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Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

Remus: Reggie, why do you have 57 playlists?

Regulus: I need them

Remus: fair point.

James: YOU DO NOT NEED THAT MANY.

Sirius: yes, he does.

James: why?

Remus: for all the different vibes.

James: the vibes of what?

Sirius: books, shows, people..

James: people?

Regulus: yeah, people.

i am an advocate for Big Dumb Man rights and i will not take this blatant erasure by the anime twitter users

WoF Headcannons Arc 1

Clay

He likes woodcarving and decorates his place with his carvings despite his girlfriend being perpetually on fire

He and Peril collectively have three braincells, each having one with the extra bouncing between them like a game of ping pong

He sometimes breathes a little bit of fire on himself to make sure he's still fireproof before he hugs Peril

Peril

She inexplicably hates jenga for literally no reason

She's bi (just got that vibe, yn?)

She likes drawing in burnable objects with her flamescails

Is absolutely terrified that she will accidentally burn a carving that Clay made

Tsunami

She is incredibly muscular but is also the shortest in the group other than Sunny

She likes bridal carrying Riptide and calling him babygirl

She is a master of martial arts and hosts classes for it at Jade Mountain Academy

She has an absolutely terrifying reputation outside her school but actually spoils l her students rotten

Glory

She constantly makes fun of Tsunami for being short

She also makes fun of Deathbringer for being short

She is a total weeb but is terrified that Deathbringer will find out and make fun of her (he already knows)

She REALLY likes food but tries to keep a regal image when her subjects are around

She is the most well liked queen in all of Pyriah

She is impossible to fluster

She's a top

She secretly likes meat

Deathbringer

He always exaggerates his age to try and seem cooler but is actually quite a few months younger than Glory

He is secretly in a d&d group with Kinkajou, Winter, and Qibli but is desperately trying to keep it a secret from Glory (Kinkajou told her all about it)

He loves dishing out flirty comments to Glory but is INSTANTLY flustered as soon as he gets one back

He's secretly a vegetarian

He tries to act like a flirtatious top but is very much the opposite

He is amazing at keeping secrets from literally everyone except Glory

Starflight

He is a romantic ace

He makes a podcast with Fatespeaker

He loves dancing

Despite being blind he has a wonderful memory and is able to memorize a new environment in only a few hours

He has a fear of fire for several obvious reasons and keeps his library OBSCENELY cold

Sunny

She is a lesbian

Clay is her wingman

She is terrified that she will have to inherent the throne and is begging her mother for a sibling

She has severe anxiety

She desperately wants to be a leader but is too scared that no one will listen to her

Thorn

What could I headcannon, she's perfect

Also she and Smolder are totally fucking

She also makes sure Onyx knows just to get on her nerves even more

She's also planning on adopting Qibli

Love how the four options after gay divorce are Jesus, dictator, emo, and existential horror

Wanting a romantic relationship as a (most likely) aroace not in a "If you want a girlfriend you can't be aroace, it doesn't work like that" kind of way but in a "I want someone to choose me. I want someone to choose me, day after day, for the rest of our lives, because they want to. I want to be someone's partner, I want to be someone's first pick, I want to be their favorite one. I don't want to be shunted aside in favor of husbands, wives, and kids, because our schedule changed, because we've moved on to different things. I want to be a priority. I want them to fight to keep me, I want to fight to keep them. I want to hold someone, I want to be held. I want to exist in their space, I want them in mine. I don't want to find out they mattered so much more to me than I did to them. I dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb." kind of way

Being ace in fandoms is so awkward sometimes because yeah the allos like the irredeemably evil villain who has murdered countless innocent people and experiments on children because he's conventionally attractive, what's my excuse? I like this guy for his personality. His personality is a burning truck of chemicals without a driver rolling at 220 km/h down the hill towards the daycare.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy