#those faces are very :3c energy

[goosygander]

@topazshadowwolf

its all fun n games until its 3am and you & your friend are struggling so bad and the only characters you emotionally devastated are: each other

[cloudcountry]

you opened twst requests yaaay! may i request floyd and jamil with a sleepy s/o who likes using them as pillows? ty!

SUMMARY: floyd and jamil with a sleepy s/o!!

COMMENTS: i did!! thank you for requesting hehehe :3c <3

Floyd is normally very high energy, but when it comes to his more sour moods he’ll be more willing to just sit with you for longer periods of time. It cheers him up a little, knowing he can just sit with you, and you still trust him enough to fall asleep on him when he’s like this.

If he’s more high energy, he might wake you up depending on how heavy a sleeper you are. He’ll subconsciously poke and prod and squeeze at your flesh, giggling as he gazes at your sleeping face. He’s never looked more lovestruck.

You may think you look like a disaster when you wake up, but Floyd thinks you look so cute. Your hair sticks up in weird angles? Your arm went numb? Your eyes are bleary? Whatever the case, he’s right in front of your face, soaking in every detail.

Floyd doesn’t miss a single thing about the person he’s interested in. He’ll note your sleeping habits and whether you’re a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper, just so he can figure out where the best place for you to nap is.

If anyone needs you while you’re asleep, that suuuucks. Floyd isn’t letting you go anytime soon, no matter who is calling you or him. That’s their problem.

Jamil doesn’t have a lot of time to himself, so you’re limited in the amount of time you can nap on him. Unlike Floyd, who will ditch work to sit with you for hours, Jamil has maybe thirty minutes every day to spare for you pre-book four.

Even after book four, it’s still going to be rough getting him to spend more time with you, since he’s still recovering. But honestly, you sleep so well on him that those shorter naps are worth it.

Sometimes he studies when he has you resting on him, absentmindedly stroking your hair as he flips through a textbook. It’s silly, but having you there almost helps him focus better. 

If you’re a heavy sleeper, he’ll gently lay you down on his bed and go fix you some food and drink when you wake up. It’ll always be some sort of tea and a light snack, and when you wake up he’ll serve it to you with a soft smile.

If you’re a light sleeper, when you wake up he’ll take you to the kitchen so you can still be with him, sleepy eyes and all. He whips up something quick for you, even if you tell him he doesn’t need to. It's a force of habit.

[midnight-mourning]

Love Bites

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 8💘💘

Okay okay okay, back on track now, please enjoy this little diaster i made based on @divinit3a's yeti boys, it was, quite fun >:3c

Prompt: umm letseee... valentines...Typically the Sun is not Out.... (for... Reasons... ahah.) but----loves to hunt, and hunt for the thrill/sport/game of it. And loves to eat & eat & would love a properly cooked meal. preference to high protein meals, very rich, very tasty, salty & fatty. so Im sure if u wanted to tackle him, in particular, could have fun with that..... (Slaps a giant fish on the table. Token of affection. Totally Wont Eat You ) The Moon.......... is a lot quieter and subdued, but actually a far better caretaker. takes care of hurt animals; would probably take care of a hurt human, too. mmm hot cocoa. much pickier eater, he doesnt like much, and he doesnt like to eat meat.... I think overall, a 'meal together' would be the best valentines fhgjsdfghjsdf WITH THESE FREAKS IN PARTICULAR...

Word Count: 2907

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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The hall is quiet as you step out from your room. You strain to listen for any sign of life, nothing. Must be out. Good. That gives you more time. 

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the shadowed hallway, not nearly as bright as your windowed room. Though, you weren't opposed to keeping the lights off. It saved energy for one—which meant warm floor beneath your feet as you pad through the facility—and two, it kept the not as friendly yeti from making an appearance. Which, yourself and Moon were both in agreement about at least. 

When you'd first gotten here, so many months ago now, your first encounter with the yeti, robot, thing—you still haven't quite figured that one out—was less than, pleasant. Though, that may very well have been due to the state he first saw you in. Which was bloodied, bruised, and vulnerable. And as Moon would later explain it to you, that had triggered something in counterpart. Something more instinct than logical. 

Luckily for you, a ragged chase into a darkened cavern had saved you from suffering any further injury, or worse. 

Instead, you got Moon, and he was thankfully much calmer than the other bot. He also wasn't trying to kill you, so you took what you could get. He patched you up, gave you a place to stay, a nice warm bed out of the cold, and plenty of things to do while you recovered. 

When you'd first ventured out into the snow, having heard the rumors of the 'ice devil' you'd be facing, this hadn't been what you'd expected. 

Delivish upon first glance, sure. Those tusks didn't help anything, that's for certain. Not to mention Sun as a whole, the manic energy he radiated, the wild look in his eyes, the raw strength as he'd pinned you down to "Try a bite"—

But still, with Moon at the very least, the rumors didn't match up. 

He was quiet, even a bit stern in certain cases, but polite. He took his directives very seriously, but beyond that, he held a compassion you wouldn't ever have expected of a machine. Though, maybe it was because he was a bit more than that, they both were. 

Regardless, you owed him for not abandoning you out there in the frozen tundra to die. Much less putting in the effort he had to care for you.

As you traverse the hall now, there's only the slightest pain still left in your ankle as you shuffle. You'd left the crutches behind today, as you had been the past several mornings, despite the lunar-themed yeti's insistence for otherwise. 

That was another thing, the care. For a so-called devil, he had the attitude of a saint. Or well, you didn't know any saints, so a good friend then. A very good friend, at that. 

You found yourself in long conversations that would last hours, either listening to that quiet tone regale you with stories of all his travels, or sharing some of your own experiences prior to meeting them. You enjoyed the walks you'd take together through the caverns, or going with him out into the arctic—on the rare trips he would allow you with your injury—to scout for poachers and the likes. 

And those rare moments you could get him to laugh at one of your jokes, it lit something inside you that you couldn't describe. Something that albeit would be a bit more frightening than it already was if not for your situation. 

You think the combination of getting your foot caught in a bear trap, freed and then chased by a rabid yeti-bot, and then saved by the other side of that same yeti-bot, allowed you some freedom when it came to your feelings. 

But that wasn't the point to what you were doing. Rather, you wanted to show your appreciation for Moon, not your feelings. Nevermind the fact that today did just so happen to be Valentine's, having found out by checking the date on your half-dead phone. 

Besides, You didn't even know if it was even possible for him to return such affections. Truthfully, you preferred not knowing if it meant you could keep this peace you've had for so long now. You were almost afraid for when you fully healed. 

Afraid that the moment you could leave, you'd be kicked out, back into the cold to survive to find your own way back to society. That the past few months were nothing but a ruse, set up by Moon and in fact once you were at a good range, your back turned and unaware, Sun would bear down on you and—

You shake your head, no. Despite your initial encounter, Sun had been fine. He wasn't allowed out much, so you didn't speak much, though you also think he would prefer not to. It didn't necessarily have to do with you in particular, you don't think. 

