#freed from the drafts!!

[twinklingwatermellon]

ALSO thinking about how all the moving around at the beginning of their marriage protected Mary and Joseph from false accusations. She wasn’t noticeably pregnant when she married him, and then a few months later the two of them went to Bethlehem and she gave birth there — far away from the prying eyes of her hometown neighbors who would have talked (“haven’t they only been married six months??”). Then they stayed in Bethlehem and Jerusalem for a while, and then they went to Egypt for,, at least a year? Maybe a couple of years? So by the time they came back to Nazareth with their toddler, no one would’ve been the wiser about Jesus being three months too young to be Joseph’s son.

[glowcowboy]

life is so hard i’m so glad it still manages to have the capacity to be really fucking funny

[svtskneecaps]

i miss qsmp outlast trials so here's a list of my favorite parts of qsmp outlast trials

hearing baghera get increasingly more french from halfway down the hallway bc the goons are hassling her and she can't find the objective

jaiden screaming like she's being killed irl anytime something moves

cellbit being half a mile away completing the objective on his own

quackity always managing to be the last man standing bc he spends the round cowering in hidey holes and then gets teased mercilessly by the dead chat bc he's the only one who can res them

slimecicle stepping on all of the glass in a half mile radius

slimecicle kiting the monsters around a couch like a god gamer

cellbit eating snacks and giggling while watching everyone else do the tutorial

roier being absolutely fucking goated at the arm wrestling minigame and then like two rounds later having the sharpest and fastest skill fall off i have ever seen

foolish and jaiden taking turns getting scared by nothing and winding each other up

that one round where jaiden got attacked like three times within two rooms of the entrance

cellbit going I'M DYING I'M DYING and hearing quackity's muffled voice in a hiding spot down the hall go NOT ME I'M ALIVE BITCH

everyone and their mom drinking health by mistake while attempting to hand it off to their teammate

roier blasting freddy's music box into the mic to fuck with quackity

mouse freaking jaiden out by joining the discord call and saying hello while they were in a game

jaiden saying "eat brick" or "eat glass" every time she throws an item

cussing in whatever language they remember first

roier ducking all the tin can noise traps even while actively being chased

"welcome to brazil's first radio station [royalty free music plays]"

every time roier is in danger he yells for quackity. quackity is halfway across the map. he has nothing. he is screaming.

[nepenthe-of-the-nutcracker]

Weird thought, but do you think Halt ever thought about the fact that Lord Orman’s situation was similar to his own? Being the unlikable, aloof one, and having to content yourself with the fact that people preferred your much more charismatic relative, regardless of their true nature?

Just a thought.

[snuffdog]

me when i like the 70s aesthetic but not in the preppy or hippie way but more in the "golden age of serial killers" way

[wisteriagoesvroom]

back on my maxoscar bullshit. you know how some people are like. same person different font. the deadpan humour, almost incredibly blunt and could be borderline mean but somehow they keep it on the sane vector. not taking anything too seriously while taking their job incredibly seriously. just pure logic and determination at the expense of maybe everything else. insanely singleminded about doing the thing they want and everything in life falling into place in service of that. minimal noise, minimal distraction, maximum performance.

and also like. these are the two people you’d find who probably snuck off from the party to sit in a room, and one is building lego in absolute silence and the other is plugged in playing on their switch and their friends walk in like “what are you doing??” and they both just shrug.

oscar's like "we're hanging out". and max blurts out “just because we are having some quiet time does not mean we are not being social”.

[firelise]

YakDee + The Origins of the Moaning Kink -> Are you okay? Your face is red... WANDEE GOODDAY (2024)

[heystephen]

had a dream that joe alwyn got cast as the next doctor and Taylor tweeted this

[reikaniichan]

more moth emmet sketches.

[mystxmomo]

still not sure how to fix that one.

[arceespinkgun]

I'm aware this is sooooo petty and stupid and I probably shouldn't post about every tiny detail in the IDW comics I didn't like, but I've always been annoyed by this moment:

I don't even think Starscream actually meant this given other interactions, I think he was just being an asshole, but I hate the idea of Seekers like Ramjet or Dirge being somehow lesser than Seekers like Thundercracker and Skywarp LMAO Bring me back to the G1 cartoon in which Starscream seemed to have more positive interactions with those guys than with the former lol

[spotaus]

New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

[teh-nos]

standing at the door of my fic shaking hands with everyone who left kudos. thanks for coming to the devil's sacrament, see you at bingo night on thursday, may the dark lord bless you.

