#and we got this monstrocity

[barrymccaulkinem]

ive seen someone saying that bc things are worse we should think more about voting and how important it is and i want to remind you that kamala harris spent her campaign promising to be this bad too, and she's somewhat competent at governance and PR so she would be getting away with it better

you just long for the sense of security you never should have felt under biden or obama in the first place and it is absolutely foolish. you watched them pave the way to this and gleefully participate in it. every democrat faced with an opportunity to help you will not, because the best thing they do is talk and the second best is rolling over for fascists.

stop living in a hypothetical where harris somehow, for some reason flips on all her monstrous promises (contradicting the will of the money) and is a good king. everything about her and her party would have to be different for that to happen.

stop wasting your energy lusting after a competent tyrant and start figuring out how you and your neighbors can feed and clothe each other

[roxie-proxy]

Roxie's Death

The moths swarm around her, still restrained by the overlord she attempts to weave a spell, any spell. The overlord begins to squeeze, she can feel the air escaping her body bit by bit. Roxie's vision begins to blur...

She's back at her mother's house, it's a sunny day. She opens the front door, an owl begins chirping in a room further down the hallway. "Celeste?" Roxie asks, unsure. The owl flies out of the room it was previously in after hearing Roxie's voice. Roxie reaches out an arm, which it lands on. "I forgot to put on my glove" she winches in pain as the owls talons dig into her skin. Celeste tilts her head. "Oh no it's okay, I can handle it" Roxie whispers assuringly. "Aurora, is that you?" A voice yells from upstairs. "No Ash, it's Roxie!" she responds.

"I'll be down in a minute, love!" Ash shouts back. Roxie walks into the first room to the right, a living room. A woman is sleeping in a rocking chair near the fireplace, her grey hair in a braid. Roxie taps her on the shoulder. "Hey mam, ik ben thuis." She whispers. As the women opens her eyes she mumbles "Hey Amber." "Mam, ik ben niet Amber. You know what happened to her." The woman's blue eyes begin to tear up. "Het spijt me, Roxie."

Celeste flies to one of her posts, also near the fire. Roxie opens one of the cabinets and grabs some bandages, which she wraps around the arm the owl was just on. Ash walks into the room. A human with long, brown hair, the scent of which Roxie loved more than anything else, her lips forming a smile, lips Roxie wishes she got the chance to kiss one last time. Her eyes dull, that's new. "We both know what happens next." Ash says right before a spell hits her directly in the back of her head, causing her to fall to the floor. Nora, roxies mom repeats one last time "Het spijt me."

Roxie closes her eyes, the next time she opens them she's on an island, floating miles above the ground, there are several more around her. She falls to her knees and begins sobbing. "What's the matter? First planeswalk?" A voice asks behind her.

She stands outside the Biblioplex, preparing a spell, as most around her do as well. A symbol forming in the clouds, which nobody pays particular attention to. ϕ

Suddenly the sky break open. Tendrils, no, branches slamming into the ground, bringing with them monstrocities the likes of which she's never seen before. The moment they become visible everyone begins hurling spells at them. "Hold line!" One of the deans yells behind her.

But they just kept coming, every time one was taken down two more showed up to take it's place, she saw people around her begin to falter, the invaders pushing ever closer.

And then the fronts collided, and she saw those she had grown to love turn sides on them, having to fight off the warped faces of her closest friends. She knew she couldn't hurt her friends, no matter what they looked like, so she ran.

"I'm better at hiding than at fighting" she thought. Turning a corner she bumped into dean Shaille.

"Oh, dean, thank the dragons you're here. We're losing the front and I was thinking maybe we should fall ba-"

Something whipped around her leg, the dean using her now metal talons to hold Roxie in place. "Do you ever wonder what happened to that one?" She asks as everything fades away.

She's in House, next to her friends, a horde of creatures is coming their way, everyone doing their part to help. She copies fuel, better than her sad attempts at fighting. An omenpath opens up and everyone goes trough, she turns back one last time before going trough, happy to have left the place alive. Vasro turns to her, "That wasn't you though, was it?"

She limps trough the hallways, her leg still bleeding after the thing got her. She sits down. "I'm sure I can rest for a second" she says before closing her eyes.

When she opens them again she is surrounded, about four people are looking at her. "Oh, she's awake." one of them says. She jumps up and begins casting a spell to scare them away but her leg collapses under her. "Oh no need to be scared, we can help you." they say as one of them goes to pick her up.

They begin walking trough the hallways in complete silence. "Who are y-" Roxie can cram out before the others shush her. "Making any noise at all attracts danger, we will talk when we're safe" one responds.

They continue marching for what feels like hours, only ever stopping if they hear a noise. When they arrive at camp and put Roxie down, she immediatly tries to grab her device. "We have taken that, for now." The planar beacon! "That too, we can't have you reaching others without being at least a bit useful to us right?" The group begins to giggle. "You see, the situation is, we each want to complete the Rite of Four to gain Father's blessing. But you're just one person." Roxie tilts her head "The rite of four?" she asks. "Can't have you interrupting our conversation" another one says, covering her mouth with a strip of what felt like rubber, though it was sticky on one side. "The Rite Of Four is how we get Father to notice us, it requires a sacrifice." Roxie begins to panick, looking for a way out.

"Oh don't worry, we won't be sacrificing you, as long as you help us find people we can sacrifice." Roxie nods.