Whereas Moon was more oriented to stay on task, Sun had his own personal drive to fulfill. You'd yet to figure out exactly what that was yet, however. Besides the desire to hunt and kill just for the thrill of it. Whatever it was, with your injury, you simply didn't fit into it. You had no use—for now—so he left you to your own devices. 

For now. 

You flip on the light to the kitchen area as you enter, dimmed lighting now illuminating the space. 

You'd been surprised to find there was indeed working cooking equipment in the research station. Not originally all in the same space, but with a bit of help, you'd dragged everything functional into one space. 

When it came to ingredients, you didn't have much to work with besides what either yeti brought to you. There was some very old canned food you'd found, and several containers of unopened spices, but beyond that it was slim pickings. The crate of hot coco you'd found had been a godsend. Considering the situation though, you weren't going to complain. 

The idea of making a meal had come from the simple fact of the matter that beyond hunting and protecting, Moon nor Sun did much else. So, providing nourishment would have to be your way to pay back their hospitality. Or at least, Moon's hospitality. If Sun enjoyed something you made, you'd consider that in and of itself a victory.

So, you set to work immediately. Opening the fridge, you pulled out one of the the few items in there, a massive bluefin tuna, which took up the majority of the space. You struggle to take it out, much less carry it with wobbling limbs over to the island. When you put it on the counter, you almost swear you hear it creak under the weight. 

You step back and let out a breath, admiring the giant fish for a moment. While the two really only ate for fuel—a fish like this would just simply be devoured as is from what you'd seen—you knew they could taste, and that when presented with chances to try something that was flavored in some regard, they did seem to enjoy it. Especially Sun, having taken one bite of your beef jerky and snatching the rest away for himself when you'd not been paying attention. 

Though you only had the one fish and just a few other ingredients to work with, you had several ideas in mind for how to properly utilize it. Taking the large butcher knife, you cleaned, gutted, and scaled it, and divided it up into proper pieces. 

The loin you'd make steaks out of, pan searing and basting in fats, utilizing the bit of pepper and spices you had available. You set aside three to cook and stored the rest in the freezer. 

The back you would smoke, creating some jerky from the pieces there. Thankfully, Moon kept firewood around in case the power failed entirely, and you doubted he would notice a few pieces going missing. You'd utilized one of the broken freezers for your smokehouse. 

The belly would be raw, sliced thin and served with a bit of the salty roe that you'd discovered inside the fish initially. 

As for the remaining bits of the fish, you'd stew the bones for a broth and fry the collar and cheeks as one final touch to finish off the meal. 

It was a lot, all things considered, and for them it may very well be next to nothing in comparison to their appetites, especially Sun's. But, that wasn't going to deter you from trying your best to make something from your heart. So, you got to work. 

You had no idea when Moon would return, so you tried your best to work both quickly and effectively. Thankfully, since several items were basic prep, they took very little time to come together. You enjoyed it, the process overall. After all the time being spent on you, being able to give back felt gratifying in its own way, exciting even. Again, ignoring your own feelings about the yeti. 

At some point, you even find a small radio, the batteries still good to your delight. Despite your location, you can just barely catch a signal as sappy love songs play from some far away station. You hum and dance and sing to the music as you cook, the time passing by like nothing to you in your focused state. You even are able to make yourself some hot coco, sipping on it throughout the cooking process. 

You're so focused, even, that you don't notice the towering presence hovering around the other side of the counter until you turn directly to face it. You were just setting down the last bit of the meal, ready to sit and wait for Moon's return, so color you shocked when you find yourself face to chest with Sun instead. 

His head cocked to the side as he looks down at you, expression unreadable as he examines you with that calculated stare.

"You've been busy." He states. 

You come out of your daze, shaking your head. "I-yeah. I have."

"Tore up the meat. A pity. I was going to enjoy that." He picks at one of his claws, you see a hint of red stained there before he glances back up to you, grin wide. "Though, it's not nearly as good as when it's fresh, anyhow."

You both know that fresh isn't quite what he's implying. 

You swallow, while you'd been expecting Moon—and would have preferred him, especially in this case—this was technically a gift for the day-themed yeti too.

Deciding you weren't going to let your lingering fear overtake you, you straighten up, and steady your voice. "This is all for you, actually. And Moon, of course. I, wanted to extend my thanks for, allowing me to stay these past few months." This again was technically all for Moon, but you couldn't exactly say that with Sun standing right in front of you. 

"I—Me?" He questions, eyes widening and grin falling. 

You nod. "Yeah, I um, figured that something made with a bit more care might be something you guys liked. I noticed you never really get the chance to... add more flavor to things, and you seemed to like my snacks in the past so, i just—" You stop when you find that he's eye to eye with you now, baring down on you with a serious expression you weren't anticipating. 

"You made us, me, a meal?" The way the words are half-snarled mere inches from your face makes you flinch. 

"Y-yes?"

Sun stares at you for a bit longer, and if you weren't so alarmed you'd move away. But you don't. 

After a few moments more, he huffs, then starts to chuckle, standing straight again. "Aren't you just so interesting, Little Star?" 

You feel confusion knit your brows only for them to shoot up in shock as Sun's hand suddenly grasps your chin, leaning in again. 

His other hand snatches one of the pieces of raw fish from the table, eating it in one bite. "Such an offering from you is, surprising but, despite your, obvious misconceptions about our relationship, I suppose I can consider it." He tilts your head this was and that. "You're not the worst option I've ever been presented with."

"I, huh?" 

He let's you go again, grabbing one of the steaks with his bare hands. His teeth tear through it like it's nothing. You can only watch as you try to understand what he's saying, not entirely comprehending it. 

When he's finished, he wipes his mouth, snickering to himself. "I certainly can't wait to see what he thinks of your proposition. I'm sure it will be entertaining to say the least."

Before you can respond, he walks over to the light switch, dimming the lights as low as possible, thus allowing for Moon to take his place. 

As the switch occurs, Sun makes one final remark, and it all finally clicks to you. "Something you should keep in mind though if I do accept, Sunshine, is that I don't share."

With that, you're left with an embarrassing realization, and Moon. 

You can't make eye contact with him, instead turning around and starting to busy yourself with cleaning up to distract from the burning feeling spread across your cheeks. 

You can't believe you didn't put together that something like this would mean something like that to them. But it's not like you would have known either! How were you supposed to understand the cultural differences between humans and yeti-robots that lived in abandoned research centers? This feels like something that was on them and not you to be honest. 

Your half-delusioned reasonings do nothing to stop the racing in your heart as you clean, and you just hope to finish up quickly, grab a snack for yourself, and get out of there to keep yourself from any further embarrassment. 

"It's very good, Starlight."

You pause for a moment, then hum. "Y-yeah?"

"Yes. The amount of flavor you've packed into each dish is... incredible." Moon says, sounding genuinely a bit in awe. 

