#cosmic fairy cat

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[thegayestofartists]

OC alignment chart finally done (with some of them anyway)

[clawdeeverproud]

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mayor mistimum

[perfectlyoongi]

DAD!NAMJOON who builds snow animals with your child every winter. when the crystal-clear snow covered the entire city in an innocent blanket, Namjoon dressed your kid in hats and gloves, carrying them on his shoulders to the garden, where he let the various snowflakes sprinkle on the dark clothes like stardust. on his knees, and always laughing with your child, Namjoon created a snow farm in your garden, dogs and cats mixing with very small sheep and extremely skinny cows, but all the animals made with the magic of laughter and the eternal love that Namjoon felt for your child. “you want to make so many puppies... you got me thinking about getting you a real one for christmas. hm? what do you say?”

DAD!NAMJOON who reads a fairy tale to your child every night. the only light in the room was you kid's yellow lamp which, shyly illuminating the already very yellow pages of Namjoon's childhood storybook, prepared your child for a deep sleep. allowing his voice to resonate calmly in the room, Namjoon's timbre was low, soft, pulling with it all of your kid's energy and giving them little cosmic drops of sleep that lasted an entire night. “once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a little princess who wanted to go to bed…”

DAD!NAMJOON who teaches constellations to your child since they were little. there were several nights spent in the garden of your house, where you and Namjoon lay on top of a yellow blanket, your kid resting between you. and, when the clouds were your friends and showed the whole sky to you, the various stars shone brightly in tones of curiosity and fascination; and Namjoon pointed to them, his index finger accurately drawing all the visible constellations, adorning them with their celestial names, leaving your child always dreaming of what could exist beyond this world. “and that’s aquila. the brightest point is altair. can you see how it forms wings? it's an eagle. a celestial eagle.”

DAD!NAMJOON who goes on picnics with you and your child on bike rides. usually in late spring, when the sun was shining but the heat wasn't intense, the three of you would leave the house early in the morning, pedaling your bikes through parks and forests, letting the fresh morning air whet your appetite for a late lunch. always in different places, but always far from the world, Namjoon always decided where you should have lunch, always choosing the most magical views and the most comfortable paths for the three of you to enjoy family time. “our angel wants peanut butter sandwiches. do you think you can swap the vegetable crepes for the sandwich?”

DAD!NAMJOON who replicates with your child all the paintings and statues you see in the museum. saturday afternoons were spent among galleries and museums, the various pieces of art gaining your kid's full attention. fascinated by the paintings and enchanted by the statues, it was common for you to see your child trying to imitate the various fictional people they encountered, having difficulty lifting their leg, but always having Namjoon's help to make them fly just like that painting. “hold on to my shoulder. come on. not like that. you will fall! your dami is looking here. quick, quick!”

DAD!NAMJOON who created a small garden just for your child. as soon as news of a little child was on the way, Namjoon immediately prepared your courtyard to welcome them in bright, colorful tones. various flowers and plants framed your garden in garish shades of greens and yellows; summer flowers and winter flowers, tall plants and low shrubs, your whole garden lived through the seasons, always offering joy, always hoping that your child would love and care for it. “i'm thinking about making one side just summer flowers and the other just winter flowers. i want there to always be joy in the garden so our baby can realize that there will always be color in their life.”

DAD!NAMJOON who has an album with polaroids of your family to give to your child when they turn 18. from the moment it became known that a little angel was on its way into your life, Namjoon took care to document the entire journey taken by the three of you. Namjoon wrote little reminders on the most special photos, always trying to highlight not only unforgettable memories, but also his eternal love for you, for your kid, for your family. “it is in this album that i poured all my love, and i seriously hope that each photograph can portray the fragments of my happiness.”

[vagabonds-howl]

To all dragons and wolves, foxes, fairies, demons, robots, computers, angels, deities, cosmic horrors, cats big and small, bugs, fish and everyone else:

Happy new Year

[polarisblitzwing]

Hazel and Cosmo & Wanda: my MLP Edition! ~*

Hazel is a crystal earth pony!

- She loves this fact about herself because her hooves are crystal. Her cutie mark relates to her passion for geology and the colorful crystals are representative of her fun and creative personality!

(Plus, I put that shiny out-of-this-world rock in the design, love that gem.)

Fairyzie Lore

- Combining the words Fairy and Breezie since this is a powerful subspecies of breezie! I alternatively thought of "faebreezie" but I can't stop wheezing every time I read that name, so I went with Fairyzie instead ~*

- Decided that fairyzies customize their antennae the way they want them to look with magic. Before then, they have a default antennae look that they are born with, influenced by their parents. They also take the shape of objects around the baby sometimes after birth (Peri's example here: a baby rattle).

Cosmo

- Gave him a comet-like antennae and cutie mark. His cutie mark is cosmic and swirly, fitting to a powerful being (*cough* Von Strangle *cough*). But instead of a mystic spiral, it's a silly swirl in the cosmos :]

Wanda

- Her cutie mark is her wand antenna and a W (for her name) crown above it, surrounded by stars (space and wishes). I feel it's representative of her way of doing things & her fairyzie godparenting.

(Wand antenna-like cutie marks are fairly common amongst godparents and those who like magic, with both her husband and son having hints of this in their marks.)

I had to resize Cosmo & Wanda a lot, so here's the drawing before shrinking them + Hazel by herself too ~

ALSO, SOME EXTRA FAIRYWINKLE-COSMA FAMILY CONTENT!

