#this meme is ancient but it still makes me laugh

[weebsinstash]

so the screenshots are kinda janky but I was rewatching the whole scene with Ozzie and Fizz's morning routine and I remembered there were those shots of like, the imp staff who work for Asmodeus and

is she helping do the laundry in platform thigh high boots, an apron, and a thong 😅 is that her UNIF0RM? Does she pick that out herself??? Is Lust just SO HORNY that it's totally normal that Ozzie's housekeeper is half-naked? Is he banging the housekeeper? Are Fizz and Ozzie exclusive or is it an open relationship? their other imp staff member was literally fully dressed so is this an optionally slutty, pro slut dress code idk

Like I'm sorry I'm just sitting here thinking of Reader who, Sinner or otherwise, is down in the Greed Ring as another performer for Mammon and Fizz is eventually like, "look, working this job is my dream, but it isn't yours. you shouldn't be attaching yourself to Mammon if all you need is a paycheck. I've got a... close friend who always needs extra hands; let me introduce you!!" and you have no idea that he's literally organizing a meeting with The Actually Fucking Cardinal Sin Of Lust until you're standing right in front of Asmodeus himself and he's just so goddamn CHARMING like he'd have me SWEATING AND GIGGLING I'd be straight up embarrassing myself like "o-oh that's not what I expected your voice to sound like hahaha 🥴"

Ozzie assures you the ultra sexy type uniforms are totally optional, and you could be bringing him papers in an oversized t-shirt and crocs and he'd still think you're as cute as can be. But. LORD if you ever decide, "I wanna feel sexy and confident and everyone else is having fun" and wear something sexy. It has him WEAK. Him? Them? Prolly both of them tbh. Like. Ugh I KNOW these two can go from having the freakiest loudest horniest sex imaginable to like giggling and tickling each other in bed and I can just SEE them being SO SOFT for a Reader darling. All your jokes make them laugh or affectionately roll their eyes. They DEVOUR your cooking (I think personal chef/PA Reader would be cute, the boys wake up and you have breakfast ready for them and everything), they're always sending you memes and things that made them think of you, they have a special group chat (of just them) SPECIFICALLY for sharing photos of you or things about you or just, talking about you period. Gosh. Would there be cameras suddenly installed where there wasn't previously just so they can see all the cute things you get up to when they're not around. All the little improv dances and songs... all the times you bend over...

Like the hilarity of Valentino getting absolutely fucking CUCKED when "his" Reader suddenly disappears, and it's because you can travel through the Rings and you work for Ozzie now and Valentino had no idea until he saw a trending photo of you and Ozzie where you guys did a HOT HOT photo shoot together to advertise something, where you're either almost completely naked OR actually ARE completely naked, and it's because Ozzie made you feel safe and protected and unlike Valentino, Asmodeus knows what an intimacy coordinator is-

You can actually go to clubs in those booty shorts with your ass hanging out and wearing whatever else makes you feel sexy and confident now because the second some creep is coming up to you and not taking 'no' for an answer, the creep suddenly has a massive looming shadow over them as an ancient demon turns to you and respectfully asks. "Is this guy bothering you queen?" and then steps on him. In a BAD way :)

GOD ALSO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIA INTERACTION UNTIL I SAW THIS GIF AND. Asmodeus' VA previously described his type as "everyone" and he has a BBW on that fountain like 😩❤️ now I'm thinking of chubby reader who's gotten bullied and bodyshamed by Valentino (who is negging you and is actually down SO BAD) and then you run off to Ozzie who's like. "Baby you are GORGEOUS and if anyone ever says or does anything like that to you again, just let me know and I'll break their legs ok ^w^"

((Also. Non yandere related thing im seeing. He's one of the Cardinal Sins and imps are considered the lowest Hellborns and Ozzie not only has an imp lover but TONS of imp staff, like he is a pro body positivity anti racism fucking 👏 K I N G 👏 BANISHED FROM HEAVEN'S DISCORD SERVER FOR BEING TOO HORNY ON MAIN. i bet he would DESPISE that Heaven is discriminating and choosing who's hot, just, ugh i want him carnally (edit: i noticed they're actually all succubi/incubi and not imps but the point still stands lol))

#yandere x reader #yandere helluva boss #yandere hellaverse #hh #hb #sinprompts #ughhhhhh why is he so FINE

[t0ast-ghost]

I will not shut up about Star Trek TOS yet and you’ve decided to listen in on that. So welcome to my thoughts on the 11th episode (The Corbomite Maneuver):

- starting off strong with these camera angles and movements

- *sees a spinning colourful cube in space* just go a bit to the left (he is not up for shenanigans today)

- can’t wait for Checkov to be introduced, I hear he gets a gun or smt

- WHAT IS THAT PHYSICAL CHECK??? Why does he have to lie on his back?? And why does he have to have his shirt off?

- if I were Spock trying to call the captain and he picks up and all I’d see was his tits… all I’m saying is he keeps a really good straight face

- OMG we got a “what am I a moon shuttle conductor or a doctor?”

- Sulu laughing at Spock’s sense of humour

- the close up on Kirk’s ass as he leaves the room is so intentional

- Bones sitting on the railing…

- how many surfaces can I sit on competition but my opponent is Leonard Bones McCoy

- just to prove my point the next scene starts with him sitting on a table

- god I feel bad for Scotty having to sit between McCoy and Spock in some of those meetings

- Sulu was cool as a cucumber

- “do you ever tire of questioning me on things you’ve already made your mind up about?” “it gives me emotional security” they are each others emotional support guy (Spock & Kirk)

- Kirk saying“navigation, you’re timing was lousy. Same with engineering, Helmsman” then Bones immediately after “you’re timing was lousy”

- how can you sit in a chair like that even (bones)

- Alexa play tik tok by Kesha

- (okay now I’m just imagining Spock dancing like one of those spider-man memes but completely straight faced (also Spock now listens to Kesha canonically but like in my head))

- THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING THING??? THAT IS A PUPPET!

- Bones is so caring, he has so much fucking compassion I won’t shut up about him

- “you now have seven minutes left” but there’s 23 minutes left in the episode. Guess a lot of it’s just gonna be dead air… er space I mean (yeah I can come up with a better line than this later (edit: no I can’t I’m tired))

- SPOCK IS SO SAD. He truly thinks this is a hopeless situation.

- Bones is about to die in four minutes and he’s threatening Kirk because of the fact that he put Bailey’s health at risk… I love this man

- “Anytime you can bluff me, doctor” I can’t legally say what I thought was said but maybe the ancient archaeologists will know from context clues

- I don’t think Uhura has spoken to most of the bridge crew up to this point, she barely has had plot or even dialogue, I can’t wait till they give her an episode or just even make her more central

- Spock going to Kirk’s side after the bluff for emotional support

- Spock is so proud when talking about his mom :)))

- Your science and medical officers usually shouldn’t stand so close to your chair and clutch at it while leaning over you. It’s not normal behaviour.