Roxie hops trough the hallways, her pray sprinting away. "You know you can't hide forever." She sings, running a finger over her knife.

Her prey has found its way into a long, straight hallway. Lines of doors on either side, yet it keeps running forward. "You're the last one I need, at least let me have some fun." She yells at her prey.

Then it briefly turns around, and she locks eyes. With herself.

"Oh how exciting, I get to see what I'm made of, literally~"

Her prey keeps running, she knows she doesn't need to hurry, the house favours those willing to kill. Roxie opens one of the doors in the hallway once she loses sight of her prey.

"There you are~" she giggles, standing face to face with it.

She copies the wood the walls are made up of, containing the two of them to a small cube before pulling out the knife once more.

"That will do" the demon says, making the bodies dissapear. "You know the deal." It says to her. "Sure do!" she says excitedly, before beginning to type on her device.

Roxie wakes up, still being held by the overlord, however this time she is face to face with the demon once again.

"You're ready" Valgavoth says

"I know" She responds before planeswalking away.

[just-a-girl-who-likes-sharks]

May 2025 books 🩵

T’was a slow month for me and one of these books is to blame…

Yellowface, Rebecca F. Kuang: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

This book was a fucking rollercoaster and it was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book I enjoyed this much from the POV of a character I absolutely despised.

La nuit des enfants rois, BernardLenteric: 0/5

This was my French book of the month and boy what a disappointment this was. I picked this up because my sister recommended it, she read it in class years ago and she loved it. Which leads me to the following conclusions: A: I should never ever ever again take recommendations from her. B: she either has bad memory or bad taste. C: she either skipped a few things in this book, forgot them, or is filled with internalized misogyny. Or D: she is pulling some kind of prank on me.

This book managed to sexualize every single female character, including the children. There’s a moment from the POV of a 5 year old girl where she fantasizes about having sex with a grown ass man. A man who is the main character by the way.

The premise of the book speaks of 7 kids who are connected and seek revenge after being brutally attacked. Only one of those 7 is a girl and she gets raped during the assault. But hey, it’s supposedly fine, because one of the guys also gets raped. Except that her attack was described in such detail that I could tell you which attacker raped her in which way for how long and using what hole, that’s how fucking degrading this was. The boy who gets raped in the book gets one sentence of “he was also assaulted” and then it is never mentionned again. Her rape, however, does get mentionned a couple more times.

I stopped reading the book around page 160. This was because yet another female character was being assaulted and the details were just… there. And I decided I would no longer do this to myself, so I stopped reading this monstrocity. So if I DNF’ed it, why is it here? Because I spent two bloody weeks fighting my way through these 160 pages and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t get me at least one spot higher on my reading challenge.

Truly a disgusting book, 100% recommend to use when you need to light a fire.

How to kill your family, Bella Mackie: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

The premise of this book was amazing. The execution (pun intended) left me a bit disappointed. The narrator was annoying at times which I’d put to a character flaw, except that the other narrator we got at the end in the form of a ridiculously long letter was also annoying in the exact same way. So it’s really just the author who is either filled with internalized misogyny and is so full of herself, or she just knows how to write from the POV of one specific type of character.

Either way, the narrator alone annoyed me a lot at times, but I still enjoyed the book immensely. That is until the ending. How does one come up with such an interesting story and then butcher it so much that I’d rather have had the main character rot in jail for the rest of her life instead of THIS?

That’s it for May, I only read three books, one of which was amazing and the others left me in quite the reading slump. Next up is June, which is pride month! I will start the month with an easy read and read the new Ali Hazelwood book because those are always simple but entertaining, but then I’m gonna go through a couple of books on my gay agenda shelf!

[tenaciouschronicler]

December 5 2024 2009

I think I've stated many times how much I love when we get 180 switches in the narrative.

Here John is trying to reconcile the fact maybe his dad isn't what he imagined.

Maybe he was too embarrassed to tell you the truth? Or maybe it was just that you'd never bothered to ask?

But why would you, John, if your dad never gave you indication otherwise? And like @homestuckreplay said, none of this 100% discounts the fact he Could still be a clown, just a non conventional one.

And then we switch to Dad causing chaos of the highest caliber. Breaking out of his cell and tossing safes around like its nothing.

You're going to need a bigger safe.

We then meet two new characters.

The first looks a lot like Spades Slick from the Midnight Crew, ARCHAGENT JACK NOIR, overseer of the Dark Kingdoms affairs from his three FENESTRATED WALLS.

However, much to your utter contempt, your FOURTH WALL was stolen some time ago.

Loving the meta implication here that the wall missing is the one we are looking through. And the owner? From the hands typing commands that affect the story, Ive got a hunch this unknown figure is the Narrator. I know I've said before that the Narrator is probably a seperate character, but seeing it this way where they Are in the story but also controlling it is interesting. I wonder if we will get even more meta moments with the characters this Narrator.

Back to Jack Noir, even if he is for evil there is one aspect in which he can commiserate with John (and WV now that I think about it); the colorful new harlequin uniform mandated by his ruler is a hideous, loathsome monstrocity. I wonder what came first, the dislike of harlequins or the uniform change?

There seems to be levels of sentience/subservience to the denizens of this kingdon that might also be reflected in the one of Light. If we work off of the chess metaphor, the imps we see around Johns house would be equal to pawns. They dont show any emotions for or against the style choices of their ruler and are single mindedly focused on destruction.

