#i keep forgetting i get asks sometimes

[containedconspiracy]

how do you feel about the HE class abnormality Funeral of Dead Butterflies, with the WAW class E.G.O “Solemn Lament”?

i rock with him honestly. except one time my friend who was really really attracted to him paid me to draw him shirtless and honestly i never recovered

also his ego gear is pretty cool!

(i keep forgetting my askbox is open. feel free to ask me stuff about my ocs, opinions, whatever the hell. i have free time)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[coquelicoq]

what drinks do you have on hand when people come over? are they just things that you drink yourself, or do you stock anything that you don't drink just so you can offer it to people? for instance, if you don't like soda, do you keep some in your house anyway just in case someone comes over and wants some?

[canisalbus]

just a quick ask to tell u it makes me super happy seeing the detail u go into when pointing out stuff u like about other people's art of ur ocs :3 it's so rare to see but it's so so motivating!! <3

Thank you! I don't take any interest for my art for granted, and if someone goes through the trouble of drawing my characters for me, I feel like trying to write a proper response is the least I can do. For a visually oriented person, receiving gift/fan art is a huge deal, it means someone considered my goobers worth their time and effort, they've probably been thinking about them more than a little and found them inspiring in a way or another, and I find that terribly flattering. It's extremely fun and interesting to see other people's takes on them. And I've drawn stuff for people as well, I know how nice and rewarding it feels to receive a response that is longer than a word or two. Positive comments like that can linger in people's minds for a long time, at least for me they do.

[scatterbrainedbot]

THROWING THIS DOODLE AT YOU WITH AGGRESSIVE AFFECTION!!

Wanted to render it but ran out of time :') BUT PLEASE KNOW!! Your Rat son au is my Roman empire. I think about it at LEAST once a week, like the designs and concepts and characterization and UGH EVERYTHING!! ITS ALL SO GOOD!! AND UR STYLE?? IM FOREVER CONSUMING IT!!! Literally peek nostalgia, comfort, even thru the angst its just so perfect im-

and- and splinter just bring me so much joy. Hes so goofy and soft and I sob every time I see him, imagine getting like the most gentle and affirming hug- I would cry immediately.

AHHHH!! ANYWAY STAY AMAZING ZACH!! :D <33333

TRIONA

TRIONA. TRIONA I AM SHAKING.

OH MY GOD???? LIKE OH???? MY GOD??????? THOSE ARE MY BABY SONS OH MY GOD THEY ARE GORGEOUS AND COZY PERFECT AMAZING I AM FULLY EMOTIONAL

LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHH I CANT STOP STARING AT THEM BUT ALSO HAVE TO LOOK AWAY BECAUSE I AM LITERALLY TEARING UP?????

I LOVE THAT U CAN TELL A STORY FROM JUST THEIR POSES AND POSITIONS LIKE MIKEY DEF CAME OVER TO PESTER DONNIE AND FELL ASLEEP ON HIS LAP SO DONNIE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO STAY AND NAP TOO (cause its illegal to disrupt little brothers sleeping in ur laps of course, same rule as cats) AND THEN LEO WANDERED IN AND PROBABLY SMILED THAT AFFECTIONATE BIG BROTHER SMILE BEFORE CURLING UP BESIDE THEM THEN RAPH CAME A LIL BIT LATER WONDERING WHERE EVERYONE WAS AND AFFECTIONATELY CALLED THEM A BUNCH OF BOZOS BEFORE TAKING A SEAT WITH THEM (in a semi blind spot too the protective little baby) AND HE DIDNT MEAN TO FALL ASLEEP BUT IT WAS JUST TOO COZY AND AHHH

UGH AND THEN OLD MAN SPLINTER COMES TO CHECK ON THEM AND THOSE ARE HIS BABIES HIS LITTLE BOYS I AM SOBBING TRIONA I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH I AM BEYOND WORDS

[hihopelessromantics]

making an nnt "god" a concrete thing with lore / biology. substance if you will. because committing to the bit is fun and nakaba missed out

inspired that the idea that not only should Meliodas and Elizabeth have a less human form but Tristan too! I love the different takes on their designs.

chapters cause this is long! and control f is our friend

canon adjacent lore

children of the gods

awakened god designs

the gods' chosen helpers

extra pet theory because I love y'all and I love elizabeth angst

@kalopsiakey @7-ratsinatrenchcoat thank you for helping out with the brainstorming for the tristan and melizabeth 'eldritch forms'! Hope you like the finished product!!