- Okay I’d like to mention how calm Sulu has been and how much I love him, can we please get more of him in future episodes?

- wait so Bones is just gonna let Bailey go back to work? Like I get they apologized to each other but that doesn’t change that it’s still a bad idea to have him there

- Spock, Kirk, and McCoy immediately after the death threat is gone: guess it’s time to start flirting again

[Video description: Spock stands on the bridge, he says, “A very interesting game, this poker.” Kirk sitting in his captains chair replies, “It does have advantages over chess.” McCoy smiling at Spock adds, “Love to teach it to you.” Spock smiles back at him. End description]

- he’s got a twinkle in his eye

- The shake on the bridge as the tractor beam tows them is so funny if you watch Spock and McCoy (it continues to be funny for the next couple minutes)

- "Captain request to-" "Denied. If it's a trap.. If I'm wrong, I want you here" awwe he wants him safe (idc that this is not what the writers are trying to say, HE WANTS SPOCK SAFE)

- they all have to bend over on the transporter pad but when they get transported Bones isn't even bent he's just standing at his normal height slightly hunched

- HOLY CRAP I HATE THAT THING... I'm so glad it's a puppet

- nope okay I don't know what's happening, I can't. I'm. What.

- that is apple cider, they are sitting around this guy trying to drink apple cider

- McCoy doesn't know what the fuck to do right now and neither do I

Now imagine, if you will, Spock dancing

Thank you, and have a good day.

Master post of past/future episodes

#a very shitty video description #Star Trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #star trek kirk #tos kirk #captain james kirk #star trek spock #tos spock #spock #star trek mccoy #star trek bones #tos mccoy #tos bones #leonard bones mccoy #it’s so difficult to tag that mf #star trek sulu #tos sulu #hikaru sulu #star trek uhura #tos uhura #nyota uhura #star trek scotty #tos scotty #montgomery scott #t0ast television talks

[historical-kitten]

Ancient Romans as Novelty T-Shirts from a Magazine

Caesar: Let's assume I'm right, it'll save time.

Octavian: I may be wrong, but it's highly unlikely.

(Like father like son, adopted or not.)

Agrippa: I'm not bossy. I'm aggressively helpful.

Antony: Admit it...life would be so boring without me.

(Bonus was "Anthony's Beer Removal Service. Pints. Pitchers. Kegs . No job too big or too small" which admittedly is spelled wrong but was close enough to make me laugh)

Lepidus: I'm just here for the leftovers.

Dolabella: How to Handle Stress Like a Dog. If you can't eat it or play with it, then pee on it and walk away.

Cicero: Don't worry I CAN FIX IT.

(Meaning the Republic...)

Cato: Yes, I know they pick on you at school and call you names, but you still have to go, you're the teacher!

Catiline: Just be happy I'm not a twin.

If you saw someone do this, let me know and I'll credit them. I legitimately got a magazine with those shirts in it today and picked from there, but I think I've seen this style meme before. I have seen too many Roman memes at this point 😂 I would guess @just-late-roman-republic-things or @theromaboo if there has been one! If not, they inspired me to let out my classical humanities nerdism anyway! (As well as @greekmythcomix and her chickens.

#ancient roman memes #ancient roman politicians #ancient rome #gaius julius caesar #gaius julius caesar octavianus #marcus agrippa #marcus antonius #mark antony #octavian #lepidus #publius cornelius dolabella #cicero #cato #catiline

[faejilly]

Alright so ask box meme time! Garrus or Grunt?

[make me choose] oh look, you got me to write more Weaver! I've been wanting to do that, thank you. 💙💙💙 (In this case, you got first impressions of a cop from an Earthborn Shepard... 😅)

Vakarian makes Shepard feel old.

He’s probably about her age, though she’s not as good at reading turians as humans, for obvious reasons. (It’d taken her for fucking ever to figure out how to deal with humans, honestly. Which… is not a thought to help her feel less ancient.)

It also doesn’t help that he is systematically doing the absolute worst thing to make a good impression with her every time they’re in the same room.

She thinks she’s managing to hide that opinion.

Except maybe from Executor Pallin. Something in his eyes looks exactly as exhausted as she feels. (It's disconcerting to realize she identifies more with the politician-policeman than the reckless idealist, considering she's usually regarded as more of a reckless idealist herself.)

For all Pallin is the head of C-Sec, he's remarkably straightforward and pragmatic. Enough so that he doesn't ping against her instincts as cop, but Vakarian does.

And she’s (embarrassingly) still enough of a street kid to hate that.

A hypocritical street-kid, considering she’s basically Space-SWAT whenever Alliance Command sends her on a pirate-sweep.

Apparently the space part makes a difference to her lizard brain.

Vakarian’s also in space though?

No, her lizard brain doesn’t buy that.

Her lizard brain’s a fucking moron.

Do turians have lizard brains? She’s afraid that Vakarian doesn’t even have lizard sense. (She can suddenly hear Litty laughing in her head, ‘but common sense isn’t, you should know that by now,’ echoing out of a past Vakarian keeps reminding her of, a past that she thought she'd put to rest, a past she knows she'll never completely let go.)

Not helpful.

Every time he opens his mouth, she has to consciously resist the urge to sigh and knuckle her forehead or pinch the bridge of her nose. The physical pressure will not actually relieve the mental pressure, no matter how much it feels like it should.

But seriously, who introduces themself only to immediately complain about failing at their confidential assignment while very much in public?

Who follows that nonsense up by going right for an entirely unnecessary headshot in a hostage situation?

That had almost made her want to headshot him.

But she hadn’t. Because she has impulse control.

Doesn’t she?

Certainly more than Vakarian.

That’s not saying much.

She doesn’t have a problem dealing with the arrogance of people who are actually as good at their job as they think they are, but he seems to have no idea that he’s entirely failed to convince her that he might be one of them.

Despite all that, recruiting him is the right decision.

It is, she knows it is.

They need to make it clear this isn’t just a human vendetta. He’s Turian and Citadel and Police and makes this whole impossible situation reputable.

Closer to reputable?

But probably only to people who haven’t met him. He’s loud and brash and pulled out a sniper rifle in a med-clinic on the Wards.

He made the shot.

He took the shot because he saw it and he felt it and he wanted to protect Dr. Michel a hell of a lot more than he cared about himself.

He rushes into things because he cares.

Damn it.

That’s familiar.