Jack and this fella, who looks like Hearts Boxcars, are drawn different. If you look closely, they also seem to have that barcode WV and PM have. I'd like to say that makes the four, Jack, PM, WV, and this guy, minor pieces however I cant even begin to think of which ones specifically. But also, does that make PM and WV defectors and was that before or after the costume change?

Things just aren't going well for Jack, first his Monarch (who must be Huge if only their eyes/hand are visible at a time) interrupts to force hat wearing compliance. Then, once the screen flips back we find Dad just walloping on that minion of Jacks'.

While Jack prepares for however hes gonna handle Dad, we go back to John. Snooping around, he finds some more gifts. Seems we are returning to sylladex shenanagins: John Edition.

Inside John finds 12 cards and a new modus, Array, which is infinitely easier, letting the user access any card at anytime. But of course this is John, hes not gonna take the easy way, no sir. Using the control deck, he inserts the Stack and Queue modi to access either the top or bottom card. And then to make it more complex he adds the Array, blowing out the dust as any gamer would.

Behold, an array of Queuestacks!

This is just the sort of needless complexity you have come to expect from your INVENTORY MANAGEMENT SYSTEM.

Just as I expected from you John, you maniac.

Inside the smaller box John finds a box of Fruit Gushers which receives a celebratory jig. The larger box is just as great in Johns eyes being a whole suit. I wouldnt peg him as a suit man but who am I to judge.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

spoilers for caged spade au remy and rogue meet!!!!!

romance is something Im reallllllllllyyy not good at so here's my best meet cute i can manage!

Remy bounces a little as he stands in line. He knows that he is a little too excited for this book release. But he had been reading Austin Jaques, a famous gothic writer, for years and had been ecstatic to hear that his latest novel would be set in New Orleans. He is excited to compare what the writer has to say about vampires to what he now knows to be true from living in the graveyard of a holy coven. And to see if his beloved city is represented correctly. He had convinced Creed to let him join the line while the man when off to get hot chocolate. Which is a little nice. He normally loves having Creed right there as back up, but sometimes it is a little nice to be separated and get some breathing room.

He can still feel Creed through the empathic link, the man currently feeling a mix of amusement and boredom. Must be taking a while for a reason. 

Remy tilts his head a little, adjusting his sunglasses as he looks about. The girl in front of him shifts a bit head turning to the side to watch a truck go down the road and then she rubs her arms. Oh. shes pretty. And it looks like she had come alone to the event. Remy shifts a little awkwardly on his feet and then decides to bite the bullet. He wants to talk to more people and talking to a pretty mademoiselle is worth his time. Now… what to say, something not too intrusive but easy to spring a conversation from.

“Excuse me miss?”

Her shoulders tense as she turns and he can see the stance of a fighter coming through. Not obvious to everyone, but obvious to anyone who had experience. He makes a small waving motion while smiling and tilting his head, trying to show how little of a threat he is to her.

“I love your earrings, mademoiselle.” 

“Oh, uh, thanks! I got them a week ago.”

She touches the crescent moon that is hanging low from her left ear. 

“They go well with your boots.”

“Thanks.”

She smiles a bit at the additional complement, fight stance fading slightly. 

“So, Austin Jaques, good writer, non? Got a favorite book in the series?”

Only people who enjoyed the man's writing would be willing to stand in line alone, so it should be a safe question.

“Oh, uh yeah. Midnight Heist. It was a really good plot. The twist was really well done. You?”

Remy nods. That book had a good twist that was perfectly set up so that rereads made it even stronger. 

“That ones definitely top ten. I really enjoy Moon Stones. Dealing with the horror of all your falures to create as an artist coming back as monstrocities was interesting.”

She nods. They chat back and forth and shift to be standing side by side in the line rather than infront and behind.

“Im Rogue by the way.”

“Remy! Nice to meet you.”

They move on from talking about the books to sharing favorite songs and texting recommendations back and forth to be listened to in full later. Remy barely registers that he got her number, so wrapped up in talking to her and trying to keep that smile that makes her whole face light up right going. 

Then Creed returns and Remy happily greets him. He sees Rogue tense and Creed sniffs the air. Remy grabs his arm and pats it.

“This is Creed, hes my papa.”

No one else could claim that title now. Creed straightens a little and Remy relizes that he might never have said that allowed before. Remy feels joy swirling across the link and grins.

“Creed, this is Rogue! My new friend.”

Creed looks her up and down and then nods. 

“Hi. Dont mess with my pack and I won't mess with yours.”

“Yeah? You gonna stick to that?”i

Remy frowns and shoots her a look.

“Hey, there be no need for this. We all peacefully in line. Creed, she been real nice to me so far. And Rogue, this is my family… We can all be okay? Oui?”

He feels a tinge of desperation, his heart starting to beat louder. Creed chuffs and nuzzles the side of his head. 

“Yeah yeah. Not gonna do nothin’ kitten.”

He passes Remy the hot chocolate and after a second, gives the other to Rogue, a peace offering that seems to work.

