#very curious how this will turn out

[mouse-drawings]

A friendly bet. (ft. Apollyon @fallenaither)

My girls might have lost, but the @bug-oc tournament continues! The two of them (while still in sound minds and bodies) make a bet. Will Lobelia an Hessi make it to the finals? Is their story a tragedy? You decide!

Apollyon vs Lobelia

Murmur vs Hessi

Background with better visible cameos under the cut!

In the first picture we have Marigold by mantisgodsdomain and Hawthorn by 85-rend.

In the second picture: Murmur by sappedart and Hessi by flame-shadow.

Unfortunately Tumblr wouldn't let me tag them all, but please do visit their blogs!

[foxy-kitsune]

i was about to write out a theory of mine but them kairi appeared and i went insane.

anyhow my theory goes: y'all saw how iyo looked at bayley when she "accidentally" attacked her right? like it did not look like it was a look of sorry and we have seen so many allies accidentally attack each other and they always had that "oh shit i didn't mean to" look. iyo didn't. she looked like she actually wanted it to happen and she did not feel sorry for a second. then came kairi (❤️‍🩹) and helped iyo retain (which i am very happy about cause i was rooting for iyo❤️‍🩹). iyo was celebrating with kairi and as we saw that she did not care about bayley being there and iyo did not even check on bayley. my theory? iyo (finally) turning on bayley and leaving damage ctrl and teaming up with kairi and working together as a duo. another theory is that maybe she could even take dakota with her and make a new faction with iyo, dakota and kairi in it. there is also a chance for an iyo/kairi/asuka faction which in my opinion would be fucking insane. anyhow either way iyo is for sure gonna leave damage crt. the question is how and when.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[insertsomthinawesome]

You got a little something on your face there buddy -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  

[th1rt33n]

do not leave me alone in a room with old boots and paint markers

[blueflipflops]

I saw the post you made about punk-flower and the patch sharing jacket and I just wanted to ask if you have anything specific that you would like to expand on as I plan to write a fic for it!

I’ve been in a writing slump for months now and you’re post just inspired me again finally so I just wanted to see if there were any more headcannons you had for this idea

This is the post I’m referencing btw!

Ignore the terrible crop job lol

Oooooh thats so cool! Sure!! Go for it!!

There's really not much for me to add other than ✨️vibes✨️and like a general direction/idea. But i do have a few so here's what i got so far:

I imagine that Miles was the first one to ask bring up the patched jackets (i don't really know what they're called) thing for like just a conversation starter at first but ended up getting geniunely interested as Hobie rants explains the whole thing. From its history where its originally a practical way of mending clothes but now means more to the punk culture, to how to stitch it in, picking the right jacket for it, etc.

He would explain each patch in his vest, what they represent, and how he got it. (Or Miles would ask abt it idk)

I like to hc hobie as decent enough at sewing to make shody patches with his own design. Its not good good but he's proud of them enough to show it off

Miles couldn't get his mind off Hobie's rant and some of the shoddy patches that looks so rough and like a snap away from leaving Hobie's vest and he can't get his mind off the fact that Hobie made some of his own patches which made him curious enough to make his own designs.

At first it was just drawings and doodles but then he got curious enough to try embriodery stuff. How hard could it be, right? He was wrong. Embroidery is very hard. (This coming from me who does embroidery for fun) But the learning process was fun enough that he continued on.

Rio absolutely caught him more than once, brings out her sewing kit, and gives him tips and advices like different kinds of stitches and how to fix holes on clothes, happy to have something they can bond over. (Would love to have more Rio content. She deserves the world.)

With his newly aqcuired sewing skills, he offers to fix Hobie's patch that was loose.

Then he showed Hobie the very first patch he made which was a very simple sunflower (or something else if you want) and

Hobie was very normal about that and trying to be casual like: "Can I keep it?" And it flusters Miles like "Uh, yeah, sure. I guess. I mean if you want it—"

Hobie then decided that Miles is his new go-to patch repair guy just so he can spend more time with him

Miles uses a really old jacket from either his dad or his uncle Aaron or heck even from his mom or maybe even from his grandparents. (your pick) Because he knows that you just dont do that on a new jacket! That goes against its whole purpose!!

