no reflection needed.

Waiting for God is like... You're expecting a guest. You haven't seen them in ages. You know they're coming, although you forget the exact time. And you don't need to impress them—they'd probably sleep on the floor, but why wouldn't you give up your bed? And it's not clean enough and you don't have matching curtains and they're not gonna care because they love you but you'll still probably do your best. Scrub the counter, at least. So you try to stay up to greet them but they're late or you were wrong about the day and you keep dozing off. All you really have to do is be at home when they knock and you'll wake up and figure everything out when they get here—but who wants to answer the door half-asleep? And you can probably get a few more things done while you're waiting. You can light a candle—that's welcoming, right?

So maybe you stay up doing dishes or maybe you give up and go to bed, but the knock makes you jump either way. It's light outside when you let them in, and that's not right, it can't be morning already. The windows are dark. Anyway, you're pouring them tea and apologizing for the mess and you realize they're not a guest at all—they live here, actually. Have your whole life. They probably make your lunch every day. Your house isn't yours at all, now that they're here, now that they've arrived and always been here. It's been yours, plural, yours together, and isn't it lovely that you don't have to worry about the curtains matching anymore? They've already seen them and chosen to stay every time.

There's another knock at the door. They arrive and you pour them tea. You get some sleep. You stop being surprised when your lunch is ready to go. You're expecting a guest. They make themselves at home; they are at home; they've been making themselves a home.

Your days are spent opening the door. They've been gone for so long; how could they have left you; why are they always forgetting to use a coaster and leaving icy circles on the wooden table; why can't you have any privacy in this house; you can't find them anywhere; this is only home when they're here; they keep arriving and you keep making tea do you think they'll ever get tired of tea do you they'll get tired of you opening the door half asleep do you think they're secretly annoyed by the mismatched curtains

Someone knocks on the door. You are interrupted. You keep forgetting you're expecting a guest. You were hoping they'd come and interrupt you. Someone knocks on the door. You're awake. You always make enough tea for two.

Eventually someone doesn't knock on your door. You find them on your doorstep waiting. You've been expecting a guest. The windows of your house are open all the time now, even though it's dark and cold, and you make your home some tea. It's never cold inside, as if opening the door let in warm air instead of cool. The candle you lit has been burning without getting smaller. You can't remember why you used to be surprised, why waiting was frantic. You wash the dishes because that's the next thing to do; because you wash the teacup of your not-guest like it's the chalice of a king.

One day you don't have a door anymore. You can see through the walls of your house and the whole galaxy spreads out before you. They're expecting a guest. You walk outside. The universe makes you tea.

A little flying-fish Grian for your troubles!

More fish Grians! Yippee!

Obey Me! Demonic Romance Headcanons:

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Demons have oil glands in their wrists. They use this, alongside saliva, to mark things they consider theirs. Rooms, objects and even people can be marked. Demons do this casually and often, not finding it unusual at all. The oil is produced instinctively and is a tacky, hard to wash off substance. It will stain white clothing. A demons saliva, in comparison to a humans, is sticky, thick and clear.

Demons, when courting, will do many unusual things. Such as leaving small gifts for the person of interest; shiny stones, colorful feathers, carved trinkets, tasty snacks and sometimes Grimm. The next step would be giving a scent marker to their person, in the form of a clothing item usually. Something soft and wearable. Then, scent marking the person themselves. This is usually as far as a demon/demon relationship can go, but the much rarer demon/human relationship can go as far as making permanent pacts.

Demons, after pacting with a human, become immensely territorial. This is due to the new and intense sense of protectiveness they feel towards their master and seeing them usually passed out and weakened. The demon will whisk away their incapacitated human to their room and guard them for the duration of their venom inflicted malaise. Very powerful demons will have marginally better control over themselves during this time period, even to the point of allowing doctors to see to their new master, but it varies demon to demon.

