If my eponymous homestuck OCs ended up in Gensokyo: Ventos would try to join up with the Grassroots Youkai Network. He might adapt his activities to providing a hideout for weak youkai to stay out of Reimu's way during incidents.

Mauthe would buy wholeheartedly into Biten's LARPing and get kicked off the mountain for proselytizing in her name to Moriya Shrine visitors. Dosime would keep trying to sneak into the underground to hang out with the oni. She would do this even if this version of her was a human and not some form of creature.

Min's desire to learn danmaku so she could acquire ability cards would be thwarted by her reluctance to ever actually throw something. Maybe just follow the actual combatants around and pocket expended projectiles.

The way Sanji was so jealous that Luffy was giving another cook attention

​Luffy: mm food food food

Sanji: *stomping his foot on the ground* Stop looking at other cooks!!!!!

did i put ryan in cunty little bootcuts? yes but in my defense i only did it so i could make min-gi grab his ass

we do not have five entire books full of percy's philosophical thoughts for rick to pull this shit. if annabeth was in character, she would be looking at this architecture and consider what she'd do different (and since she's redesigning olympus, she'd maybe also consider if she'd use any designs there). her fatal flaw is hubris and it should be a staple characteristic of hers.

i wonder how zeff would've reacted to sanji's bounty poster changing to "only alive" and then later to sanji "vinsmoke" (well known former conquerors/royalty of the north blue)

whether sanji's told zeff about germa or not, zeff would be stressed OUT

drdttober day four - regret

While H:SR Kaeya's ways of having fun may look silly, and sometimes his joyous reactions may take people by surprise, there's unfortunately a sad truth that was already pointed out that explains it:

Becoming an active part of the Enigmata ''beings'' isn't always an happy experience- if at all.

Most of Kaeya's time is spent in a deeply melancholic contemplation of his mission and his destiny. There are many enemies that refuse to see his point of view and that have tried to chase or harm him, deaf to his explanations, and surely he's fated to make many more along the road. When observed closely, there's this distant expression on his face and too many thoughts in his head, and too many boulders on his shoulders. 

When there's a way to feel even a slighty spark of happiness, he'll take and indulge into it until he has to go.

Be it a silly moment shared with a friend over a jiggly pudding, or a night out with drinks and chatting while the sun rises outside of a tavern. He has learned that a night of singing his heart out at a karaoke with strangers and friends alike is just as soothing as a good night of sleep, too. He likes to bake, and is quite apt at it as long as it's not a multilayered, complicated cake, and it excites him to try how good he can do each time. He has taken up cooking too, and is passable in some dishes. He'll seize the occasion of a long travel and take pictures with his phone to show Siobhan when he's back home, or to send them to his friends. He can mix drinks quite well, and will show that talent off to anyone, if allowed to. He finds the warmth of a bonfire warding away the cold of the night enthrancing, and will watch as the embers die out and he's plunged back into darkness. He had many occasions to dance in heavy rain, content with how fresh the droplets felt on his skin and not minding being soaked after. He watches an hurricane devastate everything in his path, coming for him with the wind whipping his hair across his face, and was awestruck at the strenght of nature. 

He has seen the northern lights, and was so mesmerized by them that, for a long moment, he forgot the heaviness he carries with him.

His room, a space in the middle of nowhere, is impersonal in the decorations. His sheets are of a anonymous light blue, his closet of an anonymous brown, and his furniture is spartan and lacking. And then, there are the trinkets.

Plenty of them. Laid on every high surface he could find, on every empty shelf, on the nightstand, on the windowshill with the curtains drawn back. Little shimmering crystals, small animals with fake gemstones for eyes, funny-looking rocks, some bandaids never unwrapped but clearly given to him, coins from other planets, the littlest toy guns known to man, including colorful waterguns, soft toys to squeeze to keep the stress at bay. Rusted-over, old toy cars, clean cups, small glasses that glimmer in a sun that will never rise in the space where Kaeya's room is. All of those and more are displayed for himself to see each time he wishes to, from new and old friends he made along the way that are no longer alive.

He has a diffuser with a pleasing scent of jasmine and sandal going at all times. He has acquired a projector that shines a pre-made set of patterns that glow and move in the dark and that he could stare at for hours, laying on his bed in company or alone, feeling absolute calmness.

Kaeya's friends probably don't know how vital and necessary they are for him: in a way, they keep him sane. When they laugh with him, they make him think that the burden he has is worth carrying, if it means that they cross paths, ever once in a blue moon, and can share a moment of company or even travel together, off to adventures and places to see and explore.

Even if a person he's close to will, one day, turn against him, Kaeya will still bear no grudge and cherish the memories of their happy moments, and the camaraderie they shared before things turned for the worst.

Was bored and wanted comfort so here’s big bro Raph comforting his lil bro.

Please do not repost/steal any of my art, please and thank you💛

Myles would be the type of guy to just fangirl (in a Fowl way) over Dune or sm like. just straight analysing each scene and rereading the trilogy every night etc. etc.

And he'd lore dump to Beckett and he'd kinda be a bit indifferent (still listening intently tho ofc) but then Myles would mention the Muad'dib or the worms and he'd suddenly gain interest bc. creature

We don't look at me, we don't perceive me, we don't ask questions about why this is happening right now, we simply— accept it. But Guizhong is returning and will run on low activity, alongside Yelan who will have most of my focus still. I'll be a little picky on her (her resurrection verse will also still be around) and I will resume any threads people may still be interested in writing. So if you see a little lord of dust appear in your following list (again), know it's just little 'ole me.

so is Andrei my OC now, can I officially claim him as such at this point? Lol

i really think the otom.e rper experience is having a list of oto.mes you have yet to play and telling yourself you'll get to them, mainly bc you know youll want verses / muses in each games.

The way Sanji was so jealous that Luffy was giving another cook attention

​Luffy: mm food food food

Sanji: *stomping his foot on the ground* Stop looking at other cooks!!!!!

Their divorce ain’t even last a week hdbfb

in pjo anytime percy had a problem w a god he'd call them out and if that didn't work he stabbed them. acting like percy is subservient to the gods after pjo is wild.

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