[tanktopdiaz]

mayravi making small talk at the funeral, nothing beyond basic condolences and incidental stolen glances, but maybe afterwards they finally went to their 118+fam groupchat and saved each other's numbers. and then there's the mega party at the madney house and they see each other again. and sure, on paper nothing's changed between them, they haven't seen each other since the funeral or intercted at all (apart from both reacting to a few messages in that giant groupchat that they have both muted because seriously chim you don't need to share every single one of your letter boxed reviews and hen, mara is amazing but you don't need to share 100+ pics of the adoption and buck. just no more humminbird facts please and thank you) but. they're at the welcome home slash madney baby slash mara adoption party at maddie and chimney's house and had amazing food (ravi brought some desi dips that may could bathe in if it were hygienic and not that may cares but ravi really seems to enjoy the 0% sparkling wine she brought), and shared stories, mostly about bobby, and laughed, and cried a little, and not all of the tears were sad for once, when suddenly music starts playing through some speaker. and harry drags their mom into the middle of the room and denny grabs mara and chris grabs jee and the adults all pair up as well and suddenly everybody is dancing or swaying around (some with more rhythm than others). and then ravi stands in front of may, with his big brown eyes and those unfairly long lashes, with a shy smile, and holds out his hand. so of course may grins back and takes his hand and lets herself be led onto the impromptu dance floor.

oh. can we have a buddie parallel where she makes a sweet that no one likes except for ravi (whos not even crazy about cinnamon and theres wayyyyyy too much in these snickerdoodle monstrocities but they're in fun cookie cutter shapes and he loves biting cookies into weird shapes)

and on the dance floor shes not expecting much, theyre just swaying and yeah shes got a hand on his shoulder and yeah hes holding her hand so gently, his fingers wrapped around her palm and theyre both a little clammy from the general heat of all these moving bodies in one place, but then he's twirling and dipping her and shes so surprised she cant help but just go with it and trust he won't let her fall. afterwards shes like my bad ravioli i did not know ur game lmao

[chasingundine]

Dynamic Idea:

So if you didn't know, the really pretty photos of space are actually colored in to show the different matirials. If we didn't do this it would just be a picture of a dark void with the only light being stars.

Now. Edritch horror/demon ( or whatever unkown monstrocity you would like ) that has the same idea. With the appearance of a black silhouette with some white eyes when veiwed by the plain eye, there's a tool ( like glasses of some sort ) that reveal they're true form which is a overstimulating yet beautiful array of colors all along theyre body.

So, if they were to have a human partner that found this supposed tool, and they curiously used it to see the other in full glory, the monster would just take it away from them before they got mentally lost or go insane and say somthing like;

"I think it's best you just stay away from looking at my true form."

[coffee-in-veins]

Give me some ThanZag - misc_Than wings please

hullo hullo, thanks for the ask!

it's so sweet of you to ask something about Hades! <3 then again, i think you've seen everything DD i have already, so... xD

this is the part of one of the future chapters for Chained butterfly which is currently on hiatus due to RRR. in the fic, Than (and any other Incarnation, really) is an eldritch primordal monstrocity and only looks like the hot boy we see in game because they have an outer "shell" which looks like it, to make it easier to deal with Gods.

the premise of the arc was, Than got really injured as he was helping Zag, it all became obvious that he was going behind Hades' back, and everyone got punished. Zag tried his best to stay in the House when he healed, but you know Zag, he has an antsy ass, so he tried to calm Than down and have a run out of the House again.

he fought through the first location with ease, but before the first boss room, he meets a surprised Charon who offers him a suspiciously free advice of not going forward. Zag laughs it off, thinking it's a joke, rushes in and sees the boss room empty. in a moment, he hears a familiar toll, and Than appears, while diligently looking down at his feet. and i had the following dialogue written down:

"Than? What, you got too worried about me? Or have I activated Mort accidentally? Sorry, if I did, there are no enemies here, and I dunno where Meg is"

"There are. She's working"

"Working? Isn't her work to stop me? She must be late, for the first time. I kind of feel insulted"

"She isn't. She has a replacement"

"What do you mean a repla-- No. No. No! No, he wouldn't!"

"Lord was livid for me messing up like I did, and doesn't take kindly to slackers in the House"

"Slackers? You're still injured and didn't have rest for what, past hundred, thousand years? More, even?"

"It matters not when you fail to meet his expectations"

"That sounds like Father alright. How did he even-- Why Nyx wouldn't say anything?"

"Don't talk ill of her. Looking over Thartarus was as soft as Pact of Punishment she could get me"

"Why would you sign something like that?"

"Some of us don't have the luxury to choose whether they sign those or not, Zagreus"

"So... so what now? You're actually going to kill me? Because if so, you're taking your sweet time!"

"Death is inescapable, it can wait. And Mother was most unpleased with my past actions, so as additional condition of my Pact I am forbidden to attack first"

"Oh. I... I need to thank her later"

"You sure do"

"Well I won't attack you!"

"You fought with Meg"

"It's... different. I knew she'd get out of the Pool just fine, and with you I... Can you even...?"

"You can find out"

"Have no intention to, you know!"

"The choice is yours"

"You honestly think I would do something like that? Thanks for vote of confidence in me!"

"You're very welcome. And I never said you would"

"Okay... okay this... this I don't.... ugh! Well. I don't know, I... you say the fight won't start unless I attack you?"

