#it is better but... i cant... ever go back....

[sunny-knight]

TIMELINES MUST PASS

Time Will Pass @forgettable-au fan animation :3

Decided to practice some animation with this wonderful song/animation meme/trend???

Inspiration credit:

@mannawanna on Youtube!

@Sherrickmadds on Instagram!

heheheheheHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHAAHAHA I LOVE THESE GUYS SO MUCH AND THIS AUDIO JUST FELT TOO PERFECT FOR EM!!! ON WE GO TO THE ANALYSIS

The direct actions:

Sans smiles at Wingdings, who does not return it

Sans is bothered and upset by this, before closing his eyes and accepting it.

They go back to staring up at the ceiling, except Sans looks sadder now.

Wingdings continues to sing, content with this.

GASTERING TIME

Cut to the present day-post papyrus day,

Gaster is belting out happily while Sans is horrified at what his…brother??? has turned into.

Before they both come to a (reluctant on Sans’ half) acceptance at the situation.

What they’re supposed to translate to:

Sans encourages Wingdings to come out of his comfort zone. Instead of staying in the lab 247 and shutting out the rest of the world while still wanting to make it a better place with his inventions- why not grab some food at Grillbys?? (I just thought of how funny it is that Sans can’t get Papyrus to enjoy Grillbys either, for different reasons but still. CMON GUYS- GO GET SOME GREASY FOOD WITH YOUR BROTHER)

But he shuts this idea down constantly, no matter how subtle or direct Sans is, he can’t seem to stop his brother from going down an incredibly self destructive route. When he closes his eyes and looks back up at the ceiling…I wouldn’t call that “giving up on Wingdings” but definitely trying less hard. He cant force him to do anything so why try

(ofc Alphys comes in- BUT THIS IS A 24 SECOND ANIMATION, WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THAT- CHOP CHOP!) (also just as an aside i love that when Sans realizes he cant force Wingdings outside he just brings the outside to him 😭😭)

But Wingdings is fully content with this “giving up”. He gets his way!!!

Thats when we see an interaction between these two, YEARS later. Sans is, needless to say, pretty horrified at whats happened to him (we’re ignoring lack of memories in this situation btw) but Gaster is thrilled and tells Sans that basically “I wont be here for long, i just wanted to say that despite my actions I promise I loved you” which Sans feels many emotions at- but “grief” bundles those all up in a nice trauma bow.

Gaster then goes on to say basically “this has been fun, but this is probably the last time we will ever interact because I have business to attend to, and you have Papyrus’ to attend to!!!” Sans reluctantly accepts this. Again. Gaster always staying within his comfort zone and Sans just going along with it because he cant force his stubborn as hell brother to do anything.

Basically long story short, Sans is not happy in either of these situations. Both times Wingdings puts his work above his brother.

[3n-vi-ous]

little things about the obey me cast

lucifer

The Mom Purse™

has everything you could possibly ever need in his bag (which he carries around everywhere)

probably enchanted it to hold more than its meant to

always has to have some kind of non-water drink- usually hot tea or coffee

will never admit to it but he loves those super sugary iced drinks that barely have any coffee in them

very little spice tolerance. keeps a straight face because his brothers will jump on it SO fast

wears gel liner and mascara (would be a super pretty crier because of it)

mammon

talks to himself out loud when he's alone. will have whole conversations

eats SO much junk food but somehow stays in good shape (insane metabolism + actually works out at the gym with beel when he has the time)

chronic over exaggerator

incredible spice tolerance, will totally make fun of lucifer should he find out about his lack thereof

doesn't know how to say no (as seen in the game)

sleeps with socks on because the bed sheets are bad sensory

leviathan

once watched human world brain rot for shits and giggles and now he cant get it out of his head

wants to test if cocomelon works on mammon (spoiler alert: it does)

squeaks when he does a big stretch

could absolutely wreck somebody's shit but never thinks to in actual situations

not shy, just socially inept and bitter. he chooses not to interact

reads the devildom version of ao3 near religiously

satan

HAS to sit cross legged or some non-conventional way

doesn't matter what he's sitting on. its happening

totally the type to sit on a couch or armchair upside down with his head hanging off

doesn't like acidic food/drinks, it makes his teeth feel weird

would watch wendigoon if introduced. i think he'd love video essays (mystery flesh pit, anyone?)

