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[tojisteddy]

Could we please get more general meanie!simon headcannons?

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general meanie!simon headcanons

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Cannot do large crowds. It’s too loud and theres too many people and too many different conversations. He can do loud on the field, quick changes of action when it’s do or die. Just not at home. It spikes his anxiety up ten fold, make him more irritable. So he only grocery shops in the early mornings when the old ppl shop or he leaves it up to you. If you want to go shopping with him for new clothes, it’s get in and get out. Same with concerts. It has to be an artist that’s rare to see for him to go.

He’s extremely chill compared to how he was when he was a teenager/young adult. Hes sent a couple folks to the hospital, used to get into it with his team mates so bad John sent him to anger management and wouldn’t allow him back unless he got his act together. And he despised it at first, hated the happy go lucky therapist who lead the group, the fact that it was in a damned church basement, and that he had to talk to strangers. But it actually did a number on him. In a good way. Healed a few parts of him to make him into a better man, much easier to deal with, he’s slower to anger now. And if it comes storming down on him he might go for a smoke, take a few deep breaths, go walk a few paces. Price is proud of him and for once Ghost— no- Simon is proud of himself. Happy he stumbled upon you after he got his shit together. It makes him want to work harder at improving himself even more. He’s not the best, but he’s trying. He always go to group therapy every Wednesday when he’s back home, right after work. He brings home dinner, a little more- chipper.

Really doesn’t do too much talking when he’s off. He definitely a teaser, playful, but even with you, he doesn’t have much to say. You both like comfortable silence when you’re gone for cuddle together.

Doesn’t complain about the amount of stuffed animals you have or how you decorate. You’ve made his house a home, even after he fixed it up himself, it never felt good to be alone there. These are ghosts hiding there. But you brought a breath of fresh air into the place. Hes more than greatful, hugging onto your stuffed animals when your gone for too long.

Likes to do chores together, even if it’s folding laundry or walking the dogs or washing dishes— he loves being in your space.

hates your dog Fish because he’s a wild thing no matter how hard you train him. The little shit only listens to Simon for some reason when Simon only likes his dog, Slugger. Doesn’t mean the man isn’t gonna pet the cute one year old puppy though.

Squints a lot when reading the coffee signs, he definitely needs reading glasses but says hes too young for them (hes almost 35)

can talk about his favorite movies for ages, loves the classic westerns and sci-fi flicks from the 80s. Knows the actors ages and if they’re alive or not. Talks to you about them like a history lesson, you never get bored though. His voice is perfect.

A little insecure about the scars on him, that’s why he’s covered in tattoos. Some tattoos mean a lot to him, others he just got for fun.

Has a motorcycle, rides it here and there. Has taken you for a drive to meet Alice, an older woman about 80 from anger management. She’s like his grandma, he speaks softer (and smaller) when he’s with her. Alice babies the hell out of him.

His closet is more than casual, multiple black shirts and denim jeans, a few plaids, some leather jackets, bomber jackets— it’s not too serious. He’d rather invest in you, let you play dress up in your closet and watch you twirl for him. And he pays attention to every detail. What you like and don’t like. His cute fucking baby.

When he blushes, which is rare, it won’t show on his face, won’t smile at all or get red in his face— but his ears. Bright red. Be on the lookout when his mask is off.

Can knit and stitch. Not too good at stitching but he knows how to get that job done. Knitting? He joined Alice’s knitting group, club meetings to gossip are once a month of the first Saturday. He never misses a meeting.

Helps out the neighbors with their broken equipment. Broken lawnmower or mixing machine? He can fix it. He’s pretty handy. Stand off-ish but kind to his neighbors.

Spends some days drinking beer or whisky on the couch or going for a drive. Just to think about nothing but sometimes everything. Take a look at the scenic view, he takes you sometimes, kisses your hands and holds them tight without saying a word. 

Physical touch junkie, loves holding hands without saying it, brushing fingers, playing with your braids or curly hair, pinching your cheeks, having your legs in his lap— something.

Does not like clowns. Not scared but he finds them annoying. Same with mimes. Stays ten feet away.

Swears by Fleetwood Mac album ‘Rumours’, will always play it and never gets tired of it. It’s brought him out of multiple dark places. Won’t sing but will mumble the lyrics. So cute. Swears by To Noise Making (Sing) and Sunlight by Hozier and Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away) by Deftones.

Two other random hobbies? Lego building and painting. He’s shit at painting, but he does it anyway because he enjoys it. Now Lego building, hes good. As in there are a few self made projects around the house that look like real masterpieces, good. Simon spends a buck and then some on them, Soap teases him for it but he always shows them off to you, they’re amazing.

a/n: I hope this was okay anon. Let me know. Been waiting for someone to ask but meanie!simon going to anger management is like a big part of the reason I don’t write him so toxic (just a little bit like a little extra salt though). I don’t think he’s at that point in his life anymore. Also sorry for all the posts today. My bad.

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[bxeckers222]

summary: paige was your bestfriend, and you’re only friends, right?

right?

word count: 10k

warnings!! cursing, angst

again, only my second time writing so don’t judge too hard, and if you have suggestions please please tell them to me !!

Paige is my best friend. everyone knows this, we’re inseparable.

except to me, it’s more than that.

the late night drives, the cuddling, the nicknames she has for me, and the always being around her.

i’m in love with her.

part of me thinks i always have been, like i was born to find paige bueckers.

we met when we were young, our parents are good friends. the first memory i even have of Paige was outside her house. it was burning hot, and i’d say we were about 4 years old at the time, playing in the pool. we don’t have that “we hated eachother at first” story, we really just clicked.

Paige knows i’m a lesbian. she’s always been supportive, even when i came out to her at the age of 13, her views, and the way she loved me never changed.

she’s never really been open about her sexuality with me, just a few “oh she’s hot” here and there, but then theres her celebrity crush on Steph Curry that makes me question everything she’s ever said.

she’s also never been open about her feelings towards me. there was the time we kissed in the 10th grade, but that’s normal for friends to do right?

right?

| present day. you’re 17 in your senior year of high school, in paige’s bedroom. it’s a Friday night. |

“hey babe can you hand me that pencil?” she asks me

there’s one of the nicknames i was talking about earlier.

i stand up from her desk i was sitting at and hand her the pencil, sitting down beside her on the bed, crossing my legs. she scoots closer to me, sitting just close enough just to make sure our arms were touching, a small gesture that meant more to me then she knew.

