don’t quit your day job, Mr. GoodTimes

+ Tango and Grian behind them like:

Don’t think I ever quite said what my LGBTQ+ headcanons are for the boys, so these are my current thoughts! Always changing of course but this is what I feel most strongly right now.

[I'm sorry for your loss.] It was a long time ago. The wounds don't heal, but they become more bearable.

“It’s cold." “I know. I know, but we’re going to be alright. Do you hear me? You’re alright now. You’re going to be okay.” “I want to go home.” “We can’t go back home. We’re—we’re orphans now, remember? Nobody’s waiting for us back there.”

i imagine you have a vault of unreleased content that you don't get around to posting for relatable reasons. if you do i humbly ask that you grace me with something. anything! close your eyes and pick a file? let fate decide. if you made it i'll like it, that's the point anyway

I’ve posted some panels or pieces of these but never the entire sequence on here I don’t think, so but this is one of the only substantial things I’d say I’ve kept in a vault.

I feel like compared to my newer stuff these look super rough, but they were really good practice.

These have pesterlogs that go with them but this post is already huge so eh. This was set to occur a couple hours after Caliborn’s masterpiece, so Roxy and Dirk are talking about Halquius’s heroic sacrifice/death. Davepeta and Dirk continue that line of conversation, while Roxy is pulled into an argument about self control as I bum everyone out by reminding them that Jasprose never actual stopped being an alcoholic.

Utterly Defeated (Patreon)

Actually curious as to what people’s general opinion of Ozbert is in this year of 2023. Does shipping them equate to getting hashtag cancelled? Are they still The OTP of the series?? Or are they strictly Platonic Besties For Life. I do not know

It’s weird tho bc obviously if you’ve read the manga you KNOW their situation is very Complicated™️. When they were both the same age it was fine but then Oz got yeeted into the Abyss and time jumped 10 years forward while he was in there for like 3 days and suddenly Gil’s like. 9 years older than him. But then Uncle Oscar still classifies Oz as being 25 even tho he’s physically 15. And then we find out that Oz’s body isn’t even HIS it belongs to Jack so that’s messed up. AND we find out Gil’s actually not just 24 he’s OVER 100 years old bc Baskerville shit. And THEN we find out Oz is actually the true B Rabbit so that makes it so he’s probably even older than Gil is. When we get to the end of the series they’re both canonically confirmed to be hundred(s) of years old so I’m sitting here like. Well,

ALSO looking at these manga panels and official artworks and stuff from the anime I’m like

Well, there’s definitely SOMETHING going on there, that’s for sure,

the flash and the flood

Any info on how Dream and Cross met? Or how Cross ended up courting Dream? I dont think that was explained- Or is that part of the au not flushed out yet?

Dancing in the valley of summer and light, Dream let his wings and body guide the arrival of the sunlight and warmer winds, calling in the new season, as he’s done so many times before. His fairies sang their songs of green trees and blooming flowers, and they danced around him as their joy filled his soul with renewed energy. No matter how many times he performed this ritual, he could never tire of seeing and hearing his fairies grow full of mirth as their bodies filled with sunlight and warmth. Should he do well for another season, then they all will carry that warmth well into next spring, allowing them another chance to avoid the biting chill penetrating through their bones.

   As Dream slowly descended toward the green grass below, he came to a slow halt as he took notice of an unfamiliar figure nearby. This one, which he could only vaguely recognise as part of his own fairies – his wings bore the distinct form of a butterfly, though they were different; somewhat – sat atop a rock near the water’s edge, looking down upon his reflection with silent concentration. Feeling intrigued, Dream slowly approached to get a closer look, his wings fluttering silently behind him.

   “Hello.”

   The black and white fairy jumped, and he turned quickly to lock eyes with Dream, his wings unconsciously unfurling and opening wide as he did so. Dream’s cheeks bloomed with gold as he couldn’t help but look them over, their uniqueness captivating him. A fairy never unfurled their wings for another unless they wished to show that they were interested in them, though Dream chose to take it that he’d merely surprised the other fairy and that he would furl his wings close again; once he realised that they were on display, that is. As for now, he was staring at Dream; mesmerized.

