#anyhoo I rambled a bit

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

Andrew is the favorite uncle. Not just for Aaron and Nicky’s kids but all the foxes kids are just obsessed with uncle Andrew.

None of the foxes understand why except for Neil. But that only because Neil is there when Andrew gets up at three am to answer a phone call from their sobbing niece, who admits for the first time out loud that maybe she isn’t a boy and “is that okay uncle Andrew”. Or when Kevin’s kid shows up at there house after getting in an argument with her dad and Andrew lets her rage and rant until it doesn’t seem like the end of the world anymore, then walks her home (hc: they live pretty close for a while cause their on the same team). Or when nobody can get Aaron’s twins to stop crying but as soon as Andrew is given a turn at trying to calm the babies they stop immediately.

The kids all love Andrew he’s the first one they go to with their issues, he’s the first one they run too when all the foxes are together, he’s the first one that they come out too if they’re queer(Nicky is so mad when his kid comes out to Andrew before him)

He’s just a really good uncle.

[kitamars]

pretty expressive huh

[joocomics]

expect a junhan fic soon i guess ?

[inkblackorchid]

Wanted to post this earlier but forgot. This is chapter 9 of the wip fic!

[rainyfey]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Okarun was crying and begging for Momo to run away! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BONES D,: This is so well done, it really conveys fear and anguish! I congratulate you, your art is amazing :D... What other negative effects could Okarun's curse have? Thank you

Omg anon you made my day when you sent this!!! Thank you so so much for taking the time to write such lovely things 😭💕 I'm very flattered that you liked that little detail so much! I had wondered if I'd written it too messily for anyone to read XD

Anyhoo, here is a sketch page for you~

I'm more of a draw-er than a words-er, but I wanted to ramble a bit here under the cut ^^ Thanks again for the ask, I am so happy to have another reason to yap about Turbo Okarun~

While I'm glad that the manga/anime didn't spend too much time on Okarun's struggles in canon, I am having So Much Fun thinking of ways to torture this guy haha. We see him complaining that the curse hurts him in the first half of the season, but he doesn't actually seem to end up with any lasting damage! In my mind, it'd make sense for him to end up more fatigued or to suffer from random nosebleeds or other internal injuries due to the curse manipulating his body the way it does.

I also looooved the instances in episodes 5/6 when he transformed without meaning to! Very fun to see his emotions getting the better of him~

Now, if I were a fic writer, I would be so interested in exploring physical side effects in something like a sick fic. What if he detransforms and finds that he can't warm back up? Still corpse-cold like his yokai form instead of human temperature? Or, I could take a page out of NatsuYuu's book and have him come down with a cold/fever as a consequence of some of his tougher fights? Lots of good potential for angst there, for sure ^^

And lastly, what if he was on a timer the minute he transformed?? What if staying transformed and going all out began chipping away at his sanity? It's not his power, after all. Stay in Turbo Mode too long and suddenly he's a prisoner in his own mind. The curse takes over and he's just along for the ride, no longer able to control his body. >:3

Aaand that's it for now! Thank you for your support and for listening to my rambling haha. I hope you enjoyed the art/headcanons ^^

[redsrooftopprincess]

*comes skidding into your inbox with a pant*

Speak of the devil girl because I was literally stalking your blog just today with a thought that’s been bouncing around in my head for a bit about our favorite big boy Red and wanted to ask your thoughts about it when I saw that your asks were open! So here me out on this (and if this isn’t something you don’t feel comfortable no worries at ALL I’m just in a chatty mood and thought I’d swing my shot) but how do you think Raph would handle being in a relationship or being interested with someone who is demisexual? AKA someone who doesn’t feel sexual attraction until after a deep emotional connection? I know I know at first thought that wouldn’t make sense at all because like look at him…that man must be a late library book because he is FIIIIIIINE and the best/worst part? He knows it. Or at least, knows his body and is confident in it. I just think it would be so interesting for Raph to meet with someone who thinks like “hey yeah cool I can tell you work and you look great but like has anybody recently told you that your soul is beautiful?” Because Raph never really gets that chance to explore that emotional vulnerable side of himself? I know a lot of folks expound on these moments in sexual light and we all know how good those parts of the story can be *eyebrow wiggle* but I am curious on how Raph would handle exposing that part of himself and having to like work his way into more physical moments by first being emotional upfront with someone.

Again, ramblings of an insane person that you are MORE than free to do whatever you’d like. I just think you’re cool and I’m curious to see/ hear your thoughts on the matter if you’re up for sharing.

AnYhOo, you’re cool. You deserve good things and I hope all the good things you do come back to you this week. Kay love ya BYEEEEE!

