#blacklight lighting my beloved

[cybernightart]

Cotton tail<3

This took me 3 straight (lol there is nothing straight about this image) days to draw-

sorry i suck at writing text, but i tried XD Funfact! Did you know that bunnies' mark their territory by rubbing/scratching their chins on stuff! and bears claim territory by rubbing themselves on stuff, scratching stuff, and touching them with their paws (because bears have sent glands in their hands/paws that leave their sent on them) :]

also ill have a post with Freddy's full animatronic design soon!

[stimwyrms]

Every Single Kirby Character Stimboard: Bio Spark from Kirby Super Star

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[borom1r]

born too late to get high and fuck in the CEC strobe tunnels 😔

[dendroculus]

when the new fursona hits i feel no pain at all

[wheels-of-despair]

Fangs for the Mammaries Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie brings a shexy new toy into the bedroom. Contains: Attempted sexytimes, excessive goofiness, banter that will make you cringe, Eddie being Eddie, Evil Woman wanting a divorce from a moron she's not even married to yet. Words: 1.2k Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

"Gettin' bored over here, Munson."

You're lying on your back on his bed, blindfolded, listening to him run around the room.

"Keep your panties on, I've gotta set the mood!"

"Why did a chill just run up my spine?" you deadpan.

"AHA!" His triumphant cackle makes your hair stand on end.

After a few clicks of lights and lamps and the unmistakable shuffle of Eddie struggling to get out of his jeans, the mattress bounces as he jumps on top of you. His knees straddle your hips, and his hands close around your wrists, bringing them up above your head.

"Does this mean you're finally ready to sex me up?"

"Mhm," he hums. You can hear his smile, and fight one of your own. The mattress creaks as he leans down. You feel his breath on your cheek. His nose nuzzles your neck. And then…

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

You feel him shaking with laughter on top of you, and fight to free your hands from his grasp. When you finally overpower him - or more likely, he decided to let you go - you rip off the bandana he'd used as a blindfold… and your jaw drops.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Edward?"

Eddie roars with laughter.

So much, in fact, that the plastic vampire fangs almost fall out of his mouth.

He reaches up to shove the vibrant green teeth back in, glowing bright in the blacklight that bathes the room in purple, then shakes out his hair like he's in a shampoo commercial.

"D'you not fine thish shexy?"

"Get your ass off of me, I'm leaving."

"Uh-uh!" He falls forward again and pins your wrists.

"Gib me a kish."

"No."

"Pleash."

"No."

He bats his eyelashes and sucks back the spit that had been gathering in his open mouth so it doesn't dribble on you. What a gentleman.

"Pleeeeash."

You can't hold back your laughter anymore.

"Alright, fine, c'mere, you psychopath," you roll your eyes.

If you're into all tongue and no lip action, invest in a pair of plastic vampire fangs.

When he's done slobbering on your face, he moves to your neck.

"If you bite me, I'm gonna repay the favor," you warn.

"Promish?"

"Let my hands go so I can smack you."

You feel him chuckle against your collarbone, and he does. But for some reason, your hands come to rest on his shoulders instead of carrying out your threat. He nibbles his way down to his beloved girls.

"Sho shoft," he mumbles, rubbing his face against your breasts. The only thing separating him from your warm skin is a faded t-shirt. He drifts a little lower and starts pulling your shirt up with his fangs, an inch at a time, glancing up at you like he's waiting for permission.

Or for you to do it for him.

You reach down to grab the hem and help him out, whipping the shirt over your head and throwing it elsewhere. His eyes get bigger, just like they always do when he sees you naked. He'd probably lick his lips, were he not trying to keep his fangs from falling out.

You shiver when the points of his fangs graze your soft flesh. He's gonna bite. You know he's gonna bite.

He circles your nipple with the edge of one of his plastic teeth and your brace yourself.

"OW!" You jump when he finally bites you. It's not painful, just not something you'd experienced before. Obviously.

"You kay?" he raises his head and asks with panic.

"Keep goin', Drac," you laugh, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer. He grins and dives back in. He spends a while nibbling at each breast, getting harder each time a bite causes your body to twitch against him. It's a strange sensation that causes a lot of giggling from both parties.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," you laugh. "How did I get here? What did I do wrong?"

"You lub it," he mumbles, moving down to your stomach. You lub him.

"Nope," you say when his slobbery kisses reach the waistband of your panties.

"Pleash," he whines, trying to get a fang between the elastic and your skin. You slide a hand into his hair and try to guide him away.

"Nope. We're done here, Count Dorkula."

"Just onsh?"

"Nope."

"I'll shtop if you dote like it." He bats his pretty eyelashes up at you, and you sigh. He just looks so damn cute.

"One time, and then we never speak of this again."

"Yesh!"

You hold your face in your hands, dragging your fingers down your cheeks. The things we do for lub.

Eddie slides your panties off, spreads your legs, and dives in with his stupid plastic fangs.

It only takes a few seconds for you to forget about the absurdity of the fangs and focus on the tongue. He doesn't try to nip or bite. He doesn't quite get his normal reach, with the plastic in the way, but he makes up for it with speed.

He doesn't surface until you've soaked his face. He drops the fangs into his hand and grins at you.

"You know what would've been awesome?"

"If your next sentence contains the word 'blood', I'm gonna kick you in the face."

He laughs and crawls up the bed to lie next to you, leaning over to deposit the teeth on his nightstand.

"This is the best day of my life," he grins, gazing at you like you hung the moon.

"I want a divorce."

"We're not married yet," he laughs, getting comfortable on his back next to you.

"I'm gonna marry you just so I can divorce you."

"I'll take what I can get, I guess." He reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze. You lie there for a moment, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you'd stuck on his ceiling together, until you have the strength to move.

"Be right back," you smile, turning to kiss him before rolling out of bed to go freshen up.

He's so pleased with himself for pulling off his fang stunt that he doesn't notice you swipe them from the table on your way out. Or the suspicious curve of the hand that's concealing them when you return.

Eddie is right where you left him; lying on his back in the center of the bed, hands behind his head and a tent in his boxers. You hop onto the mattress and straddle him like he did you, starting at his neck and slowly kissing a trail down to his boxers. He lifts his ass and lets you take them off and throw them aside.

You duck your head so he can't see, and when you raise back up…

"No," he says quickly.

"Told you I wash gonna repay the fabor."

"Don't."

"I shurvived. Sho will you."

"Babe."

"Your mouf shaysh no, but thish," you gave his leaking cock a light tap, "saysh yesh."

He whines. His brow furrows and his dick twitches as he considers it. He'll cave. You just have to wait it out.

You lace your fingers and rest your chin on top of them, blinking up at him sweetly from your position between his legs. You grin through the gleaming hunk of plastic in your mouth. He'll cave. You know he'll ca--

"Do it, please, oh my god, what the fuck--" His whining stops the second you glide your mouth down the length of his cock.

Stupid glow-in-the-dark vampire fangs and all.

