm presses of his tongue as he tastes her, teasing over her clit. While she had no problem not teasing him tonight, he doesn't seem to have the same sentiment as he moves slowly in a deliberate way that says she hasn't been restricted from coming in fourteen days. A ridiculous sound escapes her lips and she scratches her nails over his scalp when he dips his tongue into her briefly before pulling back and licking upward again. When he lets go of one of her thighs long enough to slip one of his fingers inside of her, Cam shudders and her hips buck up.

She can feel his laughter against her, even when he never takes his tongue off her clit, but then he's adding in a second finger and causing her to squirm more. Her hips shift back and forth and he moves easily with her, letting her ride his face and yank his hair. She doesn't have to worry about hurting him, she knows he likes it. She was already on the edge to begin with, just from seeing him fall apart for her so easily earlier, but when he crooks his fingers up into that spot inside of her at the same time his lips close around her clit, she can't do anything but let herself fall back against the bed and let her orgasm wash over her.

Reaching down, she pulls him back up to her by the jaw and seals their lips together. She can feel him getting hard against her again and she reaches down to dig her nails into the flesh of his ass, just for him to twitch and grind into her. It doesn't matter to her that her entire body is still buzzing from her climax, she still needs him inside of her now.

Nicholas pulls back a little, “Turn over for me.”

He gives her the room she needs to roll over onto her stomach and she tries to stay still as he trails his lips up her back and shoulder. His hands are everywhere and she gasps as she feels him dragging his cock between her folds. When she tries to rock back and get him inside of her, he pulls back, laughing again.

“You’re gonna spend the drive home in that cage again Nicholas, I swear to god.”

“Promises promises,” he says with no small amount of glee at the idea that he has the upper hand here. “You’ve gotta have some patience, Camille. You said I could take care of you.”

She can’t exactly argue with his logic, Looking over her shoulder, she realizes that’s what he wanted. He wanted her eyes on him as he finally sinks fully inside of her. Her breath leaves her in a gasping rush, both of them freezing and reveling in the moment of being together like this again. Finally she gives in and she arches back into him. This time he lets her, his hands sliding up over the swell of her ass, tracing up her spine and sliding back down to grasp her hips. He pulls her back into each thrust and her mind starts to go fuzzy with overstimulation and the drag of his cock inside of her. Cam doesn’t think she needs to be touched to be able to come again, she thinks this is more than enough.

His forehead presses into the curve of her neck and she feels his teeth set into her skin. Her stomach clenches and she inhales sharply, mouth dropping open. It's just another sensation shooting through her body. One of her hands comes up to tangle in his hair, trying to keep him as close as possible. It’s in the back of her mind that every single hotel in the world has the most shitty insulation and they’re probably giving some poor soul an earful. Each lungful of air leaves her in a choking moan and every time Nicholas pulls back and starts mouthing at another section of skin she feels dizzy.

It's too much and she comes with a sob of his name. His hips piston into hers relentlessly, fucking her through her second orgasm as he chased his own. Cam can hear him whispering in her ear but his words are intelligible over the thudding of her heart in her chest. He finally comes, his fingers slotting between hers as he buries his face into her hair and goes still against her.

“Stay still for me,” he murmurs and Cam nods slowly. She doesn’t think she could move if he actually asked her to.

She hisses out a breath when he pulls out, long past embarrassed when she realizes she can feel his come dripping out of her. His touch skates over the back of her legs, and he nearly falls off of the bed to get another towel to clean her up with. She thinks about a shower, or taking advantage of the very big jacuzzi bathtub that this hotel room has, but it all requires moving. Sweat cools on her skin and eventually Nicholas lies back down beside her, pulling her over onto his chest.

“Thank you,” he says.

Cam’s eyebrows raise, “Are you thanking me for the sex, Nicky?”

He huffs out a breath, cheeks going a little pink. “I’m thanking you for believing that I could do what I did.”

“Oh, baby,” she reaches up to card her hands into his hair again, managing to lift herself up to press a kiss against his forehead. “I never doubted you for a second.”

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[hungwy]

latin actually has a they former/they latter and they’re the delightfully pronounced illi/hi (illee/hee)

since latin doesn’t have strict word order but tends towards sov it wouldn’t inherit declension from a previous sentence though. i think that’s such a cool idea since case is kind of irrelevant with strict svo sentence construction?

oh interesting, thats exactly what I was looking for. thank you!

and yeah, I was thinking about how English still has case for pronouns even though our word order indicates case to begin with. so I thought forms like "She knows She" or "her knows She" should actually indicate something!