When it comes to humans, I, myself am Demi (though, if Red ever shows up in the flesh, my partner knows where they stand), and many of us know the pain of "too late," well.

...

Demi

Raphaelxgn!Reader

No warnings

It was disappointing at first. Mike had introduced you at one of his parties. Raphael had only been to a few, and they had all been fun as hell. Honestly, being the center of attention in a large group of people and it's not a bad thing? Sign him the fuck up.

It did have it's drawbacks. It could be exhausting. He never thought he'd be sick of beautiful people fawning all over him, but some nights he didn't have it in him to "perform."

The second he walked in, the usual throng of enamoured humans flocked to him, and to his credit, he was prepared to do his best. He'd been in a low lately, and Mike had basically dragged him out in hope that it might keep him out of his own head for a while. Raph didn't want to disappoint him, but he *didn't* want to be there. He'd stay for an hour and then slip out once the party was in full swing, and Mike would be too busy hosting to notice.

But if Hamato Michaelangelo excels at anything, it's knowing people, and he knows his brothers better than anyone.

The adrenaline barely had time to hit his system as the crowd descended, before his brother had him by the elbow and was steering him through a crowd of disappointed whines toward the back of the club.

He patted Raph's shell, comfortingly, as they moved beyond the throngs of the thirsty, to a secluded booth in the back decked out in white, purple, black, and grey. You smile up at them from your gaming laptop as they approach, and Raphael is a little worried that his brother is trying to set him up with someone again.

"Hey Mike!" you chirp, as he pushes his brother into the booth, sitting beside him and trapping him inside. You raise an eyebrow.

"Big bro needs a breather," Mike says, Raphael gives him an annoyed look and you suppress a smile. "Raphael, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Raphael."

You smile politely, "Pleased to meet you. I've heard wonderful things from your adoring fans!"

Raphael smirks, half chuckling, a little intimated. Out on the floor he had swagger and he could play the part, even if he wasn't entirely up to it. He could hide in the crowd. Pretend that he was like everyone else. He didn't have to do much to show off, people wanted him. Even those that weren't directly turned on were at least a little curious. But you're beautiful, alone, and while your not being rude or anything, you don't seem all that impressed. It was nice. And terrifying.

"Welp, I'm needed elsewhere," Mike says smoothly, sliding out of the booth. Raphael's head snaps to look at his brother. No. He wasn't just going to drop him here with this gorgeous person and leave. Mike shoots him a wink and disappears in a crowd of passing patrons.

It takes you a few minutes to get through the initial awkwardness of introduction, but after a while, Raph starts to relax and despite the low he's currently slogging through, he actually has a really good time. You're funny, and smart, and gorgeous, and you don't look at him like a piece of meat or a monster.

For the next few days he's quiet, contemplative. The day before another party he catches Mike in his room.

"Hey, you got a second?"

Mike pauses his third playthrough of Assassin's Creed 2 [aka, the best one, fight me] and looks up from his pillow pile, "Sure! Sup?"

"So, uh, you know Y/N?"

Mike raises a brow, "Yeah...?"

"Are they, uh," he clears his throat, fidgeting uncomfortably, "are they... seeing anybody?"

Mike sighs, looking at his brother almost apologetically, of course you're the first person he'd *actually* be interested in. "Dude, they're Demi."

Raphael looks confused.

Mike sighs, "Okay, crash course in the ace/aro spectrum. Most people hear ace and they think no sex ever. Which is only true for some people."

Raph looks more confused.

"Just, stay with me," Mike encourages, "asexuality and aromanticism is a spectrum like anything else. While yes, people that are totally ace don't really get turned on by anything, you also have grey ace, demi, and other fun combo ones where sex drive and romance isn't necessarily a 'no' it's more of an 'only under certain circumstances,' situation. Demisexuals can't get turned on until they're already really close with someone. Most people, you turn on their body and their heart will follow, Demi's are the opposite. The only thing that gets them going with someone is a strong emotional bond. Your heart has to turn them on before your body even has a chance. They pretty much wrote the book on friends to lovers."

"...oh, okay," Raph nods, before furrowing his brow, "so..."

"So," Mike continues, "if you want to pursue something with them, it'll take time for them to be anywhere near ready for a relationship. And a hookup is fully off the table."

Raph thanks his brother for the clarity, and thinks about that for a while. You're beautiful, and he had a lot of fun just hanging out with you, but realistically, if your going to end up close to and attracted to anyone, it's probably not going to be him. Which was disappointing, sure, but you were still an awesome person, and he was pretty new to this whole "making friends," thing. He decides that even if nothing more was ever going to happen, your still more than worth hanging out with, as long as you feel the same about him. He doesn't need you to like him back as long as you like having him around.