He still makes her feel old.

#jilly answers #spacemomnephmoreau #mass effect #weaver shepard #garrus vakarian #jilly writes #me1 #me ot #make me choose

[rarepears]

I can totally see Shenyuan copying some of the other famous paintings as well, like the mona lisa, girl with a pearl earring, maybe a few of Shen Jiu as Hera with her peacocks etc.

Regal paintings of him walking in the garden with light shining upon his features, paintings of him resting after a good meal, him smiling, him greeting guests with grace, him holding a cup, petting their cat-(originally, Shenyuan wanted a dog, but Shen Jiu did NOT. One (1!) Puppy in human form was enough.) Whose name is King Yama since he's a literal hellraising conqueror who WILL chase away any whom dare touch what is HIS. (And what Shen Jiu commands, he's a DIVA, not a PICKY-EATER! Gosh, time to go bite another would be seducer.) And of him playing music, him writing, him painting and so many more things.

(Shenyuan is creating enough artwork to make a huge-ass MUSEUM. With MINIMUM FIVE STORIES HIGH! HE'S THE MAKER OF WETDREAMS FOR ARCHEOLOGISTS, HISTORIANS AND PAINTING ENTHUSIASTS ALONG WITH A FEW OTHER CATEGORIES.)

As a Modern Man who's analytical and kind of an incel aka he's Not Great about understanding other people's viewpoints and assumes his own POV is representative of everyone else's, Shenyuan doesn't Get That Chinese Calligraphy Painting style.

Aka he thinks that renaissance oil and hyperrealism are the best style and those are the painting/drawing styles that he's trying to emulate here in Ancient China. He might also be stubbornly sticking to it since his understanding of ink painting is shit and he's still struggling to get it.

(Good thing he's a prince - he's kickstarting a whole new art trend by all the bootlicking nobles who want to curry favor and thus push their kids to also "appreciate" the new style of art.)

Meanwhile there's just Shen Jiu who's like, "yeah I know you think I'm pretty. That's why you picked me to be your concubine - what's new?" Beauty, to Shen Jiu, is not a blessing; it's dangerous if you aren't rich or powerful and Shen Jiu is neither. Beauty fades and the ways to profit off of beauty is dangerous - prostitution and concubinage often led to abuse for the beautiful person is usually never the one who comes out on top.

So that's why Shen Jiu is most struck by the paintings that Shenyuan does that shows Shen Jiu doing ordinary things - a painting of Shen Jiu with his brows scrunched up while he's reading, a painting of Shen Jiu holding a cup of tea in mid laugh (cough the Leo DiCaprio memes), and more. It's not focused on Shen Jiu's beauty but rather him as a person and the emotions of the event. Shen Jiu is embarrassed by the not particularly beautiful depiction of himself in some of them - what would people think seeing how foolish he looks playing with his cat like that! - but he also can see his husband's appreciation of him as a person and not him as a beautiful doll.

[More in the #Shen Jiu time travels and decides to hide from cang qiong by becoming a concubine AU]

#svsss #svsss au #svsss ideas #the scum villain's self saving system #shen jiu #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #time travel #Shen Jiu time travels and decides to hide from cang qiong by becoming a concubine AU

[tanoraqui]

trick or treat !!

A conversation going down the Anduin! Btw if you check the ‘ask meme’ tag on my blog you can see all these excerpts I’m giving out as treats.

Celebrimbor: …okay seriously, that’s the 4th time you’ve unpromptedly mentioned your brother in 15 minutes. What’s the deal with him and your father?

Boromir: …I don’t know if you can understand, I don’t suppose it happens with elves, but…our mother was very weak, after bearing Faramir, and she passed away shortly thereafter

Celebrimbor: [bursts out laughing]

Boromir: EXCUSE me?

Celebrimor: I’m so sorry. I mean, I understand. I very much understand. Not for myself, but I have…familial experience. So, your father remarried and– no, Men do that often, and you speak as though your father…disapproves of your brother?

Boromir: Yes. :( In truth, I think Father… He still grieves our mother, you see. He loved her dearly. And Faramir…she was so weak afterward…

Celebrimbor: I understand.

Celebrimbor: …do you want to hear some advice I once received from a very wise woman, on a similar subject?

Boromir: Sure.

Celebrimbor: Sometimes, things that are fathers…are wrong. Especially about their children. Even, or especially, when they care about their children.

Boromir: Didn’t you dramatically declare yourself ostracized from your father because he kept unlawfully making war on innocents? No offense, but I think our situations are not the same.

Celebrimbor: That is much what I said, for at the time I received this advice, he’d only done that once and it was half a mistake, and I’d participated as well. Okay and there was some recent political cruelty - but in the immediate wake of my mother’s death! Whereas the father of the maiden advising me had attempted to lock her up while sending her would-be husband to his certain death. But had I listened to her, had I unlocked her door just one day earlier than she managed it herself, my favorite king I ever served might still be alive even today.

Boromir: …Faramir would’ve understood exactly what weird-ass ancient mythology I’m 80% sure you just referenced.

Celebrimbor: Five times, now. That’s kind of my point, yes.

#lets go steal a hitter #ask meme #my fic #lotr #celebrimbor #boromir #BOROMIR LIVES IN THIS AU BTW

[twistedroseytoesy]

Could I request Vil and Scarabia with a necromancer reader?

Of course! This is a fun idea! Love me a good dnd necromancer! Going to have them be a normal human with some cool powers.

Description

an unfortunate accident happened when you had been casting an ancient spell that you had found in a lich's tome. A mispronounced word or a missing ingredient maybe, but now you found yourself being pulled out of a floating coffin by a strange cat monster. You easily used held person on the creature and learned where you were transported to. uou enjoy the different magic system in this world and how they too have limits. This blot is a fascinating topic for you. You learn of idias connection to it and are fascinated by the non human/cursed folks of the school. Your magic is very different but luckily you still had your spell book so you could participate in just about everything anyone else could. Despite your magic the mirror could not place you saying your magic was similar to a void a deep darkness that requires its own house. Many are wary of you and your dark aura and the rumors of you raising the dead to do your errands.

scarabia

Kalim: this ray of sunshine balances out your dark aura. You two are opposites get work together surprisingly well. He teaches you lighter forms of magic and tries to help you stay away from darker more deadly magics if he can. His whole mentality is that you’re really cool and that “I can fix them” meme. He truely believes your cool zombie powers could be used for good if people whose bodies you are using said it was fine. Poor sweet soul just doesn’t understand. If you ever introduce him to any zombies/skeletons of yours he will be a bit scared but try to find a silver lining. During the whole scarabia book you could tell something wasn’t right with him and when you were locked away you summoned a zombie to your aid. When Jamil overblot end you were able to add to your little army with some extra skeletons you found under the sand.

