#she's very goofy and silly and I love that

[glacierclear]

If it's alright to ask, you mentioned in her bio that Otherday had a skewed and flawed impression on Selûnite worship. Can you please elaborate on that? Does Otherday not worship like other Selûnites? Does she not understand Selûne the moon goddess entirely?

(disclaimer: i have a pretty surface-level understanding of d&d religions and cultures, this is mostly based off what i can glean from baldur's gate in my time playing.)

otherday was born and raised in the underdark. she was neither seldarine nor lolth-sworn. she was abandoned by her birth parents for reasons unknown to her and was raised by a colony of myconid. as a kid, she'd explore on her own and stumbled on an old, dilapidated selunite outpost (similar to the one you find in-game, if not the same one) and was fascinated by the old journals/texts, artifacts and selunite symbology.

she could basically figure out that they worshiped the moon and someone named selune. and she picked up the basic teachings of acceptance and tolerance, and the mindset of being self-sufficient and humble.

her idea of a "moon" was a little off the rails. having never seen the sky, she figured the giant white circle she saw in all the murals WAS selune, and the depictions of the pretty white haired lady was just a different person. maybe they were friends, too, since every selunite loved having friends in her eyes.

and obviously, she has no idea what a "nightsong" or a "nightsinger" is. she's seen vague mentions of these things and probably thought selunites really just loved music. which made sense to her. even her myconid family loved to dance! all nice people must just be really good at dancing and singing.

most of her misconceptions are bizarre and goofy but ultimately harmless. i want to brainstorm more small misunderstandings because the idea is very silly to me.

she's a pacifist, and will aid and help anyone (even if it's the stupid/wrong choice to do so) and sees it less as a "religion" and more of a "family". she has no interest in spreading the faith or converting potential followers. she just never shuts up about how pretty the moon is and will be friends with anyone. the most intimate way to bond with her is stargazing under the full moon with her.

most notably, she has almost no understanding of the complicated history between selune and shar. she holds no stigma against sharrans and, in that same vein, is confused when sharrans react negatively towards her outward passion towards selune.

it's like rain on glass to her, though. she has the mental fortitude of a cinder block and takes almost no insult to her "religion" or character to heart.

#oc #otherday #asks

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

yk the thalia fics you made ages ago?? could you do platonic headcanons for the relationship with thalia and the reader in that fic? like someone who ran away and found thalia, luke and annabeth. the reader being a child of hades or poseidon idm!!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! thalia grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs

𝜗𝜚 content…platonic! thalia grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs 𝜗𝜚 warning…language, slightly angsty near the end 𝜗𝜚 letters from the author…this was so silly goofy until the end bc i got SAD okay i APOLGOIZE YALL- it's minor angst trust (im a liar it is GUT WRENCHING) yall will be fine (i am not fine) don't worry (worry, i fear) it's actually not bad, im legit just hyping it up bc the silly vibes came back lmao- ALSO you can find the series anon is talked about HERE

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༄.° billie eilish wrote birds of a feather about them (not clickbate)

༄.° just two big sisters fighting to be the big sister to the other girl lmao

༄.° so so close, there is not a single secret between these girls

༄.° the lore between them runs deep, i fear

༄.° "do you remember that one time-"

༄.° "of course i do!"

༄.° black cat and orange cat coded like no other

༄.° also one of the few things that gave thalia pause about becoming a huntress was that she'd never get to grow old with you like you guys talked about after running away

༄.° you, of course, comforted her over this and told it would be okay

༄.° oh and moTHERFUCK THE BIG THREE IT'S JUST THESE TWO FRFR

༄.° scary when they fight together

༄.° even worse when they fight each other

༄.° it rarely happens and is over petty shit but like natural catastrophes are happening all over the planet bc of them

༄.° "can you just give thalia her shirt back? i think england hasn't seen the sun in a week."

༄.° "fuck the british and fuck her shirt, which she gave to me!"

༄.° "I DID NOT!"

༄.° "YOU DID TOO!"

༄.° "girls! you could wipe out a nation with your emotions, calm down."

༄.° they fight like siblings, which means they also love like siblings

༄.° like, yeah, yall could be screaming at each other one second but by the next your crying in each others arms bc you guys thought about the fact that one day your family won't be thalia and annabeth but rather your husband and kids

༄.° on that note, i'd like to introduce the president and vice president of the 'annabeth chase protection' club

༄.° both sat percy down for a very intense (and totally not threatening) talk about how if he so much as mistreats annabeth for a second they will make him disappear with a trace

༄.° bro left that convo shaking lmao-

༄.° you two have sweet (and sour) nicknames for each other

༄.° you like to call thalia 'birdie' when she's nice and 'thunder pants' when she's not so nice lmao

༄.° she likes to call you 'beach bum' when you don't piss her off and when you do she calls you 'conch cunt'

༄.° both are feral children, your honor

༄.° that's what living in the woods at a young age does to people idk what to tell ya

༄.° if these two see a tree, TRUST, they will be climbing it

༄.° tho, only a few branches bc they are both scared of height lmao

༄.° there is no love like a girlhood love and lemme tell ya, these girls got it alright

༄.° and one day, thalia will be without her favorite beach bum, her bird of a feather, forever sixteen whilst the other grew old and withered

༄.° one destined to stay the same forever while the other is destined to change until the end

༄.° this is a very old story, written in stones and stars

༄.° there is no changing it, i fear

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #thalia grace #luke castellan #annabeth chase #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #platonic! thalia grace x reader #platonic! thalia grace #pjo fanfic #toa #the titan curse #heros of olympus

[yuseirra]