[doueverwonder]

Calilliyork

What are each of their favorite things about each other???

y'all gotta stop sending me good asks when i'm at work and have to wait to respond to them >:\

So like obviously they all deeply appreciate each others ability to see past just the cities they’re known for. It’s why they’re all dating in the first place.

for Illinois pls reference this post first; okay, so knowing that I think he has the same favorite thing about NY and California and it's how sure they are of everything they do, they know what they want and/or what needs to be done and they're going to get it. He'd admire this about them even if they weren't dating, but knowing them that closely just adds to it.

California considers themself a pacifist, but she may fall in love all over again every time NY jumps to defend her. Cali got used to having to be 'me, myself, and i' and since it started dating York takes immense comfort in knowing there's someone right there willing to throw hands for her.

For California's favorite thing about Illinois; its favorite thing I think would just be the finding someone else who feels the same way in their region. No one in the West cares for California all the time, and it's the same with Illinois in the Midwest. There's this relief in falling for someone that is so easy to confide in.

If you ask New York his favorite thing about either of them he'll say "They're less annoying than most people" which roughly translates to "how the fuck am I supposed to pick something they're both so perfect???"

If he had to pick though, I think for California it would be their ability to just go with the flow, and more importantly drag others into the flow. York is horrible at taking breaks and changing plans last minute, his life used to be scheduled to the second and now Cali is making him drop things because she decided last minute it wants to go to the beach and watch the sunset. And god does he love them for it.

for Illinois, Illi is a bit more of a realist now, but fundamentally he always has and always will be the optimist to York's pessimist. When they first really were getting to know each other Chicago was the fastest growing city in recorded history; and gosh was Illinois excited about it back then. NY kinda had this 'wow he doesn't know what comes with all this'. Then the Chicago fire happened and by the time York gets there Illinois is already up and about touting on about how it 'could have been worse'. and in 1893 Illinois is dragging York around Chicago's world fair and he's so excited about the future, and who is York to ruin his dreams. New York is always going to be a pessimist but the only reason he hasn't completely given up yet is because of Illinois.

[prismarts]

Memories and a Reunion

Plot: Three moments in Douxie's lifetime where he remembers his best friend, Illy......... and their reunion, 900 years later.

Notes: Takes place wayyy before ToA but also during Wizards, Just them and an exploration of Douxie thinking about Illy throughout the centuries, small Peter Pan Return to Neverland reference :3, WE ARE SO BACK BABSSS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I miss them.

Trigger Warnings: Fear of a loved one's death, brief mention of one night stands and flings. Let me know if there are any that I missed-

Word Count: 2171 words

Tags: @tempestimes @mxcheese @alovesongtheywrote @blixeon @gafanhotoanarquistax3 @gaylightisminetocommand @nyxicnymph @slowpokenz @sergeantsporks @honeyxmonkey @tenebrius-excellium @generalfandomsofthefreak @bernie-the-nugget @lovedropletsdreams @glorious-pxrpose @valentimmy @tales-of-hisirdoux

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Douxie always held his life back in Camelot in his memories, in his heart. Despite everything, Camelot was his home and where he spent a good while of his life there… That was where he was accepted as Merlin’s apprentice, where he met Morgana and gained a permanent place to live with his familiar and learn magic.

But it was also where he met his best friend, Illy….

Of course he would always remember to keep his life in Camelot in his memories, even with the kingdom long gone by the time he started his journey to other kingdoms and villages, to other countries and lands…

Memories of the people he cared about so deeply and the times he had there, they were special to him…Merlin, Morgana……

Illy..

There were three specific moments in his centuries long journey where he thinks about the spellcaster, his best friend…

The first time was…. So simple… When Douxie looked back on this moment, he almost chuckled fondly, thinking about how something so small could remind him of her…

He was travelling to a neighbouring town at the time, taking a longer route through a flourishing field. With Archie on his shoulders, he was walking along the dirt path and looking around the area, taking in the scenery of the open field.

The clouds floating around slowly as the wind gently blew through his hair as something small caught his golden hazel and green eyes nestled amongst the soft grass as he quietly strayed from the dirt path and towards the open field.

“Douxie, where are you going?”

Archie asked as he watched his wizard familiar kneel down on the soft grass and stare at the small bundles of forget me nots nestled on the ground.

“Look Arch, forget me nots!...”, Douxie said, a hint of excitement in his voice as he glanced at his cat familiar as he saw Archie tilt his head, “Indeed, Douxie…what about them?”, his familiar asked curiously.

The young wizard has never really shown interest in flowers before…

“They’re Illy’s favourite…remember?..”, The wizard replied in a soft voice, turning his head again to stare at the small flowers, waving around through the wind as he felt a small, nostalgic smile spread across his face.

“It is….I’m surprised you remembered…” Archie said as he watched his young familiar roll his eyes playfully as he glanced at the black cat on his shoulder, “Of course, I remember….”, he mumbled before going back to looking at the flowers quietly.

“I wonder what she’s up to….”