“doing homework on a Friday night? really?” i said, with a teasing tone in my voice.

“can’t help it, pre-calc final on Monday”

“i took mine today, need help?”

“please, I’m dying over here”

she handed me her notebook and pencil, her notes are a wreck. i can barely read her messy handwriting.

“well no wonder you’re struggling p, how do you even read this?” -i say with a laugh.

she rolls her eyes playfully and nudges my arm.

“please just help me, math is supposed to be your thing, not mine”

she was right, math was always my strong suit, hers being english. we balance each other out, one of the many reasons i love her.

“okay so, to begin with you need-“ i started.

“this is so boring” she retorts back. “let’s do something more fun, i don’t want to study anymore. i have all weekend”

“but Paige you-“ before i could get the rest of my sentence out, she’s speaking again.

“cmon let’s go to the park or something, i can teach you how to shoot basketball” she adds.

“paige, honey it’s almost dark”

“oh well, it’s okay. not dark yet” she pleads, before adding- “i’ll drive”

“fine, let’s go”

“great!” she says, as she kisses me cheek before she stands up, i think this caught her off guard as much as it did me. her cheeks turned a light shade of pink before her lips curled into a smile while she slipped her shoes on.

this is normal friend behavior. that’s all, right?

right?

she grabs one of her many, many basketballs and we walk downstairs, getting in her car.

we get in her car, and she turns her favorite playlist on. it’s the one she always has on shuffle, it’s titled “anotha banga.” you would think since she liked english so much she would atleast spell the words right, but i guess that’s just who she was. she didn’t care about small things like that.

i care too much about the small things, and that’s my problem. but really, the “babe” and kissing me is just friendly. right?

right.

i have to keep telling myself that.

she’s straight.

right?

right.

right?

we’re driving with the windows down, it’s the beginning of april so the weather is starting to get nice again, but still chilly enough to wear hoodies and sweats everywhere. it’s a nice evening, around 60 degrees outside, and not a cloud in sight, the sunset becoming more evident and as beautiful as always.

she’s, as beautiful as always.

she’s wearing a UConn hoodie since that’s where we’re headed in the fall, yes “we’re”. I told you we really are inseparable. along with that, it’s some grey nike sweats, and her basketball shoes from 10th grade, that she thinks it’s bad luck to get rid of.

“is it too cold for you? want me to roll the windows up?” she asked me

“no i’m okay, it’s perfect”

“if you get cold, there’s an extra hoodie in the back if you want it”

i wasn’t cold, i just wanted to feel closer to her. wearing her hoodie would do for now.

i reach into the back seat and grab the hoodie, slipping it over the plain black cropped t-shirt i was wearing.

she looks over at me with a smile, straightening the hoodie out as she drives.

“you look great, you should keep that one” she says as she pats my thigh

i can feel the blush creeping across my face. my cheeks are hot at this point

“really?” is all i can manage to say back

she lets out a small laugh and returns her focus on the road

“really, it looks good on you”

she always knows exactly what to say. my lips curl into a soft, genuine smile

“well thank you, you can have one of mine next time we go to my house. your choice”

“i’m holding you to that”

“i know, don’t worry i won’t forget”

we finally make it to the park, it’s daylight but barely. the evening sun hiding behind the trees, but still casting a glow on her face that makes my heart skip a beat. she’s always been beautiful, but it’s astonishing how good she looks right now. i’d kiss her right now if i could.

she walks me over to the basketball court, talking about how she can’t wait to teach me the proper shooting form, how she can’t wait for me to watch her succeed in college ball next year.

i’m just as excited for her. i can’t wait to go through the next chapter together.

together?

you know what i mean.

we make it to the court and she immediately starts shooting, all of her shots sinking effortlessly.

“baby c’mere, your turn”

nicknames again.

i walk over to her and she positions herself behind me, handing me the ball

“okay so what you’re gonna do, is plant your feet and when you release the ball, push with your left wrist”

she makes it sound and look so easy

“paige i don’t think i can do it”

she laughs again, moves her hands to mine, helping me hold the ball how i’m supposed to

“you got it, i know you do”

she takes a step back and crosses her arms with a smile, like she’s proud of what she’s watching. she’s always wanted me to get into basketball with her, but my thing has always been soccer. it’s convenient, we can always go to each others games because our seasons don’t collide. and trust me, i’m at every single one of hers, and she’s at every single one of mine.

i shoot the ball, and as expected, it bounces off the rim and i miss.

Paige just laughs, a whole-hearted laugh, one that instantly made me laugh too.

“Paige stop i’m embarrassed” i say with a fake pout.

“no no it’s okay really” she says breathlessly, still laughing her ass off “you dummy, you’re shooting with both hands- let me help you again”

she gets back behind me and positions me again, her hands lingering on my waist for a little longer than normal before she steps back again

“you got it this time, 100%” she smiles and nods before adding, “i believe in you”

i take a deep breath and shoot the ball again, this time it swishes through the net.

i turned around and locked eyes with her, honestly i had never seen her so excited in my life. not even that time when she wrapped a string around my loose tooth and tied it to a door knob and slammed it. yes it hurt, but yes it worked.

i smile at her, and she smiles back.

“well paige, looks like you have some competition. better watch your spot on the UConn team next year”

she walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist, holding me close to her, and speaks with a warm tone.

“not even close, but that’s was a good shot if it makes you feel any better”

“it does actually, thank you”

there’s a silence, not an awkward one. it’s only silent because i caught the glance of her looking at my lips, then back up to meet my gaze again.

my cheeks flush red, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“you’re beautiful, y’know that?” she says as she brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear

i take a moment to gather my thoughts. should i say it?

no. might make things awkward.

what if it doesn’t?

i should say something.

“paige i..” i start, but then stop myself.

“you what?”

silence.

my breathing speeds up and my heart drops to my stomach.

i need to say it.

it’s eating at me.

i have to say it.

“i love you. you know that right?”- i finally speak up.

“and you know i love you too, right?”

i nod my head. - “yeah. i know”

silence again.

come on idiot. say it.

i open my mouth to talk again and she cuts me off - “you don’t have to say anything else. i know what you mean. and i promise i feel the same way”

“you do?”

she lets out a small laugh, “was it not obvious?”