The journey

#persona 3 reload #ryomina #shuyuka #aikoto #minaliz #this is basically how I interpret their relationship dynamics too! #ryoji sort of pulls the protag in his direction and leads him the way (he also goes through the same fate that's to come before he does) #with yukari you go side by side-she wishes to stick around with you and spend time together and she is really is there for you. #and aigis personally felt like a successor/pupil-like figure to me #she learns from you and gains her own life from it.. she felt like a daughter or a younger sibling in terms of you being the one that gives #as for elizabeth she's a surprise that barges in #she's very goofy and silly and I love that #I personally feel these four are the ones that the mc left the greatest impact on in terms of their identity as a character #the rest of the group were also greatly influenced by him but these four - he changed their lives so much and became their most beloved #doodle #persona 3 #persona #minayuka

[mci-writing]

heyy~ may i habe, hcs nsfw of senku, tsukasa, and gen fucking their s/o in the kitchen? like senku you guys fucked up something and waiting on an order, tsukasa takes you while youre making breakfast or something, and gen uses cream from a pastry youre making to lick it off your body? thank you ily i hope i did this right lol.

This has been years in the making, huh?

Sexy Kitchen Times (w/ Senku Ishigami, Tsukasa Shishiou, and Gen Asagiri):

TW: smut, modern/no petrification/post petrification au, small bit of bondage in Gen's part (he ties reader's wrists to the bedpost), no beta whoops, overstim in Senku's part, Tsukasa fucks his s/o next to a still hot stove 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ishigami Senku:

You had tried warning him from the get-go that substituting the recipe's ingredients with chemicals from his lab would be a horrible idea (esp when he pulled his Bunsen Burner seemingly out of thin air), but nooo he wanted you to trust the science process bc he was more than 1 billion percent sure it would work

Now you were standing in the middle of a nearly destroyed kitchen while ordering from the noodle place down the block, sending your lover a glare he knows a little too well when science experiments that involve you go horribly wrong

He hugs you from behind after cleaning up most of the mess, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you closer to him

This was what your friends deemed the affection maneuver, a move Senku only makes when he knows he might be sleeping on the couch for the night

"Y'know, it's so sexy when you get mad like this, dragonfruit" He'll teasingly whisper along the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses into your skin while his fingers rub sensual circles into your hips

And for the moment, you completely forget about the kitchen debacle when his lips meet yours, turning you in his hold and helping you settle on the counter. He tugs your top off between kisses, nipping at whatever skin he can reach while his one of his hands happily move to fondle your chest

And, like always, it ends with you riding his cock (bc his stamina maxed out smh), your hands gripping onto his thighs for dear life as his tip nudges at a certain sensitive spot while he times the delivery guy through calculating the speed of your rocking and the pitch of your moans, who is definitely 10 minutes late this time

Your brain is mush by the time the food does get there, Senku happily coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with a sweet "Just one more? So I can make it up to you?". It's the closest he can get to you forgetting the whole conundrum and he gets to watch your face shift in overstimulated pleasure

He does still sleep on the couch later that night, but it's only for a couple minutes before you cave and make him eat you out as payback (which you both know is just going to lead to a round of competitive sex, but I'll mind my best)

Asagiri Gen:

You'd already had an idea this would happen when Gen kept making innuendos about the glaze you'd made for your donuts earlier in the day, but a part of you wasn't really taking his words seriously until he'd told you to wait on the bed

I mean, you couldn't really go anywhere with your wrists tied to the bedpost, but you could hear the small happy pep in his step as he made his way back to you with the icing bag nuzzled snuggly in his hold

"Baby, look what I've got," He eagerly coos as he towers over your body, setting his knee beside you as he slides in closer on the bed. He holds the tip over your lips, squeezing enough for a little bit of the sweet concoction to spill out.

After your tongue swipes the small bit away, he gets to work setting a small dollop on each of your sensitive parts, stopping to admire his work once he finishes

He ensures that you've been licked clean of any stick sweet residue by the time he's finished, keeping track that you're thoroughly prepped before nestling into your welcoming heat

And he happily covers certain areas of your body with the cream again before fully allowing himself to go to town, enjoying the way his cum mixes with the sugary substance on your skin

Shishio Tsukasa:

"Ts-Tsukasa..." You manage out in an airy tone, tightly gripping the counter as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. The small sounds you make as he pushes the head all the way in only make him smirk

He leans forward as he pushes fully inside, taking the time to cut the stove off before his hand softly grips your hips and drags you back against him.

"You shouldn't have teased me so much," He softly states into your ear, tugging on the lower back tie of your apron so it hangs freely from your body by the tie around your neck. His right-hand moves to grab at the plush fat of your ass, a smack sounding as he brings his heavy palm down and squeezes as soon as he gets a good grip on it

He easily slides in and out from the perfect combination of spit and lube, the tight hold on your hip allowing him to push and pull against you as he pleases

Each spill of his name from your lips only encourages him to go faster, the breakfast you'd been hard at work creating forgotten with each deep thrust he made inside, stars clouding your mind

#senku ishigami x reader #ishigami senkuu x reader #ishigami senku x reader #ishigami senkuu #ishigami senku #senkuu ishigami x reader #asagiri gen #asagiri gen x reader #gen asagiri x reader #shishiou tsukasa #shishio tsukasa #tsukasa shishio x reader #tsukasa shishiou x reader #shishio tsukasa x reader #shishiou tsukasa x reader #I love how Senkuu's is silly goofy and Gen and Tsukasa's is straight smut 😭 #He's my leek boy fr it's why I write him like that I promise #Sav forgot she sent this until I read the ask on the phone to her sksksj #giving her her very little tsukasa sauce like the bestest buddy that I am mhm mhm #hope you enjoyed

[lonelyzarquon]

DOCTOR WHO | Under the Lake

#silly old man i love you so #dwedit #doctor who #dwgif #timelordgifs #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #peter capaldi #jenna coleman #scifiedit #tvedit #s9 #under the lake #mine #my gifs #the way clara giggles....... i'm done #''yeah yeah we're in the middle of a crisis but i find this VERY amusing'' #she starts smiling even before he gets to his goofy silly punchline #*screaming into the void*