He wondered out loud, a worried frown quietly making its way to his face as he fully sat himself down with a sigh, “I hope she’s alright..”, He mumbled, holding the bud of the flower in his hand, being careful not to pick it off.

“I’m sure she is, Douxie…. She’s a strong spellcaster…wherever she is, I’m sure she’s safe..”, The familiar on his shoulder said as he gently bumped his head against Douxie’s as an attempt to cheer him up.

“R..right….of course she is….I suppose I’m just…realising how long it’s been…since we last saw each other..” 

“Well…. You’ll see each other again Douxie… I can’t tell you exactly when that is…but the day will come.”

Archie watches as Douxie takes a breath, smiling a little sadly as he nodded, “You’re right, Archie….I just have to wait and see..”, He mumbled, carefully picking a small bundle of the forget me nots.

“For now…I can find ways to just…remember her..” 

Douxie took out his heavy leather bound notebook out of his pack, carefully opening to two empty pages and placing the bundle of flowers and closing the book, pressing the flowers into its pages.

He packed up his notebook before standing back up, being careful of Archie perched on his shoulder as he spotted a sparkling turquoise butterfly fluttering past in the distance, smiling as they continued their journey.

Centuries later, another moment came…

Well, less of a moment and more of a realisation on Douxie’s part, he admits as he thinks back on it.

It was the 90s, he had just gotten into a relationship with a mortal girl, Alice. She was sweet and kind, he was happy with her despite the relationship not lasting long.

It wasn’t because of anything terrible, Alice was amazing really, but Douxie had gotten used to not being attached to mortals….it was harder as an immortal to do so and he’s built a wall around himself.

He just couldn’t bring himself to stay in relationships with mortals long term, most times they end up being very brief single nights of intimacy…

But he also noticed something else, how much she reminded him of Illy… It wasn’t too obvious at first, she has small physical similarities…. 

She was a brunette, freckles littering her cheeks like Illy… she was a little on the shorter side as well.

But what really hit the young wizard hard were the similarities in their personalities, his girlfriend was well read, she was smart and kind. She was shy at first but grew to be more talkative as their relationship went on.

She was gentle and soft spoken…

She reminded him so much of Illy, she reminded him of his best friend…The best friend he hasn’t seen in centuries at this point of his life.

Douxie was laying in his bed as the realisation hit, staring at the ceiling and getting so lost in thought as he tossed and turned.

He never expected to think of Illy this way, of course he didn’t. She was his best friend, he hasn’t seen her since Camelot…. 

He’s never had these thoughts before….

Never realised if any of his partners, as rare as it was for him to be in relationships, he never realised if any of his past partners ever reminded him of Illy.

His face burned, going warm as his cheeks turned red as he thought about it, sitting up abruptly as he covered his face with his hands with a heavy sigh. Running his fingers through his bangs as he glanced out the window.

“Douxie, are you alright?..”

He flinched, hearing Archie’s voice as the cat familiar jumped up the bed as he glanced down at him for a moment.

“I….I don’t know….I guess…I was thinking..”

“Whatever about?..”

Douxie thought to himself quietly as he looked out the window for a moment before glancing at Archie, “Do….you ever notice….that Alice is a lot like Illy?..”, he asked quietly.

There was a silence in the room for a moment before Archie spoke up, seemingly in thought the whole time, “I suppose so…. She isn’t completely like Illy, of course…but I suppose she does remind me of her….why?..”

“I…I just never realised it before, I suppose….and it’s…I’m not sure why I’m thinking about it. Illy’s just…..my best friend..and I shouldn’t be thinking about this…..right?..”

“Well….I wouldn’t say it’s an awful thing to think about… You’re maybe just realising you have certain traits you gravitate towards.”

“I…guess?...”

Douxie mumbled, sounding unsure of himself as he took a breath for a moment, “Do you think we’ll ever see her again?... It’s been……centuries…since we left Camelot, since we said goodbye… We haven’t seen her at all…”

“...We have no way of knowing if…..if she’s even alive…”

He let out a shaky sigh, getting up from his bed completely, opening the window and leaning his head on the window sill. Staring at the night sky quietly as he felt tears prick at his eyes.

Archie quietly jumped onto the window sill next to his wizard familiar, sitting himself down as he nuzzled his head against his young wizard, purring as an attempt to comfort him.

“Maybe someday….we’ll see her again….. There’s also no way for us to know either way…but if she is alive…then we’ll see her again someday….”

Douxie let out a shaky sigh as he gently leaned his head a little against Archie as he purred, the both of them looking out the window as he could have sworn he saw the same glowing turquoise butterfly he did centuries ago flying by in the distance.

He smiled sadly, sighing, “Maybe you’re right, Arch….thank you..”, he mumbled softly as they stared at the stars together.

Years later, he was tossed onto a flying ship. 

Narrowly escaping the Green Knight and his attacks on the bookstore with Merlin, Toby, Steve and AAARRRGGHH in tow. Archie having been with him since the start of the night like he’s always been.

