#pls vess do it

[sleepytoken]

If Vess covered maps id die happy.

Same. I'd lose my shit. Love that song so much and he would thrive in all the emotion in it.

[elkkiel]

friends and esteemed lurkers: i'd like to open up requests for cat nap (my silly little sleep token as cats collection)! Especially ones like licky Vess since it was very fun, and I also want to work on my animation process and character design/style consistency skills for future professional use (I am an illustrator/designer + student irl so any practice opportunity is handy)

Details below:

hi there :3

you can send these in as asks so I can send em back to you easier!

ideas i'd like to try (as loose examples for things i'll do for u):

more bttv emotes (catJAM, BongoCat (II), catKISS, etc.)

any older Internet memes/badges/stickers/etc similar to lickies. Userboxes/(maybe) blinkies if the idea is complex enough might work too. I was a deviantart kid lol send em over for nostalgia's sake

literally any cursed or cryptid cats

Short scenarios or actions (think smacking the screen with a paw or giving another kitty a smoochie) like 10 seconds max

Or anything else! Ideally something I can complete in a single session/day lol.

what i'd rather not do:

anything long/overly complicated

explicit gore (I'm chill with some blood + bones + other assorted visceral bits, I'd just rather not rip a kitten's head off)

nsfw (it's a fucking cat + these are free, if u want furry/feral nsfw maybe tip me first lmao :P)

mecha or any kind of complex machinery

just pls have mercy on me ;~;

usage:

if you're the asker, feel free to use however you'd like! I'd humbly request a tag/credit if anything is reposted but that's not an obligation (think of it like gifted art 🩷)

if you're not the asker, pls ask before using/reposting + give creds! a hyperlink or @/url works great :)

not sure if this is gonna be an issue but figured I'd cover my bases

not gonna guarantee any kind of turnaround time but I'll try my best to finish it before you forget you sent the request lol. If I can't do something for some reason I'll message you or make a quick post if you're anon.

tysm if you send anything over, ily forever! I've never tried anything like this before since this is the first time I've had actual fanart engagement, so we will see how this goes lol.

[vessilin]

~ introduction ~

there’s rlly no need for me to have an introduction but!! here’s a few things about me if u’re a curious little creature :3

haiii! i go by vessilin/vess online, but you’ll sometimes see my friends refer me as Ajax! that’s a name that’s reserved for my silly little online buds though, i prefer vessilin the most ! pls do not call me ajax unless i say it’s ok / we’re close!

i use he/him/his and it/its/its pronouns as well as a collection of xenopronouns ! if you wanna know what they are feel free to send me an ask or dm!

I am a minor and, even if i’m a few months from being a legal adult, I’d love it if this blog remains as SFW as possible. I MIGHT reblog suggestive stuff but that’s like— a once in a blue moon thing. i am human(ish) after all!

inch rest (interest) list

(italics are hyperfixations, bolds are special interests)

<3 The Magnus Archives + The Magnus Protocol !

<3 Dead Plate

<3 Will Wood / Will Wood and the Tapeworms !

<3 Warrior Cats

<3 Art

<3 D&D

<3 Vocaloids

<3 Cats (in general)

<3 Entomology

<3 Beetles / Weevils

<3 literally anything else that i repost lol

~ other info ! ~

i’m transgender and was assigned intersex at birth! i am autistic. im very nervous when dm-ing people I don’t know and using asks! I tend to stay anon for asks. i’m in high school full time. i plan on going to college for biology and, eventually, getting a P.H.D. in medical entomology! if you have a bug or beetle you need identified PLEASE ask me to!! i love commissioning artists!!

[your-turn-to-role]

Don't know if this has been said before, but what if Molly's soul is still hidden away in the body, although still around about the level when he died, so it's when Lucien gets taken to 0 hit points or something he's weak enough for Molly to finish him off from the inside

(I don't say it as a "this is what I think's going to happen" sort of thing, it'd just be cool & I'm thinking out loud)

so, i’m gonna ramble a lot about this before i get to your question, because this actually gives me a really good opportunity to talk about something i’ve been wanting to for a while and haven’t made the post yet

i’ve, honestly been really confused by everyone going “oh what if molly’s soul is still in there”, as if molly and lucien are two separate souls fighting over a body, and one’s possessed the other or whatever (especially when beacon theories get involved)

but like... that’s not what happened. to explain, lucien was the original soul. weird cult shit aside, he was an otherwise normal tiefling from shadycreek, who hired vess derogna to help him cast some kind of ritual involving that book

she went along with it, but didn’t actually want lucien’s plans to succeed. she’d read the book extensively herself, she also had nine eyes across her body, but she wanted no part of whatever the somnovem is doing. so when she cast the ritual on lucien, she modified it, and instead of its intended purpose, it shattered lucien’s soul into pieces, intending to make it impossible for him to be resurrected. the tombtakers found his body, seemingly dead, buried him in the woods outside their hideout, and scattered across the continent per lucien’s emergency instructions, plan lost

until the one piece of his soul left in his body slowly managed to wake up. a full soul isn’t actually required to keep a body alive, especially if there’s other weird magic involved, and this piece is very determined. it’s missing the rest of itself, and trying to come to terms with that - doesn’t remember anything, takes months to be able to speak, other than one word, haunted by the emptiness it’s now feeling, and the only other vague memory in their head is of the dark dark magic that brought them here. eventually, like any living creature, they grow, and develop, and move on from that. they were given a new start, a new name, and a family that loved them. molly learned how to be a person, not knowing anything different, and gave himself a whole new identity, had friends, had family, that lucien didn’t. but nothing new was added to the mix other than the love he got from the circus, everything else he built himself

(i’ve had a couple people say to me “well lucien isn’t a reliable source, he could be lying or mistaken about what happened”, and just from my personal insight, i don’t think he’s lying, but even if he was wrong about molly being a piece of his soul and not a whole new soul entirely - molly doesn’t match the symptoms of being a soul given to a new body. but you know what he does match near perfectly? egtw’s description of a hollow one, a being resurrected without a soul)

(he had at least part of one, we know that, we can see it, in lucien, they’re too similar, and molly doesn’t register as undead like hollow ones do. but i’m guessing if a fractured piece of a soul found itself back in its body without the rest of it? it would sound something like this)

“Yet some beings find that, days after they died, they awaken, clutching to life, with only a terrible emptiness inside to remind them of their death.”

“The transition from life to becoming a Hollow One affects different people to different degrees. Some let their anger and regret consume them. Others use their second chance to become a brighter force in the world. However, all Hollow Ones are marked by their new existence: feelings of unease, dread or sadness cling to them like tattered rags of their past life.”

so then he dies. and the mighty nein tell cree. and she spends months looking for a way to bring lucien back. i don’t know exactly how she does it, but she does, collects all (or at least more of, he may be missing some things still) those fragments of his very shattered soul and puts them back together. lucien doesn’t remember everything that molly did, the person he grew to be, and who’s to say really which part of a soul is responsible for memories? if you were to shatter his soul again in the same way, would the part that was molly remember, or would it have to go through the same thing all over again?

but it also leads us to an interesting question of, how does a soul get made. a baby still waiting to be born doesn’t have a soul yet, we know that because of how the beacon works

is each new child not connected to the luxon given a soul by the gods? or do they grow their own, as they learn to be their own person

did molly essentially turn a soul fragment into a whole soul, just by living? and if he did... what part is in lucien now

i’m honestly inclined to believe that lucien’s soul is back together, including the molly part, because of all the ways they’re similar, i think those all came from that fragment. but there’s three options here, 1) the soul fragment that was molly is back as just another puzzle piece, he’s essentially dead, and the purpose of his story is that you don’t have to keep living to keep having an impact on the world, molly has changed things permanently despite how short he lived 2) he did grow a second soul, and that fragment they share is shared, back in lucien’s body, but either molly in the afterlife is missing a piece, or there’s more than 100% of a soul in that body, weirdly stuck together and probably not that noticeable as wrong because there’s already a thousand other voices in there 3) he did grow a second soul, and it’s gone. he left for the afterlife and that piece was unrecoverable, and now lucien’s walking around with 80% of a soul

the first is my belief, honestly, and the only way to get molly back is to shatter lucien in the same way, and hope he still has those repressed memories. the third is what would make molly resurrectable, if you were to kill lucien.

the second, however, is the only thing that really makes sense with molly being “still in there”, and if that 80% of a new soul can manage to wake up from whatever’s going on in lucien’s head, it’s possible!

it would also be pretty symbolically cool bc, while matt changed the blood hunter class a lot recently so it’s no longer a feature (give me back the cool ghostslayer, pls), back when molly was alive, the subtype he was? at high levels he’d get the ability to keep fighting in ghost form after his body fell unconscious, as long as he didn’t die. and i mean fuck if that’s not exactly what he’d be doing here

[justlikebudapestauction]

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Hello látogató! Üdv Budapesten!

Reméljük, hogy nem hitted, hogy kalauz nélkül hagyunk. Szeretnénk, ha letévednél a kijárt útról, hagynád, hogy a lidércfényed vezessen, belemerülnél a város összefércelt történelmébe. 