writes personal notes in glittery gel pen

asmodeus

has a perfectly organized pencil pouch for school

once got swarmed by devildom geese. worst day of his life

steals his brothers' clothes ('i have to show you how to style these things correctly!')

would never stoop so low as to go to the casino, but is better at poker than mammon

will lie with the straightest face

eats finger foods with a fork because he doesnt like grease on his hands

beelzebub

comically easy to scare

takes really bad notes, even when he pays attention

has won several fangol games for his team

weirdly good art. mostly does chibi style doodles inspired by whatever anime Leviathan last made him watch

would cover for any of his brothers if they committed a crime (if they would even get persecuted- they are political figures)

if obey me was a musical, beel would be the one asking why everybody is singing

very smell sensitive, dislikes strong hand soaps, deodorants, etc

belphagor

always has snacks on him, in his bag, in the attic, etc

this came around because of beel, ofc

additionally, always wearing cargo pants of some kind when he's not in pjs. loves pockets

can do some sick knife tricks

not too far from canon, but falls asleep in weird places. often falls asleep sitting up, and if it's the only quiet place he can find he will absolutely pass out in a closet

would bring his brothers to the back of spencer's for the lols

diavolo

takes very large steps, mostly due to his height, and is very hard to keep up with

adrenaline junky. what with his inherent power, it just really gets him going to feel like he's in danger

can't say a tongue twister to save his life

likes party games like cards against humanity

hums to himself a lot, stims with the vibrations

the only one who can reliably tell when asmo is lying

loves lucifer for his dog and his dog alone /j silly

sometimes convinces barbatos to teach him how to cook. knows how to make some simple stuff

barbatos

probably cracks his joints really loud

can beat you up but thinks he's above it

has his own fandom of people who've got the hots for him

lucid dreams all the time

has an in depth skincare routine. shares tips with asmo

probably watches people sleep sometimes

i think it'd be cute if he sewed or crocheted or something in his free time

mephistopheles

has really expensive cologne

very low alcohol tolerance. also only likes fruity drinks

rolls his eyes SO much for literally no reason. he's just a brat

his devilgram is full of pictures of his horses

never learned to drive. always either on horseback or is driven by a personal driver

secretly loves white girl music

great with kids, pretends to hate him but he loves his brother

would totally get bullied on roblox

simeon

smells like lavender

once swore in front of luke and damn near died of shame

paces a lot when he's in thought

gets very in the zone when he's writing, hates being interrupted

absolutely wakes up november 1st and decorates for christmas. its not even a religious thing, he just likes the aesthetic

probably wears a really fancy watch he got from lucifer or diavolo

i mean this is kind of already canon but simeon would fall for someone he finds worth it

luke

knows all the swear words. will never say a thing

needs a nightlight to sleep but would rather die than tell somebody

likes to sit on simeon's lap and show him devildom brain rot because simeon doesn't understand what he's looking at

cant pronounce 'comfortable'

got simeon and solomon to get him a pet fish after he saw henry 2.0

the best at hide and seek, will not be found by anybody short of barbatos

if he were to have a discord server it would be all bots because he likes to play with them

solomon

sleepwalker

has scared the ever living shit out of simeon and luke in the middle of the night cause he's standing there dead asleep in the kitchen

cant stand silence. usually playing music or talking out loud when alone

gestures a lot when speaking

would probably kick a vending machine if his food got stuck

it'd be really funny if he ever got hit by a bus

his room is a MESS. only cleans it for luke (he likes to hang out in there) or possibly mc

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a speedster and dating Peter Maximoff