When he shows Hobie the jacket he intends to patch up, Hobie got so exited that he rips off a patch from his vest and gifts it to Miles to "start him with" or something.

They gift each other patches that reminds them of the other

And yeah. That's it. Thats all I've got haha. Link me up on the fic when (? Or after? Srry idk grammar haha) you get to write it. Really very excited to read how you write my current favorite blorbos!! 💕

[tacit-semantics]

You can do whatever you want forever

[lamentable-comedy]

you know, that one story about a relationship between a guy with an unprecedented one of a kind power and his kind of dead love interest who wears a lot of fancy floral print outfits

(aka Simon Snow Pushing Daisies AU)

[knockknockitsnickels]

Thinking about how the Tower & the Adversary routes are connected through the Fury, and how you kind of get there by turning one into the other, and how horrified they are by what they become. Tower is about subjugation - she outright says she does not believe the two of you are on equal footing. You get the Fury from her when you assert your independence and fight back, forcing her to take you seriously as a threat and defend herself. Adversary is all about an equal fight - she prides herself on her strength, but also admires yours. You access the Fury through her by refusing to fight, watching her beat you to a pulp and become disgusted by what she does to you. IDK it is interesting how the Tower & Adversary parallel one another, and how you end up with the Fury in each route by doing what their sister route would have wanted you to do.

[basicallyjaywalker]

Wanna ramble about a moment/character in ninjago you think people need to talk about more?

I don't know who you are anon, but I'm glad you asked!

I am desperate for people to character-analyze Wu. I'm desperate for a lot of character analysis including Nya but since I got a lot of my Nya feelings out with some lovely folks the other night (edit: the other night was a month ago dw about it. this took a minute) I'm going with Wu this time

Master Wu to me is such an interesting case of a character who it is so easy to ignore the bits of the show that hint at his wider issues and traumas. He is a man defined heavily by his family and by his past. A lot of criticism he gets, I think, is due in part to that.

I've mentioned before that I've been rewatching S1 with a friend of mine and intermittently pausing to infodump on them about interesting character things I notice from that season. A lot of that has been Wu-focused because despite having seen RotS dozens of times throughout my life (watching it on CN, watching it on Netflix when only it and Legacy were around, rewatching it with friends) I have only just started noticing the seeds of character written in.

I might also just be reading too much into things, but hear me out

In S1 (and by extension, the pilots), Wu is characterized as your typical old wise teacher. In the first few minutes of EP1: Rise of the Snakes, he is chewing out the Ninja for playing video games instead of training. The line he uses? "Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today."

It's a line that gets repeated throughout the series. In fact, it gets repeated that very episode when the ninja go (pun not intended) to fight the Hypnobrai and a literal pre-teen. At first, it seems to just be a piece of wisdom. Some old proverb Wu's picked up over the years, possibly one he even coined himself. However, in EP7: Tick Tock, Wu tells the story of who, possibly, first told him this.

(Source: Tick Tock/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added.)

It was Garmadon. Now, I'm not gonna dwell too long on Garmadon, if you spend five minutes talking to me you'll learn he was the first character whose story I obsessed over and I want this essay to be about Wu, but I think he plays a role in Wu's overall story, as does Wu's family as a whole.

Prior to this, Wu and Garmadon's relationship has been more of a sibling rivalry taken to a good vs. evil extreme. We didn't know why Garmadon was evil and we didn't know about Wu and his relationship as kids. However, this scene establishes the backstory. They were, as Wu puts it, "the best of friends." That is, until Garmadon gets bit by the Devourer going to get the katana Wu lost.

Now, I know the Devourer bite was destined to happen because of the Overlord or some shit, but Wu doesn't. As far as he's concerned, Garmadon getting bit was a direct consequence of both his mistake and his cowardice. He lost the katana. He was too scared to get it. Garmadon went over instead. Garmadon got bit.

The scene goes on to show the FSM tending to Garmadon in the aftermath. Wu is watching from behind the door, likely told to stay back, but concerned. And in his POV, we get this intense moment, where Garmadon turns, looks directly at him (his eyes turning bright red for the first time), and says "It's all Wu's fault!"

(This clip should begin at the start of Wu eavesdropping. If it doesn't, skip to 0:58. I highly recommend also paying attention to Wu's body language during this scene.)