It only worsens your state, mumbling back a quiet response. "I'm, I'm glad you like it."

Quiet between the two of you. The radio still plays softly throughout the space, only disrupted by the sound of clinking as you clean things up, or Moon's utensils scraping against each other. 

"So what Sun said—" "You should eat too—"

You both stop, and looking back to him, you laugh softly. 

You nod. "You first."

"Join me." He pats a seat next to him. "It's only fair after the effort you've put in."

"Oh! Okay." 

You try not to make a fool of yourself as you make your way over and sit down. You can only protest as Moon piles you a plate full of food, depositing it in front of you once he's finished. 

He hands you a fork, chuckling at the scowl on your features. "You need your energy too, if you want to stand any chance at getting better."

"You're not wrong." You sigh, taking a bite of the smoked fish. As you'd hoped, it's delicious, and you appreciate your own efforts to make such good food in that moment. 

"So,"—Moon reaches for a bit of the fried collar—"You were saying?"

You almost choke on the bite you just swallowed. You regain your composure to answer. "I, um, Sun mentioned, that um, something like this was very, very, important to you guys in a specific way. Which, honestly I didn't know and I'm so sorry if I've offended you I just wanted to do something nice—"

You're interrupted by a kiss pressed to your forehead. 

"I would say offended is nowhere close to the feelings you've elicited. Honestly." The night-themed yeti states, amusement between the words. "Rather, I find myself rather interested in your proposal, intentional or not."

Your eyes widen ever further. "Pr-proposal?"

"If I'm misreading, then I am sorry, Star. But I—"

"No!" You shake your head, trying again. "No, you're not um, misreading. But again this wasn't my intent at all. I'm definitely all for it. I mean, to a point you know, sorry this isn't something I ever expected to happen but I really do like you, a lot and—"

Instead of a kiss, a piece of tuna is pressed into your mouth, and with how good it is you can't say for sure that you'd prefer the kiss or not. As you chew, a slight scowl on your features, Moon laughs. It makes your heart flutter for a moment. 

"I really like you too. I wasn't sure that you'd feel the same, so I didn't act on those feelings. But, since you've shown that you clearly feel something,"—He snickers as you shoot him another glare—"For me, I'm more than happy to make it clear to you now."

"Gee, thanks." 

Another kiss is pressed to your hair, arm wrapping around you and you welcome it, snuggling into the warm fur next to you. You grab a piece of tuna, munching on it to hide your fluster in that moment. 

"And since he's already said it, I will too." Moon's voice is right next to your ear in that moment, low but lethal. 

"I don't share either."

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Thank you for the request @divinit3a!! I had lots and lots of fun with the yetis and i can't wait to see what else you do with them yourself, i may perhaps do a bit more when I find the time hehehehe

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[sm-baby]

I drew my TADC OCs in your Carnival AU

Hope you like the designs

heheh I love it here... my favorite part of seeing OCs for Carnival au is the fun game mechanics yall give them,, as well as the nicknames the characters would give me as well as their titles!1 hehe I wanna see how the characters would react with them

I imagine her fight is kinda similar to Cuphead's Hilda Berg fight with the big moon and stars, AND ALSOOO Grim Matchstick and the clouds! (awwe cainee!! MY BOY NOOO)

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE OKAYYYY I HADN'T THOUGHT OF THAT THATS PRETTY GOOD poor guy got his screen broken X'D ( pomni awwe 🥹 i love how you drew her cute little face)

Is she and Gangle friends 👀 marionette is a good themes for a TADC character tbh.. wait what are they gonna do if they string the player... NOOO WHAT HAPPENS- AM I GONNA DIE- (smiling gangle,,, you draw her so cute awwee,,)

two heADED DOLL!! RED LIGHT GREENLIGHT!! OUGH THATS SO GOOD AND TERRIFYING.. the sever punishment makes me think like she would give the player a disability.. like putting a ball and chain on your ankles

i see traditional attire 👀 perhaps a Japanese kimono or a Korean hakbong? they are giving such asian energy, as traditional asian art includes those themes! anyway :3 rhythm game.. what a cutie

i for some reason i like this little guy's design... its so simple and i love it. he looks like an arts and crafts project kids would make for a Halloween decoration and I LIKE that theme! I imagine he can get very horrific if he found you tho ',:3c ALSO RAGATHA AWWE i see they are also quite the manner fellow! Ragatha and friends!

GOOD JOB!! thats a lot of work! oh my!

[akutasoda]

Hihihi :3c do you write//would you be willing to write about a reader who is a system/w DID (dissociative identity disorder) ?? ^_^ I wanted to ask before requesting it because ik some people aren't comfortable writing about disorders that they don't have which I totally understand and respect!!!! I'm a system host and I haven't seen any readers with DID before so I'm asking around to see if anyone would be willing to write that ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა No matter what the answer is, I hope you have an amaaaaaazing day or night <33333

it's always me in the end

synopsis - how are they with someone who has DID?

includes - atsushi, dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, reader has DID, fluff, slight angst, wc - 526

a/n: hiii! please feel free to let me know if i misunderstood anything!

atsushi nakajima ★↷

↪he isn't that familiar with various disorders, especially one's such as this but he is very open and willing to learn.

↪more so for your sake. he wants to be able to understand you and therefore offer any support he can to help.

↪it probably took him a while to get used to your different identities. but he could always tell when your 'host identity' was present.

↪he is very good at helping if you experience any amnesia or have conflicting memories. so much so that it becomes rare for you to have confusion for long.

↪and after he gets used to it he barely bats an eye when you suddenly switch up. whether you've taken up a different age or gender for your identity he acts normal.

↪he knows its you somewhere in there and therefore any identity you throw at him he treats it as he would you. afterall it is always you at the end of the day.

osamu dazai ★↷

↪while he is aware of many different disorders and such, he isn't that great at helping out those with them. but he would always try for you.

↪and you could tell he was absolutely trying his hardest to learn and understand everything about it even if you couldn't help him.

↪he became very good at matching the energy if the identity you changed to. this way he could understand your new state much better and help any problems.

↪if you experience any amnesia or conflicting memories, it did scare him at first. he didn't show it but he truly did fear that you would forget him entirely. you'd forget him and he would yet again lose someone he cares about.

↪this made him work so much to help you overcome any amnesia. but after he did get used to it, he became more curious if anything.

↪ he understands that you might be scared if you have no control on when your identities take over and so he tries to comfort you when you return to your 'host identity'.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪it takes him quite a while to wise up and understand you slightly. he truly tries but he finds it difficult to truly understand you.

↪he wants to be able to help, to be somewhat of a comfort for your actual identity to return to but he just gets so confused by your various identities that it's difficult for him.

↪mainly because he stresses himself out by imagining how you feel. if you can't control the different identities he can imagine how scary that might be to you especially when amnesia is also a possibility.

↪but eventually he comes round to it and becomes the absolute best at helping you out. he's practically got all your different identities mapped out.