[lovelytsunoda]

uptown girl // mickey "fanboy" garcia

soft kisses shared in the bar light after a game of pool

she would do anything for her nerd boy. except maybe meet his friends in a crowded bar with a pool table where she can make a fool of herself in front of all of her boyfriend's friends. it's a good thing that mickey is a good teacher.

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x female! reader

author's note: he had like four lines and i was prepared to go to war for this man.

the hard deck hummed with activity as she parked her car, flicking off the manual headlights before glancing at her phone, which was pinned to it's magnetic holder on the dashboard.

it wasn't too late to text mickey and tell him something had come up, was it?

as she was thinking it, as if mickey could hear her, her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text message from her beloved.

mickey: hey sweet girl, are you almost here? everyone is so excited to meet you!

she sighed, switching the music off and cutting the engine, sitting in the dark car and waiting for the heated seat to lose its warmth. her relationship with mickey garcia was still very new.

they had only been together for a few months, having met at an eighties rock-and-glow dance night. she was standing by the stage, dressed in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that glowed fluorescent in the blacklight, an old-timey glass sprite bottle in her hands as she sang bonnie tyler at the top of her lungs. he was the best dancer there, with a goofy personality that captivated her from the moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slow dance to 'heaven in your eyes'.

deciding to rip the band-aid off, she grabbed her tote bag from the passenger seat and slipped out of the car, sea breeze cutting deep and sending a chill down her spine as she walked up the weathered steps to fightertown's navy bar.

her sweet boy was impossible to miss, his smile lighting up the whole bar as he stood next to the pool table, his short-sleeved button shirt untucked from his crisp blue jeans.

as nervous as she was, it was hard not to smile when she saw him, watching as he leaned over the table to delicately knock a striped ball into one of the pockets in the corner of the table. after the shot, he looked up, and infectious grin breaking out over his face when he saw her.

"hey, pretty girl." he beamed, passing his pool cue to a woman in a black turtleneck and jeans before he sidestepped the table and pulled his lover into an embrace. "i'm glad you came."

"hi, mickey." she smiled, kissing him softly. "i've missed you."

"are you ready to meet everyone? or do you want something to eat first? i can order you a plate of onion rings-"

she laughed softly, taking his hand in hers. she loved how attentive and sweet he was, always trying to dote on her whenever he could. when they were together, he hated letting her pay for things, even if it meant dipping into his not-enormous navy salary "mickey, it's okay. i have time to meet your friends before i order."

with a soft kiss to the side of her head, mickey looped his arm around her shoulders and they headed towards the pool table. "guys, this is y/n. my girlfriend."

she underestimated how much her heart would swell at hearing mickey say those words. hearing someone declare to the world that they had chosen her.

"y/n, this is natasha, jake, robert, bradley, hallie and javy."

"hello!" she squeaked, waving at the group. "nice to finally meet you guys, mickey has told me so much about you guys."

robert laughed, reaching out to shake her hand. "and mickey has told us even more about you. fanboy loves to talk."

she never though she'd meet someone who talked as much as she did until she met mickey. they could talk for hours, about anything and everything. when they were together, she suspected it would drive the people around them insane. except she didn't know how his friends would react, what they would think of her.

they made small talk for a little, while some of the guys and natasha all took their turns at the pool table. it was team game, although the teams seemed to be a little unbalanced in terms of skill level. mickey had pulled her into his lap, gently rubbing circles on the skin underneath her peasant top.

jake leaned over the table, his pool cue hitting the white ball, white harmlessly dusted the side of the ball he was aiming for, plunking down in the basket.

"god damn it, hangman!" javy groaned

natasha laughed, high-fiving bradley. "sucks to suck, bagman!"

mickey shifted in his chair, hands running up her sides. "our turn, pretty girl. do you want to try?"

she turned back to him, a small glint of panic in her eyes as she took his hand in hers. "i'm not very good."

bradley snorted, taking a sip of his budweiser. "we're miles ahead of hangman, you could break the table and we'd still be ahead of them."

"go on." mickey encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. "i'll guide you."

she stood up, still clutching his hand in hers as she moved towards the pool table. hallie passed her a pool cue, and she stood nervously by the table until mickey came up behind her. his hands were warm through her jeans, his back against hers as he guided her into the correct position.

"you got this, sweet girl." he said quietly, kissing the side of her head gently, his hands over hers on the cue. "it's a straight shot into the basket."

mickey stepped back, his hands still on her waist as she took the shot, hitting with just enough force for the white ball to send the orange solid ball into the basket.

one fell swoop.

mickey's side of the pool table started to cheer, and her cheeks flushed pink as she turned around to wrap her arms around mickey, hiding her face from the crowd.

"great job, my darling girl." mickey laughed, kissing her softly. "are you sure you haven't played pool before."

"my grandfather had a table in his basement." she said sheepishly, leaning the cue against the table to she could slip her hands into mickey's back pockets. "but i haven't played a proper game since I was twelve. he sold the table when they sold the house."

"maybe you'll have to play more often." mickey said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i love you."

"i love you too."

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @thatsdemko @lorarri @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @httpiastri

[atypicalacademic]

Beloved

For @tes-summer-fest prompt for day 2, beloved

There was a cornerclub in Blacklight, hoisted on a hillside over a double-storied building they’d hastened to build for a flood of refugees. At first there was a single room, chairs huddled close and a ragged mat for the standing. The publican had a handsome, wicked smile, like a knife’s glint in the dark, a single, claw-shaped golden earring dangling from his ear. At first the curtains were drawn to shield the flood of blood-red ash.

 “My lady wife can’t take it.” He said. “Wasn’t built for Vvardenfell, this one.” Then, when the tally of the dead and the living began its slow, tortured ascent, the doors opened for the ailing, for the grieving, and the ill. They clung to his shoulder and clutched at the kerchief of his lady wife. 

If his eyes were rubies, hers were emeralds. His skin the deep grey of a rain-bearing cloud, and hers the rosy olive of a sunrise over fields of wheat. She pulled up the sleeves of an old gown worn to familiarity, and began to heal. 

“Time to break out the old tutoring, my love.” She said, her smile was strained and sad.  He stood by the bedside, and held down thrashing limbs, slipped numbing brandy into gasping mouths. Sometimes a bangle or a bronze key tempted him, and his lady wife’s tired eyes tempted him, the wanting to make her glow with silk and jewels and to keep his promises, keep some more tempted him, and knowing she was good enough for the two of them tempted him.  

Ancestors forgive him, but he was a mer made to desire. But he was fastened to a word, he joked, to his patrons when he took it on his shoulders to cheer them up. Fastened to a word as he was to her pretty skirts. 

Ancestors forgive him, but when lives slipped from beneath her palms, it wasn’t her that cried. 

*

There was a cornerclub in Blacklight, snow-frosted glass windows lit with two hefty lanterns alone. The matron wiped rust from their iron bottoms, oiled the creaking hinges when the endless ash blew in to settle in every nook and crevice. 

An old friend, an alchemist who wrapped her own heart in lace and parchment and sent it home, had left the lanterns behind. The matron found it among a thrifting treasure hunter's hoard, rusted beyond recognition. She'd gasped and put her palm on them, as if will alone could light a fire. 

