#you're in a tent! you can hide! it's so much nicer!

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

My brain has decided everything is too loud and too bright to the degree that the only way I'm able to get myself comfortable is under my weighted blanket hiding with the light off in my light-resistant tent

(I actually sleep in a tent made for a bed, highly recommend if it's an option for nighttime anxiety and light sensitivity :3)

[sorcerous-caress]

I know requests are closed but I just wanted to say that I found the Halsin x Durge!Reader delicious

Imagine if he did get mad though once he found out about her druid savagness and gets mad and decides breeding her would calm her down more bhaalspawn for her though

I mean, at least you're the only person who acknowledged the fact that my requests are closed while requesting. I gotta give you some points. Others just shoot the request one after another no matter if I say it's closed or not.

You're talking about this fic I assume?

I think he'd feel betrayed. Heartbroken yes but mostly betrayed and robbed, anger is a only a passing madness in Halsin's case that will drive him to march into your tent and drag you by the ankle to offer an explanation, beg for mercy or maybe both.

Have you seen this clip of him being angry? Actually angry? It's during the confrontation of when you murder the grove but let him live.

Imagine that intensity with the fact that it's also his own heart you "played" with. At least from his slightly toxic point of view, he thinks that he was owed you being heroic and innocent. So by being...yk durge, you completely robbed him of his fantasy and shattered that stained glass view he had of you.

It would take a lot to get him to that state, he'd try to argue with anyone who says otherwise that you aren't really responsible for your less than ideal actions, that it's Bhaal controlling you like a curse or something. That you can't possibly enjoy it let alone enthusiastically go along with these dark whims.

A front row seat to one of your gorey shows is all it takes to flip his world upside down.

You're not some fawn learning to balance or a rabbit hiding between his feet. He sees you clearly for the venomous snake that you were, that you are. Curling around him, sinking your body and teeth into him. It must be you why Silvannus hasn't been answering his prayers lately, why the animals in the forest flee from your lingering scent on his body.

Death is too kind of a revenge. You deserve something more cruel, redemption. Willing or unwilling Halsin will drag you to the brighter side, the nicer side, the morally right side. Part of his stubborn hope stems from the fact he grew too weak of a soft spot for you to even consider the idea of ending or harming you in any way. So either you make him worse or he breaks you into being a better person first.

Kick punch and claw at him, it will not phase him. He will hold you down whenever that gleam of sadistic glee shines in your seemingly innocent eyes at the curious squirrel sniffing your hand.

Drown your threats of violence and promises of a bloodbath of gore and viscera to passerbys with his tongue down your throat. Kissing you as if he may purge the evil from within if he got you to melt into his arms.

As a result he becomes harsher in bed, not that you're complaining. If anything it's him who's suffering the most from the way his once gentle grip on your thighs turned bruising and possessive. His once soft slow thrusts became feral and merciless. The way he used to coo praises and apologise against your neck became litters of insult in elvish at how much of a traitor and a snake you are, how you deserve each bite he leaves behind.

He loathes himself, like a poison sinking into his stomach and refusing to resurface. Droplet after droplet falling to weight down his body each time you force his hand into breeding you for an inch of your life so you may do no harm to others nor fulfill your dark destiny as a child of bhaal.

What has he become? How can he call himself a druid?

It feels like it's his job now to keep the evils at bay, to keep the hungery wolves fed with his own flesh, to take care of the monster he has created. You are his responsibility.

It seems like you're getting closer to breaking him by day, especially since he already does half the work himself for you by simply antagonising himself and every loathsome action you force him to take.

[chimchiri]

Hey, I just wanted to say how much I love your art! Lately I decided to rewatch mlp again and I got really caught up in it lol so finding your profile here is like a blessing🥹

I'm absolutely in love with your Applejack, the way you draw her is just *chef's kiss* (her hair, clothing, muscles,, perfection) she's been my fav for so long now and your art of her means a lot to me, your characterisation is so on point! So I've been wondering, maybe you can share some headcanons that you have on Aj? I would love to read (if you want, of course!)

Anon you are the sweetest - that's such a cute, adorable message thank you! I love drawing AJ and I'm happy you like seeing her like that!

As for headcanons, I usually vary somewhat with characterization and hcs depending on what AU I'm thinking of. But sure, here are some that either appear in all of them or are just some ideas I like with her.

Clothes/Outfit I never see AJ in a dress, once she starts seriously working on the farm. I just don't see her in them. Mostly because she goes for practicality and clothes that don't get in the way. So I see her usually wearing an elastic t-shirt and a high ponytail. Not a flannel because they are just uncomfy if you're moving a lot - a t-shirt with a good amount of stretch is just nicer to wear. The braid is preferred mostly because this way the hair isn't as annoying and doesn't get stuck on her sweaty face.