↪he can always tell which one's which and he wont lie when he say's that he always prefers when your 'host identity' comes back.

↪but he would always try his hardest for you, as he truly cares and he wants to be able to understand what you're facing and if he can help you in any way.

[skellinore]

Info Page: Personas, Asks, Requests, Art Trades, and WIPs!

Hello! Hello! I'm an Indigenous/Native/Cree artist who very much enjoys making art for the fandoms I love!

[Last Updated: February 2nd]

Personas:

Skellinore! The face and soul of this blog!

She's closest to my personality and what I'd want to look like! A cool skeleton.

I used my usual art style to make this drawing, which is just simple shading on the edges of the lineart!

She's also an OC, but that version of her is vastly different from the persona version of her; in intellect, personality, and whatnot.

She was originally made to be an Underfell OC! But never got fully realized until my Amino days.

She's made to be paired up with Splendor.

River! My anti/opposite persona!

River, she's everything I hope not to be; full of hate, bitterness, and bad choices.

I guess she's the closest to what I look like? Besides her being more lean, but that's because she just wanders bar to bar and ends up in endless fights.

Her arm can change into various things, mainly used for combat, she however was not born with it. It's slowly eating away at her the more she uses it.

Her design was supposed to based off a Hunter from Left 4 Dead, but she kinda looks like Alex Mercer.

My other art style of more detailed shading and lighting you see will be made by her.

She's made to be paired up with Markus.

CE-BE3! A very busy and tired robotic bee!

My hard-working, focused, and perfectionist side of me, which usually means I become tired more.

This busy robotic bee is based off a carpenter bee! Which means she's a lonely bee who makes her home in wood.

She's the one who makes sure everything gets done on time and tries to make this blog look presentable.

Her art style is one without lineart! Which takes a bit longer than the other art styles.

She's made to be business partners/friends with Slender.

Mr. Nubbins, AKA: Sheriff Nubbins! My chaotic and weird side!

Don't be fooled by the name, Nubbins is a 100% a female, she just likes how Mr. Nubbins slides off the tongue.

Anything this cat says is random and most times, doesn't make sense. She's a little ball of chaotic energy.

She's not actually a sheriff, but don’t tell her that.

She's my simple and cute style? Or whatever my art needs to be.

Made to be the pet of Trender.

Asks: [OPEN]

Send in an ask about the fandoms you see me draw for!

Ask questions about my AUs!

Ask questions of the characters I draw!

Either of your asks/questions will be come attached with a drawing alongside the information, or just information and no drawing. Depending on my energy level.

As for NSFW asks, it'll be a 10/90 if I answer it or not, who knows, take a gamble.

Asking the characters directly is something you can do, but once again, it'll probably be a 20/80 if I answer that one.

Fandoms for Asks currently:

Creepypasta [No Humans AU]

Requests: [OPEN]

Requests are drawings only, there may be a chance I add fun facts to it.

Send in requests of characters you want to see me draw from the fandoms I'm in!

Fandoms for Requests currently:

Creepypasta [No Humans AU]

Creepypasta [Only "Him" AU]

Castle Cats

Art Trades: [OPEN]

Capacity: [0/3]

I'll work with anybody of any skill level, I'm just happy to draw something in exchange for yummy art of what I like.

The basics for this is that if you ask for two characters, then I'll ask you for two characters back and other things along those lines.

I'll also do another type of trade! This one if for writers! I'll draw you something if you write me something. >:3c

The bare minimum for this would be 3000 words. I don't mind if it's a couple words short of this minimum.

Just send a DM my way and we'll be in business. 😎👍

Works in Progress:

SCPs Redesigns [3/10]

Slender Brothers + Cabadath Icons [Sketching]

Castle Cats Fandom Challenge: Day Three [Sketching]

Final Words:

Anyways, that's about it! I'll be updating this regularly on new updates and what not! So feel free to check it out from time to time.

I also have to remind everyone that I'm a slow updating artist. I wish I was as fast as most of you, but then again. I'm a cool artist who knows how to take breaks and take care of themselves. 😎💅

Have a wonderful day/night! 💛💛💛

[fantomevoleur]

📻💮🌙 for mun vs muse :3c

Mun VS Muse — send a symbol!

📻 = What music genre do the mun and muse listen to the most? Any favorite bands?

((Mun here enjoys electrofunk/electropop, anything techno, I also listen to video game OSTs and anime OPs, lofi, synthwave, and eurobeat. If you know me ALL TOO WELL, you'll know I constantly listen to the P5 soundtrack. That or I'll be jamming to Mystery Skulls and TWRP.

Akira LOOOOVES musical and movie soundtracks, he's a BIG NERD when it comes to electroswing, jazz is an obvious answer, electrofunk (I infected him with that hehehe) , and surprisingly enough...Japanese metal bands.))

💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other?

((Oh this is VERY obvious!! He's a little shithead, he's a bit of a brat and a goddamn showoff! He's an absolute menace who enjoys coming up with cringeworthy posts or stupid things he wants to say...but I enjoy him so very much. He's a complex character despite being a silent protagonist. You can see what kind of person he is 'behind his mask' when you observe his body language in game, the dialogue options he has towards strangers versus his friends versus the adults he interacts with in his life. You see his little mannerisms, his nervous ticks, the changes in his personality when he enters the Metaverse. There's so much you can interpret about his character just by watching him interact in-game. I love this charming, awkward, little thief boy so much.

Now on the OTHER END, I think Akira has come to know too well just how much he can bug and pester me. If I'm talking to friends about cursed ideas, if I see an image or a meme video on my feed he comes RUNNING THROUGH THE MUSE DOOR to do something equally stupid or fun. And he'll stand there while I'm glaring him down, a stupid mischievous smirk on his face, because he KNOWS I'll have to post it. Otherwise he's going to be a goddamn annoyance until I do so. But aside from all of that, I think he does hold some respect for me. We're like really good friends. When I have those days where I'm just in a funk he'll do the exact same thing I mentioned above because he knows it'll make me laugh. I know he holds some MAD respect for the job I have since it's...well I'm working in news media and we know how that can get. I like to think some of his pesterings are reminders for me to not let all this news and any other negativity get to me too much.

Bottom line, we enjoy having each other. I love having him around and he loves how I get to write him.))

🌙 = Are the mun and muse more morning, day, or night people? When are they the most relaxed? When do they get the most work done?

((See, for me I find myself more chill and more active in the day. The evening hours especially since I get home late in the evening from my job and then I don't go to sleep until two in the morning. For writing purposes, I tend to find myself more active and big-brained in the evening hours. Nighttime is my friend and one where my mind is WIRED to do so many things!

I think the same can be said with Akira too. He's definitely more relaxed and at ease at night when he's back in the attic in his own space. The boy is an ambivert and he needs his energy restored for the next day, by means of playing video games or tinkering with tools at his desk or even laying in bed scrolling social media while Morgana is curled up next to him. I think..he's more focused on his hobby work during the evening/night hours, while his studies and well...Metaverse training are better for him in the afternoon/early evening hours.))