Megosztjuk itt néhány forrásunkat - lehet, ehhez a hivatalos listához is hozzáadjuk majd őket, ha lesz rá időnk. Először is, ezt ajánljuk, ha általános háttérinformációt keresel Magyarországról; a Központi Statisztikai Hivatal honlapja. A kiadványokat a témák kiválasztásával (pl. igazságszolgáltatás vagy turizmus) szűrheted. 

Ha érdekelnek a részletek, itt van néhány archívum, ami segíthet: itt és itt és itt. Ezeken megtalálhatod például magyar újságok régi kiadásait. 

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Ha érdekelnek még történelmi felvételek, a Filmhíradók Online egy archívum történelmi híradásoknak. Kereshetsz téma alapján, ami segíthet képet kapni az akkori Budapestről. 

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Jó böngészést! 

- A Just Like Budapest Csapata

[sun-critrole]

Predictions for C2E113

Avantika specifically targets Fjord in combat. She’s bitter about how things ended between them, understandably.

Vess hides down in her quarters until combat is over and doesn’t help at all. Alternately, she pokes her head out to fire cheap shots at a couple of ice zombies but she reveals that she is actually pretty badass.

At least one crewmate dies. RIP to that crewmate.

EISELCROSS? FINALLY? The Nein arrive in Eiselcross pls?

Ashley finally starts to roll well. I’m manifesting good rolls for her.

Fjord has a Very Serious Conversation about What The Fuck To Do About His Ex (Jesus I Cant Believe She’s Back And Still Causing Trouble? I’m A Paladin Of The Open Sea And I Can’t Even Step Foot On A Ship Without Being Attacked) TM

Upon arriving in Eiselcross, the Nein discover some previously unencountered being or event which is not in EGTW. Matt pulled out all the stops for TravelerCon, and I expect he has a few more secrets he kept to himself.

I’ll check back after tonight’s episode to see how I did!

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Now I just really want to know what the alternate universe where they went with Essek’s job would look like (and not just because i miss him shhhh) Like, would the TT still show up? Would they still kill Vess (I think probably not)? What would the job even be (probably as vauge as Vess’s job)? Would they travel with Essek or would he still be stuck at his post?

Anyway Matt better give us literally all of the Essek lore in the campaign wrap-up PLS

RIGHT. I love Dagen, so I’m glad they went this way, but I’ve wanted them to take a road trip with Essek for a while, so I’m very jealous of the alternate universe where that happened. I’m wondering if he’s managing excavations into Aeor or something. They have to run into him up there, right????

I do think the Tomb Takers would have still shown up and Vess would probably still end up dead, because Lucien needed that book, but the M9 would have no idea about it, which would have been funnier. Also, a very different level of angst.

[piitou]

Its like we thrive on unfinished business.  — Veth

One of my biggest qualms with the M9 has been their pattern of leaving business unfinished. 

- Fjord, Uk’otoa and keeping the last key that holds him at bay behind a simple magic trick that can be (and was) dispelled. 

- Leaving Dashilla to continue creating storms and crashing ships.

- Bailing out Gustav and not questioning him more even though he was there when Molly joined the circus. There’s a lot of speculation going around that Gustav knew more than he let on. 

- Halas. Just Halas. 

- Defeating Obann and then leaving the Inevitable End just roam around the world despite the fact that she is - and I quote - “ a nightmarish specter, an ancient assassin of Lolth, the Spider Queen (the evil god of deceit, shadows, and spiders)” that was sealed away ever since the Calamity. 

- Leaving the Hag to figure out by herself whether or not she was fooled by cupcakes. She holds the lives of Beau’s family and Veth at her fingertips.

- Outsourcing Caduceus’ family for Reani to take care of and leaving the Clay family to take care of the corruption of the Savalierwood by themselves even though they almost didn’t survive the journey to the Menagerie Coast in the first place. 

- Not seeing Orly and their new ship through the dangerous journey on seas that have literal dragon turtles in them. 

- Befriending Essek and then basically ditching him as soon as teleportation was available for the group even though he most probably has important information about the Cerberus Assembly and Vess DeRogna.

(There might be more that I’m just not currently remembering off the top of my head. Also, I’m mentioning only those things that might have had a chance to be addressed already. Trent, beacons and the Dynasty is also another thing that is unfinished but I feel like it is an on-going issue. Also, honorable mentions to: Yasha’s tribe and wife, someone talk with Beau about her family, Caddy pls call home, and there’s a dragon that said it “knows your scent now”. Just throwing it out there.)

I’m not saying that they should or even could bring a satisfying answer to all of these unfinished issues, but... That’s a lot of unfinished business. At least some of these should be solvable? And I don’t mean that death to all of those who oppose the group is an answer either, and of course, there is so much plot and material that some plot hooks just must be dropped.

Matt is doing a fantastic job of bringing these hanging plot threads back around. But at the same time it might feel a bit soap opera-y when you have all of these other possibilities but then the seemingly finished issues literally crawl their way out of their graves.

I guess what I’m trying to say - I think it’s fantastic that stuff that you left behind is fully able to come back to haunt you later on. But this is a huge amount of huge plot points in the air at the same damn time. I fear that the M9 as a group and also me as a viewer might become overwhelmed with everything that is going on simultaneously. Molly, Eiselcross, Trent, Vess DeRogna and now Avantika. Are we hurrying towards the end of C2? Is that the reason why we need to put the pedal to the metal and speed towards the most glorious story lines, to leave with a bang? 

Sometimes it feels like the M9 are not really aware of how they affect the people around them. They care about people, they stop wars, save children, save villages and persuade evil people to change their ways. But at the same time they drop people so easily, prank temples and petrified people, and let other people handle their messes while they ride into the sunset towards the next goal without looking back. And it is interesting. Morality is not black and white, and C2 has handled that theme well. But at times it leaves a funny taste in my mouth, how they both care and don’t care. How they are ride or die towards each other, except the times they are not. 

And I feel like, recently, there has not been much room to breathe. To look back and reflect on who they are. Are they able to explore that in Eiselcross, in the middle of everything? 

The plot thickens rapidly and I fear that the funny taste in my mouth will turn sour.  

[cadaceus]

C2E117

In the second and final part of this week’s Critical Role Catch Up Binge™, the Mighty Nein...... do many things and all of them are chaotic (as is expected now, I feel like.) There are EVEN MORE exciting things added to the Eiselcross Arc and I really can’t wait to see where it goes from here! My liveblogging is below the cut, as are spoilers :)

- “We had very... fond feelings” Aw, Fjord

- “So you felt for this empty speck?” / “It’s hard to feel contempt for something that doesn’t really matter” LUCIEN IS SO SAVAGE STOP

- Liam using they/them pronouns for Molly makes me very happy  🥺

- “Unfinished business” What unfinished business, Mr The Nonagon sir  👀

- Nine eyes for the nine Betrayer gods.... was this sight somehow given to him by them? Is his ‘destiny’ to release these gods??

- The entire Tomb Takers party saying “Be our guests” in unison is so creepy, I love it

- Yasha going “I’m gonna eat you~” to Spider!Caleb is peak comedy, I love her

- I am cracking up at the fact that Veth is like, Dagen’s one-woman cheer squad over here dfghjdkl DAGEN HYPE CREW ROLL OUT

- Fjord’s face when Jester asks “How are you?” I’m softttt  🥺

- SABIAN IN DARKTOW LMAOOOOO 

- But in all seriousness, I want to meet Sabian so bad, he’s such an important part of Fjord’s backstory and I feel like that confrontation will be so necessary for Fjord to have later on, in order to truly let go and “close past chapters” like he said

- Fjord: “Are we gonna take Vess’s body and tell them she died a long time ago or...?” Dagen, halfway through eating his slice of bug pie: Vess’s what now.

- I feel so bad for Dagen he looks so stressed out dfghjkls

- “Molly drew this card for you, Caleb” pls I hurt

- Yasha’s soft “he did?” when Jester said Molly drew all of them cards... PLS I HURT

- ESSEK IS HERE ESSEK IS HERE ADFGHJKSL JKDGDSJ 

- The way that Sam and Marisha just went feral y’all ME TF TOO

- Lucien, Avantika, and Essek are honestly the holy trinity of fatally attractive antagonistic(?) figures like we got the aesthetics, we got the accents, we got the grey morals, what more do we need, be honest (also the fact that ALL THREE of them are in this arc now!!! Matt Mercer we have to stan) 

- you’re gonna get so peded!

- Laura’s “do WE” and Sam’s imitation of it at 3:17:00 are so funny dfghjkljlf 

- 22 POINTS OF COLD DAMAGE RUH ROH

- Not a TPK please ohmygodfghjklj

- The amount of times Polymorph has come in clutch this campaign is literally so funny I love them

- FJORD GETTING BITTEN BY THE BUNNY FAREWELL BFVDUYAKJF

- The Paladin of the Wildmother always gets attacked by nature poor Fjord!!

