#Writing Shed

[the-pen-pot]

Twinkle lights and creativity for the win!

[feefal]

Wanna make a drawing that’s inspired by the whole “Eve was created from the rib of Adam”.

I imagine it would take a lot of rib bones to construct a whole adult skeleton, so it’ll be a feral, bloodied Eve standing amidst a pile of crumpled Adam’s with their rib bones stolen

[generalsdiary]

Sunday mannerisms I noticed during the 2.7 livestream

when he finds something funny or amusing but doesn't laugh out loud - his right wing twitches

when he is happy or joyous - his left wing twitches

when he is flustered, shy or laughing out loud - both wings twitch

[explodingstarlight]

I adore this little family

slightly more zoomed in version:

[yuuchama]

(Leona Kingscholar x gender neutral reader)

Leona had groaned and ranted against you sleeping in his bed all night. "There's no room," he claimed while sprawled out on a mattress wide enough to fit an entire Spelldrive team. If you laid down to claim the bed's edge, he'd kick you to the carpet or nudge you over the side and quickly pretend to be asleep. The hours he spent coming up with excuses and dirty tricks would have been better spent actually sleeping.

Many times he'd yawn and repeat, "what kind of herbivore willingly crawls into the den of a beast?" while keeping you at arm's length. Every time you thought he was out cold and snuck back over, he'd swat you away. It was a raging battle of endurance.

Yet when morning came, Leona sang a completely different tune. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of staying up late. Perhaps he was just done fighting his feelings. At some point he really did fall asleep, allowing you to take over one pillow and the fringed corner of a blanket. They were temporary luxuries.

You awoke with the heavy prince on top of you, each slow breath warm against your ear as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder. His arm curled around your head. Strands of long, dark brown hair stuck to your lips. Sunlight poured through the windows, bringing the dry heat of the day with it. You could have cooled off by moving a leg if the prince hadn't hooked his own knee over your thighs.

"Leona...?" You whispered the name. The pressure of his chest pushing down on yours made inhaling an inconvenience. Your hope that he would wake up was successfully answered by a twitch of his ear against your cheek.

"Leona, I can't breathe." Though still half asleep and uncoordinated, you felt uncomfortable. The sensation of pins and needles danced in your hands, along the bottom of your feet, and you wanted to roll over. Leona's tail tuft began to swish lazily, trailing over the hem of your shirt. Bit by bit, it helped you wake. "I want to get up."

You strained to move out from under the mass of muscles, grabbing the mattress's edge to pull yourself up. Leona huffed and buried his face further against your skin. There was an odd sensation at the base of your neck. A little damp, a little sharp, and very warm. Leona gently nipped at your throat until you stopped trying to escape.

"Did you just bite me?" Though tired, you were now fully awake and could take in more of the situation. Leona responded with a sleepy grunt. You retaliated with a couple strikes to his side, weakly aiming for the only spots within reach. "You're hot! Let me up!"

It was the wrong course of action. Leona stirred, only to move his arm across your chest and lock both legs around yours. Fingertips grasped at the fabric of your attire. "Be quiet," he grumbled, turning his face towards yours. He knew you'd talk less if your chin had to fight the weight of his head.

You were more stuck than before. "I can't move."

"Should have listened when I warned you." You were nothing more than captured prey in the lion's embrace.

Leona's chest returned to a rhythmic rise and fall as the morning birdsong lulled him back to sleep. You were going to have to put up with his body heat for a few more hours.

[muliwamm]

Me when jjk writers write Nanami saying, "[something something] when I get back from Shibuya."