[fyeah-olivia-colman]

Olivia Colman has dressed as a latex-wearing oil executive called Oblivia Coalmine in a new campaign video highlighting the role of pension funds in fossil fuel projects.

The Academy Award-winning actress’s character thanks pension savers for allowing oil and gas companies to “dig, drill and destroy more of the planet than ever before” and spills an oily black liquid over her face while toasting with a champagne glass.

Created on behalf of the group Make My Money Matter, the advert encourages people to tell their pension schemes to remove their investments in fossil fuel projects.

Research from the campaign group found £88 billion of UK pension savers’ money goes to fossil fuel companies, £20 billion of which is to Shell alone.

Ms Colman said: “Fracking hell, Oblivia Coalmine really is a nasty piece of work. But the scariest thing about her is that she represents something very real.

“That’s why this is such an important campaign. I hope everyone who sees this ad realises the shocking, but unintended, impacts of our pensions and makes their money matter. It really is one of the most powerful things we can all do to protect the planet.”

The advert, created by Lucky Generals and directed by Raine Allen-Miller, coincides with recent polling that suggests 19 per cent of pension savers support their money going towards oil and gas and 66 per cent want it to go to renewables.

David Hayman, the campaign’s director, said pension funds invest in fossil fuels because it has typically provided a good return, but this is likely to change with the global energy transition, which is putting the money increasingly at risk.

He said: “Pension funds are investing billions each year in companies developing new oil and gas, this is bad for people and bad for the planet.

“If we are to stay below 1.5C of warming, fossil fuel expansion must stop, and our pensions can play a big role in this.

“These companies face the risk of stranded assets, government regulation and customer pushback, so continuing to sink our money into these companies is hugely risky.

“It’s time for pension funds to think beyond the short term and really consider what type of world their members will be retiring into in the future.”

Countries have committed to stop the Earth’s average temperature rising 34.7F (1.5C) above pre-industrial levels, considered the limit of a safe environment, and will gather in Dubai next week at Cop28 to discuss progress on this.

Research from the UN has found there to be only a 14 per cent chance of achieving this goal with current policies, predicting that the Earth will warm by 37.4F (3C) by the end of the century.

Mr Hayman said that not one major UK pension scheme has committed to stopping fossil fuel financing and that those people who want their savings removed should email their pension schemes.

He said: “The most powerful thing any of us can do is contact our pension scheme and tell them to stop using our money to finance new oil and gas.

“Our campaign has shown that consumer power can work in pushing big financial institutions to act on climate change, and the more people show they care, the more the pensions industry will have to listen.” (X)

[baladric]

🎺 for the WIP game!!

hell yeah hell yeah friend, it's just jazz baby

—

Some accounts would say it started in the gray of winter. That was when Mallory died, after all, and when the neighborhood went up in smoke, metaphorically at first, and then literally. Lotta ruckus, that. A good old fracasso, enough to make Puccini proud.

But though that was the fast-paced part, the scena with the life-or-death stakes, it’s the stuff that came down the line later that I’ve chosen to concern myself with. The second act, if you will, or maybe the sequel. Part two of the novel; the second installment of the serial; the antecedent arc of the radio drama. Because, see, I like to jump out the second story windows of smoldering clubs as much as the next fellow, but I like a love story even more. Especially when it’s a little messy.

Especially when it’s my own.

My account, then, starts here: A muggy night in late spring with the door to the Charles propped wide to tempt a breeze who’d set her mind to being fickle. Every seat full, smoke heavy in the dim, and us—me, Johnny and Q—meandering through some drowsy blues, more improvisation than charted melody.

It was a sleepy space, in that good sort of way that makes every brush against your senses into a lover’s touch, be it sound or scent, or the actual press of a loving hand to yours. An addled sort of evening, a dreamer’s fug, a sleepwalker’s fantasy—needless to say, I was halfway to tipped myself from the energy alone, and I was already of a mind to call it the perfect night when the crowd conspired to shift just so, and I clapped eyes on a face I hadn’t thought to see ever again.

It was a complicated face, made all of angles that caught shadow more often than light, and the eyes: Deep-set and intense in their focus. Eyelashes like feather dusters made strange bedfellows of the native grimness of the mouth, and waged a merry war with the creased brow and the premature spray of white in those lush, dark curls.

The glimpse was only that: A glimpse. But even in the low light, that was all it took. My breath had left me high and dry, and my only recourse was to knock back the final third of my glass to kick my heart pumping again.

Ira Sinclair.

Let it be said, for the record, that I do not typically go in for complicated white men. Complicated white men are a dime a dozen and barely a penny’s worth of fun, and mostly blind to their own cruelties in a way I knew not to truck with long before I knew there was anything to want from them in the first place. Nine times out of ten, I’d cross the street to avoid a complicated white man.

But see, where most of your men of twists and turns—your Odysseuses, your Raskolnikovs, your Kings Lear—where they like to point fingers at the consequences of their own misdeeds and call such torments “ghosts,” Ira Sinclair had something very different going on. That being: Actual ghosts.

ask me abt my WIPs >:3c

[angrelysimpping]

oki, oki, last oc nsfw abc, i thinks

this one for Jasper :3

Him picrew(s):

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cuddler. Clinger. Often doesn't wanna move. Might be persuaded to roll out of bed to grab snacks or drinks or something to clean up with but eeeeeh, he's not the best. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: hair lol. Otherwise, tummies His own: oof, maybe his back?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves cum marking but not big on being the one marked. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Me: i don't know what to put for ‘d for dirty secret’ for jasper Ink: there is no dirty secret Me: he's a very open book Ink: he's very open with what kinda terrible person he is

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fairly experienced. Quick learner, too. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pole Position :3c

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually serious and a bit uh, crazed, at times. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lol, bad abt keeping himself groomed. So, so bad. Better about it in dol au bc his family is closer at hand. Also, would be better about it if his partner made a request uwu

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He thinks he's romantic. Depends on if you think the guy who dragged you off the streets and impressions you in a run down hotel ramblin about making you his “perfect art” and “signing” his name on you with a knife is “romantic” or not. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't like to. Understands to some degree why people jack off but it feels so unsatisfactory to him that he just doesn't get why some people do it so often =p