I was struggling to draw all three characters, so I started sketching these for an extra serotonin boost :]

(1) Baby Peri & Cosmo (Proud dad moment)

(2) Four year old Peri (Please don't put him in an insect collection)

(3) Wanda, speaking to Hazel & Dev: Peri used to curl up like a kitten when he was 4. He called himself "Dapper Cat" and staged a whole dramatic cat tale with Irep

Peri: !! NOOOOOOO

Wanda: It was very cute. He learned his favorite song is "Posin'" when I turned on some music for him to dance to

Fun Facts

- Hazel's reaction afterwards would be "Aww", and Dev says, "That sounds lame."

- Peri really likes electro swing music

- Peri could imitate a kitten 100% accurately and Irep could not. So he taught him and it ended up going like this

Link to Dev & Peri:

https://www.tumblr.com/polarisblitzwing/758852198132285440/peri-dev-my-mlp-au-edition-a-new-wish-got?source=share

That's it for now! Really wanna draw Winn and Jasmine though, who won't be ponies & instead other creatures :]

[innumerable-stars]

Book of Lost Tales Promo Post

(written by @dawnfelagund)

Summary: Tolkien began writing the "Silmarillion" as a young man in the trenches of World War I. The Book of Lost Tales are the stories he penned during this period of his life and represent his earliest work on the "Silmarillion." Many of the familiar tales are already present in their early form: the cosmic conflict between the Valar and Melkor, the tale of Beren and Lúthien, and the Fall of Gondolin, to name just three. These stories are embedded in a frame narrative where the Anglo-Saxon mariner Eriol ends up visiting Eressëa and hearing a series of stories from the Elven residents there. The Lost Tales were never finished in their entirety, so while some of the early stories are complete, others are fragmentary or just outlines. Each tale is accompanied by commentary from Christopher Tolkien, who edited the collection.

Why Should I Check Out This Canon? The Lost Tales are recognizably "Silmarillion" stories, yet they differ greatly in style and tone from Tolkien's later work. They are more whimsical and more like the Victorian fairy-stories that Tolkien later denigrated. Magical elements abound, and the texts are more playful than the more sober "Silmarillion" texts Tolkien would write in the decades to come. In addition, they contain copious detail, especially about the Valar and Maiar, their homes in Valinor, and their adventures against Melkor.

For creators who work with the published Silmarillion, the Lost Tales can provide canon details that expand what is available in The Silmarillion (Nienna lives in a hall constructed of bat wings!) or deviate from it in surprising and delightful ways (Sauron is the prince of cats!)

Where Can I Get This? The Book of Lost Tales comprise the first two volumes of the History of Middle-earth series. They are available as both print and ebooks. For a reader not up for two volumes of sometimes dense reading, individual stories stand well on their own.

What Fanworks Already Exist? There is no tag on AO3 specifically for The Book of Lost Tales. Creators use several different Tolkien tags to mark these works. On AO3, you may have luck finding Lost Tales fanworks here. The #book of lost tales tag on Tumblr has more fanworks.

[master-of-masters-official]

[UPDATED] BANNED WORLDS

• Deep Jungle - closed because kids keep running away to live with the gorillas. Our turnover rate was getting ridiculous

• Les Cité des Cloches - stop messing with the judge guy I know he’s annoying but we’re about to get a cosmic restraining order

• Disney Town - STOP FUCKING WITH THE MOUSE

• Pixie Hollow - your chirithys are cool and magic, but they are still cats. Enough of you have proved that you are not responsible enough to keep your chirithys from trying to eat the fairies.

• Atlantica - King Triton said he’d kill the next keyblade wielder he saw hanging around so this is for your own good

• Gravity Falls - we have like 6 inter dimensional treaties that forbid us from touching that place. Stop risking dimensional conflict because you think the locals are funny

• London circa 1958 (Dalmatians) - Stop bringing back puppies

• Hyrule - ok this one isn’t even a Disney property. I have no fucking clue how you all keep getting over there but cut that shit out

[solomiracle]

when i think of them, i think of...

inspired by this post by @shoccolatine, check it out!

LUCIFER

his smile — whether seductive, sadistic or genuine

reds, blacks/greys/whites, golds

his study — the skull on the wall, fireplace, the red velvet chair | you reading by the fireplace, enjoying the quiet crackling sounds as he works

his demon form — the red gloves, the horns, the wings, the peacock feather details on his clothes, the diamond on his forehead

his fur lined coat, his gloves, his tie

his eyes, specifically the reds at the bottom

apples, poison, fangs, blood

ghosts, grief, loss | him petting a sleeping cerberus as he sits by lilith's statue. he's silent, not wishing to disturb her

how much he loves his family — how he's willing to be a villain to anyone he feels may harm them, from you to his own father

cosmic and body horror, upside-down crosses, eyes, destroyed psyches, crackling, warped reality, the sound of bones snapping

the skeleton in his room

records, wine, comfortable silence, quiet nights

MAMMON

him laughing as he and you drive in a getaway car

his laugh, his smile, his sunglasses, his jacket

that little pose he does where his hand kinda covers his lips, usually done when he's feeling confident

his silliness — the dumb excuses for doing (or not doing) something, his even dumber schemes, running/hiding from lucifer, his tsundere-ness, how he says "yikes!"