- - - - canon adjacent lore anyone ? - - - - -

In my aus, I usually go with the interpretation that the SD and DK are the latest two in a line of governing deities, with the others dying to various means. And the SD and DK blotted them out from public memory to establish the maximum amount of control for themselves.

In order to govern their realms, I propose it was a long-standing practice that gods would retain only a percentage of their power, and lend out the rest to trusted ones who help them ensure the safety and health of their realm. There might be other groups that the Archangels and Ten Commandments are in charge of!

Theoretically, this would also allow them to retain a form suitable to walk among their people. None of this taller than a castle shtick. Perhaps the DK and SD are physically magnified with their power. Part of their appearance is morphed by their will - the DK's armor, and the veil across the Supreme Diety's face seem to be symbols of their power. They can also be representative of how the DK was seen as an invincible opponent, and how now one knew the SD's true intentions but thought she's "too holy to look upon and find fault in."

To a god, sacrificing and dividing up your power (especially) in a time of peace is symbolic of trust and humility. In war, it could be neccessary to maintain one's prestige and honor as a monarch., Could mean that you value the ability to live as one of your people as one of them rather than as someone they worship.

- - - - children of the gods - - - -

What's the difference between something like the Supreme Diety and her daughter? Biologically, nothing, I'd assume. In nnt, "god" seems to be a state of being, asserted not simply by having power but by coming into your own and claiming it as you.

I propose that the gods are a conduit for that portion of their realm's magic that would otherwise roam freely, and that the other life in that realm has already absorbed, at birth, the limit each individual can handle. Biologically, that is.

For a goddess or demon to maintain that state in Britannia without cracking holes in the fabric of reality, there'd need to be some way to both reign in that power and dilute it down to a level that's manageable for that individual. And there probably are ways. Let's see what happened to Mel. His 'original powers,' when he accepted them, were raw and undivided; additionally, he had no clue how to manage a power influx of that extent and his mind was NOT in a good place to try and manage an extra extreme stressor. And uh. He has priors with letting his demon powers run amock in a destructive manner. If there's also a psychological component to how your godly powers act, that's the first uh-oh. Second uh - oh: he'd maintained complete certainty that unlocking them would have that kind of disastrous consequences for 3,000 years. self-fulfilling prophecies are a thing. especially if you believe that a demon's powers, specifically, their darkness, is deeply involved with their subconscious. Being 'a god' doesn't seem to logically coincide with being helpless. I think the real reason the DK and SD were trapped in their "bubbles" in their respective realms is their refusal to set aside that power, and walk as a simple demon or goddess even temporarily. A lack of will (in the gods' place) or a lack of control (Mel), rather than a lack of possibility. It makes it more interesting, I think!

In that case, the natural disasters we saw after Mel stepped into that power would be a result of the vast amount of demon realm magic accompanying him running completely amock in the wrong realm, interfering with the other magics present and the balance.

- - - - For "awakened god" designs! - - - -

I think Meliodas would want to keep his appearance mostly the same . . . just with more pizazz. Same with Zeldris, he seems to have it down pretty well already judging by his dramatic entrance in 4kota. If they're able to channel their powers well enough for this, I think they'd leave most 'monstrous' features toggled off while using this form except for their aura, and other associated demonic features such as wings, horns, and claws. They'd use the extra power boost to help their darkness roam with more versatility. Perhaps it'd form a tail behind them and coil about their horns and nearby loved ones like decorative, protective wreaths. It might lend a dragonlike flair to Meliodas, with several sets of horns about his face and dragonlike spines; and likewise, for Zeldris, some regal feathers and a simple, elegant floating crown - irremovable but loved - floating like a halo above his head.