They were flying through the sky quickly, Douxie holding onto the side of the ship as it slowed down slightly when the castle came into sight.

The young wizard’s breath caught in his throat for a moment at the sight of his old home flying in the sky, effectively having drowned out the excited conversations from the two kids and his old Master in the distance.

Douxie smiled fondly, leaning slightly on the railing of the ship as he looked at his old home, memories of his time in Camelot slowly flooding back to him..

Memories of Illy resurfacing….

He can’t help the feeling of his racing heart as the memories resurface, questions flooding his mind eternally.

Is she here? Has she been here for a while? Master Merlin…didn’t mention her…

Has she changed much since he last saw her? She had to have changed somewhat…it has been centuries..

Would….she even remember him?... 

Would she recognize him?...

His head was reeling at the thought….hoping so badly that his best friend did remember him…that she could recognize him right away.

He was finally going to see her again!

The excitement was making his heart jump around in his chest, the closer they got to the castle…

Oh, if he only knew what would happen…

He could never imagine he would have to bring an entire group into hiding at Hex Tech, almost suffering the wrath of Zoe, who….he really owed after that day.

He could never imagine that he would have had to go back to the past…

He would never imagine he would have reunited with Illy from his Camelot days before he could even see her from his own timeline..

He never imagined that Illy would kiss him before the Battle of Killahead…

He glanced down at the girl in question, the girl currently occupying his brain amongst all the danger and adrenaline.

She looks…different, her hair was significantly shorter, messily cut and draping just above her shoulders. She was dressed differently too, her lady in waiting gown in shades of green replaced with an outfit more befitting of a wizard.

A dark green vest over a white tunic top, a wrapped around skirt, pants and heavy brown and silver boots. Silver detailing scattered all over now that he had the time to really take in her different look.

Her eyes were still the same shimmering turquoise…but at the moment it seemed hardened…her eyes seemed puffy and red…as if she had been crying.

She looked upset.

Douxie felt a pang of pain when he noticed….was there some form of guilt in there as well? Maybe…was she upset with him? Because they haven’t seen each other in so long?

He couldn’t tell…

And perhaps he had been looking at her for a tad longer than he intended…because as soon as he glanced away, he tenses, hearing her quiet voice.

“Douxie?..”

Douxie looked back down at Illy, seeing her look up at him quietly, her turquoise coloured eyes almost inspecting him in a way he just couldn’t explain..

“..Hello, Illy..”, He said, his voice soft as he did, being mindful at how tense she seemed.

There was an awkward silence as they looked at each other, Illy staring at him for a moment, looking him up and down before glancing down, “....You changed…” She barely whispered, her voice fragile and almost solemn..

The now Master Wizard looked down at her, the hurt in his chest getting a little worse… something happened to her…and he wanted to know everything, but there was so much going on at the moment.

Douxie reached out, taking Illy’s hand in his with a soft squeeze as she whipped her head up to look at him, “Not really….not ever… I’m still the same moppet you knew…all those centuries ago..”, he said, a fond smile appearing on his face.

He watched as Illy let out a shaky sigh as tears appeared in her eyes, in that moment, that was what she saw… the same moppet she befriended and fell in love with all those centuries ago.

She squeezed his hand back gently, a small giggle escaping her.

“I guess you are…..I really missed you, Douxie…” She mumbled softly, leaning her head on his arm, gently. 

Pulling a soft chuckle from the taller wizard, a sound Illy thought she would never hear again before today….

“I missed you too, Illy…”

[flamingator]

Couple’a doodles of @mxboxlocks ‘s HC designs of Solly an’ Engie (+ my HC Engie design in the second one X]). I lorb these guys sm they’re are so illy to me hEHEHEHE 💖✨

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Also a wip of my HC Soldier design in the works! 🪖

I love men <3

[ultravioletqueen]

What if it’s not the game that romanticizes incest but it’s incest itself that’s romantic? I mean think about it. They’re just doing their thing and you look at them thinking how romantic they look. That is just the way they are, whether it’s seen as good or bad they won’t just explode for being incestual, their feelings about each other won’t change. And they don’t have to change if that’s what makes them happy. You know, gay people are looked down upon and have health risks from engaging in intercourse, even mentioning that second part is seen as unimaginably rude. People who want to be in a relationship with their siblings are not so different too, but in this case you’re just too prejudiced to see you’re trying to criticize true love.

Ok, there's so much to unpack here

First of all: youre comparing GAY PEOPLE TO INCEST??? The lgtb comunity have nothing in common with people who practice incest, the incest was never something romantic unlike the homosexuality.