“god paige i thought i was the only one feeling this way”

“you idiot, i’ve loved you for so long”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“i thought i was obvious enough”

i don’t know what took over my body in that moment, but whatever it was, im glad it did.

i leaned in and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her neck. holding her close to me like she could disappear any moment. months, years of built up feelings all slipping away between our lips.

it was slow at first. gentle, sweet. then she moved her hand to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.

she pulled away first, and rested her forehead against mine, i watched as she smiled, and still held me close.

“wanna stay with me tonight?” she asked

“of course i do, is that even a question?”

she kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently as she led us back to her car

after we get in her car, she leans her head back against the seat and looks at me, still holding my hand, that same beautiful smile playing across her lips that i’ve seen all day.

“paige?”

“mhm?” she says back quietly

“there better be a lot more kissing now that we’ve established this”

she nods her head and laughs- “oh you know it”

she leans over and gives me a quick kiss before she starts the car to head back.

“oh and one more thing” she adds

“what is it?”

“can we stop by your house so i can pick out that hoodie you promised me?”

“you’re serious?”

“of course i am, you have one of mine, so it’s only fair that i get one of my girlfriends hoodies too”

“girlfriend?”

“shit, you know what i meant, but only if you want”

“then it’s official paige, you’re my girlfriend”

“i like the sound of that”

“yeah p, me too”

we drive to my house and she picks out a grey hoodie with my soccer number on it, and she wasted no time putting it on.

[mystxmomo]

HI im getting into vhaeraun so, tasks and Situations permitting, im gonna see if I can shoot you some questions to learn more about his scrunkly ass 👉👈

so! what, in your opinion, are vhaerauns most PROMINENT traits (ie whats most obvious in how he acts+interacts) and what are vhaerauns most IMPORTANT traits (core defining aspects that influence his decisions+behaviors and how he approaches relationships)?

often times theres overlap there, but i get the impression vhaeraun keeps a lot close to his chest. and as a bonus followup: are there any differences with those two between Vhaeraun-as-Person and Vhaeraun-as-Deity

hope this ask is fun!! ouo)7

Thank you for enabling me. Gladly.

Post write-up edit: Sorry ahead of time. This ended up being Very, very long. 6k words... a lot of it is transcription from the novels and guidebooks though. If you want the TL;DR of my thoughts I summarize everything at the end, but all the dirty details are in the middle.

Also late edit: Thank @abracadav-r for digging up a lot of these screenshots while I went crazy on the write up. They were a MASSIVE help getting all the information I needed to cite in order.

Okay so. Three things right off the bat before I get into this.

This is something that I feel like goes without saying when I talk about these things, but I always feel the need to add a disclaimer on just in case one of these posts escape containment. A lot of these thoughts are going to be conclusions that I have come to about this character based on the evidence we're given canonically. Given that it's my opinion, I don't want to imply that it's the only way to interpret this character and in fact I think the charm of DND and the various characters within it is that they're little tools you can use to best shape the narrative you're trying to tell.

As such, I'm going to be trying to make it clear when something is "This is a presumption I have made based on evidence." And "This is just plain-spoken canon" and generally speaking, I will try and cite directly what I've pulled from.

Now. Related to that first point. I'm going to be pulling from Evermeet: Island of Elves the novel. The thing about Evermeet is that the way it's presented is as an optional mythos for the elves. As in, in universe, it is told from the perspective of someone passing down an oral tradition. It is a biased origin myth written by the victors.

Now. The reason I personally like Evermeet, despite having some qualms with the metatextual framework of it (which I will get into in depth when it pops up but tldr; There's a lot of victim blaming and the author does not seem aware that she wrote an abuse victim. It was the late 90's of course familial abuse against men isn't treated seriously) is that I'm of the personal belief that the Elf and Drow mythos, when existing in conversation with one another, is best interpreted as a story about familial abuse through the largescale framework of the divine. This is my personal agenda and my bias, and something that Evermeet is great for giving me evidence of! But, still worth establishing that this is a novel that you don't have to take as canon.

Final point before our read-more, because this is getting dangerously long as is. Because of how things are framed within the stories we're given, I do I feel like it's very important to pull up the context itself and not just go off the wiki. The example I will use for this is that on Vhaeraun's wiki page, there is a quote from him that out of context makes it sound like he's choosing not to help one of his follower because the follower hasn't impressed him well enough

“You lack the skill.” — Vhaeraun to Malvag when asked, "Why won't you help me?"

However, in context it becomes (in my opinion) very clear that Vhaeraun isn't helping him because he sincerely thinks that the guy can't do it. Like it would be dangerous for him to try. I'm under the impression in context that he's not denying him because he thinks he doesn't deserve it, he's denying him because he sincerely lacks the skill to use that help properly. And I think that is an important place to actually start our larger character analysis.

Vhaeraun watched. Malvag could feel the god's presence just over his shoulder. He whispered yet another prayer, one that would allow him to touch the god's omniscience. "I need him," he pleaded. "Why won't you help me?" The answer was a whisper only Malvag could hear. You lack the skill. Malvag rocked back on his heels. stunned. That was it [...]

So I'm bad at keeping things into categories. So we're going to start with what I think are Vhaerauns most important traits, and then go into his most prominent ones, because I feel like the important traits color the prominent ones, but like you said I think that kind of meshes with who he is as a person and why he behaves like he does. I'm going to try and narrow it down as I go, but if some of this seems a bit scattered at times. [mumbling noises] don't worry about it.

So that in mind. Insane thing to start with, but the biggest thing I would argue for with Vhaeraun is that he is best painted as a victim of abuse. And this isn't implication. If you take Evermeet at face value and how he interacts with Lolth in the beginning chapters, this is plain text.

(This is going to be the longest section because I have a lot to say on this both in how it's portrayed on a media analysis level and in a "What this means for his character" level, so I apologize in advance)

"Sehanine!" shrieked the dark goddess. She rose and rounded on her son, who'd been standing at her shoulder like a hovering raven awaiting a chance to feed. Vhaeraun took an instinctive step backward. "You idiot!" she screamed her face contorted with rage [...]