- The feral energy coming from the top row after the bunny’s one (1) hit point gets taken away is incredible: 

- THE GLITTER FGHFJKLDK

- Travis: “Oh I actually lost sight of [the glitter] for a bit!” Matt: “...It’s in my hand” THIS ENTIRE ENCOUNTER IS PEAK COMEDY LMAO

- A Full Ashley Johnson Uh Oh ™

- Whenever Matt waves at the end I always wave back despite being alone in my room at 11:30pm on this fine Thanksgiving day dfgdhjkldd

- Critical Role has only been gone one (1) week but I already miss them so much, this is one of the disadvantages to being caught up now is that I can’t just binge watch onto the next episode (unless.... Vox Machina time finally? Who can say  👀)

[potatoesandsunshine]

God I forget that the cobalt soul is a worldwide organisation with how little impact they actually seem to make on the hegemony of the empire lmao it is wild that they don't just wipe out these OVERT FUCKIN SUPER FASCISTS like yeah bottom line pls burn down the assembly, I want more of the pure satisfaction of vess being easily murdered off screen and then her body being dragged around eiselcross like a shitty guide book they found somewhere

if the m9 came back to rexxentrum and the entire thing was just gone i would know peace. cannot describe my euphoria when they went upstairs and vess was just fully dead. it was a moment of pure joy, i didn’t even worry about what they were gonna do about it i was having such a good time.

i know that in the narrative this won’t happen because it doesn’t make sense with the player character storylines and i don’t mind that or anything, but i would just. like it a lot. trent ikithon die offscreen challenge. 

[radramblog]

Every Mono-Black Commander, Part 4: Designed for the Format

In what will be the penultimate edition of this weekly word stream, the cards steadily on average get better, as WoTC realises commander is the most popular format and starts designing specifically for the format. On the other hand, people don’t play lots of these cool and interesting cards because everyone’s obsessed with “multicolour”, the cowards.

Moving on.

Sidis, Undead Vizier (245 decks, 25th most played)

Sidisi is one of those cards I’m surprised sees as much play as it does. Not because it’s bad, but because it seems to belong a lot better in the 99 than in the zone- they’re pretty much just a tutor with a body attached, after all. For a while, though, it was the only commander you could run that was a pure tutor, so if you were into just comboing people out it’s probably not a bad idea.

I think part of the reason I underrate this card is that I always assume it’s 6 mana. And it’s a lot better at 5 than it is at 6. And you can always just sacrifice itself if you really want your commander to just be an overpriced Diabolic Tutor.

 Kothophed, Soul Hoarder (29 decks, 73rd most played)

I actually rate Kothophed a bit higher than I think most do. While as the 2nd of Lilliana’s demons he was obviously a fair bit weaker than the extremely banned Griselbrand, and the only one of the 4 not to be mythic, he does do a couple things really well.

For one, he draws a lot of cards. Things are going to the graveyard all the time, especially in multiplayer, and he makes the artifact/aristocrat decks think twice about popping off. The other is that he’s super cheap, at like 40 cents a pop. And I appreciate that, especially considering some of the cards surrounding him.

 Liliana, Heretical Healer//Liliana, Defiant Necromancer (645 decks, 9th most played)

Baby Lilli herself looks a lot better than Ob Nixilis of the Black Oath as far as Planeswalker commanders goes, and it’s therefore unsurprising that she breaks the top 10. Everybody loves Planeswalkers, lots of people like Lilliana both as a card and a character, and the card that puts her in the zone is quite solid.

What does she do, though? Well, of the 6 Creature->Planeswalker transform cards, she’s one of the three that can theoretically flip the turn you play her without a haste effect (and Nicol Bolas is only on that list by technicality, because that’s a loooot of mana), and it’s not particularly hard to do so considering the colour she’s in. She then protects herself a little with a Zombie token and acts as basically a multiplayer-tuned Lilliana of the Veil, with a bigger number on her plus and minuses that better suit commander. This lets her work quite well for discard decks, reanimator decks, aristocrats decks, zombie decks, and of course, Lilliana decks. She’s just really solid overall, making up somewhat for the fragility of walkers in the format by being cheap and making herself a blocker.

 Drana, Liberator of Malakir (82 decks, 49th most played)

Drana I guess could be used as a tribal or Voltron commander of some description, but to be frank, she’s here for one thing- aggro. Anthem effects are uncommon in black, and Drana just piles on so many counters in such an efficient manner that she kinda makes up for that on her own. I’ve actually never seen anyone piloting a Drana deck (of any of the three Dranas, actually), so I don’t know exactly how effective it is, but putting her at the helm of a stack of tokens or efficient threats just sounds scary. I’m pretty sure she’s only liberating Malakir from its remaining life points.

 Kalitas, Traitor of Ghet (124 decks, 38th most played)

Kalitas seeing this much play…actually frustrates me, seeing as he’s basically just a hate piece. Like yeah, he has another ability, and he makes tokens, but come on. You’re just playing this for the exile clause, and it’s never going to make you any friends. Headcrab Vampire over here doesn’t do anything much if your opponents just wait til he’s off the field to do anything spicy, and in that case, what are you doing with him? Very inefficiently voltronning up? Gaining 3 life? It’s a bit sad. I don’t really like him.

 Gonti, Lord of Luxury (550 decks, 11th most played)

Aww man, they’re not in the top 10 anymore? Fucking Tergrid.

Gonti is another card advantage commander, but everything on them lines up to make both a fun and a powerful effect. They’re not too expensive, and in addition to effectively drawing a card, deathtouch makes them a great way to dissuade attacks from other players. Their ETB not only acts as card selection, but it also gives you access to effects mono-black lacks, silver bullets you don’t play, or just surprise threats that vastly open up your options. They can whiff, sure, but that doesn’t happen especially often.

I’m biased, because my Gonti deck is among my favourite of my 100-card children, but Gonti is just such a fun commander that I don’t even mind the lack of direction they hand you. I run them as grindy valuey control, but they work great as the helm of flicker, theft, and even Aetherborn tribal decks as well. Just a stellar little commander.

 Yahenni, Undying Partisan (306 decks, 21st most played)

Speaking of Aetherborn, Yahenni is also here, and I really appreciate that the two Aetherborn commanders we got are both really cool both in game and in the lore. Shame about most of the rest of the tribe being draft trash. Also, WoTC brought all sorts of old tribes back into the limelight for Commander Legends and the Modern Horizons sets, so where are the new Aetherborn at? Wizards pls.

Yahenni themselves is a pretty interesting commander. Their effects combine into a powerful package more subtle than their flavour text suggests- they not only are a threatening body, as a hasty commander that grows significantly as the game progresses, but they’re also incredibly sticky- a free sacrifice outlet that protects itself from most removal. They’re just a card where all the pieces come together just right, and I appreciate that a lot. One job and that’s aristocrats, but they’re good at it!

 Bontu, the Glorified (59 decks, 57th most played)

When we finally got eyes on the Amonkhet gods, I think Bontu was my least favourite. Like, she’s hard to turn on, and has to be done repeatedly? A 3 mana 4/6 menace is a lot, but not enough to justify that in my opinion. And that activated ability is painfully mediocre.

At this point I like Kefnet less, but that’s just because I’ve cast him a bunch of times and I’m pretty sure he’s done nothing most of those times. Both of them are just kind of shithouse though. I expected more from the Magic equivalent of Set.

 Razaketh, the Foulblooded (74 decks, 54th most played)

The only thing foul about Razaketh is that mana cost. 8 mana, holy shit. But you get paid off for it, don’t ya? A free-ish sac outlet that, oh, also just demonic tutors. If you have an infinite combo in your deck, this’ll get it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Razaketh decks therefore get focussed pretty hard once people recognize the power in the zone. Like, running him as a commander is basically saying “sup once I get to 8 mana y’all are fucked”, and in that case people are going to do all they can to stop you getting to 8 mana, whether by blowing up your rocks or just killing your face and dudes. Perhaps consider an alternate route if you don’t like getting beaten up.

 Spike, Tournament Grinder (N/A)

Aight, this is kinda cheating, but shshshsh it’s fine. Now, I’m not sure exactly how this works in the zone, but I’m just assuming it can get any “spikey” card that fits within your colour identity? Or maybe it’s just anything. Either way, this gets some bonkers shit.

Even if we assume it’s only legal commander cards in identity, Spike can still draw you some funny things. Dark Ritual, Crucible of Worlds, Bitterblossom, Demonic Tutor, Ancient Tomb, and that’s just the first page. If we do include commander-banned cards, then you can also use them as a spicy secret commander for such hits as Griselbrand, Emrakul, or Braids. Overall, they’re definitely fair and balanced. Un-Commanders when.

 Tetzimoc, Primal Death (15 decks, 86th most played)

Oh, Tetzy. I love this stupid stupid card, one that seems to get worse the bigger the decks get. And by that I mean, it’s completely stupid broken in its original draft format, fringe playable in Standard at the time (and by that I mean… I mean I played it), and thoroughly mediocre in Commander. And that’s in the 99, because much like Haakon and Phage he doesn’t work in the zone. He’s a fair bit easier to enable than they are, but it’s for much, much less payoff. Alas poor Tetzimoc.

 Demonlord Belzenlok (110 decks, 41st most played)

The last Lilliana contract demon, and the first Dominaria card of the 6 we got to talk about. Belzenlok’s ability is frustratingly awkward, however- while it will never draw you land, in my experience you’re rarely drawing more than two cards off it, and one is very common. Because the thing is, in order to support the dummy thick cards Belzenlok likes to see, you need a lot of cheap ramp and draw, which he does not like to see. And said ability takes up all the space on his textbox that could be used on other things. He’s basically okay, but I don’t see running this over basically any other demon.

I mean, he’s in my Gonti deck, but that’s besides the point, making a fatty and drawing cards is what that deck’s about.

