#maybe then as yellow. he has less jewelry then

[oflgtfol]

john <3

the cunt in yellow

#brot posts #mal posting #im not fully back in flight rising so these arent real fandragon plans bc lord knows i have so many plans in the making anyway #so im just in the planning fun outfits stage. lol #but the fact im even making fandragons for malevolent erm. doesnt bode well #i'd also make arthur buuuuut my wifi's bad and having to reload the image after i edit any individual item is a pain #an for arthur i'd need to do like . actual clothes. not just swirling bits #ugh and i'd need an actual dragon not just an invisibility cloak... #ya so for now its just john and the king in yellow for funsies. <3 #maybe then as yellow. he has less jewelry then #to show how he's been HUMBLED !!!! #i actually like how the invisibility cloak + clothing apparel has the cutout of limbs still in it for the king #kinda gives a spooky vibe. like the impression of a body being there but there isnt one visible.... #fits the whole vibe methinks. instead of just being a glitch/feature of the invisibility cloak. lulz #god damnit i better not make this a legit fandragon plan #chanting to myself in the mirror. i log onto flight rising like once every 3 months i do not have it in me to complete another fandragon

[riaki]

moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)

this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc

satoru likes spoiling you.

no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.

yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.

as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.

out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.

why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)

you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.

on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.

whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.

and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).

he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.

...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.

if u looked at my search history you'd see 'how many cuts does a diamond have' and 'what are the chocolates with alcohol in them called' my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

#i caved (again!!!!) #this has been sitting in my notes app for like a month oopsies #breathe the fresh air. be blinded by the sun and smell the grass (me @ this drabble) #have more gojo fluff!!!! i have plenty to give #now i scuttle away to work on my christmas special #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #billet-doux #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk scenarios #i tbink this is the most i’ve edited for a banner yet oops #- rs !

[popjunkie42]

The Thief and the Rake?? 👀 🥰

CHAPTER ONE COMING VERY SOON!

Regency!Feysand that has bewitched me body and soul. Sorry if I already posted this snippet. Feyre is doing her best to make sure nobody in the ton suspects they aren’t well-off while Elain takes suitors…

The room was a maze of heavy dust and draped blankets over furniture she was sure would be ornate and opulent. Her steps made marks in the dust like footprints in the snow. The full moon cast into the room through a bay window, as tall as the room itself, turning everything to glowing silver.

Unbidden, she remembered her mother’s room, foreboding and barred. First against infection and then because her father perhaps never opened it again. She, Nesta and Elain had gone in there one last time, in the rush to sell the manor when the debtors were breathing down her father’s neck. The furniture was covered with the same yellowing sheets and everything seemed smaller, less vibrant.

And whether picked clean by the servants, or her father selling off heirlooms one by one, there had been nothing left. No jewelry or mirrors or combs with just a thread or two of hair left to remember her by. Empty of nothing but dust and memories.

Feyre wondered if her fathers mind resembled this hall. Abandoned and neglected. Soaked with something like grief.

Feyre covered her mouth from the heavy dust she kicked up in the air as she scanned the room. A tall thin dresser, next to a mirror, filmed over with grime, caught her eye.

Each small drawer held a trove of treasures, like a pirate’s chest from her childhood stories. Necklaces and rings and brooches, dull with age but shimmering with promise when she swiped a thumb over the smooth surfaces.

The necklace was in the third drawer, unmistakable from the description. Dark purple sapphires, mounted in fine silver filigree work, with swooping strands of pearls connecting each stone. Seven in all, as fat as her thumb.

She didn’t know what hit her then, the sense of regret. She used her kerchief to polish the stones, and on a whim, cleared off a section of the mirror to see her face.

A woman had loved these, once. Had brought them out for special occasions. Maybe they were a gift from a loved one. Maybe she treasured them, planned outfits around them. And now here they were, caked in dust in a bedroom that might as well be a tomb.

In the mirror, Feyre draped the necklace around her throat. She imagined what it might be like, to be the kind of woman who would treasure things just because they were pretty, instead of selling them off for food and shelter and a little bit of freedom.

“Hello, darling.”

Feyre gasped as the male voice, sensuous and amused, purred from behind her.

In a swift moment she dropped the necklace into her dress, whirled around and pushed.

The man, tall and broad, yelped and fell into the bed, pulling dust covers with him, the plume of dust rising up from where he fell like heavy fog.

She left him, coughing and cursing, as she ran down the hall. Ages later, when her heartbeat finally began to slow, she only had one dreadful thought:

She hadn’t seen his face. Had he seen hers?

#acotar #feysand #feysand regency #wip excerpt

[gayscytheblog]

AOAS AS FURBIES BECAUSE I LOVE THEM

I love furb… and aoas…

Citra Terranova

Giraffe 1998/99 Furb or Tiger 1998/99 Furb

She wears her robe almost all the time bc it’s cool :3

Uuuh I forgot her eye color it was brown I think though

Black beak and turquoise tongue because it’s COOL

Sassy bitch

Ben Terranova

Seahorse 1999 Furby Baby

Idiot gay boy

Rowan Damisch

Witches Cat 1998/99 Furb

Brown eyes

Black beak and red tongue bc hes edgy

Idk what he would wear for clothes, maybe his robe??? Idk

Might revoke his eyelash rights. Might.

Scythe Faraday

Koala 1998/99 Furb

Black eyes bc IDK

Wears his robe all the time

No lashes because fuck you Faraday you don’t get pretty boy privileges (i love faraday though)

Grey beak and black tongue

Scythe Curie

Champagne 1998/99 Furb or Snowball 1998/99 Furb

Light grey eyes with a tint of purple at the bottoms

Always wears her robe

Light purple beak and dark purple tongue

Shitlord Goddard

This one

Faceplate would be dark blue or black though

Dark blue beak, light blue tongue

Scythe Volta

BUMBLE BEE 1998/99 FURB (one of my favs)

Yellow eyes. Not bc it’s canon but because they would be COOL.

Uuuuuuh brown or black beak with yellow tongue

Always wears his robe

Has some scars on his feet and sides (from s/h)

50/50 on the lashes, might look better without.

Scythe Rand

Peacock looking Furby Boom (2013) (or a green custom Furb Boom)

But her Furby faceplate thingy would be dark green instead

Black beak, dark green tongue

Black ears would look cool

Dark green feet would also look cool

Scythe Morrison

Dragon 1998/99 Furb

Wears his fucking jean robe everywhere

Jurby

Jerico Soberanis (as suggested by my boyfriend)

Gorilla 1998/99 Furb

Brown eyes (def has some cool gold accents though bc ITS COOL)

Wears gold jewelry and shirt

Gold beak, uuuuuuuh black tongue bc it looks cool

Greyson Tolliver

Wolf 1998/99 Furb or Church Mouse 1998/99 Furb

Grey feet though

Wears his weird The Toll shit because it makes him look less boring

Grey eyes

Grey beak

Purple tongue because it matches his outfit

The Thunderhead (if it was a Furb)

Thundy would be a Furby Connect (2016) and idk which one but it would be one.

Just less farting and more uh

Serious Thunderhead shit

EXTRAS:

Scythe Alighieri

This but different hair and eyes.

Gross.

Scythe Hypatia (bc shes silly)

Belongs to @sp1derbitez :3!!

