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Ranboo Headcanons!

-Very tall and thin, his proportions are just normal enough that when you look at him you can’t tell why he creeps you out. Long fingers that end in sharp points, with focus he can make the claw tips dull.

-Wears his black and white split mask because he is super self conscious about his mouth. He’s got sharp fangs that poke out of his mouth and his mouth is super big(think Glasgow Smile) and kinda jagged. When agro his jaw stretches open, his mouth opens all the way and towards the end of his mouth strips of skin cross over the lips but you can see through the gaps.

-Very round eyes, like an owl. Pupils like a cat. When agro the pupils become slit shaped and glow very brightly.

-Long twin tails, the tails split about and inch or two from the base. Fluff covered ends, like a lion.

-During Techno’s angsty teen travels, he finds lil Ranboo and teaches him how to fight. Ranboo’s crown was a gift from Techno. But due to the incident that screwed up Ranboo’s memories(is the incident canon still? Never can tell with the SMP), Ranboo doesn’t remember Techno and due to Techno’s own angsty backstory he doesn’t want to get attached to people so he never brings it up.

-Because I Headcanon the Ender Pearl as an Enderman’s heart(like embedded in the chest, acting like the heart), Ranboo has either an Ender Pearl for a heart or the Ender Pearl is embedded in it.

-Real!Ranboo confirmed that when C!Ranboo cries it hurts him because water, also C!Ranboo doesn’t have eyelids. So C!Ranboo has a couple handkerchiefs in his suit pockets to wipe away the tears before they can sting his skin, or too badly at least.

I was drawing Ranboo and had this sudden strike of inspiration.

so i had an idea for an AO3 fic. Modern superhero/villan/superpowers AU where Owen, Krow, and Apo are roommates. Owen has the power of metal manipulation, Apo can control plants, and Krow has two powers; one being the ability to control and travel through shadows and be able to hide its demon features [horns, claws, tail] which most people assume the opposite of; that it’s second power is to turn into a demon. Apo is a vigilante, Owen is a hero, and Krow is kind of a morally grey character; it helps people in need but also does small crimes like theft and arson on abandoned buildings; the hero organization classifies it as a vigilante tho. they all try (and fail) to hide their identities from each other, so it’s very comical how sus one of them can act and the other two are way too tired to notice. more later, is getting late. byeeee o/

So, we know modern domesticated, (and even some wild!) animals enjoy being petted.

The question is. How far back in the history of evolution does this trait go?

What dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals would have loved a good head rub?? Which ones would have flopped over for some under-the-chin scritches??? Would some of them have headbutted you to ask for more affection like a cat??? Did some make happy sounds, like purring???

This is information I need. I need to know. Animals today exhibit these behaviors so it's pretty likely they could have done so in the past too!!

The idea of them being affectionate towards each other as well (as opposed to how they're often portrayed hunting/fighting/being scary) makes me happy too. I desperately wish we could see how they behaved.

I wonder how many eras of Earth's natural history have been completely lost just because they didn't make a visible mark on the planet.

I wonder how many species have been forever lost to time only because they never fossilized or left behind and traces of their existence.

Who knows what incredible, terrifying, or seemingly alien forms of life once called this planet home, that we'll never know once existed?

Ancient life is incredible. It makes me sad to know that so many species of flora and fauna and everything in between will never be known. Things so odd they seem straight out of movies.

Life and evolution are just so incredible, and deserve so much more appreciation than they get.

There's like, so many things I wanna do in life.

I want to find fossils and prep them for display.

I want to write a children's book.

I want to make my own comic.

I want to write my own novels.

I want to try voice acting.

I want to try acting acting.

I want to make ceramics.

Why does there have to be so many interesting things you can do in life, so many things that I wanna try, but I still can't settle on an actual career???

The thought that dinosaurs and other prehistoric life forms were at one point truly alive and roaming the earth and just behaving no different from any other living thing today just makes me so happy.