And thus began, honestly, the best friendship either of you have ever had. Without the stress of "do we like each other" on the table, the two of you could just be together. You talked about anything and everything under the sun, and he told you things he would never, could never, tell anyone else.

You were the best wingman anyone could ever ask for, and were able to get him more than a few dates with beautiful, interesting, and fun people. For over a year, you were the closest of friends. It actually ended more than one relationship when Raph's potential partner couldn't handle the fact that you were basically a packaged deal.

Not long after your one year "anniversary," he noticed some changes. The last few people you tried to set him up with, you didn't seem as enthusiastic about. You're usually all about helping him get a date, but lately you've seemed almost... upset?

You tried to hide it. But as time went on, watching him leave the party with someone else was becoming more and more difficult. It took you a few weeks, but when you finally figured it out it hit you like a train.

It happened the third time you watched him leave a party with Sarah. Hand at her lower back, holding open the door like a gentleman, he caught your eye on the way out and you tried your best to make your smile look genuine before hiding behind the glass you'd raised in his direction. He noticed and gave you a quizzical look as you quickly buried your face in your glass, before Sarah called him away and the fire exit door closed.

You'd drained your glass and left right after.

The last time you developed feelings for someone it was a good friend of several years. They began the friendship wanting you, and tried for a long time before giving up. Once they did and you finally had the freedom to get close, you developed feelings, and they accused you of playing games. It ruined your friendship completely. This was before you knew what Demisexuality was, but knowledge is a pretty useless power when you're the only one who gets it.

Mike had let slip over daiquiris one night that you were the first person Raphael ever showed any actual interest in. Until he learned that you were Demi. And of course he didn't push, he probably didn't think there was any way you could ever want him. Despite his swagger he really doesn't think all that much of himself, even less so back then.

But that was a year ago, and while his own insecurities haven't exactly gone away, he's definitely becoming more confident. Sarah is gorgeous, the type of woman he'd never have considered approaching when you met. And you really like her. If you didn't you wouldn't have set them up in the first place.

So you're going to keep your mouth shut where it's safest for you, and everyone else involved. Raphael is the best thing that ever happened to you. You can't lose him.

You've started distancing yourself, hoping some space might help things go back to some kind of normal. You just need time to breathe, to take a step back and collect yourself and pretend like it doesn't kill you that now he's on his sixth date with Sarah and things are going really really well. Why can't you just be happy for your friend?

Eventually, one night, you just don't go. He would be spending all night with her, so it's not like you'd be missed. You would honestly be surprised if he noticed your absence at all. And you aren't bitter, honestly. And you aren't mad at him, how could you be? It just seems a little unfair that you could never feel anything until it was too late.

Surprisingly, he texted you near sunrise,

Red: [Missed you tonight. You okay?]

Y/N:

Y/N: [Yeah, work was just really hard today.]

Red: ...

Red: ...

Red:

Red: ...

Red:

Red:

Red: [Okay.]

You don't work on Wednesdays, but you're pretty sure he doesn't know that. You hope that will be the end of it. He won't press. What you aren't expecting is a certain orange-clad ninja in a seafoam jacket tapping at your window the following night.

"Hey, Mike," you say curiously, opening the window so he can move inside, "what's up?"

"Hey," he says, fixing his lapels, "Raph said your probably not coming to the party tonight. Aaaaaaand that you're lying to him." He gives you a genuine look, "So, what's up, buttercup?"

You know your not getting out of this. He gives you a look that says he already knows, he's just waiting for you to say it. Raph says he gets that from their dad.

Your cheeks burn and you look down and away. He dips his head to recapture your gaze. "The real reason you bailed wouldn't have anything to do with a certain reptile in red and the pretty blond bombshell hanging off his arm... would it?"

You sigh heavily and close your eyes, before turning, and walking over to the couch, "It doesn't matter. It's too late," you sit heavily, defeated. "It's always too late," you mutter to yourself.

"Wow," Mike says, watching you, a small smile working the corner of his mouth, "you know, in all the time I've known you I think this is the first time I've ever seen you actually into anyone."

"Not that it matters," you snap back, gently, the smile annoys you a little, "he's got Sarah. And they're really good together. And I'd be some kind of asshole to say anything at this point. And you don't say anything either," you demand, pointing at him, "He's happy. I'm not going to fuck that up for him."

Begrudgingly, he acquiesces, and not long after unsuccessfully trying one last time to convince you to go to the party, Mike makes his way out, and you put on a movie and curl up on the couch to distract yourself.

A little after two, you hear a quiet tapping on the window before the unmistakable sound of it sliding open in the casement, and a familiar soft landing on carpet.