"And he is your lord husband. If there is a difference, please explain it to me. Otherwise, we will say that I am your son and leave the matter as settled," Vhaeraun said. His words were blunt and the implications harsh; instinctively he braced himself for another display of his mother's ready temper. To his surprise she laughed delightedly "You are my

[...] "And then what?" he countered in a tone that approximated his mother's sneer. "How can you hope to rule, with a goddess of Sehanine's power to oppose you? You should kill her now, when she is still helpless." Araushnee's hand flashed forward and dealt a ringing slap to her son's face. "Do not presume to question me," she said in a voice that bubbled with rage. "If you are so ignorant that you believe one god can easily kill another, perhaps I was wrong to make you my confidante and partner!" "But what of Herne?" pressed Vhaeraun, eager to salvage something of his dignity even it that only meant winning some small point of argument. "You told me that Malar killed him. And for that matter, why would you set Gruumsh and Malar against Corellon, if neither had hope of success?" "Don't be more of a fool than you must," snapped the goddess. "It is one thing to destroy a god from another place and another pantheon even among the gods, there are hunters and hunted, predators and prey. But to kill a member of one's own pantheon is another matter. If it were so easy, would I not already rule Arvandor?" The young god regarded his mother for several moments, his eyes thoughtful and his fingertips gingerly stroking his stinging cheek. "If it is as you say," he said slowly, "then perhaps you should leave the Seldarine." "Have you not heard a word I have said this day? [...]"

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The young god regarded his mother for several moments, his eyes thoughtful and his fingertips gingerly stroking his stinging cheek. "If it is as you say," he said slowly, "then perhaps you should leave the Seldarine." "Have you not heard a word I have said this day? I wish to rule the Seldarine!" "Then do so by conquest, rather than intrigue," Vhaeraun suggested, "You have been amassing an army to do your will. Leave the Seldarine, and lead that army yourself! Imagine Araushnee at the head of a mighty force, the leader of the anti-Seldarine!" he concluded, his voice ringing with the drama of it and the pride of one who admires his own visions. Araushnee stared at him for a moment, then she shook her head in despair. "How did I give birth to two such idiots? Think, boy! List in your mind the great and glorious generals I have enlisted!"

Now. And here's where my issue with the metatextual framework of Evermeet sits.

The conclusion our wonderful friend Elaine Cunningham seems to want us to come to is that he is inherently complicit in his mothers schemes. Like, theres this consistent idea throughout the book that he is equally at fault as his mother for everything that happened, and that bleeds into the text. It's in the way he's framed around her as that of "A Hovering Raven", and like he's lesser for not standing up to her in that moment. But, what I'm reading with my eyes in the good god given year of 2025 is a character who is getting thrown around by his mother and fawning under her to keep her anger regulated. He's constantly portrayed as preparing to or actively take a hit from her, or deal with the repercussions of her anger, or being on some receiving end of some beration. It does not escape me that he adjusts his plans and the way he talks to make her happy. He suggests that they leave and when it's clear that she's not happy he adjusts his thoughts until she is happy with it.

Now, all of this isn't just a "Here's my propoganda as to why my poor blorbo did nothing wrong moment," (Being upfront, my conclusion for Vhaeraun is "Did a few things wrong, but not nearly as much as you'd think) I think this is something that genuinely colors his motivations and the kind of person he is later. Likewise, I think this showcases something thats not only deeply important about him as a person, but Eilistraee and the dynamic that they're in. I think Vhaeraun did, as a result of being her favorite child, experience more of Lolth's direct abuse than Eilistraee did, and it's given him more of an awareness and nuance of the kind of person their mother is than his sister has.

Editing in a long minor note going into the next section before I post this: I feel the need to establish. As a character, I do actually really like Eilistraee. Vhaeraun is my main focus, but Eilistraee is my third favorite Dark Seladrine god on a character level. I'm a little bit critical of her and her world view here because the book isn't. I feel a bit more of a need to defend Vhaeraun's logic and a bit more of a need to dismantle Eilistraee's because the narrative handling for both consistently isn't handled with the amount of nuance that I think they should be. I personally think Vhaeraun and Eilistraee are two sides of the same coin. Despite what DnD wants me to believe, I don't think Eilistraee is always right and Vhaeraun is always wrong. I think they're two characters responding very differently to the insane and extreme circumstances in which they stemmed from, and to say one is wholly correct and the other is "The wrong one" misses the point.

I also acknowledge that this is a DnD'ism that a lot of people have already criticized since even going back to the 90's. I am not the first to say that the alignment system doesn't hold up and the in-universe idea of good and bad is inherently flawed and lacks a lot of nuance. Like. I think there's this idea of "Because we know he ends up evil, this isn't as severe, because he deserves it for being evil" levels of logic happening within the narrative. Take my hand though, we're going to add nuance to it.

Something else important about Vhaeraun. Just a little thing worth mentioning, not too important in the grand scheme of things. Maybe a little more important than I'm implying. Vhaeraun was the original Main Influential God of the Drow.

So. Comparatively, Eilistraee to me reads as a little naive with how she's often portrayed. She was shielded from the worst of their mothers temper and abuse as a result of being her fathers favorite.

Eilistraee, to me, doesn't understand the intricacies of violence, war, and abuse. When she see's her brother, she see's the same kind of evil as her mother. But Eilistraee a FASCINATINGLY unreliable narrator. She is biased against her brother and his influence, so she is only ever going to see the spread of it as an evil. And because, as mentioned, the book is operating on the assumption that he too is evil, it doesn't so a lot to showcase HOW his presence is an evil. So. Vhaeraun came to Toril first, and Lolth followed because she felt his presence off of one of the elves that came into the Demonweb pits. And the country that he was worshiped in was implied to not only be functional, but like thriving in a time when Dragons were the main threat. And his power only collapsed like it did because of his people dying in a black plague level of tragedy.

Other effects of the Sundering also brought mixed emotions to the goddess. On the one hand, it had destroyed many of her worshipers. Yet for each of her elves that had tumbled into the sea or been crushed by falling stone, at least three of Vhaeraun's followers had perished. Lloth reigned supreme among the dark elves' gods.

The conclusion that I'm coming to (Admittedly, this one doesn't have canon basis in plain text to point to, but stick with me) I think Vhaeraun see's himself as the "Rightful" God of the Drow (As in, drow as a whole, not just male drow.) He see's himself as someone that had his "Kingdom" stolen from him. If HE was in control the drow would still be powerful. If HE was the main one being worshiped, they would be respected. But because his mother came and influenced them, he (they) lost everything.