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife play is a big one, tbh. Primal play, too. Marking. Real big on marking. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in his resort :3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Listing to him, submitting. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The usual suspects. Hard no to Vomit, scat, diapers. Doesn't like being on the receiving end of kinks that can fall into the humiliation category. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. (Totally doesn't have a wee hang up about sucking cock courtesy of his older brother, Ezra. No, def not).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. He tries slow and/or sensual but he always ends up fast and rough. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hell yeah, let's go!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Eh, 50/50 on if he feels willing to experiment. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At his most wild/high energy, he goes at least five rounds before settling. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own any toys but not completely opposed to them. More into the idea of using them on his partner than having them used on himself. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease but gets frustrated quickly when teased back. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mutters and mumbles. Can get loud but it takes some time. (Gets more vocal of he's the one subbing, which he doesn't tend to do too often)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lost two of his virginities to his brothers. Has never held hands with anyone romantically. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Another runner baybeeee. Deceptively strong, though. Hehe, pretty cock. Pretty pink tip thats sensitive. Nice veins along the underside. Longer than he is wide. Circumcised. Has a few faint scars on his face and back. Rather hairless torso. Pale skin, bit sensitive to light bc of illnesses and medications he was on as a kid. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

In canon: wants to have sex at least once a week but it won't bother him if he doesn't.  Dol AU: the higher his energy, the more likely he is to start something 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's fucking out man. Drains him in such a pleasant way, so happy that he finally gets to sleep :3

BDSM Test:

[something-about-sunflowers]

Very short, very sad, little CjIzzy one-shot

(context:

and a twist of the knife:

>:'3c)

'D'you think we could have talked Steve around?' Jack says into the back of Izzy's neck, where his face has been pressed for hours now. Wasn't anywhere else he'd rather have it right now. . . Izzy's tits aside at least.

Izzy snorts. 'Not if you keep calling him "Steve" we wouldn't.'

'Look man, I'm still not over the "Iggy" thing, not like you got over it either.'

Izzy laughs a quick huff. Then makes one of those quiet contemplative noises he does when he's feeling maudlin. Then says: 'Feels wrong to hold it against him now. Considering. Don't feel right holding grudges when we're going to-'

'Don't. Please. I. I know we're- I know. But just. Don't say it Iz. I don't want to hear you say it.' Jack begs, clinging to Izzy like a vice despite they exhaustion he must be feeling. Izzy reaches a shaking hand back and cards his fingers through Jack's hair.

'Alright Jack. Alright.'

They're quiet for a while after that, the only sounds around them are the quiet shufflings and soft sounds of nature going on in the night, untouched by - or maybe even benefiting from - all of humanity being brought to it's knees. Just nature and their combined labored breathing. Their hearts beating so loud despite everything.

'Do-' Jack sniffs, 'Do you think. . . D'you think we would have made it?' Izzy can count on one mangled foot how many times he's heard Jack sound so. . . small. He wishes he were like Edward. Able to spin everything into a positive, make it seem like a win. Or like Stede. Waxing poetic about their place in the universe and how all things that are meant to be will happen. Wishes he were someone who could comfort Jack instead of himself. But he knows that's not what Jack wants right now. Knows he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want Izzy to answer.

Izzy sighs. 'This was. . . always a possibility. It's. dangerous. How we were living. We got. . . comfortable.' Izzy turns over, wasting energy he doesn't have to spare, but he doesn't care. He needs to be looking at Jack. Needs Jack looking at him. 'I don't. I don't know.' He says, cupping Jack's cheeks. Cradling his face in trembling hands. 'Odds were never in our favor.'

Jack shuts his eyes against the tears that spill from them. Nods. Then opens them again, he doesn't want to be looking at anything but Izzy right now either.

'But,' Izzy says, blinking back the tears pricking his own eyes, 'we would have had each other. We do have each other. We-' the sob sneaks up on him. Jack pulls him closer, lets him hide his face in the crook of his neck, rocks him a little bit. Lets him cry and cry and cries with him too. And when they're cried out he lets Izzy pull back to look him in the eye again, loves him impossibly more when he says: 'We've got each other. They'll have each other until it's time for them to follow along. We. We won't make it here. But we can make way for them when they come after us.'

Jack kisses him then. Lets that be the last thing he remembers, over everything that happens after.

[totentnz]

💥💤🍧👖 for V!!

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

i would say most of them tbh. v isn't very good at emotional labour and most of her feelings end in some kind of aggression. angry? yell. happy? also yell.

she is used to anger, to hate, though things that would mildly annoy most people will often drive her straight into a rage, a rage that she can deal with and even hide, if she wants to, but rage nonetheless.

sadness comes to mind though, she doesn't have time to be sad, cannot afford to be sad, so she is angry instead. this amazing piece of art really spoke to me on the matter. it's a never ending cycle, really.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

v can't sleep very well, thanks to the ridiculous amounts of caffeine she consumes lmao. even if she's tired she has a hard time falling asleep. alcohol, drugs or a blow to the head usually helps. she also can't just relax, before the game takes place she already was doing mercwork but she also had multiple regular jobs in order to always have something to do.

another never ending cycle: i have so much to do -> i need energy -> let's drink some BZZZZT! -> fuck i can't sleep -> let's do something then

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

v never formally moved out of her childhood home, so she really doesn't have any objects from her childhood, besides maybe the clothes she was wearing when she ran away. some scraps of those might still exist in her wardrobe but that's about it.

at some point v is faced with the opportunity to get her hands on her childhood belongings but either she doesn't take said opportunity or they end up at the next dump anyway.

as you know, in our AU viv and v will take her belongings to the badlands and start a bonfire. i believe there v will find a thing or two she wants to keep: some pictures, maybe some of viv's drawings and most importantly: her school uniform. :3c

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

.... i think you get it lmao. lots of DIY as well, both repairs on the pieces of clothing she has and making them her own pieces. adding patches, cutting up one shirt with font on it to sew the letters back onto another one (usually crude messages like "SUCK MY DICK"), adding staples, pulltabs from nicola cans, pinching the metal bits from lighters onto the seams and all kinds of good old punk DIY. band merch is also big in theory but whenever i imagine her she's wearing a funny shirt rather than being a fangirl.

DIRTY TOO they are called crust pants for a REASON. 😤

one thing to keep in mind: if she's doing mercwork she wears something else entirely. difficult to sneak with all that leather and metal dangling around, right? usually some sneakers and pants she cant easily (and quietly) sneak in, a shirt with a stupid message on it and maybe even a cap with some sunglasses.

[goldenguillotines]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! give me all you got this is a stickup.

Dedicating this one to ocs I don't talk about/too new :3c Just for you Claire. Though some might have some shorter information due to uh.. kicking rocks. Found out I have a lot of drinkers/vampires on this post whoops

(Design/Art by @trollbriidge !)

Darius Xheime | Lime Blood Seadweller | Scene | Troll hot topic employee

Darius is a loud silly.. They don't know how loud they're being or maybe it's all the fuckinf music playing overhead on loop that makes it hard for them to hear just how loud they're being. Sporting a energy drink addiction and a penchant for collecting the cans..