Jamil: please stay away. As interesting as your magic is to him he does not trust you in the slightest. Does wish to know how to summon his own minions at some point but rather not using those who have already passed. That’s a bit too gruesome for his liking. Tries to keep kalim away from you. Also keeps you at least 6 ft away from himself when possible. During the whole scarabia incident he tried to mind control you and your minions. It only worked for a few seconds. Found that really annoying. When you created your own little army of skeletons to fight him he laughed at it. But the skeletons were able to hold him back quite a bit for the others to hit him enough. Was a bit awkward afterward. But eventually during the SDC you two connect over more scary or feared types of magic usage. He tries to share some of his hypnosis abilities with you and you share some spells from your book with him. Now closeish friends and the banter between you two is crazy. If anyone dares to mess with kalim, let just say that mc is found with a relatively new zombie minion.

with special guest

vil: as a master of poisons he understands how some magics are frowned upon due to their power being too much and far to scary for the public. He doesn’t like how ugly your minions are and gives some tips here and there. If your minions are skeletons he would recommend you paint them to make them work somewhat with your aesthetic. Gets you lots of dark clothing and such. Also bossed around your minions when in your house for the SDC. Rather impressed that once you found out about his poisoning ability you always had your minions try your food to ensure nothing bad happened to you. During Vil’s overblot he melted your minions and saw you truly pissed for the first time. Saw that you weren’t powerless without your minions. Once he’s been defeated he and you connected over some darker magical subjects and you both are incredibly strong despite how weak you are compared to your magic abilities he hopes give you some tips. He also demands you always clean yourself after you make new minions. Also clean them and he provides some clothes for the more zombie like ones. he is fairly proud of what you can do.

#scarabia #scarabia x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #vil #jamil x reader #kalim x reader #jamil #kalim #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland mc #sorry that this isn’t the best #somewhat struggled to write it #just magic with zombie minions #most are a little freaked out but otherwise fine with it #Literal hot dog versions of characters have fallen out of the sky before it’s not that unbelievable to see zombies #just frowned apom #anyway #roses ramblings #hope you like it! #not my best but it works! #hopefully it’s comprehensive enough

[triskhellion]

Awoo for You

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Rated T | ~1k | Teen Wolf | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Eurodance

@hargrove-taylorsversion and @dear-massacre are to blame for this. Inspired by this post and various groups from the 90s and early aughts.

Derek was walking down Galvanic Ave when an all too familiar beat tugged at the edge of his awareness. His fingers tapped against the side of his thigh before he realized what he was doing, the sound of synthesizers growing steadily louder. Clearer.

Wait, is that...?

A white car turned the corner several blocks away and was now coming towards him. He groaned. 

Derek tried to tune it out, but the closer it got the more impossible it became to ignore his cousin’s voice coming out of its crackling speakers.

My heart is rabbit for your fang My feelings sparkle boomerang I chase you in my head at night Your voice a music dynamite

He cringed waiting for what came next, his own gravely voice snarling through the open windows. 

Boom! Want run with me? Woods! So wild and free

Howl! I jump for you Awoo! Big fool at zoo

Kiss! No need to flee Gingivitis? Not with me!

Growl! Free me my dove Cuz grr Ulv equals luv!

Luv luv luv luv Dance dance dance dance Run run run run RAAAWWRRR!

Ten years later and that damn song still followed him everywhere. Online. In stores. His teasing packmates. It haunted his very dreams. Nowhere was safe it seemed.

The chorus trailed after the ancient Yugo as it finally passed by, Malia’s howling interspersed with more of what was once described as his “horny wolf pseudo-rapping.”

Awoooo! I do for you Awoooo! Special and true

Awoooo! Want to make sex? Awoooo! I bite you next

(Necks necks necks necks) Everybody full shift!

———

It was 1997 and the Hales were in Burgdorf, Idaho for that year’s gathering of the packs west of the Rocky Mountains. While the adults were hammering out alliances, mediating conflicts, and commenting on the weather or swapping venison recipes or whatever, he and half a dozen other teen wolves (and one 10 year old little sister) were goofing around with some audio equipment they found in one of the unoccupied cabins. 

First came make-shift karaoke and then they started coming up with their own songs. Derek had beta-shifted and was growling nonsense into the microphone over some instrumental Eurodance single out of a huge cd case. Cora was literally rolling on the floor and laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face as the rest of the group busted exaggerated dance moves. Then all of a sudden the others grew quiet and stilled, standing up straight.

When he looked behind him his uncle Peter was leaning in the doorway with a calculating expression on his face.

A few months later Derek’s hair was styled into thick blue spikes and he had a Danish persona: Anders GRR. Malia, or Meta Clawz, had the misfortune of being able to sing and got roped into it too, sporting natural brown pigtails in back, but bright red and platinum blonde bangs in front. Together they were Beast of Beats. 

They never actually toured and only released the one self-titled album with 9 tracks — Best Beta, Another Moon, Blue Eyed Joe, Be My Mate, ‘Mega Girl, Better Off a Lone, Super-Louper-Man, Rhythm Is an Alpha, and the inescapable Awoo for You — but the music video of the latter was a hit on MTV. Then came the flash animation that some fan made a few years after, which became one of the first viral clips. There were T-shirts and covers by award-winning musicians. Memes and references in popular tv shows over the years and…It. Just. Never. Went. Away. 

Thankfully, both he and Malia had their faces obscured by masks, swirls of paint, or “special effects” in the video so they weren’t recognizable by the general public. There was that much at least.

———

Derek trudged into the apartment and grabbed some water from the fridge, snorting at a note asking him to circle which movie he wanted to see that weekend: Hot Rod, Sunshine or The Bourne Ultimatum. He circled #2, but had a feeling he’d end up watching number #1 anyway.

He sank down onto the ugly orange couch with a sigh. Footsteps soon approached from the bedroom.

“Hey babe, how was—hey, what’s wrong?”

Derek shook his head, not sure how to start or if he even wanted to. He'd never mentioned the whole Beast of Beats thing to his boyfriend and as much as he wanted to vent he also liked having one person in his life that didn’t know, for however long that could last. It was only a matter of time before Stiles was fully introduced to his pack and then someone would let it slip.

The human walked over and flopped down sideways beside him, stretching his legs over Derek’s thighs and taking his right hand, caressing the back with his thumb. Warm, dark caramel eyes watched him closely.

“Hmm…you’re wearing your grumpy Anders face.”

Derek froze and then turned slowly to stare at him. 

“You know?”

Stiles raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Dude, I’d recognize that growl anywhere.”