Red Wolf 1998/99 Furb

Possibly silvery eyes? Idk it would look cool

Originally didn’t have eyelashes but she gave herself eyelashes bc she’s cool

Dark brown beak with a dark red tongue

Always wears robe

#arc of a scythe #citra terranova #ben terranova #rowan damisch #scythe faraday #scythe curie #scythe goddard #scythe volta #scythe rand #jerico soberanis #greyson tolliver #the thunderhead #scythe hypatia #scythe morrison

[ashintheairlikesnow]

CW: Paranoia, PTSD, reference to drugging, Finn is an unreliable narrator

Death Valley on AO3

Asheville, North Carolina

Present Day

-

There was a young man with a typewriter and a chair writing poems on the corner for ten dollars apiece. Finn handed over wrinkled cash, so worn it felt like cloth and not paper anymore.

"What's your name?" The young man asked, looking up at him. A chilly breeze toyed with the scarf he'd wrapped around his neck, and he had an endless smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Finn couldn't remember the name on the driver's license in his wallet. He just shrugged. "It's not for me. Write a poem for my cat."

"Your cat? Sure, no problem." The young man's fingers settled over the typewriter's keys, and then he paused. "Uh, what's his name, then?"

Further down the road, another young man played guitar with his back against a brick wall. Next to him, tourists in coordinated outfits streamed in and out of a store that sold snow globes alongside tshirts and local jewelry. Someone laughed, briefly washing the guitar out entirely.

"Her name. She is a girl. I call her Little Mother." The young man blinked. Finn cleared his throat. "Because she has just had kittens, you see. Two months ago. Two kittens."

Well, three. But only two had been born alive. And all three now made Finn's truck feel more like a home. Or less like a cage, anyway.

"Aw, that's cute. Okay, yeah, I can work with that." The young man paused, and then began to type, fingers clicking in a stuttering rhythm as letters popped up on the slightly yellowed page.

Finn stood in silence and waited, letting his eyes wander. No one looked at him beyond the barest glance, and yet he imagined he could see them pause, take him in. Maybe wonder if he looked like someone who did not belong.

Maybe he fit right in, another scruffy man in an old army jacket barreling towards forty in a city full of people who had found their way here from somewhere else. Not like some cities he'd been to, where the people seemed to radiate determined ambition. No, in Asheville everyone seemed to have come here searching for some place where the downtown had more people playing instruments for money - or writing poems - than it did hurrying men and women in suits. Where ambition was overwhelmed by a moment to sit still.

Did he like it? He didn't know.

He saw too many men here, in the gas stations along the side of the highway, in mechanic shops when his tire went flat or his brakes needed replaced, who looked like Robert. Narrow faces with narrowed eyes. Jovial laughter with something cold behind it.

Maybe he was just paranoid.

Maybe every man who smelled like diesel fuel and had dirty coveralls would always make him think of Robert.

Maybe none of them looked like Robert at all.

"Hey, dude."

Finn blinked out of his thoughts to realize the young man had finished and was holding out the piece of paper to him, even waggling it a little to get his attention.

"Oh-"

"Your poem is ready-"

"Yes, I see-"

They were speaking over each other, and Finn's cheeks colored in vague embarrassment he couldn't easily define. He took the paper maybe more quickly than he needed to, half-ripping it from the young man's hand and turning to walk away.

His heavy boots splashed through a mud puddle leftover from yesterday's rain, but he barely noticed. He skimmed the lines of the poem, trailing down the paper like falling leaves.

Little Mother / like all mothers you make new worlds / held in a single set of eyes / a universe in the flick of a tiny tail / which makes me the man who feeds planets / a little kibble / so that pebbles / become mountains / and galaxies / expand

Well... Not the worst thing he had ever spent ten dollars on.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he dug it out, walking along the curve of a hill past a group of women, one in a tiara and a Tshirt declaring her The Bride.

"Hallo?"

He winced. No matter how long he lived in this country, his accent always thickened on that first word of every phone call. He saw someone glance at him - probably normal, totally normal - and yet his heart stopped. Then started again as they kept moving.

Every friendly smile seemed like Robert's just before he'd handed Finn the water bottle in the desert.

"Hey there." Noah's voice was warm and friendly, as always. "You good? We were supposed to meet twenty minutes ago."

"What?" He pulled his phone back to check the little clock numbers on the screen, then winced. "I lost track. I'm sorry, Noah."

"No worries. You've always been awful at keeping track of what time it is." Noah laughed, and maybe it meant nothing, but Finn felt like it was mocking, a little cruel. His eyes closed.

"I used to be better at it," He murmured. Barely speaking. Maybe not even out loud.

"Well," Noah continued after a beat of quiet, "Come on. I got us a table. Come sit down with me. We need to talk about your next six months or so."

Finn nodded before he remembered Noah couldn't see him through the phone, muttered an assent, and hung up. He walked past an empty storefront with papers taped, tattered and torn. Some advertised live music that had happened long ago. One was for a rally occurring next week. Three identical posters asked Finn to vote no on a proposition.

Not that Finn could vote.

Not that he could even have said no anyway.

The restaurant was takeout only, but when Finn stepped inside a sour-faced woman took him by the arm with fingers that felt like bear traps and pulled him behind a curtain, past the busy kitchen and into a room in the back.

Dimly lit only by lamps in the corners, it had four tables. Three were empty. One held a familiar face. "Hey, you," Noah said brightly. He looked Finn over-

Up and down-

Finn shuddered as the woman let go of his arm. He still held the paper with the poem in his left hand, wrinkled from his grip, slowly crumbling.

Maybe he didn't look at Finn that way at all.

"Hallo, Noah," Finn said, and moved on shaking legs to sit at the other seat at the table. "Why am I in Asheville?"

"Oh, just a town I like." Noah leaned forward. A little older than Finn, he smiled broadly. A friendly man, when he wanted to be. The table was so small their knees nearly touched beneath it. Steaming coffee was set out in mugs in front of them by the same woman. "Have some friends here, long-time friends. I wanted to talk to you about the last job getting botched. Well, not botched. You just didn't show up for it at all, did you?"

Finn swallowed. His throat felt suddenly tight, as if a belt had been wrapped around it and pulled hard. Weight on his hips and a smile like a skull grinning pale...

He took a breath. "I-... asked someone else to do it. Was it not done?"

"No, no, it was. But not by you." Noah leaned forward, resting his weight on his forearms on the table. His knees nudged firmly into Finn's. "I asked you to do the job, Finn. The more people we bring into each job, the higher the risk. I asked you, and you said yes."

You did not ask. You told. But Finn didn't dare say the words. He only stared at Noah, heart pounding. "I'm sorry," He managed, voice thin. "I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"I'm not disappointed."

"You're not?' Finn's fingers curled around the handle of his mug. Coffee tasted bitterly dark. Bitter to hide something dissolved in it? No, Noah wouldn't do that.

Or would he?

"Then... why did you ask to meet me here?"

Noah frowned, tipping his head to the side. "Because I'm... worried."

Finn blinked. "Worried?"

"Yes. I've known you a long time. Not like you to skip out on jobs, sit in one place for a week at a time like you have been... You were searching for the name last week."

Finn thought he had disabled Noah's ability to read his search history. He thought-

"... Do you have a keylogger on my computer-"

"Finn. Why are you thinking about Robert Weber again?"

Finn's breath caught. "Please don't say his name-"

"Tell me why you want to look him up again and why you're avoiding me and I won't. Why is Robert Weber on your mind?"

Every repetition felt like Bloody Mary. Three times in the mirror and Robert might appear, grab him by the throat and snarl, how dare you, little Mouse...

"Stop-"

His hand shook so badly he dropped the mug, coffee splashing across the table. His poem and his cats forgotten as he stared at the tinted liquid across the table. Noah swore and grabbed napkins to wipe it up. Finn was too frozen to move.