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings: blood/injury

a/n:

prompt:

the world moved in slow motion…

oh, literally

you and peter were usually moving around the same speed. it took a while, but you guys learned to line up with each other when you moved

some said it was annoying, others said it was romantic

you couldn’t find a better way to live life

you initially met in the 70s during a pretty intense plan to break into the pentagon and free magneto from incarceration

you were a ward of professor xavier and peter was the mischievous boy you’d fallen for at first sight

“hey! no” -logan, swatting you on the arm as you zoned out when you’d first met peter

logan, who knew one possible future and might have known whose fates intertwine for better or worse

but the warnings of the man leading you and essentially your family into what could be a massacre didn’t exactly find you well

you quickly sped up and peter followed suit

“whats a place like you doing in a mutant like this?” -peter, jokingly

“yeah, yeah, you heard them” -you, smirking at not only him but the opportunity to do something like this “have you ever…been able to do this?”

“do what? talk to another person while im going fast? no, never had the chance. this is really cool. we should do it again sometime” -peter, rambling

“maybe we can if you listen to the old guys. from what the guy with the weird haircut has told me about you, we’ve got an offer you cant refuse” -you

“oh yeah? how does he know anything about me?” -peter

“from the future or something, still trying to make sense of it—hey, man, can you spare a twinkie?” -you, pointing to the wall of boxes

“take a box…” -peter, falling for you already

you sped to a box and ate while peter ran circles around your crew, the fact you were still pining after him drove charles and hank insane

and all peter wanted to do was impress you

“y/n, everyone in the world and you’re interested in the kleptomaniac. can you maybe reevaluate?” -hank

“no, i don’t think i will” -you

for the boy that agreed to help for free, they sure did want to steer you away

you gave him your number before you went your separate ways, but duty called

“well, i know where to find you” -peter, holding up the business card for the xavier school he lifted off charles when you’d all met

it’s only about 500 miles between you two, takes maybe 10 minutes

it took maybe a week for you to catch his calls, but he knew you were busy

the day you finally called back, he was bouncing off the walls (literally)

“hello?” -ms. maximoff

“hey, ms. maximoff! it’s y/n, we met last week” -you

“PETER, ITS FOR YOU” -ms. maximoff (less than half a second later the phone had vanished from her hand

“y/n! i was expecting your call ever since i saw magneto on the news, how’s it going?” -peter, pacing around the house tangling the phone cord around every single thing he could find

“pretty good, i’m still alive! lunch sometime?” -you

charles was “listening” btw but both of you were talking in superspeed so all he could hear was “MEEMEEMARNEEHLININAM” or like some other really squeaky nonsense

“how about now?” -peter “i’m down to visit new york”

“works for me!” -you, hanging up and immediately rushing to get ready

you guys got each other like no other

never wore each other out

some people told you to “slow down” but they didn’t see the world from your point of view

speed was a good thing when two people experienced it together

“hey, wait. too fast, i cant understand you” -you when peter got excited and started talking fasted than you were going

sometimes you would slow down, when the moment called for it

and peter got a little restless

ok you both did

“this is so boring, lets shoplift” -peter

“peter!” -you

“pleaaaase?” -peter

“…where are you thinking?” -you

oh yeah charles did not like his influence lol

“y/n, i know you have something in common that very few could have, but him?” -charles

“uh, yes him, do you hate happiness?” -you

“no, i just mean that—really, y/n? it is not because i left moira!” -charles

“don’t read my mind!!” -you

“it was loud, like you wanted me to hear it” -charles

“don’t make excuses” -you

peter looooveessss gossip

especially when the school reopened and you decided to take on a class to teach and become somewhat of an RA

“ohhh, my god. one of the kids called hank ‘blue balls’ and the whole class started screaming laughing and i was trying sooo hard to be professional—how do you say ‘shut the fuck up’ to a fourteen year old in a professional way? i am stumped” -you

“‘shut the fuck up’” -peter

“you’re so right” -you

peter would visit the x mansion pretty often while you were working

brings you food and gifts and such

“did you steal this?” -you

“want to see my receipt?” -peter

“yes.” -you

*patting pockets* “i think it fell out” -peter

he gives lotta kisses

LOVES to dance but only fun fast dances where he can spin you

like if there was a dancing contest you would win

you like the slow dancing tho so you can be close to him

peter cleans your room for you while youre working

“one of the kids set fire to a desk today” -you, exhausted

“but at least you have a clean room!!” -peter

he will get very competitive about arcade games

he will NOT take pity on you

sore loser

big baby

oh, what about you? if you can’t take it then dont dish it out!!!!!!