 Josu Vess, Lich Knight (69 decks, 55th most played)

Lilliana’s dead brother is an army in a can that packs a mean punch- 20 menace power is absolutely nothing to sneeze at- but 10 mana is monstrous. And casting him for 4 is just not worth it, especially since it makes that 10 into 12 next time. With that said, I recall once a Dominaria draft on arena where I used Muldrotha to cast this guy kicked twice in a row, and while this might just be magical Christmas land, getting to reroll this guy repeatedly with Disentomb effects might be spicy. You can just bury people in Zombies, ain’t that fun? I mean, it’s still 10 mana, so that’s a lot, but yknow

I guess you can also sac the tokens to some variety of altar, but that’s boooooring.

 Torgaar, Famine Incarnate (99 decks, 44th most played)

Wait, if it’s Famine Incarnate, why is it an Avatar instead of an Incarnation?

I’m woefully unfamiliar with Torgaar, but it seems like a relatively effective general. It hits that 7 mark for a three-hit commander damage kill, while being able to cost as little as two mana, which is enough on its own- but  that chunky power also helps with that second ability, setting someone to 20, assuming other people are willing to help pick up the slack. Fuck your infinite life combo, back down to the ground with the rest of us.

Honestly, this guy just looks really fun. It’s nice that in a pinch you can just have them gain you up to 19 life (or more I guess if you’re Platinum Angel-ing), and they don’t seem broken enough to garner hate. Not bad, potentially underrated.

 Urguros, the Empty One (29 decks, 73rd most played)

On the other hand, I’m not sure why you’d pick this of all cards to head your deck. Looking at it, though, it’s mostly just Spectre tribal, which makes sense to me. Don’t think there’s another Legendary Spectre outside of changelings, though that would at least get you Blazing Spectre.

Shoutouts for Spectre being one of the words with different spelling in America that people don’t know about as well.

Urguros is not a powerful commander. They’re slow and their effect is weak. But if you’re running them, you don’t care about power, you care about creature type, and that’s fine too.

 Whisper, Blood Liturgist (150 decks, 33rd most played)

Oh, ok. blood liturgist.

Jokes aside, Whisper is more popular than I would have expected. Considering they’re basically reverse Victimize, I’m surprised that people are so into them when that card exists.

Ohh, wait, there’s probably a bunch of infinites with this and Thornbite Staff, huh. Yeahhh, that scans. Though even outside of combo bullshit, I bet they get a bunch of fun value stuff with army-in-a-can-type creatures like Abhorrent Overlord and Sengir Autocrat. Shame about the stats.

 Yargle, Glutton of Urborg (208 decks, 27th most played)

A literal vanilla creature, Yargle has overcome the odds to bargle into the hearts of many. The undeniable Best Frog Commander (Gitrog players do not interact), Yargle has clearly captured as many hearts as he’s eaten, considering he got his own Secret Lair filled with cards he can’t really play. His bit in the lore was also kind of hilarious, nearly killing all the protagonists until Muldrotha deus-ex-mythic rare-d him out of there.

The thing is, Yargle is not even that bad aside from the meme. He might be literally vanilla, butt he has 9 fucking power for 5 mana. He’s probably one of the cheapest creatures that breaches the 3-hit rule, and only needs 2 more to get down to 2. And 2 power isn’t super hard. Strap this bad boy with a sword or two and you can just gettem. Let alone the fact that he one-shots things with Tainted Strike. Or Grafted Exoskeleton. Or just about anything plus Fireshrieker. Unironically one of Mono-Black’s best Voltron options.

 Isareth the Awakener (30 decks, 70th most played)

Skipping the Battlebond cards because…who plays Virtus or Regna solo… brings us to the painfully mediocre Isareth. A 3 mana 3/3 that lets you cast one thing from your yard, and only if she risks her own life. And you still have to pay for the reanimate. And it gets the exile clause as well. Man, this was the same cycle as Goreclaw and Sai, too. Hell, I even like Lena more after I designed a deck around her. This just sucks. Like, I cannot imagine playing this over Chainer or something.

 The Haunt of Hightower (168 decks, 31st most played)

Speaking of Voltron, this Buy-a-Box exclusive is basically a self-sufficient beast of a flyer. Cards go into opponent’s graveyards all the time, and one mass mill effect makes this thing get huge fast as fuck. Add in lifelink so it keeps you going and all it’s really missing is the ability to protect itself, and there’re equipment for that.

On the other hand, it’s 6 mana and a 3/3 base, so if you aren’t able to get things in bins (or if a Rest in Peace/Leyline of the Void is out) it basically isn’t doing anything. And Flying is a much worse keyword in commander than one would think, being probably the most common Evasion mechanic. But I think this haunty boy is still solid.

 God-Eternal Bontu (81 decks, 48th most played)

If only the rest of us could age so gracefully. Er, die so gracefully, I guess. Zombie Set is kind of a beating, turning all sorts of useless shash into pure cash. And she can go to your deck if the zone is getting too costly, and she’s a cool crocodile zombie god.

Unfortunately, she does suffer from being an ETB-effect commander, which always feels a bit more mid than I’d like- they do their thing and then just…sit there… and unlike Gonti she doesn’t deter attacks that well. She does attack pretty alright herself, but it’s only 5 power and can’t even trade with two 3/3s. And it’s harder to fuel this all-or-nothing kind of ability repeatedly. There are a few (crocodile?) rocks to use, as well as chump creatures that crave death, but fill your deck with those and that’s all you’ll draw. It’s…fine. She’s fine.

 Massacre Girl (285 decks, 22nd most played)

The final card under the magnifying glass today, and probably still the best boardwipe/commander combo. Massacre Girl basically just kills everything, provided things aren’t too massive and there’s fodder around to bite the dust first. If anyone played Hearthstone back when I did, she’s basically a way, way better Defile.

Wait, that’s also a Magic name now isn’t it, shit.

I still think the notorious M.G. goes better in the deck than the zone, but I suppose control decks would appreciate having one of the things they crave most- board clears- available at a moment’s notice. And if you’re building around her, then you can fill your deck with the fodder that fuels her best. But I’m not sure where you win from there.

Ehhh, probably just Revel in Riches.

This brings us to the end of this edition of Black Commanders, and to the start of 2019. Which means the remaining 21 cards all came out in the last 2.5 years, which speaks a lot to how much they were designing cards for commander, and how many sets they’ve been coming out with. Until then.

[nochiquinn]

campaign 2 episode 112: ice zombies. zomboni. is that anything? it’s 2 am I’m tired

someone purchase me the cloak and/or give me $75 jester pls message molly JESTER PLS MESSAGE MOLLY no let jester message molly I got distracted catching up on the intro changes, now I'm crying what is THAT mala: this is not where i expected us to be emotionally 10 minutes after Molly vision yasha your ashley is showing what do we say what do we do captain my captain "rockadoodle" no "caleb stops talking to them" cad buying souvieners. souveniers. "FjoRD I waNT mY PrETTy THInGS!" s a m doc scatch heeeey it's me gaaaary vess is the final boss, she creates chairs vess sounds increasingly like she got taken for a ride and is blustering about how stupid the tomb takers are to cover liam dies in the parking lot did they not dunk on each other for two weeks? don't they have a group chat? why are they having to do all this on camera, allow them some dignity (don't, I love it) yeza: "he's just a little young" jester: fuckin squares there were only two beds jester you broke yasha just push all the beds together someone rescue travis I am no longer listening, the secondhand embarrassment has taken me also marisha "seven charisma~" yeza :( "don't just go killing people because they were mean!" "please don't psychologically torture my husband" oh god there are TABLES now welp she's dead see sam this is why we don't try to do a bit you could see matt considering his word choice and eventually deciding "fuck it, she'll say it if I don't" "frozen deadwood" don't make me crave more deadwood (too late, I always want more deadwood) "oh that's weird coming from me" liam "that sign won't stop me because I can't read" oat of the sea message him, MESSAGE HIM rip matt's voice fiiiiive frozen cooorpses where do we go what do we see captain my captain "'cause I hate Stephen King novels" this is two magical items jester has used on pastries I love how caleb doesn't try to chase her off or shut her down. just "are the marshmallows hamsters". it's v sweet and comfortable and I love it ICE CLICKERS MATT IT IS 1:45 AM augh styrofoam on mic I cannot be held responsible if I fall asleep growth.jpg mala: the real growth is Yasha not getting mind controlled why do we keep letting fjord go on the water from now on fjord goes in the bag of holding "we have business elsewhere" "no!"

[bowlegsandbiceps]

Suptober Day 4: Daydream

Technically

Explicit / Case!Fic - Djinn / Destiel / 6,130 words

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This is Dean Winchester. Leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone.

Castiel sat behind the wheel of the Continental and sighed, his head falling back against the rest as he swallowed thickly. “Hello, Dean. Just wanted to check-in. I’m in-“ Castiel leaned forward, peering at the flag pole in front of the police station and tried to remember if the yellow flag with the red sun was New Mexico or Arizona, “-New Mexico now, still following that trail of disappearances. All indicators are pointing to a Djinn, possibly many of them.”