Related to both of these point, I don't think that he has ever seen Eilistraee as a direct threat to him and his power. All of his hatred towards his sister has been portrayed (and outright stated) to be rooted reaction to how he's treated as a result of their father favoring her, and what he see's as her enabling. And again, that goes right back into what my thesis point is for the Drow/Elf pantheon. This is a story about an abusive family structure, and that colors everything about the relationships between parent and child and siblings.

[...] Likewise, the Masked Lord nurtures an abiding hatred of Eilistraee. The Dark Maiden always held Corellon's favor more than her hateful brother, and she thwarted Vhaeraun's early efforts to bring all the Ilythiiri (southern, dark-skinned elves) under his sway, enabling Lolth and Ghaunadaur to make great inroads among those who would become the drow. [...]

"Not alone," Vhaeraun said firmly. "Eilistraee plotted with us. She deserves to share my fate." "Eilistraee? I cannot believe this of the girl" began Sehanine. "You were not here!" Aerdrie broke in fiercely. "I saw her shoot the arrow that struck down Corellon! And as her own mother points out, the girl has never missed her mark!" Corellon shook his head. "I cannot believe she would do such a thing!" "Believe!" hissed Vhaeraun, enraged that Corellon suffered such doubt and anguish at the thought that his precious Eilistraee might have turned against him. He was willing enough to name his son a traitor! Vhaeraun had always hated his younger, favored twin. Now he would have his vengeance. The young god turned to his mother, his eyes burning with an enmity that set even one such as Araushnee back on her heels. "You promised me power and honor," he said in a voice meant only for his mother's ears. "But instead, your ambitions have cost me everything. Give me Eilistraee, and I will consider this day's bargain well made."

[...] Finally he looked to Vhaeraun. "Eilistraee has chosen. Go now, and take her with you. But know that the day your hand is lifted against her will be the last of your life. This I swear, by all the trees of Arvandor." Vhaeraun's face twisted with hatred and rage, but he had little choice but to comply. Corellon stood silent as the young god shouldered his unconscious twin and disappeared. Finally he rose to his feet and faced his fallen love. [...]

And I do think it's a bit telling that even at the height of his power, the most he did was exile her. (This is implied, who else would have done it)

[...] "I am known as Eilistraee, the Dark Maiden. I require from you neither reverence nor vigilance," she said softly. "I come as a friend, and in need of friends. Put aside both your weapons and your wonder, and let us talk. There are things that you must know if you intend to confront the Ilythiiri." The sadness in her voice smote Sharlario's heart, and he did as she bid. "You spoke of exile, lady," he commented. "Forgive me, but I have never heard of such a thing. From whence are you exiled, and, if I might ask, why?" "Most recently, from the southlands," the goddess said. [...]

Authors note: The Ilythiiri were drow before they were called drow.

If he wanted her dead (for the crime of existing), I think he would have killed her ages ago. But I don't think he does. I think he's just angry at the hand he's been dealt and it's easier to blame her than it is to unpack the complicated feelings he has towards his mother. Him attacking her in Lady Penitent feels like a means to an end for me. He's not attacking her because he hates her personally, despite what she thinks. He's attacking her because (In character logic and reasoning) if he combines their churches then maybe he will have enough power to combat their mother.

(Now. I as an author think this is flawed logic, and we know that because when Eilistraee took his aspects the churches splintered, because you can't force people to worship someone they don't like. But, his logic and reasoning nonetheless)

I'm not sure where to include this, but we're getting to the end of the family section and I still haven't mentioned Selvetarm.

Selvetarm... To keep it short. The cycle of abuse continues. He's absolutely blinded by rage when it comes to his family.

[...] "What I want, you speck of a creature" he brandished the stump of his wrist before Inthracis's face "is Selvetarm's obsequious brain torn from his foul head so that I can use his empty skull as a piss pot." [...]

Now. Going away from all of that to the next big thing with him.

I think a lot of people want to kind of. Dance around the drow racism of his character. I don't think we can dance around the fantasy racism of his character. I think, in fact, we need to sit on the fantasy racism a little bit and peel back the layers of it because I actually think the framework of what we're looking and what it says about him is kind of interesting. Because Vhaeraun really does not hate non-drow.

This can be a touchy subject. Up front, take none of this as a defense of his mindset, just an explanation toward its and an exploration of it.

Source citing note: This section comes from this video by Ed Greenwood on him.

[Start: 3:41] Non-drow can become priests of Vhaeraun, but it's very rare, as the deity is inherently suspicious of non-drow, and because many drow, holding similar suspicions, would refuse to accept, so train and work with, such an individual. So if someone wants to embrace the faith of Vhaeraun in service, that is, becoming an ordained priest, they are going to have to demonstrate personal support to Vhaeraun's aims, then appeal in prayer to the deity directly. Vhaeraun will respond, manifesting an avatar, and flood supplicant's mind with his own, an excruciatingly painful experience that may well drive the supplicant mad. His arrogance and force of presence is terrible to most mortal to prove their thoughts and memories personally. Vhaeraun must be certain of their motives and their loyalty. He dare not allow a traitor into the ranks of his relatively, when measured against the ever present malicious darkness that is the worship of his mother Lolth, small and weak church. If he finds treachery, he will typically destroy the mortal mind he has melded with, leaving the hapless would be traitor a drooling, vertigo smitten victim, able to speak and reason only slowly and haltingly, and so extremely vulnerable to almost any hostile being. If he finds loyalty, he will be delighted, for he sees the road to achieving his aim of drow supremacy as necessitating acceptance of his guidance and that of the mortal drow who serve him by non-drow. He will mark such a mind with a boon, typically darkvision, or, for a gifted mortal, the ability to cast dancing lights at will, or darkness, or fairy fire, once every 48 hours, from the moment of their last casting of a magic he's conferred. This boon is not entirely generous, but also serves to alert all drow, Vhaeraun intends it for his followers, but it works for drow of any primary loyalty, that this individual is his. That is, that he favors this being and they are loyal to him. This is what enables a non-drow wannabe cleric of Vhaeraun to find acceptance in the ranks of his church. They will never be entirely trusted, as in, they may well be trusted with dangerous, important tasks or missions by senior priests who see them as inherently expendable, but they will always be watched, both overtly and covertly. But so long as they accept their subservient role, they will be accepted.

But this isn't the only thing I want to bring up from this video.

How much do you know about the concept of noblesse oblige.

("the inferred responsibility of privileged people to act with generosity and nobility toward those less privileged.")

