#THANK. YOU FOR INDULGING ME ONCE AGAIN

[seokjinsonlyone]

I, C, U 🤭

I: The most interesting voice or style in K-pop?

tbh i just gotta shout out to the tannies first and foremost bc tbh each of them got like the most unique voices in the kpop industry like none of them sound like anyone else i just had to say that first

but imma shout out to tae specifically!! he the reason i'm here to this day i remember my cousin playing the truth untold in the car one day and i had a full stop moment when i was like who the one with that deep voice and he's had me in a chokehold ever since

also! yeonjun from txt like very distinct tone i only had to hear him once and could pick out his voice from the lineup

and!!! wooyoung from the rose his voice is vv unique and honorable mention to mingi from ateez

C: A color that you think your bias looks good in?

maybe it's the bora in me but jin gon eat down in purple every time

U: The most unusual group?

unusual as in sound? personality?? if we talking sound then imma go wit nct like they got some of the wackiest sounds i've ever heard and yes i'm looking at sticker but like i be eating it up too like it's good to me 😭 personality wise maybe p1harmony like i love keeho i do and the rest of them boys they really be cracking me up

you can ask me more kpop asks if you'd like 🥺👉👈

[katiekatdragon27]

I LOVE MIXING FIXATIONS IT'S SO FUN!!!

Dust: An Elysian Tail but Rayman characters let's go😎

After extensive analysis of both games (five minutes of thought), we decided that most (not all) of the Warmbloods are teensies, the Mudpot folk are Glutes, and most (not all) Moonbloods are nightmares.

Here's the more focused roles I have paired for this AU:

Dust -> Rayman

This makes complete sense. Main character who is good at combat and kind at heart. Also has a lot of abilities in general lol

Fidget -> Murfy

I really don't care for Murphy buuuut I won't deny that he reminds me a lot of Fidget. Same vibes, different execution.

Aharah -> Maybe Ly?? Maybe Polokus???

That's cuz my man is a talking sword. He helps Dust with combat and advice cuz he's cool like that.

"See how lifelike it is?" (Ugly ass murphy plush)

"Oooh! Campfire fuel~"

Ginger -> Goth Teensy

This is a mix of personal hcs and just cuz vibes lol. Both are angsting and have affiliations with the opposing groups in the series. (Goth with the Livid Dead door, Ginger with the Moonbloods).

"And who are you really? The last time I saw a thingamajig was when my brother died!"

Sereth -> The First King

This one was a little more difficult to decide, but I like this choice lol. The First King being a dream and nightmare creature in all technicality that I would imagine has a similar personality to Sereth is fun. Also he's a little scary looking, which works with canon. Also his eyes are glossed over so it looks like the Sereth's glowing eyes.

"I am here to serve~"

BELOW ARE SPOILERS FOR DUST: AN ELYSIAN TAIL!! PLEAAAAAAAASE PLAY THE GAME OR WATCH A PLAYTHROUGH OR SOMETHING BEFORE LOOKING AT THESE I BEG!!! I DON'T WANT TO RUIN THE TWIST FOR Y'ALL!!

Now that that's out of the way, here are the spoiler doodles.

Can you-c-can you guess who Rayman was created from?

Can you can you?

That's right!

THE MAGICIANS!!

"Forever in battle. Forever at odds."

When I made this decision I felt so smart. They're the same name, same vibes, and the idea that Rayman got his whimsicalness from the Magician and the violent tendencies of Ales makes so much sense to me.

"Only impossible for a creature with a single soul."

"I am Rayman."

Also I get to draw him with the teensy boba eyes, which is a win for me.

I'll probably make more stuff for this cuz I really like this idea. The story will have creative liberties though for character motivation, but that's not too important lol.

Have a lovely day fellas :)))

[c0mbatchameleon]

hi anna my love would you mind telling us what the possession au is about 🥺🤲🏼💗

LUNEEE ABSOLUTELY ABSOFRUITLY I CAN.