Come home when you see reason, her parents had written, in their last missive.

Reason wore the face of old friends when the dusk rolled in and laid a carpet of shadows over the cracked tile floor. Reason was too many men and mer succumbing to the smoke closing their chest, rotting their labouring lungs, the whisper in her ear and the dreadful grating in her throat that promised she'd love her way to an early grave. Reason was a morning she rose with her bones aching of a hard bed, yearning a little more for the rosy dawn and the cinnamon-tinted coffee and a soft brush for her hair than for him. 

Reason was a fight without resolution, how he sharpened under fear and she turned brittle from sacrifice. He gave up nothing, a bitter voice snaked between sleep and waking. 

But come morning, and his hair that smelt of camphor nuzzled against her bare skin, it vanished like mist. She remembered that first graze of his hand, deft fingers at the clasp of her necklace without so much as brushing the fine golden baby hair at the back of her neck. Careful, if she were never meant to be broken and moulded like clay, but preserved without malice, without caveats.

Beneath Vvardenfells falling rain she'd thought of him and shivered. If his malice felt so tender, what of his love?

That other love was but a blade twisting in her gut. 

By the fog-lamps wrought in Aldcroft, she remembered cobblestones and girlhood. Not wanting to leave them with the last word, she scribbled a reply: I'm alive. 

The doorbell chimed as he swept in, and pulled her close to dance.

I'm alive. 

*

There was a cornerclub in Blacklight, and the windows inched open as the ash began to settle, and the first flowers opened their tentative buds. The air was still thick with Red Mountain’s dying breath, but enchantments hung from the rafters and the square balconies. The Imperial officer who lived across the street had left, quiet as he’d come, when the banner at his door came tattered, its red like a smear of blood in the snow. 

“Morrowind is ours again.” The publican said, to the feeble sunrise. 

His lady wife lifted her head from the book or from her sewing or from wiping down the countertop, threading a new flower into the curtains, mixing a potion. The look in her eyes wavered from soft to chiding. Morrowind is yours, you mean. 

The publican wondered what it means for a land to be his own. He hadn’t much to call his own until her and the cornerclub; Vvardenfell hadn’t been his, welcoming him to her shadows, tempting him to plunder, but he’d wept for it as she had, as he would for a lover, for a child. 

Kings and Empires rose and fell with the tides. His business, the lot of his life, was between them. He saw Rootspire’s new Council Hall rise in grandeur, another noble House take its seat at the high table. 

Morrowind is ours, he said, but what he meant was he knew now what it meant to build a life on legs that stand. Ours, he said, and what he meant was his and hers, and theirs. Morrowind is ours, he said, but what he meant was he’d learnt to belong without having to flee, with nothing at his back but his own shadow and hers. 

He meant a fresh crop of young mer now haunted the cornerclub, growing strong and sturdy and slow to die, and they would remember how he met her. Tried to rob her, and she gave me a glove and a note for the trouble. And hear this, do you know who played the courier? 

He meant a quiet hope, a steely personhood buried in him like a seed had flowered, and dear gods, the vein-flooding pleasure of it. 

There were wrinkles around her eyes now, when she smiled. New lines around her mouth. Mine. A dusting of freckles by the season, darkening to spots of sun and age. Ours, his unlined face and her hand that caught calluses. One morning he found the old glove, wedged between a book and a lockbox on the top shelf. The lace had come undone, the beading scattered where he touched it, but it fit her just fine still.

“What I mean is,” he told her, lacing his palms with hers and blushing when she kissed it, thinking with his chest caving in that he’d bury her here, as all Ancestors were. “You’ve given me my homeland long ago.” 

*

There is a cornerclub in Blacklight, and flowers grow in potted plants at the doorstep. A revolving door of tired Councillors and bright-eyed adventurers keep a near constant vigil to that tale, two-hundred years old now. 

The babies she’d brought into this world are old enough to bear swords and children of their own. They water the flowers and pull out the weeds. The neighbors leave an ash yam by the shrine as they pass by, joking if she still preferred the eclairs he’d learnt to bake for her.

She wants to smile back, and say she does, she does, she wants to touch the fabric of their robe and the metal of their armor and ask them to love him when he’s alone.

A bard from the West picked it up for a laugh and plucked a tune and fashioned a tale of it. The beauty and the bandit. The healer and the barman. Maurrie and Nelos.

She’s but a tapestry woven of words and the faint whiff of her perfume between refurbished rooms. She’d died an old lady, her body slowing and thinning when lines had barely begun to web across his skin, she’d died as all men do, and her fingerbones rest quietly in ash. 

Death is a thin veil when he still looks to the side and smiles at where her poultice shelf sits, and he leaves a coat of dust there for hopes she’d come back only to wipe it clean. 

Blacklight knows spring again. She slips into the wind and dances through the chimes. Invisible fingers card through his hair as he sleeps. The warmth of his breath alone can bring her to life, breathe a body into her. 

Nelos pulls the blinds down The Lady’s Glove. 

“Hear the birds, Maurrie?” He asks. 

I do, she says, in a small, laughing shower of rain. I do.

[everlastiingiimmortals]

Upon initial inspection the small card appears blank, the only telltale signs that it had been used at all being the faint warmth that lingered. A one of a kind warmth that wouldn't have lingered upon normal circumstances.

It's only upon a dark room that the card glows gently with rose shaped stars connected by some many paths to make one singular constellation and a question.

"Did you know, one of the first constellations I charted out when I left was that of the Libra?" "It was madness that was reason for my disappearance yet it was selfishness to made me leave without a word. And yet, it wasn't that of the Gemini that has been mine time and time again. That will always be..... what I plotted out on the star chart of the express.....it was yours."

The ever familiar script continues. "Perhaps I should have played along with this little arbitrary game yet....does it need to be said where we stand?"

"You know me and I you. We both know the outcome of this." Its easy to imagine the quiet laugher that would follow. A sound that has only deepen from youthful wisdom to a well travelled, well beloved star. "You know me and I you. We both know the outcome of this."

"All the same bingo, Andrakis"

Ratio's Bingo. Closed. | @chasersglow

Upon entering his office, he'd made the motion to toss the one remaining card, blank as it was. The only thing that'd stopped him was the warmth bleeding into his fingertips, as if the paper had been sitting by a cozy fire this whole time. That had certainly not been the case.

Curiously, Ratio turns the card over, holds it up to the light; nothing. There's no markings he can see with his naked eye; perhaps blacklight, then? But it's as he turns off the light in his office that the card starts to glow.

Ah... The roses, the constellation... his birth constellation. There's no doubting who it's from. Slowly, he settles into his chair and crosses his leg, eyes drifting over the text.

"Did you know, one of the first constellations I charted out when I left was that of the Libra?"

He reads the small letter, over and over, and the image in his mind's eye of a younger Himeko sitting on top of the Express with a star chart in hand sends his heart skipping along little eddies. Could he bring her home, reconstruct that view? Could he immortalize it as he has immortalized her time and time again?