Noah left a pile of soaked napkins to one side and grabbed Finn's trembling hand so tightly it hurt. "Finn, please, talk to me. Why? Just tell me why."

Was it concern in his eyes and voice?

Or jealousy?

Worry, or anger?

"I-I don't know," He whispered, and slowly raised his eyes without moving anything else. Noah was slightly blurred through his eyelashes. "Why are you watching everything I do?"

Noah sighed. "You know why, Finn."

Because you own me, your very own Mouse.

"Do I?" His lips barely moved.

Noah's own lips pressed together in a line. His eyes were dark. "Do I need to say it again?"

Because you're mine. Finn tensed, waiting for it, to hear the words out loud. Because you belong to me.

All Noah said was, "Shit. It's because I care about you." Then he slid his own mug across the table. "Here. Drink mine. I'll order some more."

Finn nodded, taking the mug in both hands and lifting it to his lips to sip.

Noah believed the spill was an accident, and Finn felt himself relax. This way, he knew there wouldn't be anything in it to make him easier to hurt.

Not that Noah ever had.

Maybe Finn saw Robert everywhere. Maybe Noah didn't deserve this. But maybe he did. Maybe Noah was just another tool in the box, to him. You always lock the tool back alone in the darkness.

"I wish you'd just trust me," Noah said, and leaned his cheek against one hand, tone full of sadness and regret.

Finn kept his eyes on the coffee.

What would you do to me if I did?

-

@finder-of-rings @endless-whump @arlin-always-writing @thefancydoughnut @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears @hackles-up @grizzlie70 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @burtlederp

@whumperfully @pigeonwhumps @squishablesunbeam @darkthingshappen @whumper-soot @pumpkin-spice-whump @pardonmekreature @d-cs @honey-is-mesi @whump-queen @sowhumpful

#whump #writing #original writing #paranoia #ptsd tw #traumatized whumpee #post traumatic stress syndrome #fiction #death valley fic #rescued whumpee #caretaker and whumpee #unreliable narrator #caretaker whumper #OR IS HE #finn schneider #maybe finn is just paranoid #but maybe he isn't! #but maybe... #whump writing #horror writing #horror fiction #original fiction #writblr #writeblr #whumpblr #stoic whumpee #referenced drugging

[vodika-vibes]

So I'm just sitting here examining my collection of clones, and I have some thoughts.

Bly has a mix of a mustard yellow and brownish yellow paint on his armor. Also, unlike the other commanders, he has a single pauldron and a string of what looks like pouches, hanging from his other shoulder. His kama is pale yellow. (Also, on this figure, it's made of cloth, which makes him easier to pose)

Bly, Wolffe, and Fox all have parts on their armor where the paint has been chipped away. Cody, however, has like, gouges in his armor, but there's no discoloration. I just find it interesting.

All four of the Commanders have vastly different helmets, but Bly doesn't have any antenna on his armor/helmet at all.

Jesse, Fives and TBB Echo all have plastic Kamas which, personally, I find cheap. It makes them harder to pose.

Echo has a lot of antenna on his jetpack thing, like, a lot. The batch definitely gets good signal when he's around.

TBB Echo looks like he's ill. He's so, very, pale. Either that he's sick or a zombie.

Omega comes with a pet and a crossbow! 😀

Also, she's ridiculously posable. I have her legs crossed at the ankle because she's sitting on my desk.

Delta Squad's armor also looks like their paint has been scraped off in some places, to show their active maybe?

Boss' orange armor is more...mm...pumpkin color maybe? A deeper, redder orange. Cody's paint is more of a yellow orange, and I've called it gold in fics before but, looking at this, he's very clearing orange.

I might call Bly's paint gold in the right light, though.

Oh! And Omega's headband jewelry thing is kind of silly looking, was that ever explained? And why swoosh her hair back like that? To make her look less like Boba?

Follow-up: Hunter should arrive on Monday, and I'm curious how he holds up compared to the others I have, appearance and armor wise.

A 6-inch Crosshair is going to run me about $120, and I'm sad about it.

Tech and Wrecker might be the next purchases, though. Though I also want Jango, Boba, and Rex.

I'm very sad that I can't buy a Tup or Dogma action figure. It makes me sulky.

#vod'ika things #my rambling

[necrolexic0n]

Currently rebrowsing through your epic art and a very stupid thought came into my mind that you’ve probably answered before.

When it comes to EdgyMcEdgelord what are your favorite headcanons n whatnot from your epic self and many others in the fandom even if it’s not from tumblr..?

List everything if you wish :)

WELL!

if i talked about my favorite headcanons i would just be blabbing ab my interpretation of Edge so that i will do

all blabbing is under the cut!!! carefully curated headcanons for the soul

- definitely an fps game kinda guy. takes major pride in his quick reflexes and good aim.

- not the greatest at communication, of course. he puts himself down before he can get half a sentence out when he’s too embarrassed or nervous.

- plenty of scars. scratches and chips, especially on his ribcage and hands. he picks at his fingers, slowly grinding away at the bone, in the same way someone would pick at the hangnails on a finger.

- still has 1HP, but is getting up there in levels. due to the trauma he’s endured and the anomaly fucking up the timelines, his HP never really changes; his attack, however….better watch it around this guy.

- how he lost his tooth? ask him and he’ll threaten you. ask me? think he uh..”fell” down and now he’s “sans” a tooth LOL….but uh, seeing how his au is? that’s probably not the case, the poor dear…

- he’s actually a huge softie. quite cuddly! he’ll never admit it but he does enjoy soft, loving touches to his face. he’d rub his cheekbone in his lover’s hand like a dog wanting pets. yer not supposed to know that though.

- he also snores. a lot. most of the time it’s a bit quiet, but if he’s laying in the wrong position, i doubt you’ll be getting much sleep that night, heh.

- while he’s still short sporting a solid 5’1, he makes up for it in width. he’s a pretty decently sized monster!

- his eye lights are red! they’re a bit of a dark, dim red. but his eye for magic is a striking crimson. it flashes between red and yellow!

- isn’t THAT much of a sleaze but he enjoys sex jokes as much as the next frat boy.

- he is not a frat boy.

- i promise.

- besties with Classic! they’re bbfs! best bros forever.

- he doesn’t hate his brother. they don’t hate each other. sure, they get on each other’s nerves like all siblings do, maybe worse on some days, but they definitely don’t hate each other.

- there’s a small crack on his face leading from his gold tooth!

- DEFINITELY a jewelry guy. gold chain, gold rings, big fan.

- would never attack an innocent. not even for the gold or EXP. not only is he too lazy, but deep down he still has some hope in his soul. he would never really hurt let alone kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.

- his attacks are stronger, yes, but he isn’t as tactical as Classic. he tends to tire out a bit quicker, but his attacks are harder to dodge.

- likes dark humor and puns, but knock knock jokes are his favorite.

- enjoys a good mustard but prefers it on the sweeter side. that’s a secret though.

- his time spent in the lab was less with numbers and more the actual physical engineering part. he’s a hands-on learner and hobbyist! will occasionally tinker with something when he’s bored.

- dc comics lover. hands down. likes batman a normal amount (lying).

- bisexual, demi-romantic. you’ve gotta be REAL special to catch his eye. anyone would think he’s completely aromantic, even himself, but once ya get him started…hoo boy.

- has an impressive body count both on the battlefield and in the bedroom but uh…that’s not really a surprise, is it?