gift boxes, jewelery, gold, silver, money (coins and paper)

casinos, the word "jackpot", poker, slot machines, cards, dealers

the casino fight scene in black panther, specifically the part where claw's hand thing shoots the cabinet and the money flies everywhere

his wings

his familiars | him petting and praising them for doing a good job, like catching stray grimm or reporting important info

him punishing people who don't pay back their debts — they find themselves in an empty street, fog rising and crows soon surrounding them

how much he respects lucifer, how he followed him into hell without question

how despite all the fighting and dumb stuff that he does with his family, he still values his role as a big brother

LEVIATHAN

this card (the pre-devil's flower)

him at his pc, laser-focused in on a game. he's glaring at the screen, fangs bared, determined to win

his room — the bathtub, the jellyfish, the aquarium, the figures, henry 2.0 in his little fish bowl

headphones, game controllers and consoles, screens, neon colors (greens, blues, purples), keyboards

anime, magical girls, figures, sparkles

his loud ass OOOOHHHHHHHHHWWOOOOOOOOAHHHHH voice line

his tsundere-ness and shyness, how he gets flustered so easily, how cute he is when he blushes, your love and affection for him being "too high level"

how he seems to have a soft spot for the twins

his demon form — the tail, the diamond pattern along his neck, his weird zipper jacket thing, his horns | (a fic i read where the author described his horns as antlers, and they headcanon-ed that they shed every season)

fish, colorful coral reefs, bright blue seas, bubbles, beaches, snakes

deep dark oceans, octopus/giant squids, sea monsters, ships, the navy, admiral uniforms, lotan

SATAN

orange cats, piano music, books, libraries, coffeeshops, soft greens and browns

him sitting in a greenhouse. sunlight filters through the glass walls and plethora of green plants. he's smiling as he reads a book, an orange cat sleeping in his lap

his professionalism — he has many connections, and he prides himself on his intelligence. "people respect someone who's well-informed."

how he's a gentleman, almost like a fairy tale prince

love and lovesickness | him writing love letters and poetry for you, a giant smile on his face as he comes up with the most beautiful words to describe you

him becoming incapable of reading love stories when you're away, for all he can think about is you while reading them. his fingers delicately trace the spines of his many romance books, but he refuses to open them. just the thought of doing so is too much to bear

his room — the beauitful shade of purple, the window, the books, the candles

fire, chaos, destruction, broken buildings and bones, screaming, rage, fangs

his eyes, a beautiful green

his demon form — the feather boa, the horns, the ribbon ribcage design on his shirt

the things that make him stand out compared to his brothers, compared to everyone — his symbolic animal is a unicorn (the only fantasy animal), his black eye shine, his butler outfit is the only one with three patches on the sleeves

his pose — one hand on his hip and the other on his chest, just like lucifer...

ASMODEUS

pinks, yellows, oranges, and more pinks

his cute smile and giggle

his demon form — the bat wings, the gradient horns, the bleeding hearts on his arm, the asymmetrical legs | (the redesigns i've seen from people where they include a scorpion tail)

scorpions, sand, heat, blood, bloodlust, hearts, gore, passion, obsession, love

diaries, glitter gel, sparkles, cute nicknames

spotlights, music, singing, stages, partying, drinking, clubs, sex

bunnies, strawberries, fluffy and fuzzy textures, fangs

his eyes | (the fics i've read where the author describes their color as champagne)

him lying in bed on his stomach, fresh out of the shower in a cute robe, slippers, and headband. he's writing in his diary, kicking his legs, smiling as he thinks about you

lipstick, blush, makeup, nail polish, influencers, devilgram, livestreams

(red) hearts, both the symbol and the organ

his positive energy — his ability to light up a room, how he wants everyone to join in and have fun, asmo nights, how he sees the beauty in everyone

how much he cares for his family — he painted their nails so everyone would know them as brothers, how he's determined to make sure satan feels included

his insecurities — he ties himself to his image and appearance, to the point that when you were the first to compliment his personality alone and not just his looks, he was surprised

how he acts like a helpless damsel in distress while also being the most viscous character

that scene in season one, where he said that if you were thinking about belphie while with him, he would rip your heart out | (it made my heart beat faster, but not out of fear)

BEELZEBUB

reds, oranges, yellows

the sun, bright blue cloudless skies

him being the cause of plagues and famines. a scene of him summoning swarms of locusts to gorge on crop fields, leaving nothing left, still unsatisfied

wheat and corn fields, apple orchards

his wings | (i saw someone describe them as fairy wings)

dense, mossy, and enchanted forests. twisting trees and twinkling fairies, mushrooms and flowers growing everywhere

bugs — bees, butterflies, flies, grasshoppers, beetles, locusts

bears, squirrels, lions, grass, honey, fluffiness, cuddling

his smile, how adorable his blush is

calling him beautiful or sweet, watching him blush in embarrassment. a big, ravenous demon turning into mush after being complimented by a human

how he loves his family more than anything — his extreme survivor's guilt over lilith, how he said he would die for lucifer, how he became enraged and even attacked lucifer once the truth about belphie's whereabouts were revealed

even with how he's a big brother to belphie, they're still twins, making him the youngest of the brothers as well — he has his own bratty behaviors, throwing tantrums, being a karen at restaurants, stealing food from levi every morning. he's the biggest brother, but he's still another baby of the family

his hair

his jacket and shirt | (they both look very comfy, and i would love to wear them)

hunger — hell's kitchen, banquets, expensive meat, clusters of grapes, plates, forks and knives

fangs, tongues, gore, cannibalism

BELPHEGOR

dark purples and blues, blacks, white accents

space — starry night skies, the moon, constellations

sleep, teddy bears, pillows, blankets, dreams, illusions, ghosts, nightmares, fear

the cow jumped over the moon nursery rhyme

cow print — it's on his pillow, his demon form's jacket, and his swimwear jacket too

his horns, which are similar to that of a dorset horn sheep

him looking down at sheep mc's bell in his hands, a solemn look in his eye. maybe mc's in the human world, or maybe it's been years after their death

regret and grief — not being able to save lilith, his love for humans turning to hatred, his fight with lucifer, the attic, lesson 16

how he and lucifer were said to be close before the attic...