If he huffs softly in amusement, it is only in the audience of a dark and quiet room. "Cheeky, clever woman," Andreas murmurs, bringing the card to his lips to savor its warmth. "Bingo, indeed."

[kctheowllady]

Another reference sheet for this character?! You bet your buttons! FIGHT ME! Yes, we have another ref sheet for my beloved Nyx, or rather Shinigami as I normally introduce her as. Gotta love characters with fake identities. Anyways, this time around she hasn’t gone through many changes though it felt enough to warrant a new ref sheet.

Though I will say she’s gone through quite a bit of changes information wise. Perhaps I’ll share some on this post- we’ll just have to wait and see by the time I’m done typing this. It’ll just be some basic information as I am currently doing a bit of of tangoing with her backstory and such.

I pray that I’ll be able to start posting more again should my schedule allow it. I mean I do have a lot of things that are done...hmm...guess we’ll see :3

I don’t own anything but my OCs and my artwork! Please do not use or trace without permission!  

Full Designation: Nyx Alias: Shinigami

A false identity that had been created by her teammate, Blacklight (Sidewire), after abandoning the Decepticons.

Model: Femme Bot, Two Wheeler

Optic Color: Light Purple

Notable Features: Four Optics, Sharpened Pupils, Fangs, and Claw-like Digits. Wears a green sash around the waist.

Modifications: Signal Suppressor and Cloaking

Signal Suppressor allows Nyx to hide her signal from any scanners, allowing her to keep her location unknown.

Cloaking makes Nyx invisible to others, only being visible to those with thermal vision.

Weaponry: Thorn/Stiletto Daggers and Knives

During her Cyber-Ninja training growing up, she was taught to handle various sharp weapons, however she developed a love for thorn daggers. Typically having a few on her person, as they can be used both in close combat and as ranged weapons when thrown. These daggers also have compartments in them that allow the wielder to add poisons or other harmful chemicals.

She also carries a variety of other knives as well, as she carries a big love for sharp objects and sees to it that she’s always armed in some form or fashion.

Skills: Master Cyber-Ninja, Talented Chemist and Toxicologist

Having been trained since she was very young, Nyx has had countless stellar cycles to practice the arts of Circuit-Su and the ways of the Cyber-Ninjas. It is because of her mastery that she has gained amazing prowess in many fields such as combat, stealth, espionage, etc.

Having weapons with poison compartments inspired her to learn to make her own dangerous poisons and toxins. Years of this has made her quite talented and knowledgeable in the world of chemistry and toxicology. 

Occupation: Member of the Cyber-Ninja Corps, Agent of the Elite Guard

During her time with the Elite Guard during the war, rather than joining the Autobots outright she had signed an agreement with them. This contract stated that whenever the Elite Guard needed her assistance she would be on call and carry out any orders that Ultra Magnus had for her.

It also ensured that if anything were to happen to Sharp Edge, her presumed at the time Conjux Endura, that she would be taken care of.

After he went MIA and eventually presumed offline she was sent to the Iacon Dojo Fortress until further notice, which she left after it had been attacked by Decepticons.

Personality Nyx seems to mostly express behaviors that are perceived as aggressive and introverted, being diagnosed to have inherited her father’s untamed anger issues. She can have difficulty communicating with others in a friendly manner, however when exposed to familiar faces she has a much easier time. The rough exterior seems to hide her true social awkwardness. This awkwardness was created from the fact that from day one she was raised for war and never got a chance of a true social life outside of her team members. This would later be remedied a bit when she meets others after abandoning the Decepticons. Learning how to interact with others without defaulting physical violence as quickly or being stuck on how to respond in a normal conversation. Nyx has developed the habit of smoking cy-garettes and drinking quite a bit of high grade. While during her time with the Elite Guard and the Iacon Dojo have smashed her drinking habits, her smoking habits remain strong.

[katrinawritesthings]

i really enjoyed "bridging parallels" it was chefs kiss i was wondering if you had an idea of where their relationship went after that? :-) or if they even had a relationship bc ik taemin was the only one that rly had The Feels. and not to pressure u at all! im just curious because you mentioned a sequel

bridging parallels my beloved : )

I did start a sequel but I stopped writing it because I realized I didn't know where it was going and I only had some vague unconnected scenes and it wasn't really flowing good and didn't really have a plot to tie it all together and also the writing style I used for bridging parallels was an accident and I was trying to do it on purpose and it was not working lmfao

But I was going to call it overlapping parallels and it was going to be about them figuring out how to get to know each other better and getting closer and it was going to be like a celebration and a love letter to the little things in growing relationships and some highlights include

Jonghyun going to a queer Club and once a month they have a blacklight night and he invites Taemin to come with him and his friends and he shows off his black light tattoos and Taemin replaced all of his silver studs with colorful stars and whatnot and they had been trying not to fuck since they first started actually dating because they're both kind of embarrassed about their first time together lol but then they fuck in a closet at the club

Taemin monologuing about geocaching and how it's more fun when you sneak out at night to do it and Jonghyun does Not climb out of his window but he does creep out of the house at night sometime after his mom and sister go to sleep and they go on little treasure hunting adventures together and they also wind up stargazing together a lot

They get into a debate about tattoos vs. piercings and then Jonghyun is like "listen I'll get a cool piercing if you get a cool tattoo" so then Taemin gets a little whale friend on his thumb and Jonghyun gets two little hearts on either side of his chest mole

There was going to be the dichotomy between Jonghyun always being so open and comfortable around his family with the queer stuff and Taemin being like "mine are homophobic religious flavor but like it's whatever because until they find out and kick me out I'm going to keep living with them rent free"

But then eventually his parents do find out and they kick him out and he is just like yeah okay cool and moves over one apartment building over to live with Jonghyun and his mom and sister and Taemins parents never find out he's still that close but if they did they would be soooooo mad about it lmfao

Also while Jonghyun is helping him pack stuff up to move out he kind of pushes Taemin down on the bed and is like "hey what if :3c I know you're into like sexualizing your religious trauma :3c what if you're like an angel and I am a slutty devil and I stole you from home and corrupted you :3c" and then I got so invested in that au in an au that I wound up making Fallen Angel au a whole entire thing

There was going to be some stuff about them stargazing and talking about ugly mental health stuff and how a lot of the time you don't know how to deal with your own bullshit but you're still trying to figure it out and it's weird and hard and Messy and confusing but you still work on it and also sometimes you have a cute boyfriend that helps you and hold your hand

Plus some other stuff that I don't remember because I didn't write it down lol but like the point is. Through the magic of love their parallel lines converge : )

[ghostursa]

A March Mulling Update

Happy March phantoms!

The last month has been quite the event! I wasn't expecting so much to happen. I have been working on streamlining my video approach to allow me to tackle videos in a way that is less chaotic. Livestreams are now all officially on YouTube.

Twitch has been attempting to help me, but I just could never get my footing there. I hope to attempt again in the future, but sadly the way channel discovery works there I just couldn't get viewers. And I couldn't get feedback as to why that was the case. This means that now all my Livestreams are here; every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. My Saturday stream is in the morning at 7am CST, while the others are at their existing timeslots. Our first Saturday morning stream was a success, and I hope to make more of them with you all. For those who didn't catch it, I'm doing a Saturday Morning Cartoon slot for family friendly games there.