The incest was A MEANS TO AN END, not for love but for having "pure blood" children, and even so the incest was no useful because guess what THEIR CHILDREN SUFFERED DEFORMITIES AND SHORT LIVES BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS ADN WERE THE SAME. IT WASN'T ROMANTIC AT ALL AND ONLY CAUSED PAIN TO THOSE KIDS.

The incest is considered inmoral because in actual times the family love is very separate from the romantic one and any functional person would never see their family as something else than that, and if a person has that type of feelings for someone of their family is normally because of MENTAL ILLINESS OR ABUSE, people who where victims of abuse normally suffer it from members of their family and can mistake the codependence with their abuser as love without being in love.

Gay people on the other side ALWAYS been something purely romantic, but couldn't express it because in other times the society was more traditional and didn't accept the idea of two men or two women being together romantically because it didn't was seen as natural by the most conservative sector of society, but the homosexuals (unlike the incestuous people) were not harming anyone! They FIGHTED for their rights in times where they would only be outcasts of society. Their love is valid because is their right to love who they want to love without harm anyone(which, for the record, IS NOT A FAMILY MEMBER).

Second, WHAT LOVE?! What they have is the most toxic, codependent and self destructive relationship i ever seen! But thats the point of the game, seeing bad people like Andrew and Ashley doing bad things, and they destroy eachother and is NOT ROMANTIC AT ALL, its just a toxic pair being a toxic pair, and none of them is truly happy with the other even if they have moments of calm(they're not romantic moments, theyre just rare moments where they can get along), even in the game are moments where they are willing to KILL EACH OTHER, the love dosen't work like that buddy.

Andrew and Ashley are obssesed with each other but thats not love, they only stay together because nobody else would stand them and they harm all the people who is with them(they deserve each other in that sense).

If your vision for true love is a relationship where both parts harm each other and only stays together by fear of being alone then let me tell you that you shouldn't talk about love in first place.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Worry

ectoberhaunt2023 day 24- science fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Sam and Tucker have been trying desperately to locate Danny

ao3 ectoberhaunt masterlist part 6 of SIANT

“Have you found anything yet?” Sam asked, leaning over Tucker's shoulder.

Tucker scowled. “I’ve broken into their system and found a list of facilities. But I don’t know where they’re keeping him.”

“Well work faster!”

“I’m trying! What do you think I’m doing? Do you think I want him to be stuck with those monsters!” 

Sam stepped back, clenching her teeth and breathing, trying to dissipate anger. “No. I’m sorry. I’m just worried.”

Tucker sighed, “We both are. But we need to stay calm. Fighting each other won’t help.”

“I know.”

Sam went over and sat on Tucker’s bed. She hated that there wasn’t anything she could do. They couldn’t even leave town! The GIW had put up surveillance all over town and made it nearly impossible to leave town, all with Mayor Masters approval. 

And Ellie…

Tucker had gotten the notification that her ecto-signature had been spotted near town. They had grown concerned when she didn’t come visit, and Danny wasn’t answering his phone. So, they had decided to track Ellie down.

All they had found was a puddle of green goop and signs that a tire tracks in the grass.

They had gone to Danny’s house after that, frantic and in tears. But Danny wasn’t home and Jazz didn’t know where he was either. With trepidation they checked the lab, but it was empty.

He might be in the Realms, but with the discovery of Ellie… they were worried.

When two days had passed with nothing, they could only assume the worst.

After that, they had focused on finding GIW facilities. Sam had said she’d search the area where they found Illie again but when she tried to leave town she was stopped by the GIW.

Agent O had claimed that residents were required to have a permit in order to leave town, and they had the paperwork to prove it. Sam had stormed off.

She had, of course, tried different ways out of town but each time she had only gone a little bit out of town she was confronted with GIW agents. 

She had finally had to stop when they had threatened to arrest her with no chance for bail if she tried to leave again.

That left them with only Tucker’s hacking skills, and as impressive as they were, it had still taken him several hours to break into the servers and then even longer to find any relevant information. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that Tucker had to be constantly fighting attempts to get him out of the system, and as soon as he left his computer to sleep or eat he’d have to start from the beginning. And there were only so many energy drinks someone could take before their body forced them to sleep.

It had been a week now. A week where Danny was probably trapped with those monsters. 

He might already be… No. They’d find him, and they’d help him heal from whatever it was they were doing to him.

They’d find him.

They had to.