   “Hello,” Dream said again, his voice soft and warm. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you a hybrid, by any chance?” he asked, though he slightly cringed at himself once he realised what words had left him. It was an intrusive question, one that he wasn’t expecting to be answered. Fairies usually kept it to themselves if they were hybrids, being that they often felt excluded by pure season-born fairies for being mixed, and so they tended to want to hide it.

   “… Yes,” the other fairy replied, his eye-lights becoming suspicious, though they didn’t stop staring at him. His wings remained on display.

   “Oh!” He exclaimed, making the other fairy jump again. “That’s so interesting! I’ve always found hybrids to be so lovely and sweet, and they sure have an advantage by being able to withstand and take energy from more than one season!” he happily chirped, trying to lighten the mood a little. The other fairy frowned and finally turned his eye lights away, choosing instead to stare at the ground.

   “Or it makes you struggle no matter what season it is, with summer being too hot, and winter being too cold,” he said, and his frown deepened.

   Dream slightly withdrew as he started to feel terrible for bringing up something he shouldn’t have in the first place. He gently brought himself down to the ground, and he kept his wings open as he now stood on the grass, trying to make the other fairy feel more comfortable.

   “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t really mean to bring it up. I just… I just thought you were pretty. The touch of summer and winter really suits you,” he said, smiling nervously. The compliment seemed to work, for the other fairy’s cheeks lit up in a gorgeous display of purple hues, and his mouth formed into an embarrassed frown, replacing the mournful one.

   “I’m not pretty,” he mumbled.

   “Oh, I’m sorry you think so, but I think you are.”

   “…” The fairy said nothing, but his blush deepened.

   “May I ask what your name is?”

   “… it’s Cross.”

   Dream smiled and took a few steps closer to him, making it so Cross couldn’t resist but look up at him again. He didn’t know it, but Cross’ soul had begun to beat wildly within his chest.

   “Hello, Cross. I am Dream, the Firstborn fairy of summer. I am delighted to meet such a lovely fairy such as yourself,” he greeted and held out his hand. “I hope we may become good friends; with time.” Dream expected Cross to take his hand and lightly grasp it in greeting, but instead, it was delicately held before a tender kiss was placed upon its knuckles. Dream’s wings lightly shook with surprise, and he watched Cross with wide sockets. Gone was the shy demeanour, and instead, there was a determined gaze of admiration, and… and something else.

   “I am glad to have met you. I only came here to have a moment to think, and… and I hadn’t expected to meet with another Firstborn, but… I am happy that it was you,” Cross said, his voice betraying the nervousness he was feeling. His wings stretched out behind him, nearly obscuring the sun, and forcing Dream to glance their way again. Now, as sunlight embraced their surface, Dream could distinctly see specks of purple decorate the white and black pattern, giving them a distinct appearance.

   They are so beautiful, he thought.

   Dream’s own wings unconsciously stretched a little further, and Cross’ eye-lights immediately brightened at the sight of it, though his face remained unchanged.

   “O- oh, you charm me,” Dream said, unable to hold back a flattered giggle. Cross still held his hand atop his own. Dream couldn’t help but take notice, though he chose to not comment on it. Cross’ larger hand felt… It felt nice, strong, and secure.

   Whilst Dream was busy thinking of how he felt about Cross’ current presence, the hybrid in question couldn’t quite help but let his eye lights roam over the Firstborn fairy of summer. Petite body with soft hips and small breasts. The sight of it made his blush deepen. Dream did apparently favour transparent dresses, for nothing was left up to the imagination. It wasn’t quite as common with the winter fairies, who instead favoured sturdy armour and warm clothes they’d forged, built, and knitted with their immaculate skill; he himself even brandished a supportive corset with armour and a soft cloak to complete the outfit – though with the arrival of the summer heat, it was beginning to almost feel sweltering, or was that something else? Either way, Cross had been raised to be more like the fairies under Error’s care, but he’s always felt a small pull towards the valley of the summer fairies, and now as he looked upon Dream, with his transparent silken dress, golden diadem, and delicate wings, he found himself feeling… pleasantly warm, as though a fire not unlike the one in his forge had kindled within him. It was either the high sun that caused it, or it was the way Dream smiled so beautifully at him. He thought himself unsure of the correct answer, but a part of him knew what he was feeling, and how much his wings refused to relax and furl down again.