I love platformers and have enjoyed them since I was 4. I hope to share that joy with others, and something that is easy to sit down with the kiddos and enjoy felt like a great opportunity to do so. Currently we are doing a segment on Retro Sonic games, starting with a Sonic 2 run. Feel free to tune into others in the future.

This change does have something that I didn't like to admit to. Our Blacklight impressions weren't working too well as a live stream. Both competition as well as technical issues of late due to developers pushing updates late in the day have made things difficult for me on this. Sadly, our Tuesday stream is no longer an impression stream. The impressions are not going away but will be videos I release when they are ready. That way I can get around any update release schedules. Tuesday streams will now be based on whatever theme I want to do, while my Thursday stream will be Monster Hunter. Currently my Tuesday streams are Dead Cells in prep for their new content update related to Castlevania. After a few more streams, I'll transition to a different genre. Stay tuned to see which ones I pull up next.

The need to switch things up and continue with my optimizing my schedule comes off the heels of a family tragedy. I had a beloved family member pass away, and with his passing brought some personal things to light for me. It has strengthened my resolve to do things I love more, which means more game time for you but also balancing time outside of this. Hopefully I'll find the best balance that will make everyone involved happy.

I'll end this post with a thank you to all phantoms who have helped me reach 200 subscribers! It may seem like a small goalpost to pass but when I started, I never thought I'd get more than a handful of family members to watch this channel. My gratitude to all of you who believe what I do to have some entertaining value! I hope to not let you down. Here's hoping that March proves to be a more positive month than the last!

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Mothskier vs. the Haunted House

Welcome to the first of this year's annual "Very Bouncey Halloween" stories! At the request of my beloved @veritasrose I have written some cute Mothskier fluff!

tw: haunted house spooks (brief description of a jump scare)

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Geralt asks, taking Jaskier by the hand. The half-Fae’s wings flutter a little in annoyance and he glares over at his boyfriend, eyes narrowing dramatically when their gazes lock.

“This is one of the few seasonal human traditions that seems scary and fun,” he asserts. “I don’t want to miss out!”

“Alright,” the Witcher relents. “But next weekend I get to choose the date activity."

Jaskier nods his consent to this suggestion, antennae bouncing.

The Witcher smiles, presses a quick kiss to Jaskier's fluffy brown hair, and asks: "Do you have the tickets?”

“I printed them out this morning" - Jaskier offers up the folded papers - "Here.”

“Excellent."

Geralt takes the tickets from Jaskier and slips them into his hoodie pocket, keeping them clutched tight as they make their way from the parking lot to the small front gate. After a quick pause to wait in line, Geralt hands their entry passes to the bored-looking teenage attendant at the window.

“Welcome to Hawthorne’s Haunted Halloween Spooktacular,” the dark-haired boy says in a tired monotone as he fastens the day-glo orange bracelet-passes around Geralt and Jaskiers’ wrists. “Enter only if you dare, and please remember to keep your hands to yourself inside the haunted houses.”

Jaskier's mouth opens as if to question the lad and Geralt ushers him forward quickly, into the half-assed Main Square area of the Halloween attraction.

“Do I really have to keep my hands to myself?” Jaskier asks, glancing down at where Geralt’s fingers are intertwined with his own. “Because I'd much rather stick to holding your hand!”

The Witcher bites his lip to keep from chuckling; the Faerie’s naivety about human society and traditions can be ridiculously adorable sometimes. “He meant that you’re not allowed to hit or kick the actors who work here. You have to keep your hands to yourself when you're around the employees.”

“Oh. Well of course!” Jaskier practically squawks. “It would be incredibly rude to do my host an injury!”

“That's well and true for everybody, most of the time, but people often react strangely when they’re frightened.”

Jaskier squeezes Geralt’s hand in reply, his antennae flicking back and forth in the air as his eyes sweep from one haunted house to the next. “There’s so many!"

“Yeah, that’s why they’re allowed to charge us so much to get in.”

“I paid for my own ticket,” the Fae sticks his tongue out. “You could have spared yourself the fifteen bucks and stayed home for the evening with a nice book or your sword or something equally boring and lonely, you know.”

“And miss out on seeing you absolutely shit your pants when an underpaid university student jumps at you with a chainsaw?” Geralt teases, “No way!”

Jaskier yanks his hand free from Geralt’s grip and makes his way to the closest attraction, which happens to be themed after a science lab. There’s a poorly ripped-off Doc Brown painting being mostly illuminated by a dying blacklight above the words: Laboratory of Despair: Enter Only if You Dare!

“Oh my gods, that’s so corny,” Geralt hears Jaskier mutter under his breath. The Witcher chuckles out loud this time and Jaskier whips around to look at him.

“It’s a terrible sign, yeah,” Geralt nods. “Now how about we see what the lab has to offer, hmm?”

Jaskier grips at the hem of Geralt’s hoodie sleeve and nods, betraying his nerves by worrying his lip between his teeth. His false bravado and anger from before have abandoned him completely. “Okay.”

Geralt steps through the fringe of black beads that covers the door and pulls his anxious boyfriend along behind him. He can hear the way Jaskier’s wings are shivering and twitching. The slender Fae's twin antennae dance atop his head, searching for information about his surroundings without making a sound. Geralt runs his thumb in gentle circles over the back of Jaskier’s knuckles, practically smelling the relief that pours off the pretty creature as they continue into the darkness.

A few steps later, just as a light appears at the end of the tunnel, a person in a cheap rubber bug mask pops out from behind a false wall, buzzing into Geralt’s personal space. The Witcher feels himself shoved back, a slightly smaller body coming between him and the half-bored actor. Jaskier hisses assertively, his whole body tense and alert, until the teenager disappears back behind the wall to wait for his next round of hapless victims to wander past.

Geralt leans down to whisper as they continue walking, “Did you just try to protect me from a seventeen year old in a shitty costume?”

“Can’t let my mate get hurt,” Jaskier replies simply. Geralt balks a bit. Mate? Is that what we are, mates?

“I appreciate it,” Geralt praises, enjoying the way his boyfriend preens at his words. “Even though I am perfectly capable of protecting myself.”

Jaskier doesn’t reply. Instead, he tugs Geralt close and continues bravely into the next section of the haunted house. His instincts had shown themselves once again, eager to prove to Geralt that he was a worthy partner. He couldn’t have known, of course, that he was far worthier than Geralt had ever dreamed.

[sunsetofdoom]

18. A memory they’d love to change for Thirteen?

(Warning for violence, blood, etc)

Vellen- first Thev’elle’nresh, now Vellen, and soon to be Vellen Wainright if her fiance had his way- clutched Upsal Wainright’s pale and well-muscled arm as they walked back to the house in their tennis clothes, her indigo hair bound up in a lovely bouncing ponytail. The sun shone on the grounds of their vacation home on Alderaan, unlike Upsal’s rainy Dromund Kaas, and the smell of the pines was bright in the clear morning air.

