literally so embarrassing to have someone go "i don't go here" or "what's this from?" on my art and it's a rarepair/crackship that is in no way representative of the source material... and i have to be like. well you see, the rest of the restaurant's menu is not like this. i'm doing my own thing eating black olives right out of the can in the back-of-house. whether or not you want me to throw you a can, you have to understand that's not what they serve out front
Instead of a raging insomniac, what about Sun and Moon handling a Y/N who is a furious narcoleptic? It would involve Sun coaxing Y/N to stay awake because yikes, even Moon agrees that it's a problem to sit down for one second at the security desk and immediately slump over into a dead sleep.
lots of respect for ppl who don't post/talk abt certain oc things due to not wanting to spoil their own stuff, however i will not be doing that. by the time any of this stuff is finished it'll probably be different anyways
A snippet of the song catching feelings by Riton, Kah-Lo, Mr Eazi plays over clips from Wandee Good day episode 3, and the lyrics are overlaid on large letters over the clips.
"I'm not catching feelings tonight/I'm not catching feelings" over Wandee closing the door in Yoyak's face.
"Cause I've made up my mind/ but I get caught up every time" over Ter pulling Wandee's arm
"oh" over wandee telling Yoyak not to dirty talk during Yoyak's follow up appointment.
"I'm getting feelings tonight" over a drunk wandee looking up at Yoyak rescuing him from people that tried to drug him
"oh, I know you can feel" over Yoyak's blurry face from Wandee's POV
"I don't want you in my head" over Yoyak declining a ride from Wandee
"But you've got me" over Yoyak and wandee play fighting on Wandee's couch leads to Yoyak leaning over wandee and almost kissing him before remembering that Wandee said he only wanted a 1 night stand
"Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh" over Wandee pressing a finger to Yoyak's lips to remind him about the no kissing rule
"You've got me good" over Yoyak placing his pendant around Wandee's neck and kissing it, before asking "do you allow this?"
Now? NOW of all times?! Qhi'zhek had felt him on the air, his presence undeniable to any but the dullest of Furies, even from miles away! But Qhi'zhek was not ready for him to return... not now. Something was... wrong. Something was wrong... with him. So many of his usually dark-blue feathers had begun to molt, and turn dark crimson. He had literal dots and splashes of red pelted all over his elegant robes of blue. And his temper... it was out of control.
A low, threatening HISS emerged from the toothy beak of the Lord of Change as the Bloodletter who had delivered the news scowled back at him, squaring up against Qhi'zhek even if it was totally obvious who would win such a square-off. The Greater Daemon's eyes narrow at this messenger as he asks him;
"Are you speaking truthfully? Be VERY careful of your choice of words... I can SMELL lies if you try and deceive me."
"I DO NOT DECEIVE, FOR IT IS NOT IN MY BLOOD, UNLIKE YOU, TZEENTCHIAN." the Bloodletter snarls, clearly offended by such an accusation. "LORD SKARBRAND HAS RETURNED, AND IS HEADING FOR INFERNIUS AS WE SPEAK."
"FINALLY, WE'LL HAVE A WORTHY OVERSEER OF THIS STRONGHOLD."
Worthy... WORTHY... that word stung Qhi'zhek more than it usually would. Was it because it invoked hurt? Or was it just because it made him more ANGRY? He could feel his blood literally BOIL, as if his Sire's own daemon-flames had erupted within his veins and marinated them from within. Another sharp pang of agonizing sensation rang through his brain, and Qhi'zhek clutched his head, an ear-piercing shriek erupting from the depths of his lungs, loud enough to echo for literal miles away from Infernius, and without sense, without thought... Qhi'zhek was upon the Bloodletter, a blind feral rage overcoming him as talons raked and shredded flesh from bone, and beak pecked and snapped them 'till nothing but shards remained, all while staining his colorful front with the sickening crimson of viscera and gore.
When he came to his senses, the pain still rung in his head, but it was manageable. He watched as the last few, eviscerated remains of the lesser daemon vanished into aether, leaving nothing but a spatter of blood and guts all over his chamber floors, and across his front, that iron tang fresh and hot upon his beak and tongue.
... What was he becoming?
He did not have the luxury to linger on that thought, however. Skarbrand was approaching. And while still spattered with the blood of the Exile's kin, he humbly shuffles his way out of his quarters, ready to face his Khornate superior...
Hi!!!!! It’s basically day 3 (midnight) but here’s ... Favorite clan/Archetype!!!
I’ve got some things listed here... I didn’t end up finding references but I used to copy wingals card art like a hundred times when I was 10 years old so hopefully I remembered that at least.