You stand as he slides the window shut, "I thought you were with Sarah tonight. Everything okay?"

He turns to face you... and you know.

"Fucker ran his mouth," you laugh sardonically, shaking your head. "We don't have to talk about this, " you say, turning around to walk, somewhere, anywhere else.

"Yeah, I think we do," he argues. You stop walking with a sigh.

"Raph, please. Just go back to the party. Back to Sarah, have a-"

"Can't."

You turn and give him a quizzical look. "Wha- Why not?"

"We broke up." He says simply.

Your stomach drops, "You didn't break up with her because of- Raph, that's-"

"Relax," he says, holding up a hand and moving slowly toward you, "I didn't have to. She saw Mike and I talking, and she knew the score. Said to tell you, 'no hard feelings.'"

"But, I-"

He takes your hand before his eyes meet yours once again.

"But, I was too late..." You say softly, confused.

He can't help the smile that blooms across his features, "Not for me," he raises your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it, "Never for me." He looks at you, earnestly, and you can see the trepidation in his eyes. In the last year, the guy has developed one hell of a game, but you know the heart of him. He can't hide from you, and when you look at him, you see everything. He's terrified it isn't real. That he's getting his hopes up. That all that he is isn't enough.

And you want to tell him that he is. You really, really do. That he's more than enough. That he's so damn beautiful there was no way for you *not* to fall deeper the deeper you came to know him. But you don't. Not yet.

You just kiss him.

...

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[the-snow-mum]

Thank you @soltheinkwizard for the drawing suggestion! I still struggle with drawing Lalli, I feel like his vibe is very difficult to capture... Also, I went a bit overboard and dressed them in folk clothing, hehe.

Emil is (supposedly) wearing a Jämtland folk costume. I wanted to dress him in a Jämtland outfit since he is said to be from Östersund, but the google results for the outfit were a bit confusing. I went with one of the outfits described as "jämtlandsdräkt", someone who is more familiar with Swedish traditional costumes can correct me.

For Lalli I chose a Savitaipale costume. Since he is said to be from Saimaa without specifying a town, I went with one that is located on the shores of Saimaa (and also because I thought the vest looked nice, hehe).

Anyhoo, enough with the outfit ramblings, if you have more drawing suggestions feel free to drop them below or send an ask~

[nan-03c]

Rambling about Billstan + 2 tiny doodles

(more specifically about the fic im writing)

Rambling below:

So... I ended up covering my face in frustration because like, what the fuck how do I bring Bill cipher into the realm he wants without fucking up the storyline?

I managed to come up with smth. In the many trials and errors of re-activating the portal, the bit of left fuel decided to fucking work while Bill was in the same place (laughing at Stan's misery and failures)

Sparks of electricity began to surround the portal while Stan was giving his back, frustrated he couldn't make it work. As the portal started to activate, problems occurred stan had fucked up some parts while fixing the portal and it exploded right behind him, waves of strange magnetic shit flew and...

Oh?

What's that?

Omggg is that a ... triangle????? He is on the floor with a crack that goes all the way to his back. Ooh, the beast of one eye is here!! Buy go—oh, wait, he looks like shit, he isn't even awake.

Basically, Bill was brought into the dimension at the cost of losing half of his power (and I lie because it is like 85% of it), and now Stan is stuck with a floating triangle that whines about losing half the shit he could do, he doesnt even have a 3d form!! What is this shit?!?

Anyhoo, there we go, now I got an excuse, and how rebuilding the portal took them 30 years + the kids coming, and them getting the 2nd and 3rd diary and omfg THE AUQGGHHH the ideas i have.

[hidden-in-heaven]

Is Sera's full name Seraphiel?

(Bdw I know this might sound weird but it's really fun seeing someone who also did a deep dive into angelology and headcannons the exorcist as powers)

canonically in hazbin, not sure but i have been wondering for a while if that was her real name, it be interesting if she was actually seraphiel

anyhoo, so glad someone actually noticed and said smthn about that!!

I do want to ramble a bit about our interpretation of Powers!

there are actually key aspects that differ powers from the current exorcists!

the one left is a much older version of them, the armor that they daunt is just their skin, and they are much larger in size compared to the scale i've shown, and they are rarer than the current once, and very old

the ones that we know, the one in adams army, i see as ascended humans that went up the rank of power and then re-asgined to be an exorcist for adams army specifically

[madocactus]

the preset that connects me to you

fanart of @chloroformcurry’s sybil okazaki. i adore her design and writing concepts… she’s the coolest. 🙏

bonus doodles under the cut (feat. other carbon copy characters and a bit of rambling)

*speaks sagely* i think sybil would be a mystic messenger fiend. i think she would play so many of pacthesis’s flash dating sims. maybe even otomate titles, idk. she would stay up trying to 100% routes and cg galleries in every vn she plays.

i also think her eldritch polyp form deserves flowers like her humanoid forms… even if she makes it get turbo cancer or w/e (and her centipede form deserves one too LOL but i forgot to draw her…)

anyhoo i love her and cap and ilya so much they are. wonderful. carbon copy’s core concepts are very compelling - atmospherically it reminds me of a lot of classic vns i’ve played and read about. so yeah i’m very excited for how it will evolve as a story! 🙏 thank you for sharing it with the world it rocks.