Ok so the tldr here is James is a demon that possesses reg. This all came from a drunk 3am note in my phone about the “intimacy of literally inhabiting the same body, to become a singular noun; my thoughts are yours now, you don’t even know where you end and I begin, your soul would feel so empty without me here to fill in all the gaps” etc etc. Right ok. Long ramblings below, be warned.

So picture regulus, our resident high-strung control freak who has lived as a puppet on a string at the whims of his family ever since he was a teenager and they began staging him to join / eventually take over their major capitalist conglomerate empire or whatever. Iffy on the details still but there’s a lot of politics involved. Think like the richest of the rich in the world and they want to keep their family on the top—regulus is their vessel to do so.

And the thing is, he goes above and beyond. He gave up on trying to escape the life he’s been (to him) imprisoned in a long time ago, and his (perceived) lack of control and agency has only driven him to climb higher, hungry for even more disgusting amounts of wealth and power, fuck everyone else, he wants to be at the fucking top, and maybe then he’ll be free. He’s terrible and he’s miserable and he’s everything they wanted him to be, he feels like a slave to time and to the life that was carved out for him, and it manifests in him exerting extreme amounts of control over the one thing he can have some semblance of control over, which is his own body.

(slight tw for disordered / obsessive eating / body habits?)

Picture him scheduling his days down to the minute. He wakes up at 5:30am everyday after getting the exact amount of sleep to complete five rem cycles, he has a strict workout regimen every day perfectly planned out for the week, meals all the same mapped out down to the calorie. You’d think he’s in the army. His skincare routine puts patrick bateman to shame. He jerks off once a week cuz he thinks it has health benefits or keeps him sharp or something (if you’ve watched The End of the Fucking World I’m pretty sure this is where my brain subconsciously picked this from) and it’s mechanical and he’s dead in the eyes and he knows it will take him exactly 5 minutes and 8 seconds to come.

And then. Suddenly. He’s having weird dreams about some man he doesn’t know and they’re making him feel things when he has specifically trained his body to NOT feel things and what’s happening to him? And then dreams become daydreams. And then he’s losing time. HES LOSING TIME. Which is literally his worst nightmare. It’s making him fuckinf spiral, his routines are being thrown off, the small semblance of control is slipping, so he’s already at his wits fucking end when a goddamn voice in his head starts talking to him. Like that’ll do it.

But then the voice, the man, the figure from his dreams, James, is telling him to relax. Telling him you’re so wound up. I can feel it, you know? How tired you are. It’s okay baby, let me take the reins for the day. You just have to sit back up in that head of yours—of ours—and let it all turn to static for a bit. Don’t worry. I’ll give you your body back tonight. Don’t you trust me? Wouldn’t it feel good to just.. let go for a bit?

And eventually regulus discovers that it DOES feel good. He fucking loves it. He gives up control willingly for the first time, he lets James do it all for him, to move him around like a puppet in the most literal sense but it’s different from his family, from everyone else. It’s freeing.

and it’s like this weird corruption-anticorruption thing because yes james is influencing him and planting thoughts in his head and literally taking over his body at points but it’s all to make him do…kinda good things? “Fuck the company, don’t show up today, let’s go to the coast like you used to as a kid,” “don’t pick up the phone, I know you’ve never declined your mother’s call before, but just try. Don’t you feel powerful?” Until eventually reg is sabotaging the company, his family, he’s basically suicide-bombing the stock market, he’s giving all his money away, etc etc. he’s more free than he’s ever felt in his life and to the outside world he looks absolutely insane and, shit, maybe he is, but it feels fucking amazing.

I just love the thought of James’ more mundane influence on him too. He’s craving hot Cheetos for the first time in his life and absolutely appalled and confused and James is like “shit my bad I was thinking abt them.” James has him smoke weed for the first time (the scene I have planned for this……) and he has to take over to roll the joint for him. Why the fuck is reg enjoying abba music? But also—why the fuck is a demon enjoying abba music?