The camerawork does a great job of showing how this probably felt for Wu. It zooms in, Garmadon's voice echoes, and the background blurs. We see in the flashback that this is a moment Wu has etched into his memory. Not to mention, he was likely a very young child when this happened. LEGO characters' ages are weird, but Wu in this scene has the Big Eyes, which always seem to be used for characters under 12. We don't know exactly how much older Garmadon is to my knowledge, but he doesn't have the Big Eyes, so he's probably closer to 12 and a few years older than Wu for sure.

Imagine that. Being in elementary school and your older siblings gets hurt. They're acting strange. They're lashing out at your father. Then, they blame it all on you. They're hurt because of you. Wouldn't you internalize that?

I could go on about Wu's relationship with Garmadon, but again, I think I've spent enough time on it and I don't want to only focus on that. It's an important part, but there are others.

Let's talk about Wu's relationship with his dad.

Now, I have not yet read the Spinjitzu Brothers series. I cannot speak to any development of Wu and the FSM's relationship in there. I have, however, read The Book of Spinjitzu and blogged some of my thoughts on it here, including some of what it says about Wu.

For those who haven't read it, first, there is a Google Drive folder floating around with all of the canon spinoff books/graphic novels in it. Here's the link if you wanna read them!

The FSM is an... intriguing figure. I mean, in the series he's basically god? He made the entire world. That's already a very high bar to live up to. Then, in Book of Spinjitzu, there's a few specific parts that, when I read them, signaled that Wu internalized a specific message when he was young.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 3).

Wu does not want to disappoint his father. It is up to him (and Garmadon until he turns evil) to "uphold the legacy of Spinjitzu" and, by extension, his family. He says he was "very young" when this was explained to him. Considering he seems to already be training at an elementary age, "very young" means VERY young.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 16).

Here, we again see Wu being very aware that he has some large burden to carry. Something else interesting here is that the thought of the Green Ninja Prophecy is already weighing on him too. His considering if he might be the Green Ninja is of extra interest because of how the Green Ninja Prophecy and the--I wouldn't call it obsession, possibly fixation?--with who it is factors into his later actions, but we'll get to that later.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 19).

This one in particular gets me because it comes after Wu mentions Garmadon becoming more evil. It is a statement of power. Wu knows that the legacy of Spinjitzu now rests in his hands alone. He cannot let himself fall the way Garmadon did. He cannot disappoint his father. Whether or not the FSM intended it, Wu always knew the fate of the world rested, at least in part, upon his shoulder. He knew this from the time he was a young boy and it remains in his mind to this day.

Now, these quotes are indirect, but they all point to one clear idea: As a child, Wu internalized the idea that he alone is responsible for keeping Ninjago safe. He will play a pivotal role in its history.

There's not evidence in this book that the FSM's was a bad father, per se. However, just because one doesn't set out to harm their children, doesn't mean they won't. I often say Wu has an "Atlas complex," which I have no idea if it is an actual concept but use it to refer to this idea. Wu feels as though he is responsible for holding up the world, much like Atlas. He must keep the balance, he must solve the Green Ninja prophecy, he must make his father proud.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 61).

I'm going to get further into what this means for Wu as a teacher to the current Ninja Team, but for now let's look at Wu's first foray into teaching.

Morro. Wu's Biggest Mistake.

That might seem like an overstatement, but it's not.

(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)

Okay he says regret, not mistake, but I was paraphrasing.

Let's turn back to his quote about his destiny. Wu writes, "Is my life's mission to be the Green Ninja? Or maybe it will be to find the Green Ninja and protect him (or her)??"

From a very young age, Wu was not only aware of the Green Ninja but prophecy but also thinking about his place in it. We see this again when he takes Morro in and trains him.

(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added)

A big thing Wu is criticized for here is making Morro believe he is meant to be more. That he is the Chosen One. And Morro, being a young homeless orphan just now given some semblance of power and protection, latches onto that. And I can see it, but when you take into account the above that he was trained from (likely) a younger age than Morro and given a similar level of responsibility, it becomes more understandable. Wu is just doing what he was taught. He doesn't believe that he is harming Morro until it is too late.