[sophiacloud28]

*pokes head into your inbox and waves*

Howdy Hon!

Last night was kind of an adventure wasn’t it, and I hope that you’re doing ok. I wish I had words that could make this better, but all that’s coming to mind is an internet bear hug and the words of my all time favorite redhead “There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”

Thanks for being someone who fights for the good and is a light while doing it 😊🧡🫂

Speaking of words, I was also wondering if I might try my hand at a request? I was thinking specifically for Rise Raph or Leo but I’m always down for artistic free rein so do where ever the creativity flows.

But AnYhOo, I was wondering how the boys would respond to a friend who was confident in their love language of words of affirmation? Like without thinking, drops the most heartfelt and specific compliments or “I’m grateful I have you in my life” kind of stuff at the drop of a hat? I think it would be funny since unfortunately the boys are very under appreciated verbally to meet someone who was fully confident in their ability to affirm people with their words and mean it.

Does that make any sense?😅 If you can’t tell I ramble a bit, but all I want to do is tell my boys why I believe in them, help them see all the good they do, and be their biggest supporter. They deserve nothing but goodness and overwhelming love and by golly, I will give it to them any way I can or my name isn’t aggressive affection 😆👊🏼🧡

Sooooo uh yeah…thank you for your time and no pressure if this request doesn’t float your boat. Keep being fabulous ✨🧡

I have come back to edit this and take out my political statement with respect to those who do not wish to associate. I apologize if I came off as too strong and or too hurtful. It was not my intention. I will also kindly request those who have reblogged to reblog the new one instead.

I was wondering how to go about this request and I think this might be better as a headcanon segment. If someone would like me to elaborate on any of them later on or provide proof as to what I'm advancing, you are more than welcome to ask, but for now, here goes nothing. Warning, I'm going to go about this in a weird order, but it'll make sense after they're all there.

So! First things first!

How the Rise Boys Would React to Words of Affirmation.

Michelangelo Hamato

As someone who dishes out compliments himself, Mikey would be the one to blink at you, chuckle, and blush a little, at least if it was something concerning him directly, like saying you're grateful he exists or his artwork since it isn't something he gets this often for. His cooking and clothing choices though would get parading and maybe a little peacocking because of his genuine confidence in those skills, you would need to push a little harder to get him silent and shy.

Either way, expect him to bounce back and throw some compliments your way real quick. Why? 'Cause it's his love language as well! Hell, expect him to turn it into a competition because he will not be outdone. No sir. And if you end up looking like a tomato by the end of it? Well... you started it, didn't you?

Donatello Hamato

Hope he doesn't have anything in his hands or it will be dropped. Doesn't matter where the words go with his boy, if he so much as recognizes the honesty, and he will, he will go silent and stare at you like you've grown another head. Not because you've hurt him, but because he doesn't understand. Spontaneity and genuineness, at least when it comes to words, is Mikey's thing. You are a stranger to his family and you're not only complimenting him but being genuine about it? Does not compute.

He will adapt, though, and at first, he might ask about what you think of his work. It'll be cautious and he will absolutely downplay it, but he will start fishing for compliments while enjoying your presence. And if you show interest in any of his special interests? Consider yourself his best friend. He will bug you at impossible hours before waiting for you to wake up so you can both talk.

Raphael Hamato

The big guy, the oldest, the one who had to raise this merry band of idiots. I don't think he would drop anything, but he would blink at you and look behind himself several times before he even acknowledges that you're talking to him. From there, expect him to blush and hesitate. He's not used to compliments, poor guy, and even less when they're spoken with honesty and kindness.

Surprisingly, though, I think it would calm him. Reassure him. He doesn't hear often or from anyone that he's doing or has done a great job, so, for a moment, it would silence his brain. He wouldn't bug you as often as Donnie would, but if ever he had a big decision to make, he might either ask for input or just want to make sure he took the right one.

Leonardo Hamato

... Eugh, boy. Where do I start with this guy? With the Face Man, the one who's used to lying, the one who nearly took out the planet on accident because he wanted to show off his skill? The initial reaction would be a simple one, use your words and embellish them. Make them more grandiose. Build himself up as high as possible. If it makes you laugh? Great! If it upsets you? Well, you're the one who said something so you only have yourself to blame.