beel, lilith, and love — he doesn't blame beel for saving him, and called beel an idiot for believing otherwise. he learned about the circus in the human world, and pretended to be a ringmaster while trapped in the attic. he let lucifer get rid of lilith's room, and said goodbye to her

his sarcastic and bratty little shit-ness — his "innocent" bitchass smile, his giggle, how he embodies the youngest sibling and baby of the family, the anti-lucifer league

a fanart i saw of him in his TSL outfit, the description being "the princess is locked in the tower for a reason..."

[drowsy-quill]

Realized I had a whole folder of short stories/writing exercises from a creative writing class last spring so I think I'll start sharing them on here! This one (iirc) was a 20-minute free write that I did as part of my daily practice that I cleaned up for a ConCrit session in class.

The girl thinks she died the moment the tide first laved over her ankles, that she died clad in hot dog print boxers and her father's worn-out hoodie. She thinks she died under the full moon, stars wheeling silently above her. Her pockets were not weighed down by stones, but the girl sank nonetheless as she waded out into the water. She understood then the Greeks and their myths of sirens, of sailors going mad for the call of the sea. The gentle crash of the waves like a soft lullaby calling to her, come it said you will find rest here. The water embraced her wholly–unlike anything she’d known–wholly and entirely. 

As the waves crash over the crown of her head, she finds herself swept away by memories. She remembers learning to swim with her brother, two toddlers clad in matching garish orange rash guards in the small community pool. She remembers racing him when they were ten, bet I can beat you to the other side. She remembers long June afternoons spent growing pink under the sun cackling as the waves crashed over his head and he came up spluttering each time. She remembers the way the waves cradled the two of them side by side day in and day out, she remembers how at peace she was. She remembers–

She remembers drowning. The lack of panic and utter silence as the inky depths swallowed her. She remembers gazing back up at the moon as she sunk into the sand. She remembers a voice, warm and ethereal, different from the whispering of the tides. My child of the sun, why are you here?  She remembers the fatigue, the atlas burden of each day, she remembers—

She is thirteen, listening to what she thought were her best friend's last words. She is six and watching her cat close its eyes in the vet’s office. She is sixteen and watching her first love laugh at her tear-stained cheeks. She is eight and saying yes to a question no one should have asked her. She is ten and wondering if in death she would be finally loved. She doesn’t remember being a child–young, yes–but never a child. That joy was for luckier girls than she. Memory after memory flows from the girl's lips like a deluge, like a landslide, like a tsunami, into the open embrace of the moonlit expanse.

My little ghost, would you not return home? To the sun? To the shore?  She is no longer cradled by the sand, now she floats under the surface, suspended with her toes occasionally brushing the sand. I could lift your burden, child of the sun, and you could join me in my waters–in my stars. You could join your sisters underneath the tides or, perhaps, in the cosmic array. The girl stopped to imagine–a life eternal in a joyful waltz with the seasons and the sunrises, one of many lost souls now found under the moon’s light. She read a fairy tale once, with her brother, in a cloth-bound book their father owned, of a girl who refused to marry her brute of a betrothed and instead tried to drown herself. The moon, seeing her sorrow and taking mercy on her, changed her into a star and hung her bright in the sky with all the others who were rescued from their own grim fates. She always liked that idea, of becoming a speck of starlight, eternal.

Or, my little one, you may return home. To the beach and the bay, and the breeze. The girl remembered then her brother, his aggravating 9 inches of height over her and 9 minutes of life before her, she remembered the soft down of her pillows and the whorls of color on the quilt her grandmother made for her, she remembered crooning along to songs on her car’s staticky radio with the windows rolled all the way down her brother laughing in the seat beside her, and the smell of toast in the morning, and the sound of the sea birds outside her window, of long rainy days spent watching reruns mindlessly with feet tucked under her brother’s thighs, the way the wind chimes on the porch sound in a storm, the way her brother would throw popcorn at her when she would solve the mystery before the tv detectives did. Joy after joy after joy, no matter how simple, fell from her lips unbidden.

She heard the smile in the voice’s words as it spoke again, I see you’ve made your choice, my little ghost, the sun awaits you. Her second first breath was sweet, tinged with relief and joy and the chill of pre-dawn air, she could taste seaweed and salt in each lungful, stinging her nose and throat on its way down. The girl rose from the tide with the sunrise, sand and salt encrusted hair plastered to her neck and face, hot dog boxers sticking uncomfortably to her thighs, and hoodie weighed down by the weight of the ocean. She looks like shit. She had never felt lighter. She climbs the steps back up to her house and sits dripping in front of the television to watch Saturday morning cartoons, a cold strawberry pop tart in hand.  Her brother comes down a little while later, when the sun no longer embraces the horizon, and sprawls out next to her. He doesn't ask why she looked like a soggy mop, he just kisses her forehead and laughs at the puddle she left on the linoleum floor, stealing her second pop tart with a joke about his sister being replaced with a fish. She laughs with him, damp hair creating a puddle on the shoulder of his sleep shirt where she rests her head as they sit shoulder to shoulder in a patch of sun. Welcome home, the golden-warm light seems to whisper through the windows, welcome home.