I think Elizabeth would gain another pair of wings (if not more), and a dress of light in the same theme as Meliodas's assault mode outfit. She would have a magnificent crown of light, and she would hate it, she would complain that she didn't even wear a crown at her wedding, why does her magic think she'd want one? and she'd tear it off. every time. Maybe one day she'll accept it. Her brother-in-law tells her it's a symbol of how she'd given her heart, blood and breath to her realm, and to protecting the peace in Britannia, and that it's something she earned. But all she can see is this form is more grandiose than her mother's ever was, regardless of how much more like herself it looks than like some plain, no-faced worship-demanding statue. (That's how Meli describes her mother). Maybe one day! In the meantime, she released most of her original magic back to the Celestial Realm to assist in its revival. And covers up the crown with ribbons her husband sewed for her whenever she's prepping for a serious battle.

The special feature I came up with for what I'm calling Tristan's "awakened god form" is based on a biblical angel's wheels of eyes. That, except Twinkle stars, bright as a goddess's magic but as maneuverable as darkness, and they point in whichever direction he's focused on.

Wings would be feather-based, with darkness that weaves around them like the tounges of flames.

I think even the most high-level demons and goddesses would have less humanlike teeth in the back of their mouths accompanying their molars. Maybe just a little sharper, and much more durable. Maybe a second or third row of teeth that gets less prominent or even more retractable as it nears the lips. sharks come to mind. I'm jealous of their teeth. Why are ours so flimsy. Anyway. 7 rats proposed a demon / goddess child's noticably inhuman teeth might be like that of an anglerfish. Interesting idea.

Like. Uh- puts on a poetic narrator voice Like a wide smile, almost uncannily wide but almost like the way you walk with your feet pointed outward and not an emotion. And when he moves his mouth to speak or frown you can see little gleaming edges along his jaw like a set of jewels in a necklace. You're not sure what they are. Like spikes or horns but… from within. That ought to be decorative, you think, but you've thought the same about the demons’ sets of horns and their fangs and now that you think about it, the shapes surrounding the powered-up goddesses'… is they really magic or something supernatural beyond your mind’s comprehension. . . ?

As for the eyes - dark, demon-colored with swirling golden triskeles in the center. Since in normal form he already has the duality - and it makes sense considering how goddess and demon powers present themselves in their eyes - I think hiding the heterochromia in his eldritch form would make it more horrifying. Like, now we are stepping away from physics into what a “god” is in this universe. The darkness spills out of his eyes like the whisps of dry ice ofc!

- - - the gods' chosen helpers: examinating the the SD's blessings and the DK's curses - - - -

3/4 Archangels' Graces channel a certain element of nature: wind (Tornado), water (Ocean), light (Sunshine), with Ludociel's Flash being the odd one out. I propose this is because Ludociel has such a tainted mindset the only Grace that would take him is the one representing swift, determined action (because hehe). The Ten Commandments, unlike the Graces, have a further element of control - their double-edged nature - suggesting the DK isn't as thorough of a manipulatior (deadbeat hehe) as the SD and cannot rely on his command alone to gain 100% of the TC's focus. There's been clear tampering with the power it gives them, and less trust; they're artificial compared to the Graces, one of which was said to have chosen Escanor of its own free will. As for what they can do - they represent values that are considered virtues. Except for purity. what the hell does Derieri's purity do again? Not that she NEEDS that extra power, for the love of god the brute force trauma of this woman's second blow would probably cause permanent damage. Anyway, love forces those with hatred in their hearts to stand down from a fight (objectively not a bad thing), truth does the truth thing, etc.