This is the entire story, but I'm specifically going to be discussing 1:36 onwards here. I also wanted to add that rewatching this scene made me lay down on the floor! What the fuck! But I digress.

There's a lot going on in this scene. For one, Wu washing his hands of Morro in some ways, but not others. He turns his back on Morro when he tells him that destiny has decided, but looks at him again when Morro storms out. He goes to save Morro from the Grundal, but decides that he cannot "teach those who would not listen." Most importantly, when Morro leaves to go find the Tomb of the FSM, Wu leaves the door open. He waits for Morro to return, but never goes after him. And Morro never comes back.

Wu gives Morro's fate a dismissive response at the end of his ghost story ("I am saddened he was banished to the Cursed Realm") but it's clear he still cares deeply about him in the finale of the season.

Wu's VA in this is phenomenal btw. That "Please Morro!" and "MORRO!" make my heart ache.

Morro believed Wu stopped caring, but he didn't. Even after all he's done, even after trying to destroy all of Ninjago--destroying what Wu had spent his life trying to protect--Wu tries to save him. He begs for Morro to come with him. Morro refuses, Wu watches him perish.

Someone else Wu is close to is gone. Wu again considers himself responsible. Everything is his fault.

And finally, we reach Wu today. A cautious, secretive man. He loves his students, this much is clear. Even as early as the pilots, he drops his wise teacher persona to joke around with them.

As with Morro, he trains them like his father did him. He even uses the same methods his father used when he trains them.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 32)

While he is hard on the Ninja, wanting them to succeed and training them to help defend the Realm, he lets his guard down more than it seems he did with Morro. He also learned a valuable message from his experience with Morro when he hides the Green Ninja Prophecy from the Ninja, getting angry when they start to push themselves in the same way Morro did upon learning about it. It's clear he doesn't want a repeat.

Now, I can't speak for later seasons (I will eventually) but this fear of repeats, his students going down a dark path because they're tempted by power or greatness, losing someone else, likely drives Wu not telling them other important information. That is just a passing thought though.

Final notes:

I'm currently in the process of rewatching S7: Hands of Time. I actually got this ask right after finishing EP68: Scavengers, which opens with Wu having a nightmare. In it, he and Misako are walking outside of Yang's temple. While walking, Misako delivers this line in response to Wu reminiscing about the time they've spent together:

(Source: Scavengers/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)

This line, to me, is Wu's subconscious trying to tell him something he needs to hear. It's hinting at what might be his greatest flaw. Wu is haunted by his past, by his mistakes. He finds it difficult to tell others because of both his guilt and his desire to not put that worry upon them. In this very season, he makes the mistake of trying to face his past on his own, and he nearly dies for it.

In the same episode, you see Wu trying to make sure Lloyd doesn't make the same mistakes.

(Source: Prev)

Wu stresses the important of the team. It's as if he sees Lloyd blaming himself for what happened to Wu, sees him doing the same thing Wu has, and is trying to prevent him from doing the same thing. This is further emphasized when, after Wu falls asleep (well, fakes falling asleep), Lloyd says "Wu's mistake was going in alone. So was mine."

Master Wu is, like many characters in this show, someone who is more complex than meets the eye. He is not just a wise, old teacher. He is a man who, throughout his life, has made mistakes and carries the weight of each of them on his shoulders. He is a man who tasks himself with making up for those every day. He is a man who wants better for his students, his family.

Until the day he dies, he will guide and protect his students. And possibly? Even after death too.

[paingoes]

Crash Out

Mercy

(Content: whumper turned whumpee, ex royal whumpee, sadistic whumper, female whumper, alcohol, physical abuse, choking, guns, blood, begging, broken bones)

game (noun) /ɡām/ 1. a form of play or sport, especially a competitive one played according to rules and decided by skill, strength, or luck. 2. a person's performance in a game; a person's standard or method of play. 3. a secret and clever plan or trick 4. wild mammals or birds hunted for sport or food.

game (verb) /ɡām/ 1. manipulate (a situation), typically in a way that is unfair or unscrupulous.

Thales Courtyard. Seven years old.

Paris sat on the steps, a mess of sharp angles. It was a bright summer. Thales’ children grouped in bunches across the lawn.

“You’ve never played?” One of the boys asked him. 

