#i cant help myself ok

[vivianquill]

Okay. so. basic breakdown of the dragonfrost au goes as such.

You have Tango, a young adult dragon (young in dragon years, not mortal years) who lives in the deepfrost citadel-- or more specifically, below it. his hoard is below the burning dark, in a room that takes puzzles to get to. (think the control room puzzle).

He likes people, but has that dragon lifespan and semi-alien morals due to being. well. a heckkin dragon. He's lawful good, and while he doesn't seek out 'bad' people to do vengeance, he will test and judge and 'play' with anyone he comes across. He believes that adventurers are primarily greedy and selfish and will do anything for their own gain. proven time and time again by people trying to steal his hoard. No one has succeeded. ever.

The he visits the village at the bottom of the mountain a lot, and sees it as part of his 'domain' and under his protection. Mostly cause the people there are nice to him and just people trying to live and be good people, yah know? They have the Tango stamp of approval. The people there know 'Tango' as a odd wanderer who is the only one to survive going up to the Citadel, for some reason. They know there's something up there, and while some people suspect it's a dragon, but other people think it's other things, and what do they gain by angering whatever it is? Tango knows more than he lets on, surely. He's gotta be like, a spokesperson for the dragon or something.

Anyway. Jimmy is a canary Avian, and the little scraplet i wrote is more of a prologue-ish bit. Jimmy has a slight magic that lets him sense immediate danger, but the troupe he adventures with always underestimated him and never trusted his danger-sense. He was traveling with them because his family ended up in debt to some powerful people. He was the one who took it upon himself to work off as much of the family debt as he could manage, and as such-- adventurer. He sorta acts like 'the party npc' a lil bit. Jimmy isn't really a fighter, and is instead more useful for his connections and survival knowledge.

Jimmy caught Tango's eye because of his golden feathers and his danger sense magic and his high perception and insight. he also, after getting to know Jimmy more, despite his mistrust, and ends up convinced that the rest of the troupe is standard adventurer fair-- not worth much more than food for his dungeon. But he let them get all the way to the hoard as a test for Jimmy, and Jimmy passed. Tango murdered all the rest of the troupe, and took Jimmy as part of his hoard.

Because of this, Jimmy is now 'warlock', and Tango is his patron. It took a long while for Jimmy to sorta-- get over the murder thing. but that's fine! Tango's dragon magic, when forged through a warlock-patron connection, lets him slow Jimmy's aging, as well as give him other magic powers too. It wouldn't do to lose the only good adventurer he's ever met, after all.

After Jimmy finally comes around to being Tango's-- something. Friend? Ward? Treasure? Something. Whatever it is. Jimmy takes on a similar role to Tango. They take care of the town, and the citadel, and if any adventurers come by, Jimmy takes on the guise of being their guide. He whistles to Tango each night, telling songs of how he's being treated. If they don't treat Jimmy right, they get to be dungeon food. If they keep Jimmy safe and listen to his instructions all the way through the dungeon to the hoard, and only take what they truly need of the treasure, for good reasons, they get the chance to leave alive. But they have to get out on their own. Most people never do. But some do.

It brings stories of glory and treasure, attracting more adventurers, more players for the game. More business for the village. Tango changes the games and puzzles, keeping it forever new and challenging, but he never collects any more warlocks. he offers it, to a select few he's deemed as good as Jimmy, but none of them take it. Yet. Most of them have family to get back to, people they need to save. (like Jimmy did, once.) (They're surely all dead by now.) (He's lived for so, so long. Tango is the only one who knows him anymore. (The least he can do is soften Tango's edges for everyone else.) (Jimmy might be a canary in a cage but he can sing to protect the miners, right?)

It's fine. The village is thriving, and the adventurers get a chance, at least.

[grace122]

CATLYN IS PUNZ’ GF ???? 😭😭 IM SO BEHIND WHATTT

YESS EVERYONE WAS FREAKING ON TWITTER BC THERE WAS A LEAK ABOUT IT

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[haunted-xander]

Sometimes I think about Urianger's role in and feelings on the Thancred-Ryne dynamic and I think watching it kills him a bit inside. For several reasons.