[dailydoseoffanfics]

⭐️ SELF AWARE FORSAKEN AU (GENERAL HEADCANONS)

⭐️ a/n: my first x reader post that i actually wrote (i think) heh. /silly ANYWAYS this idea has been my brainrot for a while and TBH i'm not sure if I'm able to execute it well but. fuck it we ball 🔥🔥🔥🔥 ALSO I'M ONLY GOING TO DO NOOB, TWO TIME AND CHANCE FOR NOW CUZ THEY'RE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT I HAVE SOME IDEAS FOR.... (DON'T WORRY I'LL MAKE ANOTHER POST ABOUT THE OTHER SURVIVORS AS WELL)

⭐️ warnings: possibly ooc but I DON'T GIVE A SHITE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (kinda), also really fucking long

⭐️ reader is gender-neutral so they/them pronouns are used!

(1) <- you're here! (2)

You're a really normal fan about a Roblox game called "Forsaken".......yeah.....totally a really normal and sane fan about that game. But lately, you've noticed something weird about the characters you're playing.

The characters have varying reactions into finding out they're being controlled by something....or someone (you).

⭐️

NOOB (Noob uses they/them pronouns btw if ya'll forgot!)

Bro has NO clue what's happening right.

It was that one specific round, the usual running away from killers, hiding behind walls hoping that they don't get spotted. It just another round. Or so they though.

During that round, while they're in hiding, they felt some type of.....warmth.

They ignored it at first. Could be just instincts.

But this warmth was....growing? In a way that this warmth was growing stronger, and they feel this type of.....force.

It was controlling their movements, and Noob could hear a faint voice.

Noob is looking around, their mind running places. What is going on? Who is controlling them? And WHY are they doing this???

Noob felt their fear increase. It was already bad that they're getting chased by killers every single round, but when they become aware of this type of, weird force, that's somehow controlling every single of their movement, and hearing a voice that's so far yet so close? Not too mention that Noob didn't even know who you are, no face, no name, nothing. Noob just thought that they lost their mind for good.

What's even worse is that they don't if they can actually trust you. For all they know, you might be some kind of sadistic person that controls people for fun and takes pleasure in seeing people suffer.

That's why Noob tried to stop whatever force this is. Keyword: tried.

No matter how much effort they put into escaping this grasp, like trying to go into an opposite direction or just standing still, it wasn't enough.

Eventually, when the round ends, Noob is just in their designated room, laying on their bed, wondering what in almighty christ just happened.

Their mind kept replaying that incident. Genuinely WHO WAS THAT PERSON? AND WHY WAS THIS PERSON CONTROLLING THEM? WHAT DID THEY EVEN DO TO BE SUBJECTED TO...WHATEVER THIS IS???

Their paranoia is multiplied by 10x. Every new round, their face is noticeably more fearful, they're more jumpy, and they're looking around EVERYWHERE. They look like they're on a brink of a mental breakdown. Usually the other survivors got used to Noob's shakiness, but when the survivors noticed Noob getting jumpscared by literally any sounds, that's where the suspicion comes in (Two Time was the first to notice).

Even if Noob feels dread whenever they feel that same warmth, somewhere deep inside of their mind, it feels..... oddly calming?

Overall, Noob is NOT having a good time. Noob will flat out NOT trust you in the beginning, and probably thinks you're up to no good, so they'll try to avoid you as much as possible (even if they fail everytime). You're gonna have to be REALLY patient with them, Noob being trapped in this time-looping game is already bad enough for them. (Think about this video LMAO)

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TWO TIME (also uses they/them!)

Two Time is......perplexed. They don't know how to feel about this.

Before Two Time gained awareness, Two Time noticed Noob being more jittery than usual. So they confronted Noob about their behavior lately, and (tried to) comforted Noob. (I headcanon Two Time to be a pretty observant person, and while Two Time is usually closed off, they interact with Noob the most. Second being Elliot.)

So this situation about some kind of....force....controlling Noob? Hm.

Two Time thinks about that interaction, and doesn't just brush that conversation off. They will keep in mind of that, questioning about this "force", with furrowed eyebrows and a questioning gaze on their face as they walk down the hallway of the cabin they live in with the other survivors. (I also headcanon Two Time to be kind of...an overthinker. A great listener, but I think they would think too much about things. ALSO also feel like they're generally an anxious and paranoid fella, and it's canon that they're a little crazy in the membrane, so uh, they're pretty much unstable.)