“hahah, i beat your high score” -you

“NOOOO” -peter, who wont stop playing until he gets the high score again

you guys race

he WILL trip you to get a head start

peter luvs to share his music with you

he sings but just in front of u

when you fight, its over fast (bc you talk fast)

*more fast forward voices sounds*

jubilee once tried to record it and slow it down but it didn’t work

peters mom loved u but she was SOOOO exhausted by speedsters

“at least you clean up after yourself when you’re here” -ms. maximoff after you do the dishes for her

making peter’s sister dizzy by running around her

(she wants to be fast too)

peter fake proposes CONSTANTLYYY

you might kick him over while he’s on one knee if he ever does it for real

when the x mansion blew up, you and him were quick to evac the mansion

“are you okay?” -peter, checking you for injuries

“as okay as you are, what the hell??” -you

you were kidnapped together <3 nothing says romance like being trapped in a cage together

peter’s confession that erik was his father was a surprise to you

“WHAT?! you never told me that!!” -you

“it didn’t seem important” -peter

“oh, it didn’t seem important that your DAD is charles’s best friend who we literally BROKE OUT OF PRISON” -you

“not really” -peter

“you getting any of this?” -raven (you were speed fighting)

“not a thing” -hank

“this happen often?” -raven

“comes with the mutation. they’re lucky they found each other. nice to have someone that gets you like that” -hank, side eyeing raven

regardless of that BIG FUCKING SECRET being casually dropped, you guys took apocalypse head on

and man were you guys a unit on the battlefield

one speedster is a wildcard. two? it’s like they couldn’t keep their heads on straight

“wanna make this a game?” -peter

“what’d you have in mind?” -you

“who can punch the blue guy the most” -peter

“nice try, i’m not punching hank” -you

the jokes were fun and distracting, but you guys took quite a few hits

you were bleeding from your head and peter got really serious really fast

“does it hurt? do i need to get you back to the jet?” -peter

“yes, it hurts. no, i’m not giving up” -you

peter broke his fucking leg <3

“alright, you’re done” -you, lifting him up and taking him to safety

he felt like a pretty princess being lifted bridal style by you

“i love you” -peter

“well, duh. nice if you said it more” -you

“i will. thanks for saving me” -peter

“save it for when we get home” -you

taglist: @locke-writes // @randomawesomeperson102 // @captainshazamerica // @dindjarinsspouse // @summersimmerus // @simp-legend // @nekoannie-chan // @groovy-lady // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[bagel-bombs23]

a drunk cigarette with suna

aka i was supposed to write a fic months ago but got 3/4ths through, got fired, and lost all motivation to live and exist. enjoy this though 🙏 also its 3:48 am so no proofreading LOL sorry

suna rintarou is a menace. a drop dead gorgeous one, but a threat to all of the general public nonetheless.

going to the bar with him is an absolute nightmare, and yet you cave every time. your best friend (and probably also the love of your life), was an undeniable chick magnet. striking green eyes, perfectly styled hair, fitted black button down hugging his arms deplorably, he was 6 foot 3 inches of sex appeal. it would be absolutely delirious behavior to not drink and dance your ass off with him. he is also unfortunately the life of the party, so as he dances with you like nobody is watching, conveniently everybody is watching.

and it might have even been fun, easy to romanticize if everyone was looking at you. but youre not delusional, standing in front of you is objectively the most beautiful man on earth, and you cant pry your eyes off of him either.