[..] Vhaeraun himself has bolstered this acceptance by protecting such non-drow priests personally in situations where he manifests, and clearly, by his words and deeds, caring about their health, safety, and welfare. When one of his senior drow priests, Alont Aerlarr of Athkatla, asked the god why he did this, Vhaeraun replied, "To lead and rule others means we must value those others; a shepherd who cares not for the sheep is no worthy shepherd. By valuing our livestock, we increase our own value and demonstrate to all our fitness to lead all other creatures." [...]

Using these as sources, here is what I think Vhaeraun's mentality and the drow supremacy of it all comes from.

Vhaeraun does sincerely see drow as being better than other races. However. To properly understand where his mindset is, you must also understand that it is a racism of patronizing rather than one of pure hatred. Drow are better, they're stronger, they're my favorite, so we must show our strength and power and our ability to care for those we will rule. How can we be trusted to rule over them if we do not carry ourselves with the honor and respect of someone that is worthy of ruling.

It is the divine right to rule on a hierarchical level.

I also think there is a level of distrust and discomfort that comes from their their circumstance. He is the counter to Eilistraee's "We must show others we are good and deserving of their respect." He is this logic of "Why should we trust and respect those that don't respect us? They should just already respect us."

So I think the drow supremacy of it all is uhh. Nuanced. I don't think his mindset is right, but I also think it is one that would be changed if their circumstances were less extreme. I also think the mindset enables his church to do uh. Evil Slavery Things! Again, we cannot get around the evil fantasy slavery things and the bigotry of it all.

But we can explore it. Because this is a fictional character in a fictional setting.

Now, semi-related to the above point as well, with all of that in consideration, I don't know if Vhaeraun wants power for the sake of power. I don't have any in-text proof of this outside of "Everything above is emblematic of a deeper motivation" but I'm kind of under the impression that to Vhaeraun, power is synonymous with stability and respect.

So. That's Vhaeraun and the important/prominent traits he has. Now I think we can get into him as a person on a personality level.

;;

It is now that we can actually pull things up from Demihuman Deities and Drow of the underdark, and a little bit from War of the Spiderqueen

Personality wise, this is how he's described.

I think your impression of him (That he's someone that keeps a lot close to his chest) is correct. My personal interpretation of Vhaeraun is that he is playing the part his followers need him to play. What he needs to be is a leader and a king. What I think Vhaeraun wants is to be one of the guys (for a lack of a better term). He wants to be included. He WANTS to be called out to, and wants to be wanted. He finds it hard to hold aloof from the needs of his worshipers. He doesn't want them summoning anyone but him.

and this is built into how he works mechanically. He's weak on his own, but he's supposed to be built around his followers and take advantage of their skill set.

Related: Do you want to see the hottest thing he's ever done. Like canonically. To me.

Defending one of his guys without even looking and then sending the assailant flying into the air. Deeply hilarious. Very hot. I would trust him with my life. I think about this passage a non-zero amount.

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Not important to his character persay, but a fun sidenote to cut through all this. While the fact he's the god of thieves has gotten the most focus in recent years, in the many ways he parallels Eilistraee he's actually the God of the Night canonically, and a lot of things around him (especially in earlier editions) ride around that coding. If Eilistraee is the moon, he is the sky and the stars.

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I joke about the fact he's a dumbass (Because he can be a little bit of a dumbass) but I do actually think he prefers logic and reason schemeing solutions to violent ones. If he can get power by doing tax evasion, he prefers that to doing it through conquest. Because conquest means the people that worship him die as well, and he really doesn't like putting his guys at risk.

As an example, and something I consider to be a deeply telling thing of his character. He's a bitch that LOVES a loophole. Gods aren't allowed to steal souls from other gods? That's fine. He'll just have his followers do it. He's not breaking any rules.

He can't kill mortals directly? That's fine. He'll hire demons to do it.

He's someone that LOVES getting away with things that he should not. He doesn't need to fight. He just needs to outscheme.

(Though, and this isn't supported by anything in text and another thing I just personally noticed as a trend. Despite seeming to view himself as a schemer and a logical person, he is a character who is not only deeply driven by his emotions, but kneecapped by them as well. As mentioned earlier, he's so blinded by his anger towards his family that it ruins multiple of his plans. His want to keep his worshipers safe stops him from using them, even when they might have allowed it. I think a lot of the things he did in WotsQ was driven by panic. He acts before he thinks, and he acts on his emotions, and he hides that he acts on his emotions by putting up this edgy, knives and shadows front.)

Anyway. Final note. He's a whore. Male slut. Libertine.

Now, there's a consistent implication with most gods in the Forgotten Realms that they are willing to sleep around, and I know that Ed Greenwood has described the presence of gods as caresses and touches. However, lets be clear. There's no implication here. He is just one of the few gods that even back in 2e that is directly mentioned to be sleeping with his followers.

Masked traitors receive the personal attention of Vhaeraun in the form of useful information imparted to them from time to time in their dreams. The Masked Lord richly rewards those who do well in his service, and he often (falsely) hints he is willing grant immortality to worthy traitors or even elevate them to the role of his consort

Now, you can interpret that the (Falsely) is applicable to both the immortal line and the consort line, but

Dragging evermeet back in for one last rodeo.

[...] This proved to be a difficult task, considering that the entire Seldarine was celebrating the dual victories of Corellon Larethian. Avoiding several score of celebrating elven deities, even in a place as vast as Arvandor, proved to be no easy matter. Nor was it easy to hold Vhaeraun's attention: Many a young goddess-and one or two of the elder powers as well-urged the handsome young god to join in the merriment. At highsun, Araushnee finally left Vhaeraun to his revels. She sought out Corellon, for he might [...]

Lolth voice: Ugh. Keeping my sons attention is so hard. Why is it always him and the partying.

Vain.... Handsome.... Okay. I see you DnD. He cares about his appearance, and how he's being perceived.

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So where does all of this bring us. How do I summarize my thoughts on Vhaeraun: The Masked Lord.

[All of these are my personal conclusion summed up. If you disagree, thats totally fine! But this is the impression of him I personally get with all of this in consideration.]

I think a massive and defining part of his character is the concept of noblesse oblige. This is something that colors so much of the way he behaves. Because as a deity he is stronger than the drow that worship him, it is his job and his duty to protect them. Because drow are better than other races, and it is their duty to Shepard them. If they are not protecting them properly (And by proxy, If he is not protecting his guys properly) that is a failure on their (his) part. He's someone who believes in the idea of honor amongst his own people.