I don't even know if happy is the right word, I just couldn't possibly describe the type of amazement I get from thinking about it, I can't put words to it.

Like, these were real living creatures, they aren't from fantasy or mythology.

They breathed and ate and slept and did all sorts of normal animal things, because they were normal! Not some bloodthirsty monsters, they just did what they had to to survive, just like modern day animals.

Looking at the fossils I have in my collection and really thinking about it just amazes me. My little fish, at one point, was swimming around in the water with all the other fish, except this was millions of years ago. It's a little piece of the past, frozen in time, letting people today have even just the smallest glimpse of things that happened so long ago that we'd otherwise have no idea about.

It just, amazes me that at one point, all these creatures that, by comparison to today's life, are so strange or creepy or alien or whatever were once just the norm. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary to see a huge beast of a reptile looming ominously in a forest, or a flying creature far more deadly looking than today's birds of prey soaring through the air, or just, whatever the hell was going on in the Cambrian period, and it was all normal.

I know I'm just repeating myself a lot but wow I just get all sorts of feelings when I think about this stuff

Fuck man the past is so cool

It’s 4am and I can’t sleep, I keep thinking about this complex relationship lamb has with nari and how I wanna either write it down or draw it????

I did decide to call my lamb Bal later on Mainly because they become demon god fused with ichor

My kink is to watch them suffer 💦

And to have rough raw sex that’s so toxic they become addicted to it

Late at night, when everyone's sleeping tight, I act drunk, drinking my bitter tears with hard music on my mind. I wait until everything feels alright, then slowly drift off to sleep without a fight.

Head held high, conquering the skies, yet I fear to look into your eyes.

The night has come closer, replacing the unknown people with the known darkness.

Sometimes I feel like my feed is going off the tracks and I just go for a post hunt where I actively search for re-blogs material.

For i am a shepherd and I decided to cover my thoughts in the finest of wool.

Finally got around to building the HG Gundvolva last night and its genuinely one of my favorite grunt units so far!

Extremely easy build with minimal stickers and excess. The only thing the Gundvolva can't store on the suit are the actual beams of the beam sabers which is a non issue.

Can't wait to go back through and detail it to really make the panel lines pop and make a grunt look like a mainline mobile suit.

i had written this at 3am last night and i just thought that it was a nice description of sleep, so i’m deciding to post it here

sleep feels like a hug from a loving parent. and though sometimes you try to resist it, you fall into its embrace in the end. soft and dark, you feel all it’s harsh edges and it scares you a little, thinking of what it could do. but you know it will be alright, because sleep will always be there for you. and it will always greet you warmly. and no matter how hard you resist it, no matter how little you get. it’s always there, just waiting for you to come back to it. even if it is just to lightly graze it’s skin. it will be most thankful though, of when you embrace it fully, wrap both arms around it, squeeze gently, and hold onto it for a while. it will wrap an arm around your back, a hand placed gently on your head, it’s chin rested on your hair, gently nuzzled. sleep will always try and be gentle with you. because it needs you as much as you need it, you just don’t realise it. i need sleep. bad. i need it badly. and i’m ready to slip into it’s warm embrace. i love you sleep, thank you for being there. goodnight.

Cloudless moon-lit night tonight where I live. Spent probably good 20 minutes wrapped in my blanket outside, in the cold just admiring up at the sky. Many times I've embarrassingly unsuccessfully tried to put into words just what exactly looking up at the moon makes me feel, what it does to me really. It's a painful cliche, but the feeling is very akin to inspiration for me, and maintaining my dignity as a writer really the most I dare to try explain here. It really is no wonder to me that the moon has through out human history been such a universal object of worship. If it's beauty is able to make me, a person living in the 21st century, where every scientific aspect regarding the moon's allure has been thoroughly researched snd deciphered, feel just so inspired time and time again, I wonder what kind of effect it had to the average neolithic hunter-gatherer for example, to whom the moon was a complete mystery and its mystique completely unshrouded.

Late Night Wishing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey.”