the sound system inside the club is at maximum volume, the bass pounding so hard you feel the floor beneath you vibrate. you’ve had a few drinks, just enough for your head to feel light and the ache from dancing for so long to be dulled. the buzz was nice about thirty minutes ago, but now every time the trashy music they play in this shithole hits a chorus, you feel like your brain gets jostled around in your head, smacking into the side of your skull. the smell of sweat and the occasional spilled drink is utterly putrid in the air, heavy like smog. and your stupid, perfect best friend, is being stared at by probably the hottest girl you’ve ever seen.

shes got long wavy dark red hair, like a cherry coke color, voluminous in that obviously natural way. her makeup is so hot you remember you’re pretty sure your eyeliner got smudged like an hour ago, and your lipstick is gone in the center of your lips. her outfit is gorgeous and grungy, short black denim shorts that show off her perfect hips, and an undeniably cute bullet belt. her little black croptop has a red 7 billiards ball, the length of it short enough to show her tattoos above her hips. she was gorgeous, and cool, and making acid rise quickly in your throat.

you needed to take a step outside before your barfed all over the dance floor. suna had his eyes closed, dancing in the most adorably drunk way, so you assumed he wouldn’t even notice when you slipped away. you should probably know him better by now, though.

by the time youve reached the door, suna is right behind you, tossing a thick, solid arm over your shoulder. hes laughing and shouting to you above the music,

“you read my fucking mind, i NEED a drunk cigarette”.

he pushes through the door from behind you, and the feeling of the cool night air immediately dulls the ache behind your eyes.

“you always love cigarettes rin, you are fooling nobody”, you chuckle at his exuberance. nobody loved a cigarette as much as rintarou suna, probably in the entire world. he bursts into that gorgeous, deep laugh at your jab.

“nuh-uh! i am a successful college athlete!” he says between laughs. “i am OFFENDED that you would assume such low thoughts of your dearest!” he almost yells, putting his hand over his head like hes about to dramatically faint.

the smile that pulls at your lips is instinctive, and you giggle affectionately at his jest.

“you talk more about drunk cigarettes than you do your mom,” as all you can get out before he collapsed against you in drunk laughter.

his arms drape over your shoulders as you feel his giant frame bounce with his deep belly laughs. hes so warm and he smells absolutely abysmal, like buckets of sweat and hair product, but your body reacts instinctively to his touch. heat crawls up the back of your chest and your stomach flutters at his affection. you think you may die if he notices your raised heart rate.

when he looks up at you with those devastating green eyes? smile splitting his face, plush pink lips bordering his sharp canines, you start to salivate. he looks so fucking hot you consider just sticking your tongue down his throat then and there.

when you spend a second just drinking him in, his smile shrinks and his pupils blow up even wider, lidded eyes cutting into you like a challenge. his tongue darts out to lick his lips quickly, and he swallows thickly, like suddenly he’s incredibly hot. the tension in the air is thick, and his eyes drop down your mouth for a moment, only to lock eyes with you once more, and smirk like hes going to devour you where you stand.

his breath smells like vodka redbull, and his wet, pink lips are almost taunting you. everything about him is magnetizing, pulling you toward his gaze. you try desperately to swallow away the weight on your tongue, and muster enough strength to move away. all you can find is the desire, always pulling you towards him.

“rin, you’re all over me” you try to joke, but the words come out like a breathy plea. his eyes twinkle, his smile widens a little, and he doesn’t move an inch.

“i know.” he laughs silently, and his breath fans against your mouth, has he moved closer? youre really not that drunk, but his overwhelming presence has you completely hypnotized.

he quickly pulls back, leaving nothing but a vague warmth where he used to be. you still feel suffocated by it. he props one leg against the wall behind him, and crosses his arms over his chest, still staring at you with that agonizing smirk. “i just like to see you squirm.”

before you can recover from that statement, you hear the bar door open about ten feet from you guys, and of fucking course, out walks the girl from earlier, striding straight towards suna.

the acid appears rapidly in your throat again. shes got this look on her face like she knows shes the hottest girl on the planet, and she saunters straight up to suna, stopping less than a foot away from him. “heard you wanted a cigarette, and i love sharing.” she says in what is obviously a flirtatious manner, before presenting to suna a cigarette with her number penciled on.

you swallow down the bile shamefully, and your face burns in shame. why would you ever imagine a man like him would go for anyone less than the woman actively throwing herself at him. most of the time girls just gawked, occasionally making drunken small talk with him, but she had this obvious confidence about her that made her practically glow. she stood out, even in the crowded bar full of people. she was everything you wished you were. all you could do was brace yourself for the nausea inducing flirting suna would probably muster up, being the most effortlessly charming man you’ve ever met, but to your utter surprise his face has entirely changed from your private moment. he looks how he typically does, utterly bored.