These are not neccessarily combat-focused powers, though they are used and intended as such. It's not a stretch to say they could be utlized in a different manner in times of peace. The Demon Realm has probably countless small villages and intellegent species for the King to oversee and keep the peace between. It makes sense for him to have more vassals from that standpoint. Meanwile, the Celestial Realm from what we can tell has fallen into disrepair without the routine care of its people. I'm gonna go ahead and headcanon that the natural phenomenon here is at least as 'extreme' in human terms as the demon realm's, and that effectively managing a system of islands in the sky with probably dozens of intellegent migratory creatures like sky fish, etc. does take some supernatural effort. And that most of the goddess population here is centralized in one main area. Pretty much all nakaba has given us is an implied lack of diversity in the celestial realm (why everyone look like that except for Tarmiel) (it's fine we can make the creatures ourselves). Anyway. A not-double-edged-sword version of the Commandments and the current Graces could be repurposed to aid in civil relations (people), and enviornmental mangement (nature) respectively.

-- - - - - extra! pet theory as to why Elizabeth is an only child - - - -

I have a pet theory for my holy war au that Elizabeth wasn't made like a human child and is, rather, a genetic clone the SD shaped of herself (think shaping a living being out of clay) as well as just one in a succession of rebellious (and very dead) attempts at the perfect daughter. This is why there's only one of her, while Meliodas has a sibling, and why she's older than Meliodas. Until Elizabeth, there was no proof that what the SD and DK wanted could be managed without serious consequences. The SD learned that just having the one is important for the amount of control she wants over her daughter. She only has so much patience, and the sisters tended to back each other over her. Thank - well, herself - that they were so young. . . all those times. This is why the DK insisted on totally eliminating his children's emotions; he thinks so long as they don't care for one another, and don't even think to, he can manage as many as he wishes. Otherwise, he thinks the SD is a loon who failed like four times in succession, and refuses to acknowledge that he specifically waited for her to succeed, "learning" from her mistakes, before having his own children.

[turrondeluxe]

sometimes i forget not everyone knows how mikey and miguel met and how they fell in love and how they get together romantically .like what do you mean u don't know

[visceravalentines]

this is a post scribbled angrily in glitter pen in my diary pls ignore <3

[sentimentalslut]

So I've hit a bit of a dead end in my life where I have no idea what to do or what I want to do. Do you have any advice on how to try and figure it all out?

Also I love ur duncney fics you should be an author <3

listen, anon. i'm 26. as much as i am flattered that you think i have it figured out, i do not. i'm willing to bet i wont have it figured out in ten years or twenty or forty-five. the thing is, i'm fine with that.

so here's my advice:

honestly, just keep living. put one foot in front of the other. find things you enjoy for no other purpose than enjoyment.

you don't have to 'do' anything -- living is about experiences. not every one of them have to have a purpose.

most of being human is drifting around and wondering why youre here. none of us really have the answer. that's okay. that's normal. maybe you'll never figure out what you're meant to 'do'. and that's fine!

the thing that keeps me anchored in the sea of Being Alive All the Time, and the thing that keeps most people anchored, is passion.

step one of discovering your passion, whatever it is, is to allow yourself to discover it. pick up pointless new hobbies and let yourself put them down if you dont enjoy them. read new books. read wikipedia articles for things youve never heard of. go on long walks in new parts of your neighborhood. listen to a new podcast. watch a video essay about something stupid youve always been curious about.

make bad art. paint shitty pictures, draw shitty portraits, write shitty stories. let yourself be bad at things. let yourself be purposeless.

accept the fact that you are human and unsure about your place in the universe -- because those two things go hand in hand. this is the curse of sentience. embrace it.

[mass-angel-exodus]

> First time entering tumblr to browse my newest obsession (tcoaal)

> Immediately recognizing an art style on a specific fanart

> Finds out its you, amazing artist I knew from my previous obsession (dol)

Glad to stalk appreciate your art again mate <3

Nuh uh no I'm not whoever that artist is um erm they were probably gay or something um uh HEY LOOK

[icewindandboringhorror]

A dramatic lighting sunlight window boye

[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Requested by @bunnyscar

Fandom: Death Note Characters: L and Watari Prompt: "Thank you."