(No threats on the grounds, said Agent Thirteen inside her mind. Vellen shoved the thought away.)

“Oh, Upsal!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together as they approached the step of the house. “You bought me flowers!”

There was an enormous bouquet sitting on the doorstep, packed neatly in its box. Almost too big to lift, it was a mass of roses and lilies and baby’s breath, all of it in vibrant reds and purples, bright white and verdant green making the blood-colored roses and the violet lilies pop. Vellen’s favorite colors. Of course Upsal would know how much she loved them; she’d been with him almost a year. He’d proposed marriage less than a month previous, the ring heavy on her finger.

(The day they made his proposal public, Agent Thirteen had received a dead drop of a message at Vellen’s favorite coffee shop: well done. be alert.)

Upsal smiled, kissing her hair as he hugged her from the side. “Anything for you, darling.”

He moved away, to take the flowers, and Vellen waved him off as she took quick, graceful steps up the pebble-lined drive, her hands fluttering towards the vase full of flowers. “No, no, it’s my gift, I want it!” She smiled and smiled, crouching down to take the flowers into her arms.

There was a card pinned to the stem of a lily. She glanced up; Upsal was unlocking the heavy front door, inputting the first key and leaning close for the eye-scan; the fingerprint scanner was next.

In the moment that he was distracted, she opened her wristcomm to a black-light and shone it on the card. A message glowed in Cheunh: we need him eliminated. violent. leave no trace.

The door opened. The sound of the creaking old wood was loud against the background noise of the birds, the rustling grasses, the flowers waving on each side of their garden, and the sun was hot on her shoulder.

She flicked the blacklight off, only to see a hand-written message from Upsal on the card, resting beneath the invisible ink; for my eternal beloved.

“Vel, if you want to bring the flowers in so badly, bring them.” Upsal laughed, his foot jammed back to hold the heavy old door.

Vellen picked up the vase, her gait swaying, pushing herself to her feet with long legs that were much stronger than they looked. Her smile was vacant as she made her way through the door, set the flowers on the side table.

“Telling the truth,” Upsal’s voice echoed as he moved into the front hall, “it’s not just an engagement present. My work has just come into a windfall, and I was thinking of moving the wedding date up.”

Distantly, Thirteen wondered what the windfall had been. What organization the Ascendancy police were tracking, had left her here to monitor a single player in a galactic game. But those thoughts were not for her; they were far away. Everything was coming back, Vellen beginning to fade away and disappear as Thirteen woke up. Her hand searched through the drawer in the side table.

“Darling?” Vellen’s voice was urgent, apprehensive. “Can you- Can you come here?”

“Vel?” Upsal’s shoes hurried along the floor, the rubber squeaking with haste. “Vellen? What’s wron-”

All the breath left his body in a rush as Agent Thirteen’s knife made its way into his lung.

He hit the doorjamb, his body listing with shock. His hands reached for her, eyes searching, still gasping through a hole in his ruined chest. She caught him, helped him down, her shoulder under his arm just as it had been walking up the drive.

“I- love you.” He heaved out, childlike and bewildered. “I loved you.”

Thirteen stabbed him again.

He struggled. They usually struggled. But the surprise and the heartbreak made him weak, the blood loss slowing his movements. Following her orders that commanded violence, Thirteen slit his throat, broke open his ribs, left his steaming heart open to the faint breeze. She made it horrifying. The point, she suspected, was to frighten his compatriots. 

Thirteen pried up the loose floorboard next to the front door, taking her go-bag out of the hole she’d hollowed to hide it in. She stripped off Vellen Wainright’s bloodstained tennis clothes, turned them inside-out, and changed into the nondescript shirt and trousers from the go-bag as she wiped the flecks of blood off of her skin.

Behind her, Upsal Wainright’s body cooled and settled, doing all of those ungainly things that a corpse did as it relaxed into its new state of being as immobile meat and bone. She took off Vellen’s engagement ring; if she needed money she could pawn it somewhere.

Wasting precious time, she went to the flowers. She plucked the card containing her orders, and Upsal’s love, and put it in her pocket. Her fingers folded around it, almost tenderly, as the remains of her cover persona died inside her. Vellen really had loved him.

Agent Thirteen opened the door, walking away from her mission, and Vellen Wainright’s home.

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2010s: 100 - 96

100. Kati Wolf - “What about my dreams” Hungary 2011

Ugh I just remembered the Belgian press laughing their asses off at Hungary thinking they could win with Kati Wolf... 😤 Which um... RUDE? What about how she feels?? What about her liiiiiiiiife? Also, WHY COULDN’T WE HAVE HAD THAT OUTCOME INSTEAD??? NO Ellbeast winner and NO Ellbeast hosting AND NO disaster acoustics, let alone NO indentured servitude because the Crystal Arena never gets built! If Kati wins, EVERYBODY WINS!!! 

Having said that, lmfao Kati Wolf was indeed never going to win lolol. She was so inept and I adore her for it. 😍 She is one of the first “universally beloved OGAE favourite screws themselves over with a trainwreck live” type of contestant and easily the most iconic one, so much that we can speak of a “Kati Wolf Award” for the biggest OGAE flop every year. So much for their dreams. 😭 

However, independent from the suckage, I also greatly enjoyed "What about my dreams” live WHOOPS. I mean, I’ll caveat that the Hungarian version is a lot better. Regardless, both are pretty amazing, alternating between melancholy and self-empowerment, even when coated in a hilariously tacky aesthetic. Love the GIANT blue crystal “ring” (hand-bracelet?) and the blacklighted clothes. 😍 She CAN’T hold back. She CAN’T go back. She MUST be...freeeeeee [of good taste]. 

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99. Aliona Moon - “O mie” Moldova 2013

What an Iconic Entry. Of course, Aliona’s status as the ~First Growth Dress Ever~ alone grants her that title and for good reason. Six years after the fact it still holds up as a very impressive visual effect:

However, there is more to discuss than merely a display of excellent fashion. “O mie” is also notable for being the rare Competent Moldovan entry. 😲 Normally this is something I do not care about (and secretly “O mie” isn’t *that* competent cf. Aliona choking / the original English lyrics referencing the B’akt’un calendar 😍), but it’s always hilarious when a country with a negative budget/reputation such as Moldova manages to be both innovative AND have jurors eat out their hand while also spending a minimum of money. Of course the song itself is ALSO a great example of orchestral dramedy, courtesy of -who else- musical genius / perfect deity Pasha Parfeny. 😍 LEGEND!

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98. Francesco Gabbani - “Occidentali’s karma” Italy 2017

[2017 review here]

Oh look, it’s 2017′s Kati Wolf Award Laureate. 🤭 I feel kind of bad Francesco flopped though. The one time I support an Italian winner during the preshow and then he DOESN’T win??? ugh. 😒

However, that doesn’t take away from the Gabbani journey, which I found to be one of ups and downs, but fortunately mostly ups: The song is a mindblowingly clever parody of internet culture and, similar to how Valentina did it with “Facebook Ooh Oh Oh”, offers critique by simply showcasing everything wrong with internet culture and overendulging in it, in the most annoying fashion. 😍. This was further enhanced by culturally appropriating hindu/buddhist imagery and dancing with a life-sized “gorilla” on the stage. 