Abs/Six pack No, sorry lmao. That woman loves eating too much so she has no visible six pack. Sure her abs are trained almost as much as the rest of her body but you need to restrict and monitor your food and water intake a lot for them to be visible. And she just loves to eat. (But yeah this is also a bias on my side - I'm not a fan of very defined abs)

Smoking I like to think that she smoked for a short duration when she was younger. Always in secret as Granny Smith was highly against it and AJ still didn't want to get in trouble. She wasn't the best at hiding and did get chewed out occasionally since her clothes would smell or if she didn't air her room enough. She quit but I like to think it's still one of her vices she goes to when she's stressed to the brink. Not physically but emotionally, when she can't stop worrying, and thus fear and stress overcoming her. It's a true exception and her absolutely last resort so it's a very rare occasion. She's not proud of it and once again keeps it a secret. Which is easier now that she's older, wiser and doesn't do it on the regular. If it happens, it's usually deep into the night when she can't sleep, outside on the farm, leaning on the fence, occasionally watching the stars and pondering over whatever is on her mind bothering her.

Girlfriends Rara was AJ's first flame and girlfriend - or rather, summer romance. I like to think they kept meeting during the summer camps and always shared either rooms or tents. Their summer romance grew gradually and was as vanilla as can be. I can see AJ reacting intensely to even slight, soft touches. And Rara - during that one fateful summer - was most likely her realization that she is very into highly feminine women. They lost contact after that year and while it hurt not to see Rara again, AJ got over it in time. After that she always had either a girlfriend, romance or a fling at hand, depending on how much she wanted to focus on the farm and her family. Mostly women who weren't from her village so people usually didn't think she has that much experience with relationships. I can see her being never single unless she was by choice.

Coming Out I like a nice coming out story. I like to imagine AJ knew, after crushing on Rara, that she was into women. So. Much. She didn't really come out for a long time though. I feel she's got a kinda complicated relationship with coming out herself. It's not that she's ashamed but it felt like she still wanted to keep it to herself. And even with her close relationship to her family, she still wondered how they'd react. So, she kept most of her romances (which she appreciated were usually out of town women) more or less intentionally a secret until she came out. People who knew her really well probably figured out she wasn't exactly straight, since she never showed interest in men or romance in her daily life. Work and family were always her top priority. Still, she decided to actively come out to her closest family when she was an adult - including Rainbow. The order of her coming out was: Rainbow, Big Mac, Applebloom and then Granny Smith - which she was the most nervous about. But obviously they all reacted positively (I do have some art planned for this and sketched out but no idea when I'll finish lmao). After that, she didn't actively come out to anyone anymore. Her dating women just became something she was suddenly open about and didn't hesitate to talk about anymore, like mentioning she's currently seeing 'a woman from X City'.

Rainbow I included Rainbow in the Coming Out segment because Rainbow and AJ are platonic soulmates to me. Rainbow is her family like her brother and sister are - more so than the other Mane 6. In AUs where I hc Rainbow as an orphan she is regularly invited to the Apples on holidays. She's got copies of AJs keys and regularly just walks into the house, truly like a family member. They would kill and maim for each other. They get each other in ways the others can't and they can be open with each other like no one else. They can spend an hour next to each other not talking and just enjoying the other's company. They'll have the worst argument with nonstop shouting but easily forgive each other and will laugh together again some minutes later, when everyone else thought they'd claw out each other's throats. They know each other's worst thoughts and secrets and don't judge. They are also each other's wingwoman - though usually it's Rainbow trying to play match maker, as she likes to keep her love life off the topic list. She knows about AJs crush on Rarity in almost any AU, and usually is the first or even only person. Also they have their Best Buds Bar Busting Night, which is a recurring ritual of them hopping bars and drinking together.

Marriage AJ isn't big on marriage and weddings for herself. Not that she hates them, but rather it's that she doesn't think about it. For many relationships, she knows they're temporary since the women are usually out of town. She makes it clear from the get go she won't leave the farm and plans on inheriting and caring for it in the long run as well. In almost all of the AUs she does like the idea of marriage and having a wedding once the topic comes up between Rarity and her. She'd love for Rarity to have fun and go all in with the preparations. As for herself, she suddenly imagines having a ring on her hand and calling Rarity her 'wife'. When she's alone, cleaning the kitchen or the house, she'll whisper it out loud and smile at the small adrenaline rush running through her body. She likes calling Rarity her wife. And then, suddenly she's actually thinking about proposing, until she's got enough courage to actually do it.