Like, to begin with there's the guilt he's been carrying with him since he ushered Minfilia to the first, how he effectively killed the person Thancred cared about the most in the world and who's "death" ended up causing Ryne's entire Situation. He looks at what's happening between them and can only think "I caused this" even though that's not really true. No one person is responsible for this outcome, it's a culmination of several circumstances and the consequences of them. Logically, Urianger knows this. But it doesn't matter, because his guilt is overpowering his logic.

And also, like. What Thancred is doing here, the way he's knowingly letting Ryne be and stay hurt because he literally cannot bring himself to tell her his feelings, is the exact same mistake Urianger made with Moenbryda. Of course, the circumstances are vastly different, and the potential consequences to Thancred telling Ryne the wrong things or her misinterperating it is far greater (being a matter of literal life or death), it's still the same sort of paralysis they are trapped in.

And he knows it. He sees it. But he can't say or do anything about it, he doesn't have the right to. He acknowledges the mistake, but he hasn't really improved upon it yet. He still doesn't voice his thoughts and feelings as he should. He's also non-confrontational by nature, he doesn't argue or try to change peoples minds, he probably doesn't think he has any place to.

So, he tries to help in what little ways he can. Because he doesn't want it to become Monebryda again, he doesn't want to know he stole not one but two people from Thancred. So he does what he can. He tells Ryne little tidbits about Thancred, things that help her understand him but are safe to share. Nothing too deep, nothing too personal. Just small things, things that are purely factual, because he can't afford to give her a false image of who Thancred is. He teacher her fun and interesting things, because Thancred isn't in the mindset to provide her with non-essential skills.

I like to think Urianger has brought it up with Thancred at least once, during one of his stays. But nothing would've come of it. Not really. Unlike Y'shtola, Urianger isn't pushy, he'll bring it up once or twice and when he sees this won't go anywhere, he gives up. He wants to help, but he knows that persistance only does do much, and he is not the person who has the resiliance needed to push and push until Thancred finally budges (because he won't budge, it won't help anything but to sour things further by adding aditional stress to an already strained dynamic).

And like. Urianger gets it. He gets it because he's been the same way- not saying what he should to someone he loves more than anything else because she was meant to figure her life out herself, and 'steering' her in any direction by telling her his feelings (regardless of if the 'steering' is intention or not) will go against that. He gets it. He gets it and it's all the more painful for it. He knows it can't just be fixed by acknowledging it or with encouragement, something needs to happen to break the stasis.

I think this is probably why he stayed behind while they went off to Nabaath Areng. This is the very last chance they have to say what they want to, and he can't afford to be the anchor anymore. This is about them, not him, he can't let their resolution be buffed by his presence, so he stays behind. Which was probably for the best. Ryne got nervous when Urianger said he's staying behind, probably not too excited about being alone with Thancred (well, not alone, but WoL doesn't count) so soon after she had ran away crying. But she needs to be nervous. For anything positive to come out of this Thancred and Ryne both can't afford to be too relaxed. As sad as it is, the stress is necessary for anything to happen. He knows it. Does he like it? Absolutely not, but nor does he like his other plots. At least no one dies this time if it goes right.

[jimimn]

you know night after night i'll be fuckin' you right seven days a week

[pinkd3mon]

I just wanted an excuse to draw my Galacta with a cape propaganda

[izel-scribbles]

just finished malevolent relisten. needless to say the obsession has been rekindled tenfold its previous magnitude

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain rot so bad i was in class today when a schoolmate was wearin red sunnies and my prof went 'you look like something straight out of a marvel comic' HIS NAME IS SCOTT SUMMERS PUT RESPECT ON HIS NAME

[skunkes]

i keep feeling more ok with driving and then set back by a New Situation and/or my dad freaking me out

[frigidfries]

deep in my wip folder there are the thumbs for a ~6 page papyrus & flowey comic from a whiiiile ago. for funsies, here is a segment of the page i test colored with no lettering or context

[echo-rambles]

birthday wishes

words: 1,567 tags: fluff, best friend!lee know, f!reader, humor, platonic cuddling, a vague allusion to bf!chan. notes: I don't know what got a hold of me. I wrote this out in just a few hours because I couldn't stop thinking about bff!lino and being stupidly affectionate. I tried my best but lino's voice isn't very easy for me to write for just yet lol. hopefully it's fun!