[flowerakatsuka]

indirect compliment

#for anyone wondering how bad kuro's crush on kara was back in high school this was the shit they were doing #they're so fucking goofy back then it makes me want to cry— #i have another comic idea about kuroba watching the play kara was in... it's so silly...... 😭 #don't even get be started on the what if scenario of if they actually got to know each other in hs #( actually please do i'd love to talk about it ) #also say hi to kuroba's hs bully her name's shin #very much considering developing her into an actual character instead of just a bully she's been on my mind #i have some ideas for her so we'll see #okay it's bedtime #osomatsu-san #osmt #osomatsu-san oc #yumematsu #18matsu #mj ocs #oc : kuroba #oc : shin #ship : kurokara #mj draws

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

have i mentioned how great cats are. there's a lil guy in my house and when i lay my head on her side she starts purring so hard <3 and ten seconds later she will try to open my wrist with her teeth <3 truly the best <3

#shes just a silly goofy little guy..... #miss war crimes.... mister menace... bastard... her royal highness <3 #she holds all of these titles And More #no ones doing it like her!!! #she eats spiders & makes funny noises that instantly Boosts my criminally low happy chemicals #sorry i looked at her for too long and was once more overcome by a strange emotion i believe some call love #affection? delight?? all three.... #and i Had to publicly post about her #i am very proud of my tiny fluffy friend & her general Existence. i must flaunt her #oh how horrible! a couple of tendons in my neck just rubbed together in a very terrible way #what the Fuck. i wish i could reach in there and pluck on em a lil. make sure theyre in the right places #felt that in my Ear.... #absolutely unprompted #oh speaking of weird things cause yall know i love to ramble and overshare #i think! i Hypothesize! that there's a slight.... Disconnect between my eyes #my depth perception is fine and i can See #but theres somethin fucky w my vision and focus #nothing is blurry! but it looks like it should be! i dont know how to explain it! #its like my quality of vision has dwindled but not in a way i can describe or really point out #but it Is slightly harder to read and like... See things? #its almost as if i have a few tiny blind spots. #i first noticed this happening after my terrible no good double-decker-migraine weekend #it very slowly got slightly better but then i had Another migraine the other day (ugh and a left brain one at that) #and im back to square one! my visions all fucky again! my peripherals suck! #in other news my house is. so warm. its 2 am. my shirt is toasty enough to keep tortillas warm #i hope everyone is having a good week #and if youre not! theres always the next one! and little delights sprinkled throughout! get yourself a tasty treat you deserve it!

[afterthefeast]

one thing i am finding so interesting about eight is that his desire not to alienate people by being deceitful and manipulative like seven means that in order to keep them around and not end up so lonely again he lies to them constantly and is in fact deceitful and manipulative

#dw #idk i get this is the feeling this is an unpopular interpretation #but i think not telling charley she technically died and ending the chimes of midnight refusing to talk about it #is like. not good behaviour #this isn’t critical by the way #i think he’s great and this is very fun #but it’s like he’s very invested in being this fun silly goofy guy who just loves humans and is a great best friend #who goes on loads of adventures and sees the world! #and this is all ultimately quite morally neutral thus far #he’s nonviolent as much as he can be he doesn’t like punching people he doesn’t enjoy guns #but he also doesn’t have the whole ‘i am the world’s BEST guy’ thing #it’s more about who he is just as a guy to know #but like he’s still the doctor. he’ll outlive charley regardless. and every other companion he could ever have #it’s like this fairytale desire to hide from that. it’s so crunchy

[riot-control-camp]

OKAY NOT DONE TALKING ABOUT THE LITTLE GARDEN ARC

ESPECIALLY THE NARRATIVE PARALLELS BETWEEN ZORO AND SANJI AND DORRY AND BROGGY??? THE FACT THAT THOSE PARALLELS PARTICULARLY IMPLY THAT THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND THAT WILL LAST LITERALLY FOREVER???

THE VISUAL WHERE THE AUDIENCE REALIZES THAT THE MOUNTAIN RANGES WERE SKULLS?? PAIRED WITH THEM LYING IN THE SAME POSITION AS ZORO AND SANJI'S TWO DINOSAURS LEFT BEHIND ON THE BEACH?

average tumblr user notices single instance of symbolism, more at 11.

but usopp getting more moments of bravery!!! WE STAN HIS ARC!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!

zoro getting to laugh and tease people this arc was beautiful, i love that stupid cunty bitch

sanji getting his part of the arc done through cunty trespassing, lying through his teeth, and beating up animals? FANTASTIC THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE (specifically thank you for that twisting move he did with his heels around the vultures head. how does it feel to live MY. D R E A M)

LUFFY WAS SO SHAPED. I WOULD KILL FOR HIM. HE'S SO FERAL.

and calling it now, nami is absolutely going to get malaria girl is the QUEEN of "it's nothing [2 episodes later it is in fact a resonant Something with excruciating plot relevance and emotional stakes attached to it"

almost simped for crocodile but miss all sunday was Right There MA'AM. MA'AM. RESPECTFULLY AND ASEXUALLY, TILL THE BED FUCKING BREAKS--

also he has a giant gold pet which i don't fuck with. also his rings remind me of redd white from ace attorney who is Unfuckable as he is a murderer of a mentor figure (other forms of murder have not detered me from simping in the past. in fact it is typically a point in a character's favor)

also oh my god tumblr makes so much more sense now that i am attempting to use it while high, my fluency rate and understanding of how every person on this platform is distressingly and hilariously comfortable assuming their experience is universal

okay but the still of the giant's weapon shards thrown over their head in victory? makes me insane, will never be over it cannot fucking handle it will be crying forever and ever