[pepsicoughdrops]

Everyone say hi to the baby ^_^ been thinking about future cryptid posse stuff lately…

She’s been in my head for a good couple years now but i never really settled on anything until recently :)

Penny is lowkey an impulsive decision at first, Mokji brings up having a baby one night when Eddie’s about 36 and Eddie isn’t really on board at all because this was coming completely out of nowhere to him (also the fact Eddie’s job isn’t the safest in the world for raising a baby around) and it ends with them getting in a decent argument and Mokji locking himself in the bathroom while Eddie goes across the hall to talk to Mot about things :/

Eventually they talk about it (more so Eddie has to coax Mokji to talk about it instead of just letting him dance around the subject) and after lots of talking and legal stuff and paperwork Penny is had when Eddie is at least 42 ^_^

For the Phemie doodle at this point in the timeline her and Mokji (and the other gods like Illy, Salvi, & Huni) are all cordial with each other, i don’t think the other three (Phemie, Salvi, Huni) really see Mokji often considering they aren’t exactly friendly with him but i’m sure they visit once or twice after they learn news of the baby. Phemie isn’t super interested in her or babies in general, all her would be “motherly instinct” as the goddess of nature were zapped from her after having to basically raise the boys all on her own and teach them how to be gods :/ she still congratulates Mokji nonetheless, again they’re cordial at this point (albeit a little awkward)

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[iamvegorott]

Now I can’t help but try to think of what it would say to them. Let’s start with Yancy, shall we?

Entity: Do you remember how it felt? Killing those second hand parents? For once, you felt control. You could feel that again.

Yancy: *turns around in bed as if they’re not there*

Entity: You cannot ignore us.

Yancy: Try me. Ma said ya were trouble. I want nothin’ to do with youse.

Entity: That being is a liar. Lies through her teeth. Ask about the attorney.

Yancy: Yeah, he told me all that. Beats himself up for it all the time.

Entity: Or so he tells you. She gave you up. Abandoned you.

Yancy: I don’t blame her for that anymore. She’s did what she had to.

Entity: By giving you to a neglectful father and overbearing mother? By making you feel as if you had to kill them to escape? Is that love? Is that kindness?!

Yancy: She didn’t know!

Entity: Nor did she care, it seems.

Yancy: You’s a liar and you can go fuck yourself! Whatever you’re sellin’, I don’t want it.

Entity: Not even a loving future with your dear Illy?

Yancy: I already got that covered, alright? Now, fuck off and leave him outta this.

Entity: Don’t you wish he were here, in your arms? Not at the beckon call of the next adventure?

Yancy: It’s part of his job. I ain’t making him stop that.

Entity: But you seem so lonely. You both could sing in perfect harmony. Always together. A lovely duet. He wouldn’t have to give up his dreams, nor you yours. You two could be inseparable, in control.

Bad entity! Bad!

I'm getting the spray bottle!

[forabeatofadrum]

Ljubim te (16/24)

Notes: Hey folks, I am back and I have some news. I have actually written almost all of the fic. Yes, I have finished chapter 16 up to 23 (🤯). I am almost at the end. I haven’t started chapter 24 yet, but all in good time, you know? The reason I hadn’t posted any of 16 - 23 yet is because I finished chapter 16 just now, so I obviously couldn’t post the others.

But now I can, so I will! A part of me considered posting it all in one go, since I am very excited to share it, but that is a bit much, so I have decided to post a new chapter every day.

Apart from that, I have also started writing a side-story from Quinn’s POV. It’s not finished yet and it’s longer than I expected, but it’s fun. Anyway, thanks for sticking around and enjoy reading.

AO3 | S&C  

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MAINTAIN

Kurt doesn’t mean to torture himself, but he is. Why else would he be obsessed with the Instagram of one certain Quinn Fabray?

Kurt and Quinn never befriended each other on social media, because why would they? But Kurt’s befriended Blaine, and when Quinn suddenly popped up in the “Friends you might know” list, he should’ve closed the app, but he didn’t.

Blaine might not be super active on social media, but apparently Quinn is.

And unlike Blaine, she is posting about her trip.

Blaine isn’t in any photos, since they’re mostly aesthetic photos of food, buildings and landscapes, but it’s another confirmation that she is in the country.

--

Kurt needs to get out of the city.

A part of him thinks about going to London a month earlier than planned, but he’s not sure if Adam would appreciate that. It might also be questionable of Kurt to seek out his ex when he’s trying to flee from his new crush and his girlfriend. He and Adam are fine, which is why Kurt is going, but it feels wrong.

He doesn’t really have a lot of trips planned. When he first got to Ljubljana, he knew that he could travel throughout Europe, like André, but he decided that he had time to figure it out, but now it’s April and he’s halfway through his time here.

Fuck, Kurt misses his friends from home. He misses his dad. He talks to them a lot through text and he calls, but it is different. He knew he signed up for this and he knew it would only be for six months, but now he’s lonely.

He misses Blaine.

Blaine became his person in Ljubljana.

Of course he has Sunil and Tadeja. He also has people from his classes and from his play, and the International Student Organisation hosts a lot of events. Kurt’s also gone to the gay scene in Metelkova a few times and he’s met really cool people there as well.

Kurt isn’t alone, but he is lonely.

All of those people are here, and yet they can’t hold a candle to Blaine, which is pathetic.