“I want another lollipop.”

Watari looked up in surprise. Those were the first words he'd heard the boy speak, the first words either of them had said since Watari had given up trying to talk to him. Slowly setting down the page he'd been reading of the boy's IQ test results, Watari looked across the coffee table at the boy curled up in the enormous armchair across from him.

He wasn't sitting in the chair properly, nor even sitting cross-legged, but hunched in a strange squat that didn't look particularly comfortable to Watari. Unkempt black hair, in desperate need of a trim, hung into his enormous dark eyes that stared woefully at the plastic stick in his hand.

“Can you say 'please?'” The words fell from Watari's lips automatically, after so many years of dealing with children. Even though this boy was far from normal, he found himself treating him like any other child from one of his many orphanages. He wondered how often anyone admonished him for being rude.

For a prolonged moment, it didn't seem like the boy was going to say anything. He just stared at Watari, his gaze unrelenting. Assessing. Evaluating.

They were both feeling each other out.

Finally, he set the plastic stick down carefully on the coffee table and said, “May I have another lollipop, please?”

“Certainly,” Watari said with a smile. He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out one of the dozen lollipops he always carried with him for inspections of his orphanages.

He passed it over, watching as the boy eagerly ripped off the plastic and popped it into his mouth. Rather than the normal enthusiasm a child had for a sugary treat, he almost looked...desperate. Like the only thing he'd eaten all day was the candy Watari had given him. He needed to look more closely in the boy's file and see if there were any notes about his nutrition. It was hard to tell under his baggy clothes, but he looked positively skeletal.

“Say 'thank you,'” Watari murmured automatically.

The boy didn't grin or roll his eyes, or show any emotion at all. He just blinked, pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, and said flatly, “Thank you.” Then he stuck the lollipop back into his mouth and continued sucking on it, staring unblinking at Watari's face.

***

Watari backed into the hotel room, pushing the door open with his back as he wheeled in a large room service cart filled with pastries, cookies, and ice cream. Though he was conscious of the others staring at him as he pushed the cart over to L's chair in front of the TVs, Watari paid them no mind.

After years of working together, Watari was more than used to L's culinary preferences. L claimed he needed sugar because it was what gave his brain the energy it needed to work, but what he didn't know was that Watari had long ago started to put vitamins and other supplements in the food whenever possible. It still wasn't exactly healthy, but Watari did what he could to make sure L could keep going for as long as possible.

Besides, he'd learned the hard way long ago how impossible it was to get L to do anything he didn't want to.

As Watari cleared away L's dirty dishes and set several more heaping platters of dessert within easy reach, he caught Aizawa staring at him with mingled disgust and outrage. Watari just smiled placidly back, selected a small strawberry shortcake, and offered it silently to him. Taken aback, Aizawa automatically accepted the cake and just stared at it for a moment before hastily setting it down on a side table and returning to his scrutiny of the security cameras.

Still smiling, Watari poured L's tea for him, adding just the right amount of rich cream. His hands moved almost of their own accord; after years of going through these motions several times a day, he probably could have poured L's tea in his sleep. In fact, he'd actually dreamed about fixing mountains of sweets several times before.

Watari set the cup of tea down by L's elbow, then replaced the empty sugar bowl.

L grabbed a handful of sugar cubes without taking his eyes away from the screens. He knew exactly where it would be without having to look. “Thank you, Watari,” he mumbled.

“You're welcome.” Watari pushed the cart back out the door. He would take a short break, and then it would be time to put in the next snack order. L's appetite was especially ravenous on difficult cases like this.

***

Watari glanced up from the platter of sugary waffles and the small pitcher of maple syrup he was arranging on the little table beside L's chair. L remained focused on the screen in front of him, eyes darting over the data streaming past.

The same as ever. No heightened emotion, no change in demeanor, like everything was the same as always.

Like he hadn't just signed his own life away.