Well, those are some small ones! <3 It was nice writing it out. I do have some nsfw hc as well but I'm leaving them out for now.

[dgiacomo]

#munday

me: Awwwh nooo Giacomo poor bby y ppl so mean ;_;

also me: sends another truckload of asks on touchy subjects just to see his reaction

Hi mun 👋 Love this exploration of character and how it’s playing out - gotta admit I cackled at one of this week’s posts! If we start to get too rough with poor Giacomo’s feelings, you will warn us, or step in to steer the narrative somewhere nicer, or something, right? Need to know that our boy has a safety net before we get too real…!

Keep up the stellar work ❤️

[There's no safety net as such... so do be careful about what you do XD;; Actions have repercussions and all that

Obviously it's ok to ask him questions about touchy subjects, that's fine, life isn't all about only hearing things you like and it can absolutely be fun to explore his past and such... deliberately trying to tip him over the edge with charged words and deliberate pokes... I'd say to keep that to a minimum, cos you're actively bullying him at that point. And if he shells up and won't talk to people anymore then that's that! There's not much I can do realistically if he's decided he wants to sit alone in the tent and nothing else, you know?

The literal only "safety net" there is is that I do have a story planned and we are moving towards it, but I can only progress it towards it if... he's... not depressed and hiding in a cupboard or something. =T

Treat him as if he were a real human being is what I'd say. If you wouldn't treat someone in real life that way, for example... maybe it's not kind to treat somebody who was mercilessly bullied for years that way (even if he IS fictional). XD I mean... would you really go up to a friend and take their food away from them and tell them it's for their own good and that they can't be trusted with a chocolate bar for example?

I guess it's the difference between something that embarrasses him and something that completely shatters his morale?

There's also the element that too much negativity thrown in his direction also gets ME down and the blog only continues if my morale is up. Cos I gotta read and process these. XD;

That aside, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog! Now I gotta go try work out how to reason with him now he's in a stinker of a mood =T]

[asterkiss]

Of you're still accepting request, could I ask for Mabel x Bill and number 61 please? ^^

I’m very much always open to requests unless I say otherwise! ^^ Also I know you were requesting some possessive/protective Bill last week so I incorporated that into this drabble!

Bill’s appearance later on in this drabble is inspired by his form in Weirdmageddon.

61) “If you go anywhere near them [her], you’ll have to deal with me!”

- MIRROR

“Oi, Shooting Star!”

“Nnghn….”

“Shooting Star!”

“Five more minutes…”

“Pighead.”

“Hey!” Mabel shot upright only to wince when it aggravated the bruises on her arm. Pushing up her right sleeve, she grimaced at the four stripes marring her skin, remnants of the large hand that had yanked her away.

“For the love of— Will you come over here, dammit!”

The brunette perked up at the voice, finally taking proper note of it. That was… Bill? Unable to stop the hope blossoming in her chest, she quickly looked around the jail cell she was currently held in and went over towards the bars.

“No, not that way you idiot!”

She paused. Turning around and looking across the small room, her eyes finally landed upon the mirror pinned to the wall above the basin. Slowly, she began making her towards it. 

When she finally stepped in front of it, Mabel could only blink in surprise. “Bill…?”

Instead of reflecting her current appearance, the mirror showed the image of Bill Cipher who sighed in relief as he rolled his eyes.

“Finally, jeez! How dumb are you?”

Mabel scowled. “Hey, be nicer! I’m literally a prisoner right now!!”

His expression sobered at that and Mabel then noticed the background behind him resembled the Mystery Shack. What? She reached out curiously but her fingers simply came up against glass.

“Yeah, sorry but this ain’t a portal, kid. Just a video call of sorts,” he explained, eyes flickering over her appearance in what was probably concern. 

Retracting her hand, she frowned. “Are you… in the Mystery Shack? Where is everyone?”

“He heh, ol’ Sixer is putting the finishes touches to a device that’ll locate you.”

Mabel blinked. “You’re… working with Grunkle Ford?” 

The demon gave a casual shrug. “Turns out that when his great-niece’s life is in jeopardy, even that guy can swallow his pride and work with a demon one last time. Who woulda thought it, huh?”

Mabel could only hope he wasn’t testing Stanford too much—the man had his limits. She wondered if he was working with Dipper and Stanley too, then. 

Just as she was opening her mouth to question this, a hand came down on her shoulder from behind. She flinched, snapping her head around to come face to face with the person holding her capture. At first appearances, he looked like a  ordinary middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and a grey suit.

But Mabel knew otherwise, she’d seen the horrors hiding beneath his disguise first-hand.