In contrast to that, I think he is deeply possessive, protective, petty, spiteful motherfucker. He is, above all else, emotional, and driven by the things he feels. And I think the things he feels most frequently anger and righteous fury.

And I think the irony of it all is that all of that comes from the fact that he cares. In fact, I think he only acts as he does because of how strongly he cares. The drow are his. They are something stolen from him. He loves the drow. That is his love and his empathy, because it is the only way he's ever known how to love and empathize. And the reason that is the only way he knows how to love and empathize is because he's an abuse victim. You cannot touch on the concept of Vhaeraun without touching on his sister, mother, and father because he only became the kind of person he is because of them. While you don't have to touch on his son, I think doing so adds another layer, because it shows another way he's kneecapped by his emotions. He can't separate the emotions he feels towards his mother from the feelings he has towards his son, thus inflicting the same neglect and pain he was subjected to onto him and leaving him in the hands of his mother, while blaming him and strictly him for what she made of him [Selvetarm, that is.]

You know. Like people to him.

I think his evolution of going from what seems to be this young, Dionysus like deity, to a god of territory who managed to make alliances with dragons and create a respected empire, to this militant and paranoid divine figure and leader of rebellion is fascinating.

And I think, despite his personality being the way it is? He's not unkind. He just isn't wearing that kindness on his sleeve. He CAN'T wear the kindness on his sleeve. But his gifts aren't insincere. He wants to include his worshipers in the things he's doing. He wants to BRING them places.

"Vhaeraun has called me to his service in the planes beyond Faerûn on several occasions," Tzirik admitted. "In fact, I have been in the Demonweb Pits before now. All the gods of our race reside here, each in their own domain within this great chasm of webbing. My previous business did not take me to Lolth's domain, though, and that was a good many years ago."

I think he is someone deeply motivated by the concept of "Means to an end." Doing bad things now is fine, because once we're in power we won't need to do that anymore. It's okay to do bad things to the people that don't respect us, because it is not our job to convince them to respect us. They will see our power, and then they will respect us.

And, if you want something that I think is never stated plainly, but my insane delusions of the upmost degree. I think he's a god who's a little uncomfortable with the divine. They're not something that can be trusted. But his mortals? The ones who chose to worship him and put their trust in him? They are the ones he likes. They are the one's he'll protect.

And also all of that and he's a slut.

[stevie-petey]

oh my god oh my god I love your writing so much - especially the way you write bug + protective!dustin (the party worrying about bug and jonathan and being bug’s number one fans is everything to me - especially lucas being so obvious with his crush)

is it alright if i ask you if you could write more about dustin being protective over his older sister - like maybe he goes to school and realises that there are a ton of people who have crushes on hawkins’ sweetheart or maybe he’s spying on a date she has with steve or maybe she gets hurt and he comforts her/swears revenge for her?

i just love younger brothers being protective over their older sisters - it’s such a sweet dynamic

thank you darlin !!!! i made this a bit sad (what else is new) but i just loved the idea of doing dustins pov when he finds out bug is cursed and how his protective nature came out </3

"fred and chrissy, they both came to ms. kelly for help." max's words almost echo in the silent office. dustin hates it. "they were both having headaches, bad headaches that just wouldnt go away. and then..."

"the nightmares." dustin hates even more that youre avoiding his gaze. how emotionless you sound. how void you are. "trouble falling, staying asleep."

next to dustin he can feel steves entire body tense. he looks at the older boy, knows that it was him you called every night you couldnt sleep. he heard every conversation through the thin walls.

then max explains how fred and chrissy hallucinated all their traumas. things from their past that they couldnt forget.

dustin doesnt think theres anything from your past that youd want to remember. it was only the other night that he woke up to your screams. last week youd mumbled your fathers name in your sleep.

"these visions, they just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually..." the shake in maxs voice sends every cell in dustins body into a spiral. her fear. the palpable dread.

and you wont fucking look at him.

"max," you whisper her name like a mournful ghost.

"until eventually... everything ended." max finishes.

ended. torn apart. left to rot in the dirt.

what a bitter fucking way to end, dustin thinks.

and its robin who provides a name to the dread that claws so heavily in his throat. an explanation for why he feels that he has to mourn you as you stand before him. a reason behind why you cant meet his eye. why you look as if youve already become a ghost that will haunt his bedroom walls just as his father does.

"vecnas curse."

"chrissys hedaches started a week ago. freds six days ago." max swallows heavily. dustin cant move. he cant breathe. somewhere lightning has struck. "ive been having them for five days."

you taught dustin the word dread when he was nine and waiting for your father to return. you taught him hope when he was twelve and thought hed lost a childhood friend. you taught him love when he was only a day old, coming home to a house filled with your three year old warmth and curiosity over being a sister.

"my headaches started two days ago."

but you never taught dustin loss. he never thought hed have to learn that word when it came to you.

"the night of lucas' game."

and now you expect me to abandon lucas, someone who has spent time with me this year, someone who has made this entire year less lonely for me.

dustin shouldve been there. he shouldve fucking been there.

something takes over his body. he thinks he falls towards you in a blind, desperate attempt to get closer. all hes ever wanted to do is get closer to you. youre his sister. hes your brother.

"no, something isnt right." steves stumbling over his words. hes next to dustin, grappling with the loss just as heavily as he is.

this isnt real. none of this is real. dustin knows science and math and how to calculate complex equations and build elaborate radio systems and how to make you laugh and when to hold your hand and none of this can possibly be real because it doesnt make any sense.

"you could be dehydrated, or-or tired." his hands find your face. his mind wracks with scientific facts and biological processes. when was the last time he saw you eat? when was the last time you slept? "headaches are caused by a lot of things. youre pale, youre probably sick and this is all just conspiracy bullshit and-"

"dustin," your hands come up to meet his. your gentle grip chokes dustin. you look into his eyes and the quiet resolve breaks him. "you know it isnt conspiracy bullshit."

but it has to be. dustin cant let it be anything else. yet youre looking at him with tender eyes and your voice speaks so softly to him, coaxing him into a lullaby that he remembers from all the nights in his childhood where you held him just like this, spoke to him so softly to soothe the ache of growing up.