--

The day after, Sunil and Kurt are on a train to Trieste. It’s a city in Italy, close to the border of Slovenia. Kurt’s already taken the bus to Zagreb but it’s still mindboggling that he can just take public transport into another country. This train even continues to Austria!

Kurt’s been wanting to see Trieste for a while. He had sort of planned on going here with Blaine, since he once told Blaine that he wanted to see the city, but of course, that plan fell through. Instead, Sunil is accompanying him.

When Kurt asked Sunil if he were down for a last minute trip to Italy, Sunil yelled “Fuck yeah!” and that was that.

The trip isn’t that long and the next thing Kurt knows, he’s in fucking Italy.

Kurt and Sunil try to see the biggest sights. They go to the beautiful piazza’s and cathedrals. Kurt isn’t religious and Sunil is Buddhist, but the church did go big with the aesthetics and they can appreciate that. There’s also a castle just outside of the city centre and there is a gorgeous pier, since Trieste lies at the coast.

And there’s coffee! There is a lot of good coffee.

“The owners of the coffee brand Illy are from here,” Sunil reads from his phone and Kurt thinks he might’ve found heaven. They stop by at multiple caffetteria’s, as they’re called in Italian.

Kurt’s having a great day and sure, it does sting a bit that Blaine isn’t here, because the two of them have talked about going to Trieste, but it is what it is.

--

The next day, Kurt knocks on Sunil’s door to ask if they can have breakfast in the city together.

And after classes, he texts Sunil to meet up in town to hang out at the Ljubljana river.

In the evening, he wonders if Sunil wants to grab some Boni together.

Kurt thinks he’s being such a great friend, but Sunil sets him straight.

“Look, Kurt, I’m flattered that you want to spend so much time with me, but you need to stop and think for a second,” Sunil says.

Kurt raises an eyebrow.

“We’re friends. Boni buddies and all that jazz. I like hanging out with you, but at this point I think you’re just using me to replace Blaine,” Sunil adds on.

Kurt wants to protests and tell Sunil that he is definitely wrong, but the words get stuck in his throat, because he knows that Sunil is right.

“And quite frankly, I don’t like that,” Sunil continues and Kurt feels like an ass, “I want you to hang out with me because you like me. We’re friends. I don’t want to be second best. You’re always with Blaine, sometimes even ditching me for him, and the moment he’s out of the picture, you come crawling back to me. How am I supposed to feel?”

“Sunil… I am so sorry,” Kurt says, but those words fall flat. Sunil looks really hurt. “I do like hanging out with you. I do think we’re friends and I hope to maintain that friendship even after we both go home to our own countries. But you’re right. I miss Blaine.”

“You’re forgiven,” Sunil says earnestly, “It is really crappy of Blaine to do this to you, so I get it. I just wanted to set things straight and make it clear to you.”

“Thanks. And it is crappy.”

“Won’t you see him at the game?” Sunil asks, “Maybe you can talk it out.”

“What game?”

“The rugby game,” Sunil answers.

Right. Kurt had completely forgotten about that. He, Sunil, Blaine and Quinn have tickets for a game.

“I don’t think he wants to talk,” Kurt says back, “I don’t think I should go.”

“Oh, I am definitely going,” Sunil says.

Kurt raises an eyebrow.

“Isn’t he ghosting you as well?”

Sunil nods.

“Yes, but I like rugby.”

Kurt understands what Sunil is saying, but he still thinks it’s not a good idea. Kurt also wants answers, but cornering Blaine at a public rugby game while his girlfriend is around isn’t a great idea. And he really believes that Blaine isn’t going to talk.

Blaine needs to come to Kurt. Trying to reach Blaine will only backfire.

It sucks, but it’s the truth.

“Does Tadeja like rugby?” Kurt asks.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“She should get my ticket.”

“Kurt-”

Kurt holds up his hand to silence Sunil.

“She can have my ticket. Make it a double date.”

It physically hurts to suggest that, but it’s what it is.

“… Okay.”

“Cool, I’ll e-mail it to you.”

“Right.”

“Then, I’ll just be off-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sunil exclaims, “What about the Boni?”

“You still want to get Boni?” Kurt asks.

Sunil looks amused.

“Of course. As I said, I needed to set things straight. You want to get Boni with me because we’re friends, and not because I am a substitute for Blaine, right?”

“Definitely!” Kurt says, and he means it. Sunil was right. Kurt did use him. But it’s a good thing Sunil called him out, because now Kurt’s aware of it and he can fully focus on just chilling with Sunil. “I’m craving Asian food.”

“Roza Slon or Bistro Suwon?”

“Let’s get fancy!”

“Suwon it is,” Sunil says, “Lead the way.”

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End notes: Unlike Kurt, I didn’t go to Trieste. I wanted to, and I planned on it, but I had a pandemic. Italy was completely off-guard in the first half of 2020. There was a trip in February, but I didn’t go, because it was very early and I was still getting used to Slovenia. I thought it was fine because I thought I had time. Ah well.