"I'm bound to my contract. And I wouldn't even if I had to, for as long as I could stall myself"

"I.... Thanks, Than. So. Huh. So all we have is time here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, only one of us could leave, and I have to intention to kill you to get out, neither do you, apparently. So all we have now is time. A rare commodity between us, I must admit. Um... I was... how's... how are your wings, Than?"

and it becomes their routine, for a time. i dunno how it could happen, but i wanted Zag to be returned to the House of Hades at least a couple of times my thoughts were either - Styx could've flooded those chambers after some time since the Underground moves around constantly - add dick moves to daddy dearest and add summons to Than's fight after some point in time later (like it's with Meg and Alecto), so Zag either allow himself be killed by wretches, or start the fight proper, but then Than is no longer bound by "you no move first" rule and just... KOs him in one soft touch, probably, so that it won't be "violent death" and Keres won't have any saying in this (yeah, those still exist) so Zag is back in the House, Than is still recovering and has it worse in the House (because of added chaines), and Zag runs off, fighting to the Thartarus boss.... so they could sit and talk, and just spend time together

but of course it wasn't that sweet and easy and had a drama twist in there :D

[ccatboo]

May i ask how you're learning coding for wepages? i wanna start learning it too but idk where TwT

heya anon! so, it's been almost two years since i've started my coding journey...

it's a really hard process, i must admit... i'm gonna say the most useless thing ever but it's what worked: practice!

details under the cut (trust me there's a lot)

TL DR; do whatever is fun and make sure to practice often!

i started by using sadgrl's layout builder and in 2-3 days my first iteration was born this monstrocity was rescued from archive.org and dates back to august of 2022 since i have this awful habit of not keeping all website versions archived on github

i spent so many hours tinkering with the layout,, i didn't knew what things did so stack overflow and coding servers were my best friends

a few of my 2023 layouts were just lost to time... ah well... and we land onto the first iteration of catboo i coded from the ground up + it's graphics update a few months later. these are from march and september, respectively

it was not the best, but i really loved them... also nope, no layouts got lost inbetween,, i just barely updated in those months

there was a christmas layout that got lost to time too, but it was mostly me putting xmas hats on all the graphics

aaaand there were a lot of months inbetween the next layout, catboo v2. i spent roughly 4 months coding and making the graphics for catboo v2

it takes time and patience, anon

this is all my personal experience! it might be different for you...

wanna try to make a site? i recommend using vscode with the live server extension, this way you can see your updates in real time

watch youtube videos, use templates, do whatever you want!! have fun!!

as for website host, i recommend either neocities (where i host) or nekoweb (by dimden)

have fun, anon! i wish you luck (and patience. you'll need it)

[tempestgnostic]

listen i know that not everybody who can be considered ‘queer’ identifies with that word. that’s fine. but y’all, ‘queer’ is one syllable and has a fuckton of history. ‘queer theory’ is an established academic staple. it’s punchy, it’s recognizable, it’s still not something you can put on a t-shirt at Target. the acronym has ballooned out of control because we feel the need to add a letter for every identity that could otherwise be left out, instead of just affirming, for example, ‘asexual people can identify as queer’ or whatever. there’s a whole BBC article out there referring to us as ‘the LGBTQQIAAP community.’ the most horrific linguistic monstrocity i’ve seen is one i learned about today: ‘LGBTIQCAPGNGFNBA,’ which i’m choosing to believe is a joke that got out of hand.

please, i’m begging you, just say queer. please just say queer. lgbtq+ if you must use an acronym. holy shit.

[fragileizy]

we got ourselves an absolutely lovely special! i know the absolute basics of season 4 and 5 because i haven't watched them, but this was still possible to follow along and i don't think i missed anything!

i think the special was really cute, i really liked gabriel and shadybug and clawnoir and it was great!

adrien. i'm biting your ankles. hard

marinette you're a dolly and i love you. i wish even with shadybug's new design, she'd kept the old hairstyle, i think it was very, very cute.

shadybug... my love i think you should've kept the old hairstyle

clawnoir... my monstrocity.... i know you should've gotten a new hairstyle

i'm glad misterbug made an appearance, and kitty did too! i always love watching her whack with her staff. i love you. you are so precious to me and easily the love of my life

[freezegirl]

❝ They'll tell stories about us. ❞

we hunt the flame / @florasupe

"oh, definitely," she nods at layla, "though i think fernandez and hellman need a minute to lick their wounds." a beat, and then: "they make a good team. i'll give them that."

khione still isn't sure whether 8tea5 is meant to invoke the number eighty-five or if it's a nod to something else, and she's been coming here for a while.

the paper lantern has the best spring rolls in all of maxville but nobody does an oreo bubble shake with peach flavored tapioca pearls like this boba tea place does.

sorry, not sorry.

"but---" she adds brightly. "---we make a good team too!" they've shown, at least, that sometimes, the best offense is a good defense.

the barista calls layla's name first, and then hers, and soon enough, they're both nursing their respective refreshments.

"you know," khione says after she takes a sip of her sweetened monstrocity of an order. "i don't think i ever got the chance to tell you, but i did like your skirt. the one you wore on your very first day. it was really cute."

[wormstacheangel]

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 all of these are short so enjoy <3

Dean wasn’t sure where he stood with Cas, and he hated every fucking second of it.

He looked at his watch again, it’s only been a little less than an hour since Cas and Sam left on their stupid double date, but he already felt like he was crawling up the walls. He was pacing the room, trying to figure out what he could have said to stop Cas from going and wondering why Cas accepted the damn date in the first place.

Was he not enough?