However, all the additions + a subpar live performance by Francesco caused westerner’s karma to quickly catch up with him, as his song’s message flew completely over the head of the general European audience and many rejected him FOR being... a culturally appropriating memelord. Oh Francesco. May your incompetence always find a place in our hearts...x

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97. Nina Sublatti - “Warrior” Georgia 2015

Omg, how come Eurovision has SO MANY epic Ninae? Sublatti, Zilli, Zizic, Kraljic,... I DEMAND a reality tv season with all of them!!!

Anyway, Nina Sublatti is a magnificent Athenian owlet who is responsible some of the worst English ever on Eurovision. I mean, yes, we’ve definitely seen worse diction (Aram mp3 😍, and Melovin, obv), but these lyrics are legendary in print:

NOT A SHABBY OR A MONEYMAKER WORLD GONNA LIGHT UP IN PEACE NOT A SHADOW’S VIRULATOR NOW YOU JUST YOU JUST GONNA BREATHE VIOLENCE BREAK THE FREE WINGS ARE GONNA SPREAD OUT I’M A WARRIOR OSCILLATING I’M GONNA GET UP AND BE OOOOOOOH I’M WARRIOR STILL STUCKED IN MY MIN-

No seriously, legit. The lyrics literally read “STILL STUCKED IN MY MIND”. Nina writng all of codswallop by herself and NOBODY bothered pointing out it makes no sense... or perhaps some foolish intern did and were promptly oximated. Either way, 😍

Omg and I just remembered that, after screaming those words at Europe for three minutes while pulling owlfaces and getting devoured whole by LOST’s Smoke Monster, Nina somehow believed she would be the best placing Georgian entrant ever and was FURIOUS she finished in ~only~ 11th place. Delusional queen. <3

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96. Farid Mammadov - “Hold Me” Azerbaijan 2013

I’ll be honest, for the longest time I didn’t want to like Farid. Obviously, "Hold me” is the usual mass-produced Swedish contraband that gets passed around between Azerbaijan, and Malta (random ESC alliances <3).

HOWEVER, no matter how many reservations I had about the song beforehand, Farid fucking... OWNED? lol. Like, for starters, I’ve spoken about bedroom eyes before and this-

-is actually a very good attempt at them. INSTANTLY WET TYRA BANKS, FIRST CALL OUT, SMYZE. Azerbaijan then followed this up with their now trademark ridiculous eyecatching staging that, as per true Azeri tradition, fits the song’s catch rhythm and ignores its insipid message (<3). GIANT GLASS CONTAINER <3 ROSE PETALS <3 The BEST part though is when the female dancer comes on, wearing a giant, endless spine dress. 💃STYLE ICONS💃

All in all, an excellent entry. I am happy it didn’t win though, mostly because 2013 is also the year when Azerbaijan’s televote fraud AND fixed jury votes came to light, WHOOPS!!! 🤭

[concussed-to-pieces]

Disney World Rides; My Hero Academia Edition

As I have returned from the Mouse Land, joyous of heart and light of wallet, I figured you all might like some goofy little anime headcanons/musings I had while in line at the various parks. This is a bit of a branch out for me (relatively new to the BNHA/MHA fanbase) so I apologize if your favorite isn’t on this weird little list! That being said, I hope you can forgive me and enjoy all the same! Thanks for letting me indulge myself.

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead reminds me of: The Haunted Mansion! Downright spooky to children, somewhat unnerving to first-timers, and a damn good place for experienced pros to poke fun at each other.

Aizawa Shouta’s favorite ride would be: The Carousel Of Progress! Sleep time! A twenty-five minute nap can never be wrong. He may settle for the Tomorrowland Transit Authority though, if the weather is nice enough or if he doesn’t feel like standing around to watch the fireworks at night. He’s not exactly the greatest at chaperoning trips to the parks, as he normally just lets the kids wander off in pairs and packs. Hey, they’ve all got cellphones, right?

Eijiro Kirishima/Red Riot reminds me of: The Rock N’ Roller Coaster! The ultimate test of manliness! Corkscrew turns in the dark, blacklights, Steven Tyler shrieking in your ears the whole time...it’s truly an experience that threatens to separate the proverbial boys from the men!

Eijiro Kirishima’s favorite ride would be: It’s A Small World! The ultimate test of manliness! I have no doubt that this redhead would take sadistic delight in pulling Bakugou into a boat with him, allowing him to revel in his friend’s explosive irritation at being trapped within a hellish nightmare of singing dolls. And there’s no way all the parents on the ride could resist Kirishima’s enthusiasm, prompting their own children to sing along with him in a variety of languages they may or may not understand.

Izuku Midoriya/Deku reminds me of: Splash Mountain! For someone whose quirk essentially blew up in their face the first time they tried to use it, it's a perfect fit. Scary the first time, but as you get used to it you figure out how to anticipate the drops and make it less scary!

Izuku Midoriya’s favorite ride would be: Mission: SPACE! I think he would enjoy working together with whoever was on his team to figure out who would do what job the best. Just like figuring out complimentary quirks!

Katsuki Bakugou/‘King Explosion Murder’ reminds me of: Big Thunder Mountain Railroad! Established as the ‘rough and tumble adventure’, with lots of surprise bursts of speed and power! Will probably leave you with a neck injury.

Katsuki Bakugou's favorite ride would be: Avatar Flight Of Passage! I feel like everyone's favorite hotheaded maniac would be hard-pressed to keep a sour attitude on this brief but thrilling virtual reality experience, especially during the more aggressive parts! And you know he would absolutely brag about the fact that he waited in line for three hours (in the pouring rain, Deku!) just so that he could go on it.

Ochaco Uraraka/Uravity reminds me of: Peter Pan's Flight! A pink staple in the theme park, a common meeting point. The port in the storm that’s too cute to resist! With an excessively long wait time.

Ochaco Uraraka’s favorite ride would be: Expedition Everest: Legend Of The Forbidden Mountain! I think that she would get a kick out of the whole experience whether she tagged into the single rider line or if she waited with the group and read all the information about the Yeti. I can definitely see her drinking in all that ambience/ride dressing, and possibly competing with the others on who could get the most outrageous ride picture taken.

Shoto Todoroki/‘Icy Hot’ reminds me of: Space Mountain! With two indoor tracks that mirror one another, it's a perfect match for someone with two sides to their quirk.

Shoto Todoroki's favorite ride would be: I really want to be a stereotype and say Frozen Ever After, but I actually think a ride that might put a smile on his face would be Kali River Rapids! Being able to regulate his body temperature/put out heat or cold would make him an indispensable asset for any park trip regardless, due to the possibility of wet rides and unpredictable weather.

Tenya Iida/Ingenium reminds me of: Test Track! S P E E D. This should come as a surprise to no one that the fast ride reminds me of the fast boy. With those prototype vehicles for you to drool over while you wait, there’s no way to avoid the comparisons!