Roza Slon is a Thai place and Bistro Suwon is a Korean restaurant. Roza Slon was actually my last Boni, unknowingly. The day after, I found out that the Boni period had ended. Bistro Suwon didn’t reopen after the first wave, so I was under the impression Covid killed it (like it killed Falafel Hiša and Grill no.12, forever in my heart). I have lamented over the closing of Bistro Suwon for years, but guess what, IT DIDN’T CLOSE! I only just found out while looking it up for this chapter. Hooray!

[doueverwonder]

Do you have any Calilliyork HCs?? :]

anon the way I started vibrating when I saw this ask:

they’re the only ones allowed to use ‘city nicknames’ with each other. Particularly NY calling Illi “Chi” (said shy) and Cali “Angel”

u know the “are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??” incorrect quote? Yeah that’s Illi & Cali at NY literally everyday.

California: who needs ac when u can sandwich yourself between your cold bfs

Illinois & New York: who needs heating when u can cuddle your hot (in both ways) partner

idk why but I think when they go on dates they purposefully avoid going to NYC, LA or Chicago.

IlliYork was together for a long time before they started dating Cali too, and sometimes they'll talk about dates they had before and whenever California thinks one sounds particularly cool or romantic they're both like "write that down, write that down-" and will do their darndest to recreate them in the name of "all the times you should have been there"

very headcanony but i'm a transfem nb Cali truther (she/it/they bc projecting), and they were already dating when it had her Great Gender Panic(TM).

The way Illi & York found out is one of them said smth along the lines of "love you forever" just like in passing and California randomly broke into tears like "really??? you'll love me forever?? no matter what??? you're sure?????" and they both obviously were like "?? yes ofc??? is something wrong??? wtf???"

bc NY is decently older than California and Illinois there are running jokes that he's their sugar daddy and it isn't completely* untrue.

(*only not completely true bc California is technically the richest of the three lmao)

speaking of tho; everyone assumes NY is like the least affectionate/committed to their relationship bc he's so cold and 'i don't like anyone' around everyone else. but they just miss that this man spends every waking moment not fighting with the rest of the Northeast making heart eyes at them <3

& he just loves to spoil them both rotten, like genuinely they both have to be so careful about mentioning wanting anything around him bc he WILL get it for them.

also for example they're all theatre nerds but he'll take them to any play, musical, ballet, or opera they express even mild interest in. Best seats in the house, and we might as well go to dinner beforehand, and NY just loves seeing them both all dressed up so we need to go somewhere nice for dinner. It just snowballs and he is not beating the sugar daddy allegations.

He's not doing it on purpose he just likes seeing them both happy and buying them things and taking them places is the best way he can figure it out 😭

NY: I'm this close to fighting Gov so he'll let me marry both of you. Illi & Cali: ? your fingers are touching. NY: I know.

90% of their communication problems can actually be traced back to Illinois. this man is a Midwesterner at heart and thus will never speak his mind on the fear that it might upset them even if its over like.... what pizza toppings they should get. They're working on it but oh boy.

(whole lot of "Illi what do you want," "oh y'know I'm fine with whatever--" "No, we can tell you're not. What do you want?")

Illinois speaks French, and California speaks Spanish, and NY is weak.

this got long so i'll leave it there. if anyone wants elaboration on any of these feel free to ask 👀

[thomothysdoodles]

So! Ivy stems from the Unus Annus video where Mark and Ethan painted each other as villains if I remember correctly. Disc currently has No Version of Ivy, so mine is considered kind of just The Ivy at the moment. His real name is Paris, but considering his… predicament of being a fine mix of plants, being able to control plants, basically just being a human/plant hybrid and his special interest in all things plants, he likes to be called Ivy. He does have a close friend that Disc made if you’d like to learn more— the Ethan ego from that video. You should go ask them!

Anyways! Ivy currently has Disc’s Illinois (Illo) wrapped around their finger. This is because Illi introduced Illo to him, and they kind of hit it off. Illo comes from Another Dimension, thanks to Illi and him doing stupid things. Another story for another time XD Anyways, Illi and Illo are pretty close, but they don’t look anywhere near the same unless they’re really trying or people only know the general descriptions of their outfits. I they’re confirmed on the universal scale to be… kind of equivalents in the dimensions, but they are /not/ each other. I note this heavily, since Illi, Ivy, and Farm (Farmiplier) are all cousins. Illo has Ozzy (Heistiplier) as a cousin.

Sorry that I’m kind of rambling, there’s just a lot. Is there anything more you’d like to know about? Any au, or specifics of characters?

How’ve you been?

ooooh illy and illo’s differences are so cool, i love the idea of other dimension versions! what are their differences?

and i’ve been good thanks!