#oli oscillates #one piece #one piece little garden #however one thing i will say also is i read a zosan fic wherein sanji asked zoro when zoro knew he loved him #and zoro answered 'little garden' which after seeing this arc i sense that that is BULLSHIT #i feel like that's probably when he started FALLING #as there is DEFINITELY a shift in how zoro talks to him in that reuniting scene. like the vibe of that was different #but zoro would not. realize that yet??? i genuinely don't think #like #like they have only been a consistent crew for arlong loguetown and the laboon arc?? (not counting apis as she's anime filler #and i skipped it) #i think this is when zoro would start QUESTIONING why he cares so much about who wins between him and sanji. #why he's so desperate to be relevant to him. why he has to give as good as he gets #and i think sanji respectfully #IS NOT THERE YET. his character from what i understand at this point in the show is. #well the POINT of his delivery is that he has three faces. how he treats women how he treats men. and how he treats someone he fights #(the last of which is implied to be the “truest” version of him--the iron core that makes him worthwhile as a Good Guy Deep Down tm) #and consequently a member of the strawhats) #i would love to see how future arcs handle the interaction of those three dynamics or a more unified sense of self for sanji #because much as i am down bad nasty for him there's this profound like. i almost want to say insecurity in him that makes him feel-- #very wet cat traumatized. he gives me “unloved as an early child and therefore has a fucked up sense of self or love as concepts” vibes #it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't fall until much later than zoro #anyways #mutuals forgive me for holding you hostage in the tags accidentally i have had the goofy silly

[nocentis]

Black Arum ┆ Siegrain

Content warning: main character death, cannibalism, gore, toxic/unreliable narrator, highly canon divergent character portrayal. Read at your own risk. You will probably take psychic damage from this.

╳┆A lure was stuck in the soot between his lungs. Many times he'd felt the tug — enough that the wire fray had worn a rut where his ribs met — and many times he'd found her on the other end, reeling for remnants of him that no longer existed. She would aim to break him open, sift around in the cinders for those specks of him she wanted to confiscate, keep for herself, so that she could finally be rid of him. Once those flecks were washed and panned, the remains would reek like plough mud closure. For that reason he would come to her whole, every whit of ash accounted for.

A cherry little game they'd play. Her with flint and steel, eager to reignite that paltry spark of "good" that flickered freely for a lapse before he remembered himself. Him with tinder and kindling, letting it light only to call on the rain again. Her with just enough hope. Him with just enough time.

That resolve was so very compelling. More than her beauty, her candor, and even that glow he so loved to bask in — that luster he wanted to hold between his teeth and bury under his nails — more than that, her tenacity was a toothsome temptation, and he wasn't keen to deny himself anything.

So when he felt the pull, he caved to the beck and spooled the lisle. That day, the line seemed lighter, thinner, than it ever had. It should've been strong. Tensile. Instead it felt gossamer fine and just as frail, poised to tear at an ill touch, and he wasn’t exactly renowned for his gentle hands. Still, he gathered it with both palms and wrapped it proudly around himself like a ceremonial sash, grin scrawled across his face something devilish.

╳┆He found her lying in the shade beneath a long-lived magnolia, still and silent as she never was, with the color of her namesake spread around her head in halo streaks. Battle-torn, as she so often was, and yet uncannily... passive.

Anything he'd planned to say went out the airlock. Instead, he stood there with an anchor in his stomach, reaping the benefit of doubt.

Not a frown nor a sigh when he darkened her sanctum, only heavenward eyes tearless and unblinking and a resigned breath just short of peaceful. That worn tether waned phantom thin, light as helium, and the tension in his chest went slack.

There was no definite snap. No dramatic severing or ear-popping moment of clarity. Only the vague sense of loss so fresh a wound that denial was a numbing salve.

“Get up,” his voice a command, sandgrit against whetstone, thickened by an unnamed antigen.

The silence felt like mockery. A placid scene void of chittering fauna, clouds' drum, or even the most timid breeze. It wanted him to hear the absence of her breath and the stillness of her chest. It wanted him to hear the hollow. The empty. The nothing. Wanted it to resonate; to find the furthest reaches of his mind and clean them out until all that was left was this icy, clarifying silence.

He knew the end when he saw it. This was something much worse. It was robbery.

Her life wasn’t for the world to take. It was for him to hold in his hands. 

Something wet and pathetic slicked his tongue — some whiny, pleading thing — and it was stubborn as oil. The authority slid to the back of his throat and left him choking, “You are the indomitable Titania. You’ve laced fingers with Death time and again only to rise and slay and conquer, so get up.”

Her warmth was set to a slow drip, spilling from her in tired beads and seeping soundlessly into her chosen ground. Little whispers of her lost to greedy loam, sullied, never to be returned.

A waste of precious love. The sod won’t drink of her as he will. It will take of her and give back what? New “life” so fragile and fleeting? A feeble weed will take root, bloom its days few, and curl itself inside out? Pathetic. An insult to her legacy. An insult to the diamond-split sharp of her bladesoul.

His heart boiled over — popping, sticking, simmering sicksweet saccharine. It colored him cloying, flooded his mouth, and forced him to kneel at her altar.

"Please," he keened, hollow and morose, and his own pleading sickened him, “Say something.”

The sun trickled through the leaves like ichor, lighting up her black-blown eyes and the thin ring of honey surrounding them. Dim, distant, and dead as the moon.

His hand carved a path to her face, fingers featherlight against her fading flush. He brushed her bangs from her eyes and forced an unbroken breath through his quavering mouth. He traced each scar too faint to see and the parts of her skin their star kissed. Memorized the map of her face — each curve and crease, each fine hair, and every eyelash. He would carve out a space in his mind in her shape and fill it with the thousand sweet nothings he kept in his pockets.