Castiel closed his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he hooked his elbows over the steering wheel. “Dean, there’s something I need to tell you. Well, I did tell you, but it turned out you’d been transported into that animation with the talking dog, and then I was also-“ Castiel dropped his forehead to his forearm and sighed. “When I got the fruit from the Tree of Life, the tree was guarded by a pack of Djinn. I killed most of them and managed to bargain with the rest. I think… I ended up married to their queen.” Castiel winced. “Technically. Uh, given that revelation, I might require your assistance when I’ve located them. I’ll keep you abreast of the situation. Give Sam my regards.”

Castiel felt his stomach churn, wishing he’d just hung up. He’d wanted to tell Dean in person or at least in real-time. Dean hated deals. Especially hated when Castiel made them without consulting him first, which Castiel never did, so they seemed to be frequently at odds these days. Castiel shook his head and leaned back again, fingers twisting around the wheel. Dean wouldn’t be mad. He’d probably think it was hilarious that Castiel ended up King of a monster clan. Technically.

#

This is my voicemail. Please make your voice… a mail.

Dean rolled his eyes as the tone sounded, dragging his feet against concrete as he wandered around the end of a table.

“Cas. It’s Dean, technically returning your call,” Dean chuckled to himself before he became momentarily distracted by Sam coming out of the kitchen with a plate and licked his lips. “Uh, I don’t remember you talking about any Djinn wedding. Technically or otherwise.” Dean made his way over, Sam giving a bewildered look of concern. Dean waved him off, snatching a cracker from the plate and examining it. “Sam’s hurt he wasn’t invited.” Sam glared at him. He popped the cracker into his mouth but stopped mid-chew to make a disgusted face.  “Ugh, how did they manage to fuck up a cracker? Anyway, call us back with details. We’ll check out the lore in the meantime.”

“Djinn wedding?” Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow as Dean wrinkled his nose regarding the hummus and almond crackers on his plate.

“Cas apparently bartered his maidenhood for that fruit that opened the portal to Apocalypse World.” Dean lifted his hands and made air quotes. “Technically”

Both of Sam’s eyebrows lifted as he blinked at his brother. “Are... are you okay?”

Dean’s face shifted in confusion, “Me? Ye-ah… Did you mean him?”

“No. Well, yeah. I mean, of course, but...”

“But what?” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and shot him a critical look.

“You...” Sam pressed his lips together and then heaved a sigh, his shoulders sagging. “I know how you are about Cas.”

Dean’s arms tightened. “And how is that?”

Sam blinked. Dean blinked back and Sam’s lips twitched trying to hide a smile. “Technically?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Protective.”

Dean snorted, arms falling back to his sides. “Yeah, of him and everyone else. Whatever, we need to research monster divorces. Let’s go.”

#

This is Sam Winchester’s voicemail. Leave a message at the beep.

Castiel tugged at his tie, loosening it around his neck as he dropped his keys on the dresser. He pressed his lips together in frustration as the tone sounded.

“Sam, hello. It’s Cas.” He heaved a sigh. “I called your brother but haven’t heard back…” Castiel checked his pockets, wondering suddenly if he’d called from his main phone or one of the others. He shook his head. “Uh, I’ve narrowed the location of the clan down to a cave system on federal land. I have an appointment to tour the cavern that’s open to the public this afternoon, but the system covers over 200 miles, most of which is unexplored. They could be anywhere.” Cas heaved another sigh. “I… I think the queen is with them.” Cas ran a hand down his face. “Hope you’re well.”

Castiel brought the phone from his ear, looking at it for a moment before he ended the call, and as he set it down, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked haggard, deep circles under his eyes, and he knew he needed to get more sleep. He looked at the bed, contemplating.

Castiel started to dream of the Djinn Queen shortly after arriving in New Mexico. Dreaming was still new and unsettling to him; the fact that his human mind could conjure sights and smells…feel touch in such vivid clarity only for it all to be imagination was difficult to fathom. A certain part of him, the one that still remembered being a full-fledged angel, that witnessed God imagine entire ecosystems into existence, feared the power of such episodes. Could he, fallen angel that he was with barely a speck of grace left, unwittingly dream horror into existence? Or, perhaps more terrifying to him, a deeply buried desire?

Ultimately his fatigue won out, and Castiel was asleep before his head hit the mattress. He found himself in the passenger seat of the Impala as she cut through the black night, the only things visible the quarter-mile of road in her high beams and what little of the interior was illuminated by the dashboard glow. Dean had one wrist hanging over the wheel, his arm resting on the seatback, fingertips so close to Cas’ shoulder he could almost feel the heat of them. He was singing along to the radio with a level of comfort Castiel only ever saw from him when he was drunk but with none of the additional camp.

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do? I can take you higher…

Dean’s smooth baritone was dark and rich over the non-lexical vocals before adding a bit of growl. I’m on fire.

Green eyes met Cas’ full-on, Dean’s face haunting in the low light, and Cas felt his stomach bottom out. One hand still on the wheel, Dean’s other finally moved to his shoulder, and Dean was leaning over, the car impossibly staying on the road straight as an arrow. Cas felt the heat of Dean’s breath against his lips, his vessel’s heart slamming into his rib cage, and just as they were about to connect, Dean began to dissolve, turning to wisps of smoke that swirled with the darkness.

Cas squinted, blinking as black lightened to purple, and out of the fog walked a woman, willow limbed and dark, golden tattoos glittering on terra cotta skin. Her inky black hair was covered in a golden scarf, the plait falling over her shoulder down to her waist, body wrapped in silks. Castiel swallowed hard, feeling a prickling sense of danger as he looked into her large almond eyes.

“Castiel.”

Her voice was a whisper or maybe an echo. It tickled his ears, and he found himself frozen and unable to move as her hand lifted, palm pressing directly over his heart.

Castiel woke with a gasp, body rising into a sitting position on sheer adrenaline alone. He looked around, disoriented, taking in the mystery stains on the carpet and the cracks in the plaster. He breathed in and out slow with eyes closed until he once again felt grounded.

#

You have reached the voicemail box of: I don’t understand. Why… why do you want me to say my name?

Sam snorted a laugh as the beep sounded, glancing over his shoulder at Dean, who was squinting at a shelf of books, fingers skimming spines.

“Hey Cas, it’s Sam. Sorry, I missed you; uh, sounds like you could use that help now, buddy. Send your coordinates, and we’ll get out there. Dean says hi.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean grumbled, waving a hand at Sam who’d held his phone out to Dean, and Sam laughed.

“Call us back, man. Bye.”

“Can you believe he married some monster queen to get that wackadoo fruit?” Dean’s eyes lit up as he found the title he was looking for and pulled it from the shelf.

“Since the fruit was for you, yeah, I can.” It was muttered under Sam’s breath, so he wasn’t surprised when Dean squinted at him and brought two fingers up to touch his earlobe. “Nothing. Yeah, Cas, King of the Djinn. Who’dduh thunk?”

#

You’ve reached C- uh… Steve’s voicemail. Pl-please, call me back. I mean, I’ll leave you a message. Wait…

“Yeah, okay, Steve. It’s Dean. I dunno if you still check this number but… uh, I know we’ve been playing phone tag for a bit, but you’ve technically been It for a while now, which… you probably have no idea what I’m talking about… see ‘It’ is a game of- you know what? Just call me back.”

#

This is Dean’s other, other cell so, you must know what to do.

“Dean. It’s me. I believe I’ve located my- the clan. Does the lore mention anything about Dreamwalking? My vess- I’m very tired. I’m going to try Sam.”

#

Hey, Sam can’t come to the phone right now because he’s waxing, like everything, but leave a message and- Dude, what are you doing with my phone? Dean! Come on!

“Sam, it’s Castiel. As I told Dean’s mailbox, I believe I’ve located m- the clan of Djinn. A guide from the cave tour helped me narrow down the options, and I’ve spent the afternoon- It doesn’t matter; I’ve determined it’s one of two locations, though, which is anyone’s guess. Let me know when you’re on your way and I’ll text you coordinates. I need- I’m going to lay down. I’ve put a chair in front of the door in case I sleepwalk again.”

#

This is Agent Beyonce with the FBI. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I will return your call.

“Jesus, Cas you gotta quit with… never mind. I texted you when we left but, uh we’re crossing the state line into Oklahoma now. Seriously, pick up. Your messages were weird even for you… Sam’s starting to worry… You know how he is, the big dumb moose. Anyway, send your coordinates and let us know you didn’t go off and do something stupid.”

#

This is my voicemail. Please make your voice… a mail.

“Hey, Cas, it’s Sam. We just crossed into New Mexico, and we still haven’t heard from you. Only two national parks here, so I guess we’ll just hit Carlsbad first unless we hear from you… Uh, call one of us back, okay? Dean’s… freakin’ out. See you soon, buddy.

#

You have reached the voicemail box of: I don’t understand. Why… why do you want me to say my name?

“CAS! Where the hell are you, man? If you’ve just fucked off to Heaven or some shit and are not actually in danger I’m going to technically kick your ass. ”

#

This is Agent Beyonce with the FBI. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I will return your call.

“I swear to god Cas if you make me ask Rowena for help I will fucking… ugh.”

#

This is my voicemail. Please make your voice… a mail.

Voicemail box is full.

#

You have reached the voicemail box of: I don’t understand. Why… why do you want me to say my name?

Voicemail box is full.

#

This is Agent Beyonce with the FBI. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I will return your call.

Voicemail box is full.