- prefers a private life. he would be a gaming streamer but have toby fox levels of privacy. guess that makes this post pretty redundant lol

- likes cars! but likes motorcycles more. the cars interest was passed to his brother.

- he loves dogs!! especially big dogs. any big scary dog. st. bernard, doberman, pitbull, great danes, you name it. he knows the secret of the biggest dogs being the sweetest.

- for his human design he has a few piercings and tattoos. he would have them if he could get them for sure!

- does boxing when he’s angry, helps blow off steam. he does it more for the purpose of enjoyment when on the surface.

- this man LOVES donuts. i don’t understand his obsession. he just really likes them.

- will fuck up a burger retired spider-man style.

- definitely still an asshole. standoffish to anyone he doesn’t know. he’s an asshole to the people he cares about too, just in a loving way. he’ll call you stupid and roughhouse but is still careful with you regardless.

- cigar smoker fs

- doesn’t remember resets all that well but definitely knows their happening

- moderate to severe insomnia

- bro found a console in the waterfall dump heap and made it work. has like two games on it.

- doesn’t cuss as much as people think. a casual sentence enhancer user. nothing too wild but he has a..large arsenal of swears. you might catch one in spanish if ya pay close enough attention.

#i love this guy to bits and he’s so fun to draw n talk about #just a lil guy. goober of a man #i wanna add even more but i could do that later akdhfksh #utmv #undertale #undertale au #underfell #underfell sans #headcanons #cw suggestive #//suggestive hhh

[piescornerstore]

Info Post!!!

Hey! I'm Pie. My main account is @digitsofpie, and here is where I like to post sketches, art, and other such things about Spamton/the Addisons from Deltarune.

I usually will be posting sketches here and there, but I don't mind getting asks and requests! Some things to keep in mind, though:

First and foremost, absolutely no nsfw. Maybe like some vague jokes, but beyond that, nothing.

Also, nothing "proship" or "problematic." I don't condone that kind of thing on my other accounts and I don't condone it here.

I see the Addisons (including Spamton) as coworkers and friends, so occasionally they'll be shipped. I don't mind other interpretations, and if my interpretation makes you uncomfortable, you totally don't have to interact with me. But don't come to me seeing them as both siblings and dating. That's... just gross and why the hell would anyone do that if you could be doing literally anything else.

And of course no bigotry or anything like that. If I see people interacting who obviously express their racism, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, etc. you can expect a hard block.

Anyway, moving on, you might notice I sometimes make art in conjunction with a fic I'm writing. You can find my works here.

I kind of treat the Addisons like my own ocs (aaaaand they kind of Are at this point), so here are some headcanons I have for them so you can get to know them! Note that I have given them their own unique names, but in posts I will usually use just their common names (Pink, Orange, etc.) since I've reserved them mostly for the fic.

Pink Addison

Baker-Miller (Millie), he/they/she

Millie is very proud and self-centered, and they are one of the most popular and successful Addisons in Cyber City. She often speaks for and voices most of the opinions for the group, and because she's rather intimidating, she's not used to being opposed.

They specialize in shoes, jewelry, other such accessories as well as romantic products.

Millie does not like Spamton. Not at all. He finds him to be annoying and a liability, like being seen with him would damage his image.

Blue Addison

Cerulean, they/them

Cerulean is a calm and reserved Addison, and is much less... antagonizing than their friends. They act as a voice of reason for the group.

They work at a shoe shop which is a second location of the one Millie works for. Millie got them this job, as their previous one failed.

Cer is really fond of Spamton, and while they don't seem to do much about how the others treat him, they still try to make him feel included.

Orange Addison

Ginger, he/she

Ginger is very hardworking, almost dangerously so. She's a bit oblivious as to what goes on in her interpersonal relationships, but is very well-meaning. He's sort of the group's dad friend.

Ginger, of course, is the prime clothing salesman in Cyber City. Unlike other Addisons, Ginger makes his clothing from scratch, other working late night after late night just to make sure he has enough stock. All the hard work really pays off, though.

Ginger finds Spamton funny. Both in a positive and negative way. That's really all there is to it.

Yellow Addison

Aureolin (Lin), she/xe

Lin is bombastic and vivacious. She's often too much for the group to handle, but it's not like she cares. She takes pride in it. Xe can be pretty rude but it's more of a front than anything.

Lin puts the ads in the paper, but xe aspires to start writing xer own articles someday. When she doesn't get an opportuniy, though, she's sure to complain about it at the grill.

Lin was the one to get Spamton its first internship sending emails to clients, and has a lot of fun teasing it whenever xe can.

Spamton!

he/it

Nobody really knows what he's supposed to be. He's like an Addison, but not quite. Like there's something missing. Or there's something more? But nobody really pays much attention to it outside of that, so it's not like anybody cares.

On Spamton's opinions on the others:

If you think Millie doesn't like Spamton, Spamton does NOT like Millie. He's mean to it every chance he gets, and sometimes Spamton feels like it even deserves it.

Cerulean is by far the person that Spamton adores the most. They're nice to him when they don't even have to be. He can tell he still probably hasn't done enough to earn their respect-- but it's not like he doesn't welcome it.

Ginger likes to treat Spamton like his own personal mannequin. Which, as long as Spamton gets some sort of money out of it, isn't really bothered by. Plus, Ginger seems to really understand his style.

Spamton is really thankful for the things Lin has done to help it, and although it gets pissed at the teasing from time to time, it liked whenever Lin let it ride on her motorcycle. But for some reason, he's only ever allowed to ride in the sidecar.

As for himself? Spamton doesn't really have anything positive to offer. He just hopes, that at some point, someone will come along to give him a reason to see himself as something bigger.

And you know the rest!

I enjoy the interest my things have gotten, and while this isn't really an ask blog, like I said before, I do enjoy asks and things, so don't be afraid to send something if you have an idea! I'm usually glad to build upon that. Thanks!

#pinned post

[the-parentheticals]

"it can't be helped," from the scum who can't be helped

Warnings: mugging, brief thoughts about s/a but none actually happens

Summary: Koemi doesn't want to see her brother again. She never has. She never will.

Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Banished / Cringetober day 15, song lyrics. Yes, this is based on The Purge March.

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It's almost a blessing when Kiyoshi Nishimoto disappears the week before his eighteenth birthday.

She doesn't like him. She hasn't liked him in years. She hasn't liked anyone in this household for years, really, except for perhaps the goldfish.

Koemi's not an idiot. She knows what he was doing, despite their parents' best attempts to pretend otherwise. The jewelry that isn't their mother's, the late nights sneaking in, the discreet calls. Honestly, it's better that he left instead of disgracing their family that way when it inevitably came out.

"Good morning, everyone! It's the beginning of another wonderful day!"

Their parents had freaked out. Spewed the vulgarity that they had always warned her against. Her brother had it coming. She hoped he was dead.

"I know that this situation is a tragedy, but we have to stay strong for my dear brother's sake!"

Koemi doesn't quite believe in this one, but it's her duty to say the words anyway.

"We can't let our sadness control us! We have to move on and always remember him!"

As a terrible example, that is.

Her brother does not deserve her forgiveness. She knows what he was really like--not the hero he thought he was, not the good kid her parents thought he was. No, he was nothing less than scum.

---

Three years later, she's seventeen, and she's only further confirmed her belief that everyone else in this family was rotten.

It's not that Kiyoshi's disappearance had done her any favours when starting at high school. They mostly just thought she was weird. Or cursed.

That's the only reason she's walking home alone this late at night. The only one.

She doesn't even move when she feels the knife against her neck. She's grown up to be very pretty, if she says so herself, and she's not even surprised someone's taken an interest.