He gathered her hand and threaded it with his own. When he opened his mouth, a rickety twine escaped from the deepest point of his chest, so he forced his jaws shut to keep the grief corked. He uncurled her fingers and pressed his cheek into her palm, trapping her there against his own scarred skin. His eyes fell shut as he breathed in this borrowed touch — this moment fated, stolen from him by this world's insatiable avarice.

He kissed her palm directly in the center; held it against his mouth and felt his own ruined breath echo back to him from the deepest grooves of her skin. Again, he begged, “Please, Erza.”

Of the armors innumerable now haunting this hallowed ground, this one least befit her. 

He revered Death. If there was a god, surely it was Death, he thought, for Death asks for nothing but life. The dead don’t know that they’re dead. They know a split second of euphoria and then a sharp, definite end. Isn’t that the work of a gracious god? One last stroke of color whether in peace or peril, and then eternal rest. Back to the dust you sprouted from.

But now he couldn’t see any of that beauty he often waxed poetic about. All he could see was change yet to come. All he could see was her, and he wanted her back.

He wanted her back, yet he knew better than anyone that there was no such thing as resurrection. While Death might be gracious, it was not generous, and it was not to be reasoned with.

The thought of her buried deep, bathed by the dark and abandoned to rot — it washed his mouth acid sour. It ate straight through his tongue and lingered in the roots of his teeth, burning, raging redhot in his jaws’ marrow.  A grave didn't suit her anymore than a pyre.

Soon she would be cold. Stiff. A feast for flies and their insatiable young. In the days to come, she would bubble and bloat and sallow. Her skin would loosen and slough off. The sun would bleach her bones. The meat of her would melt into oil and fat and bogspit. She would mix in with the soil, the groundwater, and this thankless magnolia would thrive.

It was tall, thick, with branches spread in all directions. The lowest of its limbs showed off the varied deep greens of its large waxy leaves, their undersides a chalky brown. A few white flowers bloomed, palm-shaped petals open in praise like they'd come to witness and worship. There was no question why she'd chosen to crawl here. It must've reminded her of home.

Despite its beauty, it was hardly worthy of her. Nothing in this ravenous world was. Her grave should be carved within his chest. There, he could keep her warm. He could host her in his veins. One day, they would wade the waters of woe together. Until then she could live under his skin.

He wouldn’t allow her to spoil. Wouldn’t place her gently into time’s whittlesome hands only to lose her peel by peel by rotting peel.

This world has taken much from you. Do not allow it to take her too.

A carnal ache etched itself into bone, a depth of passion he hadn't felt since he wrought for a false Heaven.

She is a fruit, ripe as a plum and twice the taste. Peel her open. There is a seed at her core. Plant it in your soot-field chest and watch her bloom anew.

What are these hands for if not this?

Flesh like sheets of silk. Muscle like rope. Blood like honey. Bone like an ivory trove. The splitting, the squelching, the straining, ripping, snapping; it burrowed marrow-deep and lingered there. Her chest peeled apart like jagged teeth, jaws croaking their rusted tune, and inside that redslick maw was the center of the universe.

The heart upon its throne, still as she, shielded by her precious lungs. It slid into his palm like it was always meant to be there. Raw, rich, and so very scarlet. Its sinews strained against his pull — those hollow vines that fed even the furthest parts of her — so he wrenched them free and draped himself in them like matchless finery.

Eat. Eat ‘til you’re sick. There’s a hole the size of her in the pit of your stomach. Eat until you fill it. 

What are these teeth for if not this?

Tough as leather; smooth as rubber. His teeth slid right off the rind and clicked together with nothing but metallic sheen between them. He gnashed at that ink-dripping muscle until he found a spot weak enough to tear apart. It tasted of rare meat and iron; a heady gore thick enough to drown in. He swallowed, gasped, and that first new breath felt like a blade.

The child inside him saw her split-open ribs as his cradle. He wanted to crawl inside, curl up, and die. He wanted to paint himself her color.

He lost his vision to the hot, angry wash. His own sobs were a distant sound, muffled by meat and blood and his own desperate fingers. He was numb in the mouth and in the shake of his hands, but he forced himself to eat, eat despite the choking, the gagging, the wet, weeping remorse.

Don’t you dare throw her up. Be grateful. Swallow and say thank you and finish what you’ve started.

He bit into his own palm, indistinguishable from her core, and he cried out in sour relief. His hands spread raw grief over his face, through his hair, and down his neck.

You’re no better than this starving world.

He curled into himself, hands clutching his own aching chest, and despite the cloudless sky, he called upon the rain.

#v: ✗ ┆ siegrain ┆ ◜ canon divergent ◞ #⚶ ┆ ◜ drabbles ◞ #I was in a silly goofy mood #reader beware #this one was an exorcism. #needed to purge this depravity. #hey guys what if I bare my soul and it's a festering wound. #did I provide context? no. am I sorry? also no. #this only works in darkverse. #this is very obviously not inline with canon Jellal's personality but with a mutated version of him I created to balance -> #the healing arc I'm putting him through in mainverse. #not love but a secret other thing (obsession. possession.)(...take my money... I don't need that shit...) #& now she haunts the narrative. in my mind. and his too. #In my defense I've never claimed not to be a degenerate #yeah actually I am kind of embarrassed about this thank you for asking #never thought I’d have to say this but I do not endorse or condone cannibalism. #hey Sieg have you ever thought about chilling. calming down perhaps. I say as if I did not put him in this situation. #I fear this is one of those things I’m going to look back on in a few months & say: that should've stayed in the drafts. #me personally I love posting cringe. it's what I deserve. #if god exists I will have to answer for this. catch me in the river Acheron sipping on straight up anguish. #can you tell I have been confronted by the fleeting nature of mortality more often than usual lately. be honest. #actually I decided to not to go too into depth with the gore this time. I feel like keeping it vague lends more to the fugue state #also because it was giving me REALLY weird dreams. so like. yeah. I could've made this worse. but should I have? #tags bout damn long as the drabble. sorry gang. #cannibalism tw #gore tw #main character death tw #body horror tw #dayne’s depravity #daynedepravity

[mushroom-for-art]

A silly I thought of at work lmao enjoy @seasidemew! Not canon to the shadow au probably would probably happen a little later if canon a sort of chapter 7.5 I think XD but I wanted to write it now

Would you still love me?