   Cross released Dream’s hand and stood up, noticing how he stood taller than the firstborn fairy of summer. He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks bloom with heat once again.

   “I must go,” he said, looking down as Dream’s eye lights connected with his own. They were unlike any other he had ever seen before. “I… I hope I may have the pleasure to meet you again.”

Dream’s smile grew bright, and he took both of Cross’ hands into his own, leaning closer.

“Of course! I’d love nothing more!”

Music: ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Day 4

Now with Jade! And also Sam i guess /silly

...because any moment may be our last. everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.

yusuke's big ol doe eyes

bonus (SICKENING!!!!!):

Hello, do you think is possible that we will get a FITF live album? Louis and the band sound so good on tour.

they doooo! I love Steve's arrangements and additions to the songs so much! Honestly I have no idea; on the one hand it seems like Louis might be more focused on moving towards new stuff, like we are still in FITF mode but by the time it came out he had had it forever and now he's well into LT3 and probably feeling more excited about those new songs and sounds; on the other hand he is very good at working the industry stuff and all the angles and it's basically free money, right? He has said FITF was a further step towards the sound he wants most rather than the finish line, so it's possible that as happened with Walls as he works more on the new one he is getting less enthused about sharing the old stuff; but I think adding Steve's arrangements and just moving away from some of the songs seems to have lessened that this time around, so maybe that isn't a factor. Here's the thing though: the only way it would happen or make sense I think would be if it was recorded pretty recently, like one of the UK shows; the show was still being tweaked and gelled and cooking until then. But if they wanted to make vinyl (and surely they would? fancy double vinyl of live albums is SUCH a thing), that is very very long process of waiting around these days. First you have to get lacquers made (this is the physical thing that the recording is cut into that all the records are duplicates of- if you want quality it has to be more or less handmade by an artisan) but one of the two places left in the world that made those burnt to the ground in 2020 so there's a super long wait time on that. Then it just has to get made; but there are basically ten large scale factories left (again, in the WORLD) that press records so that also has a very long wait time... so it would take forever and the thing is I think we're getting LT3 in the late fall/ early winter (I bet he's using this month to finish it up so it can begin this lengthy process). So I kind of don't think so, like I guess they could do a CD/ cassette/ digital only in late spring and make so much money, and it would be fun, but who knows. Either way, I just hope Louis has Steve do some production work on LT3, I like his sounds and ideas a lot, and that he keeps him around to do his tours forever!

"One day when I was a young boy on holiday in Uberwald, I was walking along the bank of a stream when I saw a mother otter with her cubs. A very endearing sight, I'm sure you will agree, and even as I watched, the mother otter dived into the water and came up with a plump salmon, which she subdued and dragged onto a half-submerged log. As she ate it, while of course it was still alive, the body split and I remember to this day the sweet pinkness of its roes as they spilled out, much to the delight of the baby otters who scrambled over themselves to feed on the delicacy. One of nature's wonders, gentlemen: mother and children dining upon mother and children. And that's when I first learned about evil. It is built into the very nature of the universe. Every world spins in pain. If there is any kind of supreme being, I told myself, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior."

--Lord Vetinari, Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett

"Once Upon a Studio is just nostalgia bait so you'll forget Disney's company bullshit!"

People being happy to see their favorite characters doesn't magically make them forget the sins of a mega-corporation, especially not this one.

Trust me, a significant majority of Disney fans know that the studio creating stories that have touched a lot of peoples lives is also deeply screwed up.

I remember why I stopped reading this fic oh my god