He blushed and looked away, mortified.

“Derek, it’s okay. You know how much I like it. I like the song too, but I noticed that it bothered you about the same time I figured out who you were so I left it alone. I want you to be able to talk to me about stuff, though.”

He smiled at and squeezed Stiles’ hand. “Thanks.”

“But now that the wolf’s out of the bag…”

Derek narrowed his eyes as the grinning young man leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Want to make sex?” 

He groaned and knocked his head against the back of the couch. Kisses peppered his face between peals of laughter.

“Sorry, I'm sorry babe. I’ve been holding that in for so long, you have no idea.”

Shaking his head, he pulled Stiles into his lap and kissed him back, nipping at his bottom lip. Grasping under a thigh and putting an arm around his back he then stood up, the human flailing briefly before wrapping legs around his waist and holding onto his shoulders. 

Nuzzling into that lovely dotted throat, Derek inhaled the increasing earthy-sweetness of arousal. 

“I bite you next,” he muttered against soft, flushed skin. 

“Necks necks necks necks!” chanted Stiles.

“Everybody full shift!” he growled, setting his beautiful, happy and amused boyfriend down on the bed and climbing on top of him.

Well, maybe the song wasn’t completely terrible after all. 

#flash fiction friday #sterek #sterek fanfic #crack fic #fff213

[monstersinthecosmos]

Give me your favorite soft Daniel headcanon

i had to google what is soft headcanon, idk what is that I dont have those. 🤔 I'll try?

doing hard drugs and crying into a soft towel wait no

Sometimes he still has like creative frenzies where he wants to stay inside and make stuff to tune the world out and process some emotions but he's taken more of a Marie Kondo approach and tries to make stuff that he can donate afterwards. Like building doll houses or something that kids can use after, or something that can be then disassembled when he's done, like Lego sets. It gives him that space to tune out for a few days but he's mindful enough to pick crafts that don't need to take up permanent space in his home. But it's a real act of growth and self care to prepare for these moments and expect them and allow himself to go through it without letting it fuck up his life.

I like to think he got back into interviewing and secretly has a podcast. I listen to This is Actually Happening and I think this is like THE podcast that Daniel would have!!!!!!!! It's all first hand accounts of traumatic and/or bizarre shit but the interviewer edits himself out so it just plays as a single uninterrupted narration. That's Daniel! This is the format he would use to keep interviewing people!!!!

Huge Trekkie. K/S SHIPPER. Reads fanfic and actually leaves comments bc he is a nice dude who wants fic writers to feel encouraged and appreciated =P

And a couple ship related ones too just for good measure:

Although everyone jokes about creating nightmare concoctions in the kitchen, that's sort of a caricature and he's not so useless. When (human) Daniel doesn't feel well, or in moments of aftercare, Armand knows exactly how to make Daniel's favorite things perfectly! (This sounds like it's more about Armand but Daniel gets to be the one to admire all of this and feel cared for.)

He and Armand play mind gifting games (Daniel is practicing and Armand is teaching him tricks) where they sit out on the balcony and try to influence pedestrians to do random shit and it makes them laugh and they play footsie while this is going on. (I feel like they parallel play Animal Crossing or some shit too so this is a good time for them to each chill out playing AC in between pedestrians and they can like show each other their islands and visit each other and everything.)

Sometimes, even when he's feeling better and is mostly recovered, Daniel exaggerates his ~condition~ to Marius for cuddles. Sometimes it's bc he wants a lazy cuddle day and sometimes bc he can tell Marius isn't having a good day and he does it so that Marius feels like he can be purposeful and take care of somebody.

He's the MEME GUY of the coven and sends a lot of stupid ancient history memes to Marius like "it you". He's also that guy who airdrops memes to strangers in a crowd.

(Also, I don't think Daniel going back to New York makes Marius & Armand's relationship worse. I think Daniel is the fresh set of eyes they need as a mediator who will help them communicate with each other and work out their shit.)

#armand/daniel #marius/daniel #daniel molloy #this was genuinely really difficult for me #nothing nice happened to him ever LMAO

[fheythfully]

orchid and white rose for the flower meme? pretty please?

orchid; a flower for love .. for a time where love has filled my muse with hope and life

The first time Satella fell in love, she was just a young girl who couldn't help but be drawn to the carefree and vivacious girl living on the small farm next to her aunt and uncle's orchard. Her name was Helena, and she clutched her mother's hand tightly when the small family came to introduce themselves, and her smile was full of sunshine. The two became fast friends and would spend their days together under the hot sun, running through wheat fields and constructing tree houses; they'd dance to old orchestrion rolls in Helena's bedroom that her father had brought back from his sea travels and braid each other's hair and whisper their dreams and hopes for the future. As they grew older so did their feelings for each other, shifting into a tender and budding romance. Helena was Satella's first everything: first friend, first confidant, first kiss, first love.

She was not her first death - that tragic honour goes to the father Satella does not remember - but she was the first death which left her with a hole that would never fill, and an ache that would never fully heal. Enough time has passed since Helena's violent death in the Calamity that Satella does not remember the shape of her smile or the vibrancy of her laughter, anymore, but she still remembers the shining length of her hair in the summer sun as they ran among the wheat fields, streaming behind her like a war banner.

white rose ; a flower of silence .. for a time that silence has bound my muse, and why that is or was.

Satella has never told anyone the secrets Emet-Selch had impacted on her during their time in Amaurot, nor the full details of her time in Elpis. Was it shame that kept her quiet at first? That the whole that she is a part of had, so very long ago, lived and loved and laughed alongside the villains who have caused unspeakable evils to their star?

The truth Emet-Selch revealed to them sat heavy within her, manifesting as nightmares: a faceless woman holding his hand in unknown streets. A brightly lit council chamber with towering chairs set out in a circle, Lahabrea sat upon one in Thancred's torn and muddied clothes. A world on fire and a woman running, running, running.

Elpis only served to make her identity crisis worse. Who was she compared to the wonderful, witty, benevolent Azem? How could a fragment ever hope to be anything but a worthless and broken piece of a greater whole? There was time to be maudlin in the otherwordly Elpis, but no such grace existed in her own reality. She came back a shade of herself, buckling on the armour of the Warrior of Light with the ease of long practice. How was she meant to save her world if she couldn't even save herself from her own dark thoughts?

Thankfully, certain events between the trip to Elpis and fully recovering from the battle with the Endsinger helped right her mind and put the past - her own, and that of the ancients as a whole - behind her. She truly is living her best life now, finally confident in who she is and what she has done and has the potential to do.

Perhaps one day she will tell someone the story of the woman she had once been, in a world of paradise lost to time and space. But for now, she keeps the secret close to her heart, warming herself by its steady glow.