Orange hues snuggles closely fondly into the darker striped form of her companion and lover making soft purrs and trills as she adjusted wiggled as though trying to nuzzle herself even closer to him even as she was latched to his side. He breathed easily resting in their nest together, the sun hung low mockingly in the sky refusing to set, neither of them found sleep coming to them despite the time not with the warm night air. Though the cuddling wasn't unpleasant for either of them.

"Syn?" May mumbles softly against his side idly pressing her lips to his skin in little kisses just because she was there, he made a hum of acknowledgement to her asking for him. "Would you still love me if I was a Wurmple?"

He opened his eye to cast it down to look at her, "a what?"

"A Wurmple," His brow furrowed in confusion closing his eye again in his mind he saw a short orange Wurmple wiggling along on a branch, he supposed that would be somewhat cute.

"Will you change back or are you a Wurmple forever?" he decided to humor her question play along with her sleepy ramblings.

"Nuh huh, Wurmple foreverrr." He hummed in thought, Wurmple weren't as intelligent as they were and as much as he cherished her the thought of putting his lips anywhere near a bug even for a chaste kiss on the forehead caused him to grimace in discomfort already imagining the texture.

"I'd love you, but I couldn't love a Wurmple," she hummed softly at his answer still cuddling to his side presumably not hurt by the answer.

"Would you make sure I wasn't eaten by a bird?" He thought about it snatching a Pidgeot out the air and draining it's life as it attempted to swoop and eat the little orange bug.

"Of course," she squeezed him softly seeming to approve of that answer.

"Would you try to eat me if you were a bird and I was a Wurmple?" Syn sighed softly opening his eyes again while turning his head to look at May as she lifted her head to smile sleepily at him chin resting on his chest plate expectedly.

"I mean if, I was only as intelligent as a bird? I guess?" he wasn't sure what answer she was hoping for as she nodded squeezing him once more.

"Yea.. If I was a Wurmple and you a bird I'd let you eat me so you stay strong." Syn hummed in disapproval at that.

"Hey, what does that mean."

"huh?" Syns face pulled into a slight disapproving frown.

"No double meanings, there's no reason for me to eat not in that or any other context." May chuckled nuzzling in close purring loudly confused by her wistful sigh.

"I know, I know," he made a sound sighing softly at her antics. "now ask me?"

"Ask you what? If you'd eat me if you were a bird?" She laughed softly.

"Nooo, if I'd still love you if you were a Wurmple even if you weren't changing back"

"Would you?"

"mhm! I'd find you the best berries and leaves every day and I'd say look at how pretty Syn is with his stripes and dark colors and I'd make sure you're safe when you make your cocoon and I'd compliment you if you became a beautiful Beautifly or a dazzling Dustox and talk to you about how to court yourself a little wife,"

"Why would I want a little wife I have you?" She giggled at his question.

"I mean of course you do I'm flattered and I would be flattered if you still wanted to seduce me as a Dustox or Beautifly but you might want a wife of your own species." He hmphed at the suggestion. "and then I'd watch over your babies."

"You've given this a lot of thought haven't you?"

"Yea I have too much time with my thoughts." He snorted softly as she beamed at him playfully wiggling her brows as he laughed at her playful nature. She sighed content squeezing him softly and he squeezed her back with one arm assuming that was the silliness of the night.

"Syn?" He hummed again getting the feeling he knew where this was going.

"Yes my dear?" She giggled to herself echoing 'yes my dear', as she squeezed him flapping her hands a bit in excited wiggling as he smirked to himself at getting such a joyous reaction from 3 simple words feeling her wiggle and vibrate against him from her excited shakes and flaps, it made him chuckle fondly as she squeezed him again harder.

"Would you still love me if I was an orthworm?"

"Forever?"

"Foooorever."

"I guess I'd make sure you have a nice plot of land to explore and live in but I'd let you live with your wormy brethren, they could understand you and provide for you better than I could."

"Aww, you'd let me go so I'd thrive?" She nuzzled him purring, "that's so sweet, you want whats best for me," her tail wagged, "would you be jealous if I got a wormy husband?"

Syn growled lowly in the back of his throat lying, "no." As May laughed again at his jealousy over the hypothetical worm husband.

"Lucky I'm not an orthworm then," he hummed in agreement.

"And let me guess if I was an Orthworm you'd do the same but provide extra?" He felt her nod against him;

"Yeup, and I'd make sure nobody ever hunted and caught you ever because you'd probably be so so pretty still." He chuckled supposing he would be very pretty no matter what form he took.

They were quiet again cuddled close, it was a touch darker outside but the sun was defiant.

"Syn?"

He heaved a playful sigh turning his head to look at her, "this better be the last one so you've gotta make it count," he could see the playful guilty gleam in her eye realising she was being silly but not at the point of apologising and stopping. Admittedly he did enjoy her sillies, even if he was quite tired.

"would you still love me if IIIII wassss," she tapped her chin in thought considering her options her eyes glanced to the clouds outside, "a Castform?"

Memories of the sunshine glaring insultingly into his face came to mind the harsh lashing of rain on his skin and the subsequent injuries sustained from Rayqauza, the bitter biting cold wind cutting at his face cruelly in the middle of a gale force blizzard with dangerous wind speeds, he growled idly to himself at the frustrations of such weather phenomenon.