Eventually, though, he would fall quiet. He would listen and ask you if you mean it. Saying you do will get you more silence and little else. He might even walk away. Why? He's waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's waiting for you to get angry at him. Change your mind. Everyone does. So why wouldn't you?

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[rebouks]

Oscar slid off the couch and sighed wearily, of course Courtney wanted to help; he could’ve guessed she’d feel indebted to Brynn. He wondered what the hell she saw in Wyatt, whether the feelings between them were as mutual as he’d implied, whether she’d even want him to follow her. Was it possible that he’d changed his ways? It certainly seemed that way, though he could just as easily be manipulating Oscar into thinking so, how else would he have convinced him to help?

He replayed their interactions with one another again and again, desperately trying to decipher Wyatt’s true intent until a flash of ginger distracted him-.. Robin was hovering behind the doorframe, peering at his father intently.

Oscar: How long have you been there, mister?

[Robin shrugged, quite happy to join Oscar now that he’d been discovered]

Oscar: What’d I tell you about eavesdropping? Robin: Why is it naughty? Oscar: Some conversations are meant to be private, that’s all.

Robin sucked his thumb thoughtfully, he didn’t quite understand the concept of privacy; not that it mattered, he could’ve observed his parents’ conversation from upstairs if he’d wanted to. He briefly thought about asking Oscar who Brynn was, but he’d be giving himself away if he did, and listening in on people was taboo-.. apparently.

He knew what she looked like by now, but he didn’t really understand how his parents knew her, or why everyone was so worried; especially the angry man who’d appeared on their doorstep the previous morning. Robin wasn’t sure he liked that man’s head. It was cold and miserable, much like his mothers could be sometimes; particularly tonight when she’d first thought about Brynn, or when she thought about the past, her childhood, when she left big school, when she looked at him…

Although.. tonight had been a little different, strange almost; it was part of the reason he’d ventured downstairs in the first place. It wasn’t uncommon for him to listen to his parents talk when he should’ve been asleep, it was impossible to tune out, after all; but the shift in Courtney’s mood had compelled him to leave the warmth of his duvet behind and study her more closely.

If he understood what it meant, he would’ve used the word relief; but despite his limited repertoire of vocabulary, Robin could tell she felt a whole lot lighter. A weight she’d been carrying around-.. a weight that surrounded that hooded man had dissipated, leaving behind a morose curiosity rather than the black pit of doubt that’d been there previously.

Sighing as wearily as his father had, he wished he knew how to ask her what was wrong sometimes; there was so much he didn’t understand.

Oscar: I think it’s bedtime, don’t you? Robin: Can I sleep with you and mama? Oscar: Sure you can, bud.

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Author’s note: Okay, so I figured I’d explain a few things myself since Robin’s capabilities are slightly hindered by his age, bless him! I rambled about this somewhere, but in case it got buried this is what I meant by the fact that everything links back to Robin, even when I spend time with other characters (for the most part, anyhoo).

So, in this case Robin has picked up on the fact that Courtney feels like a weight’s been lifted off her shoulders after being told about Brynn and Wyatt; although she doesn’t particularly understand their relationship, if Oscar of all people thought he was being genuine then he must feel something real toward Brynn, right? And if he’s capable of love, maybe she didn’t make a mistake back when she forced Oscar to let him go, maybe she was right and he really did deserve a second chance?

What if, even after everything, he was just misunderstood? She saw how that lifestyle affected Oscar in such a short period of time in comparison, god knows what it’d to do someone who grew up surrounded by it. She knows how heavy a shitty childhood can feel, and how it affects the ways you think, act etc. She hasn’t quite picked it apart yet, but she feels a little bit better? She’s worried about Brynn of course, but still, maybe she doesn’t need to feel quite so guilty about her decision anymore, maybe…

Wyatt’s love for Brynn reluctantly brought him to Oscar, who begrudgingly seems to have realised he was being genuine, which in turn makes Courtney reevaluate her guilt/uncertainty about letting Wyatt go, which then makes Robin feel better because he can tell something inside his mama is shifting a lil bit-.. like being around her might not be so wearisome/dark anymore, which is why he wants to sleep with them, so he can enjoy feeling close to her in this rare moment of lightness and so he can try and make sense of the why.