[akq96618]

[ king ohger oc ]

i think i should make a proper post abt them, so here it is!

(thx a lot to @ponopyonq for reading my rambles about them, i keep doubting myself to post them but i got encouraged by you ;-; ily bro)

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Selen (Selen Idmonarak ne Brasieri Hastie)

-Son of Gira and Jeramie -his name based from Selenopidae (wall crab spiders), i love how it's eyes described as 'resemble the moon'

-calls jeramie by papa and gira by toto (shorts of otou-san, but as he grow up he called gira by otou-san)

-everyone's friend <3

-spent most of his time at shugoddam, but sometimes he visited bugnarak cave.

-loves reading encyclopedia, esp. about animals and insects

-his bugnarak hand can't shoot spiderweb, but he's agile and good at climbing

-also good at hiding (either his feelings or hiding for hide and seek-)

-jeramie's bedtime story is his favorite, especially story of the ohsama sentai

-his close friends are buun (as his right hand) and diabolica (pao's oc!!!)

brief idea of selen here!

Takane (Takane Dybowski-Hastie)

-Daughter of Racles and Suzume

-her name based from takane-ruri kuwagata (platycerus sue imura)

-Older twin

-truly women of toufu

-nobody knows what's inside her mind (except Mitsuba)

-she has no interest on being king or succesor

-she pursued medical studies at ishabana instead

-calls everyone by '-chan' (selen---ren-chan, mitsuba---micchan, rion--ricchan)

-friends with Rion. Since they shared the same interest on fashion

Mitsuba (Mitsuba Dybowski-Hastie )

-Son of Racles and Suzume

-His name based from Mitsubachi (honeybee)

-Younger twin

-admires his father and sometimes help his job as chikyuu's 'tool'

-mitsuba and takane calls racles by otou-sama and suzume by okaa-sama

-loves to eat, but never gained a lot of weight

-kaguragi's student, maybe soon to be succesor

-really excel at talking and persuade others, esp. after being kagu's student

-Selen is like a little brother to him, not just his cousin

-pretty chill and not as energetic as his twin sister, but he'll show his scary side to those who disrespect his family (including those who badmouthed selen and giramie)

brief ideas of hastie-dybowski twins here!

Rion

-Yanma's pupil -go by they/them

-their name based from coenagrion puella (azure damselfly)

-around the same age as dybowski-hastie twins

-for some reasons, the Nkosopaz raised them since they're 6 yrs old and Yanma took them as his pupil

-their relationship with yanma is kinda like yanma and gin. Sometimes they'd fight, but Rion respect him a lot, actually

-closest to shiokara and usuba

-only use honorifics to shiokara

-actually they don't really care abt their gender, ("what's important is being the coolest ever and aiming to the top!!!!" -rion, perhaps)

-even if with no shugod soul, they create their own shugod for transportation (it's a damselfly, ofc)

-had a crush on mitsuba-

lol they're fun to draw

also last one, their dynamic chart! (?)

[lesserafimz]

the tension...

[twinklingwatermellon]

familiar wife is like what if there was a man so self-absorbed and so irresponsible and childish that he drove his wife to depression and exhaustion and they couldn’t even talk without fighting, and what if he got a chance to do the last 12 years of his life over and instead of choosing to be a better man and better husband and father he just left his wife to her luck and married his rich first love instead, and what if in the midst of this new seemingly perfect life he was introduced to a version of his first wife that he never had a chance to screw up and she was happy and successful and glowing and he couldn’t believe that it was the same person and assumed she MUST still be a monster underneath it all, but then they were thrown into acquaintance and the more he heard her talk, the more her real personality and situation came through, and what if he started to realize that he was the problem, and on top of it all he fell in love with her again, and what if he tried to go back and rewrite it again, to marry her from the beginning, and what if fate and the greater powers told him no. you don’t get to do that. you took away her agency once and you do not get another do over. and what if he was so bitterly unhappy in the marriage he chose with an actually terrible wife who was doing to him the exact same things he did before, and what if completely undeservedly, his first wife fell back in love with him without knowing everything he did to her in a past life, and what if she even broke up with her new boyfriend because she only had feelings for him, and what if his marriage fell apart and she confessed what she felt about him, and what if he had everything he wanted back right in his hands, vulnerable and crying, but then what if he looked her in the eye said I can’t. I won’t screw up your life again. you don’t deserve this.