It hasn’t even been three days since Dean finally said the big L word to him. Did Cas not hear him? Did he think he was fucking joking? Was the tongue down his throat not enough proof that Dean was over the fucking moon to finally have Cas. Have him in a way he never thought was going to be possible for them.

Why? Why did he go?

Maybe he was a lousy kisser? No. No, he’s an awesome kisser! But what if-

Dean jumps at the sound of his ringtone and answers it without looking at who it is.

“Dean.” He heard the familiar annoyed voice call his name in a low growl. “Stop.”

It took a second for Dean to understand what was going on. “Cas? Dude, why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be entertaining your stu-your date?”

“I can’t. You are being insufferable.”

Dean was taken back by the words. Did he actually send all those texts he thought about sending?

“I know you tend to forget, Dean, but I can feel your longing, and it is distracting.” Oh! Oh. Shit. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong? That’s what Dean should have said but instead, “Nothing.” He is a coward, first and foremost. At least, when it comes to Cas, he was.

“You are giving me too much of a headache for it to be nothing.” Cas sighed, and Dean noticed the background noise quiets down on Cas’s end. “Are you okay? Should I come home?”

Yes! “No!” Dean quickly waves him off as if Cas could see him. “Stay. Have a fun time with your um, with your date.”

Cas doesn’t say anything for a long 20 seconds--Dean had to check if he hung up--before he sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye.”

No. Not, goodbye. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll wait up for you so we can...talk. About you finally having your first date. Look at you, back from the dead and in the game. Good on you, Cas.”

“I would like that.” Silence again. Dean was about to hang up when he heard, “It’s not my first date.”

“What?”

“You said this is my first date, but it’s not.” Dean was about to tease him. To remind him that the date with the reaper or the one with him as a babysitter didn’t count but Cas beat him to the next words. “I like my dates with you more.”

Dean’s heart skips, and he thinks he misheard him, but before he can ask Cas to repeat it. The line goes dead, and Dean is left pacing the floor again. Wondering if the heat on his cheeks was ever going to go away.

“Am I--Is Cas...Am I being played?” Dean fell into his bed with a groan. Still left confused on where he stood with Cas.

--(More under the tag)

Cas is doing it again.

He’s acting as if he didn’t just come back from a date with this...Lucy person and pretending that everything is so damn peachy. He was sitting on the other side of Dean’s bed, once again head resting on Dean’s shoulder as if it had now become a nice habit of his. He welcomed the weight, the warmth of Cas pressed beside him, of course. He is just so damn confused.

“You know,” Cas looked up at him, his nose pressed to Dean’s jaw. “You’re the one that asked how my night went. So I sort of expected you to, you know, listen.”

He was listening. Listening to every damn word Cas spoke because, of course, he didn’t miss a single detail. He talked about the food, bland he described it, and Eileen picked off his plate. He talked about how Lucy laughed when he didn’t say anything funny, and Sam insisted that it meant she liked him. He talked about how he wasn’t sure if he liked these fancy places; he was used to the noise of diners and kind waitresses refiling his coffee when he didn’t need to ask.

But just now, he was just rambling on about how smart, kind, and great Lucy was. Did he use any of those words? No, but he might as well be kissing the floor she walked on by the way he talked about her.

“Dean?” Cas reached over, the palm of his hand laying flat on the side of Dean’s face. “You okay?”

Yes. “No.”

Wait. He was supposed to say the opposite.

Cas sat up to look at him better, and Dean missed the weight of him already. Wanting to reach over and pull him back in, he also might as well say what he thought so they can move on from this because he was so fucking tired of this.

They are so close, and shit will not happen if Dean keeps rambling in his head instead of talking out loud. Like Sam says--or better yet, what he is trying to drill in his head--communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Right now, he just wants a fucking relationship.

Dean looks at Cas; sad sky eyes stare back at him. Filled with questions that maybe he was also afraid to ask, but it’s Dean’s turn to make a move this time. At least he thinks so. He wasn’t sure when they started taking turns, but fuck, he missed Cas tonight and hates that someone else got to have a romantic night with him.

Without another thought, Dean pulled at the stupid bowtie and dragged Cas forward until their lips met for another long-awaited kiss. The tug may have choked an actual person, but luckily, Cas didn’t seem to find a problem with it as he moved closer to deepen the kiss.

Tell me you didn’t kiss her. Tell me you don’t want to see her ever again. Tell me you want me. Only me. Tell me...tell me you love me.

“I love you.” Dean hears himself say. It was desperate as his grip on Cas tightened; he could feel his fingers dig into Cas’s waist as he pulled him forward until his whole weight was on top of him. Cas starts to pull away, probably wanting to look at him again, but Dean keeps his eyes closed as he cranes his neck up to catch Cas’s lips. Wanting to feel, to pretend, that Cas only was his.

Cas kisses back for a second or two, longer, but it didn’t take much strength for him to pull back to look at Dean. Eyes filled with concern as he let Dean roll him into his back.

“Say it back, damn it.” Dean starts undoing the bowtie and fumbles with Cas’s buttoned shirt as he noses the stubble on the angel’s jaw. “Cas, say it.”

“I love you.” Cas takes Dean’s face between his large hands and forces him to look at his sad eyes again. “I love you, Dean. So tell me, what’s wrong?”

Dean didn’t try to pull away; instead, he fell against Cas’s body. Laying all his weight on him, knowing damn well Cas could take it, he probably weighed nothing to him. Like a feather.