And that's where it happened. Right after that interaction with Noob with a new round started, they felt warm. The type of warmth Noob described, a type of force that's controlling them.

Two Time felt their blood ran cold. Oh...wow. Two Time understands Noob's fearfulness now.

Immediately doing everything on their willpower to escape out of this force even just for little. They're LOCKED THE FUCK IN trying to stand like a statue (with the survivors giving Two Time weird looks and YOU, my dear player, being confused by this absurd behavior your character that you're playing as right now is showing).

Unfortunately, Two Time's attempt was futile, as their legs are jerked forward, forcing them to participate in the round. Throughout the round, Two Time's mind is running a marathon, while also making more attempts to get out this..warmth feeling off of them.

When the round ends, they would....keep this as a secret for some reason. We all know that Two Time's an enigmatic person, they want secrets to be kept as secrets. (Even then, their weird behavior earlier might've confirmed Noob's suspicion that there was, INDEED, something is controlling them.)

I feel like bro would just go from "OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS SHIT HOLY SHIT I DON'T LIKE THIS PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" to "wait.....what if they're some type of god...omg am i the chosen one ?!?! 🤯🤯🤯"

So the more rounds you played, the more they're starting to think that you're.....a type of deity. And they're slowly starting to stop their escape attempts of the "force".

It's canon that Two Time used to be a part of a cult that believes in the concept of respawning, and this belief grew stronger as time went on, so Two Time thinks that they've been blessed by the gods, and while Two Time can't really hear well of what you're saying, YOU might possibly get them out of this hellhole.

So basically, they slowly went from dreading your presence to......seeking your presence.

Doesn't help that they're pretty unstable though. My guy's gonna look STRAIGHT at you the screen with a smile that you don't whether they despise you or they worship you, which scares the LIVING shit out of you, making you exit out of the game QUICKLY.

And when you exit the game, the warmth automatically disappears from Two Time......which Two Time immediately felt disappointed with. They didn't mean to make you scared! They just wanted to know more about you!

Yeah, Two Time's bummed about that, but now, you're on their mind, and their feelings is having a battle of whether they should be weary of you or trust you.

(Will they eventually be obsessed with you and be desperate of your approval making them do anything, and by ANYTHING, they do for you? Maybe......possibly......likely....)

Overall, Two Time won't trust you at first. But overtime, they'll think you're like a deity or something similar, which is where they'll let you do whatever you want with them. (And where their obsession slowly starts.)

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CHANCE (canonically uses he/they!)

Chance is.....confused by all of this.

Chance was the third person to notice Noob's weird behavior. Overtime, they also noticed Two Time being...more in La La Land as well.

Chance just shrugs it off. Eh, he just thinks both of them are generally paranoid, and doesn't think too much about it.

HOWEVER, something weird happened to Chance today. When a new round started, they felt something.....odd in their body.

They felt warm, but a type of warmth that is....controlling his movements.

.......Ooooookay. This is weird.......... DEFINITELY weird.

Chance is caught off guard by this, and while some type of force is making him go to who knows what, his mind is jumbled.

Bro is CONFUSED, BEWILDERED, SURPRISED. He's having profound feelings of confusion.

They would be a teeny tiny bit scared at first, because, WOAH, HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS GOING ON????

But eventually, they would become....curious about this force.

Not only do they feel this type of warmth, but they also hear a voice as well......the voice's too muffled. Chance thinks it's probably his luxurious headphones, so he takes them off. The voice's still too muffled, damn. (You definitely noticed Chance taking off their headphones. You immediately go suspicious. Is your mind playing tricks on you or was this just a new animation apart of the new update that the developers forgot to mention?)

I feel like Chance would be the most calm about this. His canon personality type is ENFP, and ENFPs are usually social and open-minded, so I definitely see Chance wanting to know more about you. He doesn't think of you as a scary individual, and yea sure, he may be a little bit on edge, but he feels like you don't seem to be a bad person, which is why Chance becomes interested in you.