Am I making sense? I hope I’m making sense…

[neonmetro]

You made a mistake posting the Achaeans designs /vpos

YOU GUYS ALREADY KNOW I LOVE ACHILLES ( and patroclus, but this isn't about him ). HIS DESIGN IS SO COOL WHAT THE SIGMA...... I LIVE FOR THE GREEN SO MUCHHHH. THE COAT THAT SOMEWHAT GIVES MARCHING BAND VIBES, THE SPINE LOOKING DESIGN ON THE BACK, AND THE JEWELRY THAT GIVES MAJOR PEACOCK VIBESSSS......I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Chat......can we congratulate my boy Diomedes for that glow up.....bro is GORGEOUS. THE RED COAT WITH THE FUR, I MIGHT AS WELL JUST PASS AWAY/silly AND THE HAIRRRRRR I LIVE FOR HIS HAIR ITS REALLY JUST SO AWESOME DUDE

And as much as I love all of them, I would like to give a special shout out to uly and Nestor.....Uly because, well, it's uly and Nestor because HOLY SHITTT THAT DESIGN MIGHT JUST BE PEAK........

I would love to write about all of them, but i don't want to make this ask super long, or else it'll just be my yapping. But in turn, give me all you got of these guys 🔥🔥🗣🗣

The Achaeans are just the butch lesbian assembly tbh...../j

-paris anon

HELP WHEN I FIRST READ THIS I THOUGHT I MADE A ACTUAL MISTAKE WHILE POSTING/DESIGNING THE ACHAEANS 😭😭😭😭

anyhoo sorry for the late response i haven't been able to sit down and ramble in a bit.... hope this is still worth the wait :')

ACHILLES HAD THE MOSTTTT AMOUNT OF THOUGHT INTO HIS REDESIGN (as in literal time. i still thought about the achaeans but achilles i had a literal mood board up dedicated to just Him)

his colors + jewelry were so fun to come up with. he only deserves the best color palette... pretty pretty princess of pthia

i saw this outfit/dress on lolitawardrobe and it screamed achilles to me 😭😭😭 i really wanted to incorporate the skeleton and marine animal together as a way to signify what's to come and his mother's origins (OH. AND HIS ANIMAL IS HECTOR'S DOLPHIN. HOPE THIS HELPS.)

THANK YOU SO MUCH. HE TRULY DID GLOW UP I HAVE NO IDEA HOW BUT I WOKE UP ONE DAY AND BLASTED HIM WITH THE YASSIFICATION JUICE. i really wanted to focus on the red eyes i put in his og design for better color balance...

also his fuck ass bangs 😭 i still like the full head kind of bangs but I'll prob keep it for just when he's going batshit insane

he did already have his braid but since i was already doing the bigger profiles for more details i wanted to emphasize it more...

RAGHDHDGEJWKE THANK YOU SO MUCH....

NESTOR HAS NO RIGHT TO BE THAT PRETTY. AND YET HE IS. #GIRLBOSS?

definitely upgraded that hairstyle + how i stylized his facial hair like girl... og nestor was kinda . let's say lacking .

nestor was kind of. color hell for me i'm ngl? for some reason i couldn't make up my damn mind on which colors go where? plus his grey hair... was kinda fucking me up... please old man... stop making me cry... (looking back my vocalization wasn't so bad it was mostly in my head but STILL)

for uly i really wanted him to have a diff silhouette but still vaguely look like outis lcb... i chose the trench coat bc omg kinda like penelope and also its just like pathos to mathos frfr but he would never really wear smth like that and it ended up way too similar to menelaus. then i thought FUCK OUTIS LCB SINNER CROPPED JACKET. WE WIN

though the 2nd image is kinda just a vague pass of the silhouette, i just needed him to be a lil more diff...

GRBRHRNRNVHN THANK YOU SO MUCH THOUGH!!! my beautiful butch assembly... its just business..........

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Hmm… Does shapeshifting take a lot of energy from you, Mr Shadow?

Oh, and um… *she holds up a glass of water towards him, offering it* …Don’t worry. I didn’t touch those mushrooms. They were put away, for us younger Cookies’ safety.

-Young Nova Cookie-

s: you're lucky then.. that was horrible.... I can't even remember what fully happened! ... I didn't do anything odd did I..