The stars were bright but I couldn’t see them. Maybe I should have gotten glasses. Who would schedule the appointment?

“Yeah?”

My voice felt weird. I hadn’t spoken out loud in a while, it was tiring. It felt scratchy in the back of my throat, I needed a glass of water too. He took a smoke from my pocket and mirrored my habit.

“Why are you up here?”

The fabric of his jacket made swishing noises when it brushed against mine. His fit him but mine was too big. Maybe he couldn’t see how big i actually was under all the layers. maybe he couldn’t see me at all. This was a dream.

“Couldn’t sleep”

He looked at me like he always did. I responded with no more words, waiting as per usual. I was a liar but he never pushed it. When would he? When it’s too late? or will he just leave?

“Aren’t the stars pretty?”

I loved the stars. I always lived looking at them. I should get glasses.

“I can’t see them”

I hate when the voices around me fade because I cannot stop wondering if i even matter.

The Tsunami falls apart when your lips meet mine.

If I were to tell you all that hurts, if I were to open all my scars again, Oh darling would you let me bleed in your hands?

I hear the whispers of your thoughts, even when you stutter I know what you feel.

Look at me and let me read your eyes. I'll let you haunt my dreams.

Sweet Dreams

Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Lilia was certainly strange, visiting you out of the blue- saying things you could easily mistake for something loving. Truly, he was peculiar. Yet, it wasn't yet another prank- he had his reasons. After all, he couldn't see you suffer. Thus, he didn't let you suffer. With a sweet song and a bit of magic, you were lulled into his comforting arms.

TW: None, just fluff! (a little bittersweet at the end though, maybe-)

A serene morning; raven's cawing outside, Grim yawning as he clings to you, and the ghosts chattering outside your room. This was the usual for Ramshackle mornings, well except for the questionable singing outside. You'd just awoken, lashes fluttering open as you tried to pry Grim off of you. You sighed as his form wouldn't budge, sleepy rambles of tuna spilling from his mouth.

You stretched your tired body trying to accommodate to the chilly morning. Still, what was that strange noise- no, singing outside? It wasn't ghastly, quite the opposite actually. it sounded as though someone was singing lullabies- whoever it was must've been confused about the time of day, it was clearly morning.

Raising a brow in confusion you woke grim up who huffed angrily and complained about how lovely his dream was.

"Huh!? My tuna! W-where is my tuna and my servants!?" Grim exclaimed before you picked him up by the scruff.

"It was a dream, Grim. We have stranger things to worry about than tuna and you having servants." You said nonchalantly, a yawn escaping your lips.

"There's someone singing something outside." You spoke to wish Grim's ears twitched as if he was trying to listen.

"Henchman, you're right! But why're they singin' a lullaby in the morning?" Grim asked, his paw's rising up to jab you- commanding you to let him go. You sighed as you released him- he etched towards the nearest window to go peek at who was outside, and yell at them to stop.

"There's nothin' here." he said, to which you responded with a raised brow. You began to march over to the window too, certainly there was someone or something outside- music didn't just spawn without a source.

"What do you mean there's nothing? There has to be someone-" He was right, no one was outside neither was there something that could generate music. You and Grim glanced at each other in confusion then looked outside the window once more, in sync.

Out of the blue, a head popped up in front of you- upside down.

"Good morning, how's the day for you two?" You both only shrieked in response, backing away from the window- you swore your heart thumped three times faster. That is until you realized, that was Lilia and not one of the ghosts playing a prank on you- it didn't make the ache on your bum any better from falling down though.

"Lilia!? Why are you- what are you doing here," You said, quickly pausing to glance at the old clock to check the time before continuing. "at seven in the morning?" You asked with a huff, Grim nodding at your side- both your and Grim's arms crossed in sync, to which Lilia heartily laughed. He quickly got off your roof and began to float outside your window- this wasn't the morning you were expecting and you did mind, sort of.