"You know the drill." The voice is deep and raspy, and she freezes for just a moment. It's a put-on. "Your wallet."

"Or what?"

The knife digs slightly deeper into her skin as answer. Not enough to draw blood, just to make a point.

"As if you could ever lay a finger on your little sister."

The knife pulls a bit, just long enough for a strand of blonde hair to be snipped off. It lies flat against her white sweater for just a moment, before he jerks his arm away and the strand falls to the ground.

She doesn't care for the face of the person in front of her very much, but she supposes she can't stare at her personal belongings forever.

"We're not siblings anymore."

"Of course we are. Unless you kill me now, I suppose, but like I said." She gives a self-assured smile. "You won't."

Kiyoshi looks at her with a characteristic coldness. He's a bit taller now, or maybe it's just his shoes. Not that it really makes a difference, with how short she always has been.

His clothes are surprisingly put-together for someone who's been living who-knows-where. He's still got his suit jacket, vest, and yellow shirt, dirty in a way that their parents would have hated but barely pings on her radar. His hair is messier and covers his right eye just enough that...oh.

"How is your eye?" Koemi smiles. If he won't talk, she'll just have to keep talking. "I suppose whoever caused it is dead now?"

"Why is that your first assumption?"

"I know you, that's why." She clasps her hands together and gives a little hum. He doesn't bother her anymore. Not the way anyone else would. "Pity they didn't take out both."

"My turn to ask the questions. How are our parents, then? Still holding you back?

"You don't know what they've done in three years. For all you know, they've become just like you, and my life's a living hell."

Kiyoshi raises an eyebrow in the way that suggests that he thinks his sister is an utter idiot but doesn't want to admit it just yet.

"They've been doing this for longer than we were alive. You were already in a living hell. But you can--"

"Pity they didn't take out your tongue too." Koemi's smile does not waver, 

Kiyoshi ignores her. "You think your rules will keep you safe from the rest of this world. Our parents, double standards..."

"It's worked, hasn't it?"

"You're just as rotten as the rest of us."

"How?"

"You think I'm scum, don't you?"

Koemi nods.

"Then do something about it."

"I could never." Koemi wrenches her arm away. In another universe, it would actually hurt. "That's the difference between us, brother dear."

"I don't make pitiful excuses for doing what has to be done?"

"I don't make people obey my every whim and call it freedom."

"I don't make them do that. I save them from themselves, Ko. I get them away from all the pain in their lives that results from them holding back against those that really want to hurt them."

"You destroy them from the inside. You make them do all the worst excesses we have good reasons for not doing. You make people live according to your beliefs. You're the worst one here, and you don't even know it. You're doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically--" Koemi has to stop, because her face is red, and Mother, Father, would never have believed her if she had said it that way. She breathes in. Breathes out. Next--

"I'm sorry for leaving you with them."

She blinks. It's not true. That's definitely not something Kiyoshi would ever have said.  Her disbelief has to show on her face.

"I am. They shouldn't have been able to influence anyone like that, especially not you."

"You're sorry? I don't care!"

"I know."

"Remember my screams? My cries? My apologies?"

"I know."

"Don't come back to the house. You left me with them. This should be easy for you." She crosses her arms and leans against a lamp post. "And don't even try following me. I'll know."

"You won't. And I won't."

#badthingshappenbingo #cringetober #pari writes real fics #pari's ocs #my stuff

[stickmenyaoi]

*Grabby hands at your stick hcs*

HAIII TOM BELOVED :]!!

okso, lets start with the color gang, (also, pretty sure u know,, most of these, but-)

so i have. somewhere the full body ref of them, i think you've seen it (need to post that at some point-), but the most notorious thing abt them is that they all have smth from the others, like red giving away a few of his ribbons to the others, since he got Lots of them, yellow giving red n green the sleeves of his last outfit n often leaning blue his goggles, blue giving them most of his jewelry while keeping one earring, n green giving blue n yellow his bracelets n making one for red specifically

im becoming less coherent as we speak, im very sleepy n i'll probably come back to this with a reblog to add more hcs,

but one thing i image with this exchange of things (which was all second's fault btw), is that while yes blue has yellow's goggles most of the time, when yellow asks for them you know man's Cooking. n since he's packing quite a lotta muscle for carrying around so much heavy machinery n parts, you better stay Out of his way when he got the goggles on. mans on a mission n focused on task, so you better not fuck around him n find out

n maybe i made my green the smallest of them all in a lotta ways, but they still can pretty much give good punches, plus since he uses a fishing rod to move around in avm, just like red with his yellow ribbon, i was thinking these two r the most agile of the bunch,

two last things before i pass tf out (if i don't anyone's free to slap me with a fish,)

king's hair had always been short up to when gold died, which is when he let it grow out bc of how drowned in grief he was. but is a bit strange his hair is That long if you think abt it, n the vague frame of time from which gold died n then he went to destroy minecraft seems.. not enough for that amount of hair... well. here's the thing. i have a minecraft headcanon that is,, a bit long to explain, but the gist of it is that whatever minecraft itself or others there See You As, will make you Become that. so the more time he spend in minecraft as King, the more he started to look like royalty, clothes changing, mannerism a bit too, alongside his hair growing a Lot faster than normal,

n this implies a lot, yeah, but i'll talk abt it when im Actually awake,

second n last thing is abt well. second. as i said he was the reason these guys got to exchange belongings, n what started it was second giving them all rings as a gift n sing of his affection (yes i like poly sticks but also there's. a lot going on with them-) rings he was born with bc of being created as a hollowhead (another thing for tomorrow/later, yeah)

anyways, stickmen 👍

#call and response #see ya laterrr. bed time o7 [passes out on the floor] #zach barks

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.14--Episodes 8-9

I have watched through S2E9; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—I only had to wait 3 episodes. Belle and Rumplestiltskin have gone out for burgers. (They did not, however, eat the burgers. You know, world-saving, life-or-death interruptions. The usual.)

—I require Ariel content. She’s been mentioned twice, but I haven’t seen hide or red hair of her yet. And although I’m sure I could write loads about why OG!Ariel bothers me, she also has good qualities that I think OUAT would handle well.

—The Queen of Hearts has gorgeous clothes.

—That being said, I’m terribly disappointed that she turned out to be Cora. Let me preface it by saying, it makes sense, and I understand why they did it. However…I love Wonderland. It’s one of my favorite childrens’ stories (not to mention a historically significant one) and it’s also one of my favorite Disney movies. I would’ve truly loved a Queen of Hearts who was just the Queen of Hearts in this show. She probably would’ve been amazing. She may even have been the noble warrior queen I want some depiction of her to be. I wish we had gotten that. Also, I despite Cora with a vengeance, and I would rather the Queen of Hearts were a villain I could love.

—Y’know, I think sapphism would be a much more compelling motivator than pining after some bland-ass semi-dead guy. Also, Mulan deserves to be in a queer relationship, because the original Disney Mulan is one of the most accidentally queer movies I’ve ever had the fortune to behold. And another also, Philip has 0% personality. Mulan should be with an interesting person.

—What I’m trying to say is, Mulan gave Aurora back her heart. Mulan is protecting the heck out of Aurora. Aurora doesn’t get along with anybody but Mulan. Mulan and Aurora should go have some sapphic adventures together and forget about Philip.

—I kind of want Rumplestiltskin and Regina to be petty frenemies together now. Like, they can barely stand each other, but they still throw some shade on everybody else’s business. Maybe they sit back-to-back in different booths at Granny’s, so they can plausibly deny that they’re hanging out.