"Nope," May squealed in surprise laughter moving to sit up to look at him accusatorily having to shift her body to hold the nest besides his head to try to put herself over him in her leaning.

"'Nope' ???" despite her accusatory mock hurt tone he could see her eyes creasing from grinning too damn widely and trying not to laugh far more amused than hurt, "you would abandon May?? Cast aside the form?? Hate forever??" He made an idle playful tut as he rolled his eyes chuckling to himself as she rambled on in play dramatics.

He moved his hands to her sides holding her softly which caused her to quieten quite quickly as he smirked moving to pull her down to lying back down besides him and putting himself over her in turn tail swaying and leaning over his prey with a playful low growl, she blinked at him and did a playful shimmy of her shoulders right back at him making him lose his composure and exhale a laugh.

"You finished being dramatic?" May inhaled dramatically to answer and he gently put his hand around her snout to keep her mouth shut, "ill take that as a no," she pouted at him making a series of fake insulted noises her foot lightly touching his thigh in mock kicks of protest, he chuckled at her antics watching her pretend to huff seeing her mouth betraying the large smile she had.

When she'd sufficiently 'fought' him enough she pouted her lips once more making little kissy motions and sounds stopping and then repeating as he leant down to happily fulfill her request, kissing her softly as his hand moved to hold her face and hers came to hold his enjoying the moment before he pulled away reluctantly.

"So are you gonna sleep now?" the hum of thought May made was not reassuring.

"Maybe!" He sighed moving to carefully roll and move back into lying onto his back.

"You have too much energy," she immediately came and latched back to his side cuddling up close as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeaaaa, it's the suns fault," he chuckled softly in agreement.

"Syn?"

"This better not be a question." He heard her giggle as she pressed herself close.

"I love you." He smiled fondly to himself hearing her say those 3 little words. He exhaled softly as he closed his eyes to rest.

"I love you too." She purred softly, and he softly purred right back.

#My writing #A silly but a soft #@seasidemew Syn #@seasidemew oc #No trigger warnings for once XD #They're just goofy together sometimes as a treat #May makes him more goofy cause she's goofy he likes to play with her on that it's nice it's bonding #It's not that he doesn't care of course he loves her dearly but like I don't think he's gonna be carrying around wurmple may XD #She's being all lovey but not realistic cause he probably may not even know her as a wurmple #Plus it was just funny to me thinking of Syn very passionately hating cast form like oh those bitches #And just nope XD do not like the Castform #Suggested adult humor #Fuck okay one warning #Syn really said 👌shut XD #But playful<3 May knows he's only playing they're both just having a bit of silly funny enrichment

[squirreltastrophe]

been dinking around in ms paint and thinking about my ocs and listening to cats millionaire all weekend :3

some other extremely messy ms paint doodles under the cut!!!

#thank you beloved best friend worm for reminding me how fun ms paint is #blood tw #<- very very scribbly and cartoonish and goofy but figured I'd put it here nonetheless :P #I need to just let myself make bad art more I've been putting a lot of pressure on myself about that lately #its fun!!!!! I love making cringe little ms paint doodles that dont have to be good at all cause its ms paint!!!!!! #oh also that silly emo girl is raven. idk if i've posted about her yet I made her with worm :3 #she's not in the actual plot of my comic n such but she comes in later and her and Ophelia fall in love :3 #been thinking about post canon ophelia in general a LOT lately #squirrel art #ocs #Ophelia #Raven #tombmates #ms paint

[pikkish]

breaking news: surprising absolutely no one, pik has fallen in love with the fast paced fps game where the big, silent badass of a main character's sole goal is to protect the small, squishy innocents.

#lines i did #roboquest #i love this game its great #the writing is so goofy and i cant quite tell if its intentional or of its bc they dont have an actual writer on their team but eith #either way its simple and silly and i love it #not to mention its very vague and leaves plenty of space for potential worldbuilding... #and the animations range from wonderfully clean and snappy; like the reload animations for each weapon and the enemies movement animations #to 'lets just obscure the boss under esplosion textures and lower it under the floor so we dont actually have to animate it exploding' and #its still hilarious to watch every time #music is DAMN GOOD #gameplay is comparable to modern doom #a little rougher around the edges but hey its an indie studio not a triple a and theyre still working on it #npc designs are DELIGHTFUL. why does the robot wear a fake mustach. why does the robot with a single optic wear a normal pair of goggles. #they have so much character despite none of them uttering a single word ever #except for max i guess; she has dialogue. but shes also Literally The Only Human In The Game so like. she gets a pass. #anyway more of my mutuals should buy it so we can co-op it together. #(mutuals if u buy it let me know id be 100% down to co-op it with u)

[dykeza]

Ichigo being a stay at home dad who works online is so in character for him actually…… he’s the type of dad to enforce 1 hour of no screen time outside playing in the yard and/or playground. He texts Orihime goofy pictures of Kazui jumping around in some water fixture in the local park and carries him home soaked to the bone and shivering with the biggest smile on his face and then they eat ice cream and wait for Orihime to get home so they can have family game night.