#

This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message. If this is about the Lincoln Continental, text me your coordinates.

“Hello, Dean, I got your message about our sweet angel and that is just awful! I am beside myself with worry for the poor lad. I would love to help you find him but I am just completely covered up at the moment trying to work out this convunctionation spell and, well, you know how tricky those are even with the Book of the Damned at your disposal. If I could just get a wee peek at the Book, I could wrap this up and work out a triangulation on our dear Castiel post haste! Oh and please tell Samuel I said hello. I miss our chats…”

#

“I still don’t think we should have given her the conjunctivitis spell,” Dean grumbled, wiping sweat from his upper lip, thighs burning as they trudged through the sand.

“It’s convunc- it doesn’t matter.” Sam huffed, making a disgruntled face as he pushed the damp hair from his forehead. “Ugh It’s gotta be a hundred and ten out here.”

Dean snorted, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “At least. I got swamp ass like you would not believe.”

“Gross, dude.”

“Oh, what like you don’t?” Dean gave him a look, and Sam pressed his lips together in his version of bitchface that indicated he was trying to avoid Dean calling him out on his bitchface. “How much farther?”

Sam looked down at his phone, the red dot that was them a mere blip away from the green dot of their location. “Another mile. Dean, are you… do you think I should go in first? A-alone.”

Dean gave him a look that implied he was taking strong consideration into poking him with the silver knife in his hand. “No?”

Sam sighed. “I mean, the… the lore was pretty explicit. If we interrupt the mating ritual-”

“Not gonna happen. Cas can’t get laid to save his life.”

Sam opened his mouth to remind him of April but closed it again, thinking better of it. “I’m just saying. Given… you know… the tension between you guys-”

“Tension? What tension?” Dean’s face screwed up in annoyance, and Sam merely blinked at him, his lips a thin, unimpressed line. “Look, it’s not like I ain’t walked in on anyone mid-bone before.” Dean snorted and threw a hand at him. “I’ve walked in on you mid-bone more times than-”

“Alright, alright,” Sam adjusted the pack on his shoulder and tried to ignore the heat crawling up his neck.

“I still don’t get why you get so embarrassed about it.”

“Because you always start cheering as soon as you realize what’s happening, Dean!” Sam snapped, his voice rising an octave, and Dean sniggered, throwing an arm around his brother.

“Well, it always looks like you could use the encouragement.”

#

Castiel stood naked, feet shoulder-width apart and arms at his sides with his palms facing forward and tried very hard to pretend he was somewhere else. Four female Djinn all equally naked surrounded him, the tattoos that covered every inch of their loose and sagging skin faded to a dull green. Each elder wielded a brush, and the sensation of horsehair bristles on different parts of him - right foot, the outside of his left thigh, between his shoulder blades and around his navel - all at once disoriented him.

He’d been standing for hours, maybe days, clothed at first as the Djinn Queen heard arguments from challengers to his reign. Luckily only two had been found worthy, and the fight to the death was swift with each. Djinn had no head for battle and Castiel, while not exactly thrilled that he’d played an active part in winning the Djinn Queen, was happy to at least live another day to give Dean and Sam a chance to rescue him.

A brush tickled at the back of his knee, and he jerked, the movement prompting a guard to send a pulse of blue light into his lower back.

#

Cas’ eyes snapped open as a shrill scream pierced his consciousness. He blinked in the blue light of a laptop screen where a girl hung from a meathook. Just as a chainsaw started up, a hand slid up to hit the spacebar, the thing wearing a mask of human skin frozen on the screen. An arm around his shoulders tugged him in tighter.

“d’I lose ya there, buddy?”

Castiel twisted his neck to look up, and sparkling green eyes struck him dumb, the fond smile gracing Dean’s lips like none Castiel had ever seen before. His eyes tracked the movement as Dean leaned in, Cas’ eyes crossing as plush lips pressed to his hairline, then between his eyes, then the tip of his nose, and before Castiel even knew what was happening, he felt a finger hook under his chin, tilting his head up just a fraction more, and those lips were on his.

He felt a surge of energy crackle along his skin though he remained motionless, and he felt Dean’s smile as the lights around them flickered. “Easy tiger.”

Castiel could only blink as Dean reached to close the laptop, leaning over the side of the bed to place it on the floor before coming back in with both hands, taking Castiel’s face and holding it with such reverence as his eyes searched Castiel’s. His brow creased.

“You okay?”

Castiel’s eyelids fluttered as Dean’s thumbs smudged his cheekbones, a tender gesture meant to soothe before one stretched to smooth the crinkle in his brow, and Castiel could only nod. He felt… amazing. Warm and clean and… powerful. The lights flickered again as he reached out with his grace, feeling his wings twitch and spread. Dean’s face smoothed to awe as his eyes flicked over Cas’ shoulder and back again. Dean’s mouth snapped shut, lips puckering as if trying to hold in a laugh, but he ultimately failed, snorting a bit as his face broke into a wide grin. Castiel felt his own lips part as a smile tugged at the corners.

“Quit.” Dean reached to pinch at Castiel’s nipple through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, and Cas’ back arched. Dean grinned harder. “Not that I don’t appreciate the mating dance, but it’s hell on the wiring. Let’s just get down to business, hmm?” Dean was smiling right until their lips met and…

#

Sharp pain in the back of his head brought Castiel back to reality, and he realized he was on his knees, hands braced against the stone floor. The Elders flocked to him then, screeching and swatting at the young guard who was being dragged back by another. Their shouts were a cacophony in his head though they made no sound. He hadn’t been able to hear them before now, only the queen.

He looked down at himself as the old females hooked arms under his elbows, urging him back up to his feet, and saw that every inch of his skin was covered in golden ink, like an elaborate henna tattoo. He recognized the shapes on his arms, seeing similar on his Qu- the queen. He wondered how long he’d been out and what’d they’d done to him during that time.

Castiel winced as a booming voice, echoed in his head. “The time has come. Her majesty Queen Raisa approaches to claim her consort!”

Castiel looked up and, at the entrance of the cave, saw the silhouette of a figure and was struck dumb by the beauty of her. She seemed to glide toward him, the maids that flanked her sides, casting juniper blossoms at her feet as she made her way towards him, the thin shift of white silk doing little to hide the shape of her body. Her black hair hung down her back in shining waves, framed her heart-shaped face, and he found his arms reaching out to her, fingers grappling as she came within arms reach. Her hand caught his, palm soft in his own.

A flash of a dream or maybe a memory hit his mind like a discordant note - warm skin against his, hands traveling over the flat planes and hard muscles of a back, the scrape of stubble against his neck - and then it was gone. Castiel blinked hard, the face of his queen coming into focus once again, and she blinked, her tender brow wrinkling ever so slightly. Castiel brought his hands up to hold her face, thumbs smoothing away her worry. The gesture… it felt… familiar, but not as if he’d done it before as if it’d been done to him.

“Get away from him!”

The echo of a voice against the stone walls nearly brought Castiel to his knees after what felt to him like an eternity of physical silence. Gunshots boomed, and Castiel wanted to reach for his queen but felt as if his ears were bleeding. She had ahold of him, her head turned towards the entrance of the cave while her hands wrapped around his elbows to keep him from sinking to the ground.

It was too bright, Castiel’s eyes watering as he tried to look past her and saw Dean hurtling towards them at full tilt, knife raised. His queen’s attention begged for his own, and he obeyed, eyes moving to hold hers as Dean took a flying leap from the cavern floor up onto the dais.

Castiel wanted to shout, to warn, or stand to protect, but his queen held him steady, her dark eyes conveying the silent request to stay still, and he gladly complied, though anxiety prickled along his skin. Dean appeared over her shoulder, glowing at the edges just like when he’d found him in Hell, so very bright Castiel had to squint. The Djinn Queen turned just as Dean was about to bring the blood-soaked silver knife down, and Castiel felt her grip slide down to his wrist, thumb aligning with his pulse point as her other hand caught Dean in the same place. Blue light engulfed all three.

#

Dean was pressing kisses down the center of his chest, Castiel’s eyes blinking at the cracks in the ceiling, so he was unprepared for the wet warmth of Dean’s mouth around the tip of his cock. He nearly arched completely off the bed, wide blue eyes crashing into lustful green before they skittered away. Dean’s hand came up to grip him, a steadying gesture as he licked his lips before taking him in again, this time sucking him in deeper, the flat of his velvet tongue pressing and rolling firmly against the sensitive spot beneath the head.

Castiel’s eyes rolled back, hand reaching to thread into too-short hair, dull nails scratching at Dean’s scalp when he couldn’t hold on. He was lost in the pleasure of it, Dean’s hands moving to run over his thighs as his mouth dropped all the way down. His own cry of ecstasy startled him, almost choking on it, and Dean’s mouth was suddenly gone.

Cas opened his eyes, feeling the mattress depress on either side of his legs at different intervals before Dean’s knees sunk into the sheets on either side of his hips. Castiel was mesmerized by him, miles of tanned, freckled skin, the muscles of his thighs bulging as he kneeled over him, one hand jerking himself lazily. Castiel watched Dean savor it, wetting his perfectly pink lips before biting the bottom one when he added a twist of his wrist at the end.