“thanks.” is all he says before unceremoniously plucking the cigarette from her hand. her eyebrows raise for a second at his blunt rudeness, and you feel your heart warm slightly. when suna pulls a lighter out of his pocket (fiend) and starts to actually SMOKE her number without a second glance, her eyebrows must touch her hairline as her mouth drops open in shock.

suna smoke that cig so fast you start to worry he may feel sick, her number burning to ash in three quick, deep puffs. you cant help but bite back a smile and giggle when he tosses the brown filter to the floor and smooshes it with his foot, brutally turning down this girls offer without so much as a smirk. her mouth stays open in shock for a few seconds, perfect dark red lipstick shining in the light from the bar sign.

“what, you want a tip?” suna says in his deep, monotone voice. all the girl manages to do is scoff incredulously and storm back into the bar, heels clacking angrily against the concrete.

once shes inside the doors you burst out into laughter, hands flying to your knees to steady you from falling over. that may have been the meanest thing youve ever seen rin do, and you are absolutely overjoyed by it. you dont even consider feeling bad for her, you just feel so amazing that he wasn’t startstruck at her beauty.

“that was the most beautiful girl ive ever seen rin, and now she is PISSED!” you laugh out at him, seeing a strange twinkle in his eye at your laughter. he stares at you intently, smile tugging at the corner of his lips. all he does for a moment is smile that wolfish grin at you, green eyes locked with yours.

“nah, ive seen much better”

oh yeah, flirty little moments just like this are why you keep clubbing with your devastatingly sexy best friend

[lovesspell]

Eve tried to imagine what it would be like to suddenly lose all of their memories. Maybe in their younger years it might have sounded enticing, a recipe for joy even. But now it felt like it would be a waste to forget all they had worked for and learned. As weird as life was, they like who they were. At least most days. The thought of losing that made their heart ache and they wondered if Winter had liked the person he was before. Or if this version of him was actually a better version. However you defined better at least. They wondered what his dearest friends thought as well, all things that they didn't really need to know but wanted to purely out curiosity. But they weren't going to ask those things of him now. If ever, really. As curious as they were, they knew Winter was a human being not a science project.

"Five albums? Alright, I can work within parameters, I'm going to get you a very solid five." Eve had to smile as he spoke about the bees because it reminded them of when they met Amory. How in sync they felt, how nice it felt to be so seen and understood. It occurred to them then that Winter was most likely a witch but it was hard to tell if this was something he knew or not. Perhaps he did and he was describing the bees in a way that didn't assume Eve was a witch as well but it was another curiosity. Another thing to slowly try to figure out instead of shocking Winter's system in the case that he didn't know he was a witch. "That sounds beautiful. That connection. I know a little bit about what that's like. And bees, I mean I cant imagine they're the most trusting of creatures so you must have some really wonderful energy about you. Trusting. That's hard to come by. Especially these days." And Eve wasn't one to pour on compliments or even give them freely but they meant what they were saying. That connection was special and not by accident. "Do you need someone to teach you to drive? My friends have varied opinions about my driving but I like to think I'm pretty solid. Bits and pieces though, inconsistent as fuck, that must be frustrating." They wanted to ask a leading question that might have him reveal his own knowledge about being a witch but they pulled themselves back and instead held up the first album they were recommending.

"First up, my dear Winter, we have Faith George Michael. A little on the nose, I know but if you're rebuilding and rediscovering, you absolutely do have to have faith. And you have to dance a little bit or a lot. It's great for your nervous system. Plus, he's a total babe. Doesn't hurt either."