[browneyedjoe]

under the mistletoe | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: you and wesley, joe's best friend and your housemate, host a christmas party and joe helps decorate. think ugly christmas sweaters, homemade fruit punch, a fuck tonne of fairy lights and late night confessions

pairing: joseph quinn and female reader

word count: 2.9k

what you should know: this is a rpf (real person fanfic), please do not interact if you don't like rpfs, friends to lovers (if you squint), brief mentions of smut (minors DNI)

a/n: this is my first fanfic in a very long time. be nice and enjoy!

you arrive at the front door of your apartment, damp from the light snow and sore from the harsh wind on this dark winter's evening. you fumble through your bag to find your keys and when you do, you look up to see the festive wreath hung proudly in front of you. you had just finished a twelve-hour shift at the local down café and as much as you love christmas, you were more than happy to finally rid the smell of artificial ginger and peppermint from your skin and hair faster than you could say "bah humbug".

opening the door, you are greeted by an obnoxious mess of red, green, silver and glitter. tinsel and ball balls cover almost every surface of your living room, as if saint nicholas himself decided to explode and paint the room with cheap and garish christmas paraphernalia.

"good, you're back!" and before you could even close the door behind you, your roommate (and joe's best friend) wesley, dumps a heavy and itchy ball of woollen material into your arms. "so, joe and i both chipped in to buy us christmas sweaters for the party" he announces cheerfully, walking back over to the ladder that is standing in the middle of the living room. before you can protest, wesley pipes up, "you are wearing it, this it not negotiable!". he places his hands onto the ladder to steady it and it is then that you look up.

and there, dressed in the ugliest (and slightly too small) christmas sweater you had ever seen, was a sheepish looking joe. he is perched up rather precariously at the top of the ladder, trying his hardest to hang the string of fairy lights across the living room ceiling.

"joe?" you mumble and glance over to wesley with a warning look. thankfully, joe doesn't hear his name leave your mouth as he continues hanging the fairy lights, tongue sticking out between his lips in concerntration. you finally close the front door, dropping both the sweater and your bag onto the floor with a loud thud. wesley decides to chime in again, "he's helping us decorate, are you sweet joseph?" he pats joe's leg which unsteadies him for a brief moment, "we needed the manpower!". wesley's toothy grin is wider than a cheshire cats’ as he lets go of the ladder carelessly, leaving joe to wobble in an attempt to maintain his balance.

you had been introduced to joe not long after you and wesley moved into together, around two years ago. the attraction to him was instant but without knowing if the feeling was mutual, you pined away idly much to wesley's dismay. "you know he likes you back" wesley would say, after a few wines and a few of episodes of real housewives later, "stop being such a sap and just ask him out". you would usually just shrug in response and sip away until the bottle was finished.

you knew tonight was wesley's idea of 'gently' trying to set the pair of you up but if anything, with the ugly christmas sweater staring at you from the floor and the foul mood the rude customers at work had put you in, it felt like some cruel cosmic joke at your expense.

shaking your head, you notice some of your friends pre-gaming in the kitchen with what you believe to be homemade fruit punch. they attempt to sing along to 'last christmas' by wham! but they’re so beyond out-of-sync that it sounds more like a pack of feral cats.

looking back at wesley, you ask obliviously, "what party?". he rolls his eyes in response and throws an arm around your shoulder, "the christmas party we decided to throw this year?". he looks at you like it's the most obvious thing in the world but in all honesty, you couldn't concentrate when joe was right there. even the screeching of your friends' drunk carolling becomes dull background noise when looking at him.

"we've been decorating all day" joe steps down from the ladder cautiously, "do you like it?". and yeah, you really did like it but not as much as seeing a little bit of joe's stomach when his sweater shifts up as he climbs down the last few steps of the ladder. you nod your head a little too eagerly, "i love it, very festive indeed!". you are such a fucking loser.

joe's cheeks turn almost as red as the stupid christmas hat which sat on top of his curls. you can't help but chuckle quietly to yourself because joe, well, he was beautiful in ways most men can't be beautiful. all doe-eyed and full lips and now blushing like a teenage boy, all because you complimented him.

wesley coughs loudly, causing you to jump out of your daydream with a grimace. "how about i help you with your bags? you must be exhausted" he says dramatically before shoving you into your bedroom and slamming the door behind you both.

"isn't this great?" he asks, his ever-present grin still lingering from earlier. you twirl your finger, signalling him to turn around as you change. "oh yes, very" you reply sarcastically and shove the christmas sweater on, looking down only to find a anatomically incorrect reindeer stitched to the front of it accompanied by a red flashing nose. jesus fucking christ.