Castiel knocked Dean’s hand away, jealousy and lust mixing together as his own hand closed around Dean, watching the younger man’s head tip back, mouth opening in a silent ‘O’ of pleasure. Dean rocked into Cas’ fist, one hand reaching to run his fingertips over his own collarbone before flattening his palm against his chest and letting it slide down.

Cas watched as that hand disappeared over Dean’s hip to reach behind, the shadow of it falling between his legs, and Castiel’s mouth went dry, watching the roll of Dean’s shoulder and hearing his sharp gasp as he penetrated himself with his own fingers. Cas let go of Dean’s dick, reaching to grip his thighs hard, and Dean’s head fell back with a low moan, hips rocking against his own hand, quads tensing back against Castiel’s fingertips.

“I’m ready.”

Dean’s whisper was breathless as his fingers slipped out, one hand planting on Castiel’s chest as his other found Cas’ dick and positioned it at his entrance. A pulse of worry flashed through Cas but as Dean rubbed against him, teasing his hole with the tip of Cas’ cock, Castiel felt something flex inside him, and Dean gasped again. Suddenly the friction was slick and sloppy instead of damp and teasing.

“How’d you-“ Dean’s question was strangled off in a moan when the head of Castiel’s dick slipped in easily, almost on accident, and neither could form a coherent thought as Dean gave in to gravity and lust, sliding down to sit flush against Cas’ lap.

Castiel gulped in great lungfuls of air, the tight warmth around his cock, sending shivers across his skin and pulses of want tugging in his balls as the lights flickered again. His hands closed over Dean’s hips, a grounding touch and Dean’s head tipped forward, pupils blown wide with lust. Castiel’s shoulder blades flexed against the mattress, the flutter of wings sounding around them as Dean’s palms flattened against Castiel’s chest. He leaned forward, brow crinkling as Cas slipped out of him slow before his expression melted into absolute bliss, head tipping back as he rolled his hips back, taking him in once again.

Cas watched, pleasure coursing through him while Dean concentrated on the feeling of it all, eyes closed as he began to rock steadily, settling into a grinding rhythm that searched for more. He found it after a moment, a shift of his weight, and suddenly his fingertips were pressing into Castiel’s skin hard enough to bruise, a guttural sound coming from Dean’s chest. His hips sped, lifting and lowering so that the slap of skin against skin harmonized with their labored breathing and heady moans.

Cas gathered Dean’s dick in his hand, feeling its weight before squeezing, reveling in the feeling of hot suede skin over rigid steel. Dean’s moans heightened to sharp whines, bouncing harder against Castiel’s lap. Castiel watched his face with laser focus, seeing how the swipe of his thumb against the head made all the muscles in Dean’s abs tense, and his ass clench down on him hard.

“Cas…” Dean gulped, wetting dry lips, his tone breathless and absolutely wrecked. “Cas… fuck you’re gonna make me come.”

Castiel suddenly wanted Nothing more, feeling his shoulders lift as his wings stretched, the lights blinking on and off as he tightened his grip, jerking harder while his other hand guided Dean’s hips to move faster. Dean’s fingers were curling into claws, the bite of his nails leaving half-moons in Cas’ skin, his belly tightening and releasing as the wave built higher. Castiel’s hand left Dean’s hip, fingers reaching, and when they grazed the stubble of Dean’s jaw, green eyes met blue, and suddenly Castiel’s pleasure was right there at the surface, ready to explode.

Dean came with a wail that lit Castiel’s orgasm on fire, his hips canting up to chase the clench of Dean’s ass as he came, thick and hot over Castiel’s hand. Castiel’s head dug back into the pillow, a deep moan rumbling from his chest as the bedside lamps blew, shattered glass echoed by the burst of the bulbs in the hall outside the room, one after the other.

Dean was still keening high in his throat, hands pawing weakly at Castiel’s chest, and Cas could feel Dean’s thighs trembling under his own weight. Castiel reached up again, fingers brushing a cheek, and Dean turned his head into the touch, lips brushing Castiel’s palm before it fell to land on Dean’s bicep.

#

A melodic yell shattered the fantasy into pieces, Castiel blinking hard and finding he had one hand still gripped around the Djinn Queen’s elbow as she held his. His other hand was gripped around Dean’s elbow and Dean’s around his. The Djinn Queen’s other arm held Dean as she held Castiel.

Why didn’t you say that you belonged to another?

The Djinn Queen’s voice rippled through Castiel’s consciousness, and he blinked up at her, instinctively curling away, but there was no malice in her words or her face, just a sad curiosity.

I don’t, my queen. Dean is… Castiel looked over at Dean, who was looking right back, face pale and eyes wide. Technically, we share a profound bond.”

Dean’s thoughts broke in. Technically nothin’ he saved me. In Hell, he found me and brought me home. A whisper of I need him and he’s mine chanted as an undercurrent, muffled but earnest as if trying to break the surface.

Castiel’s jaw clenched as his chest swelled, and he knew that if he’d had any grace left in his body, his wings would have flared with pride.

I release you from your contract.

Dean and Castiel collapsed into each other when the Djinn Queen released them both, heads knocking together hard. Dean cursed as Castiel winced, peering up at the queen. Surely it wasn’t that simple. Her lips tipped up, the golden tattoos on her face shimmering with her amusement.

I am not one to tamper with a soul bond.

“A what now?” Dean squinted, rubbing at his head as Castiel’s brow creased in confusion.

When I touched you both, your deepest desire was the same. Your dreamscape merged and… Castiel wasn’t sure if Djinns could blush, but the queen very much looked like she wanted to. …I’ve never seen two souls connect so seamlessly..

“I don’t have a soul.” Castiel’s head tipped to the side, eyes squinting.

“Lady, that was private,” Dean ground out through gritted teeth, and Castiel looked over to find his face tomato red, hand trembling where it held on to Cas’ elbow.

Of course. The queen inclined her head and returned her gaze to Castiel again. Your grace, then.” Her dark eyes narrowed, peering into his eyes. “Though, technically, there isn’t much left.

“Again with the ‘technically,’” Dean snorted under his breath and Castiel gave him a sharp look while the Queen frowned and ultimately decided to move on without comment.

I only ask that you allow myself and my people to leave here unscathed, and should I call upon you again in the future, you’ll lend me aid.

Castiel glanced at Dean, who gazed back, eyes tight with his mouth turned down. Dean didn’t like deals. Castiel pressed his lips together and turned his gaze back to the queen.

I find your terms agreeable.

Dead grumbled under his breath but Castiel gave his elbow a squeeze and he silenced. The queen smiled softly, and Castiel found himself smiling back. She really was very lovely. You’re free to go. She nodded her head towards the entrance, and Castiel watched as the crowd parted, leaving the way to the mouth of the cave clear.

Dean and Castiel leaned against each other to get to their feet, each giving a respectful nod of their head to the Djinn Queen before turning to step down from the dais on wobbly legs. Sam stood off to the side, looking awkward and a little confused, but one sharp look from Dean had him scurrying over, falling into step behind them as they walked slowly towards freedom, the eyes of the other Djinn weighing heavy on them until they stepped into the twilight chill.

The sun was nearly gone, and Castiel shivered hard, feet sinking into white sand. Sam shucked out of his flannel and draped it around Cas’ shoulders, the hem hanging just far enough to make him decent. They were silent on the nearly two-mile trek back to the car. Sam falling back behind the other two under the guise of protecting their backs but really more of an effort to give them space. Neither seemed to notice that they were still attached to each other, hands clasped at elbows, wrist to wrist, forearms aligned even as they struggled across the sand.

Dean gave a sharp whistle as they approached the car, and Sam looked up, hand raising on instinct to catch the keys as they sailed over to him. Dean opened the back passenger door, helping Cas into the backseat while Sam grabbed some old army blankets from the trunk. Dean laid the blanket across half the seat and encouraged Cas to move onto it before spreading it across the other half as well. Sam was surprised when Dean crawled in after him.

“Sammy get the door.”

Sam did as he was bid, shaking his head as he rounded the car to climb into the driver’s seat. He made a show of adjusting the mirrors to watch his brother help Cas thread his arms through the flannel around his shoulders before shucking out of his own and draping it across Cas’ chest. Castiel’s head dipped, nose burying in the collar while Dean was distracted by shaking out another blanket, tossing it around him, bundling him up before wrapping a protective arm around his shoulder.

“You warm enough?” Dean’s low murmur was more vibration than sound, and Castiel nodded though his teeth still chattered. Dean pulled him closer, tucking his head against his neck and Castiel’s eyes closed, muscles unfurling for the first time in what felt like weeks as he slumped into the warmth of Dean’s body.

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel’s nose brushed Dean’s pulse point.

Dean adjusted his neck so that his chin rested atop Castiel’s head as he let his body slide sideways to wedge himself in the corner where the seatback met the door, knees spreading wide. In one sinuous motion, Dean guided Cas to turn, shifting his body across his lap so that his hips rested between Dean’s thighs and he was able to curl completely into Dean’s chest, Dean’s arms circling him completely in a bearhug bundle that made Sam feel like he was intruding on something intimate. He cleared his throat as he fired up the engine.

They were quiet as the Impala trundled through the sand, Dean’s jaw resting against Cas’ temple, eyes staring unseeing out the window at the sand that almost looked like it was glowing in the moonlight. Castiel, relaxed but awake, focused on the kick drum of Dean’s heartbeat and the novelty of being held.