"Well I merely thought it would be a lovely idea to visit you, isn't that what you do with loved ones?" He said, his tone filled with mischief and a cheeky warmth. At his mention of 'loved ones' your cheeks flared up, a wide-eyed stare following suit. Nevertheless, you brushed it off, realizing that he could very well mean a dear friend.

That stung.

"Not by scaring them first thing when they wake up, anyways-" You began after composing yourself, only to be cut off by Grim.

"Hey, were you the one singin' outside?"

"I certainly was, good ears." He winked before continuing once more. "I thought it would be a lovely gift for the prefect. I've heard that singing for the one you love is a form of endearment, no?" With that, he disappeared with another, cheekier, wink.

Grim simply nodded, still half-asleep- you did too, for a second that is, until you realized what he said. His words played in your mind: 'the one you love'. A soft blush coated your face yet you said nothing. You probably misunderstood him, he meant friend- that was it for sure. You should stop getting these wried thoughts.

Just a friend. Right?

A sigh escaped your lips as you got ready for classes, Grim draped across the couch as he napped for a while.

After your classes, the Adeuce duo's shenanigans, random tasks from Crowley, reminders that overblots could still take place, and Grim's constant yapping about tuna- you were simply tired.

You were ready to go back to ramshackle, climb into bed and not get up till late- mainly because there were no classes tomorrow, you couldn't remember why. With a tired smile you left a talkative Grim at Heartslabyul for the night as you treaded for Ramshackle yourself, ready to plop onto your bed and forget everything that took place around you.

The urge to just disappear from all your problems.

Upon entering Ramshackle, you felt so comfortable- not like you normally didn't, but there was something different. You weren't sure exactly what it was, but your dusty old room- it felt mystic. It was as if someone or something magical has visited your room, blessing it it with a sweet sleep spell. You were tired, yes, but rather than groggily falling asleep, you felt as if you were lulled to sleep.

As if someone was singing you a lullaby, cradling you in comforting arms.

Tired eyes fluttered, struggling to stay awake, scared to miss something- someone. A small yawn escaped your lips as you began to fall from the need to sleep.

Endearing.

Before you could fall on the hard ground, a pair of arms caught you- a cheeky smile etched onto Lilia's lips as he held your sleeping from. A soft sigh released as he continued to sing, only now actually entering your chambers. After all, what kind of lover would let his beloved fall?

A sweet hum left his lips as he finished his song, his arms cradling you one last time before placing you on your bed. A soft kiss was planted on your forehead, a kiss to keep away nightmares.

He'd felt wrong in the past, entering your chambers as he cradled you to sleep- his beloved crying in his arms. It could be immoral to enter someone's room, yet how could he leave? Nightmares plagued you every single night, Grim noticed too- thus clinging to you in desperation to comfort you, when sleeping at Ramshackle.

With no choice left, A sleeping spell was cast in the dorm by Lilia, ever since the day he noticed how these horrid dreams affected you. You'd toss and turn, cry and mumble in sleep. Maybe fear from overblots? Perhaps homesickness? Or maybe it was pure lonlieless.

Whatever it was, Lilia was there- whether you realized it or not. A soft, blessed, tune to sing you to sleep.

As his usual night routine went, tucking you to bed and leaving- he propped himself up from your bed as he prepared to return back to Diasomnia. Yet, a soft tug at his sleeve stopped him; an incoherent mumble from your lips as your brows furrowed- still asleep.

Therefore, a kiss was placed on your lips- a spell.

Now your nightmares were his to keep, a gift in his eyes- for as long as you didn't suffer, he'd remain content.

Before leaving, he sung one last song.

"Sweet dreams"

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Note 3: Just realized I spelt his name wrong- fixed it.

TWST Rambles #1

Random thought but like why does Leona and Malleus' rivarly/whatever the word is for this- remind me of draco malfoy and harry potter. Like idk much abt harry potter but why does Leona remind me of draco and Malleus of harry (kinda).