"no, seriously!" wesley says harshly, tapping his foot against the floor, "i mean, joe being here, soon to be supplied with alcohol" you snort, this only causes wesley to turn around to look at you with a determined look, "you, also here and also soon to be supplied with alcohol. i mean, come on, the story is writing itself!".

you sigh loudly as you struggle to tie your hair up to make yourself look half presentable, "wesley, this is not a christmas movie!" you press your index finger into his chest, "this party is not an excuse for you to try to set me and joe up". as soon as you finish speaking, wesley just smirks, winks, and shuffles out of your bedroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

rolling your eyes, you turn to face the long-standing mirror, taking in your appearance. your face illuminated by the red flashing reindeer nose in the centre of your sweater, you look beyond tired and haggard. there is no way, by the grace of michael bublé or miss mariah herself that joe - sweet and adorable joe - was going to attempt to make any moves on you tonight. you pull the hair tie from your ponytail and let your hair fall to your shoulders. you spot your favourite red lipstick and apply it carefully hoping to improve the situation.

pressing your lips together evenly to distribute the colour, you take one last look in the mirror and force a smile, "i guess this is as good as it's going to get". you huff and open your bedroom door, nervously walking into the sea of people.

-

"make my wish come true, all i want to christmas is you!"

you were happily tipsy on vodka and lemonade. the party, now in full swing, saw every room in your tiny apartment filled with intoxicated bodies. you could smell the sweaty wool from the array of christmas sweaters and the sickly sweet fruit punch wesley made, and made terribly. "this smells like turps" you laugh, taking a cautious sip from your red plastic cup, "fuck, tastes like turps too".

stumbling into the kitchen, you find joe chatting with wesley and a few of their friends whilst donning a 'kiss the chef' apron; the santa hat still miraculously on his head, albeit lopsided. joe looks over at you and grins, face flushed from the glow of too many cups of wesley's lethal punch. "we found joseph darling doing our dishes!" wesley winks at you and swiftly exits the kitchen, his friends in tow. you roll your eyes at his attempt at getting you and joe alone. "i feel bad for all the mess!" joe yells way too loudly for the small kitchen. his eyes are glassy and so, so big, as big as saucers as he leans over to whisper in your ear "you look really cute in that sweater".

you close your eyes and take in the sensation of his breath on your neck but you’re quickly catapulted back to reality when his head on your shoulder starts to slip. you pour the remnants of the punch out of your cup into the sink and turn on the tap to fill it with water. "let's some you some water and get you to bed, yeah?" you say, trying not to sound suggestive or flirty. joe only hiccups in response.

god, he was such a cute drunk and this is the first time she has seen joe like this as he begins whining "no, no, no" into her neck.

"come on, joe" you place an arm around his shoulder and begin to pull him in the direction of the spare bedroom. slowly making it to the door, you struggle to open it whilst holding joe up in attempt to keep him balanced. but as soon as you see the two dark silhouettes of two bodies moving in tandem together, you gasp out a "sorry!" and slam the door shut. joe howls, "i want to go in that room!” and please, you shake your head because you really don't need to hear him saying things like that right now. not when his body was flush against your own. you decided to take him into your own bedroom, pushing the door open with his weight and dropping him onto your bed. you'll take the couch you think to yourself, or as a form of sweet revenge on your dear housemate, you'll take his bed instead.

joe's sweater is pushed halfway up his torso as he rolls around in your bed. the dips of his hip bones and the small trial of hair leading down to his crotch are in clear view. you force yourself to look away, placing the cup of water on your beside table before turning around to leave.

"please don't go".

you back turn around, slowly, trying hard not to pay any attention to the fact that joe was practically half naked on your bed, begging you to stay. "you're very drunk" you say, trying to appear stern and responsible but seemingly it doesn't work as joe just looks up at you from your bed, all dazed and happy. "i'm not that drunk" hiccup, "scout's honour".

you sigh, "this is my home and you are my guest" you straighten up "i'm not going to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state". the sentence sounds jarring as it leaves your mouth and joe, well, joe just laughs as his sweater pushes further up his torso.

he parts his knees and replies, "i'd let you".

and fuck, don't say that.

"don't say that" you verbalise.

joe stands up from your bed, wobbly but appearing more sober than he has been all night. his santa hat has fallen off now, discarded on your bed and he runs his fingers through his sweaty curls, "why not?".

"because" you voice sounds meek and you know you can just turn around and leave and let him sleep it off but she can't seem to move, "because we're friends". joe walks across the room to be closer to you, you take a deep breath, "and because, you're really drunk". the last past comes out as a whisper as joe attempts to close the gap between the two of you. you shuffle as far back as you can until your back hits your bedroom door. all of the sudden, you room feels so very small.

"i'm not that drunk" he repeats.

and then, weakly, "please".

joe moves in closer and you close your eyes, imagining you're back in the living room, doing shots of fireball with wesley, laughing this whole thing off as a drunken mistake.

"would you look that?" you open one eye in response, squinting, and then the open the other, and the first thing you see is joe motioning to look up. there, between the two of you, is a piece of mistletoe hanging on by a sliver of sticky tape. "it's mistletoe" joe reaches delicately for your jaw and begins stroking your cheek, "you know what mistletoe means" and you swear there's a twinkle in his eyes.

oh, fuck you wesley.

when you look back at joe, he is merely an inch away and he is so pretty against the fairy lights in your room. his lips are shiny and plump from the way he keeps subconsciously biting them and finally, you feel yourself give in.

"just once" joe says and the kiss, the kiss is soft.

"just once" joe says and he kisses you along your jaw where his hand was mere moments ago.

"just once" joe says and he kisses you with his open mouth, along the curve of her neck.