Dean’s face tucked into Cas’s neck as he felt those fingers in his hair, soothing them before he rubbed his back. Probably trying to figure out which one was more comforting, but for Dean, any soft touch from him will do.

This is stupid. Desperate. Pathetic. But he needs to ask.

“Am not enough for you?”

“What?”

Dean doesn’t move from his hiding spot. Not wanting Cas to see his face as he talks. “Why’d you say to a date with someone else? I thought we were...I know I’m not good at all this, but I thought we were--at least, I was trying.” Dean shoved his face closer into his throat until he could feel Cas’s heartbeat against his nose. “I was trying, Cas!”

“I know!” Cas’s hands tighten on his Dean’s shoulders as if he was going to push him away, but then he stopped himself. “I only said yes because I figured it was what you wanted.”

“What?” Dean mumbled into Cas’s skin before he pushed himself up just enough to stare down at him. Repeating himself. “What?”

“The day after we kissed, you ignored everyone, including me. I thought you were...ashamed. Maybe you wanted to keep things private. So to keep Sam from suspecting us-”

“You said yes to a date.” Dean finished for him while Cas slowly nodded. Looking at him as if fighting with himself to not read Dean’s thoughts. Probably best he didn’t. He’ll just hear screaming. Dean sighed in relief as he fell into Cas again, relaxing as Cas’s arms wrapped around him. “Dumbass.”

“I didn’t mean to make you doubt my feelings for you. But to be fair, how can you possibly doubt my feelings for you? I died so that I can say them.”

“Actually, I thought you changed your mind cause I sucked at kissing.”

“You do not suck.”

“Thanks.” Dean chuckled, kissing Cas’s bare chest. His cheeks were warming up as his mind just caught up with his action. “Sorry.”

“I should be the one-”

“No, Cas. Me. I made you think I wanted to hide us.” Dean lifted his head again, looking down at Cas, who gave him a soft, warm smile. “I don’t. Maybe I was a little nervous, but that’s cause you kept acting like me holding your dumb hand was like...normal or whatever.”

“I thought if I make a big deal of it, then you’ll freak out.” Damn. Got him there. And yet, he still freaked out. “But I see now that we should have...talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled as he realized how stupid they both had been. “Yeah, that probably would have helped.”

Cas surprised him by reaching up to give him a hesitant kiss. His eyes were bright as they sparkled when Dean met the familiar gaze.

“We can um,” Dean clears his throat nervously as he keeps his eyes on Cas. “We can talk later.”

“Later. Later is good.”

“Good.”

Cas reaches to kiss him again, bringing him down until they are lost in each other.

--

The next morning Dean woke up with a spring in his step, and Sam noticed right away.

“What’s up with you?” He raised his eyebrows at him, teasing him with a smile. “Had a fun night with Scooby?”

“Watched Animaniacs, for your information.” Dean poured two cups of coffee. “And no. I had the most perfect company last night.”

Sam opened his mouth before squinting at him. “Did you-? Wait, did you bring a girl over to the bunker?”

“No!” Dean said just as Cas walked in, wrapped in nothing but Dean’s robe. “There you are. Thought you were gonna follow me.”

Dean walked over to hand Cas his coffee, kissing his cheek before walking back to get his own cup.

“I was. You neglected to tell me I wasn’t wearing clothes. So I had to go find something to cover up.” Cas sat in front of Sam who stared at them with wide eyes. “Morning, Sam.”

It took Sam a few seconds before he muttered. “I hate you guys. I mean, congratulations, but fuck you. Didn’t need that image in my head so early in the morning.”

Dean sat beside Cas, shoulders bumping, before he looked at Sam over the rim of his cup. “Now you can stop trying to set Cas up on dumb dates.”

“I had a fun time last night, Sam. Thank you.” Cas quickly said before looking back at Dean. “But I think I will just continue dating your brother instead.”

“Okay,” Sam got up, giving them both a tight smile and a thumbs up. “Congrats again. Next time wear underwear, Cas.”

“Stop looking at my boyfriend!” “I couldn’t find it.” Dean and Cas say at the same time.

Dean finally knows what Cas is to him.

“We should hurry if we want to beat the kids to the diner.” Cas gets up, kissing the top of Dean’s head as he goes. “I like this.”

“Me too.” Dean reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he pulls Cas down for a kiss.

Best friend. Boyfriend. The light at the end of the tunnel.

“Love you.” Dean whispers against his lips, making Cas smile into the kiss.

“Love you, too.”

Everything. He’s everything.

[rphelperblog]

Assorted Quotes about Magic for the Fandomless OC Threads Rp Meme

feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes- inspired by @themysticcircle​

“it’s just that magic is the way i’ve always got what I wanted.”

“The darkness is using you. It doesn’t care what you want, but what is wants.”

“There is always a loophole.”

“Nature demands balance.”

“Your bloodline is soaked in magic.”

“there is a way of things.”

“You don’t leave your coven behind even if it is only a coven of two,”

“In nature, only power matters.”

“magic is better than any mortal weapon. A sword can not light a thousand wasps with a sword.”

“Let the dark cover you in it’s tendrils.”

“One word and I could burn you to ash.”

“There was nothing in the world as magical or terrifying as a girl.”

“magic was chaos and life.”

“I know longer allow myself to fear. Fear will fear me.”