—I don’t feel sorry for Regina, but I loathe her less. Emma and Snow should’ve let her come to dinner with them.

—Way to flip the narrative! I love that Snow had to save Charming the same way he saved her. Their relationship is filled to the brim with reciprocity, so it really works for them.

—The beating sound in Cora’s heart vault gives me anxiety.

—I guess the other acceptable outcome for Mulan and Aurora (yep, back on it) is a lovely little polycule with Philip. If they insist on both being in love with him, while having possibly the most chemistry of any two characters that aren’t Snow and Charming, then that’s what they should do.

—My relationship status with Hook is currently love-hate. He’s not an evil person, necessarily, but on the other hand he’s a sneaky jerk *and* he’s trying to kill Rumplestiltskin. It’s complicated.

—Red looked lovely as usual in episode 9. I don’t always like her clothes—mostly because some of them look uncomfortable—but her red flannel, and her fluffy dark red jacket, and her jewelry are all gorgeous. Also, she has strong facial features, and she’s really pretty.

—Pricking Charming with the spinning wheel was cool. Does the curse travel from the needle into him, or is it still on the needle, too? If so, is there a magical decontamination process?

—Belle finally got to wear some yellow. The dress was pretty, too.

—Emma’s heart being unstealable is probably cliche, but I love it anyway. Especially because she’s surprised about it.

—Rump hiding the squid ink on that note was some real smart planning.

—Did Hook kill the last giant? He didn’t say that he did outright, but the fact that he had the magic bean kind of implies that he did. Shame on him.

Bit of an aside, but my dinner tonight was a wine-based beef stew and horseradish dumplings, and I absolutely believe that’s the kind of food Rumplestiltskin would enjoy eating. (Who knows, maybe it’s the kind of food he would cook for Belle.)

#once upon a time #ouat #Snow White #prince James charming #mulan #aurora #prince Philip charming #regina mills #rumplestiltskin #belle #rumbelle moment #Captain Hook #red riding hood #Cora #queen of hearts #martianbugsbunny reviews

[lovelytayforce]

I think I'm gonna watch a thousand nights go by

The musician in the background can take me on a ride ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hmmm~♫”   “

A lone hum rolls across the quiet unutilized path below the large trees surrounding them. They teemed with overgrowth and unswept leaves.

He kicked a stray rock around as he walked with his hands in his pockets, his eye caught dimmed windows above, only a select few lights were still ablaze at this late hour.

Yellow eyes watched him from those houses built around those trees.

The melody continued to travel as he made his way to the very edge of the village, this is where everything cleared away, feeling more akin to any other city or village he had visited.

The feel of a stone path was comforting.

The wind picked up its pace, causing his red scarf to flutter in the wind, he breathed in the fresh air catching the crisp scent of water and pine nearby.

He threw a couple of golden coins toward an offertory box with only a slight glance to an old owl, watching him not from above but at his eye level.

The stranger smirked as that old man took in his visage with a mix of wonder and concern, it wasn’t everyday you saw such a dapper fellow as himself, draped in gold and red from head to toe but not in a tacky way as the Emperor’s of old he once knew.

‘I have much more style than that.’ He thought with a laugh he could not contain. Why should he? Life was meant to be enjoyed in the moment.

The wind howled louder as he approached the main shrine, wooden fixtures clattering loudly with the tree’s branches shifting as he bowed toward the main shrine with a toothy smile.

“Ah, I see you are awake, good.” The stranger spoke up with a delighted tone. “I have given your shrine the proper offering and people say I never learned my lesson ehe! Now,” Blazing gold eyes meet another pair of yellow within the dark shadows of this decaying shrine. “Show yourself,”

It was connected to a large tree, one towering above the rest he had seen on his trip here. Even after many decades, this lone tree stood the tallest among this land, hiding away the lights in the distance across the lake.

His tail twitched at the sound of heavy footfalls and claws scraping against aged wood. Seems as if his friend was not fully awake as he had expected, and by the wind’s course. ‘He seems annoyed uh oh…’

Despite this clear indication for him to leave as if the person within the shrine thought this would be enough to make him leave. It made him laugh again.

Ding.His laughter stopped and his body came to a standstill as he noted the metal bells had not ringed yet at all.

The sound of creaking wood grew closer and in the subtle light of the moon, did he see his shadow.

“Fei Lian…” The stranger lifted his head, marveling at how even his old friend seemed enamored with his growing collection of gold trinkets and jewelry across his body. “You’re control over the wind never ceases to amaze me, tell me how long has it been now? Two hundred or maybe it was four-”

“Speak quickly.” Fei Lian demanded and even the shadow of his horns reached the tip of his own shadow from the safety of the shrine. Ah, it seems things had escalated as he had foretold.

“Why?” He couldn’t help but whine as the wind picked up again, but he simply leaned on his heels, no longer feeling the need to kneel much less bow to someone he knew was faltering. “We’re old friends aren’t we? And what do you have to do that’s so important? Sweep a land that is no longer truly yours-”

The gale he experienced alone was sharp, tearing parts of his clothing as a warning. There was a sharp slam of a door behind them, most likely the old man.

Fei Lian hadn’t hesitated to grab his collar, lifting him off the ground only slightly. “Heh…Is this all you're capable of now? Even after all this time…” There was a tinge of sadness to his voice, it was unintentional but really, watching a god fall so far was tragic.

And not in an entertaining way. - This is a piece of writing from let's say from the beginning arc of my new Fic "Starry Invader" featuring a couple of immortals let's say, the age of gods have seemed to pass this era by. But as we can see here, they desire for that era to return, in different forms and for very different reasons? I wonder if the flowers will grant Fei Lian's wish? Stay tuned to find out!

#kung fu panda #wow I can upload new things without feeling like i'll explode #son wukong #monkey king #cmon it was obvious #fei lian #chinese gods #lore #long text post #fanfiction #fanfic #taylors writing #taylor talks

[girlinthespecialeconomiczone]

the box itself is an afterthought, cuban cigar label describes its intended contents and yellowing paper blend cardboard is easy, yields itself to open and close, the opposite of a lock. The real contents, at first glance: a piece of bright green cardstock with "Good Job Y" inscribed in a child's handwriting, a chanel lipstick, several ziplock bags containing a single tooth each, some accompanied by more paper with child's handwriting, an altoids tin sharpied with the words "Mia's Hair," 5-10 loose teeth, skittering across the bottom of the box like rocks in the surf or compact, frightened arachnids. At second glance, several christmas wishlists belonging to child, the chanel lipstick is in fact a travel-size perfume, the altoid tin does contain my hair, two almost identical notes written on separate occasions expressing love for my mother -child handwriting- then what appears to be some kind of personal ad, small pink and rectangular, reading: 

"YOUR STORY/ HAS TOUCHED MY HEART / NEVER BEFORE HAVE I MET ANYONE WITH / MORE, TROUBLES THAN YOU HAVE. PLEASE / ACCEPT THIS EXPRESSION OF MY SINCERE/ SYMPATHY. 

NOW FUCK OFF AND QUIT BOTHERING ME."

then several newspaper clippings, including an obituary for someone with my father's full name, they were born within a few years of each other and he died just a county over. 

A dilbert strip about getting catfished by a supermodel.

Then, a headline that reads "Police: Wife ran down husband with vehicle," and goes on about how after he looked at another woman during church service it took her three tries until she "succeeded" to run him over with a car 

A Simpsons-themed daily calendar page:

"Apu: Is it me or do your plans always involve some horrible web of lies? 