"just once” joe says and his hands begin to press at your sweater as his knee pushes between her legs.

you wrap your hand around joe's waist and untie the stupid apron he was wearing and palm at his sweater until he eventually pulls it over his head, throwing it to the floor. his hair is everywhere, he is everywhere and he can't stop smiling at you. you laugh, "yeah, just this once".

joe turns you around and suddenly, you feel the back of your knees hit your bed. involuntarily, you fall backwards and somehow, all of your clothes have come off too and wow, joe's breathing heavily. you concentrate on the quick rise and fall of his chest but joe, well he's looking at you as if you hung the moon and every star too.

"are you sure about this? joe asks, taking in every part of you. you feel your whole body blush, "i thought i was the one taking advantage of you?" you reply quietly. and with that, joe put his mouth and hands on all the parts of you he has thought about for months, years even. he mumbles into your collarbone; the "oh fuck's" and "i've wanted this for so long's" becoming muffled and nonsensical.

you pull back and joe hangs his head, trying not to look at you. his mouth is swollen and split and you run your thumb over it before spreading your legs and nodding to let him know, yeah, you're really fucking sure.

joe grips your hips just a little too tightly and you made a small noise of discomfort. "fuck, sorry" he stops and he is so still, "did i hurt you? fucking hell" and you shake your head and dig your heels into the back of his thighs. "no, just-" you kiss the side of his mouth and buck your bare hips up to meet his erection, "you know...". and it's tense for a moment but soon after, he presses his face against he flat space between your breasts and chuckles into her ribcage, "yeah, i know".

you start chuckling too and suddenly, it's not so awkward anymore. joe does everything you ask and he can't stop asking if it's okay. and it is, god, it more than okay and he pushes you further up the bed, tilting your hips up, up and up to hit that spot inside of her that made her see fireworks.

and yeah, it's been while since you've been intimate with anybody but this is so nice and more than okay. it's all softness and drunk kisses and dumb jokes and quintessentially joe.

joe starts thrusting a little harder and you hand involuntarily slips down from where it was holding onto his neck to the space between both your hips in order to rub at your clit lazily. it's all quiet moans and shallow breathing and after a while, she gasps as she comes and he into her neck as he follows and for the first time all night, neither of them can hear the christmas music.

everything glows afterwards; all the fairy lights strung up around her room, specially the ones above her bed frame, make everything luminous yet hazy. and that how joe looks right now, beautiful and ruined. before pushing himself off of you, he presses a wet kiss onto the corner of your mouth and smile, "hi" he says, sweeter than candy canes.

he moves to lay next to you, wrapping his arm around your tummy, thumb rubbing circles into your hip bone. you only now realise now that you're both laying horizontally on your bed, you're calves and feet dangling over the edge. "hi" you say back.

there's a pause and then "i-" joe starts, low and sleepily, "i've been wanting to do that for a really long time". he snuggles into your side, head now resting on your chest, "you know, with you i mean". your heart is beating harder than it ever has and you are sure joe can hear it; you take the plunge. "me too, you have no idea" you exhale.

you look down at joe who is nestled into your breast. he looks up at you and there is this silent acknowledgment that you will be doing this again, a lot and sooner rather than later. joe lifts himself from you and slowly manages to get back on his feet. "we should get back out there soon" he comments, stood naked in the middle of your room like he belonged there, looking for his discarded clothes, "they'll be wondering where we are".

joe decides to go back out to the party first and you watch him get dressed, reluctantly pulling on his sweater which you finally noticed is knitted, blue and white with snowflake appliqué. ugly, but not ugly on him, you decided.

he wanders back over to you and just watches you, still sprawled on your bed, bathing in the afterglow of the moment. "see you out there" he says with a wink and leans down to kiss her one last time; he draws it out, sweet and wanting.

joe closes the door behind him and not even seconds later, you hear wesley shout, "quinn, i knew you had it in you, you filthy animal".

[dreamcarnivaldoll]

✨Angelic Pretty Sweet Themes Zodiac✨

This is just for fun!

Do you think you could build a wardrobe on your theme? Do you have a favourite dress or a dream dress in your zodiac theme?

All stock photos from Angelic Pretty!

Aries - Baked Goods ♈️

- Wonder Cookie

- Toy’s Donut Diner

- Decoration Dream

- Sugar Fairy Cake

Taurus - Circus ♉️

- Starry Night Theater

- Cirque du L’Étoile

- Fantasy Theater

- Magical Etoile

Gemini -Bunnies ♊️

- Bunny Picnic Party

- Marshmallow Bunny

- Cherry Berry Bunny

- Happy Garden

Cancer - Aquatic ♋️

- Jewel Marine

- Marine Kingdom

- Dream Marine

- Aquarium Carnival

Leo - Kitties ♌️

- Magical Milk Cat

- Princess Cat

- Cats Tea Party

- Dolly Cat

Virgo - Strawberry Whip ♍️

- Strawberry Whip

- Triple Tart

- Melty Berry Princess

- Milky Berry

Libra - Celestial ♎️

- Dreamy Planetarium

- Dream Sky

- Cosmic

- Misty Sky

Scorpio - Chocolate ♏️

- Chocolate Quartet

- Melty Ribbon Chocolate

- Melty Chocolate

- Chess Chocolate

Sagittarius - Carousel ♐️

- Eternal Carnival

- Crystal Dream Carnival

- Day Dream Carnival

- Sugary Carnival

Capricorn - Floral ♑️

- Romantic Rose Letter

- Sugar Pansy

- Sweet Lacy Basket

- Dramatic Rose

Aquarius - Toys ♒️

- Melody Toys

- Dreamy Baby Room

- Toy Fantasy

- Toy Doll Box

Pisces - Sweet Treats ♓️

- Milky Planet

- Jewelry Jelly

- Candy Treat

- Fruits Parlour

[jennyanypenny]