They were halfway to Carlsbad when Dean finally spoke. “Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“What… what was the ritual again? The…” Dean gestured, and Sam tucked his chin down, eyes returning to the road.

“Uh, well the consort is cleansed and adorned by the elders…”

Dean looked down, and Cas turned his face up to him, the lights of passing cars making the golden patterns on his face shimmer. Dean’s lips twitched. “Check.”

“Then the queen comes in with her maids and accepts the consort’s offering, which if he’s…er… it’s a species they can feed on, that’s usually the offering.” Sam shifted in his seat.

“And that’s it?” Dean’s eyes were narrowed in the rearview, and Sam pressed his lips together.

“Then the queen enters the consort’s dreamscape to assess his deepest desire and if she’s satisfied with what she finds, she allows him to enter hers and when they resurface they’re married.”

Sam winced, feeling his shoulders bunch up, chancing a look in the rearview again and found Cas’ face contorted in puzzlement and Dean’s brows drawn down, lips puckered in thought. Cas’ head lifted, gazing up at Dean.

“Dean…”

“Yeah.” Dean’s tone was an agreement, not a question. Sam’s eyes narrowed.

“I think-“

“Technically speaking, I think you’re right.”

Castiel tucked his head back under Dean’s chin. “Do you want-”

“Yeah. Hey Sam?”

Sam’s voice was cautious. “Yes?”

“Hang a left at Albuquerque will you?”

Sam’s head whipped to look over his shoulder. “Wha- Why?”

Dean sighed, and a smile tugged at Castiel’s lips as he burrowed deeper into Dean’s chest. “Because if I’m technically already married I might as well hit up the Little White Chapel and make it legal. Vegas is, what? 12 hours from here?”

Sam glanced at them in the rearview grinning. “Technically? About 12 and a half”

Dean flipped him off before he settled further back into the seat, tucking his nose into Castiel’s hair, and both allowed themselves to fall asleep to the sound of tires on the highway and the steady beat of their hearts.

[fjoundfjamily]

ok it is TIME for 99

jester is SO worried omg omg

tense tense tense ahhhhh

fjord is back okokok

orly is back okokok

breathe

ok: LOVE tal’s jacket. ashley looks FAB. love how shiny marisha is. liam’s scarf is also very good. v coze. v comf. struck by the fact that none of them look like they’re attending the same event

VESS DEROGNA O NO caleb baby

it’s always weird to hear caleb with an american accent lol like. maybe it’s because i’m unused to hearing liam’s accent but like. caleb’s voice with the american accent is especially unnerving

o creepy! normal bois after they die

jester is adorable i’d die for her

“grab it like a book and open it” caleb. caleb when do you grab books with both hands like an open chest wound?

jester’s so salty when cad is more useful than her lolol

“like a dingle...bar...” “oh do you know zemnian?”

WIDOGASTS FANCY LIGHTS i love this new meme

essek baby. it’s so early

FJORD ON NOX o he saved rip

o fjord bby we’ve all been there

got the fucker out!!

jester holding back his man bun

MESSAGING ISHARNAI OMG

I Love Jester

SCRYING ON THE TRAVELER HOLY SHIT

I LOVE JESTER

i’m packing the good powder, if you know what i mean

i’m love essek. he feels safe with tm9 omg

“not-essek” rhahrhshshdh

‘oh are you sure you don’t want to stay in our captain’s quarters?’

‘essek pls bring pastries’

o no caleb

veth: there has to be some punishment for essek

caleb: we’ll add him to the list

veth: he’ll be at the end

caduceus: we’ll be at the end

i love caduceus a Lot

how do you think caleb feels knowing that veth thinks everyone who had a part in this war should be punished? given that he absolutely thinks he had a hand in it? and veth doesn’t even realise because she doesn’t think he’s guilty but caleb is sure that veth thinks he is. and like also. caleb has been moving so much closer towards forgiving himself and hearing veth talk like this can’t be helping

i’m dead

jester n cad big hug yass

beau hates essek sm i’m

WAR IS OVER (if you want it)

caleb n beau just holding each other

BIG HUG

“do i need a reason to hug you” “no”

ahhhh the siblingdom of it!!! “this time i want him to reciprocate” that’s EXACTLY how my brother is with me lol

there’s still 5 mins left i’m nervous

uh oh tiny island

DRAGON TURTLE

“we are FUCKED” “you guys are fiiiineee”

oh boy happy five years everybody

“tenuous peace has been found and nobody fucked it up im really proud of you guys” wow matt 

[kouichikimura]

CR 2 scenes ep 99

the last ep until who knows when coronavirus stops

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Ep 99

Bring fjord back 15:31

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Bring Orly back 17:46

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Almost everyone Paralyzed 21:23

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Vess DoRugna is 22:50

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Changing forms 29:10

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Opening the bodies 31:40

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Like beetlejuice 40:23

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Feeling fjord’s balls 42:40

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Fjord knows zemian 44:06

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Cady fought hard for you ;) 47:34

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Messaging Essek at 2am 53:21

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Veth’s joke 55:52

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Greater restoration Fjord 56:39

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Talking to the bodies 1:15:14

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Jester talks to dead boss 1:25:11

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Keep things secret 1:33:49

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Black pearl 1:35:00

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Checking in with Caleb 1:36:26

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Fjord dummy 1:39:00

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Caleb and Yasha 1:41:00

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Don’t look over here (fjord dreams) 1:45:21

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Empire kids and Vess Derogna 1:50:28

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Truly a Deck of many things 1:57:46

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Checking for poison 1:58:13

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Bodyregard 2:08:07

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Caleb is good the way he is 2:46:32

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Hag cupcake update 2:48:32

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Scrying on the Traveler? 2:50:50

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Guardian of faith on Fjord 2:52:12

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Sunburned Jes 2:53:34

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The meeting 2:59:55

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Co-monkey yasha 3:02:56

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Surprise Essek 3:05:52

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Yasha is a natural 3:10:31

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Welcome to politics 3:13:09

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Messaging the BQ 3:15:15

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Bring donuts pls? 3:18:23

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Messaging for donuts 3:20:10

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What to do with Essek 3:20:50

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Cady bakes 3:23:07

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Essek whispers 3:34:12

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Occasion to hug 3:37:52

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Moving island 3:43:14

[mysmesomefluff]

Tagged by @lilydally thanks mom (or should it be ex-mom now LOL)

Rules: Answer the 11 questions, then come up with 11 new questions of your own and tag 11 people to answer them. 

1. Creepy stories / experiences? Please!!

I actually have none?? Thank goodness bc I actually get scared really easily. 

2. Describe your ideal day.

No readings and no cases to work on, no morning classes, being able to sleep in till 11am and having nothing to do but watch my drama and write my stuff. 

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) I WANT MY 8-MONTH BREAK BACK 

3. Least favourite AU tropes and why

Vampire AU: pls just sta p there a re too ma ny and a lot of them are poorly executed.

Werewolf AU: Same reason

4. What time do you go to bed? (Please sleep at a decent time yall)

Uhh recently it’s either 12 or 1am. I guess it’s decent... kind of.  

5. Are you an emotional person / cry easily?

I don’t think so, I cry only when I’m livid or when I watch movies relating to family themes (esp when it’s father-daughter stuff idek why).

6. Your catchphrase and how it became your catchphrase

“Be nice to people and they won’t have a reason to not do the same.”

It’s not even a catchphrase lmao (nothing catchy about this) but it’s something I live by. Of course it doesn’t apply to everyone out there, some people will just hate you no matter what you do, for some strange, inconceivable reason. Not that I’ve met anyone like that yet haha.

7. Song you like (or know) with a number in the title

“100 Letters” by Halsey (HALSEY IS QUEEN!!!!)

8: Name something or someone who influences your writing, art or characterization.

@spacechip707!!!!!!!!! Her characterization of all the MM characters and writing are like goals ok dont even fight me on this :’D

9.  Do you prefer to plot things out, or improvise?

Plot. I’m not someone who can last long on pure improvisation. 

10. Weirdest thing you have in your room now.

My sister (she’s currently whining about a pimple on her butt sigh)

11. First vs current impression of me?

First impression: OMG ANOTHER SINGAPOREAN IN THE ZENFANZINE WOOOOAAAAHHH UR SO COOL????? AN ARTIST????? WTF UR ART IS SO NICE?????? AND HOLY SHIT YOU’RE SUCH A NICE UNNIE TO TALK TO 💕

Current impression: r00d bitch who has terrible sleeping habits, someone who’s super fun to annoy and calls me her sweet summer child for ????? reason like i don’t remember sliding out of your womb little shit. 

My 11 questions:

What’s the most insane thing you’ve done?

Favourite movie/drama?

What colour would you use to describe yourself and why?

What’s the trashiest song you’ve heard?

When did you start drawing/writing? What made you start?

What are your favourite cliches in books/shows?

Who’s your favourite Disney character and why?

Describe yourself in 3 words.

If you were in the same room as your favourite character, what is the first thing you’d do?

What do you like to do in your free time? 

Tell us about one quirk of yours.

Tagging @saerans-ri @revalya @spacechip707 @r-e-i-i @michiigii-writes-mysme @vess-hs @casualpastelgay @digitalscratch-arting​ @vergiliaux​ and anyone else who wants to do this :D