-o0o-

You tap at your phone screen, awakening it just enough to check the time. Maybe if you keep checking, it'll make the minutes move by faster. Logically you know that's not how it works but you're so impatient.

Most everyone else is asleep, but you can't even begin thinking of going to bed. Not only do you have something you need to do, but you're also just too damn excited. You've been waiting for this all night and it's almost time. How are you meant to sleep? 

Finally, finally, you watch as the hour ticks over and it's midnight. You've been waiting for this.

Scurrying off, you slip your way into the bedroom and sneak over to the bed. There's a lump under the covers, and you could jump on it and startle the lump awake. But you don't think it'd be a very kind thing to do, no matter how excited you might be.

Instead, you perch yourself at the edge of the mattress and begin to gently peel the blanket away, revealing the person underneath. 

"Hey, wake up." You whisper, a little sharply. 

Minho grumbles, smashing his face further into his pillow, turning away from your voice. 

"Oh my god, wake up already."

"Why?" The word is muffled and grumpy. 

"Happy Birthday!" You finally give in to your excitement and shake at his shoulder. 

"...What?" Finally he rolls towards you, squinting at you through the gloom of the night. 

"It's the 25th, you fool."

Another grumble, almost verging on a whine. "I'm trying to sleep. It'll still be my birthday in the morning, when I'm awake."

"But you're awake now."

"Under duress."

"Whatever, I want to celebrate with you now." You try to make a show of complaining, but you can tell Minho is already settling back into sleep. Well, that won't do. Not yet, at least. Crawling into the bed, you shimmy your way under his covers, until you can press your chilly feet against his shins, smiling as he flinches and opens his eyes enough to glare at you. "I bet I'm the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

The glare softens a little, and then he's sighing, shifting around so he can offer you space on his pillow to share. You gladly accept. Getting so close you're almost nose to nose.

Minho hums thoughtfully. Sleepily. "You’d bet correctly."

“By birthday rules, that means I win.”

He hums again, much more sleepy than thoughtful. “Congratulations.”

"Do you want some birthday cuddles?" You ask, already knowing the answer. 

"What would Chan say?" Minho snarks, instead of an outright rejection. 

You give him this long look, raising a single eyebrow. "'You're cuddling without me?' and then he'd jump in bed and sandwich you between us for birthday cuddles "

"Ugh, I'm glad it's just you here to smother me."

"Exactly!" You chirp, surging forward to wrap him up in your arms. He grumbles some more, but he melts into the hug regardless. Tucking his head into the space between your neck and the pillow. 

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"I didn't get to sing happy birthday to you yet…" 

"I'll only allow it if you do it with a really weird accent." 

"Why would I sing it any other way?" 

Minho's phone chimes, interrupting you before you can really get started. You untangle yourself from birthday cuddling to practically crawl over him to grab at it. Awakening it to check the notification.

"Who is it?" Minho asks from where his face is practically pressed into your ribs. 

"Hyunjin wished you a happy birthday. Ha! He's two minutes too late! This means I definitely won.” Another chime. “Jisung gets third place, since he just now sent birthday wishes." 

"Oh, tell them that they lost. Rub their faces in it." He says, twisting about to try and look at his phone screen. He sounds more awake now, as if the promise of fucking around with your friends has energized him. 

Of course you take the opportunity presented to you, taking his phone with you as you settle back into bed, giggling relentlessly to yourself as you type away. “Ah, too slow! So sad! Noona wished me hbd the moment the clock struck twelve! You’re both losers. And then a lot of laughter.” You narrate from Minho’s perspective, replying in the group thread. 

Minho nods along, chin pressing into your shoulder as he watches the message get drafted and sent. “Add a sticker too, and maybe more laughter.”

“Perfect!” After following directions, you lock Minho’s phone and slip it somewhere under the pillow. “Ok, where was I?”

“Singing happy birthday. In a terrible accent.”

“You said weird.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” 

Huffing and puffing and complaining, you make a big show out of it. Getting comfortable under the covers and snuggling close to Minho, folding both of his hands between your own before you start to sing. Somewhere in the middle of the birthday song, your accent changes, getting away from you and turning into something completely different. It makes Minho laugh. 