Giving Cats characters pkmn types (and moves+stats¿) ! Kittens Edition >:3

ok starting with abbreviations

_Atk = (physical) attack

_Def = (physical) defense

_SpA = special attack

_SpD = special defense

_Hp and speed are self explanatory

_ defensive means both defense stats

_ physical / special stats means both physical or special stats

(After writing for sillabub: The urge to make them all half normal was too real sorry)(It gets worse as it goes)

Sillabub: normal/psychic

She is THE normal/psychic type. I think I had this idea mostly because of the many normal/something typed baby Pokémon. Dont think of her as a literal baby but she is tiny. She gets higher defensive stats and a slightly higher SpA than Atk. Cosmic Power and Baton Pass for moves.

Tumblebrutus: fighting/normal

He tumbles thats enough for the fighting type :33. I can’t make them ALL just normal yknow. He’s the type of kid to get into fights just cuz. High speed stat, low Def and special stats. He gets Acrobatics and Wake-up Slap for moves.

Victoria: normal/fairy

moon moon Moonlight and Playrough are moves id give her. Her solo is soooo fairy type coded. High physical stats. Good hp. Rest suck tho gotta balance stuff. 

Electra: electric/normal

Self explanatory, cant miss the opportunity with the name. I like to think shes a bit magical too :] . Mid stats but high SpD and Atk. She gets Assurance, Nuzzle and Spark for moves.

Etcetera: ground/normal

Reaching with these typings once again. She might play in the dirt I guess. He would have Sand Attack and Screech for moves :3 . High Hp, but low defensive stats. High speed too.

Carbucketty (the one 98 called Pounce): normal/ground

He also plays in the dirt woahhh!?! Scratch and Mudshot. Inverse Etcetera stats :P . They can be trashy gimmick pokemon together <3

Plato (Admetus ig): normal

I cant, I cant give give him normal/rock and then say “he throws rocks” 😭 mmmm fighting maybe? Theres gonna be a lot of fighting types later tho :( . He can just be a normal meow meow. Moves can be Knock Off and Tail Whip. Mid stats all around except for high Def

Pouncival: normal/fairy (questionable)

Completely tripping here. But hear me out. Fairy types are silly and I like them. I havent focused enough on him in boots where he actually exist im sorry. He gets Counter and Bide for moves. High Atk and Hp. 

Next up are song cats :3

[crystalis]

i really love how delcatty is just like an ordinary cat creature but it has strange otherwordly properties and powers, like it learns moves like cosmic power and wish and stored power and it even has an ability called wonder skin and it evolves from a moon stone

but its just a normal cat creature.. it's not even part psychic or fairy type or whatever and it has terrible stats its just like a normal animal. but it's special

[randomx123]

INTRO POST

Hey everyone! Finally making the Intro Post...

Real Name: Debaditya

Nicknames: Random, DB, Blu

Age: 19

Birthday: 19/09/2005 (Yeah, today)

Hobbies: Drawing, Reading, coming up with story ideas I never do anything with

Favourites

Anime/Cartoons:

Pokemon

Digimon

Doraemon (DADDYMON)

Shin Chan

Kiteretsu

Hagemaru

Tokyo Beat Cop

Dinosaur King

Idaten Jump

Fairy Tail

Kindaichi Case Files

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash

Little Busters

Monsuno

Steven Universe

The Amazing World of Gumball

Adventure Time

Chowder

Scooby-Doo

SpongeBob SquarePants

Movies:

How to Train Your Dragon

Rise of the Guardians

Kung-fu Panda

Despicable Me

Ice Age

Books:

Harry Potter

Geronimo Stilton

Wings of Fire (Series)

Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica

Dragon Rider

Webcomics: (I literally have a series or two set for each day)

Castle Swimmer

Realta

Jackson's Diary

Erma

Nerd and Jock

Marionetta

Nomads

Lalin's Curse

Dreamwalker

Urban Animal

Jungle Juice

The God of Highschool

My S-Class Hunters

Children of Mirraa

The Last Dimension

Spellward Bound

Branching Out

Code Helix

Portal Fantasy

How to Become a Dragon

Blacksmith

The Blind Prince

1HP Club

Lumine

Shingi

Other Interests

Cats

Dragons

Blue stuff (duh), and green too

Dark and creepy stuff (Especially spooky stories)

Mythologies (Especially Hinduism)

Epic Battle Fantasy

Kirby

Cursedblr (No I won't explain...)

Extra stuff about me

Desi (Ghoti Bangali)

Introvert IRL (Mostly. Can get pretty violent tho. Not in recent years).

B. Tech. Student (Electrical Engineering)

ISTJ personality type

Virgo (Meen Rashi, Meen Lagna)

AroAce (Aego)

Fav song is 'Fireflies' by Owl City

I've moved places a bunch of times (4 times so far)

My family has Durga Puja at our ancestral home every year (and Lakshmi Puja too, cuz dem's the rules)

Learnt how to sing with the Harmonium for about 2 years or so

Red Belt in Kung-fu

Side-blogs

@divine-mess-ember

@one-tusked-claymation

@cosmic-fireball

@pippo-ho-ho