I’ve rambled way too much so I’ll reign it in there. Lots of details subject to change, but this is basically all I’m thinking abt these days.

[grechsblog]

hey there guys!!

to cut the announcement short: i am very sorry for the relative silence. i dropped out of college today (at last and finally) - which was the reason i was stressed these past 4 days - so the isat playthrough will continue tomorrow because its very late now and i want to actually be Fresh to deal with the Horrors!!!

see yall after i sleep :)

[wastelandhell]

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[crystallizsch]

Hello Ian! ♡

Can I get 💬 for Yuuna and Riddle please? (I was tempted to say Ace or Deuce but I think Riddle would be more interesting!)

I know I've told you this before but I love Yuuna, and I can't wait to see more content for them!! ♡ (I love Yuusha too though!!)

Thank you! ♡

AHH HI HI thank you for the ask sheep!! 💕💕 (ask game here!)

GHSKDLFJ yeah adeuce is really obvious 😭 (but im still not against getting asks for them if anyone else is interested)

and actually!! i have something for yuuna and riddle so this is a really good excuse to actually show some of their dynamic :D

Yuuna & Riddle ━━━━━━✦

🌹: What kind of books do you like, Prefect?

🩷: I... I don't know. I don't read that often to know. Why are you asking?

The Heartslabyul Housewarden looked at the Ramshackle Prefect with disbelief and sighed.

🌹: ...That explains your slightly below average grades. I'm asking because I want to recommend you a leisurely book to read.

🩷: Oh, is that why you invited me to the library?

🌹: Of course. You're a frien– I mean – you're essentially an honorary Heartslabyul member, funnily enough. You're always at our Unbirthday parties after all. Additionally, if you get into the habit of reading, maybe those habits will rub off on Ace, Deuce, and Grim considering how close you all are together– –Ah, there it is.

A familiar book on the shelf caught Riddle's eye and went to get it for Yuuna.

🩷: Ooh, it has a cute cover. What is it about?

🌹: It's a really condensed-down version of a history of Twisted Wonderland. It's written for children. I think you'd like it, Prefect.

🩷: Th-thanks...?

Despite the implication of choosing this book for them, Yuuna still smiled sweetly at Riddle.

🩷: I appreciate the thought.

Their hands brushed against one another as Riddle handed the book over to Yuuna. Even if they both wore gloves for their school uniforms, that fleeting touch caused a slight jolting sensation throughout Riddle.

On top of that incredibly kind smile on the prefect's face, Riddle felt emotions that felt very new. Was it embarrassment? Awkwardness? Whatever it was, it felt unbecoming of him. He tried to shake it off, but the feeling persisted.

As his cheeks started to turn warm. Riddle couldn't help but wonder if he was coming down with something, but deep down, he knew that wasn't the case.

🌹: Ahem. In any case, finish reading the book as soon as possible and don't delay it any further.

[flockrest]

COLLAPSES OVER THE LITTLE DIFFERENCES IN HIS VOICE BETWEEN HIS BOTW AND TOTK YEARS PUNCHES THE GROUND PUNCHES THE GROUND PUNCHES THE GR

[slashaer]

oh how the mighty fall. or, in amethar's case, are pushed from grace. betrayal lays heavy on the once king's shoulders. flashes of someone he once called a friend sneaking up behind to stab amethar in the back. he felt like a fool for trusting so light handedly, and he vowed not to do be so naive again. that being said, he would not turn his back on his family, his people, nor someone who has been with him for some time, who stood by his side whenever she found herself in candia. amethar tends to his wounds the only way he knows how - messily, the short amount of salve he had in a pouch at his hip spread across the wounds that he could reach, himself, only wrapping them up one by one as he went along. 'i would understand if you decided to leave us,' man states in a deep voice, glancing up at hypatia with a stern brow, features stony and unreadable. 'standing with the rocks house now will only get you killed. no one would blame you for taking your leave,' @satellitewar.