You both try your best to stay quiet, neither of you wanting to alert the others to the little impromptu birthday party happening in his room. Or else they’d converge and crowd the bed, and you don’t want that. This is for the two of you. No one else. 

He starts to sing along with you towards the end, affecting his own voice and making you trip up with laughter. It’s stupid and you’re both giggling once it’s all over, but it’s worth it. 

“Ok, so.” You start, once the both of you have the laughter under control. “What’s your birthday wish?”

He hums, closing his eyes once again. The smile is still present, and you’re sure he’s not about to fall asleep again. It’s a thoughtful sort of hum, not sleepy at all. “I wish… to one day gain the ability to speak to my cats. I feel like it would be very helpful and I could ask them why they insist on chewing on candy wrappers when I buy them wonderful toys.”

“Minho-ah.” You pout, just a little, giving your clasped hands a shake. “Be serious. I really want to know.” 

Minho squeezes your hands, sighing through his nose. “It’s the same wish every year. To live a happy life, surrounded by the people I love most in the world.”

“And it comes true? Every year?” 

“I’m here with you, aren’t I? Tomorrow I’ll wake up to Changbin and Jeongin trying to make me a birthday breakfast because they don’t want me to cook for myself, even though they will absolutely burn whatever it is on the stove. Chan-hyung will spend the whole day making excited little noises because he wants to give me his birthday gift the moment he sees me but he’s already made a pact with the other boys to wait until lunch. They’ll give me hugs and kiss my face and smother me with their love, all day.” Minho’s voice is quiet as he describes everything, and you can almost see it. Like some sort of premonition. 

They all know each other so well and they all love him dearly.  

“It’s the same, every year. Because I never want it to stop being true.” 

You shuffle closer, until you can tuck your head underneath his chin. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop being true, Minho. Even if you wished for something different, I don’t think we'd ever stop loving you.” 

He laughs, just a huff through his nose, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he hums and speaks. “Well, then I guess my wish to suddenly speak feline is back and better than ever.” 

The both of you fall asleep like that. Giggling and whispering to each other until sleep claims you. In the morning you’re woken up by Chan, diving into the bed and complaining that he missed out on birthday cuddles, which is soon joined by Felix crawling into bed and asking for cuddles of his own. You immediately latch onto Felix once he’s close enough, abandoning both Minho and Chan to smush Lixie’s face in your hands. 

The bed becomes crowded not long after, just like you knew it would, with Jisung joining and squeezing Minho in a hug, apologizing that he wasn’t able to wish his jagiya a happy birthday sooner. (Seungmin had poked his head in, saw the messy cuddle pile, and simply wished his hyung a happy birthday before leaving to ‘supervise Jeongin.’) 

It’s all very sweet and a little loud and Minho gets his revenge by pinching Chan’s ass at least twice. 

Hyunjin skids to a stop in the doorway, both hands braced on either side and his face solemn. “Changbinnie is trying to burn down your kitchen.” 

“I am not!” Changbin bellows back, voice carrying down the hall. Hyunin presses his lips together tightly.

“I take it all back.” Minho says, from his place folded deeply into Jisung’s arms. “I wish that everyone would leave me to lay here and rot away in peace.” 

“But we love you.” You say sweetly as you grab his cheek and pinch. Minho smiles at you, all teeth. Jeongin yells something in the background about how toast should not look that color. No matter what Minho says, you know this is the start of a very perfect birthday.

[dilfcherricola]

me: "no i dont think growing up in protestant purity culture had that much of an effect on me" my growing list of 'problematic' kinks: 👁👁

[ittybittybumblebee]

i want to see exactly how many people actually have thought i am for research because ive gotten this quite a few times from different people i just wanna see how far it goes

[simcardiac-arrested]

compensation :-]

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME

[malwarechips]

i think its kinda funny (now ive gotten over my fear of arti at least i used to be so fucking sad abt this) that a lot of ppl thought arti was decently easy and spears was really hard meanwhile i was the COMPLETE opposite. spear master my beloved arti my beloathed