Chance would try to communicate with you by looking at the screen and giving you a smirk......which you immediately close your laptop.

Chance feels the warmth disappear, he feels like that one Spongebob meme that has a teardrop, while you on the other hand, feel like you're going insane.

Welp, guess he's gotta find a way to talk to you without making you feel scared.

He wonders if you'll like his pet bunny, Spade.

Overall, the most chill about this situation. He wants to interact with you more.

[crowliphale]

The downside of 2/3 of your direct family being covered in fur

[nkoprra]

i want a girl dad!toji , who learned from his mistakes w his first son and is desperately trying to right his wrong , who was never expecting a child w you let along a baby girl .

he didn't know what to do , and frankly , neither did you , but as you two finally decided on something , regardless of the outcome , it was already too late to even consider alternative options . you found out about your pregnancy late , and twelve weeks had already passed.

but he vows , the moment he feels the little creature kick inside your belly , how he would love them and protect them no matter what , just like he did with you . he was not going to be tied to what his demons dictate anymore .

and the vow to protect his little girl was renewed when he finally got to meet her , with your exhausted body holding her , toji's convictions were set . he was going to be the best dad to his little princess .

he would change and feed his little baby hoshiko , he would teach her how to fish , take pictures of every milestone she achieved , dance with her and you around his arms and especially he would watch every single barbie , princess and monster high film there has been released up to date . he would memorize her favorite character and always be sure to buy her toy .

in which every birthday koko was celebrated he would secretly shed some tears. you would find him in one ocation . crying in a princess dress that didn't fit him , his nails poorly painted and a crinkled paper crown . it was koko's fourh birthday and he saw megumi and koko smile , play and interact like siblings . you smile , your husband looking quite ridiculous and cute , but overall pitiful . it was your duty to hold him as he calmed down , toji never believed himself to be a good human . you digressed his beliefs , he proved himself with every tear you wiped off his face and with every aspiration he was telling you for his kids of how good of a human he actually was . even after all of his mistakes .

[naffeclipse]

Ecdysis

Reader x Naga!Sun & Naga!Moon

Commission Info

I'm so excited to present @crazedauthor's naga boys from their fic Coiled Around the Fine Line Between Love and Fear! They requested some TLC with Sun needing to shed, and a nervous but willing Y/N to help with the process! Enjoy!

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The jungle heat has driven you into the cool depths of the cave Sun and Moon have made into their home, and you are content to steal a few moments without the nagas overtaking the space with the muscular coils of their bodies. It’s not often that you find yourself alone. Moon especially would have taken to the back of the cave to hunker in the dark to find some rest, but he is not here, blearily peering a red eye at you. Neither is Sun. He is quick to attend to your needs and fuss over you, but not at this moment.

Strange. You rub your arms and sit anxiously in the solitude. You’ve grown used to their presence, even if you have not settled comfortably into their nature. Snakes have never been your favorite—which is an understatement. 

It is not long that splashing fills the air, and you tilt your head towards its source. There’s a watering hole, a small, clear pond not too far from the cave. Though the splashing does not echo with violence, it continues in struggling, lapping sounds against your ears. 

Curiosity pricks you. Despite your better judgement, you carefully poke your head from the cave and the stirring of water grows. It wouldn’t involve your nagas, would it? Who else could it be? An answer that both terrifies and propels you, inch by inch, out of the cavern mouth and into the boiling humidity that takes the jungle by its throat. 

Insects buzzes and speed past your head. You slap a hand against your neck to squish a tiny flying creature. Lush green vines hang and drape, almost catching the corner of your shoulder as you tiptoe towards the water source. A dozen possibile worse case scenarios fill your head at what is battering and swashing the water. 

You come to a natural, leafy barrier between the pond and yourself, and when you dare to pull the thick frondy curtains back, you breathe out softly. 