“Broken people don’t hide from their monsters. Broken people let themselves be eaten.”

“Magic demands payment.”

“Don’t you know that magic comes with a price.”

“True love’s kiss is said to be a myth, but it can’t hurt to try.”

“This is my mother’s grimoire.”

“Much like snowflakes, everyone’s magic is unique to the magic user.”

“Nothing cuts through magic.”

“True love is the most powerful magic of all. It can overcome anything.”

“Everyone wants a magical solution to their nonmagical problems, but refuse to believe in magic.”

‘Magic is just silence that is rarely understood.”

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find them.”

“Isn’t it going to be funny when I kill her using her own magic?”

“You came here because you need something. Any magic user could see that from hundreds of feet away.”

“I am the town witch.”

“Feel like making a deal with the devil.”

“Magic can’t stop people from dying.”

“You are a vital piece ina more complicated game.”

“If someone loves you because of a love spell, is it really love?”

“I’m not your witch to hire.”

“You want me to biden my spell to the weapon and you gave me no weapon- am i supposed to go to the toy store and pick up a slingshot?”

“Magic demands balance.”

“There was good and there was evil and there was a spavve between.”

“The truth may not have the same effects of a spellbook, but there has to be a law to nature in order for it to be circumventives.”

“Just because you are the chosen one doesn’t not make you immortal.”

“ No one is born a monster. It’s what you do with the traits of that monstrocity that defines who you are.”

“If you help me on this quest, the knowledge of my magical library would be yours.”

“When I held your hand, I felt a powerful sense of death.”

“I will teach you if you show me something to believe you are worthy of my magical tutilage.”

“black magic is so dangerous. There is a reason we don’t leave out an instrunction manual.”

“People will notice. Humans will always fear that with which they can not understand.”

“Once you open the magical doors to create empires, your kneck will eventually be one the axe falls on.”

“You bargained your first born.”

“Let’s make a deal.”

“Sign on the dotted line.”

“It’s still magic even if you know how its done.”

“Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.”

“It’s impossible, but true. I’m a witch.”

“I’m the hybrid. I can’t be killed.”

“You have never seen true power.”

“Be one with the air and world around you.”

[toast-art]

Can we learn the backstory of Graphite?

Sure! *cracks my knuckles*

Graphite was a normal school boy before he turned into a scribbled monstrocity

He had a friend named Jade. They have been friends for quite some time now. They like to hang out on Graphite's rooftop eating cookies and talking about their day

Weeks have past and Graphite started to have feelings for Jade. Graphite tried keeping it a secret so he can keep being friends with him longer.

Eventually, Graphite told them that he likes them in uh..some way

Jade excepted it but still counts him as a close friend. 3 years have past and something happened. Black substance filled the city, devouring everything near it; cars, lamps, houses, an even people

The darkness spread wider, and wider and it reached Graphite's house. They both evacuated their homes and ran away. But then, the substance got Jade's leg. But instead of helping them, he left to save himself. He was foolish.

But then he realized that there was no where else to run. he was stuck in one place.. weak, breakable.. erasable. just like a pencil graphite.

and hes been in the void for some time

until Alto found him, and now they're friends :)

[fumikomiyasaki]

Melodic Misconceptions 🎹

Side Track: Monstroc!ty Interview

“So we heard your newest single dropped but also that some new groups joined your company... what are your thoughts on the new rising group, Co-connect?”

As the three boys sat on that podium hearing this question got two reactions, a smile from Violet, a calm face from Marine and a blush from Vermillion... Violet spoke up first.

“I met some of the members and they are a pretty chill bunch to chat with, you see how they are full of hope and want to make it far... its impressive that some of the members even catch up with our popularity... I compared with Verde and she has more than Vermillion which is impressive... so in all It will be fun to meet on concerts and play with another.... or maybe even against another... I am sure we can give them a Monstrous show befitting of Monstroc!ty!”

“Thanks Violet for your imput, what about you Mister Marine?”

“Well... I can’t say much given compared to Violet I haven’t exchanged that much talk with them but their music is surely something fresh to this industry... and as fellow Band it will be interesting how the groups can inspire one another and work of each other... it is said that the NRC Corp does have a lot of Rivalries but... we has Monstroc!ty only do our music to show people what we are and so... we won’t be stopped by any of these rumors... instead it would be  interesting if our groups collabed.”

“As professional as usual.... what about you, Vermillion?”

“U-um... I do believe their m-music is great... in particular Juvia and Ellis really bring joy and happiness t-to the songs.... I really like their energy and um... I am glad if we get to meet on stage again... I do really admire them.”

Violet stepped to him and smiled.

“Vermillion is always shy around cute girls, pay him no mind.”

“It would be very cute to see if this little shyness could involve into a sweet new idol couple.”

“H-huh... n-no I...”

“Anyways... but I am still curious... if you had to pick a member to collab with, who would it be.”

Violet spoke up. “I mean Verde and I are already kinda buddy buddy... might as well. Although I heard Velvet also would work well with my more punk oriented styles.”

Marine added: “Probably Aijin and Miren likely could be some good side voice to this song I currently have been writing.”

Vermillion stood silent and red.

“We can guess who really... back to your Single, planned to dive into new concepts for your album?”

“So far we can’t reveal to much but lets say that... you will move your feet swiftly to this track.”

“Thank you for the imput and this interview as a whole.”

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