Paris shook his head. The boy got closer. He took both of Paris’s hands in his own and intertwined their fingers. For a brief moment, it felt intimate. He’d been too young to feel repulsed by that yet.

“It’s easy. The first one to say ‘mercy’ loses,” the boy explained, waiting to see Paris’s reaction. He wasn’t afraid; he nodded his assent.

In a swift motion, their hands rotated outward. The boy pressed Paris’s wrists back up against the sockets, bending back the fingers. 

“Mercy!” Paris yelped.

The boy let go instantly. Paris shook his hands out to relieve the ache. He had hissed at first, but he quickly broke back into a smile.

“Let me try again,” he said.

House party. Sixteen years old.

Paris leaned down to light his cigarette on the stovetop burner. He’d been drinking a lot that year. The novelty had yet to wear off. All the kids that orbited him clattered around in the kitchen, seeing who could make the worst cocktail from the pre and the sugar and all the alcohol they’d stolen from the host’s parents. The ones who weren’t busy with the concoction were playing stupid games.

“You go.” One of them tapped his shoulder. He swatted the touch away on instinct, but he straightened up. The boy he played against was younger — shorter hair, shorter stature.

It wasn’t even a competition. Years of fencing had strengthened his grip to an obscene degree.

“Mercy!” the boy cried out, “Fuck, dude, stop!”

The alcohol had slowed his reaction time. It took Paris a few seconds to process the words; he’d kept pressing in the meanwhile. By the time boy pulled his hands back, there were rings of bruises around each of his fingers.

“What the hell, man?” He rubbed at the marks, shooting the prince an accusatory look.

“Baby.” Paris rolled his eyes, “Let’s play the knife game.”

The Thorn. Eighteen years old.

Paris bent Delta’s wrist back at an odd angle, pushing threateningly against the bone of his middle finger. Delta stared back with half-lidded eyes. His expression was placid — and unmistakably bored.

He did not ask for mercy. Delta never asked for anything. It was no use. Paris let go. Delta fell limply at his feet without the grip holding him up. It took longer than usual for him to get back into the kneel.

Paris kicked him roughly in the chest, forcing him back onto the floor just as soon as he’d steadied.

Wildflower patch. Nineteen years old.

Her knee pressed directly in between his shoulder blades. She was putting her full weight on it; she had to if she wanted to keep him there. Her left hand gripped the nape of his neck. Her right forced his arm back, threatening to pop out of its socket. 

It was a good pin. Paris cursed himself for having been surprised. Johanna always fought like she was feral, but there were moments it was clear just how thoroughly she must have been trained. 

He pushed up with his free arm, which only made the pain in the other worse. Johanna’s grip tightened around his neck, readjusting herself in anticipation of struggle.

“Say mercy.” Her smile was audible. She said it like she was joking. She was joking. He knew that if he had said nothing, she would’ve just let it go.

“Get the fuck off of me, you crazy bitch.” Paris’s voice was venomous. She could still hear the panic infusing it. Her heart swelled.

“Say it,” she insisted now, her voice still light. She levered his arm further up. It was slow, but without signs of stopping. Paris could tell it was about to snap. He knew her well enough by now to know she’d do it without a second though.

“Mercy,” he blurted out.

Johanna laughed, releasing him.

Nettle’s Campsite. Nineteen years old.

Once she learnt she could get it out of him, she wanted to do it every time. 

She didn’t always accomplished it. Paris wasn’t helpless, especially not if Lorelai was close. Sometimes he won. Most times, he just got away.

Not now. She twirled the length of the chain around like it was a lasso. The gesture was eerily similar to one Lorelai would’ve made. He wondered if she was making fun of them. 

Paris knew he couldn’t win. Today was one of the bad days. His breath was short. His spine wasn’t listening. He held the sword out in front of him, knowing exactly how bad it was about to be.

The chain caught on the blade, an attack he still hadn’t found a good defense against. He swore it was magnetic. With a flick of her wrist, the saber landed several meters away, totally useless. The other end of the chain came down again across his chest. It hit the sensitive skin of the scar. Johanna moved quickly, toppling him into the ground. 

Paris elbowed her in the face, starting to scramble back. She moved the chain deftly, managing to fix it around his neck. Victory was certain. She could enjoy it now. She pulled tight, pressing the metal flush against his skin.