[icharchivist]

now that i’m writing propagandas for polls for gbf i’m actually kinda relieved Belial didn’t make the cut in the angel swag tornament because i don’t really know how i could make a proper propaganda out “look at him. he has zero redeeming qualities. I adore him. Please vote for him.”

Like I  find the attrocities sexy but i can’t in good conscience just say “please vote Belial he beheaded the guy he was created at the same time as in order to sew his body to the head of his creator, whom he constantly talk about wanting to fuck, which he also repeats a lot in front of the widower of the guy he killed. do not connect what those two dots would mean for him”

[eoinmcgonigal]

16: Bill/Johnny

For the prompt from @almost-a-class-act: "I think the… kitchen is haunted?"

Shoutout to this event for keeping me going when I have absolutely nothing else lol

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It feels like only moments after he’s fallen asleep that Bill is woken up again. He shifts, blinking blearily in the light that’s spilling in from the hallway, silhouetting Johnny’s cautiously moving form.

“Wha’izzit?” he mumbles.

Johnny is creeping towards the bed, something off about his breathing. As Bill tries to sit up, he breathes: “I think the… kitchen is haunted?”

Bill huffs so heavily he almost collapses back down into bed.

“No, seriously!” Johnny insists. “I can hear… sounds…”

“Fuck sakes,” Bill sighs, slipping from beneath the covers. He scruffs his hair out of his eyes as he makes his way round the bed. “Come on.”

Johnny, in spite of all his usual bravery, lets Bill lead the way. “There is definitely something in there,” he breathes in a hushed tone.

“Mhm,” Bill agrees, squinting beneath the lights. He would rather be cosy in bed. This is utter nonsense, but he’ll humour Johnny. It’ll be nothing more than whatever movie Johnny has been watching and an overtired imagination. The kitchen is not haunted.

To prove his point, he flicks the light on when he reaches the kitchen. Behind him, Johnny squeaks and flinches back. Bill wants to say ‘see?’ as he casts his eye around and everything is as it should be.

“Over there,” Johnny says tightly, pointing towards the sink.

Bill crosses over to it, looking. Nothing. He picks up a bowl that was precariously stacked on two others, and has shifted. “This?”

He sets it down again, and it slides, so he leaves it.

“I wasn’t scared by the—”

Johnny freezes. There’s a noise. It’s a groan, something whining and protesting with all its tormented worth.

“There!” Johnny breathes. “That!”

Bill rubs his hand over his eyes, letting out a sigh. “Come here,” he says, walking towards the fridge-freezer.

As if frightened to be separated from him, Johnny follows. He squeaks again when the noise restarts, grabbing at the small of Bill’s back and clinging to a fistful of his top.

Bill opens the door, and the noise stops.

He closes it, and after five seconds it starts again.

“Why is it doing that?” Johnny pleads.

“You seriously didn’t notice it before?” Bill wonders.

“No?! That’s not natural!”

“It’s been like that for months.”

“It… has?”

Bill lets out a breath, ready to go back to bed. “I has, I promise.”

“Oh.”

“No haunted whatevers,” Bill emphasises. “Just a shitty fridge. Did you enjoy your movie?”

“Fuck you,” Johnny says softly, but there’s no venom in it. He is shaking, still clinging to Bill.

“Do you want me to check anything else?” Bill offers.

Johnny hesitates, and then shakes his head. “No, it’s—”

The bowl shifts again, and Johnny yelps.

“Bed?” Bill suggests.

Johnny nods, not letting go. It’s up to Bill to nudge him along, and to turn the light off as they go. So much for a nice early night while Johnny stays up to treat himself to a horror movie, he thinks, trying not to answer the shiver the ripples through him as something at the back of his own mind whispers: But what if…?