Homer: It's you."

This is less a revelation about the nature of my childhood and moreso laughing @ my mom's freakish way of memorializing it. Maybe I am pretending to not care that my mother wanted to kill my father. What would it have meant for me to uncover these items in a different order? What does it mean that I had to peel back layers of my own corporeal detritus to find my mother's homicidal fantasies? what kind of armament is a baby tooth, a lock of hair?

i spend the day looking at memory boxes, and have the same problem i always have - i forget what belongs to my mom and what belongs to me. we go back and forth, and try to remember the origin of things, smug when we convince each other the thing was actually ours to begin with. i do this with my sister, too, and when i invoke the hypothetical child i might eventually have and want to pass my clothes onto, she says indignantly "i am your child"

later, alone, i go to my mom's memory boxes, again with the problem - i can't remember which necklaces she beaded, i can't decide whether i can take confidently take credit for my precocious aesthetic sensibilities or whether she was picking the beads out, placing them in my hands, placing my hands on the wire, i go through boxes and boxes of jewelry like this, like i might find an answer. i find the murder box instead. 

Years ago I wrote a list of things which were "not actually mine but my mother's": dead friends, Mao's little red book, the bedroom closet, beer cans, baby teeth, phone voice, mopping floor on hands and knees, phd program, stalkers. I'm wearing all the jewelry pilfered from my mom's jewelry boxes this last visit home, watching true blood and drinking rum straight out the bottle (not my first choice, it was leftover from a party), and thinking about how in her drinking days, my mom probably also liked to sit herself in front of the tv and cry. Many people don't get to have families. With my mom there is a kind of cannibalistic sameness that actually, while to most people it appears like an ideal "home," is placeless, not actually mine but etc

perhaps this can explain my recent interest in my father's side of things, there is little to no inherent risk that i might find myself collapsed under my fathers particularities and interests, as our relationship is primarily defined by my sense of alienation. Through him and his parents I can construct something of a history, a "why" I am the way I am. Close but not too close, like when someone takes a picture of you you can barely recognize. Me and my mom used to joke that I was born asexually or through divination, a simple reproduction of her

There is of course a long lineage of crazy ass white girls, of bougie white women who choose to be addicts, or bad mothers, or writers, or waitresses, or communists. In 2015, my mom commented a picture of Patty Hearst with an automatic rifle on my facebook profile picture, and I learned who she was. I haven't been in therapy for six months but if I was, I would ask my therapist if she believed my mom wanted me to find the murder box 

[nobodyfamousposts]

How would the Dolls and Conner react to all the Lantern Rings wanting Marinette?

'So many rings!' Chaton marveled. 'Pretty! Princess? Is Mama a Princess? Pretty Princess!'

Littlebug shook her head insistently. 'No way. She's a Queen! Queen Mama!'

"I'm not a Princess or Queen!" Marinette exclaimed, waving her hands. "These rings just showed up and said I was chosen and they won't leave!"

The dolls looked up at her in concern.

Littlebug tilted her head, curiously.

'...hammer?'

The rings shrieked in protest.

Marinette winced. "No, sweetie. We're not going to smash the sentient rings."

Littlebug stuck out her tongue in disappointment.

"They're living beings just like you." She continued.

A long pause followed.

"That means you shouldn't hurt them."

Chaton listened intently and nodded along. Littlebug simply gave the rings a glare, making it clear she did not hold the same sentiment and would be keeping an eye on them.

Marinette sighed but didn't push.

At this point, she would just take what she could get.

_____________

Conner stared in confusion.

"Are those lantern rings or did the Miraculous change?"

He had known they took the form of jewelry, but he had thought they had other forms besides rings. Could they all take the form of rings? Did they all take the form of rings? Was that a thing?

But he had knowledge of the Green Lantern and the lantern rings. He may not have interacted with the hero much,

Marinette sighed.

"No. These are lantern rings."

"Marinette is very popular!" Tikki said with a giggle.

Marinette looked far less amused.

'Mama is pretty with rings!' Chaton exclaimed brightly. 'Pretty talky rings chose Mama!'

'Creepy talky rings...' Littlebug added with a frown.

He wasn't sure why, but Conner could almost swear he heard something akin to a whine from the rings...

"Do we know why?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

'I LIKE THIS ONE. THE ANGER IS STRONG IN HIM!'

'Watch it, Red.'

'No! Don't watch it! Choose the boy! One less contender for Marinette that way!'

'JUST THINK! HE SHOULD JOIN THE RED LANTERN CORPS! A FAMILY THAT SLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER!'

'That is not how that saying goes....at all.'

'Though if he has her magic, maybe other rings may be attracted to him as well?'

'I think I feel a pull...'

'Stop stretching, Yellow! He's totally a Green Lantern material!'

'LIES!'

'Not everything has to be about you, Green!'

'Yeah, you're not the center of the universe!'

'Besides, I can just feel the love radiating off him! He's got a girlfriend! He has a mom and siblings! He's totally joining our Corps!'

"Guys, please!" Marinette begged.

Conner blinked.

_____________

At the base.

"So...hypothetically..." Conner started.

Kid Flash winced. "Uh oh. "Hypotheticals". Already a bad sign."

"Just hypothetically!" He insisted. "If someone were to end up with Lantern Rings, what would happen?

A pause.

"You said 'rings'. As in plural." Kaldur pointed out. "So does this mean they have more than one?"

Conner winced.

"Yes."

"How many?"

He hesitated.

"...like say...one of each of the Corps?"

Silence. It seemed to stretch for eternity.

"Guys? Is that bad? What would happen?"

Robin frowned. "Is it you?"

"No."

"Is it your mother?"

A pause.

"Conner..."

"It's...not...not my mother?"

No one said lying to his friends was his strong suit.

Kaldur frowned.

Robin cackled.

"Please don't tell Batman."

#ml fic #ml funny #dolls au #chaton noir #littlebug #mominette #conner kent #superboy #marinette dupain cheng #ml crossover #dc crossover #young justice #lantern marinette

[jechristine]

A Close Reading of Zendaya Style Files on Zendaya’s Yellow Diamond Ring

I just want to say up top here that I greatly admire and enjoy the scrupulous work that goes into Zendaya Style Files’s fabulous posts and captions—love letters all to Zendaya, Law Roach, and fashion!

zendayastylefiles

This has been a fun exercise lol

Reader beware

Soooo onto ZSF!

ZSF first discusses a yellow diamond Bulgari ring when she reports on Zendaya’s beautiful, late-April 2021 Oscars look:

[link]

ZSF says that this ring is part of “BVLGARI’s upcoming ‘Magnifica’ High Jewelry Collection.” Sure! [edited to add: Law has talked about this Oscars ring, which he describes as 30 karats here at about 1:10.]

Around this time or earlier, at least as early as mid-April in her Hollywood Reporter photoshoot, and maybe as early as March, Zendaya started wearing a different yellow diamond ring that seems to be smaller, lighter in color, more rectangular, less protruding, and flanked by thinner white diamonds. ZSF covers the HR shoot in early May but doesn’t mention the ring specifically, only that Zendaya wore Bulgari jewels for the shoot. My assumption is that no details about the ring were provided to her. [link]

During summer 2021, ZSF decides to post photos of a a different, smaller ring.