“Say mercy!” she smiled.

His mouth only opened to gasp for air. Speech was impossible. He tapped limply at her hand. Her eyes widened in recognition. Tap out. She loosened the chain.

“Say it.” Johanna encouraged.

“Fuck you,” Paris managed through ragged breaths. She started to lift her arms up again. The chain rattled. He held a hand up. Stop.

“Mercy,” he choked.

She only got to enjoy it for a second. She had just heard the brushes being pushed aside before Lorelai’s bullet passed cleanly through her skull. Her not-quite-dead body collapsed on top of him, temporarily deprived of its motor skills. His mouth had been open when the blood splattered. It tasted like aspirin and battery acid.

Johanna’s Ship. Nineteen years old.

She really fucking had him this time. The chains were tight against his torso and around his wrists. She barely needed them. His body had entirely given out on him, no fight left at all. 

She was running out of positions to try, points to poke at, joints to press. He’d endured all of it, hoping the stupid fucking game would end like last time, that she might finally get satisfied after she’d made him repeat it twenty fucking times. There was no part of him now that didn’t hurt.

Irritation showed on her face just as easily as it did on his. She grabbed his wrist again, pushing it back. The same one she had started with. Hard and fast.

“Mercy.” His breathing picked up, the pain radiating throughout his arm. She let go, a little slower on the release this time around. 

“Jo, stop. You made your point.”

She moved her hand up to his palm, intertwining her fingers with his own. Pushing it back again. Starting over.

“Fucking stop.” He tugged his hand back as best he could with the chain binding it. His best was not much. She didn’t let up. “Mercy.”

She released the tension in his wrist, but she did not get off of him. With a slight smile, she brought her other hand up. One gripped his palm tightly, trapping the thumb. The other wrapped around his index finger. Pushing it back again. Paris let out a small sound of frustration. The chains rattled when he thrashed.

“God, stop, I’m not even fighting you anyone, I’m not even fucking fighting, can you stop, what the fuck, fucking stop stop-“

Crack.

He shuddered as the torn sound escaped his throat, somewhere between a groan and a whimper. Johanna giggled, slipping her fist off of the broken digit. She moved it a single space over, around his middle finger. The pressure started slower this time. She wanted him to catch his breath. 

“Did you forget how to play or something?” Johanna smiled at him crookedly. His eyes were shut tight. She patted his cheek lightly, trying to coax them back open. She waited until he was looking.

“You are terrible at this game."

…………

tags:

@catnykit @snakebites-and-ink @vivulapom @scoundrelwithboba @whatwhump

@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire

@micechomper @writereleaserepeat @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

The thing about me is i dont really care about how "book accurate" any of the characters look in amcs iwtv BUT if they dont get the most ridiculous wig ever crafted for marius i will be severely disappointed

[golswia]

Do you have a tattoo policy? As in, would you be opposed to someone (i.e. me) having for instance the absolutely adorable chibi Crowley over Aziraphale's shoulder done as a tattoo?

Thank you for your absolutely brilliant art!

OH??? oh my??????

well, first off, I am honored that you would like to get one of my silly arts on your body for FOREVER-

second, I think yeah, it would be fine 🧡 as long as you and/or your tattoo artist will credit me in the posts with photos of the finished tattoo

you can tag me or link my carrd.co (https://golswia.carrd.co/) 🧡

thank you for asking!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Have officially finished planning my birthday meal and what kind of cake I am gonna have, so here is your reminder my birthday, (you know a national horror fandom holiday jk jk jk-) is creeping up!

[myreygn]

modern au dad askeladd except he's not an actual dad but this random kid shows up to his house every day and tries to have beef over the closed food store askeladd bought and turned into an antiquarian store. turns out the food store used to be run by the kid's father until he passed away which is very sad of course but also askeladd is not gonna cooperate with some brat that borderline harasses him day by day. only that he can't call the cops because he kinda has a turbulent past and if they find out he's filling his store with stolen goods it's gonna become a huge problem. and note to destiny, the stupid kid finding out is not that great either because now he has to hear it out if he doesn't wanna go to prison and also he should probably learn the demon child's name while he's at it. shenanigans ensue.