Demons with a certain predisposition, will experience a dramatic change in personality and morals when they see a potential human master. They will become manipulative, possessive and in the most extreme cases, homicidal. After making a pact with their human master though, these traits diminish if not completely go away. However, if it takes too long to pact properly, these traits may become permanent. This corruptive condition is very rare however, with only a dozen or so cases being recorded.

Demons, after the honeymoon phase of creating a pact, will go mostly back to normal. They will however be left with a great need to be around their master, be the center of their attention, receive praise and physical reassurance and in some cases, crave being commanded. It doesn’t change the core personality of the demon themselves, but will alter it slightly to better serve their new master. This is one of the reasons why demons avoid humans, outside of corrupting their souls or eating them. The risk of attachment is too great to mess around with them for long.

This morning I woke up with a word in my head; it seemed from the dream to be super important. I don't remember why now, only that it was me saying the word to another self. It was vital enough that when I woke up I wrote it down somewhere I'd see it later. The word, which doesn't actually exist, is "enthecophaeus".

Now, it's not a real word, but I did study classics in school and I have enough Greek to recognize it when I dream it, so I broke it down into its likely components: en, theco, and phaeus.

En, I believe, means in or at, and indicates a fixity of place. Theco I was less solid on but the internet says it's a latinized version of a word meaning a case or sheath. Phaeus I was actually familiar with, it indicates darkness, although I think it's mostly to do with pigmentation of orchids and butterflies.

Still, taken in whole it means either a dark container, darkness contained, or my personal favorite, sheathed in darkness.

So enjoy that cryptic prophecy. May Apollo's red dodgeball make all things clear in time.

Zoo Tycoon - Food & Gifts 🧸🍔

Aaaand I've managed to finish it on time by the end of christmas season / on time for orthodox one? Happy ugly sweater season anyway regardless what you celebrate.

Main idea here is that they are having great holiday marathon of old spy films curated by Nat. Also she and Bucky are providing reality check for the dumb shit happening while giving lived through examples of reality being even stupider sometimes ;P

Also I headcanon (does it count as a headcanon if it's my drawing?idk) that either after last year sweater fiasco few aunts in Sam's quite big family decided to fix that while taking inspiration from their superhero costumes. Or that actually Bucky took up knitting because it requires a lot of repetitive and very precise hand movements and it helps him notice when his hand may need a tune up.

Clear lineart version is here and there is a close up below the cut ;)

brushbug magic! 

ship of fools by IlliterateReader

Summary:

“Zuzu? Are you still there?” And oh, Azula’s probably, definitely real. She’s not at his right. His sister is in front of him, regal as ever except for the burning missive flaring blue in her left hand.

or

Azula snuck on his ship. Good morning Zuko, welcome to your new banished life.

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Reason to Live #9393

  Being at a place where I can afford to get my friends ‘just because’ gifts. – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

Some tags responding to my recent poll presented a dilemma of interpretation:

Thankfully the AU has both options covered so we’re good

Oh, how much i want to really hug him right now

His scent would be comforting for me.

No matter how many times i cry, hell is always here. When will it end?

Wips are delayed for days. School is terribly rushing us, especially with numerous group activites. And im stressing out cuz its either my parents would or wouldnt allow me to go to a classmate's house for the purpose of practice and mv shooting.

Im sorry I'll be delaying a bit, tho i will try to post or do any of my wips as much as i can.

Current wips:

Smiling critters bigger bodies logo

Smiling critters' bags

Full body of BBI KC

And an ask for KC

Ive been pretty sure that i wont be happy to my bday this year and it seems i was correct, or possibly not too cuz its still not the day yet. Still, i wont be able to enjoy the food much due to our fucking school, school and school. I hate this hell and the government's pretty much rushing us all students as well as the teachers.

Christmas shopping is DONE ✔️

Wyman Manderley had to have been a younger son unexpected to become heir and trained to take up The Law because im sorry but finding a LOOPHOLE to escape divine punishment for breaking 2 of the biggest taboos in your society is such a lawyer-y thing to do