(Design/Art by @damistrolls )

Dimvis Asyoqa | Fuchsia Blood Seadweller | Actor | Rainbowdrinker | Poet

Dimvis is an eccentric man.. You know that theater kid? Yeah that was him, now he's an adult and he's worse. Currently the face of a certain company and can be found on the silver screen or on stage

(Design/Art by @leethetrashpage )

Vieden Pasele | Indigo | Bodyguard | Maid | Tea maker

Vieden is one of Nasuki's loyal Maids.. She is her bodyguard and fiercely loyal at that. Ex fleet.. she left her position on Cormai's crew to serve her mistress. She's quiet and a listener more than a talker. She'll remember information you've forgotten!

(Design/Art by @leethetrashpage )

Krazel Eshket | Purple blood | Clown | Informant | Trapeze artist

Krazel is Natani's loyal right hand man.. ok maybe not as close as Taeyon is to Natani.. But right up there. Krazel has been serving the Yaukul family for some time and sees this as a rather good change of pace between his time at the circus. Don't underestimate him just based on all those sparkles.. he's rather devoted and dangerous.

(Design/Art by @norts-trolls )

Monark Keehvu | Mutant Bronze | Fae | Mutant | Forest Guardian

Monark was a Fae just like any other.. but beholding the terrors warped them into their current form. Moonkeeper had exiled them from their community.. and now ghost among the forest as a rumored "monster".. They miss the days where they met The Sun in person for comfort..

(Design/Art by @trollbriidge )

Silias Fvyoni | Bronze Sea Dweller | Rainbowdrinker | Cowboy

Silias stop causing problems. Thank you. A young man with bitey tendencies.. hes known for dine and dashing after hookups. Being know as the town menace.. though not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Keeps some.. unsightly things out of the town and does so to keep order.

(Design/Art by @greedkinggreaser )

Dorain Liesce | Jade Blood | Rainbowdrinker | Rich | Writer

Dorian is a very smug Rainbowdrinker, a fortune at his finger tips that he has either amassed over the eons from 'work' or swindling from his many devotees and fans. He's made a large collection or books that can be found in almost every library, horror stories and romance stories.. all thought out wirh upmost detail.. Kinda a little too much detail. Almost feels real..

(Design/Art by @shinsart / @/ambivalence-and-torpor )

Ashoku Erceim | Jade Blood | Rainbowdrinker | Lounge singer | Guitarist

Ashoku is one of Navika's loyal students! Brought in by her girlfriends ♤ ( Fuetre, Cherie and Siyahi), she's been a rather interesting character among their students. More brash and prickly than the others.. not a fan of dressing up for their performances either.. She does bend and dress up for it. She's got a lot of potential.. maybe if she was just as dedicated as some others others

(Design/Art by @cadavertrolls )

Merlot Camfae | Rust Blood | Fae | Record shop owner | Piercer

Merlot is one of the older Fae around, escaped their village as a young adult, they chose to seek after the moon and sun in secret. Rather than under someone else's orders. They do so in secret.. often some interesting looking butterflies can be found flapping about on the search. Luckily, Wicatas magic does wonders to hide their Fae presence..

(Design/Art by @leethetrashpage )

Jisoou Hayeun | Cyan Blood Seadweller | Idol | Mafia | Jewlery maker

Jisoou is Otromes twin! Who's blood color is the original one? uh.. Pass? After some sweeps as a Trainee she's finally made it at 7sins! Apart of one of the smaller girl groups.. she's known for having a very bubbly personality, often sticking close to Yufaun and spreading some sunshine where she goes! A very smiley gal

[yngxing]

remaining tenderness

cw ﾉ slight suggestiveness. petname: my lambkin (/ω＼) part one of my vamp!blade miniseries :3c (and the third repost akajdhdsf i hope this appears in the tags! T_T)

the thing about love is that you can find it on the most unlikely places and situations possible.

“are you comfortable?” love asks, his touch light as cotton on your waist, betraying the ever-present dour and morose look on his face.

(though you have begun to notice the way it softens ever so slightly in your presence.)

“very,” your reply is followed by a smile, blithe and bright and holding all the sweet wonders of the world, “thank you, blade.”

as the both of you—lone, worn souls slowly stripping away the tough bark that encased your hearts—lay together atop the silky-smooth sheets of his bed, you're brought back to the times when love wasn't as... loving.

when he first found you, his tugs were harsh and his teeth were bared, ready to ravage and devour.

“stay still.” the beast growls, holding you still with a searing touch; not the kind that brings comfort, but one that strives to destroy and ruin. it leaves a burning sensation on your skin, yet it is clear to you that escape sounds more like a faraway dream.

and so, you allowed him a bite. then it's doubled, tripled, until dew and clouds shroud your vision and the last thing you see is a leather-gloved hand prepared to catch your limping self.

afterwards, he took you in—unwilling to let go of such fine livestock as a source of energy. no other reason. nothing more, nothing less.

at least, that was what the beast told you a few moons ago.

“are you not going to sleep?”

love’s voice snaps you back to reality, where the homely view of his intricately carved ceiling and candelabras that line his desk greets you.

the phrase ‘home is where the heart is’ has never been truer until now, for you haven’t felt this strongly about any house you’ve resided in before.

and neither does any creature, human or not, have ever understood, touched, loved you as well as he does.

no one has ever paid attention to which vegetables you’d carefully remove from your plate, nor does anyone know the amount of milk you fancy in your tea.

those pair of rubies that are able to easily send fear running everyone’s spine are the same ones to watch over and guard you when you're asleep, and those two hands he use to maim and kill are the same ones to cradle your round face as he claims your lips between his, seeking your warmth and stealing your breath until your legs no longer can prop you up and he has to carry you back to bed to continue where he left off...

soon, you realize this: love reserves the gentlest bits of his marred soul for you. it may be hard to notice, with the way his display of affection lacks all the razzle-dazzle of the world, quiet and silent, but all the more beautiful in its own enchanting way.

even now, the concern swirling ‘round and about his crimson irises are more than enough proof of the fondness he holds for you.

“i just want to stay awake a little longer,” your voice came out groggy, laced with exhaustion you refuse to acknowledge.

there’s a faint crease forms in love’s forehead, a sign of his confusion at another one of human's strange affinity for destroying their own health, “you should go to sleep. i will be here when you wake up.”

that is a promise he swore to keep no matter the feebleness, and you understand him well enough to know that he would never speak a single lie to your face, and yet—

“but then i won't be able to look at you...”

love falls silent.

this is another rare case where he’s found himself flustered-shriveled organ now thrumming furiously behind the his ribcage, roses growing and spreading wildly to block his windpipe, sending his mind reeling with joy (at the simple notion that you cannot go a few hours without seeing him), excitement (for it feels like nothing short of a dream, having someone cares for him this much), and multitudes of other emotions pushing past the seams of his heart.

it's a sensation so alive, nourishing in its simplicity and peculiarly beautiful.

(just like you, he thinks.)

“...if fate allows it, i might be able to visit you in your dream.” love replies, ignoring the inanity of your words and instead opting to play along, his hand reaching for the quilt you’ve pushed away to tuck you in once more.

the edge of your lips curl up to form a tiny, lazy smile, amused by his willingness to entertain you, “you will?”