"Draco: POTTER"

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Leona: LIZARD LOOK I'M BETTER AT POTIONS THAN YOU HAH

Malleus: Son of a beast- It's not a competition (It is)

ORRRRRRR

Leona: LIZARD LOOK AT HOW REFINED I AM UNLIKE YOU I DON'T HAVE HORNS

Malleus: My horns are far more refined than your ghastly ears, thank you very much

ORRRRRRRRR

Leona: LIZARD I'LL BE WINNING THE SPELLDRIVE TOURNAMENT THIS TIME ROUND

Malleus: *Does that hot smirk thing* Oh yeah? We shall see about that.

*After the competition (malleus won)*

Malleus: It's true, you're just all bark no bite

Leona: ......

Leona: fuck u IM GONNA GO NAP

LIKEEEEE SOMETHING???? ANY CORRELATION OR IS IT JUST ME???

why do i feel like leona just wants to be frnds with malleus but is bitching and moaning abt it cuz he like got rejected/malleus didn't get the memo cuz leona also never straight up told him. (They're both too arrogant sometimes which is a given cuz they're so high in status)

but just my opinon

Fickle

Note: Inspo from @isuckatwritingsobenice

Love, that was what you had with them, a new beginning, a new lifestyle, a new chapter to your old miserable life. They'd given you hope, a shoulder to cry on, someone to love, and a promise.

To spend together forever.

Everything you had to offer was given to them on a silver platter, all your care and devotion embracing them with loyalty.

Treating them like a jewel came naturally to you, they were so precious to you after all.

It wasn't bold to say that they meant everything to you.

Then why?

Why did they want to end it all?

Why did they want to breakup?

Were you not good enough?

If so, you'd change.

Did you make a mistake?

If so, then you'd apologize a thousand times if not more.

Were you being too clingy?

If so, you'd give them space.

Were you being too distant?

If so, you'd give them all the time in the world.

Yet, they denied it all, something about how it was nothing on your part, and how times were just tough.

Your eyes glistened, pretty droplets falling to the ground, your lips parting as your breathing quickened.

Yet, the event straight out of a nightmare only continued to grace you, feeling as a boulder had fallen on top of you.

They stated how they'd simply lost feelings.

"It happens love, things change, times change. I'm sorry dear, but it's better we end it right here and right now. There's no use in clinging to something that was never real."

But it was real, to you it was.

This relationship meant the world to you, this relationship was your source of joy, it was the only thing you believed was truly yours. But right now, it felt as if it wasn't, as if it never was yours. As if they were never yours, not now, not then, and not ever.

Yet, what hurt most was how they still called you "love", yet this time around, you could hear how empty those words actually were. You could feel how meaningless this relationship was to them, how it was no more than a pass-time to them. You could feel harsh pain in your chest, your heart breaking at their audacity. The audacity saying it was never real, how "times change".

As if you were nothing but a page within their book.

It made you want to cry, to breakdown and scream, but then you realized that you already were.

You begged, cried, screamed, and clung onto them, pleading for them to stay. Your hands grabbing whatever part of their shirt as if to bring their old-self back to you, not matter how fake they were even back then.

You needed them, needed their support, their touch. They couldn't leave you here, not like this.

You were a mess.

They consoled you, empty apologies and soft touches that felt so vile on your skin. Yet, it was embracing you in a sense of false safety, something that felt so awfully serene.

You huddled against them, clinging onto their shirt, crying into their chest. Your tears seemed to stain the shirt, muffled sobs escaping your lips as you basked in their faux safety.

Time passed, hours upon hours went by. You cried more and more throughout the passed time, eyes red and puffy.

How could you not when your whole world was falling apart? When the one who swore to stay by your side forever, was leaving you?

Yet, then again, maybe your breakdown was persuading them to stay? They were seated down on the couch with you, cooing sweet words to you as they asked if you were ok. Maybe they were in a bad mood before, it was surely alright now, right?.

Only if that were true, but you could feel it wasn't.

Not when they were so distant, how they always were, something which you only just seemed to realize.