Inside of the pond, hanging at the edge of dry land, is Sun. The naga’s golden scales sparkle in their wet sheen and almost burn a molten gold in the sunlight. His tail dips deeper into the pond, and he squirms in an odd manner, his arms reaching around his body as if to scratch an itch he can’t quite reach with the wicked curve of his claws. His expression, much like his name, warms when his flower-blue eyes catch you peering at his bathing.

“Friend!” Sun’s hissing joy startles you, and you almost turn on your heels and bolt back to the cave for some sense of safety and a refuge from the heat now soaking against your body, but you blush too fiercely to think of escape. Is he bathing? Moon doesn’t seem to mind water but Sun hasn’t dipped into it as much, or at least, from what you’ve seen. 

“Are you alright?” you ask, stepping into the open to brush away your embarrassment at being caught like a peeping tom. You aren’t sure if this is intrusive, but Sun rests his arms on the lush grass on the edge of the pond and looks up to you with a wide smile, even if there is a tight, uncomfortable pinch around his eyes.

“Oh, yes, I’ve never been better,” he chirps like one of the bright and dancing birds that so often search for mates among the boughs of the jungle trees. It does not keep, however, as he begins twisting his hands. His shoulders tense and squirm up and down, as if trying to wiggle out of a rather tight shirt that’s been pinching and rubbing. “Well, I could use some help, if you wouldn’t mind?”

Your stomach clenches but a niggling curiosity takes hold. 

“What is it?” You take a step forward, nearing the watery edge. A slight waft of coolness from the pond entices you closer still.

Sun’s petal like adornments about his face seem to flutter slightly, his expression enticing but careful as he asks, “I’m shedding, and it is very difficult removing the old skin from my back. I could wait, but that would take some time, and it’s not very comfortable. Would you be so kind as to lend a hand?”

Shedding. Your skin crawls with the idea of removing a layer of yourself, but theirs is not human flesh, is it? Not to mention how… intimate it appears. The experience would only be one of nagas, and you’re not certain how much of that you can entertain.

You peer closer to Sun and study how soft and lighter his face and shoulders appear. Peeking just behind his back is a sheath of scales, translucent and pale yellow, now clinging to the top of his back like a caplet. He’s in the midst of removing an old, too small layer.

You gulp slightly. You wring your hands.

“I’m not sure…” 

You shudder with the presence of other eyes upon you. With the awareness of a small prey animal, you snap your head to a cluster of trees overhanging a side of the pond not a few steps from where you and Sun converse. Tucked into the emerald grass, coiled tight and laying upon his folded arms, is Moon. 

His red eyes glint lazily over you. A yawn stretches forth, exposing fangs before the naga settles back into his cozy position, further enshrouded by his hood-like covering. His blue scales shimmer like starlight in the shadows of the tree. It’s not often you see him outside of the cave during daylight.

He was watching you the whole time, and you almost missed him. You ignore another shudder down your spine.

“Why not have Moon help you?” It would be better that a naga help another naga, right? You wouldn’t know where to begin, even if it is… intriguing to consider such a process.

“Moon can never get Sun up in the dead of night to help with his shedding,” Moon hisses with an oily snark.

You screw up your expression at his use of third-person, but Sun lashes his tail. The water ripples violently against the edges. 

“I have done no such thing, Moon,” he shrilly declares.

The blue naga’s mouth curls up at the corners in a wicked smile, so teasing and terrible, as he aims it directly at you. You’re forced to look away, fighting a creeping blush.

Taking a deep breath, you study Sun as he turns back to you. His upper body moves stiffly, caught in a vice that must be constricting. You find the line upon his chest where he started working down, the fresh, shiny new scales shimming like gold plates in the sunlight, but the old layer clings to him like dust, like decay. 

You draw hands over your own arms, imagining how terrible it would be, and pluck courage from somewhere deep within you to dare venture to the water’s edge. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say softly.

“Excellent.” Sun’s sissing joy leaps nearly out of the pond, but he moves slowly, so unlike his energetic self to present his back to you. The brilliant orange and yellow hues to his scaly spine are dulled by old scales ready to be lifted away. 