These ones got away from me a bit. I love both Helena and Satella's relationship with her ancient's past. Thank you for the ask!

flower ask meme

#i have... SO many feelings #and because I keep Not Writing anything I word vomit all this here #I did not anticipate it being this long #about: the muse #spiral-seeker

[introvertbard]

Ancient Greek and Roman “garishness”

So the meme about ”Greek statues used to have eye-bleeding colors” is funny and I still like it as a springboard for “Victorians were the worst archaeologists ever,” but folks have noted that the museums only know the BASE COLOR of paint, so the reason “former colors of Greek statues” concept photos look like a five-year old painted everything in primary colors may be because they didn’t get a proper artist/tailor to actually “PAINT” the statues.

Like, tailors and weavers were adults and probably knew SOME sense of color theory, so I’m gonna start collecting some museum photos and coloring those in with their “former color concepts” or descriptions from mythology to see how things turn out.

I'm not going to mute any colors! I'm just gonna try and make them look like actual CLOTHES and not coloring-books.

For reference, here's the "Augustus of Prima Porta" statue with its "color concept."

Oh gods, that’s fucked. None of these colors go together. You know this instinctively, and you’ve probably winced or laughed at it because it’s such a mess, but here’s my lazy-artist ass to explain WHY these colors don’t work:

It looks terrible because the colors are actually NOT VIBRANT ENOUGH. The red cloak and peach tunic have some weird pink tones on my screen and end up looking terrible with that gray-toned blue. The red cloak also looks like it can't decide whether it should have pink or BROWN tones on my screen.

Everything basically looks like it got washed too much, which is what you get with two-thousand year old paint that managed to survive the Victorians trying to scrub it all off. 

The original “former colors restored” photo also has some weird parti-color striping on the sleeves and tunic, too. I don’t what they ARE, clothing-wise. Ancient Romans did not do slashed sleeves/tunics, so maybe they’re “accents sewn on from the leftover blue fabric?” But why would you do that for pleats???

ANCIENT ROME REENACTORS, PLEASE FIND MY POST AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT THE STRIPES ARE.

Meanwhile, here’s my in-progress shot of trying to make this outfit’s colors work!

The blue is more saturated inky blue, plus I added some purple so it at least won’t CLASH with the warm colors. The red is burgundy/maroon because historians have noted that “Tyrian Purple” is indeed a deep maroon, NOT the grape-colored purple that modern people know of, and I turned the peach into a more decisive darker orange.

I’m still not set on this combination--the colors aren’t really meshing well TOGETHER, but it’s a vast improvement because everything knows what it is--the blue is still blue even if it has purple hints, the orange is orange, and the red is fucking dark burgundy red.

Updates to come later!

#ancient greece #ancient rome #color theory #antiquity

[roboticonography]

First line fic meme

I was tagged by @laviejaguardia, thanks Lina! ❤️

Special shoutout to dynamic duo @doctorhelena and @buckywiththegoodhair86, who tagged me in a similar version of the same meme, but without the line about "conclusions".

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

(P.S. I interpreted "first line" as "first paragraph." Also, I cheated a little on #10, because I enjoy that punchline.)

1. A New Name For Everything (Steve/Peggy)

It’s strange, Peggy thinks, to be back in Howard’s penthouse again.

2. When the Day Appears (Steve/Peggy)

The first day is an emotional whirlwind: they laugh, they cry, they argue, and they dance. 

3. To Be Where You Are (Steve/Peggy)

“I don’t suppose anyone knows what happened to my razor,” said Steve, one chilly autumn afternoon.

4. The Nearness of You (Steve/Peggy)

The night before she’s due to leave town, Steve takes Peggy to a free movie night, at a park in his neighbourhood. He knows a lot of people would give him low marks for being cheap and unoriginal, but the only person he wants to impress doesn’t seem to mind.

5. Except Perhaps in Spring (Steve/Peggy)

As she would maintain for many years afterwards, Peggy hadn’t wanted to go to the pub in the first place.

6. Love Me Harder (Steve/Peggy)

It wasn’t until after the attack on Manhattan that Steve finally worked up the courage to call the number that Nick Fury had given him for Peggy Carter.

7. The Honeymoon Phase (Steve/Peggy)

Steve’s apartment in Brooklyn was easily as old as Steve himself, and he suspected some of the plumbing was original to the period. The aging wood floor sagged in some places, heaved in others, and felt slightly gritty, no matter how many times he swept and vacuumed. His bedroom was narrow and stuffy, with no closet; its single window had been painted shut, which was almost certainly a fire code violation. The walls were as thin and brittle as saltines, and a hot shower was a rare and elusive pursuit. Something—the appliances, the wiring, the ancient and temperamental radiator—was always breaking down.

8. All That Remains (Steve/Peggy)

A few weeks after Steve’s plane goes down, Peggy visits a tattoo parlour in London.

9. The Case of the Parisian Passenger (Steve/Peggy)

Mr. Jarvis stood on the wet tarmac, enjoying the peaceful chirp of crickets. 

10. All Day, Every Day (Steve/Peggy)

Steve knew, objectively, that the time heist could have side effects. There was still a hell of a lot they didn’t know about the quantum realm; neither Bruce nor Scott had an entirely perfect understanding of the equipment; what Bruce had learned from the Ancient One about the flow of time had really only muddied the waters. Before Steve’s departure, Bruce and Scott had made at least half a dozen bets on how the mission would go. Running into a second version of Steve, already on Asgard, had just put Bruce ahead by twenty bucks.

Conclusions

I'm a big fan of a relatively mundane first line, usually one that stands completely alone. I like to ease into a story like getting into a warm bath. (Except in the case of All Day, Every Day, where I wanted the reader to feel the same confusion and disorientation Steve feels, and will continue to feel for several more chapters.) I also generally like to establish who the POV character is within the first paragraph.

Also, I tend to only describe settings if it tells us something about character or plot. That opener for The Honeymoon Phase really makes a whole meal out of Steve's sad apartment, but that's because (a) it tells us a lot about how stubborn Steve is, and to what extent he's willing to put up with minor annoyances to get something he wants and (b) later in the story, when Peggy spends all that time in Steve's apartment, we know she must really, deeply care about him to put up with painted-shut windows and cold showers.

Also, I wish I was able to finish fics a little faster. Ah, well.

It seems like most of my moots have already been tagged in this one, but if you haven't and you want to be, consider yourself tagged!

#a wild meme appeared #first line tag game

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Prompt

Lucian x Peter Vincent

14: laughter

Xx

On with the fic!

--

Peter had learned early on in his relationship with Lucian that the ancient lycan was a bit of... well... a stubborn hardass at times with a limited sense of humor.