Deafening Silence filled the room, the only sound present were your occasional sobs. Yet, as you seemed to compose yourself, brushing the conversation as an "argument", clinging onto the little hope you had.

They got up from the couch.

Your heart seemed to drop as you practically stumbled towards them, clutching their sleeve with the little energy you had.

"No wait, don't go-" You began, only to be cut off as you saw the hollow look in their eyes. A cold, sharp look, not one of hate but one of fatigue.

It was as if they were tired of you.

You let go of their sleeve, fumbling backwards on your feet as they looked down at you. Only then did you realize it was actually happening. They were leaving you, right here and right now.

A car waited for them outside, their luggage sitting near the doorstep, as if mocking you. Your hands balled into fists by your side, head hung low as damp tears streaked your face. All the years you spent together meant nothing. All the promises they made to you were empty, fake.

All the words they said held nothing but pretty little lies.

"You were a great experience."

They said after a moment, their eyes fixed on the door. Their voice was soothing as always, yet, their words made you feel so out of place, so stupid.

You turned your back away from the door as they left, the house was so silent, so empty without them. Loud sobs left your lips as you heard the engine start.

They had left.

Their words echoed through your mind, body going limp at the thought.

"You were a great experience." It repeated over and over again, in your head, as if lyrics of a song stuck in one's mind. The only difference was that rather than a catchy tune, this was the melody of heartbreak.

Your body shook, goosebumps covering your body as your back touched cold floor. Your tears made your hair damp, lips cracked and bleeding from the amount of times you'd bitten them in frustration.

A deep sigh left your lips as you calmed yourself down.

Sudden manic laughter escaping your lips, sobs following shortly.

You felt like a madman.

"You meant...everything"

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Love at first sight

Tw: A few swear words (fucked up etc) but it's nothing intimate just a few curses people say when they're angry.

Love at first sight was something he didn't believe in, something he didn't want to believe in. Yet, life seemed to have other plans since he'd seen you.

He wouldn't deny how incredibly cliché it sounded if he ever dared say it out loud. But, he was so madly captivated by you that it was outright stupid.

He felt like a goddamn fool but he had to admit it, it was love at first fucking sight. The way you spoke, the way you looked, the way you acted, everything was just so pretty.

He didn't even notice it at first, the way you consumed his thoughts, living in his mind rent-free. His mind always seemed to wander off, memories of what you did today replaying in his mind. The things you told him, the things he overheard you saying to your friends, and even the songs you were humming. He remembered everything, no matter how much he wanted to focus elsewhere.

He wouldn't deny how annoying it was, the way you could entrance him so easily. His face would flush red whenever he saw you smile, elated when he got to sit anywhere near you, yet so incredibly nervous too.

It wasn't even funny looking at how oblivious you were, unknowingly making him act like a madman who's lovesick for you. He would say he hated it, yet how how could he?

After all, you were just so endearing that even looking at you from afar felt like a prize. And when he got to speak to you, there was no doubt that he was over the goddamn moon.

Still, his words would play so smoothly in his mind, a small cough before he spoke, mentally rehearsing what he was going to say. Yet, for some reason he was never satisfied because his words came out so idiotically. They were either too rough, mean, or simply rude. It was either him speaking arrogantly not that he meant to or he was stuttering mess, one who fumbled his words over and over again.

Yet, he would obviously never let you know that he fucked up his words, no matter how rude or dumb they sounded. He wouldn't admit how much of a loser he was, especially because you didn't seem to notice, smiling like usual. No, he wouldn't mess up a chance with you, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be a flustered mess after stuttering.

Still, he hoped you thought about him as he thought about you. He craved you so much, so mindlessly. He wanted you to be the same as him, for you to be down bad.

He'd never let you know, but he wanted your thoughts to be consumed by him, for you to constantly day-dream about him. He wanted him to be a distraction in your life, he wanted you to experience how annoying you were.

He wanted you to experience his love for you.

"Love at first sight"

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