“Well then, this is a surprise. I don’t think I authorized any personal calls unless old age is making me forget,” he said casually, flashing his teeth in a way that seemed a bit too sinister for Mabel’s liking. She took a step away from him.

“Azazel.”

The guttural tone of voice that emitted from the mirror drew both their attention and Mabel was caught off guard by the thunderous expression painted across Bill’s face. 

The demon did his best to keep his human form in check whilst in their world. Even in times where his emotions got the better of him and his appearance fluctuated, he was usually able to keep it in check.

Until now, it seems.

His eyes were pitch black, lips stretching back to display jagged teeth sharp like razors. His skin had transformed to a shade of red as if it was burning from the inside out, pieces of skin igniting and flaking off.

If Mabel wasn’t so sure he was on her side, she would have been terrified.

“Bill Cipher,” the man—Azazel—greeted, appearing unaffected by the demons change in appearance. “My, my, how long has it been since we met in person? A millennia? Two? My memory’s not quite like it used to be.”

Bill growled, and when he spoke in it was in an animalistic manner involving a language she couldn’t understand.

“Language!” Azazel cut in, frowning in disapproval. “We have a lady present.” He gestured toward Mabel who was leaning as far away as she possibly could whilst still having view to the mirror.

Bill’s expression was murderous. “This isn’t the time to be messing about, you piece of shi—”

“I disagree,” Azazel cut in much to Bill’s clear aggravation. “You used to love playing games and causing havoc. Why such the spoil sport now? Is it because of her?” The man tilted his head in Mabel’s direction, a look of distaste crossing his face. “You made the mistake of turning me down Bill. I was being so nice with my earlier offer and you said no. This is all your fault, you should know I don’t handle rejection well.”

“Azazel—”

“In fact, why don’t we make a game of this?” Azazel tugged at the tie around his throat and loosened it somewhat, lips twitching into a cruel smile. “You always did admire a good treasure hunt, didn’t you? Why don’t I cut a few pieces off this toy of yours and leave them scattered across a few dimensions with clues?”

Mabel paled. “You can’t do that!” She very much liked having all her bits and pieces where they were, thank you very much!

The temperature in the room suddenly spiked significantly and was followed by an audible crack. When Mabel glanced at the mirror, she found a large break running down its center. There was no sign of Bill’s human form anymore, only a burning blue fire swallowing the entire screen whilst a single red eye glowed eerily within its center. Mabel could only watch wide-eyed as the blue flames came out of the mirror and into the jail cell, running trails of flame along the walls and ceiling. 

She took a few hasty steps back in alarm, and when she looked at Azazel he looked… surprised?

“….Colour me impressed,” he remarked. “We’re on different dimensional planes, I hadn’t thought you capable of reaching through into this one with your powers. You’ve improved substantially since our last time together.”

“You listen to me you slimy bastard,” Bill spat, voice deep and booming and Mabel winced at the intensity of it. “If I find one hair out of place on that kid, you’re fried. She’s mine and if you go anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!” 

The heat was sweltering within the room now and Mabel could feel beads of sweat dropping down her neck. Azazel was staring at the mirror, lips pressed into a tight line and hands clenched at his sides.

“Bill…?” she asked, voice tentative. 

The solitary eye snapped in her direction and Mabel flinched at the intensity of its gaze. Then, it blinked, and some of the heat in the room seemed to dissipate.

“Watch out for yourself Shooting Star, I’m coming. And stand back.”

“What? Why—”

The mirror exploded into pieces and Mabel yelped, covering her head with her arms as shards of glass swept through the cell. When she hesitantly lowered her arms a moment later, the mirror was completely shattered. The blue flames that had made their way into the cell slowly extinguished themselves, leaving behind scorch marks.

When she looked Azazel’s way, she drew in a sharp breath. Several shards of glass had embedded their way into the skin of his face. Yikes. She would have felt sorry for him if he wasn’t an evil antagonist keeping her prisoner.

However, as Mabel regarded him, she noted he looked almost disconcerted. He’d seemed surprised by Bill’s display of power, as if he hadn’t accounted for it. 

“Well then, it seems like I’ve ruffled quite a few of his feathers. How childish. He always was easy to provoke.”

She frowned. “You’re the childish one doing all of this petty stuff because he turned you down!” Hypocrite much?

Azazel flashed her a dark smile. “I don’t like being told no, Miss Pines.”

“Oh yeah? Well you wanna know what I think?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”

She jabbed a finger in his direction, pinning him with a ferocious glare she’d learned from none other than Bill. 

“My demon boyfriend is going to kick your ass!”