Tenya Iida's favorite ride would be: Spaceship Earth or Living With The Land! Spaceship Earth's history of communication throughout the ages would no doubt have his full attention, but The Land would give in-depth explanations on the sustainable growth of his beloved oranges and a variety of other fruits and vegetables!

Yagi Toshinori/All Might reminds me of: The American Adventure! I’m kidding, I’m kidding...he really reminds me of Spaceship Earth! A gigantic monolith to how far we dared to dream, even if now it’s slightly outdated.

Yagi Toshinori’s favorite ride would be: Soarin’ Around The World! I think he would love the way it felt, the weightless sensation and the visuals that accompany it. Of course, that’s assuming that he could go anywhere in the park without being mobbed. Sorry big guy!

[wingdgaster]

Getting to Know ‘Gen’

Tagged by: @justacard

Tagging: @archaicgeists @thehopcful @goodster @jurati-bones

Name: 'My... well, I suppose my name is Doctor Gaster... my designation among other fragments is Gentility, though I’ve another alias I once went by... I do not believe however I can quite recall what it was...’

Are you single?: 'I do suppose? I don’t quite have anyone after my hand, ahah’

Are you happy?: 'Ah... n-next question?’

Are you angry?: ‘I’m rather hard to get angry, in due honesty, I can recall the last time I drew frustrated, but not quite angry...’

Are your parents still married?: 'Unfortunately, I don’t quite recall a day where they were really ever together... so, I do suppose no?’

NINE FACTS

Birth Place: ‘It was a small village just outside the northern outskirts of what was then known as Kieven Rus’... ah, you may better know it as Russia, I believe?’

Hair Color: 'In the human guises I’ve taken up, it’s been something more silvery, does that quite count?’

Eye Color: 'Currently? A cyan teal-- though I’ve a few spells running, usually it’s white’

Birthday: 'February 29th’

Mood: 'I could say content works? A touch... well, a touch on the side of lonely, but... ah, that is how it goes’

Gender: 'Trans Male’

Summer or Winter: 'Winter, you should see what I can do with the snow, it always made the people of the Underground smile’

Morning or Afternoon: ‘Hmm... Afternoon? I do love watching the world shift from daylight to evening, the gold tones of the sky, even if they are an illusion, remind me of days I’ve since lost.’

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love?: 'I tend to find crushes rather quickly, but... my I don’t quite believe I could burden anyone with amorous endeavors. I believe I’d only put them in danger’

Do you believe in love at first site?: ' I suppose once I did... but this place, the Void has been something on the cusp of so vicious... its denizens fading out faster than I can to know the shine their eyes take when they smile... I can’t quite let my affection plant the seed and bloom so quickly... I’ve lost too many dear individuals... I’m afraid it’s not a luxury my heart can afford.’

Who ended your last relationship?: 'I... I had two at the time, actually... both were ended by the same individual... I don’t quite believe the relationship was ended by the means of which would be considered traditional, and it is not that I do not miss them even now. Jericho and Hemlocke were... are dear to me even in memory... and I can only pray I get the strength to return the favor to the one that stole them from me...’

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?: 'Perhaps Hemlocke’s... or... what remains of him in... n-next question’

Are you afraid of commitments?: 'No... more so of the chance they may be lost to someone seeking my head on a platter’

Have you hugged someone within the last week?: ' Heavens, I do not believe so, I must remedy this! My, does a cat count as a suitable companion to embrace?’

Have you ever had a secret admirer?: 'No, perhaps when I was a teen, but-- my it’s beena  few good centuries since then’

Have you ever broken your own heart?: 'Far more times than I would quite like to admit, it’s quite alright though! I’ve gotten better about catching myself before it can come to fruition...’

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust?: ‘Heavens be, Love, of course--!’

Lemonade or iced tea?: 'Lemonade? What is... oh! Of course-- лимонад, pardon, I am not familiar with the English word most times-- yes, lemonade, best if you add blackberries!’

Cats or dogs?: 'Both are delightful! Though I do not know how Dulce will handle a dog...’

A few best friends or many regular friends?: 'My, I do not quite have many friends as it were... I believe either would be splendid’

A wild night out or a romantic night in?: 'Hmm-- my, why not a bit of both? it sounds rather fun to let loose once in a while and race up a river side with another’s hand in my own’

Day or night?: ‘I find I think the best when the world is asleep... it’s peaceful, quiet, comfortable, and I quite believe my magic is something closer toward unrivaled at night... so I do believe Night it is’

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out?: 'Oh heavens, of course! My Father eventually caught on that I would sneak out to spend time with the Prince and eventually it became something more of a game to see how close to sneaking out before he spotted me and handed me a basket of baked goods to share with Asgore’

Fallen down/up the stairs?: 'At least twice today alone... the, err, up... bit. Down the stairs was just the once last week... I tend to be a rather clutzy fellow.’

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?: 'Only a few times... it’s been a while, I can’t quite recall something I’ve wanted that terribly since my arrival in the Void... well.. I can recall one... no, two things but... well, it’s best not to dwell on lost ones’

Wanted to disappear?: ‘My ah... best not to dwell on it but... for the sake of an answer, I will admit, yes... more times than I believe could be considered healthy’

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes?: ‘Hmm, my while I would say a smile lights up the eyes, direct eye contact allows me direct connection to another’s empathic wavelengths... it’s always rather nice to be able to better tend to another’s emotional state-- though, can I pick both?’

Shorter or taller?: 'Hmm... I’m fond of both? Though I certainly wouldn’t mind someone taller than me--as difficult to find as that may admittedly be’

Intelligence or attraction?: 'B...Both? I’m fonder of personality, intelligence is nice-- as is physical attraction-- but, over both, I choose personality’

Hook-up or relationship?: 'I... ah, had to research what the first one was... but, I believe the second is something I’m certainly more comfortable with.

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?: 'I can’t quite say I really have one...’

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?: ’Perhaps a bit... I’ve lost the two beloveds I can remember, my timeline is in ruin, my memory of who I was before it all is gone... I’d like to say before it all, it wasn’t so ‘messed up’ but... my I can’t quite remember what that was like’

Have you ever ran away from home?: 'No, not that I can recall, in my youth, I recall being rather content in my father’s care...’

Have you ever gotten kicked out?: 'No, thankfully, I was spared that much--’

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?: ’I don’t believe I have it in me to hate one I could call a friend... I only hold hate in my chest for one being, and even then... I couldn’t bring myself to say it to his face... not with the life he stole... not with who he looks like’

Do you consider all of your friends to be good friends?: 'My I quite like to think so... I’m less than certain I am not bothering the dears when I come around, trouble does tend to follow me like a shadow. Often most times, my friendships are gathered in the face of danger-- I’d say it does build secure friendships?’

Who is your best friend?: 'I am not quite certain I have one’

Who knows everything about you?: ’I believe only one person... his name is Blacklight, but I’d rather he not come near again... there is more he seeks to know... and I would prefer he never found that out.’