Oh also I scratched myself in sleep 😑

Not a big one luckily,hey! At least I didn't bite my lip this time °v° So I was dreaming I had a VERY IMPORTANT exam to take after graduation and I guess I started fidgeting and just gave myself a ✨scratchy scratch✨

happy mother's day lmfao

bonus (the girls are fightiiing):

the state of my mental health tbh

insomnia? do u mean my true crime podcast time

straight up

We keep talking about jealous Buck and how Eddie is going to assure him he's not being replaced but how about we talk about jealous Buck and how that makes Eddie feel?? Can you imagine, if that's what gets Eddie going?? Like, he's over there thinking fuck, this man is literally so hot for me he's going feral because I'm friends with some dude. Can you imagine Eddie liking this side of Buck? Liking the fact that someone loves him enough that they're getting possessive of him? And even as he assures Buck (which he always will), he can't help but think he wouldn't mind Buck being jealous over him again and staking a claim on him? Like, he's Buck's and Buck is his. There's nothing or no-one who can change that but the thrill that shoots up his spine at the thought of Buck staking a claim on him makes him go oh, O H. No one has ever fought for him before. Shannon chose to leave (twice) and Ana didn't even put up a fight (not that he wanted to but still) and here is Buck, they're not even together and he's all bothered by this guy who's apparently getting too chummy with Eddie and while everyone doesn't think twice about leaving Eddie behind, here is Buck, choosing Eddie, fighting for him, getting jealous and possessive over him, to keep him in his life and fuck if that doesn't make Eddie feel all kinds of thrilled.

I am sitting down on the number block carpet I want to hear about him

Bob is an eldritch monster (I've just been calling their species Worldeaters, I don't have any plans to change the name) that eats planets and rocks in general (Stars too but that's a rare snack).

He was laid on Earth sometime during the end of Precambrian Era. And hatched a year BEFORE the Cambrian Era officially started. His parents kind of just left him there (due to their species they can't exactly stay with him, they do visit sometimes though!) with a babysitter so he wont be completely alone growing up.

Bob's just kind of vibing on Earth until he reaches maturity :)

I kept thinking about how the rampart scene will happen with mochi bagginshield and-

Yeah mochi thorin felt guilty.

They made up after though :)

Judging by the neatly lined up toy soldiers in his room, Syril probably worshipped troopers as heroes as a child and believed the empire was good and that following its rules was the right thing to do. But he doesn't actually want to blindly follow this system, it doesn't fit him, he feels the need to improve it. He sees its errors.

He inspects, analyzes, and draws his conclusions. He bends the rules to his liking and tailors them. Like his mother, he snoops around. This certainly doesn't endear him to the empire, because they don't want anyone who steps out of line and questions them. Syril is not a perfect cog in the system or a soldier, but a sleuth. An unrestrained tracking dog that sticks his nose into things that are none of his business. So much so that when he picks up a scent, he must follow it. He just can't help himself.

This becomes evident when Syril looks at Cassian Andor's face before going to bed - it's a holoprojector image file that he's not really supposed to have, since he was ordered to turn in everything related to the case after he was fired. He's obsessed, he *needs* to chase Andor. Otherwise he'd lose his sense of self. Syril, to me, is not a classic villain who's seeking revenge. He's seeking approval. Like a dog that wants a treat. Praise. A pat on the head and someone to tell him, "good boy". And in the end it doesn't matter who says it.

Dagon was relaxing in their usual hotspring. Their eyes were closed, but they could tell that Michael just teleported nearby. The angel spoke shortly after.

"We have to talk."

"i'm listening."

"I would prefer to have you standing in front of me and being able to look you into the eyes, when talking to you."

Dagon let out a sight and swam towards Michael. Once he reached the edge he placed his hands in front of him in the snow and pushed themself up. Dagon kept their sight low as they placed his right foot next to his hand and stood up. Taking their time, while the hot water was dripping of them and hot steam was raising from their skin. Scales glistering, Dagon raised his head and locked eyes with Michael.

"Not so much looking into my eyes now, are we?"

"We are literally locking eyes, Dagon. Please put something on."

"Of course. Are we talking business or....?"

"Strictly business."

"Right, okay."

Dagon leaned down to grab his red sash lying on top of his cloths. They put it over their head. Even made sure there were no wrinkles. Gotta look representable. It was the only thing they put on.

"The Grand Duke of hell is ready for the audience with Supreme Archangel Michael."

Michael mumbles something what sounds awfully close to "Stopping Armageddon might have been a mistake"

my incredible ability to sleep nearly* an entire 36 hours is the only way i can recoup my spoons for the next week. id love to find another alternative but here we are

due to things lining up Horribly, no stream this weekend! and maybe not the next, either!

Last night i had a dream that like serval started brewing wine in her workshop n had like a secret illegal brewery n i helped her make wine n sell it without the silvermane's noticing so im literally gonna put that in a fic

Who in my hotel is responsible for this text on the soap dispenser and why do they write fanfic prompts

I wanna thank my irl friends who follow me here and also my beloved mutuals as well as followers who still send me kind messages and try to interact with me and my stuff even if I'm bad at doing it myself.

Honestly, things haven't been that great with me lately, so... it means a lot to me. Honestly. <3

daily whistlepaw until ah becomes PoV day 1167

I think I finally understand how people feel when around a crush, can't say I enjoy it