He could be sweet and very loving, same with being dangerous and frightening, but he was also an old man who had Seen Some Things. He also, though tech savvy when it came to hacking and such, wasn't one for memes and dumb internet jokes.

It was so hard to get Lucian to look at some stupid thing Peter found while scrolling through his social media that would get the older man to laugh. Most of the time, he either didn't see the humor or the joke flew right over his head and explaining it did nothing to even crack a smile. And when he did, it was clearly forced.

Peter found that annoying, he liked when Lucian laughed, in those rare moments when he actually allowed himself to do so. Seems that when you're a war-hardened founder of a whole species, you kind of keep that mindset nearly 24/7.

Movies and shows often did nothing, probably because Lucian didn't understand human media that came out after the 1950s. Peter didn't even attempt books to see if that could even get a chuckle for his boyfriend.

He pouted as he thought this over, looking at the latest meme on his feed on twitter, tempted to show it to the man who was currently doing repairs on his arm blade, but Peter knew it would be useless. So, he closed out of the app and tossed his phone aside, watching his boyfriend work on making sure everything was functional on that badass weapon.

"Hey, when you're done with that, can I try it on?" He asked and Lucian paused, glancing over, eyebrow raised.

"Have I not let you wear it?"

"Nah, you always just slap it on when we go out huntin', even though you have promised to let me try it." Actually, Peter couldn't remember if he had made those promises, but who cares.

Lucian set down his screwdriver and lifted up the contraption, motioning for Peter to hold out his arm. It was attached to his arm, though it was obviously not designed for someone with thin limbs like himself, and it was stupidly heavy, but damn if it didn't look cool!

Peter huffed, holding up his arm, looking at it with a grin as he turned it this way and that. "Fuckin' ai, babe, this really is like somethin' from an action movie. How do you get it to- FUCK!"

The actor yelped when he flexed his arm and the blade sprang forward, nearly getting him right between the eyes. In his alarm, he slipped right off the couch, falling between the seat and the coffee table.

"Never mind," Peter grunted, glaring at the weapon, "I figured it out."

Lucian looked at him, eyes wide, before he let out a strange huff. Then he smiled, and his shoulder shook a bit, and he actually started to laugh. Peter blinked, surprised by the reaction, he was sure that Lucian would be trying to help him. But still, he laughed as well, cause, well, it probably was pretty funny to watch.

Ah, the bruised ass, elbow, and ego were worth it just to hear that lovely sound.

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[sphericaldice]

Slow and Steady

Loosely Inspired by an ancient Pkm Kink Meme prompt:'Dawn/Barry, premature ejaculation and Barry being embarrassed/guilty because this time he wanted to finish last.'

Written during my JunHika fixation in January. This fic is a lemon. 

Or read it on Ao3

“Oh did you..?” Hikari began, between hard breathes.

“Uh yea.” Jun answered the half asked question. The straw-blond teen then rolled over and swung his legs over the side of Hikari’s small bed. “I’m Sorry.” He added, in barely a whisper, and shrunk away from her, hanging his head. "I thought I could do this right but I was wrong. It’s okay if you uh. Don’t want to do anything with me ever again.”

Hikari sat up and met him, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend from behind, her bare breasts were pressed against his back.

“Jun,” She sighed the name lovingly , “I’d never want that, being with you is wonderful. Even if you are a bit…”

“Fast?” He finished the observation for her. It was less ignominious when he didn't have to hear her say it out loud. “I know. I feel really crummy about it. Thought third time would be the charm.” All his life Jun had always bragged about being “The Fastest Kid in Twinleaf Town”. The quickest eater, the speediest runner, the most efficient trainer, the nimblest bather . But things were different when it came to being with Hikari, making the girl he loved feel good. For once he wanted to finish last, and he just couldn't seem to pull it off. But maybe there was something he could do to at least make her finish at all.

“‘The Fastest in Twinleaf Town’” Hikari teased.

Jun couldn’t help but laugh along too, “That’s me" he sighed.

Hikari nuzzled his neck like a needy Glameow, tickling the boy’s skin with her messy, prussian blue hair that had come loose of it’s scrunchie. “You know, I still want you.” she hinted.

“Well if you’ll have me, there is something I’ve been wanting to try, something I saw in a video once.”

Hikari straightened up, intrigued. “A video?” She replied, raising an eyebrow, “Was it that crazy girl from Goldenrod? I don't know if I’m ready for any of that stuff-”

“Hikari.” Jun interrupted, looking the girl of his dreams straight in the eyes, “I want to eat your pussy.”

“Oh!” The girl exclaimed, almost falling off the bed. “A-Are you sure?”

“Oh definitely. Would you let me? I hear it feels dynomite.”

Hikari played with a lock of hair anxiously, before answering, “I’m open to it…Yes.” “Jackpot!” Jun exclaimed, “I won't let you down.”

“Oh Jun…” Hikari pulled her boyfriend close in a hug and allowed him to lay her down gently on her back. Her legs were bent and her hands rested on either side of her head in semi-fists.

Jun positioned himself between her legs and leaned over his beloved. He started with a kiss on the mouth, thyen one on the neck. He crept down to her slight breasts, planting a kiss on each of them before making his way to her stomach and finally her smooth thighs. He picked the left one, planting kiss after kiss, descending until-

“Wait!” Without warning Hikari clamped her knees together, squeezing Jun’s neck with her legs.

“Whoa, man, you’re gonna choke me!”

“Sorry, sorry” she appologised, “It’s just…Doesn't it smell?”

“It’s nothing too bad, I kinda like it.” The boy admitted.

“Okay, okay. Continue.”

Jun prepared to lick her neglected lower right thigh when Hikari yelled again.

“Wait!”

“Yea?”

“Is it…too hairy?” She asked bashfully.

“No, it’s beautiful.”

“Eek!” Hikari shrieked like a startled Cleffa. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“Just being honest. You want me to stop?”

“Ah, no. I’m nervous and a little embarrassed but so far it feels nice…” She confessed sheepishly, her cheeks flushed. “Please keep going.”

“As you wish, princess.”

He kissed her slit gently, then again. Hikari exhaled softly and closed her eyes. ‘I think she likes it’, Jun thought, ‘Maybe I should go faster.’ He darted his tongue in to her opening.

“Ow!” Yelped Hikari.

“Ow?”

“You’re doing good but you need to slow down, it’s pretty sensitive down there.”

“Slow and steady, huh.” He briefly imagined his great, lumbering Torterra, then shook the image away. Not exactly what he wanted to be thinking about while he did this, but the right idea was there. Slowly, gingerly, he began to lap at her opening before gradually inserting his eager tongue.

Hikari squealed and groaned as Jun performed, consumed with pleasure. “Jun…Jun…” She sounded like an angel to him, when she moaned his name. He ate her greedily, exploring her every fold with his mouth, taking his time, savouring her taste and her sweet song.

“Jun…” Hikari spoke pleadingly now, “I think…I’m about to…Eek!”

Once his girlfriend had finished, he sprung up and kissed her mouth excitedly. “Good girl” he moaned into her mouth.

“Oh wow,” Hikari laughed, after they’d separated, a string of fluid still between their lips “I sure taste weird.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” Jun chuckled, “You were so wonderful.”

Hikari threw her arms around him “No you!”

“I may not have been last this time, but I’d say The Fastest Kid in Twinleaf Town did pretty good at pleasing his girl”

“Yea,” replied Hikari, “And we didn’t wake my mom this time!”

#pokemon fanfiction #twinleafshipping #junhika #rival barry #trainer dawn #trainer hikari #rival jun #lemon #brilliant diamond #shining pearl #Pokemon Diamond And Pearl

[lorenzobane]

3 and 9 for the ask game?

(The Ask Meme)

3.) What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

Once again, SO SO many, but I'm just going to pick one somewhat at random. Dr. April Will See You Now- the basic premise of this one is that the Federation decides to have key bases shoot a sexy calendar to help boost morale during the war. Guess who Dr. April is? A snippet!

“A rather… erotic work, for something about a fruit,” Garak says as they sit down. 

“Is it?” Bashir says, smiling and looking down coyly at his food. “What about it, from a Cardassian perspective, makes you say that?” 

Garak pretends to be astonished at the question. “My goodness, Doctor, surely you don’t expect me to opine on Cardassian sexuality over my cassoulet.” 

“Sexuality? Certainly not. Sensuality… Perhaps,” Bashir replies, those eyes glimmering at him. Garak wishes he had a set as lovely as those when he was still at an age when a Gul would tell him anything if he could blink pretty. 

“Ever,” Garak starts, fellatiating the spoon to luxuriate in the taste of the Yigrish cream pie between them. “The optimist.” 

The wry look Bashir gives him after that is entirely worth the obviousness. Either way, Bashir continues, “well, it is somewhat sensual from a human perspective, too. I’ve always found the way that artists talk about satiation, of both food and sexuality, to be quite similar which is fascinating. Some ancient cultures even used terms like “sins of the flesh” or “carnal desires” to refer to sexual desire. The desire to devour a partner, I suppose.”

9.) What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

Actually, in my upcoming chapter of The Family Next Door, Julian and Garak's kids (Ziyal, Tolan, and Mila Bashir) finally learn about their father's involvement in the Obsidian Order.

“Tora Ziyal was a half Bajoran half Cardassian hybrid; she grew up in a labor camp until she met her father, who initially tried to kill her. He let her live, so she was loyal to him. Bastard children are supposed to be killed.”

“Did he kill her in the end?” Mila whispers. 

“No,” Garak says, laughing bitterly and shaking his head. “No, he didn’t. But he should have. The father of a Cardassian bastard should always kill the child, lest it destroys the family.” 

Tolan tilts his head slightly. “Who was your father, Yadik?” 

Garak withholds a proud smile. They are so quick at reading between his lines. It appears he hasn’t failed entirely, after all. 

“Oh,” Garak replies airly, “no one was ever listed on my state’s record. Though Enabran Tain was kind enough to take me in. A child of unmarried parents has no social or political standing, after all. I was rather fortunate, as he so often reminded me. A good Cardassian father always kills his bastards. To be allowed to live at all, and to be allowed to serve Cardassia, was the gift he gave me. He allowed me to be its humble servant.”

He doesn’t add any intonation, careful to keep his cadence light and jovial as he walks his children around the issue. 

“I see,” Ziyal says after a silence. 

#thanks for asking! #my writing #garashir #the family next door #st: ds9

[chloemew]

Felt like dumping some of my ancient Megaman art on here, partly to make fun of it but mostly because nostalgia is fun! All of it is over a decade old at this point, and some of the earliest stuff is uhh... odd, to say the least

More under the cut!

^ God, look at this relic. I was still in school when I drew this and I had absolutely no idea what anatomy was, and even less idea how to go about drawing their armour. Look at their LEGS jesus christ also I think I faintly see Woodman with eyebrows on the other side of the page?

Apparently in 2010 I had a thing about drawing characters as OOC as possible! This included making Crash French for a brief period, and making Metal obsessed with getting people to try his famous home-made pies that were baked with love and sawblades, mostly sawblades

I actually re-drew this one a few years back lol, can’t be bothered to go look for it rn though

And then there’s... this. I really liked drawing them super off-model apparently! I think Crash’s face dates this pretty well. I don’t even remember what those meme eyes were called but I drew them on characters all the time, when they weren’t instead doing the awesome face

Something more normal! If you can class me drawing Crash’s drills being capable of bending to be normal. I mentioned the other day I used to draw him wearing shades a lot, as demonstrated here - I think like 90% of the reason for that is because of this remix of his stage theme. He’s just a cool dude!

At some point I stopped drawing robot masters as deformed meme goblins, and started drawing them more normally. And by normally I mean their anatomy was still all wonky, but this time it wasn’t on purpose. I also had a thing about slapping random brushes together and calling it a background.

I very quickly latched onto Quick and Flash, finding their sibling rivalry to be a lot of fun. I also tended to draw Flash way too big and Quick way too small.

Like, jesus, look how tiny he is here!!!!! My Quick is short but not to THAT extent. 😆 My Flash is also pretty tall, but the height difference between them isn’t quite this drastic.

This was me making fun of the fact I always drew Quick with a big cheesy grin and Flash looking like he wanted to murder everyone, so I swapped their roles! To this day I still don’t know why I used to draw Quick’s head as a circle, and even now it feels weird to not draw him with a circle for a head.

This one still makes me laugh, even if I was too lazy to do an actual background. They are encased in butter

I’m posting this one too because I did this entirely with a laptop touchpad. I didn’t even have a MOUSE until late 2010, let alone a tablet!! I had such insane patience back then that I definitely don’t have now.

To finish off, here’s Quick sadly holding a banana while standing in front of the world’s most boring background

#Quickman #Metalman #Flashman #Crashman #Woodman #Megaman #doodles #I fixated pretty hard on the MM2 guys for a good while #like an Idiot Fool I didn't start appreciating the later RMs til a few years later #also I keep giving my younger self grief for being lazy with backgrounds #but I still don't do backgrounds even now lol #backgrounds just involve too many small fiddly tedious details #and my brain is not wired to be able to deal with that