"i-im fine, alright? we need to focus on max right now, shes the one who had the vision."

dustin has always been able to find the answer. he figures out the equation eventually. he finds all the pieces and places them together and protects the ones he loves through nearly impossible solutions.

but hes never been able to answer your savior complex.

he stands there, numb, as steve begs you to care about your own life. he watches what little reaction it sparks. youre just as numb to it as dustin is.

youve already accepted your death.

but dustin refuses to accept that for an answer. it doesnt matter what youve decided. he'll find another way. he'll protect you just as youve protected him.

he has to.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[alnst-willow]

Right because this is something i feel strongly about odd numbers feel wrong there gross and lets be honest theres no point for them since there well odd while Even numbers are perfect like no wonder a odd number plus another odd number is even its just perfect. Like for sone reason for me odd numbers make me feek icky

[a-cat-in-toffee]

PJO AU RAMBLES,,,,

So the vibe for Vyncent is I wanted to keep him vaguely an elf and I wanted to keep him with that isekai culture shock which was what led to the whole part dryad thing (also saying I turned anna sol into a tree is very entertaining to me.) and his whole thing of having a versatile set of skills he can go between for his powers just fucking screams hermes !! and also the whole god of travel and roads yknow it just all lined up really nicely

his basic deal is that he was kinda just raised at camp, but only started actually formally like 'going' at around 6, though he hasn't really ? been anywhere else? ever ??? so while on the quest with Dakota and William its super weird and confusing and he's very out of his depth!! he's very competent at the shit he does while at camp but when he's not he's just a fish out of fucking water, just like in PD.

For William I've been getting a lot of "you'd expect Will to be a Hades kid" WHICH WAS SOMETHING I THOUGHT ABOUT and if I had gone down the death route I probably would have been more Thanatos leaning (and, originally I had assigned him Hypnos) but I just!! felt like it wasn't quite right y'know. and since William is THE detective. like THHEEE investigator, Athena felt like a natural choice. I feel like it really fits and is very silly.

he grew up basically the same, lived in Deadwood his whole life, saw things no one else did but this time because of the mist and dealing with monster encounters and shit. until he's like vaguely 15-16 on a hike in the woods and he has a particularly bad run in with a monsters and his dad goes. Okay. Alright. Time to send your ass to summer camp. I do think it would be really funny if he still does have a wisp problem and they just fucking follow him around for NO REASON.

ASSIGNIGN A GOD TO DAKOTA WAS ACTUALLY MUCH HARDER THAN YOU'D THINK. My kneejerk reaction was Ares because. combat focused! primal idiot! but he's not. war-like. y'know. I did look around at other gods for a while before settling on Demeter because. gestures vaguely at Meg. I didn't actually finish Trials of Apollo but her and Dakota have very similar vibes in my brain, and the whole "oh the plant cabin is actually SCARY in combat dude" thing will always be so important to me,,, AND IT FIT HIS WHOLE BEINGINTO NATURE AND ANIMALS LIKING HIM THING.

Like I said before, he is functionally this au's percy (despite the fact he's not a big 3 kids,,, shhh,,,,,) because he's literally just shown up at camp and has no fucking clue what's happening. get's tossed into the Hermes cabin and suddenly he's Vyncent's problem y'know. Also !! the stress of suddenly being in a new place where theres so many more rules that you don't know about and then HOLY SHIT YOU'RE BEING SENT ON A GOD ISSUED QUEST. and my man has to just with it!!

And now you may be asking yourself. Randy. Where's Ashe? and heh. let justr say. Valhalla. (Not actually but Ashe is busy being a Loki kid and wanting nothing to do with this whole vibe)

[year2000electronics]

Years will pass and something will reawaken the hlvrv brainworms once again (same w y2kvr to be honest) Itty bitty cranial sleeper agents

I know you've moved on to different fandoms and fixation, but your old work is Still Cool and Fun

its still as much a part of me as everything else is!! know that every time i teasingly mention y2k/vrv its all out of love. you know im gonna draw something for july 10th at least!!

y2k/vrv did unironically save my life and i guess. really saved me. hlvrai snapped me out of a depressive cycle that had me losing track of days and nights and barely sleeping or eating. 2020 was That Bad. stuff was really scary. dont ever let anyone romanticize it just because they remember being happy about being off of school. it was dire. and then the outpouring of creativity from hlvrai and the fandom and the series was just. really cool. it was Incredible. it was just people creating to create and having fun with their friends. it knocked me right out of my slump and had me actually DOING things again

no matter how many years pass, no matter how much i might find my writing comes up to my standards less and less (running y2k while i was SEVENTEEN now feels. insane to me. so much of it was off the cuff and improvised. it was back when i didnt shade a lot of my art cos i didnt wanna bother doing it. it feels so far away) the fact that i got to share that experience live with so many excited people, all just rounding up together to help me tell a story, and even now, almost five years out, people will still come to me and say they discovered y2k for the first time and really liked reading it. thats really special to me

i know a lot of people end up souring on the thing that made them "popular" as year and years go by and theres a lot of valid reasons for that, and i know that 2020-2021 era vrai fandom was honestly really crazy in a not-good way but like. idk. itll always be a part of me. it did a lot for me. ill always love it for that. and im happy others do too. im always down to talk about it

[halloweenbori]

images.neopets.com/caption/caption_1475.gif vs deviantart.com/chaoskomori/art/Korbat-Day-Procession-183920879 uh i want an explanation, N O W

[bunnieswithknives]

The animatic is done!! 💕

[tubbytarchia]

got an urge to design ponies oops

[starscream-is-my-wife]

I wish they made Starscream an actual threat again, make him someone the Autobots and Decepticons have to team up to take down

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Me when I see a Life Series "girls and gays" team and there's no Martyn :(

Me when I see a Girls and Gay (singular) team that both has no Martyn and has Cleo in the Girls section :((((((((

[amuelia]

small drawing as im looking forward to watching tales of the empire tomorrow

[thecrowfinder]

how the past 24 hours have honestly felt

[paper-mario-wiki]

ive exclusively been playing it by ear with the makeup (no tutorials or anything) and i somehow always end up looking like a secretary kind of so ive been practicing looking exasperated while wearing makeup cuz i figure i gotta work with what im given ya know

[blueskittlesart]

foxboy has been forcibly made ambidextrous due to blueskittles' forgetfulness

all characters are ambidextrous when im writing them (< guy who doesnt know the difference between left and right)