War is Helloween

[fragmentedblade]

Not to be a jingfu on main, but it's so cute that Jing Yuan thought of Fu Xuan with those jelly beans

[secrettastemakerland]

what better way to end 2023 than to have gone through every era imaginable (joined the 5sos fam, revived my love for rivals to lovers alvittany, simped over fictional characters on bookstagram via cute edits, met parents pipravi, had a 1989 vault track + reputation obsession, and cried over the inventors of every trope wildehopps) (oh and made like a million original posts on tumblr lol) (and ig i wrote some good fics here and there)

[b4kuch1n]

4, 11 and 13 for the ask game, pls! Thank you and have a good day!

ask game here!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

let's see we can list more of this! I draw birds and wings a decent amount and still every time I draw that I still have to look up one of those wing anatomy charts. I find I'm not well practiced with transparent materials yet, but I hope to get better at that in time. I'd like to get better at figuring out how to lay down a nature scene quickly too, I love to work with that in theory but in practice every time I draw that kind of background I had to stare at like eighty tabs of refs the whole way through. I'm such a city kid through and through...

I'm mostly blessed to not have to worry about hands and shoes too much, I usually have an okay time with them, but I do have days I call bad hand days and bad shoe days the way folks have bad hair days. sometimes even things I like drawing and usually have a good time with don't come out right! just gotta stand up and do something else for a bit

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

absolutely! especially nowadays. I rotate between my current favourite albums and youtube videos/stream VODs. the most consistent caveat is I cannot listen to anything with a plot. that will distract me way too much to draw at the same time.

I also call my friends and hang out in vc while drawing sometimes! especially if I really need to get something done. this is honestly the only way to subject me to new medias I don't know about

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

ahh this is hard... I usually don't look too hard into things I don't actively care about. I guess I'd say the Phong Dương comic team, they're immensely talented people who practically carried Vietnamese comic on their back for a while, and I love Thành Phong's inking style, I just... can't read their comics. for some reasons. they just flow off the back of my skull! I still have all three volumes of Long Thần Tướng currently out on my shelf, but every time I try reading them they just don't stick. I'm honestly kinda mad abt this lol

[lunaetis]

@maquiscursed asked :

Xiao materialises at Lumine's side at their agreed rendez-vous point; delayed only by the unexpected appearance of demonic forces that had required his attention, as can be deduced from the (light, non-critical) scratches and traces of battle on millennial body, from the fatigue painted upon stern features. Still, this is no matter to worry about - he has been through much worse in the past. All he needs before they can go and enjoy the festival is a short rest; golden-winged peng flopping onto grassy ground and tentatively (as though she of all people would reject him - old habits die hard) resting his head in her lap, and closing his eyes with a sigh. "Sorry. Just give me a moment." A moment to rest and heal; right under the protective cocoon of her own golden wings. (i saw you wanted sof and i can finally send you sof so here u go)

pls give me sof. || always accepting

─「荧」─  THE CELESTIAL was never the type to fuss over details like meeting time, especially when most of the time, the traveler was the one being pulled aside for commissions and assistances that resulted in her being late to a meeting or two. today, however, marked a rather special meet up as the outlander found herself humming softly while waiting for a certain someone. it was weird, she noted. waiting for him somehow gave a sense of delight instead of anything negative. was it due to the fact that she could feel him at the end of their spiritual link ? or was it because it reminded her how long she had been waiting to find him that small wait such as this one became so insignificant ?

                the inquiry wasn't answered, however, for he had made his ARRIVAL so her line of thoughts was cut short.

                " ah, xiao — " golden hues lit up instinctively as her face tilted upwards from where she was seated. the sight of the YAKSHA mildly exhausted with a few light scratches here and there were more than enough for her to understand what might have transpired that caused the slight delay. before she could voice out her curiosity, however, his form already flopped himself onto the grassy ground. there was a split second hint of HESITATION before he gently rested his head on her lap.

                the weight and the slight warmth placing itself upon her lap coupled with how he immediately closed his eyes from fatigue prompted a light, adoring chuckle from her lips. it was a rare sight coming from the ever-so-vigilant and dedicated protector of liyue. like clockwork, her partially gloved digits found themselves treading through his forest locks, carefully running them through the dark strands in a soothing, calming manner.