"It...does feel kind of crazy sometimes, yeah," Winter confirmed, laughing. It really did though. If someone had told Winter's life story to him as their own, like if it were someone else's life, he would have thought the same thing. Actually he would have thought the person was lying to him probably because it was just that wild. "Usually though, it just feels normal now," Winter told Eve. "I think part of that is because I don't remember so much of how it was before, but also...this has just been my life for awhile now. Yeah, it sucks a lot of the time, but I've adjusted. I think if I suddenly could remember everything and no longer needed all my reminders and stuff, I think that would feel weirder." Though Winter would take that over what things were like for him now any day.

Laughing, Winter told Eve, "I kind of assumed you would recommend other things for me. But I'm going to set a limit to five albums, so make them count." As they walked through the aisles, Eve began to ask Winter their first set of questions, and Winter started with the one that was more complicated. "I've always felt a kinship with my bees, ever since I was 11 or 12. It's like a connection I can't really explain, like we can feel each other, and I don't mean in a tangible way. It's kind of like a dog or cat who can tell when you need comfort - that's how it's always been for my bees and me. And when I'm doing my beekeeping things, it feels like a partnership, like I'm providing them a safe home, so they return the favor with their honey. It feels so symbiotic. Sometimes I just go out there, especially when I'm really sad or upset, and I sit with the hives, and the bees just know I need them and come over to me. I never wear a bee suit either because never once since I started this have they stung me." That was kind of a complex answer, but it was the truth. "And as for your first question," Winter continued, "it's like...I remember a lot of things from my past, but then there are other things I've forgotten, big things. Like I forgot how to drive. Even sitting in a car, the memories never came back to me, so I'd have to learn all over again. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to what I do and don't remember though." That wasn't entirely true though, but Winter wasn't about to start talking about Erik.

[wysteriadelights]

Getting orange chicken from a local owned business. They make it way hotter than all the fucking fake ass places that are just Chinese texmex places around here... i like it when it punches me back. It won't truly be as stunning as the REAL SHIT I got from an insane place in Virginia. That stuff would make the breakroom REEK of spice and burn my everything. But... it's so close... so close to perfection....

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i LOVE how you draw twink krakoa charles he's so...... twink...... your art is amazing

thank you so much !!!! i have a simple vision in mind whenever i draw krakoa charles next to erik, really:

it's significant he looks like a push pin next to erik it's infinitely better this way..

[tagzpite]

magnificent beast...

definitely not a cursed hero, mhm

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[j-esbian]

maybe the real voltron was the friends we made along the way

[bonefall]

My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

[hayconrisa]

THE ONLY THINGS THAT COME UP WHEN YOU SEARCH HAYRISA HERE ARE MY POSTS??? HOW AM I THR FIRST ONE and ONLY ONE IN THE TIMELINE OF THIS GOD FORSAKEN FANDOM TO BE THIS ILL ABOUT HAYDEN AND RISAAAAAA WHAT'S GOING ON 😭

[carnivallsarchive]

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See the thing is. I know I'm good at writing. Like I have my weak areas or things I need to improve in, but it's not a skill I otherwise spend a lot of time feeling insecure about because a) if I don't believe in my writing literally who will b) if I want to publish my writing I ought to at least feel a resting level of good about it because editors and agents likely will not be cradling my face like a prize cat and telling me how talented I am while asking for their edits c) I've always had an audience for my writing even at its worst– I started sharing my original works online when I was around 16 & that really helped sell to me the idea of 'there will always be someone out there who likes what you do' d) untalented men never think this hard about the quality of their works and they always end up published anyway and e) I don't have many other thoroughly developed skills so why not have one I feel good about. Having said this. Awkward feeling to realize you're one of the authorial weak links in your postgraduate creative writing degree's social circle

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[destielgaysex]

im the second of four children and im the most loser of them all. is this anyone else's experience or just me.

loser defined by: no friends or social life, no relationship experience, dropped out of undergrad 5 years in, living at home at 24, 0 platonic physical touch ever experience in entire life outside of family, etc.