Here, in July, she identifies the ring as the “Griffe,” even though it’s pretty clearly the yellow diamond that Zendaya had been wearing since the spring:

[link]

Mostly, however, ZSF posts a slightly different catalog photo of a yellow diamond ring while still calling this different ring a “‘Magnifica’ Yellow Diamond.” I suspect that by the summer ZSF learned or realized that there were indeed two yellow diamond rings. At this point, ZSF doesnt specify in words that the second ring is any different (karat count or otherwise) from the “Magnifica” ring that Zendaya wore to the Oscars—even though it clearly is. My guess is that no one from Law’s team gave her new details about this smaller ring, so ZSF was left repeating “Magnifica” while clearly seeing with her own eyes that it’s different from the 30kt Oscars ring.

By October, ZSF seems to have been receiving inquiries about the possibility of this ring being an engagment ring, and so she reached back out to Law’s team and to Bulgari.

[link]

ZSF repeats that the ring is part of Bulgari’s “Magnifica” collection (we all learn later that it isn’t), and that Zendaya got it “courtesy of Bulgari” (we learn later that she didn’t, unless the “employee discount” that Zendaya describes later is a 100% discount, which would mean it wasn’t an “employee discount” in the normal way we think of that phrase). The “for which she is the official brand ambassador” and the “that she got from a photoshoot” imply that Zendaya originally got this ring via Bulgari’s regular sample-trafficking to wear for a time or to keep to advertise Bulgari (Zendaya tells us later that this isn’t really true). So from at least one of those two sources, Law and/or Bulgari (my guess is Law only), ZSF got false confirmation.

I can understand that if Law didn’t want to publicize a private purchase or gift, he might just deflect probing questions by answering “Magnifica.” Weird, because Zendaya is allowed to own personal jewelry, but sure!

Then, in a post from mid-October but revisiting the mid-April HR photoshoot, ZSF addresses the subject of the yellow diamond ring again, probably because Zendaya was asked about the ring in her British Vogue interview:

[link]

It seems that Bulgari’s relations team has finally gotten back to ZSF, and they insist that all the yellow diamond pieces were “exclusive” as of April (the word “exclusive” comes across as almost frantic imo). They also falsely confirm to ZSF that Zendaya is wearing an 8kt “Magnifica” yellow diamond ring (we learn later that she isn’t). Curiously, ZSF includes a catalog photo that still does not match the ring that Zendaya is wearing in either the HR photos or throughout the spring, summer, and fall.

At one point, the story seemed to be that Zendaya kept rewearing the yellow diamond “Magnifica” ring that was either continuously loaned to her via sample-trafficking or given to her as a gift. But here the idea seems to be that, in April, Zendaya was loaned an “exclusive” ring, one that is part of the “Magnifica High Jewelry Collection,” but different in size—8kt—from the Oscars ring. She apparently fell in love with it and purchased it herself with her employee discount. (It’s worth noting here for reasons that will become apparent below that every item of jewelry is from a specific named collection, either the “Magnifica” or the “Fiorever.” I’m no expert but assigning a piece to a collection seems to be Bulgari’s m.o. ahead of wider sale.)

[edited to add: it was a few weeks later, early/mid-November, that Tom follows and then unfollows rarecolors_ on Instagram.]

Then, in the aftermath of the December Daily Mail article speculating about Tomdaya’s engagement and drawing attention to the ring, and after mama Claire did her own damage control via an IG story, ZSF posts this new photo of another ring—essentially a third yellow diamond ring—one that we finally learn is not part of the specific “Magnifica High Jewelry Collection”:

[link]

It seems that this Bulgari lady decided that it was time to get all the ducks in a row around this ring. ZSF refers to the new ring as similar to Zendaya’s, and as a part of the broad “High Jewelry Collection.” In other words, according to ZSF, the Bulgari rep sent a new photo of a ring that wasn’t what Zendaya wore to the Oscars, that wasn’t the smaller “Magnifica” ring that ZSF had been picturing all summer and early fall on her IG account, and that isn’t exactly what Zendaya is wearing now, and instructed ZSF to post the photo but please take the “Magnifica” off the description. (The “Magnifica” collection’s official name is “Magnifica High Jewelry Collection”; without the “Magnifica,” the ring in the photo seems to exist in a nebulous “other fancy stuff we make” category.)

So it turns out that the story about the “Magnifica High Jewelry Collection” 8kt yellow diamond ring was false all along—and falsely confirmed by Law’s team and it seems by Bulgari, too.

Meanwhile, bulgari on IG had never before January 2022 mentioned the non-“Magnifica” yellow diamond ring that has been essentially glued to Zendaya’s finger even though the account had pictured it previously:

[link]

[update: Bulgari mentioned it on Twitter here, on January 7, 2022, nearly 3mo after this photo and 8mo after its debut.]

Back in April (or earlier), it’s possible that Bulgari gave Zendaya a very “exclusive” prototype of a ring that they themselves didn’t recognize properly from their own catalogs, either initially or for roughly seven months thereafter. And Zendaya seems to have owned that “exclusive” yellow diamond ring immediately upon receiving it or very soon afterwards.

My first assumption was that Bulgari created a prototype of a ring that Zendaya saw, that she loved, and that was given to her or purchased for her immediately. But it’s curious that Bulgari would get a ring into the HR in April but take until December 2021 to name it, photograph it for their own promo, advertise it themselves, and mass-produce it. Why sample-traffic a ring design that’s no where near ready for sale?

Bulgari didn’t market that ring to anyone else until December. By the end of December, Bvlgari included something similar to it, but not connected to any specific collection, in a lookbook. It’s a few weeks later still that Bulgari finally decides to acknowledge Zendaya’s yellow diamond ring on Twitter.

Commenters on ZSF’s posts have pointed out for months now how much publicity Zendaya is giving this non-“Magnifica” ring, which rarely leaves her finger. It’s true! Over the course of several months, I’m sure Bulgari has gotten at least one or two additional requests from potential buyers for something like Zendaya’s ring. (Here’s a quick article on the big business of celebrity engagement rings.)

So I think it’s also possible—and maybe even probable given the confusion in ZSF’s captions—that a ring was commissioned and customized for Zendaya (perhaps even by Bulgari), and then the Zendaya-generated interest inspired Bulgari, several months later in December, to create another version of Zendaya’s ring for its lookbook and for wider sale.

To me, that’s a normal thing. Zendaya can have jewelry commissioned if she wants to! And Bulgari can capitalize on that by creating a version to sell widely.

What’s odd is that while ZSF is so meticulous and hardworking, this one item has repeatedly confounded her. No other items have—whether shoes, clothing, jewels, even makeup and skincare—as far as I can tell. Additionally, a big part of Law Roach’s job is advertising the items in which he dresses Zendaya. Nonetheless, Law’s team did not offer any help on this one item; in fact, it confused matters further! (And this is not the only item from Zendaya’s personal collection that ZSF has covered, obviously.) Why?

And so: I think it’s also possible that a smaller jeweler (like rarecolors_) could have sold the ring to Tom Holland in February/March 2021 and then sold its design to Bulgari, say around October/November 2021, after Zendaya’s British Vogue interview came out, officially broadcasting the ring as Bulgari’s. I’m sure Bulgari wants Zendaya to tell the world that she’s purchasing its jewelry (and not someone else’s) for herself, and I’m sure they’d like to sell “Zendaya rings” to as many other people as want them. And so after purchasing the design rights, Bulgari could have gotten the ring into its catalog, into production, and onto its social media ASAP. This last possibility might explain why rarecolors_ popped back onto Tom’s radar in early November, too, and why Bulgari seems to have itself waited until December/January to go all in.

Do with all that what you will😉

#tomdaya #zendaya #bulgari #the ring #Instagram

[luminari-mc]

(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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