                " you have nothing to apologize for. this wait is nothing. " the tone she carried was soft, smooth like velvet. they both had waited this long to find each other, any other time in between was INSIGNIFICANT. her other hand couldn't help itself from tracing over his arm, and tender golden light began to radiate from her palm. the SIX-GOLDEN WINGS slowly spread behind her, a clear giveaway how her celestial power was being summoned. the gentle amber light enveloped around the yaksha, healing power lifting away any traces of wounds or injuries he had attained in the recent battle. the light itself was warm, very much like the touch of dawn so defiant to allow any taint of demonic aura to be left upon his skin.

                " all better. " the outlander was PROUD of her work, where she caught his hand that rested over his body before bringing it to her lips. the way her mouth ghosted over his healed knuckles allowed him to feel the brush of golden locks against his hand, and the soft humming of the mark glowing just below his HEART.

                " can't let anyone think they can leave any scars on my name holder now, can i ? "

                one would chalk that up as her not wanting any trace of karmic debt or demonic aura to TAINT his being, but there was a hint of childish possessiveness in her voice, one that the protector would be able to catch. it was subtle, yet easy to note. given how their hearts and souls are linked, there's no secret she could keep from him. it seemed that ying didn't like the idea of anyone daring to hurt him. a silly notion for someone who had fought in countless wars and attained numerous scars before.

                " don't open your eyes yet. " he'd feel how her hand came over his eyes, and the softest of touch would be felt upon his lips. the rhythm of THEIR HEARTBEATS appeared to be synched in that moment. it a soft, quiet kiss to seal their secret rest time, away from people's eyes, and protected by the cocooning of her translucent celestial wings.

                no one would pay much attention if they were a little late for the festival, right ?

[vwritesaus]

so i emerge from twt and radio silence to accounce that this account will be rising from the ashes of dormancy very soon

but i'm warning u all now, i am NOT responsible for my actions or for all the shadowhunter chronicles fics that will be coming your way

especially with all the aus under the sun that i can think of (including a modern/reincarnation au & a soulmate au already in the works)

especially with the characters from TLH

especially with thomastair

thank you for your attention

[frecklystars]

Different anon here, interested in what you have to say about Ryan's voice and his characters, I was wondering if you can write a bit on Sebastian Wilder?

AH, YES... I feel like I'm being repetitive if I bring up the soft fricatives/gentle consonants again, over and over, so I'll use some videos as examples while I'm rambling here. I'm honestly just going to be throwing my words out into the void and seeing if it sticks. Half of this is me just gushing about how much I like the sound of his voice instead of rly analyzing it like I did with previous anon. I'm not sure if you wanted me to write on the softness of his voice specifically or if I can take the reigns... I think I'll touch on a little bit of everything ❤

Sebastian's vibe is all low-hooded long-lashed eyes, whiskey pink lips, and his voice is no different. He's got a very laid back and somber way of speaking even when he isn't quite an overly laid back type of person.

I enjoy the moments when his voice is deeper with the smallest bit of husk at the edges during the dinner/argument scene like when it's wavering through the line "...a couple years, at least, just this record" (timestamp 2:30) and moments later "do you like the music I'm playing?" (2:53) It's... the gentle quiver at the end of his sentences, the hoarse edge to it. agh. weakens me.

Now, let me touch on his singing voice for a bit...

Sebastian's singing is... warm. He wrangles it into something smooth and self assured. Low and throaty. His lisp is a bit more noticeable when he's singing City of Stars (the solo version). Honorable mention to the smallest rasp melding into 42 seconds.

Another quick thing I want to shout out, cute little subtle waver in his voice again "...from all the way up there" (2:29)

AND how fucking soft his line delivery is here when he says "...and she loved it, and she loved it so much--" (34 seconds) and "I'm sorry?" (51 seconds)

I don't have the proper wording to describe how even his shouting is pleasing to the ears but just take my word for it. Maybe it's the grit. The echo. Who knows!!!! I just think he's pretty. His voice. Is pretty. And his face. And... yeah I haven't slept, you can tell