Watari's hands fell still on the handles of the snack cart as he remembered how L had hopped out of his chair and nonchalantly held up the Death Note, showing his name written across the page. He understood why L had done it—locking in his own death, ensuring that no one else could write the ending of his story.

L Lawliet dies peacefully 23 days later....

His own heart ached, just imagining it. They didn't even have a whole month left. Watari knew he should be focusing on the plan to finally catch Kira, so he could make sure it would all go off without a hitch. But...all he could think about was how empty this room would feel, without a young man sitting hunched in his chair, eating a mountain of sweets and running circles around the criminal population of the world.

“Watari.”

Clearing his throat, Watari forced such thoughts aside and poured L a cup of tea. This was a choice L had made on his own, and Watari's heart ached with pride as much as grief, to see how much L had grown in his short life. “Here you are,” he said softly, setting the cup of tea down carefully.

L turned away from the computer screens, meeting Watari's gaze with his own. He looked right into Watari's eyes and said, “Thank you very much.”

To anyone else, L would have sounded bored or even sarcastic. The flat tone of his voice, the blank look on his face, made him seem insincere to the uninitiated. But Watari had overseen L and his work for seventeen years.

He knew that L wasn't just talking about the waffles.

Eyes blurring with tears, Watari did his best to smile like he always did. “It was my pleasure.”

***

The room was dark and silent. There was only one light, shining down on the table where the body of an old man lay, as still and peaceful as if he'd fallen into a tranquil sleep. Someone had draped a blanket over him, folded down to reveal his rigid face. His glasses, which had shattered in the fall onto his face, had been tucked carefully into his breast pocket.

L stood looking down at Watari, hands stuffed into his pockets and shoulders hunched till he was bent almost double over the body. He stared unblinking at Watari's face, as if watching for the slightest movement, the smallest hint that it was all just a ruse. Like the way he'd fallen to the floor earlier that day, fooling Light into believing that he'd killed his archenemy.

But Watari didn't move.

There was no sound in the room, except for the faintest of whispers as L rested his forehead against the cold, dry skin of Watari's.

“Please...please...please....”

[honey-skulls]

HUGE VENT

I'm sorry but i need to get this out, just please don't worry too much or take anything personally/gen

My routine these last two weeeks has been:

-Wake up at my 10 am alarm and spend the whole day in bed, mentally and physically exhausted, brain fog and no motivation for anything, only getting up to eat, having to wait for the "food time" hours to roll around that my therapist gave me because I'm not allowed to eat outside of those hours and if I'm hungry but missed the last food time then too bad, struggling to stay awake because again I'm not allowed to sleep out of the "sleep hours" she gave me and that includes naps, excitedly waiting for 21h30/22h to roll around so i can finally sleep

-Spend the evening mentally screaming in my mind because, while my body is still just as physically exhausted, my mind is suddenly sharp and full of ideas and motivation, but i'm still too tired to get up and draw

-Then spend midnight and onward rolling around in bed, hot and bored out of my mind because my physical tiredness also vanished, but i'm not allowed to get up and draw because it's "sleep hours" and i need to reschedule my body, and end up falling asleep at around 5 am

I'm totally not slowly loosing my mind 😃👍

Edit: Oh also the constant noise in my ears has gotten worse, i don't know what silence is anymore

Silence is actually worse than loud rooms

It's driving me insane

It's so loud

[firstofficerkittycat]

hey. hi hello. what gave u the right to make the most gut wrenching video ive ever seen in my entire life (star trek is about the sixties). how dare you. you changed my life.

Okay !💖yay

[baekuras]

with the weather getting hot and sunny again i am once again thinking about the customer who complained that her sunglasses were leaving behind tan lines because unlike the cheap 5€ ones she got, they actually provide uv protection

she was still angry at me because how dare her glasses leave behind tan lines...like anything that blocks the sun

[dutybcrne]

I love the idea of both Kaeya and Diluc being like. Constantly freaking ppl out back in their knight days bc they’d climb fucken anywhere and everywhere unprompted, no matter how dangerous or impossible it seemed