Anyhoo! That question! It depends what I'm turning into or changing. Something simple like *turns his tail coat into a wolf tail* takes nothing but something like *summons a drawing of the hands of the calamity* takes ALOT.. I need a bit of a recovery once I'm back to normal. If I'm already low energy forms such as this become unstable and look gross and goopy..

ooc: maybe I just want to ramble about smilk's shapeshifting because devsis won't explore it >:(

[avonne-writes]

Howdy, big fan. I literally open my phone every morning and check your blog like it's the news. Anyhoo - on your response to someone's asks bout Bucky being insecure/jealous, you mentioned "what do we think Buck's insecurities are in their relationship? My first thought is him feeling unsure if he can satisfy Bucky's sexual needs. Another could be him thinking he’s boring." This might sound a bit weird but one of the reasons I love Buck so much is because I actually see parts of myself in him. He's so quiet and contemplative and intentional with his words, and the true sign of how comfortably him and Bucky fit together is how much we see Buck be silent next to John. There's such a beautiful companionship in their silences. They feel warm and private and calm. But I do think Buck sometimes has a deep down fear that John would find him boring - perhaps it was earlier when they first met, and the assurance has sunk in over time that actually Bucky loves him exactly how he is. Buck adores Bucky's antics, but Buck doesn't have to be singing badly at the microphone to get John's attention. He doesn't have to try to be louder or expressive. It's one of the reasons I adore Austin's acting of Buck too: it's all in the eyes, it's so subtle, and he wasn't very overtly expressive yet I could still read such depth and vastness of emotion that's going on inside. I like to think Bucky sees and reads him so clearly from the start, and that's why they fit together. Because Buck also sees past the bravado to the John inside, despite his efforts to deflect and avoid and distract when he's in pain and hurting (getting Curt to punch him to feel something, or drinking his sorrows, etc). It's why the scene in the train stopping at Nuremberg for me is so special: in that moment, which to me really is the climax of their friendship, it's the "ok well this might be our deaths moment so let's reflect on what we have", there's a beautiful role reversal. Buck is the talkative one, and Bucky is silent. And there's nothing more to be said, but they both know exactly what the other means. Anyways sorry for my rambling 😂

Anon, this is so well-said that I don’t know what to add ❤️ This is really beautiful and I agree. I love this deep understanding between them, how they can look beyond the surface and truly see each other. The train scene is so special and meaningful. I love Austin's acting too. Not every character needs to wail or wax poetic for the viewer to understand their feelings. I'm glad they went this route with him.

Oh, and thank you so much for telling me you enjoy reading my blog! ❤️😊

[askancientsandbeasts]

to all of the ancients and the beast cookies:

what's your favorite color or colors? also, who's the person or people you care about the most?

thank you!! :3

"I cannot say I have a favorite color as I see the value in all of the colors and how they make up the beauty of our world, though I am partial to wearing blue to reflect the blue of my Soul Jam, and I adore all of my friends! White Lily Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, Wizard Cookie, Custard Cookie III, Strawberry Crepe Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie...Truly I could go on!"

"Well I do hope it is obvious but I am quite the fan of pink! Especially in the Hollyberry Kingdom you will find a grand variety of pink, but even outside of it there are great vibrant shades. As for favorite people it would have to be my family and allies I would be no where without them."

"My favorite color...? I do not think of such things, I focus my energy in protecting my kingdom and my allies. I suppose I enjoy the sight of fresh snow? Though I do also enjoy the purple of my Soul Jam. Regarding those I care for it is no secret I care for my kingdom and close allies...As well as my son, though the wounds are still there, lingering just beneath my icing. I understand the resentment he holds for me, time will tell if it can truly heal all pains."

"Why it would be gold of course! I am the Golden Sovereign after all, there is not much else to it just like with my kingdom, they are all my treasures, important to me. My allies are much the same! For their hearts are almost as shiny as my Soul Jam! Almost!"

"Favorite...color? That's hard to say as everything is always changing. I do like green because of my Soul Jam, but blue, pink, purple and yellow always remind me of my friends, I am also partial to lilac and pearly or silvery whites like the Faerie Kingdom! Oh there is also...ah I'm rambling my apologies. Right right, for the second part, while I care about all Cookiekind I of course adore my close friends as well, and I have even more friends like Gingerbrave Cookie and Silverbell Cookie. Friends are a wonderful thing..."

"White. As all will return to the pale flour soon enough. As for cared people I do have one. Cloud Haetae Cookie is dear to me as she had watched over me for eons and will be with me at the end as well."

"Does not matter. There will be only grey ashes when I am done. There will be nothing and no one left. Only complete and utter eradication. Nothing, NOTHING lasts forever, I will make sure of it by my own hand."

"Red!...What? Don't believe me? Why not? It's such a pretty color, very close to the color of the jam in Cookies! Ahah! No no but it is purple actually! No? Not fooling you? Good Job round of applause! Anyhoo favorite person? Does myself count? If not oh it is such a hard choice! I guesss if I haaave to it would be my little minions Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie!"

"Would it be a bit too obvious to say pink, little one? My apologies if you were expecting differently, though I could be more specific and go with a nice berry shade of pink, vibrant and juicy! And I would have to say me favorite person is my other half, Hollyberry Cookie. I do of course love Pavlova Cookie with all of my dough but only Hollyberry Cookie would ever truly understand me."