#I cannot see how someone can dislike ichihime and their beloved baby boy #they’re so silly!! #honestly I think a lot of it comes from forgetting Ichigo isn’t Just his badassery and trauma and stubbornness #Ichigo is goofy and funny and likes playing games and has shown how genuinely warm and welcomed/welcoming he is around Hime #and a lot of the times when I see posts referencing how Orihime is bad for him or is like… a creep or whatever #I can’t help but notice that it just. doesn’t sound like Ichigo at all #Ichigo Kurosaki is full of love and compassion and he adores everything around him #he loves and honors even the most evil of people and recognizes others struggles even if he can’t relate #there isn’t a single thing about him that conveys this supposed dislike for Orihime or this discontent with his life #Ichigo is like. a happy person #he suffers and he endures so much and he keeps finding new ways to love and understand others #he fights so hard to be happy… so why can’t people except that maybe he is? #at some point you just have to accept that a character can be content #Ichigo is married to Orihime. he works from home. he adores his son and his wife and his family #and like. that’s okay? there doesn’t need to be some deep reason. you don’t need to try and drag even more character out of him #he has enough!!!!!! he has more than enough character to go around!! #please let Ichigo Kurosaki love his wife and his son… and also let Rukia do the same #I know I just now mention her but this tangent is directed towards the Weird ichirukis I see poking around on twt and tumblr #Rukia is happy with her husband!!! she likes Renji!!!! she likes him so much in fact that she married him and had a kid with him #Rukia and Ichigo both are very hardheaded characters and if they’re unhappy with their circumstances THEYLL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT #they’re not scared to be honest with themselves and others anymore!! they’re very vocal about their opinions if you haven’t noticed yet #some of the first things we learn about both of them is that they aren’t scared to speak their mind #I am fucking certain that if they happened to Not Want to end up with their respective spouses they would’ve just. not married them #idk what copium ichirukis that don’t like Renji and/or Orihime are smoking I really don’t #you love these characters so much and yet you discredit one of their most recognizable traits!!! their readiness to DO WHAT THEY WANT!!!!!! #they’ve proven time and time again thag they do whatever they want within reason #there is not a possible universe where either of these characters would sit quietly and let themselves be unhappy for the sake of the others #because they’ve learned. and they’ve grown. and they trust Renji/Orihime enough to understand their decisions becuase it’s in the fucking— #—text how much they respect and trust them to understand their feelings #this ramble is too long I’ve reached 30 tags URASHIN CANON GOODNIHHT AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAA

[lazitoelgato]

Sometimes I think my grandma just pretends to be old and she's actually a teenager bc sometimes she speaks like an autistic teen talking about her special interest.

#she also doesn't talk like she's old #today she brought the most child-like rainbow goofy gums she found just bc “The packaging was funny” #or sometimes she would hit my back and ask me to draw her something #idk how to explain it but she's so silly and i love her so much #She's also very emotionally intelligent I mean makes sense she reads a lot about that and deadly diseases (Don't ask I don't know) ✨ #Grandma appreciation post #She keeps me sane

[alagaisia]

I’m reminded of that post about how goths and people who wear only lots of pink are actually the same because “wearing only one color” is a specific choice in opposition to just looking Normal

I’m flying to a friend’s wedding today, and I recently acquired from my neighborhood free page a very pretty vintage suitcase in like a brocade upholstery texture in all of my good colors, so of course I needed a coordinated airport outfit à la Midge Maisel. You guys don’t know me, but I usually dress very put together, in what my sister calls Outfits, with a capital O to distinguish it from just wearing clothes. And since getting a full time job I’ve been slowly adding to my collection of vintage and 50’s-vibes clothes, because I just really like that aesthetic (my bridesmaid dress for the wedding is a vintage tea dress I got from Etsy. The fabric is in great condition but I had to reinforce pretty much every seam with my sewing machine, because the structural integrity of the original thread was breaking down, so that was an interesting learning experience).

All of which is to say that I Dressed Up for the airport in a vintage-y outfit that coordinates perfectly with some of the colors of my suitcase, and my hair is curled, and I have a vintage leather purse that my grandma gave me that matches her watch that I’m wearing and the shoes she bought me last summer at the same vintage store that my skirt came from, and a teenage-ish girl with whatever you call the 2023 teenage equivalent of emo/punk vibes, like the dark maroon mullet and not a lot of makeup and dark comfy clothes but like, very on purpose, told me I look cool when I walked past on the way to security

And like, she Gets It! We have different fashion goals but I think we put a similar degree of intention into the way we look compared to just wearing regular clothes. Which is cool! It’s validating. Not that I really need validation, but it’s always nice to get compliments, of course. And the way I dress is really not terribly distinctive most of the time, other than being Outfits and a little dressier than maybe the norm is, like I think most people who see me one time in passing would see that I look Nice but not necessarily see it as a cultivated Look. But punk mullet girl gets it.

#struggled with not sounding *too* pretentious here #I don’t feel pretentious but I have a hard time talking about like. specific choices and things in any detail #like to my friends I just said what happened with a picture of my outfit and was like ‘and she gets it!’ and they were like ‘yeah!’ #but to strangers I have to go into much more detail to get the point across #even though really it’s not like I’m putting all of that into it every day I just get up and go ‘i want to look nice today’ #in accordance with my personal fashion preferences #and then having to explain those preferences like ‘my name is alagaisia midge maisel darkness way and I’m wearing vintage whatever’ #i do look so cute though #i got these shoes last summer and then lost the heel cap off of one of them the very first time i wore them #finally took them in to have them fixed last week so I could wear them to the wedding #needed a deadline so that I would actually get around to it #i hate flying it’s really a testament of how much I love my friend that I’m flying #instead of driving ten hours to Nebraska #but it made more sense and to make sure i won’t be late or run into car trouble or anything #and I’ll stay looking nice right away instead of getting gross and sweaty in the car or having to change for bachelorette activities #i only know the bride so I’m definitely going to make a very specific impression on all of these strangers lol #i joked with my dad about adopting a trans Atlantic accent for the whole weekend just for shits and giggles #turns out you cannot do it over the top. have you ever listened to JFK’s ‘we choose to go to the moon’ speech #it’s very silly sounding #we had a good time saying things one might say at a bachelorette party in a goofy voice #‘we cho~ose to ohdah thihs maiule strippah… ahnd the othah things.. nawt becahse it is easyh.. #but becawhse he is hahd’ #highly recommend #mine #personal