Slowly, ignoring the muddy heat and the slight dampness as you sit at the pond’s lapping edge, you feel Sun’s careful gaze upon you from the corner of his eyes. His big blue gaze peers carefully, hopefully, as he gently glides himself into your reach. The back of his hips nearly bump against your knees that you must hold tight to keep from bouncing at the anxiety-inducing closeness which you now have with a shedding naga. Another stare holds heavy upon you from the darkness underneath the cluster of trees, which is more difficult to ignore.

But the first peelings of the old skin clearly hang about the middle of Sun’s shoulder blades. There, they seem to agitate and remain unpurged from his scales. The strangeness is that you can see the pattern of his overlapping scales in the old skin. The impression of the design of life. Fresh, gleaming scales wait underneath with a soft, almost polished quality to them, waiting to emerge and harden into what they are meant to be.

“What do I do?” you half-whisper. 

“Carefully pull the shed down and away from my body,” he instructs, “Don’t yank, simply ease it back.”

You nod and carefully take hold of the smooth yet cold, lifeless skin. In order to not gross yourself out with too detailed an understanding of exactly what you’re doing, you begin to tug the layer down Sun’s spine.

The flesh gently gives way. You hear the slight sound of the skin separating, and you stop once in horror that you might have hurt Sun. He gives no indication save for a slight fluttering of his petal-like rays upon his head. He seems to hold his breath.

“Keep going,” he says slightly strained, “You’re doing great.”

“Are you sure?” You do not feel the same. “Does it hurt?”

“Oh no,” he says but it comes a bit rough from his throat, as if he’s dying to unsheath himself from this old form. “It feels rather wonderful, actually. Please, continue.”

At that, you realize that he is in dire need of relief, and you peel down the shed further, moving past his shoulder blades and almost midway down his back before Sun gives a deeper, rumbling sigh than you have ever heard from the naga. You nearly startle and stop. A great length of shed is now dangling from his back, and you marvel at the intrinsic back muscles lining the naga’s body. He’s lithe and shining and golden. Beautiful.

“Distracted, are we?” Moon hisses from the shadows.

You almost tear Sun’s shed in your hands from the quip, and though you burn in the face from the comment, you regain your composure enough to follow Sun’s urging to continue.

“Go a little slower,” Sun says, rising up to meet the demand of you pulling lower and lower, “Careful now. It’s best to not tear the shed. Take hold of it with both hands—yes, like that. Hold close to where the scales are separated from my body. There. That’s it… Oh, that’s wonderful.”

Sun hums a hissing, delightful sound. A great shiver overtakes the naga, and you carefully watch the shed grow in length. The once glorious layer that decorated Sun falls away, and a new, glinting  and soft set emerges. 

You never thought nagas could be so beautiful.

It must feel nice the further and further you go down his tail. Sun moves with you, allowing you to stay seated while gingerly peeling off the shedded scales. He works in time, going down the front of his person as you work his back, ridding himself of old and tight scales. He must feel brand new. Like he took a dazzling shower and scrubbed all of the flakes from his person. 

“Why do you shed?” you ask quietly, not realizing that you now stand in the cool water up to your knees, bending over the shining middle of Sun’s long, serpentine tail. 

“We do so for growth,” Sun hums, very pleased and relieved as you take several more inches of old scales from his body. “Our bodies need more room constantly, both in our environment and our scales.”

He sighs deeply, and you find yourself smiling.

“You look brand new. Like a gold bar.”

He perks up, now leaning against the pond’s edge, resting his arms against the bank while you pull the old scales from his form.

“Thank you.”

You don’t know if he knows what a gold bar is, but he seems content. There are more scales to peel and his tail is long and sleek in the pond water. Sun is good to keep still save for when he pushes his tail closer into your hands while you gently pull down and away, and move to the next section, forming a ring down the muscular thickness of his tail. 