“yes.” i would pluck out every star in the night sky to create a perfect dreamscape for you, even—he wants to say, then seal it with a kiss so deep and dizzying that you’ll drift off to sleep immediately. but that's a trick for another time...

for now, love is content with having you near him like this; hair splayed across his lap, your index coiling around his pinky like a little baby as you finally begin to doze off.

and a smile that can no longer be bitten back now blooms across his face, accompanied by a huffed laugh as he plants a brief kiss over the crown of your hair (so you may be blessed with the sweetest of dreams—hopefully, one with him in it), and whispers in a bedroom-soft voice:

“good night, my lambkin.”

[casinoquartet]

tumblr user @cutthesky u r So right for this

like. i think this reflects a Lot in fancontent as well . for example i can probs name One clownzy centric fic where its an established relationship (and even then its . branzy fucking up a pie so so bad 😭 (heres the link btw) and Most clownzy fics i've read have either that indentured servitude thing going on Or are meet cutes so. Yeah (i think partly its bc the Most clownzy content there is in canon is. yk. gay casino murder indentured servitude for saving your life where one of the other guys in the casino quartet polycule asking if youre being held hostage) (and just in general. flirting via threats and being scared so. yk) which does! make an interesting combination since when i typically think/write about casino quartet i do tend to say i base it off more on. echocraft!clownzy with that whole "call me any time you need :*" thing and clown stabbing a bunch of branzys friends 4 funzies so. also the giggling "hehe :3c" energy they have when conspiring to kill said people. its awesome tbh and so so silly

ANYWAYS so true on the casino quartet thing like. theres a million diff ways to see How swagdoons commitment would help build up clownzys relationship to b more long lasting

(at least for me and my specific au that is Literally the basis of how i think abt casino quartet in general) (btw this is one of those aus that i just rotate a bunch in my head for enrichment idk when ill ever publish it, if at all </3) i Personally like to think of swagdoons being these ride of die kinda guys, like the ones youve been through so So much with and clownzy being those like "omg heyyyyy cutie" couples who started dating within like. 5 seconds of knowing each other

but i do imagine them teaming up one day and as clownzy work together they start just to. notice more things about each other. notice about all of the shitty jokes they make with each other and the smile lines on each other faces and the way they can make each other laugh and the way they giggle and smile whenever they say all of those terrible terrible flirts with each other, much to everyone chagrin

but like, most importantly i think they can stop and look back and realize that they trust the person in front of them so so much and even when the other party could have betrayed, they didnt. and thats just smth very sweet and cool to me (they still commit crimes and murder together btw . dont forget that part. but hey they're still capable of loving!)

and on top of working w the rest of the gang i think. theyd all share that mutual trust w each other

at least in the context of my au i like to imagine clown and ash standing on the balcony in the middle of the night, away from whatever party they were forced to go to, and just. talking. respecting the other. like saying "hey the thing you did back there was pretty cool, thanks man" and just sit in comfortable silence while confessing those kinda things together. just them, the sky, and each other. thats at least what i think abt them

and with red and branzy i like to imagine one of them in the kitchen already, making some coffee, while the other walks in, a little awake and a little hungry and meeting the other in the kitchen. and while theyre getting on with their routines, they just start chatting very quietly because its some god awful early hour in the morning (for them) and the others asleep. and while they offer to make the other breakfast, they just do very small talk. talking about each others sudoku or worlde for the day or whatever and letting the sun bask upon them while they just chat abt small things like that. smth very domestic but nice i think :)

anyways i Know my interpretations and how i characterize casino quarter is very. soft compared to some other ones but like, i think it's nice to think about a group of traitors getting together and going, "you know what? despite everything, i trust you. and i hope you can trust me too"

maybe im not looking in the right places but i DO find it funny that in my experience i have found that swagdoons have SIGNIFICANTLY more fancontent where they're married than clownzy does . like idk why but that's so funny to me 😭

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*pulls up a chair and sits down at your plant reader post* I am here for this and wanna hear more of your idea! If I had to pick favorites from the current post, it'd be the courtship and terrforming idea. Last Stampede ep def implies that independents have their own abilities, so a terrforming one would be cool as heck. Also, I just love alien courtship tropes.

Thank you!! I’m absolutely feral about exploring and developing fictional species, since it’s a ton of fun to throw ideas at the wall to see what makes sense—especially when it comes to romantic behaviors and such :3c Sci-fi is my preferred flavor of worldbuilding after all, so the idea of Stampede plants being explicitly non-human aliens offers up so much potential that I just can’t leave it be 👀

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I prefer to think that plants, like humans, are fully capable of evolving to better suit their environment—perhaps even faster or more drastically than what most people would expect from them. This could easily account for the birth of Vash and Knives, as it would make sense to develop an appearance that allowed them to better blend in with humans; this could be interpreted from the perspective of prey trying to escape the attention of a predator, or perhaps even the opposite: a predator trying to hide among its unassuming prey.

Given the lacking records of non-independent plants becoming aggressive to the humans who rely upon them, most people tend to believe the former opinion, though there has never been any hard evidence either way. A majority of people—even prior to the great crash—don’t even believe plants to be sentient creatures.

Some people theorize that plants were not truly created, but instead originate from a parent alien species that humans had come into contact many generations prior to the SEEDs ships departing earth. Other people even think that plants aren’t from our dimension at all, which could explain why they are capable of creating all manner of organic material from basic forms of energy in a way that seems to defy the laws of physics. The truth has long been forgotten regardless, lost in dead memories or destroyed computers when the ships crashed upon Noman’s Land, and most people don’t have the time or energy to research such useless information.

Nonetheless, these details may point to plants trying to evolve past the tools they were originally created to be, perhaps if only to communicate with humans themselves; its hard to tell if the relationship is truly symbiotic or not, especially when plants themselves are so alien that few people have actually never seen one’s face before. Do they want to protect the people whom rely upon them for their livelihoods? Do they yearn for freedom from the boundaries of their glass enclosures? …Could they even survive the world beyond it?

This in the end leads me to an interesting concept; a non-independent plant metamorphosing into a form that appears to be human, but only on the surface. Like a chrysalis, it is simply to protect them from the harsh world beyond their cage—the only environment they were ever designed to thrive in. Imagine this plant having to learn how to be human, but also how to hide their abilities from those who might try to use them like a tool—perhaps this plant has inadvertently evolved into something incredibly powerful, capable of creating not only water and food, but terraforming swaths of the desert landscape.

Perhaps this plant is the next step in the natural progression of their species, which itself has somehow decided that the next step is not simply surviving on their new host planet, but transforming it into a truly habitable planet according to what very well may be written in their DNA.

And that is exactly what I picture the reader being; a plant that is somehow able to take a human form (much to their confusion and fear, its like suddenly being born into conciousness) and escape the confines of their glass bubble, all while trying to make sense of the powers they hold and desperately trying to find others like them in the hopes that they aren’t alone.