The very tip of his body wiggles slightly as you near the end, as if he can’t endure the anticipation of being entirely free from the old, worn, and tight scales. 

It’s a bit hypnotizing. Perhaps you don’t have to fear so much when you have work to do with your hands. Or perhaps it might be another ability of the nagas. You don’t dare ask. 

Sun didn’t ask you to go this far, but by the time you remember such a detail, you have reached the very end of his tail. 

A breath leaves Sun, the naga sighing happily before he straightens. Gathering the shedded scales that now float along the surface of the pond, he gently picks the last of the old scales. You watch as his tail is born anew in the coolness of the pond. The translucent scales are gathered neatly in Sun’s hands. A whole mass that seems so much bigger until Sun disposes of the shedding on the grass. The wet layer deflated, and what once fit around the entire naga is now thin and lifeless. 

Beautiful and strange. You are finding that most things are.

“Thank you,” Sun breathes.

“I’m glad I could help.” You smile shyly before waddling back to your spot on the edge of the pond. With legs blissfully cool, you sit in the sunshine and listen to the chitters of insects, and admire Sun. A serpent so unlike any being you have ever experienced. 

“Brand new,” he echoes as he returns to you. His smile is wide, showing the tips of his fangs, but your heart only somersaults a little in your chest. “I do feel wonderful. I don’t suppose you humans experience anything like that?”

“Shedding? No,” you shake your head quickly, then chuckle softly. “We do regrow our skin cells, but not all at once. It happens in little flakes so small that we don’t notice most of the time.”

Sun hopes as he nears you. Holding carefully still, you watch his hand take your arm, and gently draw his tapered fingertips against your skin. Softly, he watches as white, ashy lines appear, and he muses before rubbing away the particles with his thumb.

“Fascinating.” He lifts his gaze. “It is only a shame I can’t return the favor.”

“Oh, there’s no need,” you quickly promise. “Really, you seem comfortable and happy. That’s all that matters.”

Sun’s eyes tighten slightly, but his smile doesn’t waver. Inching closer, Sun laps his arms upon your lap and rests his head. You stop breathing as the naga drapes off of your knees and into the water. There, he remains, and you cannot help but touch one of the petals upon his head with wonder. 

When you lift your eyes, you find Moon’s sleepy gaze watching you. For once, he seems content to rest. Perhaps you did a well enough job of helping his brother to not earn another tease from the blue naga.

[mao-likes-2-draw]

[iambrillyant]

“sometimes you need to repot yourself in a better environment so you can finally grow. just like a plant outgrows its pot, your soul craves a space where it can stretch and thrive. breathing new air, shedding old habits, trusting the changes, finding the right room to bloom.”

— billy chapata

[imaginespazzi]

I've been contemplating for a while about how I want to write this post.

And I think I could probably write paragraphs upon paragraphs about Paige Bueckers.

About what she has meant to me as a UConn fan, as a basketball fan, as a fan of Paige the player and perhaps most importantly, as a fan of Paige Bueckers the person.

But this is all I really have to say.

Paige is a star.

And last night, she officially joined a different constellation.

It's bittersweet really because, technically, I suppose in a a way it means she's no longer "now for UConn, at guard, a 6'0 senior from Hopkins, Minnesota PAIGE BUECKERS"

But at the end of the day, no matter the constellation, all stars, are part of the same night sky.

And Paige Bueckers? No matter where she is, to me, she'll always be the brightest star of them all and I can't wait for her to conquer this new galaxy.

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

idk this was funny in my head lol

[cuttlefishcorraller]

why do people make sodapop so dumb? he dropped out at SIXTEEN.

if any of the gang were to be dumb, it would be dally. bro stopped going at what, 10? 11? or probably even younger than that.

[v-poreons]

OCposting..... This is Coven :3 she's a witch who specializes in luck magic! I need to post her so I can yap about her more, she's rotating in my brain at top speed

(Also her bf belongs to @oodliedoodlies hiiii hiiiiiiii hi hi hi)